The master bedroom!

*(note: I REALLY hadn't planned on this being 4000 words, but there it is. I know this is geared toward enf, so I had to work in an embarrassing situation, and that's...just how long it took me after having Violet watch her own botched spell double back on itself. Hopefully the original thread authors approve of the effort!)

Violet listened for the shuffling again and realized that the noises were coming from the master bedroom.

"No, not there...!" She darted down the hall, and as she reached the doorway she realized she was going to be in big, big trouble.

Apparently a few of her outfits were in there, rifling through dresser drawers and her parents walk-in closet. One of her hovering bras bobbed above her mother's open vanity drawer, diving inside and weaving through the other undergarments within. Violet's eyes went wide and she realized the repercussions of her spell. Just like the sorcerer's apprentice tale, not only had she created animated assistants with their own will, but she created animated assistants that could create their own animated assistants! A couple of her mother's full figured bras hovered out of the drawer, puffing to shape and exaggerating their forms well beyond her mother's own voluptuous figure.

"Great, just what I need...magic underwear darting all over the house. How the hell am I supposed to clean up this mess when you guys keep making a bigger one?" She winced when she saw other components of her wardrobe rummaging through other dresser drawers and closet shelves. One pair of her panties, purple silk with black lace trim, bounced from item to item inside the room – including a pair of her father's slacks resting in an armchair. Her heart sank as she watched the slacks rise into the air and fill out. A leather belt doubled over itself and snapped twice. Just as Violet thought it was going to come after her, the belt slid through the loops of the pants, cinching up the waist as one of his dress shirts bounced over above them. The tails of the shirt neatly tucked themselves in, and one of the sleeves waved to her.

"Not my parents clothes too…" That was now three out of five of the houses' occupants—all affected by this animation spell. If they all decided to dance away out of nowhere, Violet realized there would barely be a scrap of clothing left in the entire house. Thankfully she hadn't seen anything from her brother or sister's rooms. She flipped the book open again, searching for a spell that would undo what she had done. When she found something that she thought might work, she tried to carefully read the details this time, not wanting to make the situation any worse.

Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around to see one of her mother's and sheer and satin nightgowns. One of the sleeves rose up to Violet's chest and pinched the hem of its wrist against one of her nipples. Her surprise was such that she dropped the book into the waiting sleeve of her father's dress shirt below.

"Wait, no!" Violet shouted, pulling away from the grip of the gown. She tried to take the book back, but the dress shirt held it high in the air and waved its other sleeve at her, as if chiding her. "Please, please give me that back..." Violet begged, hoping that there was some sense of familial empathy in the enchanted clothing. The dress shirt simply wagged the end of its sleeve at her again as it retreated to her parents' walk-in closet. She tried to follow the outfit, but the same nightgown that pinched her nipples earlier grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, wrapping her into a hug.

"Well, hi..." Violet said awkwardly, suddenly wishing there *weren't* any familial empathy now. Obviously there was nothing strange about a hug from her actual mom, but this kind of interaction with a disembodied nightgown that had just tweaked her nipple was kind of an odd contrast. As the sleeves wrapped her tighter and rocked her back and forth, she tried to get a view of what was being done with the book, but she couldn't tell.

"Hey, could I just…" Violet tried to break the embrace, but the gown wouldn't let her go. She watched as a group of her father's silk ties snaked out of the closet one by one. A red one coiled around one of her wrists twice, and she gasped as it pulled her arm behind her.

"Oh, god…" As another tie went for her other wrist, she tried to dodge it but found her forearm caught by the sleeve of her mother's gown again. A blue tie made a coil around her locked wrist as the two ties tied themselves together behind her back. Violet shifted her feet, trying to get leverage against her mother's down to pull away from it – but somehow her mother's slippers saw this move coming and positioned themselves perfectly for her to slip one of her feet into the fuzzy pink opening. She tried to flick it off her foot only to find the toe box clamped on. It suddenly lifted her foot up from underneath, catching her off guard and forcing her to rebalance herself. As soon as she planted the foot covered with the slipper and lifted the other, the slipper's mate latched onto her other foot.

"Oh, what the hell?" Violet shook her foot to get the other slipper off, but it reacted by pulling her leg down and planting her foot. The other slipper then picked her leg up, move it in front of her and planted it again. "Stop it! I'm not going anywhere but back to that closet!" She tried to get into a squatting position and let herself down to prevent the slippers from being able to walk her forward, but the moment she started bending her knees, she felt polyester sleeves slide under her armpits. One of her mother's blouses held her up, and even trying to lift her feet to place the whole of her body weight against it wasn't enough to stop it.

Now she was being carried from behind by an enchanted blouse as the slippers made her feet begin walking toward the doorway. As she was walked into the hall, she felt a draft over her nipples and realized her predicament was only getting worse. Obviously her parents were out for the morning—and she hadn't any stirring from her sibling's rooms...hopefully they'd all be out until she resolved this.

“Listen, can't we make a deal or something?” Violet said. “I just need you all to behave a little bit...my parents can't see all this going on...” She hadn't exactly expected a response, but the clothes didn't seem to even pause and consider an offer. As she was walked to the stairs, she saw a couple pairs of her jeans and panties saunter by in the hallway at the base of the stairs, a couple of them topped with her own filled out bras, and the others topped with her mother's...substantially more filled out bras.

One of her mother's slips danced past, topped with a silken camisole that clearly had no bra under it. She could see the clearly defined invisible nipples showing through the enchanted silk. Another of her father's dress shirts came behind it, its sleeves hugging the hips of the slip as Violet caught sight of a pair of enchanted briefs through the shirttails.

When the slippers stepped out over the stairs, Violet shrieked. Instead of walking her down the stairs, the slippers walked her out level with the second floor. She gasped as the slippers kept walking, stepping out onto an invisible floor. She didn't know what she'd gotten herself into—or if she'd goaded these things into fucking with her even more when she tried to talk them into cooling it.

“Ohmigod—pleasepleaseplease don't let me fall. Oh god, oh god...” Suddenly, she found herself cooperating with the steps of the slippers now, doing everything she could to keep herself balanced over the thin air. She had no idea what the clothes' motivations were for subjecting her to this until she watched below her, seeing even more of her clothes march down the stairs. Things she hadn't worn in years—things that probably didn't fit her anymore. The clicking of shoes came next, and she looked below her suspended feet to see shapely pantyhose and enchanted stockings marching down the stairs, obviously from her mother's collection.

Violet took a deep breath as she started descending, evenly and slowly through the stairwell and heading diagonally toward the landing at the bottom. The sleeves under her armpits helping to hold her up suddenly aimed toward her breasts, and she winced a little as the soft polyester ends of the sleeves traced over her skin. She was placed on the ground as her fingers wiggled, trying to get free of the ties as the poly blouse pressed its inflated tits against her back.

“Mmm...you were supposed to be helping me,” Violet said. “Isn't that what the spell was for? Assistance? How exactly—mmm—is this assisting me?” She expected clothing golems helping her do her chores, finish her homework, maybe take themselves into the laundry room...but so far they'd done nothing but make mischief and mess with her body.

She was marched out into the kitchen, where she saw a silky pink robe over yet another set of her mother's lingerie. The robe had been facing the counter, where a pan hovered at the end of the sleeve. Violet stared in confusion as she watched the other sleeve point across the kitchen. A pair of yellow rubber gloves inflated and jumped to action, retrieving things from the fridge as another lavender pair of rubber gloves pulled themselves out of a drawer and filled with invisible hands.

The lavender gloves bobbed over to a chair at the table and pulled it out as Violet was walked over. She felt the ties loosening, and thought she was about to be released as she was able to pull her arms away from each other. She complied with the obvious plan, sitting voluntarily in the chair as the poly blouse pulled away from her. Just as she attempted to pull her arms up in front of her, though, the ties snaked around the posts of the chairback, pulling her wrists flush with them and tying her up again.

“Ungh, come on!” She whined. “You can't just keep me like this...you're—you're supposed to be helping me!” Just then, a sound came from her exposed tummy. The poly blouse flew in front of her, and one of its sleeves reached up to Violet's face, brushing a strand of hair out of her face with invisible fingers as the other sleeve gently patted her stomach and rubbed it. She looked down and frowned, then looked back to the negligee and robe supervising things coming together in the kitchen.

Apparently the animation spells' powers of extension were rather liberal. Anything the robe 'held' with its emulated hands later acted on its own—and this functioned the same for anything the animated rubber gloves handled. Ingredients were combining, a sack of flour poured gently into a hovering mixing bowl while a whisk beat the mixture into batter. A couple of Violet's favorite bras seemed to watch it all happen, their cups facing the action as other clothing continued shuffling around the house.

When she looked around—she realized now that they were doing more than just shuffling. One of her hoodies carried an empty laundry basket up the stairs as the entire clean load of clothes followed behind her, walking piece by piece in a line as if an invisible, half-dressed army was following behind.

One of her long-sleeved t-shirts wielded a drymop, gliding it across the kitchen floor. She watched in awe at all the activity taking place, thinking that—save for the part where she was naked and tied to a kitchen chair, maybe this was mostly going as planned. She still had to get the book back, but maybe that could wait a little while. Maybe these things were going to be reasonable after all. From the looks of things, they were doing more than Violet's share of the housework—and as she watched her mom's outfit at the counter, using its sleeves to conduct a spatula flipping some bacon while a liquid measure poured some batter, she was even going to get pancakes out of the deal.

As Voilet's finished meal was brought out to her, she noticed that much of the activity from the clothes downstairs had calmed considerably. A bunch of things had apparently taken themselves into the basement, but some had also returned upstairs. She heard some shuffling and stomping—or something—up there, but based on what she was seeing on the first floor, she wasn't too concerned it was anything destructive.

Now a streaming stack of pancakes and bacon was placed in front of her, and a small glass syrup pourer hovered over, warm from the microwave. She looked over to the sink where the the yellow pair of rubber gloves was hand-washing things and handing them off to the lavender pair, which towel dried them. Instead of going to the dishrack, the dishes hovered up into their places in the cupboards, to which Violet could only shrug in response.

“Well, I admit you're certainly helping now,” Violet said, “But, uh—maybe you could let me go and get me some clothes?” Violet looked up at the outfit that had prepared her breakfast, and found it wagging a sleeve at her. The pair of yellow rubber gloves, finished with its work at the sink, had dried themselves off and hovered over to the kitchen table. They snapped their rubbery fingers in front of Violet's place setting, and Violet watched in awe as the fork and knife rose off the table and cut through her short stack of pancakes, piercing a forkful and lifting it to her lips. Violet struggled with her arms again and tried pleading one last time. "Come on, you're not going to let me feed myself?" Violet didn't get a response, and she sighed, giving in. She rolled her eyes as she opened her mouth, allowing the fork to do its duty.

After a few bites, she became a little more comfortable with the situation — though she still wanted to know what these enchantments had planned. Obviously she hadn't gotten everything wrong with the spell, because as she looked around she couldn't help but notice that the kitchen was cleaner than it was when she had entered earlier. The waiting laundry had been taken care of, as far as she knew, and at least the enchantments were gentle, if not reassuring.

Violet's plate sailed away from her as the last of her glass of orange juice tipped itself back so that she could drink the last little bit. She was surprised by how well she was able to coordinate with the enchanted objects, then again, if the spell functioned based on her willpower and expectations, maybe it made sense that they worked well together — despite Violet being restrained in her chair.

All of these magical ruminations came to a screeching halt when she heard a car pull into the garage. She looked up at the outfit, panicking and pulling against the chair with her wrists.

"Omigod, you gotta let me out! They're back!" The lavender gloves retreated into the drawer, the yellow one simply dropped lifeless on the edge of the sink, and instead of walking — her mother's robe and lingerie sailed into the air and out the door, literally flying up the stairwell. "Um... Are we forgetting something!?" Violet shouted out, still tied to the chair and unable to move. She gasped as the pink slippers pulled themselves off of her feet and ran out the doorway into the hall, where they traipsed up the stairs in three-step strides. "That's not what I meant…" Violet said through gritted teeth, still trying to pull against the ties. She heard a car door slam, and as a last ditch effort, she tried to stand up with her arms still tied to the chair. She waddled two steps before falling back on her own weight, now in the middle of the kitchen, still tied to the chair as she heard the door unlocking.

She pulled one last time, praying that the ties would release her before her whole family walked in to find her nude and alone in the kitchen. As the doorknob wiggled, her father's ties untied themselves at the last possible second, slinking through the slats of the chair and snaking out of the upper doorway like eels. Finally free, Violet stood up just in time to see the kitchen door leading to the garage open wide in front of her. She instinctually covered her chest with one arm, covering her pussy with the other hand as her mother walked in, clearly shocked by what she was seeing.

“Violet!” “Mom!”

The two said in unison, as Violet's mother closed the kitchen door again just enough for her to peek through it. Violet backed out toward the hallway, but the double swing door leading to the rest of the house suddenly came out of its secured position to swing into the doorframe, smacking Violet perfectly in the ass.

“Ow!” Violet said, turning to look at the active door.

"Violet, what on earth are you doing down here without any clothes on?" Her mother said, inching the door open. "You're lucky it's just me and not your brother and sister – or, god forbid your father!" Violet tried to push against the swing door, but some **** was holding it closed. She began to blush as she headed to the still-opened dutch door separating the kitchen from the parlor.

"Mom, I'm sorry, just — just give me a second!" Just as she ran to the last open doorway, the bottom half of the Dutch door slammed shut before she could get through it, and the commotion caused her mother to open the garage door wide again. She came in carrying three bags of groceries, but she wasn't followed by anybody else.

"Violet, really, what you carrying on about?" Her mother blushed as well, facing the countertop and placing her groceries on it. "You're naked in the kitchen, slamming doors and God knows what else – seriously, what if everyone had come home with me? You didn't answer me, what you doing down here in the buff?" Her mother looked around at the freshly cleaned sink and the wiped down countertops. She inhaled through her nose, swearing she smelled breakfast.

In the meantime, Violet pulled at the latch on the Dutch door – which also wouldn't budge. However cooperative the spell had been before, now it wasn't letting her out of this room!

“Mom, I...” Violet gave up and threw herself over the top of the Dutch door, nearly tumbling haphazardly into the parlor as the latch now opened itself. “Hey, no!” Violet's momentum set the door in motion, where it swung back toward the parlor wall as Violet flung herself back off of the door and landed naked on the threshold dividing the two rooms.

"Okay, okay. Listen, young lady.” Her mother finally approached her, regardless of the awkward situation. "I know you're an adult, but while you're still living here, were going to continue to live at some kind of minimum of courtesy — so you're going to answer a couple questions for me.”

Violet let out a deep breath and attempted to cover herself up again, feeling stupid and sitting naked between the kitchen and the parlor as her mother stood over her.

"Are you on ****?” Her mother asked. Violet groaned, rolling her eyes and wishing this whole situation would just go away. "Violet, what am I supposed to say? When I come home to you naked in the kitchen – an impeccably clean kitchen, by the way — oh my God...” Her mother put a hand up to her voluminous chest. “It's not cocaine, is it? Violet, are you doing cocaine?"

“I'm not on ****, Mom..." Violet said, avoiding looking her in the eye. "Listen, I've had a… really weird morning. Can I just get some clothes on, and I'll try to explain everything in a few minutes?"

Violet's mother crossed her arms, otherwise trying to avoid embarrassing her further.

“I mean, you *do* need to get some clothes on, but I also need an explanation for this-- especially before your father gets home.”

“I got it, I got it.” Violet stood up, walking backward toward the den, and taking the long way around to the stairwell. "I'll be down a minute, I swear." As she passed out of her mom's line of sight, she reiterated, "and I swear I am not on ****!"

Violet slowly climbed the stairs, nervous about any supernatural activity still in effect and wondering how in the hell she was going to explain herself without mentioning the book. In fact, she wondered if she had time to try to find it and grab it before she presented herself again.

When she opened the door to her room to find some clothes, she found a matching bra and pair of panties filled out to her shape and standing a few feet in front of her. As she looked around, nothing else seemed out of place — except that there were still plenty of items missing from her closet.

“Some help you are,” she grumbled quietly at the hovering underwear as she went for her dresser drawers to retrieve a different set. She pulled the top drawer, but found that it didn't budge. She looked back at the hovering set of underwear as the bra unhooked itself and presented itself to her, the back of the cups bobbing towards her breasts. "You're kidding," she hissed, covering her tits. "You think I'm going to trust you now?" The hovering panties shot down towards her feet, wiggling their back hem under her toes as the straps of the approaching bra wove over her fingers whether she liked it or not.

Violet sighed again, giving into the magically empowered clothes and holding her arms out in front of her to let the bra slide on. She rocked on her feet to let the panties slide under them and reluctantly let them fit themselves onto her body while a drawer opened behind her, producing a T-shirt which puffed to life and slid itself over her outstretched arms. As the T-shirt slid on, a tight denim skirt sauntered out of her closet, wiggling in front of her before unbuttoning and unzipping, dipping to her knees to allow her to step into it.

"Since you're not leaving me a choice," Violet said, "please, please try and behave while I clear this nonsense up with mom." Violet let out a little noise as her denim skirt goosed her. She felt a slap on her ass, knocking her forward as a pair of knee socks rose out of her top dresser drawer. Violet raised a foot up in invitation as one of the socks jumped for the opportunity and swallowed up her foot, smoothly gliding up her calf as Violet raised an eyebrow. She stood on her socked foot and raised the other daintily, making a come-hither motion with her fingers as the other sock happily did the same.

"I really can't decide if you're actually listening to me or not," Violet said, "but I could see this going well if we actually work together,” she shrugged. She walked out her bedroom door under her own power now, trying to decide whether she would go for the book now or try to come up with some nonsense explanation for her mother first.