The clerk's own outfit revolts and joins the fun!

The clerk, Clara, felt someone stroke her thighs. She leapt backwards a few steps and looked around. Seeing no one was around her, she was briefly confused for a few moments until she heard the boy’s muffled shouts for help. Clara began to head towards the boy to try and take him out of the flock of floating clothes, but she was **** to stop after a few steps.

All she could move was any part of her body that wasn’t covered by her work clothes. The polo clothes might as well have been made out of steel with how much she could move.

“What’s go-Ah!” she cried out when she felt her nipples briefly being twisted sharply. Her next surprise was her being lifted a few inches before she was tilted forward enough that her rear was in the air. “Someone, help!”

In a brief moment of panic, she hit her thighs with her fists. That proved to be a big mistake. Either the polo shirt or her bra tweaked her again and her panties punished her by giving her a wedgie too.

The click-clacking sound of shoes caught her attention. She looked around and was horrified to see that just like the boy, she was surrounded by clothes. Unlike the boy, it wasn’t just bras, lingerie and nightgowns, she was also surrounded by panties, skirts, pants, shirts, socks, and shoes.

"He wants you to model us for him," Came a voice from a red cotton sweater. It seemed to be worn by an invisible woman with a large chest.

"We’ve decided you’re going to oblige him!" some blue denim pants cheered as they waved their generously large butt at her.

"And Travis will get to judge which of us looks best on you!" A hovering pair of pink frilly panties cooed a few inches above Clara’s head.

“Who’s Travis?” Clara asked, trying to come to grips with hearing voices coming from animated clothing.

"The little boy being held for all the cute bras to feel him up!" Some socks said before they flew up and began to rub Clara’s crotch with their toes.

“Unggh...stop it right-” Clara said before some panties threw themselves into her mouth to gag her. Clara’s clothes then began to make her float over to Travis.

Travis was momentarily pleased when the bras left his head… Right up until his face was smothered by a red polo shirt.

Dammit, now the shirts are on me! Travis thought until he realized that this shirt felt oddly warm… and that he could feel a bra and a set of nipples under the shirt.

"Ah, you found out that we got the clerk’s clothes to help keep her quiet. How’s her boobs?" The Entity cheerfully asked

Travis yelled out in a muffled tone, “Leave us alone!”

"Nope, we’re gonna have so much fun with you both!" Both Travis and Clara shuddered, as both of them had heard the entity’s voice.