Enchanted Cop Uniforms & Equally Disenchanted Alpha-bros

As we reached the foot of the escalators, I Iooked at the massive entry to the anchor shop, where the gate was now drawn and closed. In front of it, a couple of empty police uniforms stood at the ready, seemingly ill-fitting around bulging curves in the hips and chest that their original wearers obviously didn't bear. The hollow sleeves were still and at-attention, the hovering caps holding steadily over empty collars in comparison to the other clothing dancing about the store, frolicking and swirling about.

And then there were the officers themselves.

I saw one of them against a wall, whimpering. He was dressed in tightly inflated women's jeans and a curvy red sweater, his hands high against the wall and his legs spread. Behind him was a magically possessed police uniform (his own, actually, though I certainly couldn't tell it from the others), the ends of its empty sleeves moving up and down the smooth, tensed denim. He groaned when a sleeve went between his legs and stayed there, sliding in and out.

"Taste of his own medicine," A silky voice whispered in my ear. Still hovering in the magical green lingerie, my leather gloved hand still clasped to the nothingness at the end of an emerald sleeve, I turned to my other flank to see the witch hovering beside me. She gave me a peck on the tip of my nose. "Hard to look away from all this, isn't it?" She asked, motioning to the floor again.

Two more cops were dancing with each other, both their faces turned from each other in embarrassment and disgust. One was dressed in a garish blue ball gown, white stockings and opera gloves, his arms wrapped around the other in a gold sheath dress, again packing curves that didn't belong on its wearer. The held one whined at the other to let him go as the officer in the ball gown grumbled about not wanting to be doing this anymore than he did.

"Now come along and let's finish your look." The witch sailed in front of me again, my eyes fixed on her leather ass as the invisible **** in my green panties tightened around my cock again, coaxing it harder.

As we drifted through the first floor, we came to the makeup counters, where a few more dressed-up, subdued officers and unwitting husbands were **** to sit. Compacts, lipstick and mascara hovered around them. Brushes dotted and stroked, wax sticks painted uncooperative lips in coral and cherry, and mirrors hovered in front of the stunned or frustrated faces.

By now, shock and disbelief had stilled most of the testosterone in these victims, but around the corner, one cursed and screamed at an eyeshadow applier bobbing threateningly close to him. His wrists were held by leather gloves, and his body was held inside the curves of a skimpy tube top and a khaki skirt.

Across from the man, a young black-haired latina hovered in a seating position, her legs crossed. I could be forgiven for staring; she was clad in black leather knee-highs, a pink miniskirt and a tight white tee with nothing under it, boasting erect nipples. She was laughing as she waved her hands, sending more cosmetics off the shelves and into the air, surrounding the inconsolable brute.

"How goes it?" My new guardian asked her, hovering over and kissing her on the cheek.

"Wonderfully," The latina said, her glowing eyes meeting mine for a moment. "Except for miss bitchy here." She looked back at him. "But we're gonna make you the cutest little chica whether you like it or not, aren't we?"

"Fuck y--ough!?" As soon as he opened his mouth to retort, another animated glove stuffed itself into his mouth and made a fist, tightly gagging him.

"Now that isn't very nice," The young witch pouted. "The meaner you get, the meaner I'm going to have to get," She grinned. She made sweeping strokes with her finger, and the makeup began painting on his face again, far more exaggerated and garish than what I saw happening to the others. "Now him, though..." The latina said, looking at me and hovering toward my suspended body, "He looks like a good little pet." I looked at the ground, trying not to stare at her perky tits wrapped in soft white cotton. "Aww, and so modest, too! May I?" She asked the full-figured witch.

"That's why I brought him here," She purred. "He's been firing off nothing but worship and lust since he saw us."

As I considered what that meant, a tanned hand reached under my chin and lifted it, bringing my eyes back to her smiling face.

"Ooh, look at you..." She said. "Those eyes are almost silver, aren't they?" Her hand stroked my cheek. "Very androgenous facial structure too--not like the caveman over there," she motioned to her victim before looking back at me. "Worship, hmm?"

"Indeed." I must have shot a confused look at the full-figured witch, because she raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Yes, darling...I can sense these things."

She pouted. "Cassandra, I want this one. Can I have him? Pleeeeease?"

"Sorry hon, I've already promised him away." My cock hardened again at the thought of being property to these sorceresses. I suppose my submissive nature pretty much meant I was doomed from the start. "She might share him, though."

The latina leaned in close, looking down into the gap between the panties and my waist.

"I hope so," Her eyes went wide. "There's certainly enough to go around." She reached up and stroked the emulated pussy in the green panties, making me shudder delight. She giggled and reached up to grab a handful of lacy invisible tit. "Whatcha think, hot stuff? Wanna be my dolly?" I simply nodded, my lips trembling. All I could think about was her body clenched around my cock, my back craning to suck her bouncy tits. "Hmmm...well, let's get you all pretty--and then we can let your new owner decide if she's gonna lend you out."