April might have more fun than she thinks

April did her best to get free of her boyfriend's outfit, but struggling against the sleeve wrapped around her waist seemed to be futile. She was being held—gently, she had to admit, atop the shirt's shoulder—and if she wasn't mistaken, it was taking a puffier, more muscular form than Ryan's.

“What do you want from me?!” April shrieked. “Put me DOWN!” Kicking and flailing didn't seem to do her any good, and the people watching the empty outfit only did so for a couple of seconds before laying their eyes on something further down the corridor. There were a few gasps and guffaws, but it wasn't long before people either started quickly heading in the other direction, or freezing solid as they stared at the anomaly.

April tried to get a good look behind her—but she was only able to do so when she stopped fighting against the outfit carrying her.

“Is—is it a prank?” A red-headed woman with a handful of shopping bags asked, looking right at April and distracting her from her view back down the corridor. “I mean, I've seen 'gotcha' stuff like this on TV, but nothing quite this elaborate.”

“Are you serious?!” April shouted back at her. “Do you SEE the empty clothing carrying me?”

Just then, the woman turned down the corridor where the others had been looking and screamed. April followed her gaze and understood why.

Now, there were dozens—maybe a hundred articles and outfits of clothes, walking, running, and flying in her direction. Apparently Ryan's outfit was simply the vanguard of a much bigger thing happening.

The screaming woman fled into a women's plus-size outlet, and April watched as the dispersing clothing crowd outran, engulfed, and overtook most of the people who were attempting to get away from them, swooping up the corridor to catch and surpass Ryan's outfit.

April wasn't even sure whether any of the affected clothing had actually gone into the plus-size boutique, but even so, now the same fleeing woman tried to escape the store she'd just run into, followed by a flock of ludicrously-sized jeans. The captive April forgot about her own predicament for a second, thinking to herself that no one wearing a size 22 pair of pants was going to fill them as proportionately or flatteringly as these looked. They weren't lumpy or overstretched in all the wrong places. These figures—invisible as they were—made her think of something like giants; maybe amazon warriors. Their massive denim-covered asses tapered to smoothly-filled thighs, bending on proportionate knee joints and ending with impressive bulging calves.

April watched as three pairs of the jeans surrounded the woman and slammed their hips against her all at the same time, trapping her in place. The woman squealed again, looking down inside the huge empty jeans before trying to pull them away from her. She grabbed the empty waistbands with her hands and attempted to push them away, which had no effect at all. The woman managed to squeak out a few words as all three of the pairs of jeans lifted off the ground in perfect synchronicity, carrying the woman with them like a three-pronged denim clamp.

“Help m—oh my goodness...” As the woman hovered into the air, her designer-looking blouse began unbuttoning itself. Her hands went from the waistbands of the jeans to the sides of her blouse, attempting to prevent them from opening. April continued to watch the woman as the three pairs of full figured denim jeans carried her in the air parallel to the direction Ryan's outfit was walking April.

She looked back at the store to see a woman with massive tits literally bouncing out on her ass. April guessed that a pair of overinflated black work slacks were the culprit. The woman was dressed in nothing but a black bra and black pants, her toes pointed up and out as she was bounced on her butt through the corridor of the mall. Another woman ran out naked, followed by an entourage of figure-shaping lingerie and a line of thick-calved boots.

Ahead of April, she could now see as the commotion was coming from the other direction. Apparently it didn't matter where all this had started; it was happening everywhere. She saw a black haired girl in pigtails and a black band T-shirt flying out of another store selling alternative clothing. Unlike most of the others, April heard the girl giggling to herself as she was lifted out of the store in a seated position in a pair of glossy red vinyl pants. She swore she heard the girl mumble 'let's go find some guys to mess with' before sailing off in the other direction with a fleet of corsetry and garish novelty vinyl underwear.

Suddenly, Ryan's clothes began bearing left, where April saw a closed steel gate—the open air type where, even closed—one could see all the merchandise inside. As soon as Ryan's clothing approached, the shutter began opening itself, and the outfit carried April inside. The full-figured jeans weren't far behind, and they bobbed in carrying the fashion forward woman they had trapped. By now, her blouse had fluttered off somewhere else in the mall, leaving her in nothing but a bra.

The third woman, bounding on her ass all the way up the corridor door behind the other two captive ladies finally settled on the tile floor just outside the lingerie boutique. As the steel shutter began closing again, the dumbfounded woman assumed her fate would take her elsewhere, but her bouncing pants had another idea.

She gasped as she began sliding toward the aperture as the steel shutter slowly came down. It showed no signs of slowing as she passed under it, the steel bar at the bottom missing her head by inches and grazing just by her hair as if to give her a start.

The full-figured woman held the cups of her bra in one arm as she smoothed her ponytailed hair back with the other, taking a deep breath as she looked back towards the steel shutter. Ryan's clothes set April down on the cool tile floor of the main aisle in the lingerie store. Surrounding the three women were thousands of sets of bras and panties, garter belts, stockings, teddies, sleepwear, and other exotic lingerie. At first, none of them seemed to be alive, but then the women spotted a pink satin bra and matching panties saunter out from behind one of the racks of nightgowns and silky robes.

"Are-are we the only ones here?" The full-figured blonde asked. The woman trapped between the plus-size jeans was still too rattled to answer even after she was set down just as April had been.

"Well, obviously they're here too," April said, motioning to the bra and panty set approaching them. The redhead gasped as she saw a silk camisole and pajama pant set emerge from behind another display.

“And they're definitely not alone, either," the redhead said, finally gathering herself enough to speak. The blonde in the ponytail cooed a little bit as her pants lifted her right off the ground and into a standing position like the other two women. "How — and why – is all of this happening?" She asked, feeling up the seat of her own pants as if tactile exploration was going to give her some kind of answer.

"I have no idea,” April said, "but they seem to all have plans, for better or for worse…" She turned to Ryan's outfit and waved her hand in front of where his face would be if he were actually wearing them. "My boyfriend's clothes brought me here," April continued. "Everyone else's clothes seemed to turn against them – but for whatever reason, these things grabbed me and brought me here." She looked around cautiously as the ladies were approached by the two animated sets. "And do you guys hear something?" It was faint — hard to hear over the commotion still happening right outside the gate — but once April focused on it, she could tell it was absolutely human.

"Where are the staff?" The voluptuous blonde asked. "Do you think maybe they gotta — a – away?" She looked down at her chest as her black bra began bouncing her tits up and down. It was slow and subtle at first, but before long they were jiggling as if she were rocking her body back and forth. April on the redhead watched, mesmerized for a few seconds before they both felt sheepish for doing so.

A moan came from their left. At first, April could tell whether it was the sound of struggle, but whatever it was certainly sounded muffled. She heard two more very audible moaning sounds, and now all three women were staring at the far wall of the lingerie boutique where the doorway to the dressing rooms stood.

"Should we go-oh-ooooh...” The blonde tried to maintain her composure, grabbing her bouncing cups and trying to still them. "Geez...these things really don't give it a rest. I —” The blonde gasped as her black work slacks shot down her hips, exposing her satiny black control panties. "I mean, I'd apologize if I had any control over this stuff, but...oooohhh!” The blonde clamped a hand over her crotch, but not before April the redhead both witnessed her shapely underwear suctioning against her pussy lips and playing with her clit. “Mmmmm...” The blonde's eyes rolled back as she let out a sigh, her full coverage panties lifting her curvy body into the air. “Ooooh...” She looked down at the other two women as her bra cups began the bouncing anew. April swore that she gave a little shrug before clamping one of her own hands around a triple-D cup and squeezed. Her other hand was shamelessly against her crotch, but it wasn't in such a position that she was trying to hide it any longer. Instead, she began playing against the tight shiny material with her middle finger.

"Hey, you think it's really a good idea to encourage them?" The redhead cried, taking a step backwards and considering her options. There were, after all, only three living outfits in here as far as she could tell.

"You've seen everything I've seen," the blonde replied, smiling now. "It doesn't really seem like we can stop these things from getting what they want. And right now…" The blonde shamelessly took her tits in her hands and squeezed her bra cups together, "what they seem to want isn't really all that bad." The redhead looked at April.

"Well, I don't care what they want. Whatever's controlling these things, I'm not just some sort of human toy. Right?" She seemed to be asking April for confirmation, but April's attention was still at the far wall, near the dressing rooms.

"I want to know what that sound is…" April said, slowly walking back toward the lighted archway. She looked back to see if any of the present living outfits were following her, but they all held their ground. That is, except for the curvy blonde, who seemed to bob after her.

As the two women headed toward the dressing rooms-- the blonde happily continuing to feel herself up with the assistance of her empowered underwear, the redhead started following behind until her path was blocked by both the pink bra and panty set and the pajama set.

"I'm just going with them, let me through – ooh...” The redhead's bra finally came to life and lifted her tits, squeezing them together as her underwear rode up on her. Her pants were still on, and now she could hear stitches popping as they hyperinflated themselves with emptiness. "Hey – careful with those," she warned, holding her hands against their sides even answer bra continued messing with her tits. "What's gotten into all these clothes anyway? Obviously it goes beyond coming to life just to frighten us if — oh God…" The crotch of her panties danced against her clit as the fabric at her rear teased against her asshole. "You know, you could at least have the decency to take a lady in private…" The redhead muttered as April turned around.

"Mmmm... that didn't take long," the blonde chuckled, still hovering in the air as she turned to face the redhead. April looked back and forth between the two women and looked back toward the dressing room, where she swore she could clearly hear a muffled 'uh-huh' coming from one of the oversized dressing stalls. In fact, now that she was closer, she could hear more than one muffled voice. None of them sounded particularly like they were in any agony. April turned back to the pink bra and panty set which had moved except to turn and face them.

"You may as well show off the rest of your collection," April said, shrugging. "You're already messing with everyone else right out in the open." April gasped as she was lifted into the air by her underwear. What felt like fingertips teased around the cups of her bra, spiraling toward her nipples. She sighed as the fabric of her panties played against her clit. Unlike the other two women, April didn't join in or fight. She just let the sensations carry her, knowing at this point that her own input was essentially meaningless to these insistent clothes. Whatever was motivating them, the distinctly human reactions of fear, lust, confusion, and dread of the unknown seemed to be high on the list. If lust was going to be prime on that list, April decided it was probably the easiest one to handle — and possibly the one through which she stood to learn the most about what was happening.

After all, whatever was controlling these clothes seemed to meet up with her request. The latches of the dressing room stalls all opened, and out hovered three extremely attractive women — exactly the type of young women a lingerie store like this would employ. One of them had a wad of fabric in her mouth, and a wide satin sash tied around her eyes. She was dangled in a silken white gown that would simply draped over her under normal circumstances — but here it wrapped all around her curves as pairs of invisible hands seemed to explore her body. A fine brush ran through her hair, and a pair of delicate red leather driving gloves played against the soles of her feet. She was far from resistant… In fact, she seemed to be quietly reveling in her restraint and total loss of control.

The next woman was moaning into a black camisole pulled tightly around her head. A sheer bodysuit explored her every curve, and even in her current circumstance, April was scandalized to see the open crotch of the lingerie occupied by what looked like a clear hollow condom, slowly and lovingly penetrating her pussy with its long slightly-curved cock.

The third woman was gagged as well, this time with either pantyhose or stockings wrapped around her head spreading her jaws like a gag as a result of their placement. All four of her limbs were zipped in to boots tight enough to constrain them, holding her on a sort of invisible St. Andrew's Cross as a pair of glossy pantyhose scissored against her, their toes facing skyward as the gusset of the hose mashed against her clit.

Even with the sensations gaining on her, April was deep in thought. She was considering the situation and its insane development before she realized it… Somehow, these haunted clothes chose all six of these women to stay here and be part of whatever was about to come next.