Ask what she meant by 'doll' you up...

“So when you said you were going to doll me up...” The witch hovering in front of me turned to face me, continuing to sail down the main aisle without any visible effort on her part.

“You almost seem excited by the idea.” I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage in the tight basque, spilling out over the top. The leather gloves seemed to know it, and stroked and tugged on me even harder, making my member stand on end. She drifted closer, looking down at my body. “I wonder what kind of look would suit that shape...”

“S--satin...” I muttered, not even meaning to. I found myself staring at her skirt. “And leather. Satin and leather.” She let out a pleased giggle, biting her lip.

“You do have the legs for a skirt. Has anyone ever told you that?” I just shook my head. “Well, I think your suggestion is splendid. I believe our new recruit--that employee friend of yours--is going to need an assistant. Are you up for that?” She puckered her lips at me, talking down to me like a child...or a pet. Her hand went under my chin, stroking it softly. I simply nodded. Between the gloves at my cock and the possibility of her lips around it again later, I had no intention of saying no to this woman. “That’s my little sissy. We’re gonna make you gorgeous.”

In the middle of sleepwear she pointed her fingers at a few of the racks, sending sets of satin pajamas, boyshorts and camisoles flying off the racks and display islands. A guy that had apparently been hiding behind one of the displays made a break for it, realizing all too late that the animated clothing jumping to life didn’t exactly have to outrun him.

“Yahhhhh!” A satin sleeve coiled around his wrist, its billowing form temporarily losing the emulated shape of a jointed elbow and constricting around his arm instead. “What--what the fuck’s going omm--?!” A pair of satin boyshorts balled up and stuffed themselves into his mouth, gagging him.

“But before we head over to formalwear--let’s see if we can’t calm this one down and put him in something a bit more comfortable.” The satin pajama sleeve coiled around him pulled him into the main aisle, despite using all his weight to throw himself in the other direction. A pair of shiny pink pajama bottoms leapt into the air and wrapped their bulging legs around his face, burying him in soft satin and sending him tumbling to the ground. Now with an arm held to his side and the other trying desperately to peel the ballooning satin thighs and butt from around his head, his own pants popped open. His shoes slipped right off and wandered happily down the aisle, followed by the legs of his jeans, slipping off him ankles first.

The waist of his tee pulled up over his chest, stopped by the satiny legs straddling his head. They rose off the floor, carrying him right up with them. The pajama top released its grip around his arm, and now he was hovering in the main aisle in his plaid boxers and his half-escaping t-shirt, his own arms wrapped around the legs of the pajama pants as his muted but exasperated voice continued spouting muffled exclamations into the satin crotch.

The top hovered down in front of his waist, raising its sleeves to the sides of his boxer shorts and pulling them off in one swift motion. Instead of dropping to the ground, the boxers puffed to life and sailed over to a couple pairs of satin boyshorts, which welcomed the new lively garment by grinding against them.

I watched this weird show, distracted by it until a pair of panties drifted the other direction, coming from the lingerie department. They were huge--certainly from the women’s department--boasting bouncy, full-coverage cheeks as they made their way to the floating target now kicking his legs.

The pajama top sailed down to his feet, wrapping his ankles in a soft bear hug and keeping them still enough for the white lacy panties to slip over them. Now both halves of the satin pajamas let go at the same time, dropping the poor guy and letting him slide into the panties with nothing more than the **** of gravity doing its job.

He never hit the ground, though. After his t-shirt was able to pull itself over his neck and drift away, he looked down in shock, still gagged by satin. He looked down into his new panties, seeing the shape of a full-figured woman inside them--even though that shape wasn’t being filled by him. His cock was pressed flush against his stomach by unseen ****, its skin being stroked up and down as if by magic. He looked at his midsection with aroused but terrified awe, reaching down to investigate exactly how this was happening.

The pajama pants took this as the perfect moment to dive under him and slide up his legs, and now his eyes rolled back as the smooth pants pulled up over his thighs and the eerily filled panties. The fabric expanded out to insane proportions, filling like a satin balloon as his hand reached down to the crotch of the pajama pants and glided over its tight surface.

The pajama top unbuttoned and positioned itself behind him, and I watched as his exploring hands were momentarily pulled back to allow the satin sleeves to shimmy up his arms. The satin crawled over his shoulders as the buttons came together again, and as the top began billowing to shape, I found myself looking at a strange and wonderful contradiction that I wasn’t sure how to react to.

“There now--isn’t that all snuggly and comfortable?” My sorceress sponsor asked him, drifting over as I watched the guy react to his new shape. Or the shape of his new satiny restraints, I should say. He raised his sleeves, looking at the tight overflowing fabric around his arms and shoulders, then put his hands over the enormously filled satin orbs at his chest. He squeezed the billowy shapes, apparently unable to resist the temptation.

The gag still in his mouth, he simply looked up at the full-figured witch in awe.

“And you’ve got a booty to match,” she said, slapping the ass of the pajama pants. He looked over his shoulder to see that she wasn’t kidding--every inch of the pajama set was filled to cartoony voluptuousness. Reaching his hands behind him, he grabbed at the squishy butt of the pants to realize that he couldn’t feel his own grip through the fabric. He looked up at her again, cocking his head. “I bet I know what you’re thinking--but don’t worry. They’ll know how to show you a good time.”

The witch swept her hands over his satiny breasts, and suddenly he made a surprised noise again behind his gag. Beneath his exaggerated glossy shell, he felt invisible fingers tweaking his nipples and running over his stomach and collarbones, even though no motion was evident in the pajama top itself.

He tried to stop the grabby invisible intruders by grabbing at his chest, finding his fingers unable to penetrate deep enough into the pillowy satin mounds to reach his skin. The witch laughed at his futile effort, grabbing the puffing cameltoe at his crotch next. Now the sensation of an unseen pussy slid down over the tip of his cock, encasing him in tight invisible ****.

Ethereal hands began kneading his ass and playing over his thighs, and now his face twisted frantically as he grabbed his satin hips, ass, and legs, unable to effect the sensations jumping all over his body. As he appeared to feel up his own ghostly curves, the outfit leaned him back into a a reclining position as the magical **** around his cock started to manipulate him with a facsimile of wonderfully plump unseen lips. Crossing his arms over his chest again, he shuddered pleasure as he grabbed the pajama top's inflated tits. His head titled back as he let out a moan, crying out his surrender to the magic outfit surrounding him. As the outfit sailed away from the witch and back over the displays toward the other clothes, his eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. The muted sounds he made now were more indicative of ecstasy than panic...

“There now, enough of that,” she said to me. “I’ve gotten much too distracted from my task. Still as enthusiastic, are you?” I gave her a slow nod, not wanting to encourage her too much. She didn’t appear to need it. "I imagine our friends downstairs have had their attitudes properly adjusted, so what's say we take you down to the makeup counter?"