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Jake sat at the register counting up the money from the long day, hoping that they met the sales quota for the day. The doors have been locked, the sales floor has been cleared, and now all there was to do was make sure that all of the stock looked neat, and that everything was cleaned up. He walked around the store to make sure that no customers were still around, and locked the front doors to close up shop.
Everyone had already gone home, leaving Jake as the lone wolf in charge of the store. It was around eleven at night and quiet, with the occasional car driving by on the road. Jake yawned, reminded by the fact that he needed to clean up the floors before heading home. He was only 19, and had gotten the job a few days ago because his friend recommended it to him.
His coworkers asked him to cover for their closing shift, and as much as he didn't want to, he stayed because he didn't really know how to say "no." He went to the back and grabbed the mop, and began up and down the aisles. Around halfway through his cleaning ritual, he went down aisle 12, and spotted something odd.
A thick black liquid was dripping from the ceiling. Jake didn't know what it was, or where it was coming from. A closer inspection revealed that a crack in the ceiling had been dripping down this black tar-like liquid down for hours. A huge puddle had formed, and Jake knew he needed to clean the mess up and fix the leak immediately. It was good that the substance had not gotten on any jeans, which were right next to the puddle.
Jake ran back to the maintenance room and grabbed the mop. He soaked and wrung it out, then grabbed a bucket and headed back to the leak.
When he came back, the puddle had gotten bigger, so he got to work quickly. He mopped up most of it, then rinsed the mop off in the bucket, and went back in the puddle to clean it some more.
After a while, the puddle had been cleaned and he sighed a sigh of relief. The only thing he had to worry about was the ceiling crack. He placed the bucket under the crack so that the substance would drip into it, and he headed back to maintenance to grab duct tape.
The black liquid in the bucket soaked into the mop. The liquid was fast acting, and had already given the mop intelligence. The now sentient mop had waited for Jake to walk back to maintenance to make its next move.
In an effort to try to spread the liquid, the mop floated into the air and wrung itself out onto the jean display racks. This was a recipe for disaster, as the liquid had now touched and gave about a dozen pairs of female denim blue jeans sentience.
However, it didn't stop there. The mop dipped itself back into the black liquid and wiped itself all over shoes on display in the next aisle. It returned to the bucket to refuel itself of the black liquid, and then went for nylons next. The mop bucket had also come to life, and rolled itself to the sock section and dumped itself all over them. The black liquid quickly soaked into the clothing, making it impossible for anyone to notice any stains. The clothes looked as if it were never touched.
The jeans wriggled a bit, the shoes' fronts twitched, the nylons slowly expanded, and the socks filled out to proportions. They all halted and remained still when Jake returned with the duct tape.
The mop and bucket had returned to its original position in aisle 12, when Jake noticed that the bucket was now empty.
"What the..." Jake mumbled, as he bent down to check the bucket. There was barely anything in it; The only liquid in the bucket was from the drips from the ceiling.
"Okay, I must've spilled it SOMEwhere..." he said, reassuring himself.
The silent, sentient clothing observed Jake as he placed a ladder and climbed it to reach the crack. Alarmed, the clothes realized he was going to patch the crack, and their source of life would be blocked off. A white crew sock hastily hopped into the bucket silently, dipping itself in the black liquid and hopped up and kicked Jake's ass. This caused him to wobble, and the ladder fell down along with Jake.
Jake got up quickly and worriedly stepped back.
"W-who's there!?" he stammered. There was no response, making Jake paranoid that an intruder was in the store. He ran back to the store's office, to try to figure out what was out there.
He locked the office door and ran over to the office computer. He started to rewind the surveillance footage, remaining quiet so the intruder wouldn't find him. He saw himself on tape standing on the ladder, and saw the sock kick him off the ladder. He rewinded it again, and adjusted his glasses to make sure that he saw what he thought he saw. He looked in disbelief, and was now more terrified at the fact that there was no intruder, and he had no idea how a sock kicked him over.
While the surveillance was being played, the clothes noticed that the camera lights have been halted so the symbiotic clothing all expanded and stood up. They got used to moving on their own for the first time, and quickly made their way to the office. The socks led the way while the jeans, nylons, shoes all followed excitedly.
Jake was staring at the monitor when he heard the office doorknob jiggle. Luckily, he locked it, but the clothing was still determined to get inside. He flinched and yelled,
"Get back! I have a knife in here and I'm not afraid to use it!"
No response, as if the clothing could give one.
Jake used this time to block the door with a shelf and a few chairs. He hurriedly blocked off all entries until he knew what was out there. He went back to the monitor to view live footage of outside the office. The clothing already knew though, because the camera feed had been disconnected.
Jake panicked, and went to the landline phone to call the police. As soon as the clothing heard the dialing, they sent a crew sock in to intervene. It collapsed, taking no shape, and slithered under the door.
Jake dialed 9-1-1 and was about to hit “call” before the sock mashed itself against all of the numbers on the phone. Jake fell back in shock and screamed. He watched as the phantom foot in the sock mashed the keys, unplugged the phone, and kicked it on the floor. The sock raised itself on its heel and shook back and forth, as if saying "no."
Jake drew his pocket knife and pointed it at the sock.
"G-get back! I don't know what you are, or what you want, but get back!"
The crew sock mocked him, mimicking a mouth with its ankle opening. Jake stared pensively waiting for it to make a move.
Waiting on command, Jake’s pants had no influence on Jake’s movement until the sock pointed at his zipper, and it slowly undid itself.
Jake didn't notice until his button became undone.
"W-what? Stop doing that!" Jake yelled. He tried to redo his button, which wouldn't budge. He then tried the zipper, but no dice.
The sock made a swift upwards motion which made Jake float, carried by his pants.
"H-how!? HEY!" Jake yelled as the pants carried him over to the barricaded door. His pants forced his legs to kick away everything from the door, allowing the clothing to enter the office. His eyes widened realizing what he was up against. All of the clothing entered the office, slamming the door behind them. His pants tucked under his underwear and pulled themselves down, showing Jake's penis. He looked down and blushed while covering it up. The clothing was amused.
His pants shot out in front of him, causing Jake to fall back while the pants hovered away. Jake backed away on his bottom crawling away while facing the clothes, as they anticipated their next move. Jake's back was to the wall. He stared as the clothes approached him.
A pair of white women's Birkenstock sandals walked up to him and stood next to his legs. He sat with his legs up, covering his penis. He watched wide eyed as the sandals tapped the floor.
He swallowed hard and scooted slightly away. The sandals turned towards him in his new position and took baby steps towards him this time. Jake was now in the corner, and had no place to move to.
The Birkenstocks rubbed against his ankles intimately while more clothing approached. Jake remained as still as a statue, still unsure of this reality.
Jake used this time to block the door with a shelf and a few chairs. He hurriedly blocked off all entries until he knew what was out there. He went back to the monitor to view live footage of outside the office. The clothing already knew though, because the camera feed had been disconnected.
Jake panicked, and went to the landline phone to call the police. As soon as the clothing heard the dialing, they sent a crew sock in to intervene. It collapsed, taking no shape, and slithered under the door.
Jake dialed 9-1-1 and was about to hit “call” before the sock mashed itself against all of the numbers on the phone. Jake fell back in shock and screamed. He watched as the phantom foot in the sock mashed the keys, unplugged the phone, and kicked it on the floor. The sock raised itself on its heel and shook back and forth, as if saying "no."
Jake drew his pocket knife and pointed it at the sock.
"G-get back! I don't know what you are, or what you want, but get back!"
The crew sock mocked him, mimicking a mouth with its ankle opening. Jake stared pensively waiting for it to make a move.
Waiting on command, Jake’s pants had no influence on Jake’s movement until the sock pointed at his zipper, and it slowly undid itself.
Jake didn't notice until his button became undone.
"W-what? Stop doing that!" Jake yelled. He tried to redo his button, which wouldn't budge. He then tried the zipper, but no dice.
The sock made a swift upwards motion which made Jake float, carried by his pants.
"H-how!? HEY!" Jake yelled as the pants carried him over to the barricaded door. His pants forced his legs to kick away everything from the door, allowing the clothing to enter the office. His eyes widened realizing what he was up against. All of the clothing entered the office, slamming the door behind them. His pants tucked under his underwear and pulled themselves down, showing Jake's penis. He looked down and blushed while covering it up. The clothing was amused.
His pants shot out in front of him, causing Jake to fall back while the pants hovered away. Jake backed away on his bottom crawling away while facing the clothes, as they anticipated their next move. Jake's back was to the wall. He stared as the clothes approached him.
A pair of white women's Birkenstock sandals walked up to him and stood next to his legs. He sat with his legs up, covering his penis. He watched wide eyed as the sandals tapped the floor.
He swallowed hard and scooted slightly away. The sandals turned towards him in his new position and took baby steps towards him this time. Jake was now in the corner, and had no place to move to.
The Birkenstocks rubbed against his ankles intimately while more clothing approached. Jake remained as still as a statue, still unsure of this reality.
Next to come was a blue pair of women's jeans. They stood next to him, then crouched down and knelt next to his legs. Jake observed cautiously, before noticing how curvy the outsides on the jeans were. Temptation overcame fear, and he warily stuck his hand out to feel the ass of the jeans. It reacted like a magnet to his hand, pushing against it to give Jake a firm hold. Jake lifted his hand and put it inside the empty pair of jeans, expecting to feel some sort of energy or something in there, but his hand touched air. He smiled and remained silent, relieved that the clothing clearly had different goals than harm. The jeans stood up and positioned themselves over the Birkenstock’s, then both articles of clothing walked over to the desk chair and sat down, crossing their legs.
Next to come were nylons. Jake, a little more comfortable with the clothing, waved to the nylons before his face was met with an outstretched phantom foot. His glasses were teasingly pushed off his face, and his lips were pushed by the foot fondling his face and tracing his cheeks. At first, Jake resisted, but the more he complied with the clothes, the better his situation seemed to be. As soon as he got the grasp of things with the nylons, they backed off. He opened his eyes and squinted, fumbling for his glasses.
When he put them on, he saw the nylons walk away and some black leather boots approach.
The boots were clearly goth-like, with buckles on the front and a spike style around the cuffs. They were a size 13, and stood up straight before Jake. He sat nervously against the corner, intimidated at the way they looked and stood.
The stand-off ended when the boots took a step to the side and a pair of socks walked over and collapsed, with the symbiotic liquid exiting them and jumping on his shoes.
”W-Whoa, what the fuck!? WHOA!” Jake yelled, after getting yanked away from the corner by his own footwear. He was now in the middle of the office, and the boots stepped back to where they were standing. This time, with Jake’s head right in the middle.
Looking at the ceiling, Jake’s eyes now met with the boots on both sides of his head. Feeling unsafe to sit up of protest in any sort of way, he dealt with it the only way he knew how.
”S-so uhh... d-do you want me to help you or like, g-“
He was abruptly interrupted when the left boot lifted and shoved its heel in his mouth.
”Mm-mph...” Jake moaned, as the other one boot had met with his groin.
Rubbing in circular motions, the boot at his crotch teased him over and over again, then withdrawing moments before he climaxed. When one boot withdrew, the other would press his face down onto the floor, applying just enough pressure to pin him without hurting him.
The denial of climaxing lasted for a few minutes before the boots finally joined with the rest of the clothing that left him. Still laying down, he wiped his mouth, trying to get the taste of rubber out of it.
When he sat up, he saw a line of clothing eager for their turn to toy with him. It made sense to Jake now; the clothing didn’t attack him all at once for a reason, they were all waiting for their own turn.
Looking further down the office, he saw the jeans, Birkenstock’s, nylons, and now the boots all at the desk, which marked the back of the line. The line would restart, over, and over, and over, until they were satisfied.
When he put them on, he saw the nylons walk away and some black leather boots approach.
The boots were clearly goth-like, with buckles on the front and a spike style around the cuffs. They were a size 13, and stood up straight before Jake. He sat nervously against the corner, intimidated at the way they looked and stood.
The stand-off ended when the boots took a step to the side and a pair of socks walked over and collapsed, with the symbiotic liquid exiting them and jumping on his shoes.
”W-Whoa, what the fuck!? WHOA!” Jake yelled, after getting yanked away from the corner by his own footwear. He was now in the middle of the office, and the boots stepped back to where they were standing. This time, with Jake’s head right in the middle.
Looking at the ceiling, Jake’s eyes now met with the boots on both sides of his head. Feeling unsafe to sit up of protest in any sort of way, he dealt with it the only way he knew how.
”S-so uhh... d-do you want me to help you or like, g-“
He was abruptly interrupted when the left boot lifted and shoved its heel in his mouth.
”Mm-mph...” Jake moaned, as the other one boot had met with his groin.
Rubbing in circular motions, the boot at his crotch teased him over and over again, then withdrawing moments before he climaxed. When one boot withdrew, the other would press his face down onto the floor, applying just enough pressure to pin him without hurting him.
The denial of climaxing lasted for a few minutes before the boots finally joined with the rest of the clothing that left him. Still laying down, he wiped his mouth, trying to get the taste of rubber out of it.
When he sat up, he saw a line of clothing eager for their turn to toy with him. It made sense to Jake now; the clothing didn’t attack him all at once for a reason, they were all waiting for their own turn.
Looking further down the office, he saw the jeans, Birkenstock’s, nylons, and now the boots all at the desk, which marked the back of the line. The line would restart, over, and over, and over, until they were satisfied.
He panicked, looking at the front of the line now. A pair of crew socks, then a pair of stilettos, then a pair of pink ultraboosts.
To be continued...
To be continued...