Nylonians 2021 Pt. 03

Sorry, this final part is a bit late. Happy New year!

Part 3 (Vickie)

Professor Winters, Ronnie, and I returned from our transformative trip on Monday afternoon. The RCU campus was busy as usual with a number of students moving back and forth to classes and others enjoying perfect fall weather in the campus's quad area. Ronnie hid his hosed lower half under jeans and cotton socks. Professor Winters paired her black and white checkered blouse with a black layered skirt that feel just below her ivory hosed knees. Once we exited the car, she slipped back into a pair of black heels. Like Professor Winters, I maintained a variation of my normal look with one of my many skull logo shirts, a black suspendered mini skirt with matching heeled boots and my normal moon and star adorned fishnets worn over a pair of black Nylonian pantyhose.

"Here," Winters said while handing gift bags filled with alien hose packages to Ronnie and I. "Cammie created enough for us to get started. Besides converting people, I also need you to gather normal nylons for me to transform into more Nylonian pantyhose." She then pulled an ivory topped package from her bag. "I have been tasked by Cammie to create another Prime Convert like myself and Julia. Keep on the lookout for any candidates on campus you think would be able to expand the invasion's reach."

"Yes Professor, Ronnie and I said before parting with her. He headed to his fraternity house while I went to my dorm.

"You're looking fine today," some skater boys said as I walked through the quad.

Normally, this would have repulsed me. However, the new Vickie welcomed the attention. With a wink and slight lift of my skirt, I got one of the guys to follow me home like a puppy. "I'm Doug,' he said while trailing me.

I maintained forward focus and replied, "Don't really need to know your name, I just want some fun. Are you down for that?

"Yeah... I'm down."

My roommate Ellie was supposed to be in class, but, I left Doug in the hall while I checked. "Coast is clear," I said from the dorm. Slowly, Doug entered a dorm divided. I don't mean Ellie and I were at odds, the opposite in fact, she and I got along great. However, as a recent transfer from an all girl Catholic school, Ellie's half of the dorm was decorated like a mini church while mine was plastered with posters and memorabilia from horror themed films and bands.

"Nice place," Doug nervously said.

I smiled and started unfastening the skirt's suspenders. "Thanks, I like to be on top, strip and get on the bed." While Doug removed his oversized shirt and cargo pants, I looked him over a bit more. His dirty blonde, medium length mop top hair had to be blown from his eyes every few seconds. His face was also full of poorly trimmed stubble. My attention was drawn down when Doug dropped his boxers. This revealed an average sized, half erect cock.

"It'll get bigger," he promised while laying down.

Out of the boots and skirt, I slipped off my fishnets and climbed onto bed. "I know he will." Moments later, I placed Doug's hands on my black hose and watched his cock instantly grow to full mast. After a series of growing moans from his contact with the fabric, Doug thrusted his hips and throbbing shaft towards my hovering hosed cunt. I licked my lips and let out a lustful moan as I lowered onto him.

"Holy shit!" He cried out amid cries of pleasure."

"You haven't seen nothing yet," I replied amid a mild climax. My juices flowed onto Doug's thrusting member. Pink lines akin to an electric circuit formed on my hose. This triggered a process in which my dripping juices multiplied and transformed into liquid nylon that spread over Doug's lower half. I grabbed my lover's chest hairs and fucked him harder as we both became overwhelmed with lust.

"So soft... so silky," he repeated amid lustful moans as the nylon formed into hose matching mine.

Upon dismounting, I marveled at Doug's hard, nylon fused cock. "Put that thing away for now and get dressed."

"Yes," he replied before obeying my instruction.

While my new male convert dressed, I put my discarded clothing into a laundry bag and slipped into a pair of maroon sweat pants with RCU written in gold letters on each leg. "Ok Doug, you are to act normal and hide your new hose to avoid suspicion. But, when called upon, you will assist me and the other Nylonians in converting others on campus. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good boy," I said upon opening the door, "run along now." When he was gone, I went to my bed, laid down, and went to sleep.

"Welcome back," Ellie said from her desk when I woke hours later. How was the trip?"

"Eventful," I replied while I sat up.

"Are you going to get the extra credit Professor Winters promised?"

I nodded, "yeah, how was your weekend?"

Ellie turned her desk chair to fully face me. "Uneventful, study group on Saturday and church yesterday. Speaking of church, this may see odd but..."

"I appreciate the offers, I really do, but I am going to politely decline once again."

"Well, you're always welcome, but that's not what I was going to ask."

"Sorry."

"It's alright," Ellie replied with a warm smile, "anyway, at service they announced a church and school alumni is going to visit campus next weekend."

"Oh, who's that?"

"Senator Rachel Nelson, she's entering the presidential primary and wants to have her first rally here."

"That sounds great, but where's the question?"

"Ellie rolled her chair closer to me. "Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but, I'd like to wear something more... dressy than my normal attire. The nuns at St. Mary's Prep taught us a lot of things, but fashion was not one of them."

We both chuckled at the comment as I got up and walked to my closest. "Nothing too risky though," Ellie added.

I looked through my selection before bringing out a rose red, knee length A-Line dress with lacy black trim along the seams and bust area. "Will this work?"

"Ellie's eyes widened with delight, "that's perfect, thank you so much."

"No problem, is there anything else you need, shoes, jewelry... nylons?"

The last part of my question took her back a bit. "Umm," I think they look great on you, but I'm not really into the pattern or fishnet stuff you wear."

I smiled and used my eyes to guide Ellie's to my nylon clad feet. When her gaze drifted down, I pulled the sweats up to calf level. "I wear normal nylons too."

Her eyes remained fixated on my silky black calves as she replied, 'those... are... beautiful. Do you have another pair?"

"Identical," I said with a smile while approaching the bag of alien hose. Ellie's eyes followed my actions as I pulled out a package and handed it to her. Moments after contact, my roommate shuddered as if being electrocuted and fell backwards onto her bed.

"What... What's happening?" She said amidst her convulsing.

I slid out of my sweatpants, sat on the bed and rubbed Ellie's head. "Relax and enjoy your gift. As it had done with my conversion in Shadyville, the package flashed pink, opened and produced a pair of black hose that rose up like a charmed snake. I placed one of Ellie's hands on my hosed leg. This kept her in a blur of arousal as she and I used our free hands to remove her long, bulky wool skirt, panties and knee socks. "Are your ready?"

"Yes," she replied between gasping moans.

The risen hose moved to my roommate's petite, pale feet and slid themselves on. Each risen inch brought Ellie closer and closer to an explosive climax. Once fully on, electric pink lines formed on the hose to complete the final process of programing the host's mind. The nerdy, raven haired catholic convulsed and climaxed as she was given her new Nylonian purpose.

"How are you doing?" I asked once the metaphorical dust settled.

"Wonderful," I never want this feeling to end."

"It won't as long as you maintain your duty to giving everyone in the world this soft... silky... sexy gift."

"Yes, I want everyone to feel the true pleasure of nylon."

"They will, but first... I...I.."

"What is it Vickie?"

Once more, I could not tell if my feelings were driven by Nylonian purpose or something else lingering from my former self. "Well, to be blunt, since we became roommates, I've always wanted to... be with you... but..."

"Ellie smiled, "but you didn't know how to approach it because of my religion."

I nodded and without saying a word, Ellie draped her silky black leg atop mine and engaged me in a deep, passionate kiss. My hosed clit throbbed with excitement as our tongues danced and hands drifted between the other's legs. A blurred mix of Nylonian induced pleasure and genuine attraction for Ellie filled my mind and body as we brought one another to countless climaxes through the night.

My cell woke us the next morning. I groggily rose, gave Ellie a quick kiss and answered the ringing device. "Hello."

"Good morning," Professor Winters replied, "How was your first day back on campus?"

I glanced over at Ellie's hosed body and smiled, "It was great. I've made two converts so far, a skater named Doug and my roommate."

"Very good," bring your converts to my office at 10:00 this morning. We need to discuss our strategy for taking RCU."

"I'll see you then." Ellie got up after I hung up, came over and rubbed my shoulders. "Can we... umm.. take a shower in these?"

I nodded," yes, the alien fabric ensures we keep clean and maintain all of our normal functions."

"Ellie licked her lips, "Like letting me taste you last night."

I mimicked her lip action and headed towards the shower. Ellie followed, ensuring we got dirty and clean at the same time.

Ellie opted to wear the red dress I gave her the night before while I went with another skull themed shirt and black mini skirt. Unlike the previous day, I did not wear fishnets over my alien hose. We were greeted at The Professor's office by Ronnie. Like me, he had brought a pair of converts. The first was his girlfriend Tracy, an bubbly blonde with layered, medium length hair framing her perfectly made up face. She wore a stylish white tank top, black skater skirt, matching closed toe heels and nude Nylonian pantyhose. Ronnie's other contribution was his best friend Luis. Both were in RCU branded shirts and jeans that hid their hosed lower half.

After a few minutes, Professor Winters entered through a door in the back of the room that connected to a back hallway faculty used as a short cut to their lecture halls and classrooms. "Good morning she greeted while being trailed by a pair of faculty members. The first was RCU's Dean, Brenda Oliver.

It was quite odd seeing the long time feminist crusader dressed up. The Dean's usual attire always featured a frumpy top, loose fitting pants and simple flats or sandals. So, needless to say, all our eyes went wide upon seeing Dean Oliver in a satin salmon blouse, black pencil skirt, matching blazer, heels and suntan pantyhose. In addition to the attire, her brunette, bird nest hair had been straightened and fashioned into a weaved bob cut that accented her perfectly applied makeup.

Like Ronnie and I, The Professor's other convert was male. It took me a minute before I finally placed him as Mr. Adams from the financial aid office. In similar fashion to the other guys, Adams hid the Nylonian hose under a gray slacks he was wearing with a tucked in white polo adorned with a small RCU logo on the left shoulder.

"You two have been busy," Professor Winters said as she inspected our converts. "I'd like to have the whole campus under our control by the end of the week."

"With all due respect," Ronnie responded, "I'm not sure that is possible."

Winters shot him a coy smile while moving to her desk. "I see, what do you think Vickie?"

On the spot, I tried to run the numbers. Thankfully, I had just converted a math whiz who tapped me on the shoulder and whispered her calculations into my ear. "My amazing roommate has just informed me that converting the campus in that time frame is possible if we properly divide our efforts and primarily target the ladies first. Once we have them converted, the nature of Nylonian conversion will allow our ladies to quickly take the remaining guys without needing to source new packages from you."

"Excellent plan Ellie," Winters replied, "I'd also like each of our teams to focus on specific groups of targets. Mine will focus on faculty and staff. Ronnie's will take care of everyone associated with the Frat and Sorority houses. This task includes anyone who attends a Greek party or is dating your members. That leaves Vickie's with the remaining students."

Ronnie nodded, "sounds good, but I have one more question.

"What's that?'

"Have you found a candidate to be a Prime Convert?"

"Well," Professor Winters answered, "I was going to do that with Dean Oliver before realizing Julia and I were only given the honor due to being a first step of reach beyond Shadyville. Though a higher station than me on campus, Brenda's influence does not extend much beyond RCU. I'd like to find a candidate with more expansion potential."

After a few moments of silence, it hit me. "What about a senator who just entered the Presidential primary."

"Of course, " Dean Oliver chimed in, "Rachel Nelson. As an alumni, she's having her first rally on campus next weekend."

"Perfect," Winters replied with a smile, "That gives us this week to convert the campus and another to plan for Miss Nelson and her team."

With a plan in place, we set out to fulfill our assigned tasks. Ellie and I began with our friends and acquaintances before expanding to student groups and clubs. Every evening, we got more Nylonian packages from Professor Winters and gave her a sexual recharge so she could create more. The coordinated effort worked as we hit full campus conversion after a huge party thrown by all the Greek houses on Friday night. After ensuring we had no hold outs, our focus turned to Senator Nelson.

"Alright," The professor said to Ronnie, Tracy, Ellie and I as we sat in a van outside the Senator's motel. "Intel from Greg, a converted student who works in maintenance, says Nelson and her campaign manager are in the deluxe suite working on a speech for tomorrow's rally. Ronnie, Ellie and Tracy, you'll work with Greg to deal with the motel staff and remaining members of the campaign team. Vickie and I are scheduled to meet with The Senator as ambassadors from RCU."

We all nodded and left the van. Winters and I walked directly in while the others met Greg in the back. "I heard from Julia today," The Professor said as we rode in the elevator."

"Oh? How's she doing?"

"Very well, Julia easily took WSA and has quickly expanded into the other agencies."

"Prime Convert?"

"She's ahead of us on that," Winters replied, "She and WSA's Director successfully targeted and turned a United Nations Ambassador."

"Wow," I said as we approached Nelson's room. "Adding The Senator, will kick our invasion into high gear."

The Professor smiled before knocking on the door. The Campaign Manager, an athletic, middle aged man with short, sandy brown hair and a well groomed beard answered. "Hello, you must be from the college."

"We are," I'm Professor Olivia Winters and this is my student Vickie."

"Keith Chambers," he said while shaking our hands, "Senator Nelson is right this way."

Keith led us down a short hall into the large suite's main room which included a couch, 2 lounge chairs, coffee table, kitchenette and wall mounted TV. Nelson stood from her seat on the couch to greet us. As we exchanged pleasantries, I was in awe, pictures and video clips didn't do the stunning red head justice. Her slightly curled, shoulder length scarlet locks framed a beautiful makeup job that included, entrancing smoky eyes and cherry red lips. Nelson's attire consisted of a red, horse shoe blouse with long sleeves pulled up to her forearms. A black pencil skirt and matching peep toe heels paired with black stockings that revealed their lacy tops when Nelson sat back down. Like many others before them, Rachel and Keith could not stop looking at our hosed legs.

"Is everything alright?" Winters asked the gazing senator.

She shifted her eyes back up and smiled, "Yeah, sorry, it's been a long day. So, Dean Oliver sent a basic itinerary for the rally, but, told me you would have details to fill in the blanks."

"Of course," The Professor replied while gesturing a hand to a spot next to Nelson on the couch, "may I?"

"Please."

While taking her seat, Winters made sure to brush her ivory hosed leg on The Senator's hand. This resulted in a soft moan that she tried to hide amid a fake cough. "Excuse me," she said, it's a bit dry in here."

Like Nelson with The Professor, Keith's gaze drifted to my legs. The fake cough prompted him to turn focus back to the Senator and move to the kitchenette. "I'll get you something to drink."

"Thanks," Rachel said as she shifted in her seat. In the process of doing so, her gaze once again locked on The Professor's legs. "I... I love how the light dances on your nylon. What... What brand are they?"

"They're a special edition from Legacy. Would you like to feel them?"

A subtle nod from Winters sent me to the kitchenette where Keith had just retrieved a water bottle from the fridge. When he turned to take Nelson her drink, she bumped into me and came into full contact with my hose. Like his boss, Keith let out a soft moan.

Upon contacting The ivory pantyhose, Senator Nelson gasped and moaned again. "Holy shit! They.. They feel so amazing!"

"Keith likes them too," I said with a hand on his crotch. Feeling him grow under the slacks prompted a moan from my lips. "Will you two be alright alone. I think Mr. Chambers wants to show me the bedroom."

With both hands rubbing up and down The Professor's silky legs, Nelson replied amid growing moans, "we'll be fine, have fun."

"Let's go big boy."

Keith went in the room first and as he followed visual cues from me to undress. I watched Winters expertly remove The Senator's heels, skirt and stockings. We exchanged a smile before I turned attention back to my task. "I stripped to my hose and climbed into bed with Keith. At this point, his cock was at full mast and throbbing. I rubbed by silky knee against it, making the member throb more. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, he pleaded amid lustful gasps.

"Then take me." With that, Keith shifted between my hosed legs and slipped is rock hard cock into my wet, hosed pussy. "Yes!" I cried out as he thrusted deep inside. "Hold my wrists!" Keith did as instructed while I wrapped my legs tight around his back. This act pulled him deeper into my hosed cunt.

From the bedroom, we heard Senator Nelson let out a lustful mix of moans and words. "Yes! I... I want to be one with the nylon!"

This outburst from his boss caused Keith to thrust harder and deeper. I felt the pulse of his manhood as my juices turned to liquid nylon that encased his lower half. As the electric pink lines appeared to complete the process. We both neared an explosive finish. "Don't be gentle!" Keith didn't hold back as our bodies convulsed from enhanced Nylonian pleasure and our climax broke the bed.

"Hearing the crash, Winters and her fellow Prime Convert came to the bedroom. "Are you two alright?" Nelson asked.

"Yes," we replied in unison, "Nylon is pleasure."

This prompted a sultry laugh as they approached us. "Well," The Professor said, "The bed is already broke, we may as well break it some more."

We all purred in agreement as Winters mounted Keith's hosed cock and Rachel lowered her ivory cunt to my thirsty lips.

The bed broke many times over as we fucked until passing out.

The next day began a new phase of The Nylonian invasion. An auditorium full of converted men an women cheered Senator Nelson as she walked on stage. "Today," she began, "marks a turning point for this world. Nylon will replace War, hate and pain with peace, love and pleasure! The first step towards this bright future has been taken and our path is clear."