The doorbell rang, Samuel's girlfriend called from upstairs, asking if he could open the door.
As he did so, a short, young man with a face full of acne stood before him, with a large box in his hands, while wearing a hat and uniform from the delivery express he worked for.
"Delivery for number eight." He stated, matter-of-factly. Samuel nodded, figuring Rachel had bought something, and accepted it from the delivery boy. He turned around and kicked the door closed with his left foot. He headed over towards the kitchen table to lay the large box on. It wasn't particularly heavy, but carrying it was still a chore and he was curious about what was in it. He took scissors from one of the drawers, and stabbed the tape, forming an opening. The sharp edge from the scissors ran a line along the top of the box. Once it was completely through, he opened it.
What he saw threw him off. The looked like flaps of random skin, shaped like clothes. He took one out and unfolded it, showing rubbery, skin-colored 'leather' in the shape of trousers. Its texture had an eerily realistic feel to it as well.
"Rache," He called out, "what the fuck did you buy this time?"
His question was met with loud footsteps from upstairs, and then the creaking of the wooden planks of the stairs themselves, as she made her way down to the ground floor. Samuel turned to look at her as his girlfriend turned the corner into the living room. Her look was questioning, then reassessing, then surprised and happy.
"Ah-ha!" She exclaimed, as she saw what he was holding between four fingers, two of each hand. "The skin-tight costumes. I bought them online the past weekend. Saturday, if I recall correctly. They came from The Magic Shop."
"Wha- The Magic Shop? Is that a synonym for the deep web? I mean, fucking hell, look at this." Samuel held the 'trousers' in front of me. Its color was similar to that of his own skin. There were even little hairs all over it. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, "did someone poach actual human beings?"
Rachel chuckled nervously, as if uncertain herself. "Probably not, Sam, no need to worry. Like I said, The Magic Shop. It's new in town, but I didn't feel like going because I didn't feel too good during the weekend. So instead, I ordered some stuff online." She bit her lip. "I was hoping I could find some clothes we could both enjoy the sight of. You know the like, latex and shit like that. Turned on yet?" She brought her arms to her sides seductively, squishing her breasts upwards in the process. "Instead," she continued, "I found something better."
Rachel took another piece of skin out of the box. They looked like the skin of breasts, shaped like a bra. Nipples in full view, seemingly D-cup. "I searched for skin-tight bodysuits and the local shops where I could order them from. Came across this shop that sold the literal definition of them. As explained on the web-page, as soon as you wear them, they become part of you."
Samuel reared his head in confusion. "What?"
"Why, allow me to demonstrate." Rachel chirped.
She turned her back to Samuel, and started lifting her shirt off in the middle of the living room, next her bra. She then took the new, 'skin-tight' bra and wore that instead. Her long, gold-brown hair slid over her back as she threw her head back, and then she turned around again, breasts in full view.
Samuel stared at the scene for a moment, looking from Rachel's breasts to the wide, toothy grin on her face, and then back to her breasts again. They had grown, doubled in size, it seemed, in the span of ten seconds. From a curvy B-cup, to a well-rounded D-cup, with all other forms of measurement enlarged as well. She walked over to him and took grabbed him by his wrist, laying a hand on her boob so he could cup it.
He felt, squished, massaged. He ignored it when Rachel let out a silent gasp.
"Wait, this can't be true." Samuel said. He patted her back, looking if he could feel a seam somewhere. Instead, all he could see was the small metal clip in the middle of the small of her back. He tugged at it, Rachel's skin got pulled along with it. "What the hell?"
Rachel laughed. She stepped back for a moment, then reached for her back with her hands. A small click, and the seams of what was supposed to be her enlarged breasts reappeared again. She took the 'bra' off and it showed her original pair of glory behind it, underneath it.
"Like, I said, skin-tight. The clothes become you."
"You ought to be kidding me about this right?" Samuel said, "How many of these things did you buy anyway?"
"A couple of everything I could find. They don't cost any more than normal clothes. Most of them even are somewhat cheaper. That's the price of magic for you. You can basically grab any body part from that box, if you wish." She smiled hungrily. "For if you were curious what those massive strap-ons inside were about."
Samuel turned his attention to the box again, and looked through its contents.