John Furthers His Investigation

After his orgasm, most of the self-fitting entourage remained active. If not filled out to human proportions, items were drifting through the air, tangling around each other, or appearing as if they were hung on invisible fixtures and simply held aloft in the air. Now, everything but the red leather gloves were doing their own thing. Whatever most of them wanted from John—for the moment they appeared to have gotten it from him.

The pantyhose and viscose blouse outfit disappeared out the door first, and John had no idea where it was headed. Right now, he didn’t care. He was drifting in the afterglow, sprawled out on his mom’s bed as the red leather gloves danced over his skin.

“I have…so many questions,” John said, looking down at the hovering gloves. He squirmed a little as red fingers slid up his side, their mate hovering over John’s opposite nipple. “Hey, come on!” He laughed, reaching out to grab the red leather hand.

It let him. It didn’t pull away or insinuate itself over his grip. He gently took the glove in both of his hands, carefully examining it. It didn’t try to leap or pull out of his grip, which he kept as fine and gentle as possible.

“You’re basically a miracle,” John said, looking it over and playing over the soft, rich leather. He cupped the slender fingers in his palms, and they curled gently against his skin as he slid around their digits. “I mean…I know I’ve seen some crazy drone shit on pik-tik and I’ve seen some neat things about metamaterials, but you…you’re amazing,” John said. The matching glove waved him off as if it was being modest.

“No, seriously,” John said, looking around the room at the drifting clothes and ghostly curves. “You can all just fly around! Like…how is that even possible? What propels you?” He thought about what he’d experienced so far…they could really exert ****. Just thinking about it was turning him on again, even if it still scared him a little. “And you don’t just fly, you can…here, can I have both your hands?” John asked.

He let go of the glove he was examining, and both gloves presented themselves to him like someone waiting for a hug. John slowly reached across to grab the opposite hand with his own, gripping it firmly when he made contact. It seemed to understand, and locked his grip in kind. The other glove passed over their linked limbs, and John smiled, linking hands with the other glove. When John pulled the gloves toward him, they did the same, pulling him right off the bed.

“You can throw 165 pounds around without a problem,” John beamed, standing under his own power after being pulled upright by the gloves. The thought of it made him curious. “There must be…some kind of limit to your energy, right?” He asked, letting go of the leather hands. They did their usual shrug again, but a white long-sleeve shirt in wispy, see-through fabric hovered toward them. John couldn’t help but smile a little when he saw that this particular self-fitting item behaved as if its invisible wearer wasn’t wearing a bra. The pair of red leather gloves went to float at the ends of the sleeves, effectively becoming the shirt’s hands.

One of the gloves pointed at John’s now-flaccid dick, then to its opposite bicep, where the other sleeve of the shirt and red glove made a curling motion. John swallowed hard as the shirt seemed to swell. The translucent fabric tightened against a toned musculature, followed by the invisible breasts under the shirt perking and swelling in size.

John got the message immediately.

“You, you’re saying I just made you stronger… Aren’t you?” John asked. Both sleeves seemed to display the shirt’s new shape. The red leather gloves at the ends held their palms up under the thinly-stretched fabric holding the ballooning breasts. John couldn’t help but laugh a little.

When the shirt simply stayed in place, John bit his lip a little—wondering if he should take this as an invitation.

“So I guess that’s sort of what you wanted me for,” he said sheepishly. Suddenly his bare ass was goosed by something, and he jumped forward. The hovering shirt rose up just enough to put John’s head between its breasts as he looked behind him to see that one of the brown leather gloves was the culprit.

The invisible breasts squeezed together around John’s head, and he didn’t bother to try to pull away. Rather, he boldly reached up to caress one of the rounded forms with his fingertips. For their part, the red leather gloves respond by pulling the sleeves around John’s back and wrapping their soft leather fingers around John’s ass. John let out a singular sound of approval, and gently pulled his face from between the emulated breasts just far enough to allow him to grope the pair with both hands.

“That…um…doesn’t bother me at all,” John smiled, delighted with the fact that the gloves responded by sliding their digits over his rear and squeezing, seeming to explore him just as he was exploring the self-fitting clothes. “And it looks like you have me all weekend,” he continued. “Maybe you can show me more,” he said, feeling like a flirt as he smiled slyly. He wasn’t sure how they could ‘see’, but clearly they had an awareness of the space they were in.

Now that he was secure enough in himself and these strange technologically-transcendent clothes’ motivations (at least to some extent), it didn’t seem to do any harm to try to turn on the charm with them. They’d responded positively so far…

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