Sign on the Line

Scott followed the outfit up to the door, watching its legs move back and forth as he watched the rear of the pants. He tried not to, but he couldn't really help it. He really had no idea what to expect when he walked in the mansion, and he hoped he wasn't going to be held captive by these things...because that's what it sounded like.

The door seemed to open on its own when Marlene's outfit walked up to it. It didn't raise its sleeves or anything--the door just clicked open all by itself. Scott wondered what he was about to see.

The entrance of the house was exactly as extravagant as he expected it to be, but it was hard to focus on architectural details. There was activity all over the mansion. Outfits, boxes, furniture--all moving around on their own. All of the outfits--even the moving company coveralls Scott found himself looking at--seemed to betray female curves. He wanted to ask Marlene's outfit a question, but he stopped himself before he opened his mouth.

"Scott!" It was Marlene. The real Marlene. She was wearing a nice black skirtsuit with a royal blue blouse. "We expected you a little earlier," She said. "This was supposed to be a quick sign-and-go before all the activity started, but..."

"Scott got held up at the office," her other outfit answered. "Since he didn't keep to the schedule, the plan has changed a little bit." Scott wasn't sure if he was just imagining things when the real Marlene seemed to flash him a look of pity.

"But...you said that--"

"We said that if we could keep everything quiet, then we wouldn't include him...but obviously that isn't the case." He felt like a child listening to two parents spelling out words so that he wouldn't know what they were talking about.

"So, obviously you know," Marlene said, finally addressing him again. Scott laughed.

"I mean, I see...but I wouldn't say that I know really, anything at all. I know enough to, uh, keep me out of trouble, hopefully." Marlene smirked.

"Keep you out of trouble?" She sneered. "I see you've been sweet-talking him," She said to her outfit. "You seem to be handling this better than I did the first time," Marlene said to him. "How is it that you're not freaked out?"

"Because...I was told that shutting up was my best course of action," Scott said. "So I guess I'm hiding it well."

"So you told him that--"

"We told him what he needed to know to make it favorably through this closing," Marlene's outfit said. "And the best thing you can do to help that is to mostly stay out of it, at least for the moment." Marlene glared at the red polo shirt, approaching it.

"Listen, it's my fault he's involved," she said. "Our fault now that you decided to bring him here. Don't just--"

"Ah, my documents are here! Are we ready, ladies?" Scott didn't see her approach, but the voice--smooth and regal and voluminous--it exuded wealth. He couldn't really describe it any other way. Having sold real estate for 20 years, and being a broker for more than ten, he knew the sound. The poise. "And you've brought along a toy! Not very young, it seems, but...possibly still serviceable."

Scott already knew he was the toy. He could feel the outfit staring at him, sizing him up without eyes. It was a pair of gleaming black leather pants paired with a shimmering silver halter top...but the attention-grabbing choice of outfit and the gloss of the materials weren't the only reason Scott found himself staring.

These had to be women's sizes. The clothes were huge. Massive, even. Scott couldn't remember ever seeing thighs like that in his life, and the chest of the silver top jutted with the bouyancy of torpedoes standing straight out. This was a big girl...but it wasn't the kind of big Scott was used to seeing. Even if the shape was empty space, the legs, waist and midriff of the top didn't appear to contain any evidence of the type of 'fat' Scott would expect from someone of this size.

There was a rounded belly that flowed into the waist of the shining pants, but it wasn't pronounced over the other proportions. It didn't appear lumpy or rolled over itself. The hips were enormous, but they tapered slightly to what seemed like active, muscled thighs. He could see the calves at the back of the lower pant legs, seeming to flex as they stepped toward him. He couldn't see the outfit's butt since it was facing him, but the shimmy of its massive hips made him think the sight wouldn't be at all disappointing. And the tits--practically Parton-esque in the best possible late-1970s sense of the term. To say that this outfit demanded attention was an understatement.

"Did you not hear me, hon, or did your momma tell you not to speak up without her permission?" The outfit said to Scott.

"Um, Scott...this is our buyer, Marissa Marqueza," Marlene said to him. "Miss Marqueza, this is my b--uh, Scott, the broker of my real estate firm," Marlene said, catching herself. It wasn't lost on Scott that she stopped short of calling him her 'boss'.

"Ah ha, our broker! What a very, very welcome addition to the resource pool. A cleverly-trained pet! My little real estate bloodhound-pointer mix." The outfit was right in front of him now, and Scott couldn't help but stare at the massive invisible chest. He tried to fix his eyes just above the back strap of the halter top, but the curves in front of him...

"It's um--ungh!--nice to...meet you, Miss Marqueza." The scent of perfume met his senses just before something pinched his right cheek. He got the rest of the way through his sentence despite the odd surprise, and the outfit seemed to lean in toward him as the pinch turned into a gentle caress, moving up and back toward his ear, where soft invisible fingers played over his lobes.

"It's nice to meet you too, my little puppy dog," Marqueza said. Scott gulped as the outfit leaned in toward him, and he could see down through the shapely form of the halter top. "It's sooooo nice of Marlene to bring me a housewarming gift," the voice whispered.

Scott knew better than to try to protect his personal space, or protest against any of the diminutive language he was hearing from this outfit. Clearly this was the leadership in the room, the source of the money and the sale--though Scott really didn't understand how that was possible. A sidewise glance at Marlene told him that she was more uncomfortable than he was at this point. Scott's preparation for this 'meeting' with Marlene's outfit had him associating her outfit's attitude and the aggressive vacuum cleaner back at his office with what he was supposed to expect...but here was a voluptuous, flirtatious amazon of an empty outfit, still playing her fingers? (he felt them even if he couldn't see them) against his lower earlobe.

This 'Marissa Marqueza' had called him old--he didn't forget that--but she was earning waaaaay more karma against that slight by whispering to him with her gorgeous voice, playing against one of his secret erogenous zones with her enchanting touch.

"I...was hoping to leave him out of this," Marlene finally said. Scott tensed at the words, and the soft fingertips disappeared as the outfit stood upright again, turning to her.

"Well, my dear, the fact is that you didn't leave him out of it," Marqueza responded. "And now that he's seen me, your friends, and possibly other sensitive elements of our future business together, I'm afraid that's no longer possible."

Scott felt a jerk at the front of his pants. He gasped when he saw his belt unbuckle itself, opening itself up as his pants unbuttoned and zipped. Scott looked over to Marlene, then her polo-shirted outfit, whose collar seemed to turn back and forth. He took it to be a communication that he shouldn't try anything.

"Oh, look at what a good boy you are," Marqueza said, turning toward Scott again as his pants slid down his legs. "I've never met one so tame who wasn't already indoctrinated into our customs, but you're so docile about all this!"

The outfit stepped up to him again, and now his pants were still shuffling down his legs as a leather hip stood between them, brushing against his briefs.

"I hope that's only because you've been tamed before, and not because you're not lively enough to show a girl a little bit of sporting attitude for the hunt..." The voice went sultry and low again toward the end of the statement, and Scott's hand trembled a bit as his hand was lifted into the air by the invisible grip of soft fingertips again. "A recent divorcee, hon?" He watched the skin on the back of his hand displaced as a silky fingertip ran up the middle of it and toward his ring finger, showing a fading tan line from where his wedding band used to be.

"Yuh...yes, Miss Marqueza. Just finalized recently," Scott said. The voice squealed a little, and Scott gasped as the whole outfit pressed against him. He felt its opposite arm wrap around his waist as the fingers on his ring hand felt knitted by Marqueza's soft invisible ones.

"Mmm, then I suppose that means that no one's going to be looking for you...especially if we send this bright young thing back to take care of your affairs in the real world?" She asked, dancing Scott to face Marlene with a firm pivoting step. Scott swallowed.

"If...Marlene's there to explain my absence?" Scott stuttered a little. "No, Miss Marqueza, no one important would really question it. If they heard from me on the phone or, possibly had me on video meetings from time to time." Now the invisible arm around him slid lower, and Scott squeaked a little as he felt a hand squeeze his ass.

"I can see he has value to you, my dear, so I'll raise your commission fee to 25%, and we can make sure he gets more than his fair share of his work done remotely," Marqueza said to Marlene. Marlene smiled a little, seeming nervous of her next move.

"It's just that...he didn't really agree to--"

"He didn't agree?" Scott felt a little slap on his butt, and afterward the hand gripped him harder. "Darling, darling, darling...we don't require his agreement. Haven't you understood that part of it yet?" Scott swore he felt lips against his ear, and he shuddered a little as an even quieter whisper breezed into the verge of his audibility. "And some nasty little part of you is in full agreement anyway, isn't it, my little Scotty terrier?" He felt a leathery thigh press against his legs and his crotch--his imminently swollen crotch.

"I...I tried to explain that there would be some consequences if we didn't stick to the plan," Marlene's outfit said. The real Marlene answered this with a quick look of disdain, which she tried to soften a moment later. "But--"

"Darling, darling..." Scott suddenly went off-balance as the phantom touch disappeared at all points, the outfit heading over toward Marlene now. "You have been indispensable to our early acquisitions, and I'd like you to be happy with your payment...but, this one?" Marqueza laughed a little. Scott frowned a little. That was another dig at him. "Darling, you are not only gorgeous, but with your new connections, you are also powerful beyond measure to attain nearly any specimen of their kind. Your loyalties toward him are touching, but...they're an artifact of old thinking."

Scott felt motion at his collar now. His shirt was unbuttoning on its own! He swallowed again, trying his best not to react. He was already pantsed in front of Marlene, and he had an undershirt on, but...

"You'll still see him and work with him...and, I suppose you'll be able to play with him, if you should like, but I don't think you're worried about that. You're concerned with some idea of his freedom, which is a high-minded fantasy that their kind have programmed you to value for them. It's a concept that men preoccupy themselves with despite the fact that they neither practice nor even experience it."

Scott would have been focusing more on all this polemic about the concept of 'freedom' if his clothes weren't actively trying out the concept for themselves. Once his button down opened up, his sleeves pulled away from him cuffs-first, and his pants began tugging at his ankles. When he reached down to try to see what he could do about it, he watched his shoelaces stand up in the air and begin untying themselves.

Before long, both his shoes and pants jerked themselves forward, and his briefs and undershirt jerked backward. His legs went straight, but he didn't hit the ground. His undershirt and briefs seemed to hold him over the floor as his shoes and pants pulled themselves off. Scott gritted his teeth, still expecting to fall until his underclothes righted him. He watched his own outfit fill out, re-assembling itself a few yards away from him, buttoning and fastening again as if it was wrapped around his body.

"But...I'm just asking if it's necessary," Marlene asked, looking at Scott with a little regret now. Scott seemed to miss a little of the conversation as he was struggling with his now-animated clothing. "And did you have to undress him?"

"Ah, ah! You see the folly of your ideals now, darling. This freedom you're talking about? You don't think it should apply to them? Come along," Marqueza said, her halter top twisting to address Scott's outfit. It dutifully walked over to her and Marlene. "Occupy yourself. Entertain the guests, help the movers--seek your own purpose, hon." Scott's outfit saluted Marqueza with a sleeve before wandering off into the house. "There, you see? Freedom." Marlene sighed.

"Scott...are you okay?" She asked. Scott smiled slightly.

"Mostly confused, but...that's part of the territory, right?" Scott said. He looked down at his undershirt. "Thanks for not dropping me," He said.

"You see?" Marqueza said. "He's even adapting to our customs so nicely. He'll be more than content with me, won't you, Scotty?" Scott looked at Marlene, then at Marissa.

"I, uh..." Scott thought about more passive statements he could have made, but looking at Marlene's face, he decided to try and take a little bit of a stand here. He seemed to have gotten into the buyer's good graces well enough to earn him an assertive shot. "I don't really want to abandon her," he said. "Marlene's done a lot to make our brokerage successful." He put his hands up, chuckling. "I get that I don't really have much of a say in it, that much has been explained to me--but that's just my input if I'm being asked." Marqueza's outfit sauntered over to Marlene's empty clothing.

"My god, you work fast," Marqueza laughed. "We should make you some kind of pet trainer." Scott watched the outfit approach him again, unable to help himself from focusing on the enormous tits. "And your kind might be dogs, Scotty, but at least you have the lion's share of their good traits." Scott felt fingers through his hair, and now he stared at the hollow chest in earnest, truly unsure of what else he was expected to focus on. "Let me make you a deal, Marlene. Scotty will stay my pet, but you can be his petsitter. Take him to the office, make a show of him as you need to for business sake, but this is his home now." Scott looked at Marlene, who seemed worried. He didn't know what else to do but nod slightly at her.

"That's...fair," Marlene said, trying to hide her ****.

"Do you think that's fair, cutie?" Marqueza asked Scott. Once again, he felt invisible arms wrap around his waist as he was pulled against the silvery top. Fingertips squeezed his ass as Marqueza's invisible breasts deformed against him.

"More...than fair," Scott answered, looking down at the huge, curvy outfit.

"You're allowed to hug back, puppy. Show momma some love," Marqueza said. Scott reached around the lower part of the halter, squeezing back against the silver torso. He didn't realize it at first, but once he noticed he could see the incredible booty of the leather pants with a top view, he had a sense that his head was right where Marqueza's would have been if she were a flesh-and-blood woman turned invisible. He leaned back a little when he realized it, and her invisible fingers handled his ass a little more aggressively. "Mmm...maybe you need a little more privacy to be creative," She whispered. "When we sign those papers and I get you alone..."

She let go and smacked his ass, walking toward Marlene's outfit.

"Get my puppy to my girls so they can give him a bath and his new kennel," She said. "His things and I will sign the closing contract so that you girls can get out of here for the night." Marlene's outfit nodded, heading toward Scott as Marlene's messenger bag rose off of her shoulder on its own.

"Come on," Marlene's outfit said to Scott. He felt himself nudged forward by his undershirt, and he followed alongside her in his socks. He looked back at the real Marlene once more, and she smiled at him a little. There was something else behind her look, but he didn't know what it was. "You did okay there," her outfit said as they went through double doors out of the entry way. Scott's stocking feet walked over marble floors as they went through a room full of things arranging and hanging themselves. "Keep it up, be a good guest, and we'll make sure someone keeps an eye on you. Once she's bored, we'll get you back. Just...hang in there, okay?"

Scott didn't answer. He wasn't sure what to say. He was really trapped here, and literally everything in the house could act to stop him if he tried to resist. Through another set of doors, they approached a hallway, where a couple moving staff uniforms were supervising boxes hovering into a room.

"Pardon us," Marlene's outfit said, guiding Scott between the hovering objects and into the room. Inside, Scott's visual cortex was fried once more. Outfits...the same voluptuous shape as Marissa Marqueza, directing furniture and clothing around the room. Mirrors were being mounted by what looked like invisible women in overalls and busty work shirts. This wasn't a bedroom. It was more like one fantastical walk-in closet. A wardrobe room.

"Fresh meeeeeeat," A dress said, strutting past him on a set of shiny black stockings.

"Mmmm-hmmm! Looks like mommy's got herself a new pet," came another voice from a pair of skintight jeans.

"I'm...dropping him off," Marlene's outfit said to them. "I'm guessing you all know what she wants?"

"I know what I want!" said a set of lacy red lingerie, hovering near a long double rack of robes, nightgowns and chemises. A number of other voices laughed.

"Okay, then--I'll leave you all to it," Marlene's outfit said. Scott looked around as the polo grabbed one of his hands at the end of her sleeve. "I just want you to know--she wants you to know--we didn't sell you out. We won't just leave you here. I promise. Just...hang in there." Scott nodded at the collar, smiling stupidly as he looked back at the voluminous outfits approaching him.

"I'll, uh...do my best," Scott said, feeling a renewed response between his legs again.