cleaning up after school

The event at the store and the loneliness of the food court inclined John to take a hot shower to relax once he got home.

He dropped his backpack on the bathroom floor,, undressed and let the hot water wash his day away in a calm meditation.

While he disappeared into the hot, soothing waters, his backpack shifted in its balance and toppled over as backpacks commonly do.

What backpacks DON'T commonly do is unzip on their own. The now open container of his backpack gave way to red fabric emerging from it. The red satin panties crept quietly across the floor to just outside the tub in waiting.

John finished his shower and stepped out and put a towel around his waist while a piece of fabric clung onto his foot. He tried to shake it off but it only climbed higher.

Annoyed, he used his other foot to try to pull it off, but it appeared he had accidentally slipped it into an opening.

Further annoyance, but without concern he tried to wiggle his legs to cause the article to descend, but it only further ascended. He tried to use the original leg to pull it off the newly acquired leg- further ascension. He tried doing nothing-it ascended over his knees.

"What the?" He reached under the towel to try and pull it off but was stunned by the material as it continued climbing up his thighs.

The towel fell while he was in front of the mirror and he saw the pair of red satin panties from the store working their way up to his groin.

"WHAT THE....?" He tried pulling them down but they seemed stuck. No "stuck" wasn't the right word, because even with him using all his **** to push them down and take them off, the panties continued their ascent.

He tried pushing them down in strong bursts, "GET!" push, "OFF!" push, between each push they climbed a little higher. Until they had reached the near top of his thighs and he found himself having a vertical arm wrestling competition with a pair of women's undergarments- and losing.

He randomly remembered the guy from the store recommending he try sports and grimaced.

He watched with disbelief in the mirror as his face grew about as red as the panties trying to push them down as they finally made their way around his waist and locked there.

John gave a couple more pushes down and then gave up. He lost, they won. He'd go get the scissors and cut these crazy things off.

He picked his towel up and wrapped it around his waist to hide this crazy thing he found himself wearing in case family walked in.

He crept with shame across the house to approach the scissor drawer when he felt a strange and sudden arousal. He felt himself become uncontrollably aroused. He stopped for an indulgent moment, just in the hallway as he began to feel light headed. "W-whoa..."

He shook his head, "no, I gotta get these things off of me".

He held his towel out a little bit further to hide the...indication...of the previous experience.

Just as he was crossing past the living room, another burst of arousal added to what he was experiencing, causing his legs to buckle under him.

"Oh! Fffff- WOW!" The actuality of his circumstance disappeared amongst the experience. He ran his hands through his hair causing the towel to fall open.

Whatever it was that was working him, was working him hard as the world seemed to disappear in comparison to this. His hips thrust forward like the were possessed by some pleasure ghost as he climaxed.

When he finished, he fell back to the ground and subsequently passed out, the detail he was trying to hide exposed while he laid there out in the open.

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Shortly after he passed out, the panties he was wearing began to glow an ominous red as they reacted to his seed.

"Good," a woman's voice said. The seed returned from where it came, taking with it the spirit that had possessed the red satin panties