The Distractions Get More Intimate.

It seems your wizard robes are now sentient and seems unwilling to stop fondling you.

As you run you realise its getting harder and harder to move, slowing your pace steadily.

Before long you are **** to a walk. The robe seems to be able to touch you anywhere on your body, even on the backs of your rubberised hands!

And you can only grown in a dismayed pleasure as your feet are subject to a nice massage with every step you take within their new latex boots.

Annoyingly, your rather large penis, not knowing any better, has completely stiffened inside your robe. Even worse, the robe seems delighted at the result and now never leaves it alone, a phantom hand seems to constantly, but slowly, masturbating you lazily.

Surely there is an end to this accursed forest somewhere?