A little experiment in potency

Britney let the car park itself. She had enough confidence in the ability of the manacite that she actually locked her keys in the car on purpose. When she went into the gym, she scanned herself in and said hello to the attendant, a guy about her age.

In the huge gym there were only three people at this hour of night, a pair of women on the treadmills that looked to Britney like college students, and one guy doing curls over at the free weights. She had her eye on him specifically. This was going to be fun.

Britney went into the locker room. Once she realized she was alone, she let go of her bag, which hovered next to her as she selected a free locker. She looked at the gym duffel, and the thing unzipped, releasing two of the spray bottles. One of the spray bottles floated out and sprayed a whole line of lockers, some of them rented by members and locked up.

"I want the lockers those girls are using to unlock and open," Britney said. "Everything else, stay put for now." A couple of lockers nearby each other popped open, and once the free locker Britney had selected was sprayed, she willed it to open. The other full spray bottle she had sprayed the empty bottles she'd bought earlier at the store, and now they hovered in a line, each of them unscrewing as a couple vials hovered alongside the bottles. Britney let her phone hover in front of her as it started recording again.

"I dunno how concentrated this stuff has to be in order to be effective, so I'm going to try something out," Britney said. "These bottles each have a full vial in them--and it seems like anything that got sprayed even a little obeys my commands." Britney waved her fingers, and a couple of the vials uncapped.

"So now we'll do 1/2 a vial for each of these two bottles, a quarter vial for the next two, a quarter between the next two, an eighth in the next two, then a pinch in two, and lastly...a couple of grains worth."

The vials did as she said as she spoke.

"So to demonstrate a little with the full potency..." Britney said, looking back at the two girl's lockers, "As you can see, the lockers have plenty of ventilation such that the spray can penetrate and reach whatever is inside. Right now, I'd like those gym bags to open up. If there are clothes inside, I want them to stand at attention. The bags both unzipped, but the clothes didn't move.

"Apparently the spray didn't penetrate the bags, so I'm going to spray inside of one bag with full strength, and inside the other bag with 1/4 strength." All it took was a nod from Britney to make it happen. "And now I want the clothes inside to stand at attention." Britney watched as the contents of both bags flew out. Denim was the first thing she could see from both bags. One quickly followed by spitting out a white pair of ankle socks and pink tennis shoes, while the other produced a pair of black loafers. A cream colored seamless bra hopped out of one bag with a pink tank top, and a black lace bralette and burgundy tee emerged from the other bag.

Britney walked between the two columns, sliding her hands over the curves and finding the same amount of resistance in both the full strength clothes and the clothes that were sprayed with a more diluted solution.

"Well, it looks as if the quarter-strength bottle hasn't lost anything in terms of strength or responsiveness." Britney turned to her smart phone and shrugged, demonstrating by grabbing the hips of the pair of denim jeans sprayed with the quarter-strength solution and trying to knock them off balance. She maintained a mental command of standing at attention to prevent her physical actions from being interpreted as a command, which seemed to work. She pulled on a belt loop, spanked the tight denim ass, and even tried to bump against them with her own hips, but nothing would move them.

"Hey," Britney said to the other pair of jeans, motioning to them with her finger. "I want you to hip check those beauties hard enough to knock them out of place," she said. "And you," she said to the jeans she had just messed with, "I want you to brace yourself from getting knocked out of place." Britney grinned at her own clever idea and stepped back as she watched both pairs of jeans follow her commands. The quarter-strength jeans widened their stance just slightly (which didn't make much sense to her since their ankles weren't actually touching the ground), and the other pair rushed toward them, winding up with their footing to place a well-aimed hip check against the other pair of jeans.

The jeans with the weaker solution were indeed knocked out of place. Britney clapped her hands together.

"So it does make a difference!" She beamed. "Apparently I wasn't strong enough to move the jeans with the weaker solution, but the jeans with the stronger solution didn't have an issue." Britney moved on to the black lace bralette, squeezing one of its modestly-filled-out cups. As with her belongings at home, the fabric shifted as if a soft, pliable breast were within, but the position of the bra itself didn't change. Britney faced the thing directly and squeezed both the cups, pushing against it with her full body weight. Once again, the fabric cups themselves deformed with the resistance of invisible breasts, but the position stood fast; the emulated figure inside refused to move from its position.

"Put yourselves together into outfits, girls." Britney walked to the end of the two columns of clothes, turning around and watching as they obediently assembled themselves into two invisible bodies. The outfit with the pink tank top and matching tennis shoes was clearly more voluptuous than the one featuring the bralette and the loafers. "Okay, now I want one of the bottles with a pinch of manacite in it to find me a locker used by somebody who leaves their stuff here." Britney watched as one of the bottles detached from its formation, bobbing toward the entry of the locker room. It halted at one of the lockers nearest the door. "Okay, we haven't sprayed this one yet," Britney said. "This time, give me a little spritz on the combination lock and the inside handle." The bottle did what it was told, and Britney bit her lip a little. "Now unlock and open."

The combination lock spun on its own, and in no time at all, it dialed the correct three numbers, and the latch rose. The door swung open at a perfect ninety degrees.

"Wow, this stuff is powerful," Britney said. "Okay, now I want one of the weakest bottles to spray that towel, and the shoes sitting on the floor in there." One of the bottles with just a couple grains of manacite bobbed over to the open locker and did as she commanded. "Now I want those shoes to run around the locker room on their own, and that towel to drift around like a miniature magic carpet." Both items seemed to tremble a little, not reacting as quickly as the other items. Britney kept repeating the command in her mind, though, and before long the gym shoes stepped out of their tiny metal cage and began tapping across the floor in a jog. The towel seemed to waver a little bit more, and while it stayed suspended in the air, its flight pattern wasn't exactly as Britney pictured it. "I guess there seems to be a little limitation, then," Britney said. "Spray that towel with the next potency up," she commanded. The bottle that had opened the locker sprayed the towel with mist from a full shot, and just like that plane of the terrycloth became more rigid as it began sailing around in a manner much closer to Britney's expectations. "Wow, so it really doesn't take much – but can't be diluted too much." Britney shrugged at her phone again. "Well, more documentation later — but I can't have my phone floating around with me out in the gym." With that, the video recording stopped in Britney's phone hovered toward her and placed itself on a bench.

Now that she knew a little bit more about the strength of this stuff, she commanded most of the bottles to reassemble themselves in her bag, leaving out one of the bottles at 1/16 strength.

"I want you to nicely dress me in the red gym outfit," Britney said, grinning. "In the meantime," Britney turned to the bottle in front of her, "I want you to spray any occupied locker and anything you find inside. Shoes, chill out under the bench in front of your locker. Towel, come here." The towel drifted through the air toward Britney, and she snatched the air, lifting it carefully near her nose and inhaling. It had a clean, laundered scent, and Britney nodded at it. It draped itself beside her as her sweatsuit began peeling off.

Britney held her arms up, allowing her sweatshirt and tee to peel themselves off. As her sweatpants sailed down her legs, she looked down at her bare breasts and willed her nipples to tweak themselves again. She sighed a little as it happened, indulging herself with a deeper self-groping and giggling a little as her breasts seemed to be plied by invisible fingers. Her glossy red sports bra approached, and she lifted her hands toward the opening to allow to slide itself onto her. At the same time, she lifted each foot to allow her untied shoes off-- and the legs of her sweatpants took the opportunity to find their way off at the same time.

As the red leggings approached, Britney took the opportunity to imagine her socks, panties, and red sports bra lifting her into the air. They did just that, and Britney hummed pleasure as she continued to telekinetically massage her tits. By now, her sports bra had settled itself, and with her body a few inches off the ground, her shiny red leggings were able to pull themselves over her ankles. The tight fabric rolled up her legs, and Britney willed herself back into her gym sneakers. As the sneakers tied, Britney looked up at the two outfits across from her.

"You two look lonely," Britney said, feeling mischievous. "I want you both to act as if you're two invisible lovers, reuniting for the first time after a long absence." The outfits reacted immediately, and Britney giggled as she watched the to approach each other, their short sleeves each pointing toward the sides of the opposite outfit. The results weren't at all disappointing. Because Britney had control over the very fabric of both of the outfits, her expectations of fully emulated invisible bodies included the imprints of eager hands and fingertips pressing into rounded denim asses and invisibly-filled shirts.

"Gosh, that looks like fun," Britney chuckled again. "I bet you both would be just as excited if my sweatsuit joined the party," Britney smiled.

As soon as she said it, her discarded tee, sweatshirt and sweatpants lifted off the ground and filled to Britney's shape. As it approached the other two outfits, Britney decided there was something unsatisfying about two well-fitting outfits playing with something so loose and frumpy, so she decided to let her imagination roam a little.

Without saying a word, the form in her mind's eye began to manifest in reality. Her sweatshirt and sweatpants began swelling with an invisible curvature well beyond Britney's own.

"Mmm... Bouncy curvy girls need love too," Britney said, gritting her teeth as the belly and breasts on her empty sweatshirt began stretching to the fabric's capacity. The ass, hips, and thighs of the sweatpants swelled to enormous proportions, and for a moment Britney thought of how fun it might be to ride atop something so bouncy and airy. When Britney began rising into the air toward the group of outfits, she shook her head.

"No, no — not right now." She sailed back to the ground. "Maybe a little later." She eyed the bottle of 1/16 solution, and the towel hanging in the air, beckoning to both with a finger. The towel lifted up and draped itself over her shoulder, and the spray bottle met her grip. She was ready to go and really have some fun.

"Everything in here should behave for right now," Britney said, "except for you girls of course. Don't let anyone but me interrupt your fun." Now, instead of two emulated invisible bodies working each other over, there were three. And, of course, just as Britney had suggested — both of the gym patrons outfits she had brought to life were more than happy to focus their affections on Britney's newly-full-figured sweatsuit.

Britney headed out of the locker room and into the main gym. Her spray bottle wouldn't arouse any suspicions since it looked like the same thing a courteous gym user would use to wipe down machines. Now all she had to decide was who to experiment with.