If not, maybe the notebook can help tweak her a little

"Lydia!" Felicia's roommate was cackling as she hovered around the room, happily riding the mate of the leather boot Felicia found herself atop. "Lydia, tell them to stop!" Felicia shouted as she tried to pull the lacquer boots away from her chest. Lydia moaned through gritted teeth as she rode against the boot, panting as she responded...though not to Felicia herself.

She didn't exactly want to just make Felicia accept this like some kind of automaton, but she didn't want to traumatize her, either. She had the perfect idea.

"I wish...I wish you weren't so freaked out by this, Felicia!" Lydia grinned. The pen and notebook had set themselves on an endtable, and after her carefully phrased response to her roommate, the pen scribbled away. Felicia's demeanor didn't immediately change too noticeably--but her tone softened a little, becoming more sarcastic than panicky.

"You're kidding, right?" Felicia asked. "Lydia, your boots are...ungh...they're sucking on my tits!" Lydia nodded at her, licking her lips. "There are things just--moving around on their own! We're both riding flying boots."

"I know," Lydia said, letting her eyes close as her thighs clinched the boot. "Isn't it amazing?"

"Lydia," Felicia gasped, feeling the boot pushing against her crotch. "Are you going to explain how is this happening? Why is our stuff moving around on its own?" She wasn't exactly freaking out anymore, but Lydia didn't really wish for her to stop being curious. “Ungggh...and why won’t your boots leave my tits alone?”

“Why don’t you just enjoy it?” Lydia said. “It’s magic!” Lydia started laughing again, bucking against the black leather boot and riding over the couch in the common room as every other pair of footwear in the suite danced around them.

“Magic…doesn’t exist, Lydia!” Felicia said, gasping. “Oh, gawd…” Felicia leaned into the boots, her eyes rolling back as the lacquer shafts inflated and deflated, working her tits as if she was being milked.

“Well then explain this,” Lydia grinned. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“It’s...listen, I’m not gonna lie--” Felicia sighed. “It’s very...uh, sensual,” She giggled, turning a little red, “But I don’t get how it’s happening! And why...boots? And how are they coming to life?” She looked over at her discarded shirt and bra, both hovering on the other side of the common room and filled out to her shape. “How did you come across ‘magic’?” Felicia asked.

“I want to see you come on my boot, and maybe I’ll share my secrets with you,” Lydia said, narrowing her eyes at Felicia. Her roommate responded with a frustrated look, then moaned when the lacquer boots squeezed the ends of their shafts, deforming her tits and pushing them together.

“Unghhh...Lydia…” Felicia thrust her hips against the black leather boot between her legs now. She looked down at it, knowing what Lydia said was true. There was no other explanation--this was magic.

She could see down into the darkness of the leather shaft, filled with nothing and keeping her suspended over the floor. She let go of the lacquer boots, letting them do their thing as she reached down and squeezed the black leather shaft. It gave a little bit--as if it were inflated--but the puffed out to the capacity of the shaft again when she let go. The ankle and toe beneath her flexed, making her squirm against it. She could feel herself wet against her panties now.

“I’d probably come faster if this thing was pushing right against my clit,” Felicia said, shrugging a little. She felt a little mousey, like she was asking Lydia to make it happen for her. “This is so fucking weird,” She said, pulling herself back--pushing against the leather boot shaft with both of her hands. The lacquer boots moved right with her, holding the ends of their shafts on her tits as she whined a little. “Lydia--these things--can they give a rest while I get my pants off?”

“Mmm...let me handle that,” Lydia grinned. “I want Felicia...to be as naked as I am…” Lydia growled, humping against her flying boot without any shame. She watched her roommate carefully, and Felicia shouted again as she felt herself lifted off of the leather boot and straight into the air. Her yoga pants began peeling off of her.

“Uh...whoa…” Felicia looked down at her roommate, who was watching her carefully. She clamped her hands over the tops of the red lacquer shafts, just below where they were still gripping her tits. “Lydia, are you making me...fly?” Lydia licked her lips, nodding. “You--you have command over all of this?” Lydia’s sneakers pulled themselves off her feet without even untying, and her socks came next--pulling away from her from their toes, and slightly inflating at both ankles to allow them to slide off.

“Well, some of it seemed to be the magic’s idea,” Lydia admitted, “But yeah--I started it. We’re gonna have all kinds of fun together, Felicia,” Lydia said. “Starting with you coming on my leather boot.”

Felicia’s yoga pants filled out to her shape, joining her other clothes on the couch. Instead of hovering, though--the pants went ahead and sat on it. She winced a little as her moistened panties pulled away from her cunt, rolling down her legs. Lydia got a good look at her dripping sex. Turned on by seeing her hot roommate in this **** state, Lydia decided she wanted to get naughtier.

“Bring those panties to me,” Lydia said. “I want to smell them.” Felicia’s eyes went wide as her roommate spouted the words.

“Lydia--!” Felicia hovered in the air until the leather shaft replaced itself between her legs, making her jump a little as the cool, shining darkness met her thighs. She immediately made a wet streak across the boot as it moved against her, and she moaned as it angled itself to turn up and push against her clit. “Lyd--ungggh…” She ran her hands up the smooth lacquer shafts, watching the living, plasticy material manipulate and arouse her.

She couldn’t believe any of this. Magic. Levitation. Things moving on their own like special effects from some fantasy movie. Her own roommate getting nasty with her--telling her to come on her boots.

Boots. Felicia was going to come for magically animated boots. She could feel it. She squeezed her legs together, wrapping her thighs tighter around the leather shaft and feeling it bulge back against her. She was embracing this unreality now. It was...obviously the strangest thing that had ever piqued her arousal, but Lydia was right--it was magic.

Lydia was obviously totally sold on the prospect. Felicia watched her panties bob through the air, filling out as if her hips were still inside them. When they approached Lydia, she leaned into the damp junction at their base, breathing in her roommate’s scent and rising higher as she bucked harder.

“Mmm…” Lydia moaned, humping her boot harder now. It began bouncing up and down with her action, its rhythm becoming more pronounced as Lydia’s own arousal skyrocketed from the scent of her roommate’s sex. “Oh, fuck, Felicia, I never imagined you like this…” Lydia said, nuzzling the empty dark red panties and licking them. Felicia just watched her roomie--rolling with the magic and not being shy about the sounds she was making.

“Lydia,” Felicia panted, “What if--someone hears us?” Felicia looked to the door, and Lydia started laughing.

“Would that...get you off?” Lydia asked her between licks. “I wish Felicia’s crush could see her coming on my leather boot,” Lydia said, wondering how the request would play out. “Besides, don’t worry, I made the room soundproof.” Felicia noticed movement on Lydia’s endtable again, and as the boot’s leather played against her clit, she noticed that the notebook had lifted off of the surface again, holding itself open again as the pen began writing in it. It stopped nearly as soon as it started, and Felicia’s pants stood up off the couch, approaching her.

“What do you mean you made it soundproof?” Felicia asked, looking back at the notebook. “Is that thing…” Felicia considered the notebook before she watched something rise out of her jeans’ pocket--and Felicia immediately knew what was happening. “Lydia--Lydia, Lydia--what’s it doing with my phone?” Felicia just watched it, pointing at her. Lydia looked over at it, able to see the screen since the camera was facing toward Felicia.

“It looks like...it’s gonna facetime someone,” Lydia said grinning. “What’s your crush’s name?” Felicia looked worried.

“What--mmm--no!” Felicia said, her face turning bright red. “Lydia, tell it to stop!” Lydia went on riding against her boot hard, happy to wail away as she approached orgasm. “Lydia--Lydia!” Felicia saw the light turn on. She almost made an attempt to jump off the boot, but as soon as she loosened her grip, it started sailing forward. “Uhhh...hey!” She wrapped herself around the boot again as it began sailing around the room. Lydia’s own boot moved in the same circular flow, following behind, and soon the two were doing a circuit around the common area. Felicia’s phone kept itself pointed at her as the app connected.

A voice came through on speakerphone. “Heya Fay, I was just about to…” The voice went silent, but Felicia could tell it was still connected. “Fuh--Felicia?” She looked over at the phone, trying to turn the exposed side of her away from the lens--but the lacquer boots and her own balance wouldn’t really allow for it.

“Kyle! Kyle, just--just hang up! I can’t…unghhh…” The shaft almost seemed to vibrate beneath her as her tits were manipulated more aggressively. She hugged the leather hard, crying out to Lydia. “Lydia, tell it to...ugh...tell it to…”

“Make her come!” Lydia said. “Make us both come now!” Felicia looked at Lydia, who was burying her face in Felicia’s own panties. Lydia was grabbing her own tit, pulling on the top of the boot shaft like the lead of a rein strap as she rode hard against the vamp of her leather boot.

“Holy shit, Felicia--that’s...how are you doing that?” Kyle asked. She had no way of knowing, but on his end, Kyle had started a screen recording of the unreal scene. “That’s...that’s fucking hot, Felicia!” Kyle said. “Is this like...uh...a greenscreen or something?!”

Felicia was lost in sensation--barely hearing his words now as she became subject to Lydia’s wish. She was awash in sensation as Lydia’s lacquer boots played with her tits while the leather vamp vibrated against her pussy. Embarrassing as it was for Kyle to be watching this impossible display, his reaction to it only turned her on more, and she wondered what other secret pleasures Lydia’s newfound magic could show them.

“Oh, god...I’m gonna--I’m gonna come,” Felicia cried out. Lydia joined her, giggling as she rode closer to the girl. The two of them rode across from each other now as Kyle watched on his phone, wide-eyed and wondering how Felicia and her roommate had the know-how to make this kind of production. It took all of his willpower to not unzip and pull out his tented cock while he watched the two girls engaging in some kind of bizarre boot-fetish play.

Stranger still were a hovering pair of panties, dancing between the two girls, and what looked like an empty set of clothes in the background, hovering over a couch. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

“Fuck, fuck....oh, god!” Felicia cried out, rising and dropping opposite Lydia as the two rode Lydia’s leather boots, bucking across from each other like a see-saw.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes....come!” Lydia commanded, her arms wrapped around the wiggling empty leather shaft between her breasts. Both girls’ pussies slicked the leather beneath them as the moaning subsided--and having fulfilled Lydia’s commands--Felicia’s phone hung up on Kyle and Lydia’s boots slowly ceased their bucking and bouncing, leaving both the girls to hover in midair.

Lydia’s red lacquer boots released Felicia’s tits, descending back to the ground, staying filled out like someone was wearing them. Felicia took a couple deep breaths, looking at Lydia, who was simply smiling at her, as if she was waiting for her to speak. Her own underwear was bobbing next to her roommate, facing her like it was some living thing.

“Lydia…” Felicia licked her lips. “You planned that, didn’t you?” Lydia shrugged, leaning against her boot and making it carry her over the couch.

“Um...well, I didn’t, really. I mean, I started playing with this magic, and it was so insane that I had to show someone else. Once you were here, though...I dunno. I just kind of went with it.” Lydia’s boot hovered down, and she released it. She looked over at Felicia, and the leather boot between her legs hovered over the other side of the couch, putting her down as well. Felicia’s clothes were still filled out, sitting next to her.

“Kyle watched that!” Felicia realized. “He saw that happen, Lydia!” Felicia looked at her possessed clothes nervously, poking at the back of her shirt.

“Seems like he liked it,” Lydia said. Just when she said it, they heard Felicia’s phone vibrate. Felicia noticed the thing still hovering in midair, and when Lydia nodded at it, it floated over to Felicia. “And speaking of Kyle…”

It was him, calling Felicia. She looked at the hovering phone, ignoring the call for now as she looked back at the notebook on Lydia’s endtable.

“Lydia...did you just--um--send my phone over here?” Felicia asked. Lydia nodded, snapping her fingers. Felicia watched as her clothes in the room collapsed to a flattened state, folding themselves and placing the neat pile on the coffee table. Lydia’s boots paced to the side of the room, both pairs standing next to each other as the rest of their footwear went back into their bedroom.

“I, uh...gave myself a few talents with the magic,” Lydia smiled. “Speaking of which...I think I need a drink. You want something?” Lydia asked her.

“Um...maybe to get dressed?” Felicia said. “And like...a long talk about this ‘magic’ of yours, so I can at least make sense of what’s happening?”

“Sure,” Lydia shrugged. “But to drink. You want anything to drink?” Felicia blinked, shrugging.

“I dunno. You mean like a cola or something?” Lydia beamed at her.

“I wish Felicia was already dressed in her favorite outfit,” Lydia said. In a flash, one of Felicia’s black tees and a pair of her skinny jeans appeared on her, making her suck air and as she looked down at herself. She could feel that her most comfortable bra and a familiar pair of panties were beneath them.

“H--holy sh--”

“I wish there were two ice cold colas on this coffee table--on coasters!--and in, like, the old school glass bottles.” Lydia continued. Suddenly what she asked for blinked into existence, and she clapped her hands again. “Oh, right! And I wish for a bottle opener.” One appeared in the air, and Lydia decided to use her animation powers to make it open the bottles on its own.

“Lydia, that’s incredible!” Felicia looked over at the endtable, confirming her suspicion. Once again, the open was writing in the notebook. That had to have been the source of her magic. “You can just conjure things? Where do they come from?” Felicia asked. Lydia shrugged.

“I dunno,” Lydia said, following her roommate’s line of sight. “But if you want to see what this baby can do, let’s play a little, shall we?” Lydia nodded at the notebook, which rose up to hover in front of her. “I want a pair of the softest, most luxurious pink silk pajamas to appear next to me,” Lydia said. As the pen wrote in the notebook, the object of her desire appeared next to her, just as she pictured them, hovering in midair and worn by what looked like an invisible model. “And I want them to dress me.”

Lydia watched as the top unbuttoned itself. She held out her arms to it as it slid over her, soft and cool against her skin. Felicia watched it happening, still in disbelief about the effects of this magic, even after she’d experienced it bringing her to orgasm as it levitated her atop an enchanted boot. Once the silk top had buttoned itself onto Lydia, she swooned as it lifted her into the air, just enough for the bottoms to swoop under her suspended feet and slide up her legs. As Lydia closed her eyes, she used her self-granted abilities to make the silk pajamas begin caressing her body.

Felicia watched the silk fabric, seeming to move over Lydia’s body. She swore she could see it tracing circles over Lydia’s breasts as Lydia drifted back to the ground. The girl opened her eyes, reaching a hand out to the bottle of cola on the coffee table, which lifted itself and rose to her hand.

“Here’s to having the whole world and every fantasy we can think of at our command,” Lydia said, grinning as she held out her bottle to Felicia. Felicia took a deep breath and shook her head, smiling as she grabbed the other cold bottle--feeling the condensation sweating down the glass.

“Cheers,” Felicia said, eyeing the notebook.