Travis sees the busty woman from before, and the clothes get a great idea.

The customer watched in awe as the pink satin robe from her cart joined other animated clothes in their pursuit of a teenage boy. The soft pink sleeves coiled around Travis' arms, holding them back as the red satin bra pressed itself against his face. By now, the lacy black G-cup bra had hovered over to him as well, sliding its giant inflated cups against his jeans, pushing him against the robe. He fell backward into the robe, struggling to get his balance as half a dozen more bouncing bras menaced over him.

"Aren't we pretty enough for you, Travis? Aren't we nice and soft?" Travis' shirt flew up into his face. As the satin sleeves released his arms, his own shirt pulled itself off of him. The robe opened and swallowed his torso, sliding its sleeves over his arms. The sash ends pointed at his chest, circling his nipples. Travis reached out to try and grab at the satin sash but found a firm round cup in each of his hands, one of them smooth satin and the other delicate lace. The beige H-cups squeezed his face between them as the white corset top hovered over his crotch as if it was waiting for something.

"Wh--what's happening here?!" The customer screamed as she finally caught up to her senses. She watched the robe she selected restraining a teenage boy in mid-air. Now his belt burst open, and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped themselves. The store clerk was still frozen in a stare while a couple other people approached the commotion, but this woman wanted nothing else to do with the situation. As she tried to run, her cart rolled to life and swung left, turning into the aisle and blocking her path. She squealed as camisoles around her began jumping off their hangers and puffing to life.

Despite his own predicament, Travis watched it happening--watched this woman trapped at the end of the aisle with camisoles and undershirts fluffing off hangers and bursting from packages and inflating as explosively as a deployed airbag. Only when his jeans and briefs tore themselves down his hips did he take his eyes off of the woman. He looked down at his hard cock, swinging freely with the momentum of the flying robe. He reached for it, but was held back by the rosy satin sleeves of the robe. The sash ends that had been teasing his nipples now coiled around his cock, stroking him slowly as his pants, shoes and socks peeled themselves off the rest of the way.

"Oh my goodness..." Travis heard it from beside him. When his gaze turned to meet it, he found himself looking at the busty brunette he'd seen when he entered the store. He looked down at her chest, and that familiar excitement stirred in him again. Her shirt wobbled as she moaned. Her eyes leapt from the nearly naked young man to her own blouse, speedily unbuttoning on its own as her own green satin bra seemed to grip her tight. Travis licked his lips, and the satin brassiere wiggled as ghostly finger-shaped indentations began to fondle the woman.

By now, her tight denim jeans gripped her firmly from all directions and hoisted her into the air toward Travis. It was as if the clothes knew that she'd been the one that started he entire naughty train of thoughts in this store.

"She's all yours," Travis heard the voice whisper. "Tell us what you want."