Arriving home

The torrent of clothes burst through Travis' front door and carried him forcefully to his room. They threw him into the wall and let him fall onto his bed while they immediately went to work replacing the contents of his closet and dresser.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He said, leaning forward and reaching out to stop them when two pairs of stockings tied his hands and feet to his bed.

"Making preparations for our new life, lovely" the voice of the red bra said, apparently the ring leader of this...outfit.

The animated clothing carelessly discard of Travis' personal clothes while they slipped themselves into their new residences.

"Whats all this?" He asked regarding to the restraints to his bed, while his outfit continued to massage his dick underneath.

"We can't have you going and finishing now, we have a life to live."

The frequent obsession with these clothes and stimulating him was beginning to make him delirious. He was almost there, the clothes sensed this and stopped.

"If you don't want me to finish, then why are you doing this to me?"

"We get our power from your arousel," the voice said, "if you...calm down, we lose power. If you finish, we lose power."

"If i finish..." Travis thought as a wig floated into the room and placed itself on his head. He looked at his reflection in the mirror across the room from him. The solution was obvious.

He began trusting his hips up and down on the bed, trying to absorb every friction on his dick to get him past the finish line and be free of these infernal living clothes that were doing this to him.

It was working...he could feel it...he was almost....th-

The gym leggings planted his ass firmly into the bed preventing him from thrusting further. Preventing him from finishing.

Travis screamed, "ah! You can't do this! I need release! Both from this and from you!"

Either from sympathy or from mockery, the red bra once again pushed her cups up to Travis face, not saying another word while the living outfits finished placing themselves where his clothes used to be.