As she reached down to peel her nylons off, Christina felt a hand grab her wrist. It was Sam, "You must join us,you will feel better then you ever have. You will become nylon."
"Sam, please, I don't want to become some kind of nylon slut." Christina's plea has no effect as Sam grabs her friend's other wrist and straddles her as Karen had done to Melanie before. The sensation of Sam's tan nylon rubbing against her hosed white legs caused a shiver of desire to run through Christina's body. In the midst of her pleasure, Christina spots her corsage in Sam's hand. At that moment a light bulb goes off in her mind. "That's it," she says internally, "the corsage is the cause of this. I can't let her put it on me. Christina manages to maneuver her restrained hand between Sam's legs and begins to flick her fingers against her friend's smooth hosed pussy. Sam lets out a moan, lessens her grip and drops the corsage. A few more flicks bring Sam to an explosive climax that causes her to slump off Christina and into her original seat. Moments later she is out like Karen and Melanie.
Knowing she was still not in the clear, Christina carefully picked up the dropped corsage, and using the bottom of her dress as a glove of sorts, broke off the exposed rose thorns. When she did, a green, liquid with the consistency of cough syrup seeped out. "No doubt that is the cause of all this and was meant to release inside me. Certain that she had broken all the thorns and released all the liquid, Christina slipped the modified corsage on and for good measure let out a few fake moans before lowering her head to play possum.
"Yes," she heard the driver say as the limo partition lowered. "The nylonification process is complete. Your new formula worked great John. Uncontrollable lust and full conversion of four subjects in the span of an hour. I will be right there with the delivery." The driver hung up with John, then addressed his passengers. "Ladies, get dressed and prepare for delivery." Karen, Melanie and Sam woke and roboticaly put their clothes back on. Keeping her face away from her entranced friends, Christina saw looked out the window and saw they were approaching a large, unmarked warehouse. As the limo approached the building, it slowed and Christina heard the electronic locks release. In a single swift motion, she slipped out of her shoes, opened the door of the slow moving car and leaped out, After a rough. but safe landing, she got up and ran away as fast as her legs would carry her.
Dammit," John yelled at the driver as the limo entered the large bay door of the warehouse. "You fucking back door is open. I said never unlock the doors until the car is in here!" The car stops and sure enough, one of the girls is missing. Seeing Christina's discarded shoes, John picks them up and turns to the driver. "All may not be lost, she won't get far without shoes in the forest and rough, remote back roads between here and town. Get a couple men and track her down with the ATV's."
