After a wonderful date with Tom, Kelly, filled with romantic bliss, flopped onto her bed. She and Tom had not had sex yet, but another step had been taken with making out and hand lay at the theatre. "Next time," she said aloud while getting undressed and crawling into bed. After receiving and replying to a goodnight message from her boyfriend, Kelly received a text from her friend.
John, "Kelly, I know it has not been or would be as simple for us as it is with Tom, but I love you and would give you everything I have."
Kelly, "I know you would John, and I'm sorry this is so hard for you, but I just can't get there. It's hard to explain, but just trust that I did try, I just...can't. You mean so much to me as a friend, please, I need that to be enough, I don't want to lose you from my life."
John," I do value the friendship and love what we built, I just thought it was going to grow, not stay in the same place."
Kelly, "Again, I'm sorry, but it isn't there for me, I have no romantic feeling for you."
John, "I'm sorry for pushing so hard, have a good night, sleep well."
Kelly, "You too."
With the difficult conversation over, Kelly let out a sigh and sat back in her bed. Covering her face with her hands, she let out another sigh, this one louder and filled with more frustration, "why can't he just let it go and move on?"
As Kelly lay in bed, contemplating what to do about John, a slight rustling in the closet went unheard. Slithering, like snakes out of their packaging, the black stockings made their way through a small opening in the closet, across the floor and rose like cobras at the foot of Kelly's bed. Bare feet exposed for her recently removed heels, Kelly's toes twitched back and forth, a motion mimicked by the hovering stockings until they picked a moment to strike. The sensation of stockings latching to her feet startled Kelly as she cried out, "what the hell!" Despite her best efforts to thwart their advance, the stockings slid up Kelly's leg. With each passing inch, she found herself more and more aroused and les and less interested in stopping or removing the nylon. Once the stockings reached their full, thigh high height, Kelly had stopped all attempts as resistance and rubbed her two silky legs together. "So soft...so silky," she repeated over and over as the next stage began. using a form of multiplication, the nanite laced nylons began to expand, like before, each growing inch induced more and more cries and moans of pleasure from Kelly. Upon completing their formation into full pantyhose, the nylons tighten, forming and molding themselves to Kelly's lower half. Her wet, dripping sex now fused with nylon, Kelly drive her fingers deep, "So soft...so silky!" she repeated over and over between quickening breaths and louder moans. Just on the edge of climax, Kelly had a fleeting, final moment of clairity. " No! I...I can't give in...I...I must......." With that, Kelly's body convulsed and her eyes rolled back and the roomed echoed from her thunderous finish. When her breathing slowed to a rhythmic, steady pace, Kelly opened her eyes as they flashed from their normal hazel to pitch black. "I am nylon...I wll obey."
