That night

Travis, of course, continued to complain at being tied up in his bed in this stupid outfit.

"We know this is new for you, so we're going to let that heated insult go. Why don't you try getting some sleep- we have a busy day tomorrow."

"Sleep WOULD be good if you would just leave me alone!" Travis complained.

It was true. Every time Travis would...calm down...the outfit would, again, stroke him up arousing him to no end.

"Dont worry about them," the red bra said, "do what you need to do and let them do what they need to do."

"They're doing 'what they need to do' TO ME!"

"You're just going to have to live with it," the red bra said, "now get to sleep."

After a couple more hours of arousal to no end, Travis did the impossible and got to sleep.

His mind floated away from this room, away from how he was dressed, and away from these infernal clothes.

He found himself in a different bedroom, one with that busty older lady from the store.

"Oh...there you are," she gave him a sly smile, "I was wondering when you would show up."

"You were expecting me?" He said in an attempted flirtatious tone.

"Oh yeah," she said, "I noticed you from the store. I knew by the way you looked at my tits and my ass that I had to have you. No one...has looked at my tits and ass the way you did. It was so sexy. If you looking at them excited me so much, I wondered what it would feel like if you touched them."

Travis couldn't contain himself, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than this woman.

"Lets go all the way," he said trying, again, to sound romantic but immediately realizing how stupid that was.

She still seemed into it as she grabbed his hands and brought them slowly to her tits.

The anticipation was unbearable.

Just as his hands were about to reach their destination...

"TRAVIS!" He heard all around him while the sports bra squeezed him violently, "WAKE UP!"

Travis, in a split second, fell from paradise to anguish as he was reacquainted with the clothes that were the bane of his existence.

"What is it?!" He moaned.

"You were having a wet dream" they said.

"Maybe id dream of something else if you'd just let me cool down! Dammit!"

"Dream about whatever you want," the voice said, "we just couldn't let you finish"

The startling of being so abruptly woke up cause Travis to "cool down". He fell back to sleep while the leggings sensually massaged him back to arousal.