No way is he running from this

"You got it," Travis whispered, entering the dressing room. The bra had apparently chosen the one with the wide door for a reason...in this 4' by 8' space, the entourage that followed it would actually be able to fit. Travis could only imagine what all this hovering clothing might have in store for him, though the attention the bra cups and shapely yoga pants already gave to his crotch sort of primed him for a best-case scenario.

He wanted to ask how all of this was possible, but at the same time, he didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was just fantasizing about clothes with these shapes minutes ago, and here they were. Sure, it was a little weird that there weren't any women in them, of course...but weren't there natural advantages to that? Whatever was going on here, it was too elaborate to be a trick. It didn't seem to be about anything but getting Travis to agree to finding somewhere a little more private to play. Tactile exploration with mysterious enchanted brassieres didn't seem to be the worst thing to happen to him today, and as Travis watched the clothing filing into the dressing room with him, he was understandably comfortable with the theme of 'exploration'.

Curve-hugging yoga pants walked in--black, grey, and red--all of them in this plush, soft fabric that Travis could snuggle up with and take a nap on. All three of the lower halves were in the same style with different color fabrics, and though all of them had nice curves--the black yoga pants seemed to be taller and more athletic, the red pants were plump, with a bubble butt and rounded thighs, and the grey pants...well, 'pair shaped' would be a massive understatement. They were clearly for bigger girls, but Travis had never seen an ass so fat maintain a perfect, gravity-defying curvature like this. They filled their form like fabric balloons, thighs and calves bulging out as if they were threatening to burst from the cloth.

I think he likes you best, the black yoga pants said, swaying against his crotch. You should feel how hard he is under these clothes. Travis looked down and instinctively grabbed the soft black hips, squeezing against them and looking down into the hollow clothing.

Is that right, honey? The grey pants asked. You got love for the big girls?

As the bras filed into the dressing room, Travis nodded his confirmation. The red satin double D bra that started all this seemed to hover at the door, watching the line of ghostly, bouncing tits precede it. Travis was in heaven just watching the procession. The objects of his obsession parading into a private space...not just hung on hangers, waiting to be used--but filled, somehow, with fantastic shape and flirtatious voices, cooing at him, giggling, moving as if a line of stacked invisible women were floating into the dressing room with him.

The first was pink cotton with lace trim and a slender band. It had ridiculous cups Travis couldn't even guess the size of. A wireless plaid sports bra in unpadded microfiber followed behind it, holding shapely, perking tits with lovely nipples jutting slightly upward. It was smaller than the first, but Travis was no less enamored by the promising shapes inside. A black strapless satin lovely followed behind it, this one coming right up to Travis and pressing against his chest. He reciprocated this affection by gingerly wrapping his hands around the band, holding it against him.

Hahahaha...is it my back you really wanted to touch, darling? The bra's smooth voice echoed in his head.

"I...I wanna touch all of you," He responded, trying to keep his voice down. "I just wasn't sure that--"

Oh, honey--we are here for those hands... Travis didn't understand how these clothes had different voices in his mind, but he recognized this as the yoga pants again, riding and bucking against his waist. ...and whatever other part of you wants to play with us.

The black strapless bra turned itself around, and Travis noticed that it sort of aligned with the black yoga pants bouncing their ass against his waist. With their cups right next his fingertips, he slowly explored the soft satin fabric, wrapping his palms around the underside of the cups and gently squeezing them. He ran his first two fingers up and down over the fabric, and the invisible body inside the bra seemed to respond. Travis looked in awe as two clear nipple shapes began to form in the tan padding on the inside.

Mmm...you're not going to hurt me, honey. Hold me like you want to hold me, the black bra said. Travis smiled, squeezing the cups tighter. He could see the effects of his grip from the inside of the strapless bra, and its voice made a cooing sound that reverberated through him and only made him harder. The black rear of the yoga pants pushed against his crotch even more as the pants bent over, and the bra followed in tandem, pushing harder against his gripping hands.

As this was happening, a cream-colored bra in scalloped lace sauntered through the door. It was the type of look Travis might consider 'old-fashioned', but its size and its attitude made it no less appealing than the others. An emerald green satin-and-lace bra followed behind, gleaming in the light as it entered, catching Travis' eyes with another pair of unpadded nipples and jutting cups that must have matched the red bra's DD size.

Travis had only seen these five brought to life by the original red bra when he was out in the store, but now a latecomer bounced in, a black and white polka dot bra displaying the most bountiful curves yet. Travis' jaw practically dropped. This one was padded, all satin and heavier than the rest in the way it carried its invisible curves, but he could still see the positions of emulated nipples at the front of the cups--the unseen mass of the invisible chest pushing on all sides of the fabric.

I'm not late, am I? There was an absolutely delicious mommy looking at me, and I couldn't well rise out of her hands and tell her I had something to attend t--oh, my... The low, silken voice said. Aren't you just glowing with desire, though?

"A delicious...mommy?" Travis asked, looking at the enormous cups. For a moment he tried to imagine this beautiful form coming to life in the hands of a MILF busty enough to consider purchasing it. The voice in it giggled, and the sway of the cups afterward lasted long after the laughter stopped. There were clips on the sides that told him this wasn't any ordinary bra. It was...

Ooh, yes, you can address me as mommy, darling...it's only appropriate given my function. You're such a sweet thing. It was a maternity bra! Something primal made Travis lick his lips. Invisible as these incredible tits were, he could still hold their shape. He wanted to feel their weight every time they bounced in their lovely polka dot pattern. He's the one, isn't he?!

The last sentence clearly wasn't addressed to him.

"The one...what?"

The one we're going to lavish with our affections, the red bra said, bobbing toward him as he continued caressing the strapless black bra, still engaged with the salacious dance of the black yoga pants. That's all you need to worry about, cutie. The door was now closed behind the red bra, effectively dividing Travis and his strange new friends from the rest of the store. As the black pants pumped their ass against him, he found his own hips dancing back against their movements--his outline clear in his pants. The other two pairs of pants seemed to content to watch as they waited for their turn, but the bras weren't so patient.

Maybe the rest of us could have a chance before those potent hormones of his set him off, the plaid sports bra said. Travis's eyes lit up as it bounced over toward him, hovering next to the black bra he was groping. Without saying a word, Travis happily kept one hand massaging and gripping the black bra while his other hand drifted over the smooth microfiber, his thumb finding the ghostly nipple and playing with it. Ooh...that's more like it. The sports bra shimmied against his touch, and now Travis grabbed a palm full of microfiber tit as the bra's soft, high register voice let out a moan.

Travis couldn't help himself. Now he let go of the strapless black bra with his other hand, reaching behind the red double-D bra and pulling its band toward him. The red bra giggled as Travis shamelessly buried his face between its cups, nuzzling them.

Looks like someone's starting to get into it, the red bra said. Not to be outdone, the black strapless bra turned itself around once more, insinuating its own cups against the side of Travis his head, gently squeezing him between itself and the red bra. Travis guffawed, letting go of the plaid bra and gripping the hips of the yoga pants again, this time thrusting into them actively.

"This has gotta be a dream," Travis said, reaching around to the front of the yoga pants with one hand and playing his fingertips at their crotch. The pants seemed to quiver as Travis found a cleft in their soft mound, and the red bra spoke up again.

If you let up on your dance partner for a second, we can make even more of your dreams a lovely reality, it said. Travis didn't hesitate to let go of the black pants, which stepped forward when he did. They turned to face him as Travis felt a pop at his waist. Now the two bras retreated as well, and Travis looked down to see his pants opening up by themselves, the zipper of his jeans climbing down its track. He practically drooled at the thought of these ghostly entities undressing him, and it wasn't long before his pants were yanked down around his ankles.

"Oh yes, please yes…" Travis muttered, letting out a hyper little laugh as the waistband on his briefs began to pull away from him. In another moment, his underwear was magically pulled down, and his cock flopped out, standing at full attention.

Ooh, that's nice... said the plaid sports bra, hovering down toward his waist. It placed his tip between its cups, and the perky, palm-sized tits squeezed themselves together, momentarily wrapping him in microfiber. Oooooh, god--that's precum! I've got his precum on me! The sports bra squealed with delight.

"S-sorry," Travis said, misunderstanding, "I just--"

Shut up, you silly boy! The plaid sports bra laughed, pushing itself against the underside of his dick and bouncing up and down. That's not a bad thing, that's a great thing! Unnngh...he's going to have more than enough come for all of us. Someone else taste this stuff! The plaid bra backed away, and the huge pink cotton bra hovered in its place. Travis looked down at the bulging pink cups, squeezing their sides together as they came to rest on either side of his dick. the giant pink form pressed against him as he read the tag on the back of the band... DDDD.

"Ka-quadruple D?" Travis could barely manage to get the words out, his cock enrobed in haunted pink cotton. The bra let out a throaty laugh, rocking his dick back and forth as he happily squeezed the cups together even harder.

I prefer G, but I think some people just like the shape a letter 'D' makes, the bra answered. Travis his cock pumped on its own, letting out another precious beat of pre-come onto the pink cups. Oh my goodn--HE'S A VIRGIN! The voice proclaimed. Travis might have taken this proclamation badly if it was made by anything other than a gorgeous giant G-cupped bra, but he was too lost in the feeling of his manhood cradled between two ghostly tits.

The one would have to be, now wouldn't he? The unpadded green satin and lace bra said, approaching him at face level. If she gets the best part of you for the moment, at least give me your hands... it said. Travis nodded absently, looking at the gorgeous shape in this unpadded bra. He lifted his hands to it and examined the soft satin cups, noticing the nipples hardening immediately under his play. He moaned as the pink bra began to gently titfuck him, leaning into the green bra and tracing his lips against one of the soft satin cups. He almost swore he could smell the faint scent of perfume on it...as if it had been worn before.

"Someone...someone tried you on," He whispered to it.

Hmmm...you can tell that, can you? The bra asked. Travis nodded slightly as he traced his soft lips around the protruding nipple. The bra let out a moan.

"I can smell her on you," Travis said. "I can smell her perfume."

Th-these are her breasts, actually, the bra said, clearly lazing in their own ecstasy by the break in their voice. Do you like them?

"God, yes. I love them," Travis answered. "I love everything you're all showing me." He dared his tongue against one of the green nipples, and the bra cried out, shoving itself against his mouth.

Oh, fuck, lick me, Travis! Suck on me! The green bra shouted. By now, the pink bra was stroking him up and down with its cups, and it was big enough that Travis could practically balance his hips against it as they rocked in rhythm with its motion. Travis' fingers were curled around the band of the green bra, pulling down on it hungrily as he lapped the green satin, the fabric wet with his saliva. His other hand was clutching the other emerald colored breast, fondling it with abandon.

Oh, darlings... A voice dripping in honey said. Remember, we get his come first...so that we can engage in our other plans.

Without disengaging from the green bra, Travis looked to his left and right. The cream colored bra in scalloped lace was hovering on one side of him, while the polka-dot maternity bra with even bigger breasts than the G cups presently titfucking him hovered on the other.

You'd like to do mommy a big favor, wouldn't you? The enchanted maternity bra asked Travis. Because if you did, we could help you use your magic do even more exciting things...well beyond the walls of this dressing room.

"Muh...my magic?" Travis asked.