"What the…?" The jock felt his feet out from under him as his jeans tugged at his ankles. He would've hit the floor on his ass if not for his briefs catching him a couple inches above it. "Yo—" he felt a tickle at his dick, and he looked down to see the waistband of his briefs moving on its own. The lines moving across his cock under the thin material made it look like an invisible hand was grabbing it.
"Ryan, help me!" April said as her dress fluttered all around her. She was clinging to the shoulder straps by crossing over her hands, preventing it from pulling down off of her body, so naturally the next thing it tried was to make the dress hem fly up.
It worked well enough, because by the time April attempted to tap it down with her hands, the entire skirt half of the dress pulled up around her body and was twisting above her torso, keeping her arms in check. Even suspended in the air while his shirt started moving, Ryan couldn't help but stare at April's panties, which – by now — were also starting to shift on her hips.
"I'd like to, babe, but whatever's happening to you is happening to my clothes too!” Ryan's jaw practically dropped as April's panties pulled up all around her hips, exposing a prominent camel toe in front. His own cock responded at the sight, and he felt his briefs grip it for a second, stroking him up and down as he watched, dumbfounded. By now April's dress had managed to pull itself all the way off, and was fluttering above the both of them. Ryan was busy enough considering the ministrations of his own underwear that he didn't resist when his shirt tried to pull itself off. His cock happily bulged as he watched the laces on his shoes untie themselves. The lacing's of the she was your under open and shot off of his feet with his socks going right behind them.
"Whoa, whoa…" Ryan was pulled skyward as his designer briefs continued playing with him. Just as he started to consider that this situation might not be that bad, he watched his entire outfit minus his underwear reform without him in it. April was holding the cups of her bra, which seemed to be entertaining itself by bobbling her tits around. Her microfiber panties played at her clit as they continued pulling her to her toes, and she watched helpless as her boyfriend was pulled 3 feet above the ground by his enchanted briefs.
The dress that April had been wearing floated down to meet up with Ryan's outfit, and the two huddled together for a moment as if communicating something. Neither of their human owners seem to notice this, being too busy worrying about their own living underwear. The rest of the store around them was an absolute chaos now, with some people chasing after their renegade clothing items, and even more often, people running away from them.
Ryan was still held aloft when he heard heels clicking down the aisle nearby. When he turned to look, he saw a red skirt suit standing on its own, clad in stockings and matching red heels. The blazer of the skirt suit had a name tag attached to it, and he realized it must've been worn by one of the staff just a few minutes ago. Just as he was admiring how nicely the skirt itself was filled out, the red blazer waved a sleeve up at him. Ryan's underwear rocked back and forth in some kind of response and lifted Ryan higher, but now the skirt suit placed its sleeves on its hips and tapped a high-heeled shoe against the floor.
He wondered if there was some kind of disagreement between the clothing, and if so, it seemed to be a disagreement that his underwear lost. He felt a gentle squeeze around his cock and a similarly harmless pat on his butt before the briefs suddenly turned him upside down.
They didn't bother to grip him. Ryan let out a shout as he crashed three or four feet below. While he landed on carpet, there wasn't much give to the tough department store Berber, and he let out a grunt as he hit the ground.
"Wait, where are you taking me?" April shouted. "Ryan, get up!" Ryan righted himself on the ground just in time to see April being slung over the shoulder of his own outfit. "Ryan, tell your outfit to let me go!" Confused, Ryan stood up and started after April, but it only took a few steps to realize that he was completely naked. Looking around, clearly everybody else in the store had other things to worry about — but that didn't make him any less self-conscious. "Don't just stand there, idiot — help me!" Just is his outfit was walking toward the front of the anchor and out into the main corridor of the mall, Ryan snapped out of it, jogging after her.
He only made it halfway to the front of the store when he was tackled by something large and soft. Like before, the tackle didn't exactly land him on the ground. Instead, he seemed to run into something else soft and billowy.
"Hey, let me go! Give me my girlfriend back!" He shouted. He recklessly pulled at the fabric holding him back until he carefully ran his hands over something silky and round. "Let me… Go?" The two items stop sandwiching him together enough for him to put his feet on the ground again. This gave him a chance to look around and see that he was now surrounded by robes, camisoles, chemises, teddies, and other négligées of all types. He gulped as the last sign of April was carried around the corner and into the main mall by his former outfit. He took a deep breath and looked around him again — seeing nothing but shapely silken and lace silhouettes.
"Um…uh – hi, ladies...” He didn't have any idea where his own outfit was taking his girlfriend, but the dress she had picked out seemed to follow right behind them. “I don't suppose you're going to let me go after April, are you?" He watched his empty briefs sail out of the department store and hover in the same direction his outfit had marched April. He looked back down at the ring of hovering lingerie, and notice the red skirt suit standing in the back with its sleeves crossed. It marched slowly and deliberately around the ring, and Ryan wondered what these things had in store for him. Staring at the upper halves of the ghostly lingerie was enough to incite his lower brain to keep its half-chub… and while his thinking mind didn't really trust these possessed clothes, the situation had pretty much left his brain fried. At this point, his dick was doing more thinking than his head was.
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