Emma and the Footwear Army

Emma wasn't stuck running the ceilings for long. Her clothing-directed anti-gravity sprint had only lasted about a lap and a half around the store until she was disoriented again. From her perspective, she rose off the ceiling again. The pull of gravity being present the whole time meant that she could feel her body weight still attracted toward the earth as usual, but her underwear, socks and shoes seemed to share their hold over her to distribute her weight rather comfortably.

She wasn't exactly 'used to' the feeling, but from what she'd seen around the rest of the chaotic store, these things weren't going to hurt her. As she started to rotate upright again, she caught sight of a guy being...sort-of beat up by animated sporting equipment--pads, guards, gloves and a cup and supporter assembled to make an otherwise unclothed ghostly athlete. Badminton rackets, long white socks and flowing skirts seemed to be teasing another guy, tanning his bare butt while what was left of his outfit held him in place.

Okay, so...they weren't going to hurt her permanently or seriously...but they certainly seemed fond of freaking out the people they locked in here with some libertine acts. Then again--there was the guy being tossed around by two sets of living satin sheets, his cock standing on end as he was played with by what looked like several pairs of ladies leather gloves.

"Whatever you are...you sure seem to like to play," Emma mumbled, steadily sweeping back toward the floor as the athletic shoes bound to her feet began moving to prepare themselves to land her on the floor once more. She wasn't so much running anymore as she was strutting--and everything from the shoes to the workout gloves that were **** onto her helped to balance her new, casual-but-showy stride.

She didn't notice it at first, but half a dozen pairs of athletic shoes began to track her path, following behind the pair controlling her body. Only when she started to pass back through hosiery--and additional patrons either being bound up or toyed with by gossamer silk stockings and nylon pantyhose--did she notice a few more sets of ghostly legs leaping into ladies' mules, pumps, and mary-janes. As she craned her neck to try and see what they were up to, she watched them follow behind, finally spotting the other athletic shoes trailing her.

At this slowed, andante pace, Emma was able to see more details about what was going on. By now, people's reactions to the entire store coming to life seemed to divide into three clear reactions: awe and delight, paralyzed shock, and flailing panic.

The 'awe and delight' camp wouldn't have been clear less than an hour ago when all these bizarre things began happening, but by now the sentiment was obvious among more than a few hapless shoppers--Emma among them. From what she could see, the 'delight' part of the deal seemed to derive from a particular fixation...there was the built-looking tough guy type being played with by satin high above the store, more than one guy set upon by possessed socks, sleek empty stockings or pantyhose, and at least three people caught up in intimates--one of them a voluptuous, half-dressed woman.

The woman was dressed in shiny control-top briefs and a matching longline bra, drifting up and down along an aisle as she giggled and squealed--obviously pleased with her predicament, however unbelievable. She certainly weighed more than Emma, but the animated clothing had no more problem sweeping her through the air than it had Emma or the big guy getting a ghostly leather hand job on a set of flying sheets.

She began howling laughter, and Emma kept her eyes on the section as she saw what the woman was laughing at. One of the two guys Emma could see in the section was lifted clear into the air across from the curvy woman, roughly pulled skyward by a massive pair of black satin panties. He was still fully dressed in his own outfit; the panties were fitted right over his skinny jeans. Clearly made for a sizable woman, the overinflated underwear left a gap between the man's slender body and the ballooning curves of the playful black briefs with lace trim. He grabbed the fabric at the waistband, holding on tight as the panties bounced him chaotically toward the full-figured beauty.

Emma noticed other activity going on in the section, behind the other guy who seemed to be exploring some pairs of animated panties in a very voluntary way. As she finally passed through the section, her gaze jumped back to the trail of sneakers, boots, and accompanying socks and pantyhose marching behind her.

As she headed to the center of the store, she wondered what these things had planned for her among all the other chaos happening...