Calvin's Shorts want more playtime

Calvin's sexual release did more than just stain his shorts. A few seconds after Calvin watched Naomi's outfit take his bike, his compression shorts and bicycling shirt began moving around on him.

"Hey...what the heck?" He pulled open his waistband to see what was going on, but the compression shorts went a step farther and pulled themselves down all the way. "Stop!"

He tried to grab the waist and found himself dragged around on the grass. While he fought his shorts, his shirt flew up in his face, pulling against his arms as he tried to cling to the escaping shorts. While he struggled against his outfit, his shoes untied themselves and loosened on his feet.

Eventually the sides of the shirt dug into his armpits enough to **** him to let go. As his outfit freed itself, two women on their lunch break came up the path, strolling through the park on their way back to the office.

The two stopped as they watched a decent-looking guy, rolling on the ground half-naked as his shirt flew off. The two stood, stunned, watching as his shirt hovered up into the air, joined soon after by his compression shorts. The items filled out to a human form as Calvin's socks and shoes went to stand under them. Calvin stood up to go after them until he saw the two women--one in a mauve skirtsuit with a cream blouse, and the other in a pair of leather pants with a blue satin blouse. Calvin covered himself with his hands as best he could, blushing despite the insane circumstances.

"Am I really seeing this?" Diane asked her friend Cindy, trying not to giggle at the naked guy down the path. "I mean--are those clothes standing on their own?"

"Are you okay?" Her friend Cindy called out to the guy. Calvin shook his head, going after his clothes with one hand as he tried to cover his male parts with the other.

"They're out of contr--whoa!" As Calvin hooked his hand inside the neckhole of his tight bicycling shirt, the outfit turned around and wrapped its sleeves around him, leaning back and lifting him into the air. The outfit turned to the side of the path, bending over backward as it did and flipping over itself, releasing Calvin into the grass as it landed back on the ground again. "What the hell!?" Calvin shouted on the ground. "Don't just leave me here naked!"

The biking outfit strutted itself toward the two women. Diane backed away a few steps, but Cindy stood her ground--even taking a couple steps forward as it approached.

"Cindy, be careful!" Diane said, watching her friend. "Hey--are you okay over there?" She called to Calvin, who was clearly second-guessing whether he should push his luck with the outfit again.

"This has gotta be some kind of hoax," Cindy said, looking around for someone filming all this with a phone. She didn't see anyone conspicuous, but that didn't stop her from boldly approaching the hovering outfit. She waved her hands around the outfit, not finding any obvious means of control. "How the hell...?" Cindy's heart fluttered a little when she realized this thing really might be standing on its own. It shifted a little in its pose, but it didn't make any aggressive movements that made Cindy want to back down.

She looked inside the neckhole, seeing the dimly-lit interior filled out to shape. She pressed a single finger against the chest as Diane watched, stunned at Cindy's bravery. Cindy mumbled a quiet 'huh' and pressed a couple fingers against the left pec now, pushing against the shirt. It leaned back a little bit, but stood erect again when she pulled back.

"Diane, are you seeing this?" She asked, turning back to her friend. Cindy was unbuttoning the jacket on her skirtsuit, walking around the self-standing outfit in a wide arc. "What are you doing?"

"Helping this poor guy cover up," Diane said. "We just watched that outfit THROW him, Cindy--I wouldn't piss it off!"

"I really don't get how you're just standing there," Cindy muttered to the outfit, running both her hands over the smooth pecs of the shirt now. "You're not gonna throw me, are you?" She smiled, watching the nipples on the shirt harden. "Diane, you're not gonna believe this..." She ran her hands down the trunk of the shirt, feeling the emulated ab wall until she reached the hem. She looked down at the compression shorts, biting her lip as she watched the bulge below increasing in size--it's shape becoming more defined. "Oh...wow--that's...it's just empty clothes, Cindy. Get a grip," She mumbled to herself.

"Do you have any idea how this is happening?" Diane asked Calvin, holding out her jacket. Calvin reluctantly took it, wrapping it around him as best he could.

"There was this...jogging outfit--" Calvin started to explain when Diana's suit jacket began moving beneath his grip. "Not again..." Diana gasped as she watched the sleeves of her jacket fill with air and began rising on their own.

Cindy watched as Calvin's bicycling shirt raised a sleeve toward her. She could feel the tinge of anticipation washing over her body, and she wondered if she should back away. She gasped as the sleeve made contact with her satin blouse, running the end of its hem up her side, heading toward her chest.

With her opposite hand, she gripped the pec in the empty shirt, feeling it tense up and relax as she massaged it. She looked back at Diane and Calvin, who were now dealing with Diane's jacket coming to life.

"Holy fuck..." Cindy muttered as the shirt sleeve gently played against her breast. "I can't even believe this, but...you're--mmm..." Cindy melted under the touch of the haunted shirt, playing over the cup of her bra and gripping her gingerly as she tweaked the nipple protruding from the bicycle shirt's pec.

"CINDY!" Diane shouted, looking back at her friend. "Are you FONDLING that thing? My jacket's doing things on its own now!"

"I think...they're pretty friendly," Cindy said, reaching behind the biking outfit with her other hand as she took a half-step closer. "I mean, I don't understand how this is possible, but--maybe if he hadn't tried to yank at the collar of these things, they wouldn't have thrown him." Cindy felt her chest squeezed a little tighter and moaned a bit as she reached behind the shorts and gripped the ass--pulling the biking outfit closer. It didn't resist, and now Calvin was watching intently as this attractive woman made moves on his haunted clothes--just as he had with Naomi's.

"Are you delusional, Cindy!? We don't know what's going on here!" Diane's jacket buttoned a single button and hovered behind Calvin, getting his attention again when they goosed his bare ass.

"Hey!" Calvin said, jumping and turning around to see Diane's hovering suitjacket. It nearly tackled him, wrapping its sleeves around him and snuggling up against his body. He looked back at Diane, who didn't know what to make of this new development.

"What the fuck is going on with these clothes...?" Diane asked, looking from her friend and back to Calvin. "When did all this start?"

"I don't really--ungh..." Calvin felt his ass squeezed by the jacket sleeves.

"And why are they so...CINDY!?" Cindy was shamelessly pawing at the empty bicycling outfit, feeling the rear flex as she massaged its hollow ass. When her satin blouse began unbuttoning itself, she whispered something inaudibly into the collar of the shirt.

"Diane--they're really really friendly," Cindy said. "And they're...whoa!" The outfit had pulled away from her and crouched down to toss her up into a one-person lift--carrying her like a bride. Cindy put her arm around the outfit--feeling the invisibly-tensed muscles under the shirt. "I think, uh...we're gonna continue this elsewhere," Cindy giggled.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Diane said. "We have to go back to the office! Where are they taking you?" Diane watched as the outfit took a couple of steps before lifting a couple feet of the ground, sailing through the park.

Just then, she heard Calvin moaning behind her. She turned back to her living jacket and gasped. Calvin's hardened cock was inside of one of the purple sleeves, being jacked off by her jacket.

"Stop that!" She chided, trying to get her jacket's attention to no avail. Calvin looked at her apologetically. "Has everyone here gone crazy? We can't just...oh god..." Diane looked down at her chest as her cream blouse began unbuttoning on its own.