Justine and Travis take a ride toward the intimates department

Travis looked at the girl beside him, an expression on her face like she was having the time of her life. Despite what the clothes said to him, she seemed in control of the situation more than anyone or anything else. But all she obviously reveled in the thought of flying, and Travis felt himself grow a little against his briefs as he looked her up and down, watching her legs and her butt flex against the shimmering satin pants that she was flying on.

If the enchanted clothes were telling the truth, Travis's libido was the driving **** for all the insanity happening around him. He had to admit that the clothes were right about Justine; she was cute, she was clearly flirting with him, and she seemed to react with absolute pleasure at the idea that Travis was at her mercy. His dick pumped harder knowing that she was leading him back to lingerie, where all of this craziness had begun.

They had left the previous entourage of bras behind them, but as Travis looked back he could see that they were following after.

Justine hugged the satin outfit, watching the shape move under her as she shamelessly grabbed its tits. The emulated nipples were hardening under her attention, and she giggled as she thumbed them like tiny joysticks. She caught Travis looking at her, and she wondered if he caught her riding against the satin thigh of the pajamas with her hips. The more she played with them, the more her own jeans got in on the action. Once she found Travis, the magic seemed to assert itself a little bit more — which only made her want to keep him closer. He was cute, which didn't hurt, and the more she teased him the more he seemed to be packing under those thin briefs. These enchanted clothes seemed to want nothing but fun from her, but that didn't stop the other patrons from running scared, shouting about ghosts. She figured she had all the opportunity in the world to get him alone and in a position where he might be more than happy to show off. She was so enraptured by the idea that he was the flowing source of all these magical circumstances that an infatuation began to build in her. Naughty, terrible thoughts...if she gave him a blowjob, for instance...would--

Justine just shook her head. She was getting ahead of herself now.

"You seem to get along with all those bras," Justine said. "Maybe we should get some panties to go with them!" She grinned at Travis as he gave her a frustrated look.

"You have to keep giving them ideas?" Travis whined, gasping as his briefs shifted on him. Justine raised her eyebrows, noticing the very clear bulge in his shorts. She cackled back at him.

"How can you act so put upon when this is magic!? Like, only in the movies and storybooks m-a-g-i-c...and you're at the epicenter! Can't you just enjoy it?" Justine squeezed the pajamas and tipped dramatically to her side, and the satin outfit rolled with her, inverting her as its own sleeves hugged her back, securing her. She howled laughter as she rolled back atop them, grabbing the inflated chest again with abandon.

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say," Travis said. "You get a soft billowy ride, and none of your clothes have stripped off of you!"

"Not yet, anyway…" Justine smirked at him. He just blinked in response. Where did this girl come from?

Travis felt himself slowing down as the two of them bobbed gently above the intimates section once more. As they descended, Justine looked around for her mother while Travis took note of the man at the edge of the hosiery and footwear departments.

He was reclining on a bench, with a ghostly pair of legs draped around his shoulders. The translucent feet were playing against his chest as another pair of lengthy stockings modeled in front of him, lifting a shimmering silver foot clad in a red high-heel.

As it approached him, the shoe came off on its own and inverted, its heel hanging over the man's nose.

He was apparently delighted by this, but Travis lost sight of him as he dipped closer to the ground.

"I hope they're being nice," Justine said, looking around. "Hey, you could just ask them where she's at, couldn't you?"

"She's in sportswear, being treated like a queen…" The red satin bra answered, floating behind him again. "We can always bring her over here with you two if that's what she'd like," it says.

"I don't know what she'd like," Travis muttered, looking back at the bra with disdain. "They say she's in sportwear--being treated like royalty--whatever that would entail." Travis could hear feminine laughter from all around him, even Justine.

"As long as she's not freaking out," Justine said, shrugging at him. The pajamas that Justine was riding took her close enough to the ground that she was comfortable hopping off of them. They turned up right again when she did, following her as she leafed through racks of underwear in the intimates department. She looked back at the entourage surrounding Travis again. "So many bras, but not really any panties… More of a tit guy, huh?" Travis decided not to answer Justine's tease, but that didn't stop her from selecting a bunch of things from the racks, pulling them off their hangers according to how well she thought they went with the enchanted items already following them around the store. "I wouldn't mind seeing some matching sets," Justine said, lofting a half-dozen panties into the air. She tried to focus on size as much as style. Before any of the garments hit the ground, they inflated to shape like fabric bubbles, settling under their matching bras perfectly. A delighted look grew on Justine's face when she watched the newly matched underwear strut around Travis.

"Seems like they really are listening to me," Justine said, looking around the department again. "Even if they won't listen to you." Justine raised an eyebrow as Travis bobbed in the air, still held aloft by his enchanted skivvies. "Maybe they should let you stand on your own two feet again," Justine suggested.

Once again, just as she said it, Travis was placed back on the ground. He stood on shaky legs, and his feet kind of tingled a little from being held in the air as long as he was. This girl was cute, and she was just running with the situation. Travis wondered if the clothes were telling the truth.

"I just don't know what to do with this situation," Travis said, looking down at his underwear. "You have to admit, it's a bit strange to just accept what's going on here." Justine responded with an expression of disbelief.

"I really don't get what you're worrying about. They're even talking to you, so you know more about what's going on then I do. The weirdness of the situation didn't stop me from hitching a ride 15 feet in the air…" Travis laughed nervously, looking around at the sets of bras and panties surrounding him. His outward attitude certainly didn't match his biological reaction, and he swallowed hard, knowing that his biological reaction was showing more and more clearly through his underwear. Now there was an entourage of what looked like invisible women surrounding him, there was a pretty girl spurring him forward by calling him a wimp — though not in so many words – and at this point, the other people still in the big box store were more occupied by dancing garments and animated objects elsewhere in the store than with Travis and Justine. The two of them were effectively alone, outside of the entities voicing the enchantments, of course.

Travis could feel the blood thumping between his ears as he approached the first bra that had come to life in front of him — the sexy red one with the sizable cups.

"Oh Travis, I like that look in your eyes." Travis swallowed hard as he heard the voice speak to him again. He looked back at Justine, who was watching his every move. He looked back at the set of underwear, and down at a of red panties, trimmed in lace and matching the look of the bra well, if not exactly.

"I, um – I like your new addition," Travis stuttered, watching the red panties wiggle when he said so.

"I like that you like them..." the voice said as the panties thrust their hips forward, pushing against the waist of Travis's underwear. He made a little noise as the lingerie pushed against him, watching a cleft appear at the crotch of the underwear where they rubbed against his not-so-hidden boner. His eyes went wide, and he could feel the heat of embarrassment due to the girl watching him a couple of yards away.