Very quickly

The nylons untied themselves, apparently satisfied that John was no longer going to try to get away. He breathed a little harder now, letting the gloves do their thing, looking down at the empty cuffs of the brown leather gloves massaging his chest.

When the nylons untied, one of the red satin gloves pulled down on his jeans, unable to get them any lower because of how John's legs had been positioned. Now that he was free of his ties, though, he realized what they were trying to do and complied — putting his legs together and allowing the red satin glove to yank at the denim, turning it inside out as they descended past his knees.

He let his eyes close, taking in the sensation. One red glove caressed his cheek while the other continued playing at his lips ever so gently, teasing the erogenous area and causing his dick to get even harder. He felt a tug above his waist, and opened his eyes again to see the brown leather gloves pulling his shirt off. He didn't really understand why an experimental technology like this would be so…horny (if the clothes were actually able to exhibit that attribute) — but he couldn't really think of any other explanation as the items of Self-Fitting clothing pulled off his jeans and his T-shirt.

The red leather gloves hovered away momentarily while the brown gloves finished their job. One of the red satin gloves was still at his cock, stroking him, and once its mate was done pulling off his jeans, they went right back for his briefs. John shimmied his hips to assist in the process, and before long he was clad in nothing but socks, looking down at his body as all six gloves returned to go to work on him.

Beside the bed, the black satin bikini briefs from earlier had settled over the nylon pantyhose, now filled out to shapely legs and hips. The underwear dropped straight into the hose, combining with them as if the same invisible person was wearing both pieces. Next to them, the black leather skirt had unbuttoned and unzipped itself, and the levitating skirt drooped a little, holding itself at knee-height as it allowed the pantyhose to step inside it.

John watched as a black strapless bra danced out from among the clothes, taking its place over the miniskirt and pantyhose ensemble. A white strappy top came next, its already-filled form hovering over the bra and stretching out along its hem to glide over the levitating underwear. Finally, a shimmering grey blouse in something like viscose swooped over the invisible torso. John watched intently as the limbs seemed to flex and stretch out--as if the pieces were getting in tune with their new collective body.

They seemed to notice him watching, and they posed for him--the red leather gloves assisting in directing his face to their attention. All he could imagine was the shining curves of the leather skirt straddling him and riding his face.

John gawked at the outfit as other items joined in to complete the ensemble. A pair of thin black leather gloves with openings in the backs of the hands and a button-snap at the wrist--something like driving gloves--hovered over to the sleeves and snapped themselves together as the ghostly fingers articulated. A pair of high-gloss black high heels stepped across the floor of their own volition, allowing the assembled outfit to slide their shapely nylon feet inside.

"If you...keep this up...you're going to m-make me cum," John stuttered. The red satin glove stroking his dick stopped its motion, simply squeezing his shaft as the other half of the pair tickled its smooth fingertips across his balls. "Listen, um...I'm not gonna lie, I wouldn't mind that at all at this point," He admitted to the clothes, "I just don't want to hurt you all or anything. I don't know anything about how this technology works, and like...I dunno, I've stained some things of mine and never really been able to get it out, you know?" He looked a little red-faced at this admission. The red leather gloves at his face pulled themselves back and clasped together, pinching one of John's cheeks a second later.

The red satin glove pumping John began stroking him harder again, and he moaned--tensing up his body.

"S-so are you saying you don't mind if I blow my load? Because..." The red leather gloves clapped themselves together loudly now, and made a come-hither gesture with both hands that, in John's mind, translated to 'bring it on'. He looked back to complete outfit, and then at the various pairs of underwear still bouncing about the room. He knew he was never going to look at his mother's clothes the same way again.

"Does my mom know that you all — can do things like this?" The red gloves put their palms up, making a shrugging-like motion. John couldn't be sure if they were being coy, or if that meant that they really didn't know. "But, I mean, her company," John huffed, "do they know they have a line of products that can just come to life and start playing around with people?" This time, one of the red leather gloves wagged a finger at him.

Maybe that was why they restrained him at first--they needed him to keep their secret for now. Still, it didn't really explain why they immediately behaved so erotically.

"I have so many questions about you," John said. "How are you made? Is there a line of self fitting clothing for guys? How is it you're just able to float around like--" one of the red leather gloves floated under his chin, holding him while the other put a finger to his lips. The gesture quieted him. As soon as he shut up, a red leather finger pointed at his hard cock. With John paying attention, both gloves floated just above his engorged tip and made a fanning motion away from the end of his dick.

John moaned again as the brown leather gloves teased and tweaked at his nipples. The elbow length satin gloves playing with his cock stroked him more insistently now. They weren't just 'okay' with him coming — they wanted him to come. Now it seemed to be their singular goal.

"Okay," John chuckled, panting through his response. "You got it." He looked at the assembled outfit beside him, emboldened by both his rudimentary communication with the seemingly intelligent clothes and their apparent carnal interest in him. He reached out toward the leather skirt, and the outfit responded by stepping toward the bed. The shirt arched its back a little, and John's mouth fell open as he watched the leather tighten around the phantom ass. It was poking itself out, daring him to grab it.

He ran his fingers up the smooth backside of the shapely skirt, sighing as the outfit leaned its hip against the mattress to give him better access. He grabbed its ass, burying his fingertips in the material as he bit his own lip. He ran his hand down to the hem of the skirt and hiked it up, sliding his fingertips down against the soft translucent pantyhose. When his fingers glided back up again, he slid them under the skirt to grab the nylon ass.

"Oh my god, you're so hot," John said, his eyes bulging. "Like I said, I don't want to ruin any of you with my...stuff, but if you're sure it's not gonna do anything bad... I certainly wouldn't mind blowing my load on those soft pantyhose of yours."

One of the sleeves of the shimmering grey blouse rose up so that the black leather driving glove at the end was holding its fingertips over the collar. John read this as a playful mime of a shocked expression, and to his delight, the outfit scooted up on the bed, rolling over one of his legs so that its leather ass was between them. It lifted both its legs, pointing its toes. The black heels hovered off its silky feet, the shoes drifting towards John's face as the nylon legs bent at their knees. The red satin gloves that had been tending to John's cock slid around the sides of his thighs to grab his hips, circumnavigating John's midsection further until they were each grabbing one of his ass cheeks.

"Oh god, yes..." John sighed, watching as the silky arches of the ghostly hosed feet clamped around his cock. The toes of the black leather high heels played at his face, teasing along his cheeks until one of them inverted and put its heel right over his nose.

The scent of leather was strong. These shoes were next-to-new. One shoe stayed suspended over his nose, while the other played its leather against his ear and his cheek, sliding down the side of his neck and down his chest. While he continued to inhale the scent of its mate, the lone shoe at his chest pressed down on him — not enough to hurt — but enough room dissent more pressure than simply the mass of the shoe holding his body down.

"Fuck. Fuuuuck..." John whispered. He was in total disbelief of where this strange scenario had taken him. A pair of phantom pantyhose were giving him a foot job, and John could see past the shoe over his nose right up into the empty leather skirt they were filling. The viscose blouse arched its back, reaching its sleeves behind it. The leather driving gloves at the ends of the cuffs detached and slid down John's shins, grabbing the cuffs of his socks at his ankles and pulling them off.

The sensations were unbelievable now. The smell of the leather, the shoe pinning him down, the brown leather gloves unrelenting with their nipple play, the red satin pair kneading his ass, the silky pantyhose feet giving him an unbelievable foot job, the red leather gloves returning to stroke his face and gently tousle his hair, and now, the black leathery fingers dancing against the soles of his feet as the ends of the gray viscose sleeves held his shins in place.

He was bucking against the outfit, panting harder now as he could feel the orgasm building in him.

"I'm gonna cum," John said. "I'm gonna cum all over your amazing magical fucking fabric..." He moaned. With one last squeeze of his nipples and black leathery fingertips dancing over the most sensitive parts of his soles, he finally blew.

He cried out, and one of the red leather gloves clamped itself gently over his throat at the same time. As the other grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back toward the bed, his eyes rolled back. The Self-Fitting clothing didn't just want him to come. They wanted to dominate him every step of the way there, and John reveled in it — pumping his load skyward.

He gasped for air as he bucked on the bed, trembling through an unbelievable orgasm. The clothes didn't let him go, but they softened their positions enough to let John flow with the **** of his own ejaculation — letting him feel every lovely detail of this strange fantasy experience.

As it subsided, the black shoe at John's face pulled away, and John blinked his eyes and looked down at his midsection to see his own goo on the feet of the pantyhose. But there was something else there, too. Some kind of pink glow was emanating from the fabric wherever his cum had touched it. Even stranger, the viscose sleeves of the blouse reached down to the spots to touch them just slightly against each sleeve.

It didn't stop there. The blouse unbuttoned in the middle, and the moistened ends of the sleeves touched the strappy the top beneath the blouse. The shoes dipped their heels on the wet vamps of the pantyhose. Each pair of gloves took their own turns dabbing their fingertips in John's come. He couldn't help but laugh a little at it as he continued catching his breath from his orgasm. It was like every piece of self-fitting clothing wanted a taste of his spunk.

"Wowwww," John huffed. "I mean, that was...incredible on this side, but from the looks of things, you guys like it too, huh? Uh--augh..." John was interrupted by the nylon feet squeezing together, making a little more dribble out of his dick. The sole of an invisible nylon-covered foot wiped him clean, and when they were done, the legs went spread-eagle. John watched in awe as the other orbiting clothing-- pants, shirts, bras, panties, and almost everything else he'd seen brought to life took a turn anointing themselves from one of the two cum-covered stocking feet.

As they spread it, the soft pink glow came a few moments later. John noticed this glow didn't last-- it seemed to activate for a few moments on contact, and then disappear as mysteriously as it came.

"That's so..." John's eyes lit up. "You--you're using it for something, aren't you?" He asked, looking to the red leather gloves for a response. As their own pink glow disappeared, they gave him the same ominous shrugging motion from earlier. John looked from one hosed-foot to the other as he noticed something else.

"It's...it's disappearing?!" A million things ran through John's mind. He assumed some kind of nanotechnology had to be present in the fabric of these clothes for them to be so advanced — to be able to exert power and **** with the absence of any more mass than the clothing contained, to be so intricately locomotive — to hover, dance, and emulate invisible human bodies...

But even all these assumptions didn't address what he was seeing now: what was the pink glow? And what did it have to do with his spooge?