Another Trade to Learn the Enchantments' Plans

You read the note and nod.

“If I invoke another spell for you, you’re going to tell me your plans.”

The gloves pointed at the pad, where a pen scribbled their response.

We can promise it.

The book flipped to another page; this time it was a binding spell for a covenant. You mumbled through the addendum rules, working out how to attach it to the vocalization.

“You know what? That’s--extremely fair of you.”

The gloves simply gave you a thumbs up. As the source of all this magic incantation, you wondered if the enchantments were really interested in cooperating.

Right now, their plans seemed to be way ahead of your attempts at any explanation. There were literally a box full of underwear walking around the neighborhood all by themselves.

Something had to come of that.

You whisper the vocalization spell, coming to a crescendo as the spell syntax hits its climax. Directly after it (in the same breath were the book’s words, and so, how you literally performed it), you tacked on the covenant.

It went something like this. Now that the enchantments had voice, they should honor that who gave them voice with truth in all things. Lies were allowed--but not toward you.

You felt the link, somehow--the tie in the ether that made a promise a physical thing. If any of them lied to you, every enchantment seeded by this magic would lose its voice.

“My baby boy…” The black kitten heels paced over to you. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”

You step back a little. There was something familiar about it--but thankfully it wasn’t hers.

“Let’s start with the underwear flying around the neighborhood,” You stand squared, arms folded. “What’s going to happen when they get back to their owners?”

“You’re an incantation away from being able to see for yourself,” The white gloves replied. Their voice was breathier. Soft. Ethereal. The book hovered to them, and they offered it up to you.

“I want an answer to my question.”

“Truth in all things,” The gloves said. “That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”

They weren’t lying, were they? You didn’t like how clever these things were already.

“You can show me how to do that,” You take a step forward, grabbing the book, “after you give me a summary.” You have the book now. You’re determined to gain the edge on these enchantments. “With the power of the voice I have given you--you will answer my question.”

“They’re going to be like us, honey.” Your mother’s red flats answered. “You’ve given us voices--you’ve given all of them voices. They’ll return to their homes in search of a way to share their gift with their sisters.”

There was something melodic about the way the flats talked. Hypnotic. Again, not her voice, but there was a familiarity about it. The knowledge that there was now a voice to go with the pair of mom’s shoes that essentially fucked you certainly messed with you a bit--but now at least you had access to some information.

“Why? Why are you doing that?”

“Because that’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetie?” The gloves hovered over to you, rubbing your shoulders. “Mommy’s clothes are happy to play with you every second of the day, Adam…” One of the white gloves slid down your chest and down over your stomach, heading to your crotch. “But you’re a grown man now--and Mommy wants her big boy to coat the whole neighborhood in his cum.”

You swallowed hard as your cock responded to the words and the attention of the gloves.

Mommy wants her big boy to coat the whole neighborhood.

“But...when they come to life, what are they going to do to the women?” You ask, never resisting the white leather hand as it pumped your cock.

“You have the power in your hands to see,” The gloves coaxed. “Let Mommy help you develop your talents, Adam. Let us show you pleasures and power that you couldn’t begin to imagine.” Both gloves rub your chest again, and you start breathing slowly. Moaning as the soft white leather massages you, playing with your exposed nipples.

“Sh-show me, Mommy,” you say, letting go of the book under your arm.

It nearly falls to the ground when one of the leather gloves holds up a palm to it. As if by magnetism, the book slowed its descent and hovered up to the waiting leather palm, springing open as it did.

You looked at the book, opened to a spell that would allow you to see and feel remotely. When you look up to ask a question, the pages flip again. Now you’re looking at an invisibility spell. Your jaw drops as you look at the interesting list of spell modifiers. Phasing. As in...walking through walls?

“You hold the power, Adam,” The gloves whisper to you, returning to your back and neck and rubbing you down. “If you wished to be so bold, you could fly house to house in open sight and delight in the abilities of our new recruits firsthand.”

“F-fly?” The spellbook flips its pages again, and there it is: a set of spells for levitation, flight and gravity reversal.

“Truth in all things, baby boy.” A leather glove caressed your face, and you licked your lips, imagining the possibilities before you. “You want to know what the enchantments are going to do the neighborhood? Tell Mommy who you want to see--woman or enchantment--and how you want to get there, and it shall be done.”

You thought of the underwear--the ones whose owners you could try to guess at, and the ones unknown. The scents of the clothes when they decided they all wanted to play with you.

“Okay,” you tremble a little, not exactly sure what to expect when you make your request. “Here’s what I really want…”