Finish on the Here and Now

"I...think...that if I even try to move from here, I'm going to cum," Scott said.

"You could do that," Cirea said. Her voice seemed to come from the leggings in front of him instead of where he expected a head to be, like with the lingerie set behind him--whispering in his ear. "Or you could do me the favor first and really let me make it worth your while."

"D-do you the favor?" Scott asked, his member still clinched between two huge, shining thighs.

"Uh-huh," came the voice behind him again. He felt his chest gripped by two invisible hands. He looked down at his skin, pressed and contoured against this ghostly touch. Down into the leggings in front of him. He could see where his own hands were pressing into their enormous hips. "We can come too, you know. Some of us are more exacting than others in how to get us there...but we can get there." Scott tried not to laugh. How would a pair of leggings...come?

"B-but, how would I--"

"You pleased Cynthia well enough...at least once upon a time. Didn't you?" Scott frowned. It was the first thing these animated outfits said or did that wasn't super-sexy dangerous to his throbbing cock. "Oh, no no no no--I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, honey..."

"How...would any of you know about Cynthia?"

"We can manipulate the space around us without bodies, Scott. How we communicate is beyond any scientific concept you know to any intimate degree. Just...suffice it to say gossip literally travels faster than light for us."

"I just sell Real Estate," Scott pleaded. His dick downgraded again. "I never claimed to be a smart guy or anything, I just--"

"Oh, good god, you broke him already," The stockings sighed. "WHY would you bring up the ex?"

"Everyone just shut up!" Cirea shouted, inflating every curve of the leggings again when she did. This brought Scott to attention again...in both ways. "Scotty, honey...what did you USED TO do with Cyn? When it was still really great?"

He swallowed hard, looking through the empty leggings at the exaggerated curves in the back. Some impulse surged in him, and he curled forward, reaching around the rear of the shiny fabric and clinching his fingers around the tight invisible cakes. He jiggled his handfuls of the shapely leggings as Cirea cooed under him, vibrating his cock clinched between her shiny black thighs with the resonance of her voice.

"That's a good boy, Scotty. Make this ass yours." The sides of the fabric pulled up all around the invisible hips, contouring a cameltoe at the junction of Cirea's legs. She inflated her ass again as Scott pulled one of his hands away, laying his palm out flat as he came back in with a purpose. "Ooh, god, Scott, again!" The strike sent a jiggling wave through the hollow ass, and Scott got off on the sight of his own advances though the surface of these leggings as much as he did the delicious feel of the glossy, tight fabric.

He took his other hand and spanked the leggings again, listening to the smack like the vibration of a tuned drum. The whole experience was like a blur now. He had been prepared by Marlene's outfit to be careful of everything he said and did, but now, with this Marissa woman's belongings...

"I can feel that cock pumping itself up, Scotty...I know you want to come on me," Cirea said. "Play with my ass, baby. Trust me when I say you can't possibly hurt any part of me."

He felt the fabric tighten again, and he gripped it even harder in response. The tapering lower-half of a ridiculous hour-glass figure was pushing against him now, wiggling against his dick and begging him to get aggressive.

He did what he'd been doing since he found out Marlene's outfit could move on its own... He complied. Scott grabbed the shining black rear with both hands now, lifting against it and pulling them against his body. He did so with a sort of thrust that made Cirea let out a little moan.

"Ooh, there you go, honey," Said the voice at his ear. He could feel the lingerie pushing against him from behind, invisible hands still gripping his chest and playing across his skin. He hadn't felt attention like this in so long... "That's what we want from you. Show us how a man in need takes what he wants."

That pushed him a little harder. Now Scott pushed again, repeating the action over itself with the rhythm of his pulsing member between the slick black legs. The encouragement from the room intensified, and his usual shy demeanor didn't seem to have an issue with it. Even if they could speak and move, even if he was told to treat them like people...the only thing that mattered to Scott's senses were the wonderful shapes in Marissa's clothes and the sweet sounds of the sultry voices begging him to play.

By now it wasn't just his cock that figured this wasn't going to be so bad. This woman, or at least her wonderfully-shaped clothing, seemed legitimately excited to have him here.

"You're so...you're...oh, god, you feel so good around me," Scott huffed, pairing his words with a reprisal of his grip around Cirea's ass. He lifted her up off the ground now, trying to take awkward strides toward the wall so that he could push even harder. She giggled.

"Mmm...now you're playing my game. Are we going somewhere?"

"I want to fuck you against the wall," Scott said. "I want to bounce against those thick thighs." He was panting now. As he drew closer to his target, though, Cirea pushed back against him somehow.

"Fuuuuuck, Scott. I don't want anything in the way of those hands of yours. How are you going to spank me if you're pressing my ass into a wall?" Cirea let out a moan as she pushed herself against his cock again. "I'll push all you want, baby," The voice whispered, just loud enough to hear him. "Grope me, Scott. Spank me."

He was suddenly disoriented as he felt the lingerie behind him once more. Now the set of underwear and the leggings were pressing against him from both sides, and something else happened...something he didn't expect at all. The lion's share of his mass was lifted from the floor, and his socks were gliding along it, back toward the position he'd just moved from.

"I'm...am I floating?" There was laughter in the room now, along with the other sounds of carnal inspiration. Scott didn't feel like he was being lifted or held in place by any particular body part--instead, it was as if gravity was no longer a factor.

"Slap my ass, Scotty!" Cirea cried out, rocking against him as her gleaming fabric stretched tighter. "Grab me and spank me! Make me come with you!"

It was like an unbelievably lewd zero-gravity dance. He was gripping Cirea's smooth, rounded ass in his hand, watching his fingertips explore her (maybe he was thinking of these clothes as people after all) from the inside of her matte black fabric.

She cooed like a hot-blooded woman, asking him for more. When he ran his fingertips around her hip and down the shining, black thigh of the leggings, her legs squeezed together even tighter. He wanted to come so badly, but he did everything in his power to clinch himself, waiting for her. She was close. He didn't really know how he was aware of that, but he was.

Another slap with the opposite hand made her cry out, and Scott could feel his body rotate forward. She pushed back against him harder, bumping him ever so slightly into the air.

Scott was surrounded by magic, disembodied femininity. The only other place he'd experienced any sensation like what he was feeling--attention from a veritable harem of sensual entities, the surreal weightlessness of flight--was a dream.

Marlene's outfit had prepared Scott to be some sort of prisoner on a strict and exacting protocol of behavior, and now he was about to blow his load on a shapely pair of living leggings in a room full of otherwise voluptuous clothes...all of them flirting with him. Beyond this, he really had no idea what to expect next.

He palmed the slippery fabric with both hands, jiggling the oversized ass and feeling her vibrate under him. She hadn't said the words, but something about the sound and the feeling of her told him that she was about to come.

"You're so fucking hot," Scott said to her. "I want to come in you, Cirea." Scott said, getting bolder with this unexpected situation. Using her name apparently did it for her just as much as playing with her ass, because he could feel how close she was.

'She' was just a pair of leggings, and yet...

"Again, Scotty--tell me how much you want me!" Cirea crooned. "Tell me how much you love this ass..."

"I would make daily, all-afternoon appointments for you to just sit on my face," Scott growled, pumping into her. "I'd make you do squats in front of me while one of Marissa's gloves jerks me off right into your waistline hem!"

"Oh my goodness!" A red leather pair of Marissa's gloves said.

"Scotty, that's so fucking hot," Cirea said. "You're gonna--you're gonna make me--"

"Come for me, Cirea--come with me!" Scott cried out, grabbing his bouncy, thick-thighed goddess of leggings. He plunged his fingers into her curves and pulled her toward him again, and she spread her legs just long enough to let his shaft slide up to the junction between her thighs. Cirea moaned, and when her ass began shaking, Scott knew.

He could feel himself blasting cum with her glossy thighs gently squeezing him. She was cooing to him, still encouraging him through his release as she pulled him straight into the air.

He could see that a bunch of Marissa's other clothes were gathered around them now, particularly behind the leggings, where, presumably, he'd made quite a mess.

The commentary around him seemed to shift to excited responses about...well, his mess, actually.

"Oh my god, do you see how much it is?" The nightgown from before said.

"This poor thing hasn't been milked in weeks!" Said a pair of jeans, cut like mom-jeans, but filled to the brim with Ms. Marqueza's unbelievable curves.

"Maybe months," said the lingerie set behind him. It had released him a few minutes ago when he and Cirea had really gotten into the rhythm, and now it sauntered to his side. "Is that right, Scotty? Don't you service yourself?" Scott could feel himself blushing at the allegation. He laughed a little, clinging to the leggings while he looked around the room at the strange assembly of stylish and seductive empty clothes.

"I was just...caught up with work, I guess. It wasn't really a priority." Now that his first truly intimate encounter with Marissa Marqueza's things was over, he was increasingly aware of his nudity...and his vulnerability to gravity. "You, uh...haven't ever dropped anyone, have you?" Scott asked. Laughter all around.

"Oh, honey...we take care of our pets," Cirea said. "Especially when they're so well-behaved. Don't you worry, momma's got you." She began sinking toward the ground, and Scott's feet tingled when he met up with the floor once again. The gleaming black leggings released Scott's freshly-discharged cock, still half erect from the excitement.

He looked down at his waist self-consciously, wondering what kind of mess he left behind...but his tip was bone dry. Cirea turned and strutted toward a few other bottoms, possibly whispering some kind of gossip to the others...indicated in the least by the giggling Scott heard across the room.

There was nothing on the back of her round thighs. Nothing on the rubberized tile floor. It was as if he'd never come at all. Did they clean it all up? Were they...using it, somehow? Before Scott could think of a polite way to ask, a bunch of glamorous, showy clothing surrounded him again. The red lingerie set lead them.

"Well, Scott...shall we show you to your room and get you ready for bed?" It asked.