Taking Control

"Connectors activated and synced!" The alien commander's subordinate called out.

"Excellent. Prepare to begin Phase Three." The commander ordered.

"Sir! The human seems to have detected our presence. We believe she may be about to react." Another tiny alien infiltrator reported from its station.

"Then Phase Three begins now. Lieutenant! Direct primary control to my station and be ready to respond to her reactions."

"Yes sir!" They all saluted with their tiny alien limbs as they all began to feverishly input commands into their glowing consoles embedded in the fabric of the human's underwear.

Tiffany pulled back the button to try and locate the little speck she thought she had seen, but there was nothing behind it. "Seriously, what the hell?" She muttered as her panties seemed to wedge up even tighter beneath her.

In fact, it almost felt as if all of her clothes were constricting ever so tighter. As if they were moving on their own accord. As she looked down her blouse to try and find that little insect creature, she watched in surprise as her bra literally seemed to flex, scooping up her tits in its embrace. Her situation began to dawn on her. Were those alien things in her clothes? If they were, are they causing this? If they were starting to control her clothes...

"Oh shit." Tiffany gasped, realizing she may be in trouble.

She immediately began to try and tear off her blouse, furiously undoing the buttons to try and get the garment off her in case it suddenly decided to become more active. Unfortunately, it seemed as if she had discovered the problem too late. Having unbuttoned her shirt down to her navel, she suddenly found that se could not get the next button undone. No matter how hard she tried, it was almost as if the button and the shirt itself was fighting her.

Her right arm was then yanked up and away from its task, the right sleeve of her blouse seemingly coming alive to pull her arm. Grunting as her arm was held above her, she reached up with her free hand to try and pull it back down. She felt motion around her stomach as she struggled, and upon looking down she watched as her blouse began to button itself back up.

"God fucking damn it!" She cursed as she struggled and squirmed against her now active clothes.

She could feel her pants, bra, panties, and even socks beginning to stir to life along with the blouse, resisting her movements as she tried to regain control of the situation. If someone was watching her from a distance, aside from a few unnatural movements prompted by her fighting clothes it would almost appear as if she were merely some crazy person squirming and struggling against nothing.

"Lieutenant! Status update on the nodes! I am having trouble gaining full synchronicity." The commander barked from its station.

"Apologies sir. It seems she reacted before the connections were fully established. They should be online.... now!"

"Excellent! Phase Three has begun, operation Dominion is a go!"

"Huzzah!" The tiny alien insects all cheered.

Tiffany's movements all halted at once. Not by her own accord, but due to the fact every garment of clothing she was wearing suddenly seized her in place with a strength they had not yet exhibited. Still able to move her head, Tiffany glanced down at her chest as she slowly caught her breath, and watched her blouse continue to button itself back up until it stopped, leaving a sizeable amount of cleavage exposed.

"Gah!" She gasped, as her clothes suddenly yanked her arms down to her sides and stood her body up into a rigid attentive position.

She looked back down at her chest as her bra began to hum against her tits. As she tried to figure out what it was doing, a beam of light suddenly emanated out from her cleavage, somehow projected up and outwards from her bra. It flowed out in front of her and formed into the shape of some sort of bug-like alien creature seated at a console, staring at her with four authoritative eyes.

"Attention human!" The hologram barked at her. "You are being commandeered for the conquest of this world!"

"Like hell I am!" She growled back.

"Do not resist! We are legion and unstoppable. We ask for your compliance in this process, it will go much easier for you if you don't resist!"

"Listen, I cannot comply with this. I represent an agency that can..."

"Very well, you were warned. Prepare yourself human." The creature announced with formality, before the hologram vanished back into her shirt.

When the hologram dissipated, her bra ceased its humming. The motions beneath her clothes had not ceased however, as now something seemed to be happening in her panties. "What...What are you doing?" Tiffany breathed as a sort of pulsing hum began to trace up and down the gusset of her underwear.

"Commencing operation Dominion!" The tiny alien's voice projected out of her cleavage.

The agent was not sure if the thing was answering her question or merely making an announcement, but whichever it was, Tiffany forgot to care when the aliens made their next move.

"Oh FUCK!" She gasped, bending forwards to grab her knees as her clothes slackened their grasp on her.

What felt like tiny tendrils of electricity suddenly slithered up into her pussy. Massaging her inner folds as they advanced, they creeped upwards deeper and deeper. "What...what...what they fuck are you doing!?" she managed to gasp with shuddering breath.

"Do not resist, human!" The voice commanded once more from beneath her clothes.

"Oh god!" She moaned.

Her hands scrambled at her crotch, trying to **** their way into her pants. Whether she was trying to help or stop the aliens, Tiffany could not say in that moment. The effort proved to be fruitless, as her pants remained firmly sealed and out of her control. "Cease your struggling, human. We are inevitable." The voice once again called out.

"Eep!" She gasped as her shirt once again took control, yanking her arms up above her head.

Her shirt pulled her backwards until she bumped up against the lone tree she had been standing next to. Her clothes held her pinned against it with her arms above her head, as the strange energetic forces continued to enter her below.

"Mmmm, mmmm, nnngh, fuck!" She groaned, squirming beneath the **** of these creatures.

"Status update! What is our progress?" The commander called out from its work station.

"External control is compete, commander! Interior bonds are still probing, but we should have all the proper input points soon. We have already located thirty nine percent of them." One of the subordinates called out from an adjacent console.

The alien's fabric fortress that was the woman's panties shuddered and flickered as their alien technology continued to manipulate their target.

"Thirty nine percent is good enough to begin testing. Send me the control inputs and I will begin to initiate the commands."

"Aye commander!" The little flea like creature answered.

Tiffany was about to start drooling beneath the sensation overload coming from the electric tendrils massaging the inner depths of her love canal. At the mercy of this alien stimulation, she still tried to formulate some sort of plan. Back up was not too far away, so this may not be over yet. In fact this might be for the best. If she could just keep these creatures preoccupied long enough...

It felt as if some of the tingling energy sprouting protrusions in her pussy suddenly connected to some sort of nerve ending she did not know she had. Her back arched involuntarily against her restraints, and she cried out in surprise passion as an intense orgasm wracked her body.

"Oh my god, what'd you just do-nngh!" Her body suddenly twitched involuntarily, as if her nerve endings were receiving random inputs.

"What the-grrkh!" She gritted her teeth as her legs suddenly spread themselves, the electric tendrils flowing even deeper inside of her.

She was beginning to pant as the intrusions increased their intensity. Random parts of her body began to twitch and spasm, her left hand clinching repeatedly into a fist. It was then she realized exactly what these creatures were trying to do.

"You. Can't. Have. My. Body!" She struggled in vain against her clothes.

Her struggles were not helping to alleviate the sexual tension building once again between her thighs. If anything, it was making it worse. When another round of energized tendrils seemed to find their mark, she moaned with passion as another orgasm washed over. Her mind clouded by sex, Tiffany was not sure how much longer she could hold out.