The crimson woman

You're pushed on your bed by something you can't see, and the sock muffling you suddenly expands between your lips. You panic, thinking you're about to be choked, when the cuff end of the sock expands away from your face, forming a foot. Only the toes of the white sock are stuffing your mouth, and you silently thank fate that it's a clean sock.

Suddenly your attention is brought back to your chest as the two hovering egg vibrators begin teasing against your nipples. Once again your tits begin gyrating on their own again, you looked down in awed horror.

It wasn't as if something invisible was grabbing you and playing with your breasts; it was that they were actually moving on their own, like they were possessed by something. There was further evidence of this when you watched the egg vibrators tease your nipples. Your nipples themselves circled around the tips of the vibrators, as if they were magnetically attracted to them.

You experienced the same thing lower down. As the shining purple vibrator approached your cunt, you could feel your lips part. They didn't open as a result of displacement, rather, your pussy seemed to be anticipating the vibrator's approach. The feeling was so alien; you could sense the air gently moving through your open cleft.

Just as you began to vocally protest again through the sock stuffing your mouth, your clit began dancing on its own. The hovering purple vibrator played against it, and you look to one side of you and then the other as you noticed the paintbrushes streaming long strokes down the sides of your bedspread. As the heavy blanket began fluttering, the paintbrushes moved to the interior, painting strokes right next your body.

Before long, the whole thing took to the air like a magic carpet, lifting you along with it. The sides flutter up as you float through the door heading back out into the main house where you can hear James, still in the kitchen. He seems to be protesting against whatever is happening, and for a second you tell yourself it serves him right. Whatever was going on here, he started this mess — and it obviously still wasn't over for you. You're allowed to grip the hovering sides of the blanket as your hips begin to thrust against the vibrator, not of your own will. Apparently your body is selectively being controlled by whatever substance entered you; you have no idea what it wants or why it's taking you back towards James.

In the kitchen, James is being milked by a pair of gloves. His hands are tied behind him by a shirt, and he's kneeling on the floor rug that used to sit in front of the sink. Now the rug is hovering a couple of feet in the air, and like you thanks to the enchantments gravity has no grip on James.

"Callie, are you okay?" You set up a little bit in your enchanted bedspread hammock, giving him an angry look with the sock still stuffed in your mouth and the toes wiggling around, preventing you from saying anything meaningful. It doesn't keep you from grumbling angrily at him. "Callie, I had no idea this would happen. I can't — I don't even know how to make it stop!" Suddenly, the sock flies out of your mouth is James rambles on, panicking. " I'm trying to —!" The sock steps itself in James's mouth now, shutting him up as his eyes go cross to look at the enchanted foot between his lips.

"Do I look okay, James!?" You shout at him. You groan a little bit as the vibrator stops playing against your clit, and instead plunges into you. "Oooh..." You groan, looking down at yourself again. Not only are the egg vibrators still playing with your nipples in a strange enchanted dance, but now your breasts are being groped by what looks like invisible hands, pressing into you and pushing your tits up and together, alternately pulling on them.

For a second part of you wonders how amazing this might be if it wasn't so horrifyingly out of your control. Even though you're sure this is James's fault, you have the slightest bit of satisfaction knowing he seems to be in the same boat.

"James, try to pull that fucking thing out of your mouth, and tell me what's going on!" James blinks his eyes twice, apparently coming to his senses enough to try. Unlike you, the basket seems to have full control over his body and he grabs at the empty sock in his mouth, able to pull it away from him for a second.

"Callie, that stuff!" He points to a box on the table, and it suddenly hovers into the air just as he mentions it. "That stuff that they put inside you; it's making all this happen!" Both of you are looking at the hovering case now as one by one, one-fifth of the remaining vials rise into the air and uncap themselves.

As your sex toys supercharge you, pointing you towards another orgasm whether you like it or not, something strange begins to happen with the water in the sink. It begin sloshing around, almost frothing up. Something passes to your right, and you notice it's the bucket of water from your bedroom. It seems to be agitating itself the same way the water in the sink is, and as you toys continue playing with you you watched as the water in both containers begins to disobey gravity, like everything else in the room.

The toys push you harder, and you feel a strange energy rising out of you. A pulse seems to hit your body, and now you rise off the bedspread — held off the ground by nothing at all. You feel a tingling sensation from your toes to your fingertips, and a glimpse of some strange knowledge enters you. You can't identify why, but you know what's about to happen.

You simply watch as your premonition begins to take shape — some instinctual communication with this substance gave you a clue as to what you would be seeing. For his part, James stares slack-jawed at the undulating bodies of water in front of him, tinted red and merging together in midair as a form begins to take shape out of them.

The groans coming from James tell you that he is about to come, just as you are. But the substance seems to be planning something, timing something just right. Some part of you understands that the energy in your body is partially responsible for controlling and shaping the liquid form hovering in front of James.

It's a woman.

A woman made of the diluted red powder merged with the water. One by one, a liquid hand reaches out and takes the 20 open vials into itself. It doesn't bother dumping them out or pouring them on; it simply absorbs them. After a few seconds you hear the sound of glass tinking against the floor as the empty vials drop out of the liquid woman, now a deeper hue of red as a result of absorbing more Manacite.

She seems to look over you and wink, even though you're not sure you can make out her liquid eyes against the rest of her face. She's fully taken form now, with arms, legs, and even liquid hair – flowing around her as she appraises her new body. James can only stare as the liquid woman's tits and ass seem to grow. The glove that has been beating him off retreats now, and the liquid woman bends over, presenting herself to your roommate doggy-style.

"Oh God, oh my God I'm going to come," James says, reaching out to grasp the liquid ass that has just mounted him. "Oh, fucking hell…" Instead of James's hands reaching into the liquid form, they seemed to press against a semisolid gelatinous wall — and James grins as he squeezes the solidified body riding against him.

He lets out a guttural groan, and you can see him shooting into the translucent woman, who seems to arch her back the moment he does. Your own body convulses, and some sort of echo — some empathetic response to what's happening across from you – causes you to come as well.

You grasp at the air, howling into the kitchen as you realize that some kind of strange sexual alchemy has just taken place. It feels undeniably amazing, and you rise higher into the air as you feel compelled to giggle. You begin touching your own body, this time of your own accord as you realize control of your limbs is your own again. You're not sure what is happening, but whatever James has gotten you into – you're no longer convinced that it's all bad.