“Hahaha, surprise!”
Amanda emerged from the box, but something about her seemed wrong. First and foremost because she did it by bending her back in ways that shouldn't be possible for any creature that had a spine. But there were some other changes to her appearance as well. Her formerly blonde, shoulder-length hair was now the same shiny pitch black as her suit and her face, the only part of her body that still showed skin, contrasted that by being a pale white. As a male I, of course, couldn't help but also take a look at her female bits. Her breasts had increased in size and what previously only appeared as bumps under the latex were now perfectly detailed nipples, which seemed to leak some black fluid. There was no trace of the arms that pushed them up before she entered the box, her shoulders appeared bare as if she never had any. Down below any hint of her legs being separate had disappeared. Her similarly way too detailed vagina was set right in the middle and fully faced forward, while also leaking a bit of that black fluid.
“Amanda, are you alright? You look so different,” I asked her.
“Don't worry, silly, I feel perfectly fiiiiiiiiiine.” As Amanda drew out that last word she twisted her upper body, and only her upper body, so she was looking at me upside down. “Also, Amanda is a really unfitting name for a jack-in-the-box, we need something better like… Jacky! Yes, my name is Jacky now.”
That settles it, something was going horribly wrong. Did the ring malfunction? The box was created to fulfill Amanda's fantasy. Is this some part of it she didn't mention? I should've paid more attention when reading the book. I have to fix this– I was jostled out of my thoughts when Amanda (or Jacky now…) was suddenly right in front of my face, stretching out of the box across a length that would be impossible if she was simply a woman in a suit. Up close I could make out a few more details of her face. The lips were completely black now, too, and her face had the same glossy shine as the suit. In fact I couldn't make out a seam between the suit that covered up to her throat and her white face. And then there were her eyes. Once a deep blue they similarly were an inky black now. The moment our eyes met I found myself unable to look away. I found myself drawn into these pools of blackness, these... wonderful… beautiful… entrancing…
I bumped against the box. Weird, I can't remember ever walking forward. “Huh? Amanda? W-What's going on?” I stammered out.
She got even closer to my face. “Shhhh… Don't concern yourself with that. And I told you, my name is Jacky now,” she said in a sensual whisper. “How about we two play a bit together? I’m a toy after all.”
“Good… idea… let's play…”
“Yes, let's play… forever.” With that Jacky moved forward and our lips met. As our tongues intertwined I could feel the taste of rubber and it was the best thing I ever tasted. Probably as flexible as her body, Jacky’s tongue practically ensnared mine, while the only action I could do was putting my arms around her head. As we continued making out I found myself being pulled forward. After a short moment of confusion the taste of rubber intensified and I realized I don't care as I was pulled further… and further… and further… my feet leave the ground… I fall forward…
The lid of the box closed, sealing the two inside. The same rumbling started and again faint moans could be heard. Soon after the box started playing its melody again in the empty library and as it ended the lid sprang open again.