The outfit suddenly swells to exaggerated curves as the makeup kit hovers over!

You utter in a weak tone, “Lemme go...lemme…”

The outfit controls your body now, and it has no problem sashaying you in front of your mom’s big mirror. Once in front of the mirror, the latex gloves on your hands begin to feel up your body. As they do so, the fabric they touched begins to inflate.

It starts with your chest. The knit of the sweater inflates into exaggerated sexual proportions that only photoshop can create. You’re briefly hypnotized by the watermelon-sized tits on your chest. The gloves seem to sense this, and your right hand is **** to pinch a nipple of the ghostly black knit. Somehow you’re able to feel the pinch surging through your own nipple, as if the big boobs in the sweater were your own.

A stool pulls itself away from your mom’s vanity, and the leggings sit you down. You feel your rear plump up when it happens--not your rear, of course--but that of the leggings. Like the sweater, you can feel the huge curves of the leggings pressing against the stool, but your butt itself is suspended inside the inflated leggings, played with by the living panties.

In the mirror, you watch as various makeup supplies on your mom’s dresser float up into the air and hover over to you. A tube of dark red lipstick pops off its lid, apparently drawing a pair of lips straight in the air. A chill comes over you for a moment when the lips float in the air, smiling at you for a few moments before they quickly dash and place themselves on your own lips.

You hear a ‘smack’ sound when the ghostly lips touch yours, as if a phantom kiss is there and gone. Now, as you stare at the vanity mirror, your lips close and form a smile...all on their own! Now you’ve lost total control--you can’t even speak through your closed lips.

You look in the mirror, only in control of your eyes now. Your hands dart down to your chest, where your possessed gloves grab the unreal tits in the sweater. You can see the emptiness through the tiny holes in the stretched knit, but nevertheless you feel every lift--every bob and squeeze of the ghostly prosthetics.

You let out a moan through smiling, locked lips, but there’s a hopeless worry in your eyes now. The microfiber panties are supernaturally wrapped around your cock, pushing and pulling as the fabric at the rear wedges and gathers and pokes, playing around your asshole.

There’s more coming out of your mom’s closet, but now it seems to be more than clothes.

Three wigs emerge, bobbing through the air and over to the mirror. Your eyes dart from wig to wig, and the smile on your lips widens, showing your teeth in a stupid grin. At least you can squeeze a couple syllables out now.

“uuat are you doing to ee--en uuat da FUH is uuith da uuigs?”

Your lips snap shut, and one of your gloved hands raise a finger to your dark red lips. One of the three wigs, a long-haired wig nearly your own sandy blonde color places itself on your head. It didn’t matter much as you didn’t have control of your hands anyway, but you could feel strands weaving through the scalp of the wig, weaving with your own shaggy locks. Before long, your head moved on its own--side to side, up and down, tilting one way and the other.

It was one more degree of control. You tried to turn your head but found resistance in every part of your scalp. The wig was forcing your head in place!

Stop this! You screamed in thought, trying to growl it out in your throat at the same time. In response, a thin scarf was neatly tied itself around your neck. It tightened once, snugly and softly--but ominous enough that you quickly felt uncomfortable about it. You were losing control step by step, and threatened--it was a threat, wasn’t it?--when you resisted even in the few feeble forms of expression you had remaining.

“We’re sorry, darling, but we did give you several chances to do what we wanted,” A woman’s voice said. Your stunned eyes looked forward at the mirror to see that that voice was using your own mouth. The smile curled over your lips again, and in a split second you saw something--some other face in the mirror.

Aligned at the lips, you saw the face of a gorgeous young woman with wild eyes and rouged cheeks. Some perverted relief came over you, and at least one of your heads was satisfied with the situation if, indeed, it was the sex kitten in your vision that was slowly possessing you.

“Ah, you see? There’s no need to be melodramatic. We like you, baby. You’re going to help us.” The lips hang open on ‘us’, and the hovering tube of lipstick returns, reapplying the dark red coating. Your lips open slowly as you stare in the mirror. “You’re mine now.”

The shiny leggings encasing your legs bulge, leaning forward on their haunches. Your left hand reaches back to slap your exaggerated behind, and you feel the sting of it, just like the invisible boobs on your chest. Now a tube of mascara, various tiny brushes, puffs and powders start taking to flight, hovering in front of you and applying themselves at will.

Your hands grab the massive tits of the sweater again, and you’re lost in the swimming rush, **** to feel yourself up as a pair of microfiber panties seem intent on milking you.

As the makeup application finished, the voice spoke again.

“It would have been easy for you to read a couple little spells for us, but you had to be naughty...so we’re taking over this body.” The gloves **** your hands down to the leggings again, which swelled into tighter metallic curves, keeping you magically suspended in the middle of them, sheathed with invisible ****. One of the gloves explores the crotch, and it swells into a cameltoe, making you inwardly gasp when your possessed fingers run over it.

You can feel your cock magically stroked by the microfiber panties as well as the emulated pussy inflated to the invading ****’s liking. There’s something so amazing about the things this magic is showing you, but it’s also starting to feel more dangerous.

“Once you learn the pecking order to our satisfaction, maybe we’ll give your body back.” Your tongue licks your lipstick-covered lips for a moment, showing that almost everything’s fallen to the voice’s control when she warns, “But if you keep being disobedient, maybe we’ll keep it for ourselves.”

Oh crap... you think. You hear the sounds of some lightweight things shuffling around behind you. The book hovers in front of you again, flipping to a page with deliberate speed.

What are you planning? You mentally ask, trying to focus on the thoughts. What’s going on behind us? The outfit stands you up and turns you around. The voice chuckles for a few moments before it answers.

“We figured on ya cooperating if we just offered raw carnal pleasure, but apparently ya can’t just jump straight there--so we’re gonna help.” A wireless webcam hovers in front of you, and your image appears on the screen. “Since you decided to be a big ol’ party pooper, we had an idea of how to help us spread more quickly. Us clothes are gonna do something special for the cameras...and you’re gonna find out exactly how powerful your technology is when a little magic is applied.”

The hands caress your erection as the voice continues, “I think maybe an hour or so is good fer now--we’re gonna do it when you’re ready again anyway.”