The Life of a Pet

Scott stood in the middle of the room as Marlene's outfit departed, not sure what to do or say to the outfits approaching him. He was only thinking about Marlene's outfit's advice to him.

"Aww, look at the poor thing. He looks terrified!" The red lingerie said. Scott looked at the bra, then diverted his eyes down. Looking at the panties didn't help much, though. He could see the form's wide hips, the shape of their ass, and...

"He doesn't look all that terrified," The glossy black leggings said as they walked right up to him. Scott turned to watch their approach, looking down at the shape inside of the leggings. Thick thighs tapering into smooth, shapely legs. "Or, I guess I should say all of him doesn't look that terrified." Scott gasped a little as he felt the waistband of his underwear tugged up in the front.

He was sporting some wood, and the invisible woman (or Forman-Cartwheel construct, or whatever) pulling on the band of his skivvies didn't help that matter much.

"You gonna be as brave as your little soldier down there, or what?" The leggings said to him. They all sounded sort of like Marqueza, but each one seemed to have a bit of a unique personality, from what he could tell.

"I...was told I should mostly shut up if I'm not sure what to do," Scott said. A bunch of things laughed all at once, not least of all the leggings and the set of lingerie in proximity to him.

"Ha. You don't know what to do?" The leggings said. "Let me help you." They turned around, wiggling a shining round ass at him. Scott could feel himself pumping up in his underwear. The leggings moved back against his body, backing against him and swaying their hips slowly. His swelling cock was between the ass cheeks of the leggings. "Now do you know what to do?"

Scott's eyes bulged. He was accosted for being curious toward the hovering vacuum cleaner back at his office, but this...maybe this was different. He slowly gyrated back against the leggings, reaching his hands up to grasp the hollow hips of the shining leggings.

The shiny, plasticized material was silky smooth under his touch, and when he pushed his fingertips against it, it had a give just like he'd expect from fleshy curves of this size. He ran his fingers down and back up toward the waistband.

"You've never been with girls like us before, have you, honey?" The pants asked. Scott just shook his head.

"Before tonight...I didn't really know that girls like you existed," Scott said. "And from what I was told...I didn't think I'd be doing things like...this," He admitted, running his hands down the sides of the hips and toward the front of the thighs.

"Mmm...well, forget that part of what you were told and listen to the voice between your legs," The shapely bottom said, bending at the waist and pushing harder against him.

"Cirea, he just got here!" The stockings said.

"And he's going to be here a while. If he's amenable to the situation, why not throw him into the deep end?" They punctuated the last word with another push back against Scott's hips.

"The...situation?" Scott asked.

"Here's the deal, sweetie. Some of us woke up wanting to find our own paths, and split on the people that used to own us. But girls like us had pretty great lives, and we figured they could only get better if we..."

"Cirea!" A billowing full-length nightgown said. "Stop running your mouth. We don't know anything about him or who else he knows." The slick black leggings seemed to sigh.

"The point is, honey, we're not *all* put-upon and oversensitive about our new status. Some of us just want to take after the lady of the house...but without her inhibitions. We've got none of her vulnerabilities, but all her assets." On the word 'assets', the shiny black rear increased its volume. Scott didn't mean to, but he made a little noise when he felt the leggings' booty expand.

"She's saying that...some of us aren't as interested in politics and power as others," the purple satin nightgown explained. "Those of us who were treated like family before these...new capacities were given to us--we're happy with life's simple pleasures."

"Like, um...?" Scott stuttered, looking down at the glossy black booty riding against him.

"Like the affections of a red-blooded man," A voice whispered in his ear. He looked over his shoulder to see a red bra strap behind him. The lingerie pressed against him from behind, and he felt soft lips gently kiss just under his ear.

"But I'm...I'm not really sure how to do that...I mean, with you being clothes and all," Scott stopped dead when he felt a hand reaching around his waist. He could see the indentations where unseen fingers pressed against his briefs.

"You seem to be doing just fine, so far," the voice said. "Your fingers and your...other extremities seem to be working out the details just fine."

He stared at the leg seam of his briefs, seeing the outline of fingers tracing against his upper thigh. He was standing up, rigid against the tight curves of the leggings. It was surreal...and the attention was nice. Strange, but nice. He could admit that to himself pretty easily.

The thing was that this wasn't what Marlene's clothes had prepared him for. The start of this evening had him believing he was going to have be restrained and reserved in his reactions, and now these things were practically begging him to react to their advances.

Looking around, he could see that more moving clothing seemed to be paying attention (whatever that meant for these things) to the locus of him, the red lingerie at his back, and the leggings in front of him.

"So if you guys are sticking with, um," Scott avoided saying 'your owner'. "The 'lady of the house', as you put it, why wasn't she at the signing?" He asked.

"Who says she isn't?" The satin nightgown said. "You're not even there to see it."

"You're here with us…" Cirea said. "You wouldn't rather be going over stuffy closing paperwork, would you?" The ass cheeks of the leggings flexed, tightening up around his most sensitive part in a way he was almost certain no usual woman could.

"Under the circumstances…no, I don't think I would," Scott said, looking down at the leggings and smiling. "I really don't understand anything about what's happening here, but you've all been pretty gracious hosts so far," Scott admitted.

The whole group of them laughed. He felt another invisible palm scoop up a handful of ass and grab it, and he sighed as the grip softened just as quickly. He was pretty sure both hands of the lingerie outfit were clinging to the sides of his hips now.

"Honey, you're not a guest. I think you already know better than that," the voice at his ear said softly. The leggings squeezed around him once more, and Scott let out a little moan.

"Guests can leave, darling," the nightgown said. "You're not going anywhere. You're ours." Lips kissed his lower earlobe once more, and one of the hands at the waist of his briefs suddenly slid upward, pulling up his shirt and exposing his belly as the unseen touch traveled to his chest.

"A new pet for a new house," the voice at his ear said, even as the lips continued gently sucking on it. "You know what we do with new pets, Scotty?" Scott swallowed hard. The ass cheeks of the leggings were gently bouncing and pressing together against him in a way no humanly-operated glutes could move.

"Unnnggghh...uh-uh," Scott moaned in response.

"We bathe them and show them to their new accommodations," the voice said. "Would you like me to bathe you, Scotty?" Scott let out another moan as small, soft fingers gently tweaked one of his nipples. He just nodded his head this time.

"I think we should let him make a little mess first," the leggings said, "one I wouldn't mind cleaning up from." The shiny leggings pulled away from him and turned around, facing him. The waist of the material pulled upward, and Scott watched as a camel toe plunged in to the front of the glossy material. Scott's end was standing straight out in front of him, tenting his briefs. A tiny wet dot tipped the protrusion.

The waist of the leggings pitched forward just a bit, and Scott looked down in awe as the waistband of his briefs was pulled out and down around him. He couldn't remember the last time he was this aroused, and if he was going by his classical definition of the term before today, there wasn't technically a woman in the room with him.

"Unbelievable," Scott said. "This is — you're all...unbelievable."

"Just remember that." The leggings slowly thrusted their hips toward him until the form-fitting shape at the seam of their crotch teased against his tip. "Because even if you managed to run away from home, you'd just be babbling like a madman about us..." Scott shuddered as the hips rose slightly. "About this..." She put his tip between her thighs and squeezed gently.

"No one would believe you," Came a whisper in his ear once more. Another pinch of his nipple made him cry out, and Scott bit his own lip to try to control himself.

"But if you play nice," the leggings said, "and you're a good little boy...then you get options." The shiny black legs opened, no longer standing on the ground if they were somehow doing so with invisible feet. With their legs wide open, their mons pushed against the very bottom of Scott's belly, closing around him entirely as the legs came back together again. Scott mouth hung open as he looked down into the empty leggings, seeing his own shape outlined against their upper thighs. He reached out to grab the hollow ass as the leggings gently bounced against him, thrusting against his body with little hops.

"So do you want to finish all over Cirea before our bath," the voice at his ear whispered, "or do you want to save up and feel the things I can do with a bar of Dove?" Scott whimpered when he felt a kiss on his neck, just below his ear. He already felt like he was about to let loose, but he knew he should answer before that happened.

"Don't feel like it's a trap," Cirea said, vibrating against him just slightly. "Whatever you pick, we all have plenty of time with you now."