Out to the Gym

The door to the locker room opened itself as I sailed back out to the gym. Outside, the place was in chaos. There was a guy rolled up in yoga mats being stomped and toyed with by sneakers. There was a woman clinging to a weight bench as it flew around the gym, up near the ceilings. Another guy was laying down on a bench, tied to it with jumpropes and cables while a pair of yoga pants sat on his face. One was clinging to a pull-up bar, being pulled toward the ceiling by what I had to imagine was his own clothes, revolting against him.

One of the staffers was bent over the counter, shorts and panties around her ankles. A black latex glove was clamping her wrists together as another spanked her ass. Instead of crying out, she was cooing, her eyes rolling back as she absorbed the blows, rolling her hips.

I sailed through the main gym, taking all of this in as I realized that I was headed into one of the studio rooms on the side. Even what I saw in the gym didn't prepare me for what I saw here...

A yoga class--all of them women--were hovering in the air, moaning and panting as their outfits worked them over. A woman at the head of the room, who I assumed to be the instructor, was seated on a hovering peanut-shaped yoga ball, humping against it and crying out in joy.

"Yes--yes...oh, goddess, bring us your wisdom and your guidance as we share in your miracles...ungh..." Her sports bra tore itself off as her students either watched or writhed in the air along with her. I could see stretch pants groping thighs and asses, sports bras and crop tops either jiggling tits or flying freely around the room, and every last woman participating in this cult-like behavior. A couple of the topless ones were happily playing with their own tits, suspended magically in the air, or atop levitating yoga mats hovering like foam magic carpets. A couple of the women rode yoga balls, either fully-suspended from the ground, or bouncing against the matted floor and lifting them into the air.

When I flew into the door, I got to the center of the room before the instructor opened her eyes and took note of me. She looked me up and down, dressed in my enchanted attire and trying hard not to wear a shit-eating grin while I took in all this amazing feminine surrender. These women weren't all tens, by any means--but that didn't matter to my cock. They were all at peace enough with this absolute insanity that half of them were busy pleasing themselves, while the other half went with the trajectory that either their clothes or other objects placed them on.

I wondered for a second if the woman I encountered had given these women a message like she gave me. Of everyone in the gym experiencing this reality-breaking phenomena, this group was the most coherently accepting of it.

"We accept your gift, goddess..." The instructor said, sexual fire in her eyes as she bounced her hips against the gravity-defying inflatable. "Oh, please, let him serve us as we serve you...oooh!" She lifted off of the peanut-shaped yoga ball, and it sailed toward me as I noticed the absolutely soaked spot on her pants. She stretched her body in the air as her yoga pants peeled themselves off--her panties coming right with them.

I'd already seen a lot of things today, but in every other instance there were objects dominating us. I was held aloft by this mystery pressure in the outfit, others in the gym were being flown about or fucked with by their clothes or gym equipment--but now this woman was floating--hovering in the air, totally nude.

And while her class was full of different body types, plenty of them pretty visually-pleasing, this instructor was fit. I watched every second of her liberation from gravity until the ball she was riding flew right in front of my face, the center point where she was sitting smearing against my nose.

My cock--already perked from the attention of these enchanted clothes--pulsed harder. I could smell her pussy as the peanut ball pressed against me, eventually moving down and sliding between my legs as the glossy black wetlook yoga-pants I was **** to wear rested on it. The instructor's outfit took shape as it sailed toward the ground, and her own hollow pants bounced onto a spare yoga ball and out to the main gym as I drifted toward her.

"Worship," she said, looking in my eyes. "Worship my cunt, and please the goddess in me as we praise her for this miracle." She hovered higher, and the hovering ball brought me toward her body, placing my head squarely between her legs.

"Amen," I whispered as my lips went between her legs. I reached up to grab her floating, tensing ass with both hands as she pushed her hips against me. The scent of her sweat and her pussy drove my cock to a steel tension, and even I started praying in my head to the goddess the rest of them were crying out to. I needed to come--and somewhere in me, I had an idea that the woman who set this in motion was watching...being entertained in some way by every one of us reacting to this supernatural unreality.