Gradually, then suddenly

"Um, maybe you should let me get that…" James said, making a move to push the glove hand away. His tender end began standing up in the water, and he didn't want the clothing to discover his reaction — despite them being just clothing.

The outfit, however, would have none of it. The blouse leaned into the side of the tub, resting one of its hollow breasts on the side of the porcelain next to James as its damp, translucent sleeve fell around his neck. The other glove moved to massage his chest as the glove at his thigh caught his hand and gently pulled it away. James took a deep breath, looking over at the empty collar of the blouse next to him and stuttering his plea.

"Uh--I--I'm grown up now. You don't have to wa--whoa..."

The glove tightened around his girth, and he could feel the water flowing out around it as it took hold of him. He winced a little as the other glove's fingers played over his pecs, and he nervously looked down at the fingertips playing against his skin before turning back to the blouse. He wasn't so much looking at the collar anymore as he was the shape of the invisible breasts, one of them perched on the porcelain beside him. He couldn't help but notice the small, pointed protrusions at the front of each of the translucent orbs.

"I… I don't know if I should be doing this with my—" The glove at his chest curled all of its fingers except its pointer, placing it perpendicular to James' lips to shush him, which obviously worked. As he trailed off, the damp lace fingertips trailed down his cheek, along his neck, and went back to massaging his chest.

The other glove in the water simply held him, gently pulsing a squeeze just enough to make James rigid. James had no idea how he got himself into this, but with the apparent reaction of his body, he had no idea if there was a way out that didn't involve going along with the enchanted outfit's whims.

He moaned a little. He couldn't help it. By now, his engorgement was such that his tip was sticking out of the water. He bit his lip, trying to place his mind elsewhere, but nothing worked. He found himself staring at the half-wet outfit, looking over the edge of the tub at the curves in the stockings, skirt, and blouse that he brought to life.

He was embarrassed to admit how much he was enjoying this, even to himself, but the living outfit seemed so insistent that he couldn't reconcile any other option than to go along with what was happening and enjoy it while it lasted. He finally relented, letting the tension drain out of his spine, and leaning back against the tub, resting his head against the ghostly sleeve behind his neck.

The outfit seemed to sense this acceptance, because no sooner than James had nestled against the shoulder of the empty blouse, the glove closed around his end began slowly moving up his shaft. James gasped a little, cooing at the outfit as the glove gently moved back down. It continued this motion slowly, and he could feel himself pumping up harder as his eyes traveled along the contours of the wet blouse.

From the start of enchanting the stockings, the outfit seemed to have a flirtatious disposition, but he certainly didn't expect to find himself here. On the other hand, it was hard to deny his reasons for choosing a pair of stockings instead of a pair of his own jeans. Were the enchantments somehow privy to the motivations in his deeper mind?

The gentle strokes began to increase in speed. James found himself licking his lips as he watched the outfit working him over. The outfit had already gently silenced him once, it had prevented him from derailing its own apparent motivations… If it wanted him to accept what was happening here instead of digging his heels in, how would it react if he were to...reciprocate?

James slowly reached his left hand up out of the water, playing his fingertips against the back of the lace glove. He traced his touch up to the blouse's cuff and beyond it. He added pressure between his finger and his thumb until he seemed to sense the outline of a delicate arm inside the wet translucent fabric. Not wanting to seem like he was trying to pull the hand away, he relaxed his grip as he explored along the unseen forearm.

For its part, the outfit responded by grasping his nipple between its lacy fingertip and thumb. James let out a short breath and giggled a little as the enchanted glove gently tweaked his nipple. He looked over the blouse, smiling as he let out a little moan. The rest of the gloved fingers dug into his pec a little bit more as his nipple was tweaked again. Now James nodded as he stared at the hollow bust of the blouse. He decided to get bolder.

He reached his left hand across, glancing over the shoulder of the enchanted blouse and finding its invisible collarbone. He traced along it, edging to the hem of the shirt's center, where its top two buttons were still open. James carefully trailed his fingertips along the inside of the seam, and then down along it. As he explored, the enchanted outfit didn't change a thing about what it was doing to him except to stroke him a little bit faster.

James finally traced along the contour of the chest, almost trembling as he ran his fingers down it. Two of his fingers glided over the emulated nipple, and the enchanted outfit seemed to shrug a little in response. James' mouth hung open a little as he smiled, wondering if it's response was a sign that the enchanted outfit could feel something akin to arousal. With his palm and his fingers cupped around the breast of the wet translucent blouse, he gingerly gave it a squeeze.

"Oooh, wow," James muttered, feeling a similar squeeze around his engorged self. He enjoyed the response so much that he happily continued playing at the chest of the blouse, savoring the positive feedback loop as the outfit began to play with him harder.

It really felt like there was something inside. There was clear resistance when he pressed against the shirt. It seemed to give like real flesh, though he admitted to himself that he really didn't know what grabbing a tit felt like. The outfit seemed to enjoy every bit of James' attention as much as he enjoyed theirs, so he kept exploring.

He worked his way to the center of the shirt, where he played against the button hem. He slowly stuck his fingers into the blouse, feeling around inside it. It was only empty space. Mystifying. He pushed his hand inside now, in between the buttons up to his wrist as he rotated it, turning his fingertips back on the inside of the fabric. He followed the contour of the right breast from the interior of the blouse now, and there was a renewed grip on his end as the glove pulled him off faster.

It was the clothing itself that liked the attention--the fabric seemed to feel James' touch and responded to it. James was losing himself in the ghostly handjob now, the look of the hollow outfit, the gentleness of its caress...he leaned back against the sleeve around him, nuzzling against its chest still perched on the porcelain of the tub.

He could feel himself getting closer, and he started imagining the other things he could do with the spell. There were probably others like it in the book, too. If this strange incantation that brought clothing to life worked--then the other spells were just as likely to be real.

"You're...you're gonna make me--" James stifled his own sentence with a groan as the blouse tweaked his nipple again, splashing water and making little waves at the center of the tub where the glove broke the surface of the bathwater as it stroked him.

James fantasized about his newfound magical book. He'd only tried one spell, and he was already swimming in a delicious unreality of pleasure. If there were any warnings about this kind of behavior in the book, he either didn't see them, or they were in a language that he couldn't read. Either way, the negative implications of going along with the enchanted outfit's salacious behavior were the farthest thing from his mind.

When James was about to come, he pulled his hand out of the empty interior, wrapping his fingers around the hollow breast of the blouse as he rubbed his face against the other. The sleeve curled tighter around his neck, the empty glove digging his fingers into his chest as its mate tugged harder.

James let out a loud moan, squeezing the chest of the blouse as he watched his spunk fly from his dick, landing in the tub. The glove at his chest caressed him, traveling up his neck and tousling his hair. He grinned as he took in the sensation, finally sated by the magical outfit. The other glove lovingly slid down his shaft and brought its fingertips up over his stomach, rubbing him gently.

"I — I don't know what to say…" James said. "I guess I didn't expect you to do something like that with me, but…I — uh — wasn't disappointed."

The glove that stroked him off lifted from the tub, the water dripping from it. James sat up as the outfit stood up and pivoted to the showerhead, pulling it from its holster. The outfit turned the water on, seeming to test the temperature with its other glove before beckoning to James.

"Rinsing time?" James said. The collar seemed to nod at him. "Should we empty the tub first?" Now the collar shook back and forth, wagging a finger at him. "Okay, okay," James snickered, deferring to the enchanted outfit again, "You're the boss. I'll let you handle it." James slowly stood from the tub, less shy about his nudity considering what had just happened. The outfit carefully rinsed his body, caressing him with a glove as it washed the soapy water from his body. They gently patted his bottom, and he turned around to let them access his back.

The shape of the outfit still stunned him, especially the imitated nipples at the chest of the fabric. James bit his lip as he thought back to eschewing the underwear drawer earlier, before he knew the spell would really work. He wondered if a set of lingerie would be bound to walk along its hems on the ground, or if it would somehow occupy the proper height for a complete body, despite not having one.

The outfit turned off the water and pivoted to the towel rack. It lifted James' bath towel from it and held it out for him, but when he tried to take it, it pulled it back away, shaking its collar back and forth again.

"Gosh, you're really not going to let me do anything, are you?" James laughed. The collar made an insistent 'no' motion this time, wrapping the towel around James and embracing him before it began slowly, lovingly drying his body.

It did most of the job on its own, but eventually left James to do the rest, wandering out of the bathroom again. James wasn't sure what it was up to, but once he was done drying himself, he turned back to the bathwater to open the drain. Just before he did it, he sensed something behind him and felt a smack on his ass.

"Hey!" He turned to see that the outfit had returned with a blow dryer. It wagged a finger at him again, tapping him on the nose twice. "I got it, I'm sorry. I was just trying to help." One of the gloves held up the hairdryer it had gotten from the master bathroom, and the other glove motioned to it. James didn't understand, but then the outfit thrust the hairdryer toward him once more. "So you do want me to help?" He asked. The collar nodded.

James took the hairdryer and turned it on, pointing it at one of the gloves. Apparently he was too close, because the glove he was drawing made a 'stop' motion, and the other glove moved his hand a few more inches away.

"Oh, sorry. Too hot?" The collar nodded. "Sorry, I'll keep my distance. I don't use these much." As he trailed the hairdryer back and forth from the shirtsleeve to the glove, the other glove took his free hand and placed along the sleeve he was drying, moving it slowly up and down. This time James was pretty sure he understood. He continued the motion, smoothing the fabric as he dried it, feeling the moisture less and less as it evaporated from the warm air. Both the blouse and the gloves were fairly delicate, drying pretty quickly. James certainly didn't mind running his hand over the soft curves of the silky blouse as he finished his task, and the outfit even began teasing his clean skin again as a lacy glove trailed over his torso once more.

"That was — um — pretty fun, actually," James blushed. "What should we do now?" One of the gloves grabbed his hand, leading him back to his bedroom. James hung up his towel on his bedroom door as the outfit went into his closet, returning with a pair of matching flannel pajamas. James laughed. "I don't really wear those, but I guess I can if you want me to." The outfit got to work laying the pajamas on the bed and unbuttoning them, holding out the top for James to put on. He held his arms out as the enchanted outfit slid the pajama top over him, taking a moment to massage his chest with both hands before beginning to button him up.

They held out the pajama pants next, and James dutifully stepped into them. The outfit stepped out of its high-heeled shoes, and the outfit's sleeves went behind it to undo its skirt. James watched attentively hands the gloves peeled the tight skirt away from the living pantyhose. When the skirt fell to the ground, the outfit approached his bed, pulling the sheet back and sliding inside. One of the gloves patted the bed, inviting James in.

He wasn't really tired, but snuggling with a silky blouse and a soft pair of pantyhose wasn't the worst way he could think of to continue this day. He got into his bed without a word, lying back as the outfit nuzzled against him. He smiled, letting out a long sigh as he looked at the book on his desk. He remembered the paper in his pants — still in the bathroom where he was undressed.

"This is…really nice, but I have so many questions," James said. "There has to be more to the book than just that spell, right? Maybe you can help me figure out how to open it, and we can learn more about how you work. I mean, if that one spell allowed you to do all this—" A lace glove put its finger to James' lips once more, and he quieted. The lace fingertips began tracing against his cheek and running through his hair again. "Okay, okay…but we can't do this forever," James said, smiling. As he closed his eyes, he wasn't sure he believed his own words.

Before long, he was asleep. The outfit carefully got out of his bed without disturbing him, pointing at its discarded skirt. The skirt rustled on the ground, righting itself and holding its waistline just high enough for the outfit to step back inside of it. This time the gloves didn't need to reach down and pull it up. The skirt climbed the glossy translucent legs on its own, zipping and clasping.

Not wanting to make any noise on its way out, the enchanted outfit pointed to the high-heeled shoes just before the stocking feet paced towards James's desk. The gloves picked up the clasped magic tome, and the outfit quietly left the room. The black high heels followed, appearing to carefully walk on the tips of the shoes as the animated footwear followed behind the enchanted outfit.