Exploitable Weaknesses

Travis’ first thought was getting out of the store. If he could manage to work his way to a main aisle, he could pace double-time to the front and get away from these things. He snuck out of the dressing room without looking back to see if the red bra--or anything else--followed him.

They didn’t need to. The hitchhikers would nullify any escape plan Travis had—but they’d so it in such a way to milk even more raw emotion from him. Frustration and arousal were a delicious mix, and he had more than enough opportunity for both, given his reaction to this situation at hand.

“Ow!” As Travis walked by another one of the store clerks, her own pocketless pants goosed her. Travis was close enough that she looked right to him, and—because of her exclamation—Travis was already facing in her direction. He looked more than a little guilty.

“You little p--” She seemed to reconsider the culprit when she felt the same goosing fingers grabbing her ass. She gasped, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands, stilling herself and wondering if she was imagining the feeling. When her polo shirt deformed, pushing her d-cup tits together, there was no denying what was happening.

“Holy shit...” Travis said, staring at the cleavage dancing before him. The girl squeaked as she reached up to hold her tits, and now her pocketless pants simply popped open, unzipping. Instead of pulling down her legs, though—the pants stayed put while the yellow lace panties beneath began to pull up on her.

“What the hell is happening to me?!” Her eyes searched Travis. He seemed as astounded as she was at first, but then she watched in horror as he reached a hand into his pants. “--and what the hell are you doing?”

It was awkward. It was probably crazy...but something about all of this was his fault, and the enchantments had exposed a weakness he could exploit—if he could get the clerk to trust him. He pulled his dick out of his pants as the clerk was pulled backward and into the aisle by her revolting clothing.

“This looks...really really bad, but you have to believe me: my cock is some kind of lightning rod for whatever kind of magic these things use.” The clerk stared Travis down even as her clothing groped her.

“You’re not kidding,” She frowned. Travis just shook his head, giving her a little shrug. He turned bright red and started to slide his hard-on back into his pants when she changed his mind. “If you can stop these things, then...do whatever you need to do!” She imagined the worst, something having to do with him blowing his load all over her work uniform—but the moment he approached, she felt her clothing itself pulled toward his center of gravity.

“All I have to do, uh...” Travis nervously approached, watching her squirm. Her polo shirt popped both its buttons and was spreading itself open to expose her bra. Her yellow satin demi-bra bobbled her tits in front of Travis. If he could hit both the bra and the shirt at once… “Can you drop to your knees?” Travis asked.

She watched his cock now. She didn’t respond to his request—at least she didn’t think she did. The pants did it for her. Her knees didn’t land on the floor. They hovered an inch or two over it, suspending her by her pocketless pants—still unzipped but hugging dutifully about her hips.

When Travis awkwardly thrust his hips toward her, two things happened. First, her polo shirt all but reversed itself around her collar, pulling itself off her in one fell swoop and leaving her arms pointed skyward. Second, her satin d-cups dove straight for Travis’ cock, pushing against him from both sides while clamshelling the cups together.

He was tit-fucking her. For a second, he totally forgot that the whole plan was to try and connect with two enchantments at once. When he came to his senses and reached out to grab the clerk’s animated panties, they pulled her hips back, away from Travis’ reach and out behind the clerk.

Now she was dangling in the air—parallel to the ground. Her yellow panties kept her aloft while staying out of Travis’ reach, and her bra continued to **** her to tit-fuck him.

“Did—did it work?” She asked, breathing the words as she made pleased little noises. Travis noticed that her panties were giving her a fair amount of attention.

“I don’t think so,” Travis admitted, grinning as he slipped his dick between her magically constricting tits. “And I don’t think I can stop.”