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Flashback

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I had walked up the flight of stairs, and ended up in the attic. That much had been expected.

This looks like a treasure trove, for one such as me. While I may have been prepared, to take the wrack, and go to prison; it is not an outcome I relish, or look forwards to. I am neither that stupid, or quite that desperate. Thankfully.

Leaving the group of girls may have been an act of desperation; as their company had become too much of a challenge, for me to bare. It does not suggest, I am generally desperate enough; to do something rash and irrational.

Among all the things, I could see, as I entered the attic; one item is standing out, above all else I can see. It struck me, as a treasure. It is not in the size, but in how small it is; it is not a gem, or anything precious looking either. Maybe this is, how and why it had stood out in the first place.

I walk over, to the corner where the item had been stashed away; slowly approaching the find, of a lifetime.

As I come closer to what appears to be a classy shoebox; I can have a closer look at it. I manage to lift of the top, to reveal its content. What I see, looks like a set of curious bikinis; just not the kind of fabric, I had been expecting.

”Maybe, I could try one on?” I ponder; ”At least, I am alone; so none will see me, while I am nude!” I consider.

Since I had not heard anyone, yet; I am assuming I am alone, in the house. Besides; the front door is locked, even if I had managed to find one door open on the back.

”Whoa?” I exclaim; ”Bikinis?” I continue.

”Just a strange fabric!” I giggle, as I touch the bikini, on the top of the pile.

Each bikini, in a different colour-palette. I can’t figure out why. Maybe they were just stored in the same box?

”This one does look good, and it is my colours!” I exclaim, as I pull one purple bikini out of the box.

”So smooth and sleek; I can barely get a good grip!” I ponder, as I hold on to the bikini, I had picked up.

”Zero G” reads the label.

”I don’t think; I have ever heard of that brand, before!” I ponder.

I still want to try this bikini on. There is something luxurious, about it; that just makes you want, to put it right on. I should have been able to resist this power; but I just and not make myself, resisting this urge.

I had found myself; in awe of the garments I have, before me.

”I just have to disrobe!” I ponder; ”Then I can put these on!” I continue; ”If I had to dash; I can put my clothes on, over these?” I conclude.

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As I am standing nude, with the bikini before me; I pick up the slippery panties, distinctly feeling the semi fluid material in my hands. I step into them: right and left; now once more standing on my feet, on the floor.

”Elastic!” I exclaim; ”It feels, almost as if the panties were hugging me?” I ponder, in surprise.

”Wait, what?” I ponder; ”That feels good!” I realize; as I feel the slippery material, touching me.

The caressing touch, is just a bit distracting. I can’t help it. Yet; I am picking up the top.

Since I am already nude, it could not hurt; slipping the top on, or so I am reasoning. Or, am I rationalizing this, to myself? For once, something is actually feeling good. Even if this sensation had been a bit unexpected; distracted, possibly even uninvited.

”Could I make myself, rip these panties of off myself right now?” I ponder, knowing the answer is still a resounding no.

I just had not realized exactly why. Maybe I will realize it, soon enough.

As I pull the top down, over my head; I once more feel the slippery and sleek material, as it slides down over my skin. Even without effort, it is a perfect fit.

”A bit clingy?” I ponder, as I feel the material hugging my breasts tightly.

”Wait!!” I exclaim, as I notice how my bust is inflating.

Though I can’t feel my chest weighted down, as a larger bust should have. My bust is going from a B, to a C, to a D.. Rather than growing heavier, my bust is becoming lighter and lighter.

My breasts only stop, as a solid E cup; but now the top is clinging to my skin, almost as if it had been painted on. It is; as if someone had painted me, with liquid latex.

Naturally; it is not my breasts that are lighter, the bikini is physically levitating me. Almost, as if I had been in free-fall. I hang in mid-air.

”Iiiih!!” I scream, as it is dawning upon me.

Just that I can not see, exactly where the garments end, and where my skin begins; I find myself helplessly clawing, at the fabric. Aimlessly, uselessly.

After a moment, I give up; just as I had, when I had seen my pendant in splinters on the ground before me on the stage. I am crushed, defeated. I am helpless, useless; in the hands of whom ever lives here. Whenever she may return.

The E cup, feels more like an F; for Failure, to me.

I had found myself trapped, scared and resignated. Basically hanging, in mid air; incapable of reaching either the floor, the wall or the ceiling.

Whoever had set this trap, knows what she is doing; giving me no chance, to reach anything I can push myself against. I merely feel the even pressure, the air is imposing upon me from all sides now.

”What if I had put this on outdoors?” I ponder, shuddering; ”Would I have floated off into the air; higher and higher, until I could nolonger breathe?” I continue.

There is no point, in following this line of thought; to the natural conclusion, in my case.

Trapped, alone; what could I do, but panic?

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Honey, I am Home

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Author's Note

Aria Blaze's POV