A familiar orange shape...

Kevin walked into the building of the rest area, suddenly feeling alone despite the fact that Siri, Persia, and the light grip of the invisible hands still ringed his limbs. He was the only human that seemed to be by himself, which made him a little nervous. He couldn't tell what was watching him and what wasn't, since most of the figures didn't exactly have eyes or heads, but he could feel the attention.

"Uh...where do I go?" He whispered, looking around. The layout was pretty standard for a rest stop, a couple different options for food along with a little general store...but the patronage at each place was a little intimidating.

"Wherever you want to go, silly," Siri said from his pocket. "I mean, we can pick for you if you really want us to, but I don't really have any opinions about food." Kevin wasn't sure that he did either. He figured he should eat something, but he didn't want it to be heavy...or messy. Something simple.

"Maybe just...something starchy and a soft drink?" Kevin said, looking up at a fast food counter that was mostly empty. "Like fries or chips?"

He couldn't help but notice a group of jeans striding toward the entrance he was standing inside of. They were all coming from the a specialty coffee stand, their steaming beverages hovering just below his chest level...but the group was literally just jeans, as far as he could tell. He didn't really understand what a pair of jeans would need from caffeine--or where, exactly, the coffee went as the disposable cups tipped back. It didn't make any sense to him.

The shape of said jeans, though? That made enough sense to part of him, and that's mostly what he focused on. He strode forward, glancing at the various shapes as they came closer. Two were straight skinny jeans, tight as could be, and he could see every inch of motion and flex as their cuffs settled just above the ground with each step. A couple more pairs were wider, curvier, and tapering into shapely thighs and calves. A fifth pair, taking up the rear, was enormous. The hips tilted hard with every step, and Kevin couldn't help but stare into the waist as they got closer, watching the bulging hollow legs folding under the curve of their unseen butt as they walked.

Kevin's own gentle bindings held firm as the last pair turned toward him.

"See something you like, honey?" The jeans asked. The legs drew themselves together and did something like a pose.

"I, uh..."

"Don't mind him, he's new," Siri said from his pocket.

"You better keep an eye on him...with big, curious doe eyes like that, he's bound to be swept up by a big girl looking to party." The jeans turned their profile to Kevin, bending over and accentuating their ass in the stretch denim. Kevin didn't really turn away.

"Oh, I know. Especially at a place like this."

"Have fun!" The jeans said, striding away and catching up with their friends.

"I should probably work on my subtlety, huh?" Kevin said.

"Or your vocabulary, since you couldn't seem to get a word out in front of her," Siri said.

"I'm not...exactly sure what I'm allowed to do or say," Kevin answered quietly as he walked toward the shop. Siri laughed.

"That's a little melodramatic," she said. "You've held plenty of conversations with no issue...maybe even gotten a little special attention out of the transaction," She said. Persia must have heard this, because she seemed to punctuate this with a little silken tug on him beneath his clothes. "Speak when spoken to, feel when...well, I guess I should say reciprocate when the invitation is implied," She corrected.

"Implied," Kevin laughed. "And if I read the wrong signal, I'm gonna pay for it."

"I like to think I'm pretty tolerant of the learning process, having started as an assistance program," She replied as they walked into the store. "There are plenty of us with less patience, trust me." As with the rest of the facility, Kevin spotted curvaceous outfits, showy single items, and even a few humans--though this time he seemed to be the only male in his line of sight. He went for a bag of chips, and the item he was reaching toward hovered off the shelf before he could get to it. "You can just tell me what you'd like," Siri said. "I'm handling the transaction anyway." She slid out of his pocket, displaying a purchasing app to him.

"Thanks," Kevin said, smiling at the phone. He headed toward the drinks, thinking about going for a soda, but thinking about how jittery he already was. "Maybe just an unsweetened green tea?" He asked. The fridge case slid open, and one hovered out to join his bag of chips. "I dunno if I'll ever get used to seeing that," Kevin said. "Doesn't it use a lot of energy, or something? Making things just float around like that if you're just a phone?" He realized his mistake immediately. "I--I didn't mean just--"

"There's water in the air, right?" Siri said, seeming to ignore his unintentional slight. "Even if you're just a solid and you can't make make immediate use of it? Kevin nodded. "It's kind of the same way with energy. It's always around. We just know how to use it to our advantages," She said. "Hey, look who it is."

When the phone turned toward the counter, Kevin saw her. Gina...this time with a few of her friends. A couple empty outfits, like her--and two women--a latina and a black woman. They all seemed to be joking with each other, and Kevin couldn't help but notice the brown-haired, dark-eyed latina look down at herself when she was saying something...as if she was speaking with her own clothing.

Gina's shoulder strap seemed to wave to Kevin, seeing him looking at the group. Kevin waved back at the empty orange overalls, and both the women looked up at him--the latina raising her eyebrows.

"Here, you can practice your social skills again." Siri said. Kevin felt a hand at his back, shoving him forward. "Just don't promise them any company right now...we have to catch up with Dora first, or she'll never trust me with her things again!"

Siri trailed him and the floating snacks as he approached the checkout.

"Well, hello again," Gina said, bouncing a little as she said it. "Did you change your mind about letting him come along?" Once again, Kevin realized he was being talked about and not to.

"Well, you know I wouldn't mind," Kevin started in, "but it's not really up to me. We're just here to get me some food."

"That's really a shame. My friends put on a really nice show, they like an audience, and they'd let you watch while you and I...socialize," Gina said, turning to the latina. She gasped, biting her lip as her breasts seemed to perk up on their own. Kevin couldn't keep his eyes from the sight, and just as he glanced he watched as the underside of her breasts seemed to deform with invisible fingers lifting her tits and jiggling them.

The latina giggled a little, blushing as she looked down at Kevin's crotch.

He knew what she was looking at. Persia stood him straight up in his pants now, tenting conspicuously. An outfit consisting of a red PVC halter top and a tight denim skirt stepped behind the black girl in a white tee and black leather pants. She tilted her head to one side, and Kevin watched slow, subtle impressions move up it with the telltale sounds of a pair of gently smacking lips.

"Maybe...we can do both," Siri said, hovering to the register and paying for the food. An otherwise silent hovering visor simply nodded when the transaction was complete. "Wait for my text, though? She's a little sensitive, and I want our friend down there to sell this idea to her instead of me."

Kevin felt himself tugged to the left by his most forward-facing part, and he followed Persia's lead with little more than a surprised sound.

"Mmm...good luck," The black girl whispered as he stammered past her, the collar of her white tee apparently massaging her as she continued to be kissed by invisible lips.

When Kevin thought they were out of earshot, he gulped, trying not to look down at the tent in his pants, even though he could feel other outfits watching him.

"I thought we weren't trying to promise anything," Kevin said.

"Relax," Siri said. "Solving problems is what I do...and we have a plan."

"We?" Kevin asked. Persia quietly responded by tugging on him again, and he felt the back of his underwear rise up on the small of his back at the same time, making him squirm a little while he walked. The trip back to Dora seemed excruciating. He didn't know what to expect from an upset 'living' SUV if she didn't happen to like the plan.

The back door opened by itself, and just as Kevin raised his leg to get in, he noticed that the seats were all folded down now. He was lifted off of his feet and sent hovering into the vehicle--and the sensation was disorienting enough that he didn't attempt to resist or correct himself.

"Now then, are we ready for a little joyride?" The voice from the front said. Kevin looked down to notice something had been rolled out along the back seats--some kind of collapsible mattress with a comforter, or something--though no part of him descended to touch it.

"About that," Siri said, hovering into the front. "I don't want to tap your brakes or anything, but...Persia, you should tell her." Kevin moaned a little as he felt the slithering fabric shift around him, and his fly opened as the silky scarf snaked out and toward the front of the vehicle. He was left suspended in midair, his toes pointed toward the front of the cabin.

"Tell me what?" Dora said, sounding upset. I know your type think you're so smart, but I wanted to take the lead on this one just once, and..." Kevin's shoes began untying themselves as he watched Persia slither around the steering wheel, looping around it. "Oh!" Dora said. "Oh, wow...he was like that the whole time? Uh...huh..."

Kevin couldn't hear Persia's side of this clandestine conversation, and he wondered if her former direction by Dora was a factor in that.

"Well...I guess that does still technically leave me in charge," Dora said. "Okay, Persia--you sold me. Siri, tell miss Gina that if she doesn't mind me taking point on both of them...then I'm game." Kevin heard a muffled laugh from the silky scarf, and Siri's screen glowed pink in reaction to the news.

"Ha! It's a deal, Dora. Pull around to the last pavilion and point your lights at the benches," Siri said. Gina says she can't wait to meet you."

Kevin's shoes hovered off his feet and into the front, where they placed themselves on the floor of the passenger's side. Persia unwrapped herself from the steering wheel and sailed straight up one of Kevin's pantlegs, making him chuckle until one of her silky ends dug into his inner thigh to get between him and his briefs.

Then he started laughing uncontrollably. That is, until Persia's unnamed friend began coiling around his shoulders, neck, head, and finally over his mouth...