Travis indulges himself fully to the animated bra

The feeling is too much for Travis, and his resolve succumbs from the dreamy ****. He shoves his hip forward, applying more pressure against his hard rod.

Now, we're talking! It hovered away from his touch. Follow me, and we'll have much more fun, the voice promised in his mind. He obliged, his legs almost moving on their own, thinking with the antenna between his legs.

Glancing around, still no one was paying attention to the surreal event happening to him. As he followed the floating bra back to the women's department, he saw clothes moving, caressed by an unseen breeze. Brassieres of various sizes unclasping around him began floating around him as well, following the duo closely. Their cups expanded as if being filled by perfectly sized breast for their sizes, their clasps attaching themselves behind invisible forms.

"Are you... all of them?" He managed to croak. A double D shoved against his butt, slightly deforming and shoving him forward. Another one pressed both its cups around his head, before lightly squeezing. His breathing accelerated.

Not quite, I'm just bringing more...friends, to play. A few pairs of large yoga pants entered his vision, walking on their own, towards his marching, floating band. One of them came in front of him, its stretched, inflated butt pressing against his raging erection and forcing a moan out of him.

Still, they marched forward, and the woman's dressing room was in sight, clearly the final destination. There was no attendant at the counter to see him in his predicament, luckily. And looking around, he began to wonder if he was the only one in the whole aisle currently.

With a strong shove from the bras behind him, he realized he had slowed down. The shove was strong enough to **** a hop out of him, eliciting a gasp out of him. No dillydallying, my dear. We've got much to do, much to show you. Much to pleasure you. This last part felt like a breath caressing his mind. A shiver coursed through his body, his breath raspy.

They had reached the dressing room area, and as the red satin bra got close to an unoccupied stall, the door clicked, unlocked, and opened. After you. She hovered aside, allowing him entry. Travis' brain attempted one last time to reason with them, as the underwear kept shoving lightly behind him. This was completely crazy, and once inside, he'd have no chance of escaping. But...does he really want to run away from their lovely, silky touch?