Complete fucking chaos

Step by step, Ava was walked down the sidewalk towards the city’s center by her sweatpants and shoes moving in unison. She walked alongside her basketball outfit, which casually dribbled the ball as it walked down the road with her. She kept her head down most of the time, and closed her eyes as she tried to ignore her surroundings.

When she did look around, Ava saw distraught people, some naked, running in the streets. She heard shouting from the insides of houses, and if she looked at the nearby windows she would occasionally see floating objects or clothing tormenting or chasing people inside. Cars would occasionally drive past with no drivers. Shoes and boots would chase people down the same sidewalk she walked on. Outfits would gather together and enter houses filled with other outfits. Yells and hysteria could be heard in the distance for miles, and she didn’t know what to do. This whole phenomenon had been going on for only a few hours now, and the world seemed like it already was doomed. The living outfits seemed nonchalant about the whole situation, much to Ava’s dismay.

A few blocks down the road led her to the town’s recreation center, where it seemed relatively quiet. She had played basketball many times there before, and she assumed that her clothes knew that. Her legs walked her inside as the basketball outfit held the door open.

Ava raised her head and looked around. People were on the floor, cowering from the chaos around them. Others were in corners panicking, as numerous objects hovered around them. A few were even tied up and gagged behind the reception desk. Just right in front of her, she spotted a naked blonde girl about the same age as her who was being dominated by her yoga outfit. Her pink training shoes pinned her face down, her running shorts had tied her hands together, her bra grinded against her pussy slowly, and her socks kept her legs wide open. Muffled moans came from her gagged mouth as she barely protested against it.

The bra stopped what it was doing, turning towards Ava and the basketball outfit and regarded them for a second. The girl’s mouth opened, and a wrinkled, wet pair of pink lace panties snaked out a few inches and waved its fabric back and forth at them. The basketball outfit waved back, and Ava’s legs jerked her forward and both continued to walk through the building.

Now exiting the front lobby, Ava peered through the open gym doors as she walked past. She saw glimpses of outfits wrestling people to the ground, with a man being pinned down by a women’s yoga outfit that locked his head between the thighs of leggings, and a woman a few feet behind him was being controlled by her clothes, and forcibly grinded against a naked man on a bench press who seemed to be tied down by rubber resistance bands. Dumbbells and barbells hovered around the gym and harassed some of the people.

Both stopped walking down the hallway and paused. Doors swung open in front of her, as the sounds of shoes squeaking against the polished hardwood of a court were heard meters away. Three full courts were full of “players” competing. Her legs carried her in, and she saw more empty outfits playing against people. A closer examination revealed that the people were not playing freely, but rather their outfits were. A few of them looked over at her with exhausted expressions and a lack of words for the situation. She couldn’t help but feel pity for them.

Her legs sat her down on the bleachers near a court that had just finished a game and was clearing out. Her basketball outfit sat down next to her, setting the duffel bag down while it rustled. A water bottle hovered out and neared Ava’s mouth, it’s cap popping off and tilting towards her lips. She hesitated for a moment, before eventually leaning forward and drinking the water. Her basketball outfit began “stretching” its arms and legs while Ava finished the bottle. She looked over at the outfit after the bottle departed from her lips.

“So, do you have muscles? Or like, tendons that you stretch?” she quietly asked, observing what looked like a hamstring stretch.

The basketball outfit stopped in its pose, before turning slightly towards her. A “head shake” was given, and Ava just casually nodded in response.

Her nearby ball bounced onto Ava’s lap, making her jump a bit as it rolled back and forth across her legs. She reached for the ball, which her sweater sleeves seemed to allow with no resistance. It stopped moving in her hands suddenly as soon as she picked it up, and her basketball outfit motioned her to come to the empty court as it walked away from the bleachers. As she got up, she felt a hair band tightening on her head in a similar fashion as she did before a game.

Ava tested what she was allowed to do with every action she took. She slowly walked forward and there was no resistance. She moved her arms around in circles and stretched them out. No resistance. She dribbled the basketball in her hands, but after the first bounce it shoved itself into her chest firmly.

“S-Sorry!” Ava said, now clenching the ball.

After walking onto the court, the ball flew out of her grasp and bounced towards the outfit at the top of the three-point line. It grabbed the ball, turned towards the basket, and jumped upwards, shooting the ball into a perfect swish. The ball instantly bounced back towards the outfit, which now held the ball out towards Ava for her to try. Ava hesitated for a moment, but a push from her sweats enticed her to meet her outfit at the top of the court.

The ball hovered into her hands, as Ava nervously clenched it. She looked up at the hoop, and took a deep breath.