"Mom?? Sherry"
Paul questioned his sister and mother who stood silently in front of him. Sherry still stood with her jeans around her ankles, the silky tan hose which was now permanently part of her running up and down her legs, her crotch smooth and doll like under the enslaving mesh. His mother stood next to her, the enslaving brown nylon running up her legs under her skirt. Both smiled and looked blankly ahead.
"Yes master" they answered in unison "we are you nylon slaves, how may we serve you"
Paul looked down at the orb, the shadowy outlines of his mother and sister swirling within. What would he do? His panic began to turn to planning. Maybe this was not so bad.
"Sherry, you will act just like before, bring over one of your friends."
Sherry snapped to attention, pulling her jeans up over her soft nylon sheathed legs, she smiled slipping her soft nylon covered feet in to a pair of her mothers black flats which were next to the door.
"OK Paul, see you later, I must bring one of my friends over"
Sherry ran out the door, seemingly normal to anyone who did not know that the real Sherry was trapped in a glass orb while her body was under the control of enslaving nylon mesh. John smiled and gazed at the calendar, it was his mother's book night. One of the younger woman from the office, Jill, was part of her club. Jill was only few years older than Paul and worked in the accounting office. She always was early, flirting away with Paul, knowing that there was no way she would ever allow her co-workers young son a second thought. More and more his panic became pleasure, he would teach Jill a lesson.
"Mother, prepare for you book club, you will act normal around your friends, at least until I have time to deal with them."
"Yes Paul, time to get the snacks ready"
Danielle bounded away towards the kitchen, her brown pantyhose covered legs shimmering in the light as the nylon slave went to prepare snacks for Paul's next victims.
"Hey Paul, the door was open, how you doing little man"
Jill walked through the door, early as usual. Paul looked a the young professional, 5'6" with short blond hair and a body that showed her past as a college cheerleader. Paul could not help but stare at her bare athletic legs running down from the pleated black skirt she wore, two dainty feet in open toed black wedges. He had to have her, had to have that body enmeshed in nylon, his mindless obedient nylon slave. Paul smiled a sinister grin and raised his hand towards Jill, the orb shot out from his grasp and raced toward the startled young girl
"What the hell is that..."
