It was a long black piece of rubber or pvc that was probably meant as some kind of full body suit. There were no seams, but I could make out some cavities that were clearly meant for boobs and ass. The only hole was for the head, not even any for the arms, and instead of individual legs there was only a single stalk that connected to the bottom of the box.
Amanda inspected the suit, a blush clearly visible on her face. She grabbed the edges of the head hole and managed to stretch it wide enough that her body could easily fit through.
“Looks like I missed a fetish while going through the book,” I joked.
“Shut up,” she playfully replied. “Now please turn around while I put this on.”
I obliged her request, though not entirely sure why it was necessary. First I heard what sounded like clothes falling to the ground, soon followed by the unmistakable sound of squeaking rubber. At her signal I turned around. Amanda stood in the middle of the box wearing the black bodysuit. It was skintight and left nothing to the imagination, the wish probably created the suit to perfectly fit her proportions. Her arms were squeezed under her breasts giving them a natural push-up and I clearly noticed her nipples denting the rubber. Looking to the side I spotted her clothes lying on the ground beside the box with her underwear on top. That explained it. What it didn't really explain was how in spite of forcing her legs together the suit still featured a very noticeable cameltoe.
“It looks great,” I complimented her.
“Awesome,” Amanda sounded very excited. “Now wait here while I scare you.” Amanda lowered herself into the box, whose lid somehow closed on its own. I waited a few moments to give Amanda time to prepare herself when the box suddenly started rumbling and shaking and… were that moans coming from the inside? The shaking soon stopped and the moans instead were replaced by a melody coming from the box, as was typical for a jack-in-the-box. As the melody reached its end, the lid immediately opened and I saw…