Mirio had barely stepped out of the shower when he noticed the apartment had gone unusually quiet. No squeaking floors, no bouncing jelly footsteps, no enthusiastic "Hubbyyy~!" echoing from the living room.
That was never a good sign.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and peeked into the hall, water still dripping from his hair.
"Lily?" he called.
A second later, the lights dimmed.
Then, the living room lights turned pink.
He stepped out and froze.
Lily stood in the center of the room—taller, curvier, glowing faintly—and completely wrapped in a black and white maid outfit, formed entirely out of her own body. A perfect fusion of fantasy and fluid, her chest bulged against a tight corset of translucent goo, and frilly ruffles wobbled at her hips and shoulders.
She posed with one hand on her hip and the other gripping a squishy feather duster.
"Welcome home, Master~ Shall I clean… or make a mess~?"
Mirio blinked, stunned. "What… are you wearing?"
"I got a new skill~" she beamed. "Tentacle fabrication! I can make clothes! From me!"
She spun in place, her gooey skirt lifting like a whirlpool. The duster wiggled as her arm-tentacle reshaped into something feathery. "Try-on show! You're the judge!"
Before he could respond, the maid outfit melted off of her, reshaping instantly into a red bunny suit. Her chest compressed slightly, forming a glossy heart-shaped bust that shimmered as she wiggled. Fishnet patterns trailed down her legs, and her "tail" puffed out in the back like a squishy pom-pom.
She turned and arched her back, ears bouncing.
"Well, Mr. Judge~?"
He coughed. "It's—uh—very accurate."
"Too accurate~?" she teased, grabbing her chest and making it bounce. "Oops. I forgot to secure the boob physics~"
"L-Lily—"
Too late.
She melted again, this time into a shiny latex bodysuit. Black, skintight, and seamless. Her whole body gleamed under the overhead light, every curve exaggerated, every bounce emphasized. Her thighs stuck together when she stepped forward, and her hips moved like liquid fire.
"I feel slippery~"
"You look slippery."
"I wanna slide across the floor like a bowling ball~"
"Please don't."
She winked, then shifted again.
A dominatrix outfit emerged—high boots, tight corset, and a gooey whip grown from her tentacle-hair. Her eyes narrowed seductively as she stepped forward, the goo around her neck forming a choker that read HUBBY.
"I've been very bad," she whispered, trailing the whip across his arm.
Mirio backed up until his knees hit the couch. "You're getting way too into this."
"Just wait till the next one~"
The outfit evaporated and reformed instantly.
Now she was in a succubus costume—tiny straps that barely held onto her chest, a see-through skirt that clung to her hips, and wings made of wobbling gel. A small tail grew from her lower back, curling in the air with a heart at the tip. She leaned forward, placing both hands on her knees to press her cleavage together.
"I'm here to drain your stamina, hubby~ One… drop… at a time~"
He held up a hand. "That's enough draining for today."
She giggled, then spun again.
This time, a nurse uniform.
Her chest formed a white-and-red blouse so tight it looked like it would burst at any second. A gooey hat grew between her tentacles, with a red cross squished onto the front. She pulled out a slime-filled syringe and pressed it to his chest.
"Time for your injection. Side effects include sweating, stuttering, and spontaneous pants explosions~"
"Lily."
"Yes~?"
"People outside can hear you."
"Let them imagine."
He covered his face as she switched again.
This time, a zero-suit variant.
Sleek, metallic-blue and flexible, hugging every curve with precision. Her hips were sculpted like art, her waist cinched, and her goo adjusted to form a high ponytail and subtle body armor plating over key points. She posed like a sci-fi hero—then wobbled and giggled.
"This one's my 'alien goo girlfriend saves the universe' look~"
He peeked through his fingers. "I thought that was your everyday look."
She gasped. "Compliment!"
Then, to his surprise, she stopped.
Her entire body retracted, her glow softened, and the elaborate outfits faded away. In their place, she formed a simple look—her favorite casual one.
A big, oversized yellow jacket that hung off her shoulders, sleeves slightly too long, and nothing underneath except faint, glowing swirls. She pressed into his side, arms wrapping around his waist.
"…This one's your favorite," she whispered. "Right?"
Mirio looked down at her.
The jacket swayed slightly as she moved. Her body was relaxed, affectionate, the extra flair replaced by a calm sweetness. Her gooey legs curled around his, her head resting against his chest.
"Yeah," he said softly. "I like this one best."
"Why?"
"Because it's you."
She smiled—real and warm.
"Not the bunny suit?" she teased.
He laughed. "That's number two."
"Good answer~"
She snuggled tighter into him, melting against his side like warm honey. The room was quiet again, the lights dim, the try-on show over.
"…Wanna see my winter collection tomorrow?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Only if it includes the yellow jacket."
She kissed his chest with a soft pop. "Always."