Get dolled up before she comes back to claim you

I was sat in the chair with the Latina looking on contentedly, waving her hands at the makeup counter and causing a stream of brushes and applicators to hover near my face. A tube of lipstick came first, uncapping itself before approaching my lips. My eyes crossed watching the crimson wax painting itself on me, and my manhood couldn't help but react to my situation. My panties and skirt obviously noticed this, and gave me a friendly squeeze in response.

The Latina watching me become flush was obviously excited by the prospect, giggling as she directed more makeup in my direction.

"Paint him up all pretty, ladies," she said as she watched me shuffle in the chair. "You don't have to be shy with me, baby." She looked down at my midsection. "Don't be afraid to express those naughty, naughty intentions of yours."

Suddenly, my leather-gloved hands rose on their own accord, making me grope my own invisibly-filled green bra. I could feel the groping right through the invisible **** where it affected my chest, transferring the ministration of the ghostly fingertips directly onto my flesh.

I close my eyes, making sure not to squeeze them shut as a mascara brush traveled towards my lashes. I could feel the thing tickling my eyes when I heard the witch's voice again.

"Well now, I think it's time we finished that outfit of yours. Your friend is almost ready to make a reappearance."

I could only guess that she was referring to the staffer the other witch had taken aside, but I wasn't about to open my mouth or move my head too much with all the brushes and applicators still swirling around me.

I heard an exceptionally cheerful voice whooping as it flew through the hall and came toward me. My eyes were still closed, but I could hear the joy as she entered the anchor store and flew, (I assume) towards the make-up counter. The chuckling of another feminine voice was right behind her.

"But, I mean...like, how many of us can you do this with? Are you going to like, upset the balance, or something?"

"No, it's nothing like that, sweetheart." I knew this was the voice of the other witch. "We simply have some gifts to share, and we thought it was about time that we share them...mostly with those that seem like they would know how to have fun with the prospect."

"But I… I can't believe I'm just flying. Just hovering off the ground like gravity doesn't matter."

Now I heard the Latina laughing again.

"Honey, flying is just the beginning. Check out what I'm doing to my new friends here."

I opened my eyes again, not having felt a brush or an applicator in my face for a few seconds. When I blinked a couple of times my lashes felt heavier, and now were in front of me were four magical women, looking down at me like an experiment...or at best, a pet.

The staffer laughed first.

"I'm sorry," she said, clearly noticing my expression at her shift. "But it's like they said...you could have just left like I asked you to."

"That's right...he could have. Don’t you think he looks pretty in his new outfit?”

I scowled now. Not that I really meant to--and not that I wanted to upset any of my hosts or prod them to do even worse to me--but I could feel the staffer’s pity. She was embarrassed for me, and it showed on her face.

“I think...the poor dude looks pretty silly,” She said, sort of smirking at me. Whatever my mental state, though, my extremely hard cock pushed against the inflated leather skirt--bulging against it just enough to see it from the outside.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying himself.” The witch that had returned with the magically-imbued staffer motioned down to my midsection and my giveaway boner. “Isn’t that right, dolly?”

I couldn’t help but puff out a single laugh. I was fucking stuck here, there wasn’t much I could do about it, and if I heard correctly--I was to be given to the only woman here who displayed any evidence of showing me mercy.

Maybe I didn’t want it...I don’t know. It didn’t really seem to matter what I wanted in the moment.

I looked down as my cock strained against the pantyhose and the leather skirt, in a sort of defiance of the enchanted clothes. Its visible insistence was pretty remarkable, considering the situation...but something about the floaty feeling running through the whole lower half of my body made it respond.

The cleavage and beautiful faces in front of me didn’t hurt either.

“Well, stare all you want, hot stuff. Keep it locked up in that memory of yours, because you’re going home with this one,” said the plumper of the two witches.

Right, I forgot. She could read my thoughts.

“I’m...I mean...what do you mean?” I broke my gaze from the cleft of the witch’s busty corset and stared at the staffer--who was dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt now--changed out of the work clothes I saw her in downstairs. As I searched her expression for an answer, I saw her eyebrows jump. She smirked at me, and I had to ask… “Can you read minds now, too?”

“Not exactly...or, not yet, I guess?” She looked at the witch that accompanied her, who nodded.

“It comes with a little more time, hon. The more you get a feel of the energies around you--the clearer everything starts to become...but with this one, do you really need to read minds?”

The staffer looked back at me again, considering the witch’s response and shaking her head.

“So…” The staffer hovered closer to me as I felt myself lifted out of the chair. “Remember how you told me that I couldn’t physically stop you earlier?” Her eyes narrowed, and I let out a little pant, quickly drawing breath as she boldly reached across the hip of my puffed out skirt to cross over the lump where my dick was pressed against the fabric.

I nodded, looking her in the eyes.

“Pretty sure that circumstance has changed just about as much as it could possibly change, huh?” She reached around both sides of my skirt and threw one of her legs across, straddling me.