Vanessa watches in horror as things get worse

Vanessa gasped as she watched from the hallway. Apparently she wasn't the only one to be affected by this, because now there were other items of clothing hovering through the coffee shop. A white blouse and a pair of black leggings strutted toward Sean, clumsily trying to get Vanessa's phone to her. The barista turned the corner in her underwear, nearly tripping over Vanessa sitting in the hallway. Just before she tried the bathroom door, it clicked open, letting her in.

The barista wasn't in there for two seconds before she exclaimed, audible even from the hallway, "what the fuck!" The door opened back up again, but instead of the barista, the cleaning cart rolled out of the bathroom. Vanessa winced, watching the wet towels hovering over it, but they passed right by her in favor of terrorizing other customers. Only the yellow rubber gloves stayed behind, hovering down to Vanessa. One of them waved at her while the other traced a finger along her cheek.

"Oh my God, what do you want from me?" Vanessa shuddered, trying to slide away from the gloves. The right glove planted itself on the wall, stopping her from sliding backwards, while the left one shamelessly grabbed a handful of tit. Vanessa gasped again she was fondled by the rubber glove, grabbing onto it with both hands and trying to pull it away from her chest. She was shocked by how strong it was. Even trying to pull it away with both of her hands clamped on the wrist didn't seem to affect it a bit. Now the other glove joined its mate, grabbing her other breast and squeezing them together. Vanessa kept trying to pull the gloves away with one of her hands on each glove, but the rubbery fingers kept playing with her, and the thumbs began tweaking each of her nipples.

The bathroom door popped open once more, and the barista's bra came sailing out on its own. There was a cacophony in the coffee shop now, with people screaming and hooting in disbelief at the way the scene accelerated. As the bathroom door held itself open, Vanessa heard panting as the barista hovered out wearing only her black sneakers, socks, and a pair of red panties. One of her arms was clasped against her tits, trying to cover herself, while her other hand was clamped against her crotch.

As Vanessa watched her, she noticed that the barista's panties seem to be moving on their own, sliding and pulling against her even as she tried to stop the movement with her hand. The two locked eyes.

"What — what are they doing to us? How is this even —" The barista moaned, stopped mid-sentence as her hips thrust forward. As she sailed by Vanessa, the girl in the hall could see her red panties riding up her backside and playing against her asshole. Vanessa looked back at Sean, but by now the barista's outfit was standing behind him, one of its white sleeves wrapped around his neck as the legs of its stretch black pants wrapped around his thighs. Sean's pants were already around his ankles, fighting to get free, and his leather belt began snaking its way out of the loops. His own button down shirt was inflated to capacity, popping its buttons one by one.

In the meantime, Vanessa's phone was hovering all by itself. She watched it bob through the room, turning left then turning right before hovering toward her once more. On the screen, she could see the face of her friend Britney watching in awe as the hovering phone showed her the entire scene. Britney's face twisted in shock as she saw her friend Vanessa, eyes wide with fear as she was molested by a of haunted rubber gloves.

"Vanessa, is this some sort of joke? What the hell is going on?" Britney asked.