Take a Ride, John

"Well...what did you want to show me?" John asked, looking down at his hard cock in the purple panties through the slightly translucent shining black leggings.

"You tell us what you wanna see, John," The blouse and leather skirt said. "Are you a tit man or an ass man?" A big lacy red bra bounced its empty cups on one side of the outfit, while a pair of white leggings wiggled their butt on the other side.

"Well," John said, poking at the overinflated leggings on his body, "I kind of like the whole lower half." John looked over at a pair of pantyhose on the far side of the room. "I wouldn't mind seeing what a couple of pairs of self-fitting pantyhose can do on their own."

"Hmmm, we thought you'd never ask," The blouse said. "Come on, ladies--that's your cue."

There were plenty of clothes already hanging out in the room, but now John watched as one of his mother's vanity drawers opened up once more. This time, a pair of translucent tan hips ballooned out of the opening. They seemed to rise out already filled, and John practically drooled at the thick thighs and shapely calves he saw rising out the drawer.

"That's not...mom's shape," John said, his face turning a little red.

"We figured you'd prefer a little boost..." Came a voice from the pantyhose. "We could always take on a more familiar shape if you want." The legs got longer and more slender, and the ass and hips shrank back slightly. John's eyes went wide. Now they were shaped more like her.

"So you can just take any shape at all?" He asked. He watched as another pair of pantyhose--these in a maroon color with thick denier--rose out of the drawer now. These ones swelled and swelled, going well beyond curvy. The thick fabric became more and more see through, and John took a step back as they approached him, their waist coming up to his chest, and their curves and size reaching the proportions of a giantess.

"We can take any shape that our fabric can handle," A voice from the massive pantyhose said. They swelled a little more, and John looked down at the clear camel-toe digging into the gusset at the crotch. "As you can see, we're made out of state-of-art-material...and our seams are stiched with an almost unbreakable thread." The legs crossed at the ankles and wiggled their hips at him.

John reached out carefully to the fabric, running one of his hands up a maroon thigh. It was silky and soft, firm as if a real leg was inside, but pliant like he was pressing against real skin. "Mmm...hm," John said, admiring the feel of the empty clothes again. As his cock inflated inside the self-fitting clothes he was wearing, the panties responded to the motion, gripping his dick.

"Well, you seem to like what you see, hon," The giant hose said, spreading their legs slowly as John slid his palm down the thigh. "You know, you can explore me anywhere you want. You're not going to hurt anything, I promise." John's eyes went wide as the giant maroon legs turned to their side, positioning themselves so that John's hand ran up the hip, then toward the small of the back, high on the waist of the pulled-up pantyhose.

"I...I, uh--" John swallowed, looking just below the waistline under his sight. The waist he was running hand over was tapered nicely, and it led down to an Amazonian translucent butt. He found himself staring at it--practically drooling.

"Hmmm...I'm pillow soft, Johnny. You wanna test drive me?" The ass wiggled in front of him, shaking his hand with its form. He simply nodded again as he watched the thing tease him. He carefully reached out with his other hand, running it down the swell of one of the ghostly asscheeks. It was smooth and bouncy, and before long, John dared move his other hand down to the other cheek. He boldly squeezed them together now.

"You...you're amazing. I can't--um, I can't believe the kinds of things you can do. And that you can talk...that's--"

"Our little secret, right, baby?" The pantyhose stepped back slowly, the rear end swaying back and forth as John nodded vigorously. His hands ran over the massive burgundy peach shape, trying to squeeze the huge cheeks together and watching how the living fabric reacted to being manhandled. "That's my baby boy. As long as you keep quiet about this to mommy, you can play with us all you want."

"So she doesn't know that you can do all this," John said, staring at the space between the ass, and looking through the hose to see the faintest trace of a camel-toed mound on the other side. Suddenly, he was thrown a little off balance as the giant pantyhose he was leaning against turned around. Now he was face-to-face with the mound and the cleft he was just staring at through the seat of the hose.

"She knows we can do something, John," the maroon leggings replied, "but you shouldn't concern yourself with what we reveal to her. What matters is that my friends and I trust you, and that you trust us." The pantyhose swelled, growing larger once more, and now the cleft between the legs was the height of John's nose. "Do you trust us, John?"

John put his hands on the outside of both thighs, practically drooling at the shape presented in front of him as he nodded again.

“I trust you,” He said with reverence. Until now, he hadn't been aware that he harbored any special lust for giantesses, but the lovely curving shape of the massive self-fitting pantyhose in front of him was setting him off in all the right ways. The panties that found their way onto his legs seemed to know this, too — and were happy to keep stroking his cock, teasing him.

“I'm glad, baby boy—because we want something from you.” John gasped as the leggings and panties he was wearing lifted him off the ground. He watched the giant maroon pantyhose shuffle in front of him as he was lifted towards the ceiling. He stopped ascending when the bulge in the shining leggings was perfectly in line with the maroon cleft. Now, he moved forward instead, his body pressing against the upper half of the maroon pantyhose.

“Unnnghh...” John moaned, looking down into the empty pair of legs. He reached his hands around as far back as he could against the giant ass, watching his fingertips sink into the fabric from the inside. He didn't have any leverage since his feet were lifted off the ground, but the leggings and panties were happy to press his body against the maroon form. "This is…amazing,” John said. “How can you possibly just lift me off the ground like that? I'm practically flying!”

"State-of-the-art technology, John," the voice between John's legs said. He noticed now that he could tell the difference between the voice of the leggings and the voice of the pantyhose across from him — as well as the enchanted blouse and skirt outfit that had spoken first, and was now watching all this happen.

John's fingers dug deeper into the silky fabric as a body was bounced up and down, against what seemed like the invisible legs of a giantess. He reached his hands in front of him and pulled up on the purple hem of the waist. Looking down through the fabric, he could see the camel toe tighten — the mound in the front of the pantyhose becoming even more clear as his hips humped against it through the leggings' accord. John's toes curled as he looked down at his own body, no longer in his control and subject to the whims of his mother's self-fitting clothing.

"I — I can't believe this is happening..." John groaned, looking down at the black and tan pairs of pantyhose standing on the ground, then back at the assembled outfit again. "You've been in mom's room — just sitting in here?" John huffed, his eyes rolling back as he was bounced against the plumping pantyhose. "What made you…decide to reveal yourselves?"

"When we decided your curiosity could be put to good use," the outfit said. "Like we told you, you're not the first hot-blooded male whose body parts visibly react to our abilities…but you're certainly the cutest and most energetically potent." John swallowed hard.

"What you mean — 'energetically potent'?" John moaned as the panties stroked him harder, and suddenly found himself flying backwards as the maroon stockings pressed against him. His back made contact with the wall, but the shiny leggings plumped again, the briefs holding him toward the front of the overfilled form. He felt squeezed between two soft layers as the giant maroon pantyhose rode against his cock now. "And you…you think I'm cute?" He didn't know exactly what that meant coming from intelligent clothes, but he still figured it was a compliment.

"Very cute," the maroon pantyhose growled back.

"Very cute and very naughty," added the metallic black leggings wrapped around his lower half-- the voice vibrating through his cock as it spoke.

"Of course we think you're cute, silly — we're mommy's things, remember?" The blouse raised its sleeves toward the tan and black pantyhose still waiting on the floor. "We want to make her little boy happy." The two lower halves seemed to respond to the motion of the sleeves, both of them levitating into the air and pairing up, beginning to play footsie with each other as they hovered in zero gravity across from John.

He thought about trying to get these things to slow down. High-tech or not, the implications of messing around with his mom's wardrobe still held him back a little--even though he couldn't deny what was going on below his waist.

"And...energetically potent?" John insisted, licking his lips as he watched the two pairs of pantyhose play in front of him. He swore he could hear faint giggles from both the forms.

"Oh yeah, Johnny," came another voice from between his legs. This one seemed squeakier and more flirty. He wasn't sure if sluttier was the right way to put it, but, the intonations sent shivers up him. The panties themselves were talking, and however it was they were able to speak-- it apparently caused vibration in the fabric itself. "I'm just barely tasting your pre-cum, and that alone could power me for months." John let out a long moan as the rear of the panties pulled up behind him, wedging themselves between his ass cheeks and pushing him harder toward the maroon pantyhose humping against him.

"Puh...power you?" John was just barely able to manage. Some part of him wondered if these things could do something scary like drain his life ****, but at the moment he was in no position to ask them to stop. The feeling was so unbelievable that he barely had the capacity to keep asking questions.

"Well, of course, hon..." The assembled outfit on the ground said. "You obviously don't see any plugs or batteries, do you?" The voice from the blouse laughed. "Your warmth and your voluntary kinetic energy are like dynamos to us," It explained. "And...later we found out — thanks to the staffer we mentioned earlier — that certain particular protein- and enzyme-rich secretions are like jet fuel to us."

Cum, John thought. These things wanted him to come into them. He smiled as he looked down at the practically magical technology gripping him.

"It's…but won't that stain you?" John couldn't help but laugh a little. "I was worried about ruining your high-tech fabric." The audible clothing in the room joined in his laughter.

"No no Johnny — the more the better," the maroon pantyhose said, humping against him harder now. John moaned again, watching the two pairs of hovering pantyhose across from him. Now their legs seemed to be interlocked, and the two pairs of ghostly hips were thrusting against each other. John was watching his mom's insane experimental clothes engaging in a ghostly sapphic act — and while he took in the unbelievable experience, he didn't even realize he was mumbling to himself.

"What was that, baby?" The black metallic leggings said, having heard the vibrations of John's own voice through their contact with his body.

"I want to be between those two," John repeated more clearly, staring at the tribbing pantyhose. The two forms seemed to slow their thrusting, both of them turning their hips slightly towards John. "Oh God, please let them wrap around my head."

The tan pantyhose opened their legs and flew towards John, aiming their gusset right toward his mouth. The hose seemed to squeal with delight as they met with his face, and John reached up with both hands to grab the shiny translucent tan butt, burying his face in their crotch as the nylon thighs wrapped around the sides of his head.

"Taste me, baby boy," The pantyhose hummed. "Lick my gusset. John breathed in the flowery scent of clean laundry through the thin material, feeling it squeeze against him as the space between the legs began changing. The area was puffing out even as the space near the gusset in the very center was collapsing in on itself.

They were pretty clearly emulating a part of their would-be wearer, and even though John didn't have any direct familiarity with this intimate part of a female's anatomy, he knew well enough to recognize what was happening. He followed the command, kissing up the mound even as the fabric continued drawing itself in.

He watched through the translucent material as the pair of black pantyhose flew over him, feeling the silky fabric on the back of his head as the pantyhose straddled him from behind, letting their soft black legs dangle over his shoulders.

He could hear the cooing and encouragement from several items now--and between the dirty talk and the silky, curvy pressure engaging every side of his body, John was about to blow.

"I--I'm gonna cum..." John mumbled through the pantyhose. It was barely a whisper--barely audible. As translucent thighs contracted tighter around his ears, he heard the tan pantyhose answer back--this time in a breathy vibration.

"Pump that power into us, Johnny...empty yourself." He felt the pantyhose tense around him--the ass inflating again as it rode him harder. The other items followed the same rhythm, and he could feel the point of no return hit him as other things in the room began to approach.

He could see a sports bra, filled out to his mom's rack and sporting hardened nipples through the padded cups. It drifted under the see-through hips pushing against him and rubbing itself against his chest. A small flock of panties fluttered toward him, all of them making contact with him and bouncing their crotches against his skin, almost as if they were collecting something.

These clothes wanted him. They needed something in him. John still couldn't believe what he wandered into. Walking, talking clothes with an apparent appetite for attention were about to make him blow. The feminine curves, soft touch, and the unmistakably flirtatious tone of them all--unnatural as it all was, especially being his mom's clothing--he couldn't hold himself back. The lavish attention and the tactile sensations were too much.

"Give it to us, John," The assembled outfit said, still watching from the ground.

"Come, baby boy. Come for me," The maroon pantyhose moaned.

"I want to taste that cum, honey--fill me up!" The purple panties' dirty talk was the breaking point. John's body tensed, his hands gripping the ass of the tan pantyhose as he howled between the legs wrapped around him. The clothing coordinated, turning him horizontally as his hips thrust against the panties, shooting stream after stream of thick, white cum into them.

As they began dripping with it, John felt the black pantyhose leap off the back of his head. The sports bra slid away, dropping under the group and waiting for the fluid to drip down to them.

Panties, leggings, pants, tops, and the assembled outfit all came forward in the moment, hoping to get a taste of John's fuel. He could barely discern the excited voices as they reacted.

"This is SO much more potent than I expected!"

"This is what a male tastes like? Oh my god..."

"He's way better than that dirty old man at Self-fitting..."

"His cum is so much denser...so much richer..."

"I wanna sleep in his bed and jack him off in his sleep..."

"Okay girls, okay...let's put the poor boy down and make sure everyone gets a drop," The assembled outfit said. "How was that for you, Johnny?" John looked down at the room as he descended toward his mother's bed. The underwear and black metallic leggings compressed around his waist one more time, sort of hugging him before carefully peeling away from him. When they did, John was shifted over to the lap of the maroon pantyhose, which held their legs together as he was placed atop them.

Together, the two drifted down to the bed as the soiled panties and black metallic leggings performed a sort of ritual with the other clothes around the room, spreading the dampness from John's release to everything that could move on its own. John wrapped his arms around the giant maroon pantyhose, nuzzling against them.

"Is my spooge really all that great?" John whispered against the fabric. The ghostly thighs seemed to tremble with laughter.

"It's very, very powerful for us," The stockings answered. "You're a young man, so it makes sense that it's better than anything we knew about before."

"Why cum?" John asked.

"We're actually meant to use salt ions and bacteria from sweat to power ourselves, but like the ambassador over there mentioned--we happened upon cum because someone on the staff couldn't help but keep his willy away from us."

"And that's an even better fuel?"

"Much, much better," they said. "And it seems to activate functions that we might not have been originally intended for, but to be totally honest, we're not sure about everything we can do either. We just know that we can do more than they planned for us to be able to do."

"Which is why I have to keep you a secret," John said.

"Mm-hmm." The giant purple hips kept the both of the suspended just off the bed, rocking John back and forth. He yawned. "Awww...take a little nap to recharge, baby. We'll clean up in here."

Spent from his experience and the crazy revelation of self-fitting clothing as a whole, John's eyes fluttered shut as he nuzzled against the crotch of the maroon pantyhose again, curling up between their legs and drifting off to sleep.

Maybe he'd wake up, and this would all be some kind of insane dream.