A little playtime with her clothes

Milan was aroused by the possibilities alone. Her clothes, and anything else in her apartment, for that matter, would do exactly as she asked. In fact, she didn't even really have to direct them specifically. She could just give them an idea what she wanted to happen, and they would make it so.

For instance, even though she'd been nudging herself through her pants, she really didn't need her fingers, did she?

She looked down at the soft yoga pants she was wearing, knowing that her silk black panties were beneath them.

"Why don't you...keep that up for me?" Milan smiled. She gasped a little as the charged fabric began doing exactly as she asked, playing against her clit as gently as she'd been doing.

She sat on the couch, watching some of her other garments mingle as she let her silken panties play with her.

She looked at the vials of red powder on her coffee table and laughed a little. She couldn't get the scene from that fourth floor apartment bedroom out of her head. She wasn't sure where the couple in the apartment had gotten this magical substance, but they obviously weren't shy about using it to its amazing advantages. Milan was about to discover for herself exactly how inventive the substance's imperative properties could be.

That the animated clothing could fill out the shape of a seemingly emulated human gave Milan a naughty idea, especially seeing what she saw in the apartment she got the Manacite from.

She thought about her vast collection of tights, stockings, and pantyhose. With as many as she had, she could create an army big enough to terrorize the whole building...if she really wanted.

She decided to start with a set of shiny opaque pantyhose that were brilliantly glossy and soft to the touch. She held them in their mind, thinking about exactly where they were in her closet. She wasn't sure that she had to be so specific, but she pictured them rising up and strutting out into the living room.

"Show me your stuff, ladies," Milan said as her silk panties continued to gently stroke her pussy.

Three pairs walked out of the room in navy, black, and tan; gorgeous glossy pantyhose in Milan's own model shape. They weren’t really coordinating or walking in unison; each of them seemed to have their own little pace and style. Then, a fourth pair sauntered out behind the others. She had worn these on a date just a couple of nights ago, and their gait was more showy than the other three.

Milan laughed at this maroon-colored pair. They were certainly feeling themselves, and she thought she might have understood why.

"It's all that attention we got the other night, isn't it?" Milan asked. Her date had been a little more than flirtatious, but she wasn't really serious with the guy yet, so he didn't push it. It was a flirty sort of attention, one that brought out Milan's playfulness and encouraged her to make the most of her feminine wiles.

Apparently those wiles were passed on to the leggings she wore.

"Let's have a little music, shall we?" Milan asked, looking at her stereo. The hi-fi clicked on, and tuned to its Bluetooth connection. Milan watched as her phone lit up and found an appropriate playlist without any specific direction from her. It was a sultry, jazzy sort of music — the kind of music that was playing at the restaurant Milan's date took her to. Now each of the pairs of pantyhose took on a rhythm informed by the music playing on the stereo. She watched as emulations of her long, sexy legs shuffled past each other in a sort of makeshift dance. With a finger, she beckoned to the maroon colored pair.

Milan slid over on her couch, putting her back to the corner between the backing and the armrest.

“Ease up a little,” Milan said, looking down at her underwear. "I want to let someone else have a try." Milan directed the shiny red pantyhose to sit on the couch across from her. She marveled at the unbelievable physics of the effect; the pantyhose sank into the couch cushion when their ass pressed against it. They kicked up their shining red legs on the center couch cushion, and Milan bit her lip as she reached out to massage one of the silky red feet. The hose flexed their toes and extended towards Milan, offering up their other foot as well. Milan happily took this as an invitation, and hoist both stocking feet into her lap as she began rubbing both of them. She stared at the silky legs, down into the empty hips, and at the wiggling toes that seemed happy with their new masseuse.

Milan stretched out her leg, settling the arch of her foot against the right thigh of the hose. It was so eerie to see a hollow pair of legs sitting across from her, interacting with her touch. At the same time, there was something so sensual about those silky soft legs, something inviting that made Milan want to take everything a step further.

"Slide off," Milan said to her socks. The crew socks she had on gently started tugging at her toes. The fabric loosened on her foot and ankle, allowing the socks to pull themselves off. They leapt up to the back cushions of the couch, walking toward Milan.

She laughed at their dainty little steps and turned to her side to watch them tiptoe up to her face. Never had a pair of crew socks seemed so interesting to her. She carefully reached out and hooked a finger around the cuff of a sock, pulling it down towards the ankle.

With it standing right next to her now, she reached inside, pressing against the heel from the inside of the fabric and watching her fingers push it out.

While she tried to uncover the secrets of this magical effect through her manual examination, she gleefully rubbed her feet up and down the thighs of the shimmering red pantyhose.

Milan took the cuff of the sock and pulled it down over the heel of the apparent invisible foot, leaving nothing but the animated front half.

"Now fill yourself back up," Milan commanded, watching the white sock obey her as it filled out to an animated foot again. It didn't bother pulling the cuff up along the emulated foot so much as it just plumped out to the shape of the foot again, all at once. Milan giggled at the cartoony sight of it. "Okay, go on and play with the others." The socks jumped down off the couch and mingled with the other hose Milan turned her attention back to her red pantyhose.

She crossed her foot over the thigh of the hose, mischievously nudging the cleft between the legs with her big toe. She watched as the thighs clenched and the toes of the hose wiggled. She answered back by tickling the slick maroon feet, watching the calves and toes tremble.

"Mmm...you like that?" Milan asked, playing her foot against the crotch of the hose. She laughed a little after the comment, wondering how stupid she would feel if somebody else caught her talking dirty to her own clothing. She kept tickling the sole of one of the pantyhose's feet as she had another idea of how to manipulate the enchanted shape in front of her.

"Tighter," Milan said, picturing exactly what she had in mind. The opaque maroon hose seemed to tense up, and Milan watched with excitement as the cleft at the pantyhose's crotch became more defined. "Wow…that certainly leaves a lot less to the imagination," Milan chuckled. She took the foot she was tickling and placed it in her own lap, and she didn't even need to suggest what she wanted to happen next.