Jennifer’s clothes are raided by the Manacite

Callie opened her eyes after sharing her first kiss with another woman and it wasn’t even her that did it. Her face flushed red as Jennifer shoved her back and to the side pushing her complete off of her. Jennifer jumped up and sprinted into her bed room angry and embarrassed. She slammed her door behind. She came to a complete halt when she turned around and saw her panties and sports bra hovering in front of her. Confused, she left them in the living room.

Callie stood up and chased after Jennifer and was greeted by her slamming the door and locking it. “Jennifer! I’m so sorry! It wasn’t me. That stuff was controlling me!” Callie felt her pussy start to movie again and she pulled her skirt up to see it start to masturbate itself again. Her tots joined in caressing them selves while her nipples felt like two mouths clamped onto them and were sucking and licking. “Oh shit! Not again...”. She fell back against the door and slid down unable to keep her feet from the overwhelming pleasure. Her legs straightened themselves out as the panties she retrieved from under the door floated toward her. Her feet spaced perfectly apart for the panties which slide effortlessly up her legs. Her hands helping lift herself up letting the panties find their place around her hips.

Inside, Jennifer backed away from the door when her legs stoped walking. Her feet lifted one at a time allowing her soft blue panties to replace itself back on her. “What the hell!? How are my blooming knickers alive!?” Her pussy started to masturbate again. Her sports bra floated over to the door and slipped under it. Jennifer’s legs turned and walked her over to dresser. She looked down and she spotted the small vial that Callie stuck inside of her sitting on the dresser with it’s spray life back on it. She realized then that her panties and sports bra must have brought it in her room... She stared at it for a second then noticing her hand was reaching out for the bottle. “Oh no you don’t!” She spatted as she went to pull her arm away to keep her hand from grabbing it. It was at that moment to her horror she found out she had no control over her arm. She picked up the bottle and turned heading to her closet. “What! No no no! This can not be happening!” She exclaimed.

Jennifer pulled her closet open and then watched in continued horror as her hands sprayed the stuff of the vial all over her clothes. As she sprayed indiscriminately, her clothes flew off their hangers, out of their boxes, and off the shelves. She was lost in a see of living fabric swirling around her taking on her own form, some taking on proportions beyond her own...

Back outside Callie was spread legged her hands sliding up and down her body stroking her. Her pussy still fucking her hard, her breasts working them selves. She was being pushed closer and closer to orgasm. Then her panties pulled themselves to the side and her floated skirt shoved itself into her welcoming pussy twisting and rubbing her virginal walls. Her shirt now joined in teasing and working her breasts. Now it was more then just her body her own clothes were now fucking her. The feeling was unimaginable. It was like every part of her world was focused on sexually pleasing her. Finally the orgasm hit her. At this point she lost count of how many times she had cum. She was exhausted. The near constant sex had worn her out.. she wanted to rest badly but her body have other ideas. Once the orgasm finished she was **** back on her feet. Her clothes righted themselves as if nothing had happened. Then Jennifer’s bedroom door opened...

Jennifer walked out dressed in a silk maid dress, pure white apron, black heels, dark stockings, long silk while opera gloves, and ropes with the maid hair band. It’s skirt coming just above her knee’s, it’s bottom flared out from the white petty coat beneath. She tucked the vial into her ample bossum which was pushed up on display from the keyhole cut of the top of her maid dress. Callie was spun around on her heels and the two started marching out the door.