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Chapter 5
by TheCanadian
What's next?
Clara gets stripped of her uniform and put into some sexy clothes
"What'cha wanna see her in first, Travis?" The red satin bra asked. Travis was pulled away from Clara's chest, and the red polo swooped up and off of her. It righted itself and inflated to her shape as one of the short sleeves pointed at Clara's khakis.
"Come on," the polo said. "The others have plans for her and the kid. We should be assisting other shoppers." Clara's khaki's burst open in response, unzipping and giving her rear a squeeze before sliding down.
Now Travis had an eyeful of the clerk in her underwear, and she didn't even try covering up. She could only watch in awe as her sneakers untied themselves and slid to the ground, almost a foot from her stocking toes. The khakis slipped off and jogged limply over to the polo, snapping to Clara's gorgeous shape again when they met the shirt.
"You two wait here and I'll have the ladies fit you both into something more comfortable," The polo said, leaving the area and bringing a wake of things to life in its path. Some animated clothes danced out of the section with Clara's uniform, but the willful clothing left plenty of articles to lavish attention on Travis and Clara.
Travis watched as the red satin bra bounced over to Clara's own black lace bra, rubbing its smooth DD cups against Clara's chest.
"You're free, ladies," The red bra said. "Come and party with us!"
Clara's muffled voice shouted through her panty-gag as her black bra began pulling its straps alternately, bobbling Clara's tits up and down. Her underwear pulled up in the back, giving her a wedgie and letting out a giggle as they curled down her sides. Now naked, Clara stared back at the teenager watching her suspended body, exposed and subject to the whims of mysteriously animated clothes.
"Hey sweetie," The red polo said from behind Travis. He felt something pinch his butt as the short sleeves of the shirt grabbed him from behind and hugged him, pressing their spread into his back. "How bout you ditch the kid and come party with me? Let these two figure things out on their own."
Travis was about to respond when the chest of his shirt swelled. He looked down through the neck of his tee to watch his clothes inflate, filling with unseen ****. He instinctively grabbed the mounds in his shirt when he felt his pants swell. The thighs and ass of his jeans bulged with invisible curves, and his briefs came to life and hugged his crotch, gently cradling him.
Travis' oversized, curvy clothes slipped off of him, tangling with Clara's uniform as the two outfits groped each other. Both the red satin DD bra and Clara's black lace D bra were nestled against either side of Travis as Clara's panties held their shape and dangled their crotch in front of Travis.
"We're going to model this pretty lady for you, Travis--just tell us who's going to go first."
Travis caught the scent of pussy for the first time, and his mind drifted to black lacquer boots and leather miniskirts. He thought about skintight metallic leggings and provocative tube tops. He thought about sexy lingerie and tight jeans.
"Hmmm...slow down there, cowboy." Tan pantyhose wrapped in knee-boots and a tight leather skirt in Clara's size walked in. "Give us a chance to oblige." The stockings went limp and rolled themselves up, heading for Clara's feet. Clara made another muffled sound when her socks finally slid off of her feet and landed on the ground, running out of the department.
The stockings rolled themselves up Clara's smooth legs, and she could feel the possessed legwear grabbing her thighs and stroking her calves. Teasing fingertips ran the length of her arches, making her toes curl in the living pantyhose.
"Like what you see?" The red bra asked. Travis stared at the floating woman in front of him, looking her in the eyes. Stunned as she was, her eyes drifted down to Travis' midsection, where his briefs were unabashedly coaxing a healthy erection. Travis almost didn't forgive himself for nodding at the helpless woman until he realized she was doing the same. Travis' own body hovered into the air as Clara smirked. His navy blue briefs worked him faster and tightened around his ass as the leather miniskirt and boots fit themselves onto Clara.
She was topless in leather and nylon, happy to watch Travis pleasured by his own underwear come to life. Behind her gag, she started softly moaning as her pantyhose worked her clit.
"Make it so she can fit in you," Travis said to the red satin bra.
What's next?
Hormone Hijinks
Ported with permission from MagicMystique.com, credit for writing goes to the original authors unless otherwise specified.
When Travis' gaze lingers a bit too long in the women's department, strange things begin to happen before his eyes...is he getting carried away with his imagination, or is there more to his predicament than hormone-driven delusion?
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Updated on Jun 30, 2025
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Created on Aug 26, 2018
by TheCanadian
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