A brand new type of alchemy

The hovering James floated back into his mother’s room, still clad in his pajamas, the bottom half of which had the denim slacks still wrapped around them.

The construct pointed a lace glove at James’s floating body, which rotated to hover up and over the bed, parallel with it. The magical tome flipped a few pages by itself, and both of the gloves hold themselves up as if the outfit was making a silent decree. James moaned a little, and the denim slacks around his bottom half seemed to deflate as his own flannel pajamas puffed out — both the pants and the button-up top. With a swiping motion from its glove, the construct began telekinetically pulling the denim slacks back off of James’ legs.

The slacks fluttered to the ground, lifeless again. James’ pajamas, however, now held the green translucent glow which had been filling the slacks a few moments before. The substance seemed to be flowing under his clothing between his skin and the fabric, forming the shape of another body encapsulating his own.

The strange green iridescence ballooned against the flannel, pushing out and tensing against the fabric in every direction. The pleased sounds James was making were becoming more prominent, and a lump at the crotch of his pajama pants — seeming to bounce slowly up and down — would be more than enough to tell a random observer just what was happening beneath the flannel.

The construct waved its gloves again, and a pair of James’s blue boxer-briefs rose out of his laundry basket. In the already open closet of the master bedroom, the top of his mother’s hamper popped open, and out sailed a pair of black satin panties. The gloves continued to conduct, and now a pair of James’s crew socks leapt out of his laundry basket, filling out to the shape of his feet and steadying themselves under the boxer briefs. From the hamper came a wobbling pair of tan pantyhose, unsteadily walking on the foot ends of their tubes, but taking shape as they approached the black satin panties. When the panties slid themselves into the hose, the legs shaped themselves as if an invisible woman were filling them. Now a black unpadded bra fluttered out, formless and unclipped as it drifted over to the other animated items. One of James’s white tank top undershirts did the same.

The construct was still swinging its sleeves in front of the magic book, but now its lace gloves detached, drifting over to the glass of James’ bathwater and filling the dropper once more. The violet glow from the book intensified once more, and in a momentary white flash, two more orbs spun from the book, both of them having the same green hue as the first.

The gloves emptied half of the dropper right into the center of the hollow waistband of the black panties, and the same alchemy as before began to take hold. The green light from one of the orbs intensified as it hovered into the panties to meet the liquid. A swirling iridescent shape expanded outward, pouring itself into the empty pantyhose, but somehow spreading upward at the same time.

The tan pantyhose plumped with mass, and the seemingly gelatinous green fluid inside them added to the sheen of the nylons they were filling, forming shapely glossy legs. The ectoplasmic toes wiggled as the entirety of the pantyhose was filled. The rear expanded, and the fabric of the panties wedged between two growing green-hued ass cheeks. Above the hem of the pantyhose, the boundary of the form seemed to get fuzzier, yet the black bra clipped around the air and righted itself — it’s unlined satin cups suddenly filling with a discernible weight. The hazy inconsistency of the slightly luminescent green form was only apparent where it wasn’t covered by clothing, but even defined only by a bra, the torso and the only slightly detectable head and arms coming from it certainly seemed to indicate a feminine form.

The orb that flew into James’ boxer briefs behaved much the same. The briefs swelled first, filling with an ectoplasmic version of James’ midsection — emulated right up to a clearly semi-aroused cock straining against the pouch at the crotch. Just like the other outfit, the haze of the undefined legs extended downward. Where it met the cuffs of James’ worn socks, though, it filled them with the same shining mint-toned gel. His white undershirt filled like a windsock at first, then became more clearly defined with his subtle but toned muscles.

The gloves put the dropper back and clapped again, returning to the rest of the construct they’d been borrowed from. The half-filled glass lifted out of the room again when one of the lace gloves waved at it.

Now the tome seemed to tremble as its purple glow became deeper — more saturated. The air in the room began to crackle once more, and the two newly created ectoplasmic forms stood behind James’ initial construct, to its left and right. James moaned as he rotated in the air, the ectoplasm filling his pajamas still clearly pumping away at his most sensitive body part as the inflated form of his sleep clothes pulsed and undulated under the fabric.

A casual witness wouldn’t be able to see it outside of the flannel form, but beneath it James was being touched and groped by the ectoplasm. It was happily tasting his sweat, feeling his trembling nerves, massaging his shoulders, squeezing his thighs, teasing along his pecs, and kneading his ass cheeks.

An iridescent aura rose out of the tome now, shifting through its normal violet color from blue to red and back again. The aura seemed to pour into the collar of the blouse James had brought to life, and its sleeves stretched outward, the fingers of the ends of its gloves curling as the outfit seemed to absorb the power pouring from the book. Suddenly, a sleeve shot out behind the outfit at full-length, gloved fingers extending as if it was reaching for something.

It was the glass.

Filled with the same bathwater that seemed to help animate its satellite outfits, the glass obediently hovered toward the glove. When the outfit grasped it, it pulled the glass around to the collar of the blouse, tipping it back and pouring the entirety of the glass inside.

Now James arched his back as he moaned again in his sleep. The button fixing the front flap of his flannel pajama pants suddenly popped open, and the green ectoplasm seemed to bulge out of its opening at his crotch. He seemed to buck a little as the ectoplasm slid back, and now the bell end of his cock emerged from the front of the flannel sleepwear. His dreams were no doubt as sweet and as succulent as his motions implied, and as his hips thrust his dick through the opening in his clothing, he began to rotate upright again…his straining erection pointing just above the collar of his clothing creation from earlier.

And that creation — the once hollow construct made from the clothing he put together — was now filled with something more substantial than empty space.

Like the green ectoplasmic forms to its flanks, the original outfit swelled with what appeared to be a translucent semisolid gel, just as the others did. Instead of green, though, this outfit’s ectoplasm was decidedly orchid-colored, reflecting the hue of the magic that seemed to emanate from the now open book. The jellylike body inflated, straining against its silky white blouse until its two top buttons popped open, revealing gleaming translucent lilac-colored cleavage. Hardened nipples pressed out against the front of the blouse’s orbs, and the matte black skirt pop stitches against the expanding gelatinous form. Plump, phlox legs filled the pantyhose, and the bouncing, see-through limbs stretched, the purple woman rising to her toes as she threw back her head.

She seemed to revel for a moment in her new form as violet tendrils took shape from the crown of her head, descending in wavy yet smooth patterns as she pulled back the mass, shaping her new hair with the delicate lace gloves. Her slightly luminescent visage smiled as the sleeping James slowly hovered closer to her luscious Tyrian lips, swollen by her magical concoctions and the anticipation that James was about to gift her and her new creations yet another dose of life-giving fluid.

The green ectoplasm filling the gap between James’s body and his pajamas was still happily playing all over his body, still stroking against the upper shaft of his cock and cradling his satchel even as the outfit delivered the tip of his exposed cock to the shining, purple lips of their creator.

James let out a low groan and she took him into her frictionless, rubbery mouth, kissing against his tip before smoothly sucking the head of his dick between her lips and surrounding it.

“Oh my goddddd…” James moaned, his arms extended out to his sides as he hovered in front of the translucent phantasm, likely enjoying his predicament as much asleep as he would’ve had he been awake. The construct lovingly swirled a purple tongue around his cock as she took him deeper, moving in tandem with the semi-voluntary thrusts of his hips.

Unlike her own ectoplasmic creations, whose boundaries were hazy at the points at which they were covered by fabric, her glossy blue-red form shone like a living Bakelite statue, except that her refractions were perfectly clear, and her surface was more supple and slick than well-conditioned latex. She would soon share her more solid properties with her other creations, though…as soon as her hovering, unaware charge gave her the fantastic nocturnal emission she needed to complete the ritual.

She could tell by James’s lovely sounds that it wouldn’t be long. His hips began thrusting harder, his cries sharper, his breath quickening. The ectoplasmic form possessing his flannels could feel his heart rate increasing. It was wicking every drop of sweet sweat off of him as its gelatinous ministrations coaxed him closer and closer to orgasm.

James dreamed of floating in a rubbery pool as a latex mermaid sucked him off. His limbs gently moved with his hips now, as if he was performing a gentle breaststroke through the pool he envisioned in his sleeping state.

The purple construct balled its fists as James neared orgasm. Is it relaxed the phalanges at the ends of its slightly luminescent hands, the lace gloves hovered away, slipping off of the glassy purple hands effortlessly. They suspended themselves a few inches above her fingertips as her hands extended toward the green forms on her flanks.

James convulsed, moaning aloud as he pumped hot cum into the throat of this living purple form. It seemed to echo his moan with a pleasant hum, and streaks of purple white light formed at its palms as James pumped his hips, firing more and more of himself into the construct. Visible streaks of plasma in electric purple extended from the form’s arms to her ectoplasmic companions, pulling both of them off of the ground, each lifted by their solar plexus where the electric-like beams struck them. Their hazy bodies began to resolve, taking a form as solid as that of their creator’s, but maintaining their green hue. They writhed nearly like James did, seeming to share his sexual ecstasy when their fully formed ectoplasmic hands began to explore the surface of their own bodies.

Despite all of this commotion, the sleeping spell from earlier had held. James may have had one of the most powerful and luscious orgasms of his life, but it still hadn’t roused him. He uttered a gentle laughter now as the aftershocks of his orgasm coursed through him, his cock still pumping what was left of its gift into the receiving purple mouth.

The illuminating purple lightning dispelled, and the construct’s hands retracted, lifting themselves into their lace gloves once more before one of its hands began milking James’ cock manually, savoring every last drop of him before licking its plump lips with a slithering violet tongue.

James slowly drifted away, parallel to the bed again as his cock was swallowed up by his pajama pants once more. The button on his flannel pants reconnected itself, and the green ectoplasm filling his pajamas seemed to plump once more, it’s boundaries bulging out of every cuff at his wrists and ankles as it seemed to react to the remnants of his recent orgasm. The boundary even bubbled out of his collar all around him, seeming to fill up to his chin before receding again.

The construct’s purple lips grinned before they seemed to mouth a silent word, two simple syllables that all three of the other forms in the room appeared to understand: vanish.

All three maintained their inflated shapes, but their dense green hue faded from reality as quickly as the construct made its gesture.

As James hovered down to the bed — this time in the master bedroom instead of his own — the construct’s new form, still visible with its purple hue, floated right out of its high-heeled shoes to spoon against his back atop the bedclothes.

James let out a comfortable sigh as a lace glove stroked his hair, and the construct seemed to smile at the magic tome as it closed itself, placing itself on the dresser across the room.