Mom's workout clothes will help

"Well...what do I do?" You ask, starting to sit up. You feel yourself thrown back against the bed by invisible **** as the white glove on your dick grips you harder.

"Now don't panic, baby..." The outfit says. "Momma's gonna take good care of you." You swallow hard as the closet pops open. A laundry basket hovers out. "As you know...Ms. Kate is very fit, and I wouldn't want my little boy to disappoint her. Let's get your mind in tune with the workout you're about to give her, shall we?"

Things began shuffling in a laundry basket, but now you're focusing on the ground, where her jogging shoes are strutting out. They're pink and white, and obviously well-worn. As they walk toward the bed, your eyes are drawn back to the laundry basket, where a pair of white ankle socks leap out and land on the bed, right next to you. A pink sports bra hovers into the air and zips itself up, wrapping around familiar invisible curves.

Capri leggings join the mix, matching the pink sports bra. Instead of lining up with anything else, the leggings hover over the floor, around where they would be if someone was actually wearing them. They stand next to the bed, on the same side as the socks wiggling in front of you. As the socks seem to dance around on the comforter, scrounging their toes and sinking into the bed, the capris face away from you, showing off their filled out butt and bending over. You watch as the invisible glutes inside flex, left, then right — as if the workout pants are teasing you.

As you watch the semi-glossy pink butt of the hovering Capris stretch and bend in front of you, something enters your field of vision from the foot of the bed. The white leather glove retreats from your cock, and it's quickly replaced by a jogging sneaker. The tongue slides over your tip first, and you moan a little as you watch it slide down your shaft. Your growing cock expands against the toe box of the petite jogging sneakers, and you wince a little as it bends you just enough to get its fabric heel around your entire sac. The shoe wiggles its heel a little, and now you can feel your balls inside the thing, gently bobbled back and forth.

"Hmmm...does my baby boy like that?" The blouse and miniskirt outfit standing over you asks. You nod your head as you look just above the red satin collar, watching one of the leather gloves leaf through the pages of the book. "I think momma has just the boost for you when our mutual friend gets here." A white glove passes about a foot above your body as the outfit murmurs words in a language you're unfamiliar with--obviously the same tongue you butchered when you read your first spell out of the book.

A glow emanates from the white isotoner, and you feel your muscles tensing in the area it passes over, almost as it you were using one of those electric pulse things that makes muscles contract.

"Just relax, baby...relax your body as much as you can. Momma's magic will do all the work." You try to take a deep breath through the feeling, aching in your core a little as your stomach and chest tense. You close your eyes, breathing slower as the feeling passes through your shoulders, your arms, your buttocks, and your thighs and calves. When you open your eyes again, you can't believe what you see.

"Wh-whoa...that's incredible!" You look down at your torso. You're not a bodybuilder or anything, you haven't changed shape drastically...but you're a hell of a lot more tone. You can see definition in your stomach and obliques that wasn't showing at all before. Your chest is contoured--and when you flex your pecs, you can see them pop.

"I know...what a lovely baby boy I have." The white glove moves over your core, leather fingertips playing up your stomach and over your chest. Its fingertips tweak one of your nipples, and you laugh a little. "Now let's just keep pumping you up, shall we? She's almost here." Your member tightens against the sneaker over your cock, and now the socks at your side climb up on your torso, stepping gently over your newly-toned body and wiggling their toes against your pecs.

The other jogging shoe hovered over you, its opening pointed right at your face. The laces loosened, and the shoe opened up as it hovered closer to you. You pumped harder in anticipation, knowing what was coming. When you felt something soft against your hips, you peeked around the sneaker to see them--a pair of filled out blue panties gently straddling your hips. They rode their crotch against the base of your shaft, pushing down against you as the sneaker hugged your cock.

You moaned into the shoe at your face now, breathing back in the scent of well-worn sweat. Your cock was pulsing--aching--and you thrust your hips against the panties riding your base, and the shoe over your manhood.

"Yes, that's my baby. Get nice and hard for mommy." The sweet, silky voice should've freaked you out--it was so so close to hers--but it didn't. You were enthralled by this magic inhabiting your mother's stuff, and you'd already accepted it--pledged to it--more than once at this point.

You'd experienced freedom from gravity--domination by lovely feminine objects. You'd experienced being inside a piece of enchanted clothing, holding round, bouncing, sweating tits--groping and manipulating them without even having to have a body. Now these enchantments had brought you a woman--your mom's gorgeous physical trainer, a fox of a milf that you'd beaten off to in your fantasies before.

The enchantments were going to present her to you. Like a gift. You were going to do anything they asked. When you began hovering off of the bed, you naturally wondered where they were taking you.

"Wh-where are we going?" You said, slightly muffled by the sneaker over your nose and mouth.

"We're going to greet our guest, darling," The outfit said, strutting in front of you out the door of your mom's room and down the hallway. The workout outfit continued tending to you as you hovered slightly upright and floated down the hall. You couldn't help but watch the ass of the leather skirt, shimmying back and forth. The shapely, translucent stockings under it, the clicking of the heels against hardwood — every aspect of the scene made you harder and harder.

"God, mommy — you're so good to me..." You mutter. The awkwardness of the words make you flush after you say them, but somehow, you felt compelled. This magical **** had shown you unbelievable pleasures, and you wanted to see this one through to its maximum potential.

"That's because you're such a good boy, Adam," the outfit turned to you before it headed down the stairs. "You've given us exactly what we asked for, and so long as you keep being a good boy, were going to give you everything you desire."

You hovered down the stairs behind the outfit. As you drifted to the first floor, you heard a drawer open back up in your room. You weren't sure what else the magic was up to until you turned the corner to see a pair of your briefs, filled out to your shape and bobbing down the staircase behind you and the sports bra and capris.

"Ladies, if you wouldn't mind assembling up..." You heard the outfit in front of you say as it headed into the kitchen. Without hesitation, the socks leapt to the floor, and the panties gently riding you drifted away. The pink sports bra and capri leggings slid carefully past you before you passed through the threshold to the kitchen, and you watched as they put themselves together before you. The panties slid into the capris, and the leggings bulged slightly at the hips and ass. The sports bra hovered over them, and the socks took their place beneath the pink knee-high cuffs.

"He wants to cum so bad, though..." The other outfit said, carrying a very similar and very familiar voice. "You love the scent of mommy's sneakers, don't you, Adam?" You swallowed hard and nodded, breathing in the scent again as if to please the newly-vocal entity. "Don't you just want to dump all your cum in me?"

"Unnngh....uh-huh," you respond, looking the curves of the outfit up and down.

"Don't you dare, young man," the other outfit chides. "We have a guest coming, and we want to be polite hosts." The sneaker on your cock teases you even harder, squeezing its toe box around your tip, and making its insole liner play with your balls again. The sneaker over your nose and mouth presses against you even harder, and it's loose laces tickle along your cheeks. You want to come soooo badly now, but you know which outfit is in charge here. You do everything you can to hold back. "Let the boy go, and put on your trainers," the blouse and mini skirt outfit said, pointing a red satin sleeve to the workout outfit's socks.

"Oh, fine..." The other outfit said, finally relenting. The heel of the shoe on your balls dropped, and the sneaker slid gently off of your shaft. The sneaker covering your mouth and nose wiggled against your face one last time before departing, meeting its mate on the floor in front of the gym outfit.

"I want Kate's things to meet a familiar face," the outfit in charge said. "I promise you can have some personal fun with him later."

"Sounds like a plan," The workout outfit responded, sliding its socks into the pink trainers. You hovered there alone for a moment, watching the shoes tie themselves until you were distracted by the feeling of your briefs sliding over your toes--pulling up your legs and wrapping around your midsection.

"She'll be coming in soon," The voice over the satin blouse said. "Why don't you get the door?"

"Mm-hmm..." The workout outfit turned on its heels and walked to the entryway, and you hovered behind it, following along without any obvious direction from either outfit. When it got to the front door, it opened. You watched as Kate jogged awkwardly up the driveway--almost like she was moving in slow motion. It took you a moment to realize that she was bounding like she was on the moon.

"Wh-why are you bringing me here?! What are we..." Kate gasped as she looked up at the front door, landing on the porch and settling. She looked your mom's empty gym outfit up and down. "J-Jill?" she said before looking at your hovering body. "Uh...Adam?" Her sense of shock seemed to shift a little bit, and she clearly looked your own body up and down as she gasped again, lifting off from the porch and levitating inside.

You hovered backward as she came in, and as she was about to say something else to you, another voice came from her vicinity. "Mmm...Adam. You're even more delicious than I expected," A voice like Kate's said aloud. She gasped and looked down at her chest, making a little squeak as she spoke again.

"You--you can talk?!" Kate asked.

"Now that we're here, we can do so much more than that..." The sports bra responded. Kate abruptly turned to your mom's workout outfit now, as if she was forcefully shifted that way by the clothes. "Nice to see you again, darlings. You're looking very fit."

"Likewise," the gymwear responded. "Shall we include my Adam in a little workout session?"

"Wh-what?!" Kate asked. "Adam, what's..." Kate's eyes rolled back, and you looked down to see her leggings pulling tightly against her crotch--causing her camel toe to become more than obvious. "Oh god...I can't--"

"I think we'd like that very much," The Kate-like voice emanating from the silver bra said. "What do you say, Adam?"