A moment of calm

Callie can only stare down at you in shock. Her bare breasts heave up and down with each breath. She brushes some hair out of her face, making it clear she has regained some control over her body. But for some reason, she doesn't get off of you.

"James," she says slowly, "what in the ever-loving fuck just happened?"

"I don't know," you say. "I swear, I don't know. I found that stuff on my porch and thought it was a prank."

The box is pushed toward Callie by the pink gloves. She reaches over, still not getting off of you, and reads the instructions. After doing so, she sets the box down and looks back at you, still unsure of how to react. "So...this stuff was supposed to help with chores? And instead, it made us have sex?"

"I don't understand it either!" You swear. "I promise, I would NEVER **** you to do that! I would never do that to you!"

Callie makes a small nod. "I know. I believe you. But why?"

The pink gloves suddenly appear beside you, this time holding an open book. Callie gasps in shock. "Hey! Thats my diary!"

She grabs for the book, but your belt swoops over and wraps around her arms, tying them together like handcuffs. The gloves hold up the book, pointing out a specific passage.

Today, James is strutting around our house in a white t-shirt again. I can see his toned body underneath it. Why can't his pants be made like that? It would be like a wet t-shirt contest for the whole body! Better yet, why doesn't he just use those muscles to take me on the floor? I want him so badly! But we've known each other since high school. He'll never want me.

"I...T-That...!" Callie stammered. "I-I wrote that, like, two weeks ago!"

You can hardly believe your eyes. Callie was fantasizing about you? Did the Manacite somehow know when it swarmed the house and possessed her? Either way, it's a relief to know that the Manacite didn't **** Callie into something she didn't want to do. All her protests were for your sake.

"I-I'm sorry, James!" Callie nearly sobs. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I couldn't...!"

You're able to lean up and hug Callie. The moment catches her by surprises, but as the belt releases her hands, she warmly hugs you back, pressing her breasts against your chest. "Callie, it's okay. I've had this crush on you for a long time too. I just hope you weren't hurt."

She pulls back and offers you a smile, wiping her tears away. "I'm fine, James. That was pretty amazing. As long as you weren't hurt, then I'm great!"

The gloves set the diary down beside you two. Her secret was out, so she made no effort to grab the book. To your side, the broom pushed a catalog of more Manacite options to purchase: invisible body wash, sentient slime, and telekinetic tea were a few of the numerous examples you could see.

The gloves turned the page of the diary to a list labeled, "Sex Fantasies." Callie stammered again as the gloves ran their fingers down the list. "I...W-We don't need to read that!"

The gloves tapped the page again. Callie looks at you, and you can only think to reply, "I think they want us to choose a fantasy so they can order the right Manacite."

"Wait, they want us to live out my fantasies?" Callie nervously looks around the room at the living clothes and appliances. "Um...I don't know. The stuff I wrote in there is really..."

She searches for the right word. "...weird."

"We don't have to right now," you reassure her. You turn to the living clothes and say, "Hey, how about letting us have a little break?"