Justine has been patient enough

"Enough of the striptease already, let's see it!" Justine shouted, grinning as she watched Travis. He felt the waistband of his underwear began to pull away from his stomach, and he reached out to try to stop his last layer of clothing from escaping. Just then, the a couple of pairs of panties that Justine suggested to life each hooked a hip around Travis' wrists and pulled his arms away, stopping him from intervening. "Yeah…" Justine purred, "show it to me!"

There was at least one gasp that wasn't Justine's when Travis' underwear came to life and exposed his erection to the world.

"Justine, what — ooh — what has gotten into you?" Her mom shouted, suddenly drifting into the intimates in an entirely new outfit. She seemed to be tugging at the waistband of a tight pair of glossy green exercise pants. The fabric was clinging to her so completely that Travis could see the shape of her pussy and the fabric of the tight enchanted leggings diving between her and making her clit and labia wiggle on their own. Justine's mother let out a moan as the molded cups of her matching green sports bra pushed her breasts together. "You…you two...have to make this...stop—ooh!"

Travis stared at Justine, who had a mischievous smile on her face as she pointed a finger in the air and made a nodding motion towards hosiery. Her mother's legs separated and her thighs lifted in front of her as if she was straddling something. Her hands grasped at empty air as her ultra tight pants slowly swelled up inside her, making her toes curl as she began bobbing toward the hosiery department as if she were riding a trotting horse. Her mother made another plea to her, but Justine could barely make out the words...just as her mother wouldn't hear her blurt out of the following sentence:

"Give her someone to play with, if she wants…" Justine mumbled, "but keep her out of my way so I can—" Justine trailed off when she looked back at Travis, who quickly made a new friend. Directly in front of him were her mother's discarded clothing, from her high heels all the way up to her blouse. One of its sleeves was pointed at Travis' midsection, and Travis' exposed dick pumped itself in and out with the motions of the hollow sleeve next to it.

"Bigger…" Travis whispered, licking his lips as he watched the empty MILF outfit beat him off. "Just a little bigger..." Justine bit her lip as she watched her mother's discarded outfit obey an obviously well-encouraged Travis. The form inside her mother's empty clothing was swelling in very specific areas, both of which had all of Travis' attention.

"Well that isn't disappointing..." Justine whispered under her breath. Her tight jeans were responding to her own reaction to seeing Travis at full mast. The sensation of flight from earlier and the whole teasing situation besetting Travis had already gotten her going, at least a little...but now he was actually embracing the situation, just like she told him to. Seeing him take on the situation--even in his naked vulnerability--was seriously turning her on now. She noticed her jeans gripping her ass and tracing little touches over her thighs when she was riding the pajama set earlier, but now her panties were starting in on her, gently pushing against her clit as Travis' ghostly handjob increased in speed.

"Am I getting b-bigger?" Justine's mother asked to whatever happened to be listening. She was floating over toward a not-unattractive young-to-middle-aged man, who was pinned to a bench by several pairs of ghostly legs in different colors and translucencies. This visual surreality was holding her attention until she felt some kind of surge from within her own body again. This time it was unmistakable.

At first, it felt like her breasts had grown inside the sports bra, but with the way this enchanted fabric could manipulate skin, she figured it was just a trick of the mind...until she actually felt her ass inflate. It stretched against the shiny green fabric; she caught herself growing in a column mirror as she began to descend toward the pinned-down man.

He seemed rather content with his situation, but that delight reached new levels as he watched this tightly-clad voluptuous woman hovering toward him. The pantyhose sitting on his face slid themselves down, gently straddling his neck as the closest part of Justine's mom settled gently against his face — the soles of her feet. She stayed quiet, blushing terribly. Foot worship was one of her deepest secrets, and her tootsies were now resting in the face of what was a very passable guy, now that she could see down the length of his body from just a meter or two away.

The man looked up at Justine's mom, her rounded ass and luscious thighs coated in glistening green fabric and hovering above him, sitting on nothing but air as her feet were perfectly poised against his face. He breathed slowly and carefully, trying to gear himself down a little now the gorgeous woman had become part of this insane supernatural play. He didn't want to let himself go just yet.

"Is…is this heaven?" The man said between her feet, tickling her little. Justine's mom wanted to say something, but held herself back until her exercise pants swelled against her clit again, wiggling it.

"It — it could be if you do to me what you were doing to those empty stockings..." Justine's mom's sighed as the man started off without delay, licking between her feet as a pair of tan pantyhose squeezed their thighs around his erection. Her eyes rolled back. The sports bra played with her inflated tits, and she reached down to hold her breasts up as they jiggled and pinched themselves. "Oh my God, worship…" Justine's mom whimpered, inhaling sharply. Regardless of what Justine was focused on, knowing that her daughter was somewhere behind her indulging in the same kind of unreality turned her face cherry red. She knew she should be fighting this, but between the man, the pantyhose entourage and her own body played with by the outfit that **** its way onto her...she couldn't help herself.

Even as they all lifted into the air until they were halfway to the high ceiling, visible from multiple departments, Justine's mother never looked back.

"Now wait a minute!" Justine said, finally feeling tinge of jealousy at watching a ghostly shape of her mother dominate Justine's original target. Justine didn't mind watching him take his ghostly hand job...she certainly enjoyed watching him stare in awe at his own **** reactions, but now the collar of her mother's blouse was in front of his cock, and magical invisible lips were obviously around it, sucking it into a soft, unseen throat. She hovered near them both now, and she passed her hand above the collar to meet with nothing.

Nothing but Travis' cock, that is. She promptly grabbed it.

"Holy shit," Travis said, staring down at his dick. He had no idea how it was happening, but now he was getting a hand job and a blowjob at the same time. His eyes met with Justine's, and they both licked their lips as Justine's enchanted clothes stopped being subtle. They took her in for a kiss both of them had been anticipating.

Justine and Travis shot into the air, both of them moaning as they sucked each other's lips. Her mother's empty outfit was left behind, remaining on the ground. Justine's shirt billowed and pulled itself up over her chest. Her jeans slid themselves down to her ankles. She tried to keep hold of Travis, but he was pulled away from her for a moment, lifted beyond her as her shirt and jeans pulled themselves off. She rose to meet Travis again, and he gasped as the underwear-clad girl was pressed against his exposed body.

Neither of them realized what was happening when the pajama pants Justine was riding earlier slid up both of their pairs of legs, binding them against each other. Justine's eyes closed slowly as she looked dreamily at Travis. He tried to meet her eyes, but couldn't stop staring at her perky breasts in a cute blue bra. She had to be a C cup, at least.

Travis reached out to Justine's hands, knitting his fingers with her own as the pajama top wrapped around them both, buttoning them into it. Inflated to capacity, they had enough room for both of them. Justine gasped as her tanga briefs suddenly moved aside at her crotch, asserting Travis' erection into her waiting labia.

"Oh my god..." Justine trembled, looking into Travis' eyes. "We...we're..."