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Panic was all around the store now, save for a few customers reveling in the unreal attention being cast upon them by the possessed clothing. One of the bigger guys who managed to get away from his own outfit decided that he was going to try to use a fire ax to hack through one of the walls at the rear of the store. The steel shutters in front certainly weren't an option, and the heavy fire door in the rear was just as metallic-and despite opening out with an easy push bar, it wouldn't budge.

He broke a now-empty rack extension off the wall and attempted to slam it against the glass, the but the fire ax housing surprised him as its lock spun and the housing flipped open on its own. The rack extension made a low thud against the oak handle of the ax, and before he could gather his senses to try to take the imposing tool—it lifted from its seating and raised itself up...the blade facing him.

He stumbled backward, tripping over a knocked-over display. As he prepared to brace himself for the fall as best as he could, he was swallowed up with a sheet terry cloth jutting under him. His arms were pulled closely against his body as he was lifted up, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring down at a fluffy navy-colored bathrobe. It was swaddling him, holding him parallel to the ground as the thick terry sash cinched itself around his body. The ax bobbed away, bouncing down an aisle on its own—apparently looking for other people to mess with.

When the man tried to use brute **** to free his arms, the sash pulled tighter, locking his lower forearms against his hips. The robe oriented him upright, and and it began striding forward, the empty sleeves filled with air and moved like a pair of cartoon arms, swinging in time with the strides. The robe was walking him around with him in it—keeping his kicking feet from the floor by a few inches.

He shot a confused look to a custodian's cart rolling along the floor, watching as a pair of work gloves went to their duties, casually standing the display back up again. He wondered what kind of ghosts cleaned up after themselves as he was paraded through a main aisle by the fluffy robe.

It bobbed him over to the shoe department, where he watched work boots and men's sneakers tying themselves around pairs of thick socks. At least one other guy was strapped to a bench by hundreds of strands of shoelaces which had burst from their packaging. A tennis shoe was pressing down on his chest as its mate had itself overturned, muffling his nose and mouth. The man in the rope made a wincing face as he passed by the bench, watching as high heels, tennis shoes, boots, and trainers began leaping up onto the body of the man strapped to the bench. They didn't seem to be stopping in with any brutal ****, but all the same, the oddity struck fear into the man being carried away by the robe. He had no idea what these things had planned for him.

Two aisles down, at the end of the women's shoe department, the man watched as a rather attractive middle-aged woman in her underwear was surrounded by pairs of women's athletic sneakers. Even as the hovering robe passed by her, he craned his neck as she seemed to kick her feet at the entourage surrounding her. A pair of short white socks rocketed out of nowhere, swallowing up one of her feet and then the other. It happened so quickly that she didn't seem to realize the situation when a pair of running shoes slipped on her feet and laced up like lightning. She was pulled into the air horizontally, carried by the shoes that held her captive and her underwear, apparently. He watched as she grabbed at the cups of her bra, apparently trying to hold them to her chest as the shoulder straps pulled her skyward.

"Where, where are you taking me?" The guy asked, wondering which department he was about to be dragged to. All around him, every person that hadn't escaped the department store seemed to be getting their own brand of torment from the clothing that had come to life.

He didn't have to wait long to see a response. Down the main aisle, he saw a fuzzy pink bathrobe. It was the apparent match to the blue one he was **** into, a sort of 'his and hers' set. The pink robe beckoned to him with a sleeve, and suddenly the blue robe went from emulating strides to excitedly hovering into the air and flying towards its match in pink. The two robes hovered together, embracing like a couple in love. He couldn't help but look down into the hollow robe as he felt the embrace of the terrycloth wrapping around him.

"Maybe you two can do…whatever it is you're doing…without me?" The man asked, not expecting to be listened to at this point. Both of the robes spun high into the air as the man felt the pressure of the sash weakening around his arms. "Wait, wait! Now you're going to drop me?" He shouted, looking down 17 feet at the department store going wild. The robe made no attempt at a response, and as he felt himself sliding out of it, he panicked again, desperately grabbing for the hem of the robe. He wasn't able to get his arms up quickly enough, but just before he dropped he realized these mischievous things had faked him out again.

Sailing under him were a fleet of satin sheets. He had passed through pajamas and into bedding, and apparently that's what was waiting for him. He sunk into a fitted king sheet in red satin, which caught him and then puffed up again--leaving him stranded on what looked like a silken fabric mushroom. He would've jumped down if not for the height, and when he hesitated, a red silken pillowcase whacked him backward, knocking him right off of the billowing fitted sheet.

Once again he felt the fluttery feeling of gravity taking hold, and images of broken bones and a lifetime back injury flashed through his head before he was suddenly caught again by more red silk. This time it was the flat sheet, which scooped him up and dumped him right back on to the fitted sheet. By now, the fitted sheet seem to be wrapped around an invisible mattress – it wasn't as squishy as the first time he landed on it.

"God damn, you things are evil!" He cried out, not appreciating their little joke. He was afraid of heights, and for a second he wondered if they somehow knew that. He tried to sit up on the emulated bed, but the flat sheet wrapped around him, cocooning him in a silken tube and leaving him atop the fitted sheet. Two puffing pillowcases managed to work their way under his upper back and head, propping him up and pointing him toward another scene in the hosiery department.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was a figure – what appeared to be a young man — hovering about a dozen yards away from him. He was clad in what looked like glossy pantyhose from his waistline to his toes, but he obviously hadn't come in wearing them. He also wasn't just wearing them — one could see that the pantyhose were very actively messing with his most sensitive parts.

Not that the dude seemed to mind. He had his hands lovingly wrapped around a pair of empty black stockings, shoving their invisible feet in his face as he nuzzled them, kissed them and licked them. Another pair of pantyhose were bouncing their ass on his cock as their legs were tucked back enough to play at his nipples with their translucent toes.

"Holy fuck…" The man wrapped in silk wasn't exactly interested in watching a guy get off to pantyhose, but it certainly revealed that these things could be as pleasing as they were cruel. The guy across from him obviously wasn't worried about anything but diving in, and it made the silk-wrapped tough guy rethink his attitude about the situation, at least a little bit. After all, if they really wanted to hurt him, they could've given him a pretty nasty drop – twice!

Beneath him, the woman in the black underwear and running shoes had another accessory strapped to her. A pair of fingerless black and pink workout gloves had slid onto her hands and strapped themselves on her wrists. At first, they coordinated with her underwear and her shoes and socks to pull her around like a puppet, making her run through the store under what appeared to everybody else as a form of low gravity.

At first she worried that she was going to crash into something, but before long, she realized that every bit of trying to pull against the clothes to stop them only made them work harder to correct her trajectory. It only took a couple of coordinated moon-bounds for her to feel what was possible when she actually went through the motions herself. It was like going with the momentum if she was jumping on a trampoline — every pumping assist with her own legs carried her higher and higher, and before long, she was actually having fun with the idea.

As Emma bounced through the store with five-meter strides, she witnessed a couple of other people that weren't exactly struggling against their clothing captors. There was a guy in hosiery who was literally making love in the air with a group of shapely lower-halves. As she bounced skyward, she noticed a guy doing nothing but watching the events unfold in the store from a hovering perch made of silk bedding. Admittedly, for every one of the people beginning to accept their predicament, 10 or more were still panicking and fighting against every part of the situation.

For Emma's part, the little girl in her that wanted to believe in magic was — in a way — getting her wish. For all intents and purposes, she was flying through this giant department store.

Something snapped her back to normal gravity, and now Emma found herself sprinting down the aisles, turning corners with the agility of an athlete. She laughed aloud, feeling like she was on some sort of insane roller coaster. A couple times, she gasped thinking that she was going to run into a rack or a wall of shelves, but every time — her gloves, underwear, and shoes navigated the turn for her. In fact, she began running so fast that when she turned left to avoid one of the inside walls of the store, her sneakers leapt up and connected with the drywall. For a second she had a flush of vertigo as she realized she was literally running against the wall. Her sneakers jumped onto the edge of a shelf where she continued running, oriented perpendicular to the floor and continuing the stride as if gravity had no effect.

"This is incredible!" Emma squealed. This time, Emma tried turning her own body to run straight up the wall, feeling butterflies in her stomach when it actually worked. She charged at the ceiling and bounded again before hitting it, intending to strike off of the ceiling with a wall jump, but continuing her stride on the ceiling itself instead. Her giggling turned to full on laughter as she ran between the girders of the ceiling, now from her perspective looking up at the chaos still happening throughout the store. She felt her panties play against her clit, eliciting a cooing noise from her as she broke into a more casual jog and leapt off the ceiling, soaring through the store upside down for a few seconds before landing again and continuing her stride.

The man on the invisible silk bed watched Emma with a twinge of jealousy. As he heard an orgiastic shout, his eyes were pulled back to the man being fucked by hosiery — obviously succumbing to his fantasies in the best way possible.

A growing part of him wanted to feel the same release that these two were feeling. Some part of him was ready to let go of everything he knew about reality just to experience one second of the things he'd just seen.

Just as these thoughts were running through his head, he felt the silken sheet beginning to play against his cock.