Travis tries his best to resist, and the counters with an ultimatum

He was lost in sensation--satin and weightlessness, lipstick and honey, his underwear continuing to work him up...until it all snapped back once more. The caged instinct took hold after his moment of powerlessness, however blissful.

He opened his eyes, looked down at the empty bra straps through the space where a head and shoulders should be...and pulled away once more, craning his head.

He struggled against the clothes again, pulling in his lips and clamping them with his teeth--just shy of enough **** to cause him pain.

“You. Are. Ridiculous!” The bra squeezed against him, the shiny crimson lips vaguely scowling in speech. “How DARE you tease me...invite me to please you, then reject all my advances!” It was just a twist of anger, but even that was setting him off now. Travis’ cock jumped again, pulsing volume into itself as he released his lips and gasped.

He looked down again as the black dress slacks began to rub their rear against Travis’s crotch. Instead of falling in line as he’d hoped, now Travis’ belt sailed behind him, flailing once more.

“Now, little boy--” The lips whispered. “You can keep being a little boy, and be punished like one...” The belt cracked as Travis’ pants stirred and unbuttoned. (An aisle aside, a woman looked up in the direction of the dressing rooms for a moment, then shrugged it off again, combing through clearance.) “...or you can stop all this silliness and follow those naughty, naughty thoughts of yours.”

The black slacks’ derriere and legs inflated further while the red frilly silk panties flew into the tightening hips. Travis’ pants unzipped and began tugging their way off of him as the panties swelled to meet the curves of the slacks. Travis’ pants slid off of him with little resistance as he gazed down the hips in awe, looking at the unreal sight of the empty slacks. At the junction of the panties, he swore he could see the slightest outline of labia.

When his jeans were clear of his body, the slacks began rocking against him.

Soft! So, so soft... Travis thought as he gently rocked against the booty of the slacks.

“That’s just the beginning, darling,” the voice whispered. “Now are you more of a breast man--or an ass man?” As the slacks turned around, the bulging red bra hovered over them, coordinating as if a single body occupied them both. Travis’ tee rippled on him, as he watched the white blouse swoop over the bra, struggling to button itself over the bouncing satiny tits. “C’mere, honey.” Just before the sleeves of the white blouse wrapped around Travis’s body, his t-shirt flew up over his head, pulling slowly over the thick thigh socks still holding his arms.

Now the blouse was rubbing its soft bouncing tits directly against his chest. Travis let out a little moan as a sleeve reached up and pressed his head into the cleavage. It was **** to pop open; he could see the empty space between the buttons. Still, the sensation against the fabric was the perfect tactile illusion of the body of the woman he daydreamed about earlier.

The voluptuous control briefs seemed to absorb all the spit on them; they looked completely dry. Travis hadn’t noticed until they began buzzing around him.

“Just give in, Travis. Just think--all the tit and ass that you can stand!” The Entity cooed. As Travis was about to respond, the cream shapewear bounced the cleft of its ass against his face. “Now lick. Make me wet again…” The shapewear purred.

No...this is all so crazy, Travis thought. I’ve know I’ve seen this before--you’re all gonna drop to the ground and make me look crazy! Maybe I am crazy.

He considered it. It didn’t feel like a dream, so maybe his mind simply broke. If that was the case--didn’t he have to try to fight the delusion?

You’ll...you’ll have to break me!

It was his cry of defiance, but Travis knew he was wrong as soon as he heard the Entity laugh.

“Oh, Travis, you’ve got me all wrong, baby. You’ve got us all wrong. We’re not going anywhere.” The lips smiled as Travis felt his jockey briefs tighten around him. “You don’t know what I am. You have no idea where I came from…” The handjob was getting more solid, and now the fabric at his ass was gathering in a wedgie. “But the fact is, I know how to break you better than anyone.”

The outfit turned around again and bent over. The slacks adjusted themselves, bouncing against the underside of his growing erection.

“I’m going to make you a deal, my cream-filled love.” That voice of amber treacle, pouring all over him. He had no idea how to handle the situation. Who in their right mind would have a contingency for flirtatious clothing? Travis gasped as his jockeys opened wide, exposing his dick, which was now standing at attention.

“If you cum, then you’re walking out of the store with a sexy woman’s figure wrapped around you.”

What did that mean?

His underwear pulled themselves off entirely, and only now did he see his shirt and jeans behind him, inflating just like the socks and shoes.

“If you somehow don’t cum after ten minutes, then you walk out with your own figure--but you’ll still be wearing this outfit.”

The slacks spread their ass, pressing into Travis’ upright cock and squeezing his member between their cheeks.

“Th-that’s not fair…” Travis said, almost whining it.

“Life and lust are never fair,” The entity answered. “But you’re not going to look crazy--I promise.”

No, you won’t look crazy at all, The entity sang inaudibly to Travis. Your world, though...

Outside the changing rooms, an invisible shockwave came over the parts of the store nearest to Travis. It didn’t seem to go beyond the women’s clothing department, but all the clothing that the shockwave hit seemed to shudder, regardless of whether the clothes were worn or not.

A few women in different places of the section were surprised when they felt a strange draft or a touch, but forgot about the sensation rather quickly when visual inspection turned up nothing. No one seemed to notice all the swaying coming from the clothing that was hung up or suspended.

As Travis was molested and aroused, powerless to resist his captivity, the various clothing in the department began to grow smarter and stronger. The clerks and the other women in the section once again felt their panties begin to twitch, but they all passed it off as ill-situated underwear or off-center cuts in the polo pants.

They had no idea their fates were subtly tied to a guy trapped in a fitting room.