John stood at attention , he understood now. Nothing was more important than the nylonization process. he must find others to give orbs to, others to convert. A man in a black suit walked in handing John a similar suit.
“You are now number 3, please change in to your suit we have other pickups tonight” the man told John. Nodding, John began to change. He would continue to receive eternal pleasure as long as his role in the process was continued.
“Nylonicons, follow me” Cindy, Sara, Kara and Jenny fell in to a line and began to follow the man outside to a witing van. “Yes sir, nylonization complete, four units and one slaver picked up, yes he was a good trial candidate and will perform well, will pack the units and complete the process.” the man spoke in to a cell phone. The four formally free spirited beauties follows the man in the van. Inside were several large plastic tubes. Each nylon unit hypnotically stepped in to a tube as metal bands clasped around the nylon covered ankles and wrists. Sealing the tubes with the touch of a button the man in black gazed at the recovered orb. Inside the orb were images of the four girls faces crying out for help. Their free will energy would complete the process. Placing the orb in to its holder at the base of the tubes he activated the final processs, energy spilled out in to the tubes.
“NO.......” “Help me.......” “I don’t want to be a nylon slave.....” The orb had temporarily returned some of their will as the hoserian energy made the nylonization complete. The four nylon clad beauties cried out as their soft nylon encased bodies convulsed one more time, struggling against their bonds silky hands and feet writhed out in protest but, the last of their spirit extinguished, they became still, nylon covered statues. The process was complete, there were now no longer human, just nylonicon slaves. As there faces froze, the sheer fabric that covered each of the bodies now moved up there neck, covering their face. Jenny managed a tear as the blue silky shiny fabric which had been her favorite school tights covered her eyes forever, the last of her free will was extinguished.
“We are nylon, we obey” four anonymous nylon slaves, spoke in unison there would serve the highest bidder. John stepped in to the van, black suit, he sat next to the driver and looked with no emotion at his former wife and daughter. Now he would find others to take orbs to and enslave in to nylonicons. His nylon fantasy was fulfilled, but at a price.
