It had been almost a full year since the people of Hosieria had descended upon Earth in their surprising and history-making first contact with the human race. After a few months of initial shock, their peaceful ways and human appearance allowed them to blend well with their hosts and many had already become productive members of society through their sharing of advanced technology with the people and corporations of Earth. And the Hosierian women, with no male counterparts as part of their expedition, were certainly a hit with the men of Earth. Their drop dead gorgeous appearance combined with the confidence they radiated made them the center of attention virtually everywhere they went, even when no one could tell they were not of this planet.
The Hosierians we especially a hit in certain communities of Earth, for some things that were considered almost taboo on this planet was mainstream culture on Hosieria. Foot worship, stockings, pantyhose, heels; all labeled as "fetishes" here were a part of daily life on Hosieria, and the women certainly involved themselves in such matters wherever they could in their brief time here on Earth. In fact, their interest in such subjects, and the high level of publicity it received through the media, led to a coming out party for many Earthlings, and kindling of new interests in others as these fetishes became "trendy". More clubs began to cater to these interests, more fetish oriented "bedroom" activity began to happen in private across America, and the stocking/pantyhose industry reaped in profits unlike anything they had seen in years. It was suddenly the "in" thing to be wearing heels and hose once again, something not really seen since the 70's, and the fetish clubs (some run by enterprising Hosierian women) were the hottest ticket in town.
The Hosierian clubs were the hot spots for another reason as well; the greenish skinned "pleasure drones" that frequented the premises. These seemingly human creatures could be seen wandering the streets during the day like ordinary people and were explained as "technologically enhanced" beings by the Hosierians. However during the clubs' operating hours, they were most often seen at the beckoned call for the club owners and other VIPs, ready to serve their foot and hose fetish desires in any way.
Once of these VIPs was really not really "important" at all. Rather, Gary was a young waiter at one of the clubs that was bought out by the Hosierians who, given that he had an interest in the new theme of the club, decided to stay on with the new employers. In fact, the Hosierians took a definite liking to Gary as well, and he could often be found "working" late at night on their hose covered feet and toes, as well as on some of their more prominent female clients who also took a liking to him. All this was not good for Gary's relationship with his girlfriend of 5 years, Jenny, who ended up dumping him over the long hours he had been working, suspecting the worse of his constant association with the gorgeous alien women. Hearing of his plight, however, the Hosierian club owners surprised Gary one night by presenting him with his own pleasure drone, a dead ringer for Jenny, of course the greenish toned being the only real exception. But that did not matter to Gary, her feet and legs were gorgeous and, unlike Jenny, she let Gary service them as he wished, something Gary was all to happy to do. Gary, nonetheless, tried time and time again to contact Jenny to make amends, however, she was nowhere to be found.
In fact, that was quickly becoming a common theme in many places, men and women dropping from sight. Some people immediately jumped to the "alien conspiracy" theory having watched too many horror movies on late night TV, but others quickly rushed to the aliens' defense citing all the advances they had made within society in just one short year. However those people did not realize that many of those advancements were research related, research into the human psyche, the human mind, and the human body. In fact Gary was the first human to be filled in on the aliens' little secret when they revealed to him that the pleasure drone he thought resembled Jenny was really, in fact, her. Jenny's new form was the result of the advanced technology the Hosierians had been employing on humans for several months now. Gary was, at first, totally shocked by the revelation, looking the drone over more and more closely for a flaw that would signal it was not really Jenny. But the fact that he had not been able to find his ex-lover for weeks was the final selling point. But rather than react with disgust and horror (which the Hosierians certainly had a plan for just in case) Gary seemed intrigued by the idea, and the thought that anyone could be made into a zombie like pleasure drone. Even more importantly, Gary became fascinated by the thought that anyone could become his pleasure drone, which was exactly the response the Hosierians had hoped for.
For the remainder of the evening the Hosierians filled their new counterpart in on the technology that made this all possible, a genetically engineered creature which acted almost like a virus in taking control of its victims. He watched live demos on women who had been invited back to the private area of the club later that evening, watching the green blob-like creature expand and move towards the helpless women. He watched as their expressions of horror turned to screams of complete and total ecstasy once the creature contacted their bodies. And he watched as the women gave themselves up to the pleasure totally and completely, opening up their minds in the process to whatever programming the creature was engineered to instill upon its victim. Gary watched several transformations that evening, bright and energetic young women being reduced to zombie like, foot and hose worshipping drones. And with each conversion, and the more pleasure drones that surrounded him, programmed to serve him, Gary became more and more addicted to the whole process, which was exactly the response the Hosierians had hoped for.
For the next several days, Gary took an active part in the conversions, feeling the incredible power surge through his veins as he wandered the streets in search of victims for the Hosierians, canisters containing the odd life form tucked away safely in his backpack. For an attractive woman at the shopping mall, a small canister secretly placed inside her shopping bag sprung to life once that woman was alone in her car on the drive home. A young couple playfully kissing in a secluded section of the local park was interrupted by the sound of a canister rolling towards them down the path which, by then, was far too late. Gary was even so bold as to confidently stride into a crowded beauty parlor, bolding placing one of the canisters down on the countertop, before turning and exiting the store, the confused eyes of the workers and patrons following his every move. The sound of many horrified women and men filling his ears as he exited, signaling there would be no further objections (8 women and two men consumed there alone). But Gary's most devious act waited until later that evening, when he returned home.
Gary had always loved his older sister's friend Tricia. And Tricia always seemed to play up to his desires, teasing him ever since he was 12 and she 16. But Gary's attraction for her never faded, especially as she blossomed into the lovely 24-year-old vixen she was today. So Gary was as pleased as always to see Tricia and his sister Sandy in the living room talking as he returned home from his busy day. "Well, well, well, look who it is," Sandy said mockingly as her brother walked in the front door, playfully referring in no uncertain terms to her brother's separatism over the past few weeks "Where have you been baby brother," she added? Gary and Sandy were always very close, but they had grown quickly apart ever since he accepted the job with the Hosierians at the club, the many hours spent there draining on their relationship. "I'm sorry sis, I'm really tired," Gary mumbled before heading to his room, not missing the opportunity to view Tricia's hose covered legs and bare feet before leaving their company.
Gary was lounging quietly on his bed when he began to hear voices in his head, strange but soothing voices. "Gary, Tricia is waiting for you, waiting for you to make her ours," the voices began, snapping Gary out of what he thought was a peaceful sleep. "Tricia must be ours Gary, she must be ours, she must be yours." "What, no, I, I can't, " Gary began to reason out loud. "I know her, I've known her for so long, even, even longer than, than Jenny," he continued, actually beginning to show a bit of remorse for his actions thus far. "And Sandy, Sandy is there, what can I do," he continued? "She too shall be ours, she too shall be yours. Tricia and Sandy both need to feel our power. Tricia and Sandy both need to feel your power. Tricia and Sandy both need to feel the pleasure of serving us," the voices continued. Gary began to envision Tricia and Sandy as pleasure drones, a thought he tried to release from his head but couldn't. He began to envision them writhing in ecstasy as the creature devoured them, a thought he tried to release from his head but couldn't. He saw them at each other's feet, at his feet, at the Hosierians' feet, their blank eyes signaling total devotion to their owners, a thought he tried to release from his head but couldn't. And within a few moments, Gary had his backpack over his shoulder and was heading downstairs.
Gary found Tricia and Sandy in the kitchen and waited for an opportunity which presented itself when the two left their half finished drinks on the counter to head up to Sandy's room for a second. Gary took a small vial from his backpack and placed a few drops of a blue liquid into the girls' sodas before returning heading to the living room. Within a few minutes, he heard Sandy's voice from behind him as she and Tricia entered the room, "so you decided to socialize a bit after all, huh," as the two girls took up their former positions on the couch. Gary chatted a bit with them, but was for the most part silent as he watched the two women yawn and stretch over and over again, "I don't know why I'm so tired all of a sudden," Tricia added as the two began to slump deeper into the couch. Gary had not had to use the sleeping potion provided by the Hosierians all day, but it was coming in handy now.
Tricia was the first to doze off, followed soon thereafter by Sandy. As the two girls slept, Gary made quick work of them, touching Tricia's hose covered feet and legs for the first time ever. When the two girls awoke, they were shocked to find themselves bound by the ankles and gagged, their arms wrapped tightly behind their backs, as Gary stood over them smiling. As they struggled, really mad, but half thinking this was some form of a joke, Gary took on a rather ominous tone, glaring at his two captives, "well it's about time you two woke up." The girls mumbled something inaudible as Gary continued, "you asked earlier, sis, where I have been, well, I've been to a most wonderful place. I've been to a place where I am accepted for what I am, where people appreciate what I can do for them. A place where girls like you Tricia kneel before me like good little pleasure drones should." The girls looked at each other and began to laugh, wondering what exactly a "pleasure drone" was and how that fit into Gary's little game. "You are both about to enter that same world, my world, the wonderful world of the Hosierians," he added. Sandy suddenly looked more seriously at her brother, having been one of the many to suspect an evil plot as part of the Hosierian's arrival. She mumbled something, something along the lines of, "Gary what have you gotten yourself mixed up in," but her words could barely be heard through the gag covering her mouth. Tricia still chuckled, thinking this was all a game until Gary took out the small silver canister from his backpack and set it on the table before them. The strange, subtle glow of the can made even Tricia believe something was not quite right here. Gary noticed Tricia's reaction and turned to her saying, "oh don't worry my dear, most come to enjoy this very, very much very, very quickly. And you have always been so special to me, I think I'll let you go first."
Gary could not utter another word before the lid sprung off of the canister, and the sinister, glowing blob quickly began to spread over the table and down onto the floor. Both girls' eyes opened wide in horror as they resumed their struggle to break free, especially Tricia for whom the blob was heading towards first. Tricia backed away as much as she could, trying literally to sink into the cushions of the couch to hide, but it was no use. And Sandy watched in absolute horror as the blob glided up to Tricia, almost pausing for an instant, before lunging for her body. Tricia instantly broke into hysterical laughter as the blob glided over her with the sensations of a billion feathers, fingers, and tongues wherever it touched; her hose covered feet, her calves, her thighs, wherever. The blob seemed to soak into her stockings, moving higher and higher, quickly reaching the girls pleasure centers, and forcing the laughter pouring from her helpless body to slowly change to moans of pleasure. Sandy watched and listened as Tricia tried desperately to resist, but found herself sinking deep into the midst of the pleasure being imposed upon her, now slowly grinding her hips up and down against the creature that covered her. Sandy watched in horror as Tricia's body began to take on an eerie greenish tone, matching that of the creature, as Sandy exclaimed "oh my god the pleasure drones" through her gag realizing the scheme being oddly revealed to her now. "Yes that's right Sandy, the pleasure drones," Gary explained, "and you shall be next."
Sandy found it hard to watch Tricia anymore preferring to turn away and cry as her friend's body was totally ravaged by the creature and knowing she was next. But her eyes drew back towards her friend as she heard her fall silent, and she burst into near hysterics as she now saw Tricia glaring at her with evil green eyes, her skin having completed its transition to the greenish hue. "Join me Sandy, it feels so wonderful," she heard Tricia's voice urging her on though her lips did not move. Tricia preferred to turn back towards Gary, one last time, her eyes pleading for mercy as the blob began to recede from Tricia and headed now for her. Gary looked back at his sister with a vacant stare and an evil smile, which was exactly the response the Hosierians had hoped for...
