Callie's clothes make her ingest a vial of Manacite dissolved in a glass of water

The paintbrush flew back into the kitchen after painting up Callie’s outfit. Her run came to a dead stop as her clothes coaxed her back toward the kitchen.

“Callie what are you doing, get out of here!” You exclaimed as you see your friend walking toward you in a rigid motion.

“James, I’m scared!!! Please tell me what’s going on!!!”, Callie yelled. Completely in the nude, you stand to your feet but before you can get to Callie your belt binds your ankles, sending you sailing to the floor. “Stay away from the sink”, you say with your face to the floor.

“I can’t help it!!! My jeans, they’re forcing me to walk somehow!!!” Callie stopped at the sink when suddenly you witness a glass float from the cupboard and fill itself with water from the sink. The glass tipped itself toward her mouth as she struggled against her renegade clothes. She tried with all her might to lift her hands to push the glass away, but her denim jacket held her arms at her sides. You attempt to crawl across the floor like an inch-worm to assist Callie but the cabinet door swings open and blocks your path. Callie forces her mouth closed as the glass attempts to part her lips and turns her head away.

“STOP IT!!!” she yells.

Then you see the pink rubber gloves grab hold of Callie’s face. One glove grabs her nose while the other slips two fingers into her mouth, prying her mouth open for the glass. She gags and coughs as the glass empties it’s contents down her throat.

“Leave her alone, stop this please”, you say as the cabinet door shuts in time for you to see Callie turn around and face you with the look of deathly fear in her eyes. Her arms rise to allow her jacket to fly off of her, and her pink tee-shirt follows. Her tennis shoes unlace themselves and her feet lift up, one at a time to allow them to slide off along with her white socks. Her skinny jeans unbutton and unzip, shimmying down her legs as she steps out of them. You feel guilty but you watch in dumbstruck awe as Callie is stripped in front of you. No one knew, but you secretly had a crush on her since high school and she was about to be in full display for you to see. Her red lace bra unsnaps and flies off revealing her natural C cup breasts. Her eyes are dead locked on you as your dick springs to attention.

“James, I can’t move! My body…something’s controlling me!”, Callie stammered as her red lace panties slowly slide down her legs, as if purposely attempting to tease you as they reveal her shaven, virgin pussy to you. She steps out of her panties and flings them up in the air as they fill out to float with the rest of her clothes. She seductively puts her hand on her hip, but in her eyes you know something wasn’t right.

“James, please help me, my body is moving on it’s own,” she pleas as she walks toward you, swaying her hips. You flip over on your back and brace yourself on your hands as she comes toward you. She slides her off her red hairband and shakes her head, freeing her beautiful, golden blonde hair. You didn’t know what to think. Your day started off normal with a few chores, and now thanks to manacite, your chores are doing themselves and you’re about to be fucked by the girl of your dreams. As much as your hormones told you to stay put, you cared for Callie and didn’t want it to happen this way. You start to scoot backward but she lunges forward and grabs your foot, pulling you back with super-human strength. As she prepares to mount you notice that she is dry.

You yell, “If you’re gonna make us fuck, at least give us some lube or something!”. The gloves give another thumbs up.

Me and my big mouth, you thought as the gloves left the room. Callie stood still on all fours awaiting the gloves return.

“You fucking pervert, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She scolded you.

“What else was I supposed to say? If you can think of a way to stop this, by all means!” You said, trying to defend yourself. The gloves returned with a bottle of Astroglide. One glove squirts the entire contents of the bottle inside the other glove.

“Holy shit”, you muttered as the glove grabs another vial of manacite and pours it in with the lube. Callie’s leg hikes up and the glove squeezes the entire contents into her pussy. She shrieks as the cold gel fills her, but what happens next is nothing short of incredible. She hovers over your dick and her pussy kisses the tip, like a mouth getting ready to suck you off. Her pussy sucks in your dick just at the tip and her labia begins to massage just the head of your dick. Callie stared in dumbstruck silence at her now living cunt as it kissed and slurped your cock like the mouth of a slut. Her hips lower her further and begin to rotate in rhythm to the vaginal sucking. Your eyes are about to go to the back of your head as you begin to cum, and notice in your peripheral vision that the gloves are holding a mop bucket full of water and leave the kitchen.