Chapters tagged living clothes

by Vestiphile

Chapter 5

"Um, maybe you should let me get that…" James said, making a move to push the glove hand away. His tender end began standing up in the water, and he didn't want the clothing to discover his reaction — despite them being just clothing. The outfit, however, would have none of it....

by Vestiphile

Chapter 6

As James slept, there was an unearthly light coming from his mother’s room down the hall. The light didn’t come from any incandescent terrestrial source, but rather from the arcane energies being accessed by the construct he helped create earlier. The violet light was actually c...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 7

The hovering James floated back into his mother’s room, still clad in his pajamas, the bottom half of which had the denim slacks still wrapped around them. The construct pointed a lace glove at James’s floating body, which rotated to hover up and over the bed, parallel with it....

by Vestiphile

Chapter 4

As James slept, the hovering gloves wandered around the room, seeming to consider their next action. They went to James' desk, pressing a couple of keys on his laptop. The screen blinked on, and James stirred in his bed. The gloves quickly closed the screen, easing it down at th...

by blackclover77

Chapter 19

"W-what's going...on?" Diane said now on the floor to her work outfit. Her work outfit didn't answer but instead shooed away the towels assaulting her. They did as the outfit commanded and floated nearby. Her work outfit then extended its sleeve towards Diane. "Oh, th-thanks."...

by InvisibleLurker

Chapter 2

(By [mariofan of writing.com](https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/marioman200), edited by [Vestiphile](https://chyoa.com/user/Vestiphile)) John lives alone with his mom. His dad divorced her a few years back when they got into an argument over her time at work. Mom was d...

by InvisibleLurker

Chapter 3

(By [mariofan of writing.com](https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/marioman200), edited by [Vestiphile](https://chyoa.com/user/Vestiphile)) A pair of shapely nylons strutted toward the bed. John watched as they approached, paying close attention to the waggle of the hips...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 5

The nylons untied themselves, apparently satisfied that John was no longer going to try to get away. He breathed a little harder now, letting the gloves do their thing, looking down at the empty cuffs of the brown leather gloves massaging his chest. When the nylons untied, one o...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 8

John’s heart was thumping. The white shirt bobbed in front of him now, its sleeves turned inward toward its own inflated tits. He watched as the shirt gave him an incredible display—some elaborate illusion that invisible hands were playing with the heaving translucent breasts. W...

by InvisibleLurker

Chapter 3

(By [mariofan of writing.com](https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/marioman200), edited by [Vestiphile](https://chyoa.com/user/Vestiphile)) The satin and brown leather gloves let him go, but the red leather pair quickly darted to the door, turning over the skeleton key in...

by InvisibleLurker

Chapter 4

(By [mariofan of writing.com](https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/marioman200), edited by [Vestiphile](https://chyoa.com/user/Vestiphile)) "I guess I was just wondering...does, um, does my mom's company know you can do things like this?" This time on the red leather glov...

by InvisibleLurker

Chapter 5

(By [mariofan of writing.com](https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/marioman200), edited by [Vestiphile](https://chyoa.com/user/Vestiphile)) The gloves give him a thumbs up, then did a 'come here' gesture to the dresser. A pair of purple panties flew out of the dresser, a...

by InvisibleLurker

Chapter 6

(By [mariofan of writing.com](https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/marioman200), edited by [Vestiphile](https://chyoa.com/user/Vestiphile)) John smiled at the bizarre situation he managed to land himself in. When he snooped in his mom's room, he didn't except to find a bu...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 7

"You--you can talk too?" John asked, looking down at his legs and swallowing hard. "I--don't--" "We're meant to be smart clothes, hon--but they didn't exactly realize how smart they made us." When the voice spoke again, John could feel it vibrating through his legs. "And we can...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 8

"Well...what did you want to show me?" John asked, looking down at his hard cock in the purple panties through the slightly translucent shining black leggings. "You tell us what you wanna see, John," The blouse and leather skirt said. "Are you a tit man or an ass man?" A big lac...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 9

John had wonderful dreams. They started with him dancing and playing with clothing with a life of its own, grinding against them, playing with them...it fused so well with what he experienced that when he woke up, he was surprised all over again. At least for a few seconds. "H-h...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 10

John nodded his head, trying to ignore his aching cock throbbing in the pajama pants. He watched as the translucent glove picked up the fork next to his plate, cutting through the stack of French toast and piercing the bite, lifting up to his mouth. The outfit with the blouse mo...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 7

A delicate wireless white satin bra hovered over to John, bobbing in front of him and unclasping. He watched it as it turned to slide over on of his arms, and he pushed it away, resisting. "No way!" John said. "You made my legs disappear! What'll happen if I put a top on!?" The...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 7

As John was trying to figure out exactly what happened to his legs, a silvery sports bra was carefully making its way behind him. He reached down, crouching as he looked at the strange empty space between his leggings and the floor. He put one arm back to balance him, reaching do...

by InvisibleLurker

Chapter 5

The outfit that was about to strip off John's pants let him go and took a step back, holding up a single leather finger to him as if they were telling him to wait a moment. The outfit retreated to the group of clothes, and the complete outfits huddled together, as if to debate or...