Paul stared at the ghostly images of his mother and sister in the orb and then looked at the mindless nylon clad slaves in front of him. His sister stared blankly ahead, her jeans around her ankles. The enslaving tan nylon shimmering all over her lower body. Next to her the blank slate that was his mother, the brown hose that had over come her running from her pumps to the hem of her skirt. Paul fought between his love of nylon and the love he had for his sister and mother.
"I, I can't do this, I have to destroy the orb. Don't worry, I'll get you out of there"
Setting the orb back in its crate, he moved to get a hammer from the garage. Sensing peril the orb began to glow. Danielle, or the nylon slave that had once been Danielle, lept towards Paul. Grabbing him from behind, she wrapped her arms around his body. Paul struggled, he could not imagine that his mother was this strong but there was no way to free himself. That is when he felt it, looking down he could see a silky brown foot moving up and down his inner calf. Despite the fact that it was his mother's foot he could not help but become aroused, it felt so good.
"Don't fight it, you must not harm the orb, the orb is our master, let the nylon pleasure you, you will welcome it"
Danielle hugged Paul tighter moving her soft brown foot more rapidly up and down Paul's legs, up his thigh. Paul could feel his manhood stiffen. He had to break free, this wasn't right, had to free his mother, his sister, his sister! His preoccupation with this mother's silky brown hose, Paul had not even noticed his sister's form standing in front of him. The jeans were gone. Sherry stood clad only in the silky tan hose which was now forever molded on the her form. She moved towards Paul, undoing the button on his shorts and sliding them to his ankles.
"Don't fight is Paul, you can not overcome the nylon, the orb is our master, let it become yours."
Sherry pushed towards Paul, he felt his erect member push in to the soft and shiny tan mesh of Sherry's nylon clad crotch. The head of his cock pushed in to the nylon and became enveloped in the soft and silky flesh. Danielle loosened her grip as she felt him began to push towards Sherry. Raising her skirt, she began to rug her own brown nylon covered crotch against Paul's bare ass. Paul winced and moaned, this was overwhelming, he could not fight it. The feeling of his member moving in and out of his sister's nylon covered body in unison with the shiny brown pantyhose of his mother pushing behind was too much, this was all he had dreamed of.
"I can't fight it, it feels too good, yes, I will join you"
Sherry, still staring blankly even as her own brother thrust himself inside her nylon enmeshed nether regions, raised her hand. The orb flew to her. Paul had only a moment to cry out as he exploded inside his sister, a blinding light shot in to his face.
"No, no, no, no..."
For a moment he regained his sensed, but it was too late. Looking down he could see a thin white gauze begin to move up his legs. Sherry and Danielle moved away. Paul's body shuddered as the silky white nylon moved up past his knees, up his thighs, finally moving up and over his still erect member. Paul shook, the pleasure was incredible, the silky, shiny nylon molding and forming itself around his long, hard shaft. He looked again and realized that he was staring at his own body from the outside. Paul's ghostly form flew towards the orb as he joined his sister and mother in nylon enslavement. Paul stood and stared blankly, his lower body permanently enmeshed in silky white pantyhose. The orb settled in to Sherry's hands, the shadowy forms of herself, her mother and Paul swirling within. The three nylon clad slave spoke in unison.
"We are nylon, we obey, the orb is our master, we must find others to serve the orb..."
