Christina sleeps through the day and wakes alone in Sam's room. She goes downstairs and halfway down steps smells something cooking. "Is that you Chrstina,' sam's voice says from kitchen. I am making stir fry for us." As she sits at table she sees Sam from behind. She is in a t-short and jeans but as her eyes glance down Christina sees her friends silky tan feet,
"Why are you still in those?'
"I escaped the facility, but unlike you, I have too much formula in me. For now the nylon and other changes must remain. But, my mind is clear." San turns, exposing a bulge in her jeans. "Like I said, changes i will have to deal with."
After dinner the 2 sit to watch tv. The news is plastered with accounts of the missing people from prom night. "Should we go to the cops with what we know?"
"No," Sam replies, "the hicks in this town would make us suspects, they are so stupid. In a couple days we can go to the federal agency office in the city. Let's rest up first though."
Christina nods and continues to watch tv. Focused on the show, she does not initially notice Sam's silky foot creeping on the couch between her legs. "Sam!, What are you doing?"
"I know this whole slave this is fucked up Christina, but, you can't deny that nylon turns you on. Long before the slavers came, you found nylon sexy."
"But you didn't," Christina says while pushing on Sam;s foot, trying to keep it from slipping beneath the skirt she had borrowed from the closet of her friend's absent mother who unlike Sam was her size.
"I didn;t realize what you do, that nylons are pure femininity and give us sexual over over men."
Suddenly Christina feels odd, dizzy. "What.. what was in that food?"
"You know," Sam replies, " the usual, chicken, rice, veggies, sauce laced with formula."
"But... But.."
"I know, you're not wearing nylon, but the formula will still play on your natural fetish for them and let me do what needs to be done." Christina's grip on sam's foot loosens and it slips between her legs. The feel of the silky nylon against her panties and crotch prompt a moan. Chrsitina hikes hp the skirt and with aid from Sam slips off the panties. In turn, Christina helps slide off Sam's jeans. The sight of her silken cock and balls is entrancing. Sam brings her friend to climax with her hosed foot on Christina's bare pussy. She she shifts and hovers over the blonde. "Do you want to feel my nylon cock inside you?"
"Y... Yes..."
Sam thrusts herself deep into Christina's dripping sex. Deeper and deeper she drives, prompting lustful moans that fill the room. Then, nylon infused cum expodes into Christina's pussy. Inch by inch it seeps out as a clear, glinting ooze that sperads over her lower half. Sam pulls away and watches as Christina writhes in pleasure on the couch. The transformed cum morphs into the same white hose Christina had on earlier. "The cum of us silken dick girls mimics the last hose worn by women we fuck. There is no escape this time Christina, you will be nylon... You will obey..."
"Yesssss.... I am nylon.... I obey..."
