Candice's Pantyhose Ch. 02

Candice walked the short distance from the conference room to the reception station as a cold chill flushed over her legs. She looked down to see a unique sheen over her nude pantyhose as the matte material changed before her eyes to a high gloss. She was dazed at first from everything that had just happened to now the mystic transformation that her new fused nylons were impeding on her. She stumbled to her chair and fell into it. She opened her legs and looked at her used pussy. She shook her head in disbelief as her leaky pussy as of two minutes ago was glossed over with thick white sperm, was now clean and spotless. The wet stains over her cunt were also gone, the only difference was the high sheen on her hose. She ran her hands over her thighs and marveled at the quality of the fabric, the luxurious softness that engulfed her.

Candice looked at the clock and shook away the fact that it was lunchtime already. Her stomach was in a knot and she felt nauseated at the thought of food after the perverted act she had just willingly committed.

The young receptionist turned on her chair and slowly crossed one leg over the other; the best she could do to hide her vagina. She moved the mouse and broke the monitor from the screen saver that had activated during the last ten minutes. She fired up the web browser and hit up Google. Candice bit on her lower lip as her thumb tapped against the wrist guard of the keyboard. Her fingers slowly peeked at the keys as her mind slowly traced over what she was trying to word.

''Corpo Eclipse'+Wolford.' She entered... four hits lit up the screen, three of them being in Italian in the summary text.

She sucked on the side of her cheek and clicked the English result which pulled up a spec sheet pdf. Most of it looked to be very technical, formulas, mathematical equations, diagrams, and really mostly stuff that might as well have been in Italian. A few words caught her eye as she flew past the technical jargon; hormones and nano-biology, organic hosiery. Revolutionary, Wolford's answer to 'green' hosiery.

Candice caught her hand stroking her knee cap as she read. She couldn't help but think her legs actually did look better, toner, slimmer, and sexier than ever before. She could feel her nipples engorged under her blouse as the thought entered her mind, her hand left her knee and softly touched her small breast, which felt full and sensitive. She squeezed softly realizing that her small A-cup breast was highly sensitive to the touch. She caught herself licking her lower lip under her teeth before the phone rang and she was broken from her spell. Candice had to read the wall to remember where she was as she broke from the daydream. Moments later she was back at the screen. She clicked on one of the Italian links and had Google translate it. It looked like a blog, chronological text. She scrolled down until she found the text she was searching for.

'Body Eclipse' it translated. A young female Italian blogger described a similar experience that Candice had went through the night before. The blog pretty much stopped soon after the initial mention of the 'Body Eclipse' event.

The intercom at her desk beeped once before a male voice spoke. 'Miss Walker, would you mind stepping into my office.' The voice was Harry, one of the principals in the firm.

'Yes sir.'

She uncrossed her legs and stood from her chair. Harry was an intimating man, large, heavyset, dark eyes set back in his head casting a constant shadow over his eyes. The only good thing she could think about her boss was that he was nice to the women there, which wasn't the case for the men in the office, whom he talked down to most, except John, whom he went to school with. John, the man that just violated her, took her virginity that she was saving for marriage.

Candice walked through the office banks toward Harry's private office, she knocked on the frame before opening the door. Harry called out for her to come in. She subconsciously tugged at the hemline of the skirt before entering.

'Close the door behind you, Miss Walker.' Harry commanded. Candice turned on her heel and quietly closed the door, her eyes hard on the jamb as it closed.

'Wow.' He muttered to himself as she turned to him, her ponytail swinging behind her head.

'Excuse me?' Her voice broke trying to get the question out.

'Come over here.' He said, his heavy hand pointing to the ground behind his desk.

She pressed her lips together as she walked the length of his office to stand next to him. He didn't leave his chair, but his eyes were trained on her legs every step she made until she was within his reach. She felt the now-familiar cool breath over her crotch as she stood next to him. His thick hand rested on the back of her thigh sending a shiver up her spine.

'John told me what a hot number you were wearing today.' His hand crept closer to her inner thigh as he began to remind her of her own acts, not a half-hour before. 'He also told me how much you loved what he did.'

His hand massaged the soft flesh of her inner thigh as she could feel her own pussy lubing up, tingling under the closeness he was to her most private parts.

'How tight your pussy gripped and sucked at his fat prick meat.' His meaty paws brushed against the opening in her tights, smearing her juices against the top of his hand.

'How your whore cunt is probably always ready.'

His fat finger slid effortlessly into her well-lubed tight hole. Candice closed her eyes as she tried to block out the invasion. She could feel her feet arching painfully in her 4-inch heels as she tried to raise her body off the finger inside her. Another one in her, her knees were weak then he removed his fingers.

'And I now see he was right.' He said.

Harry smelled his wet fingers then licked them.

'That's one fresh pussy you have there babe.'

He wiped his fingers on her beige skirt then took off his wedding band and laid it on the desk.

'Now that you've got my cock at attention, don't you think you should do something about it, darling?'

She opened her eyes to look down at the tent pole under his slacks, pushing up his belly. She felt her stomach turn at the thought.

Harry leaned back in his oversized chair and played with his belt. His eyes scanning over the young receptionist hungrily. She pulled her tiny skirt up to her waist and turned and faced him. She looked down in shame, only to see her hairless slit staring back at her. She could feel her juices flowing freely down her hosed thighs. She closed her eyes embarrassed; her small hands to his fat body found his button and zipper under his flab and worked his small cock out of his boxers. She could feel his smile on her as her hands pulled on the four-inch cock.

Harry turned in his chair and pulled the contrasting figure onto his exposed lap, forcing her glossy legs around his as she fell down onto him. Her hand never left his meat. She worked her knees between the chair and his ass before aligning her dripping pussy over his cock. Harry moved his hands over her blouse and began unbuttoning her blouse. Candice never opened her eyes, she was trying to block out this whole experience that she couldn't stop despite the voice in her head whispering quietly to continue. As she lowered her lithe form down and used her pussy to suck the small hard cock into her, Harry pulled her shirt down her shoulders revealing her swollen naked breast for his eyes. Her bright red nipples were beaming at him as he pulled her upper body toward him and put her left tit on in his greasy mouth. Her eyes squinted with her cheeks.

Harry's hands clasped around the young receptionist's waist as he pulled her labia down, grinding into the base of his cock. He bit savagely into her nipple causing the first audible reaction from her. Her body had once again betrayed her, as her torso remained motionless her cunt sucked and milked at the tiny intruder. Her legs and ass slapped his naked pelvis, sloppy sounds filling the room. He attempted to rock her waist back and forth while he proudly impaled her. He was already out of breath when he broke from her tit. As much as she hated to admit it. his cock was the perfect size for her. It didn't hurt like John's violation earlier.

'Damn right Candice, milk that cock darling, milk it.'

Harry grabbed at her nylon-covered ass and squeezed her silky ass cheeks. He jolted under her, once, twice. She knew he was done, the second load she had ever received in her unprotected pussy, all in the same day. The idea of being pregnant with this man's baby had her feeling light-headed, nauseated.

Harry continued to hold her on top of him for another sixty seconds as he breathed heavily leaning back in his chair, holding her ass, trying to grind his four-inch pecker into her near-perfect body. Candice opened her eyes to see her boss's boss laid back, exhausted, and winded. She felt the cool breeze on her pussy while his cock was still in her. She looked down to witness her gusset attempting to reforming around the small cock. She pushed off his chest, his flaccid member falling out of her with a trail of cum with it. She looked down to see the sheer gusset fully sealed. Her hand reached down and rubbed her slit through the fabric, rubbing the viscous liquid into the nylon. She closed her eyes and her hand rubbed harder, forcing the saturated fabric back into her, sending the seam riding along her excited clit until she felt her own orgasm building. She already missed his cock inside her. It was just right for her virgin pussy not even an hour ago. But she was left hanging, unable to orgasm on it before he spent his vile seed in her.

Her butt found the desk as she rested her weight on it as she rubbed with vigor. Harry looked on with interest as this beautiful girl his daughter's age rubbed her pussy off in front of him. Harry found her leg and messaged above her knee as her eyes traveled back into her head and she began low moans to herself. Candice fell back on the desk, her legs splaying open for him. His hands traveled up her calves to her moist cum rich hole as she idled half-naked on his large desk. This was a handful of times Candice had ever touched herself sexually. It was improper, not how she was raised. Now she was doing this for someone that just desecrated her vagina. Filled her with more cum than she's ever had.

'I've decided you have a new dress code to follow Miss Walker.'

He rolled his large mass over in his chair and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He produced his company AMEX card laid it on her firm stomach breathing heavy up and down.

'From now on, these heels you're wearing, nothing shorter. That skirt you're wearing, nothing longer.' His hand traced her nyloned thigh as he spoke, 'Skirts or dresses every day. Understand me, Miss Walker?' He rubbed his rough sausage fingers on her silky pantyhose and declared, 'And more pantyhose like these.'

'It goes without saying Miss Walker, You'll do fine to throw your panties out, and any bras those little tits of yours ever touched.' He was vile and disgusting.

What woman doesn't wear panties? Yeah, she rarely wore bras she suddenly felt more naked than ever, knowing this is her new reality.

She lazily answered him back with a series of mumbled replies.

'Take the afternoon off, get what you need to get, and bring the receipts to me tomorrow.'

She reached down and picked the plastic card from her stomach, opening her eyes to look at it. As she came too, she rashly closed her legs and threw a hand over her naked breast, and looked around his office for her shirt. Her hair slightly disheveled in the rapid action. Harry reached for his wedding ring and slipped it back on. She hopped off the desk and picked up her shirt on the other side of the desk and began redressing. Harry blew her a kiss as she lowered her form-fitting beige mini skirt over her exposed sex.

Candice rushed for the door clutching the credit card, looked back at Harry nervously then left his office. Her eyes followed the floor as she made it to her desk. She slid the card into a pocket on her purse, passing John as he was coming back from lunch. He forcefully cupped her ass cheek and gripped it hard, leaning into her ear as she squinted her eyes.

'See you at the gym tonight. Partner.' John said with a creepy undertone.

The way he said it sent a chill up her spine. She couldn't even look at him. The moment he released the grip on her tight ass she bolted out the foyer door, heading for her car.

The young receptionist arrived at her car shaking her head wondering what she was doing. She landed her ass in the car seat and contemplated her task. She felt another cool sensation wash over her legs as a subtle glitter was added to the high sheen over her legs. She moved the hem of her skirt to the side and observed that her cum-drenched pussy was clean again.

'It feeds off the cum..' she said to herself, guessing. She rubbed her hand over the sheer gusset inspecting it.

'These really do look great now.' Her eyes widened admiring the extra touch her nude pantyhose acquired.

She started the car and paused with her hand absent-mindedly stuck between her legs. As her fingers moved over the soft material she slowly thought of possible destinations for the ordered shopping excursion. She knew immediately her new uniform would not be available at typical malls or shops. She thought back to some of the seedier areas of town where a stripper or prostitute might shop. Not the kind of place your wholesome Christian girl would be seen but as she looked at her hand buried between her hairless slit she dismissed the idea of being wholesome anymore. These pantyhose were changing her. In a matter of hours, her will and morals had fallen blindly to extreme lust.

She pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the slums of the city, filled with topless and nude bars, streetwalkers, and liquor stores. She received several honks of approval from men in trucks peering into her low-riding vehicle. She couldn't manage to remove her wondering fingers from her quickly growing wetness, which only helped toward drawing attention to her hiked skirt torso. Passing by an adult video store she found a shop that appeared to house what she was seeking. She curled her lips as she parked. The cab of her Pilot had become quite steamy as she killed the engine. She brought a finger to her lips out of curiosity, sucking it softly.

'Hmm.' She pursed her lips analyzing her juices.

Her eyes traveled around the parking lot as she realized what she had done. Not seeing anyone Candice grabbed her purse and headed into the shop.

As suspected, on entry, the shop was sparsely populated with customers, and adequately supplied with revealing garments and lingerie. She bit her lower lip and looked across the aisles toward the back of the store where skirts were before heading there. She tugged at the hem of her skirt constantly as she walked, still not used to its short length. She found a colorful assortment of form-fitted tight micro skirts, barely bigger than a large belt, hanging like dirty rags from hangers. She picked one her size in black, and one in red then pulled a white mini skirt slightly longer than the one she was wearing from another rack. Her eyes wandered as she peered toward the dressing room before walking there.

She locked the flimsy cheap wood door behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her heels. She looked in the mirror as her shiny nude hose seamlessly blended into her hips. Her hands wandered from her firm abdomen to where the fabric started. Her skin shivered under the foreign fabric bound to her. Candice unhooked the red skirt from the hanger, discarding it to the side; stepping into the stretchy fabric with two quick motions. She slid it carefully over her hips and pulled her blouse over it. The micro skirt did worse to cover her crotch than her previous skirt, but there was no burning sensation with this one, instead, a cold wash ran up her legs as her pantyhose changed to an opaque black in a hypnotic fluid motion. The outfit was killer with her red heels, contrasting sharply against the rich black on a tiny swatch of red fabric at her waist.

Candice leaned against the wall of the small room where it was easy to see up her micro skirt with just the slight angle revealing the seamless fabric now tracing over her pussy, forming to her outer labia, holding it like a hammock. She lowered the skirt an inch or two, sending the implied waistband of her nylons with it almost instantly like they had been pulled down with the skirt. She smiled to herself at the ingenuity, a part of her felt eager to show off the outfit to her bosses, then she shook herself out of the thought.

'I can't believe what is happening to me.' She whispered.

She did a few turns in the red micro mini-skirt, admiring her tight ass and even more how her labia was framed with the opaque tights.

'I could really get away with this look.' she thought.

Tugging a little at the hem to lower it another two inches. Again the waistband of her tights perfectly matched the waist of the skirt. No tights waistband revealed no matter how low she lowered the skirt. She admired her raised hip bones peeking out from the waistline. She turned around, the thumb indents above her butt.

Happy with the look she pulled the skirt off, as it fell to the floor the waist of her seamless black tights returned to their natural position above her hips. This time Candice could see a clearer distinction of where they stopped on her waist, more so than the almost non-existent difference with the nude pantyhose moments before. There was a soft edge to the waist, no elastic band, or rigid edge, just a band that melted with her skin.

She had also noticed that the pantyhose were no longer so sensitive to the touch, rubbing her legs together still felt magical but not longer forced the explosive orgasm as earlier today or last night.

She wondered if the pantyhose would always decide the opacity for her, the denier, or color. She placed a hand under the short hem of the skirt and cupped her meaty outer labia; her eyes closed softly with a small electric charge bolting through her throbbing clit. Since putting them on for the first time last night her clit constantly seems erect. She never remembered even noticing her clit before, maybe in the shower or the few times she was being rebellious as a teen and tried masturbating. Come to think of it, she had a hard time even remember orgasming prior to wearing these. Certainly, the orgasms since putting them on last night were life-changing.

Feeling her erect clit with her thumb, she stroked it softly, very softly, and thought of sheer, denier of 10 pantyhose might look better with this outfit, the skirt and shoes at least. She felt a cool wave on her legs and opened her eye. She looked at the opaque black seamless tights, but nothing happened. She sighed, blowing the loose strings of hair in the puff. She tried rubbing her erect clit through the tights with a more steady pace. She could quickly feel the orgasm growing. She rolled her mini-cock faster, and tried to focus on her legs, she felt the cool wave building on them again, she rocked her hips in the dressing room, humping her hand against her increasingly wet crotch. As the orgasm peeked the cool wave became colder, her eyes rolled back in her head her pussy exploded her juices all over her hand and tights.

Her breathing was slowing and she opened her eyes. Her cupped hand had a pool of juices that had escaped the confines of her nylon crotch. She had no idea what to do with it. There was nothing on the floor of the dressing room, just her wet crotch and the pool of ejaculate in her hand. Curious she thought.