she sprinted to her car, angry and mortified. she struggled to put her key in the ignition, hands shaking as she felt a bizarre swallowing feeling crawling up her hips and it hurt. she couldn’t believe this was happening, sickened by the fact that he had everything to do with it. how else would he know that her skin wasn’t just her regular toe tights? and now he had somehow made it spread...
she raced home, the familiar heat rising everywhere the orange nylon touched, except for this time everything was happening achingly slow. she ran to her bedroom and tore off her top to get a better look in her mirror. she watched with bewilderment the process of the soft fabric wrapping around her belly and she started to wince at the pain it induced. she felt helpless and monstrous. she was turning into a freak, a nylon covered monstress. not knowing what else to do, she laid flat on her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she let the transformation take over.
the fabric, silky, seamless and fluorescent, had been inching so slowly up her upper half, it brought with it the burning sensation of a scorching blue flame. all she could do was lay as still as possible, accepting her fate, occasionally screaming out. she tried biting her tongue trying to concentrate on the pain, where it was coming from, and the almost cool relief that occurred once a spot was covered. that was until the nylon continued upward again and brought all the searing pain rumbling back. the painful bright orange reached her breasts, closing in slowly with a sheer smoothness that gave her chills. her heart beat sped up even more somehow, and the regular burning sensation was now coupled with intense stimulation.
she began to cry out as she could see from the corner of her eye, the brightness climbing down her arms towards her hands. how would she show her face in public, with her arms and legs covered in bright fabric? bright orange legs and feet can be forgiven as colorful tights, but arms are much less often adorned, and so much harder to hide. her thoughts were interrupted by the transformation as searing pain hit her fingertips and made it feel as though each fingernail was being ripped off, one by one. didn’t this feel sort of good last time? she remembered the earth-shattering orgasm that swirled around painfully in the tub and wondered what was different.
her nipples became hard and the colorful hosiery tickled them, she took a deep breath as she let the pleasure sink in, almost able to ignore the pain that preceded it. her orange-clad pussy became slick as the fabric was practically massaging her tits. her breathing labored, she moaned and bit her lip, unable to see straight, an orgasm again rising between her legs. as her chest became completely engulfed, and the orangey hue crept across her shoulders, it crashed into her like a sinking ton of bricks. she arched her now flawlessly smooth orange back and threw her head back in utter pleasure as her body was now completely transformed.