"Master...you will join us." Sherry said, as Paul was mounted by Natalie.
In his sex driven stupor he did not notice Sherry holding the orb at him with glowing green eyes. Until it began to glow, and Natalie's form was spun into a pair of navy blue hose.
Paul tried to get away, but it was too late. The orb's energy flowed out into his body, and his toes became covered with a silky nylon mesh, as it began to move up his body, and Natalie began to move up and down his cock. Natalie's eyes were now glowing green as well, while she fucked him. He couldn't think straight as the nylon covered him up to his knees, massaging his calves. It ran up his body and soon went between him and Natalie, and their nylon covered crotches swished together.
As she fucked him, he felt himself about to climax from the nylon massaging him. Images of hundreds of women walking in nylons, their silky legs in pumps and flats flooded his mind. He imagined women from tom boys to girly girls to athletic types and geeks, students, mothers, teachers, managers, and executives, all converted into good obedient hose wearing sluts. He saw boys who resisted the changes to their women brainwashed by the hose to control their women. He struggled against these foreign thoughts with his will before the orb took it. Natalie kept sliding against him, and then he came, as the orb sucked out his will.
He relaxed and his face became serene like the other slaves as their eyes faded to normal. Then he looked his slaves and said, "We will make every woman nylon, and every man a good master."
They dressed and headed toward campus, his sister sherry changing into the only skirt she owned and a pair of open toed heels, and Natalie slipping her white feet into her flats again.
