The Contura Conspiracy
Perils in Pantyhose, Part One
By Magnus, edited by Panic

I awoke Friday morning to find the sun's rays touching the foot of my bed.  I looked over at the alarm clock and noticed that it was 7:15 am.  'I'm going to be late for work if I didn't get up now,' I thought.

Usually I have plenty of time to get ready, but today I was in a rush.

I jumped in the shower and lathered up, trying to wash away the last remnants of sleep.  I began to notice my nipples harden as they always do when I'm in the shower in the morning.

I caressed them gently. bringing them to pointed perfection.  With each caress, the erotic sensations built up in my breasts as my back began to arch them into my face.

I thought, 'I could do this all day...'

Then the phone rang.  My concentration broken, I decided to get out and go see who it was.

It was my friend, Debby.

"Kristen, I'm glad I got a hold of you!  We're meeting at MacReary's for lunch, ok?"

"Ok," I said.

I hung up the phone, finished drying myself off and got ready for work.

Today's a short day, and Debby, Nancy and I always meet for lunch on Fridays to talk about the what we were gonna do for the weekend.

I blow dried my long blond hair and set it in a ponytail.  After I applied my face, I got dressed and grabbed my gym bag, then left for work.

My job as a dental hygienist keeps me pretty busy most of the week, except on Fridays, so I often have time to go to the gym and workout.

I try to keep up a good routine.

Mondays, I jog five miles in the park.  Wednesdays, I do an hour of cardio aerobics.  Fridays are generally stairmaster and cycle days.

I got to work and said, "Hi," to Bill, my boss.  Then I went out to see Louise, the receptionist, for today's work load.

"Only three today, Louise?" I asked.

"Only three Kristen."

The first two went by rather quickly.

I grabbed the chart for the third and went out to the waiting room.

"Mrs. Joan Watson?" I asked.

"Right here."

I saw this beautiful redhead stand up and walk towards me.  Every eye was on her as she crossed the room.  She was dressed provocatively in a royal blue halter mini, black 5 inch heels and the shiniest suntan pantyhose I'd ever seen.

"Follow me," I said.

We went back to the exam room, where I was to perform an initial exam on her.  As she eased into the chair, I noticed how the light refracted off of her pantyhose.  It made me quiver with excitement.  I simply had to find out where she got those pantyhose!

I've always loved pantyhose; the way they look, the way they make my legs tingle when I walk, and most of all the way they constrict and hold you in, and ohhh! that cotton panel.  How it massages my clit yet allows it to breathe!

"I hope you don't mind, but I just gotta ask you where you bought your pantyhose?"

"Oh, I don't mind," she said, "In fact, it's my business.  They're called 'Contura' and they're completely durable and run free.  I get them at Dixons Department Store, where I work as a clerk in the lingerie department.  They cost about forty dollars, but they're worth every penny!"

"I'll bet," I said, "they look like they feel pretty luxurious."

"They do, would you like to feel them?"

"Oh, yes," I said.

I went over and closed the door.  Then I went back to the recliner and put my foot on the controls and eased her back into a reclining position.  She uncrossed her legs for me as I began to run the tips of my fingers, and then my hand up the front of her right leg.

'They feel so silky and slippery,' I thought.  She let out a little coo as I slowly neared her thigh.  I became so excited by the sheer silkiness of the pantyhose that I could feel myself getting wet.

As I neared her upper thigh she started to gyrate her hips.  I got a glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush and her cotton panel.  I took a moment to linger, then went back down her leg.  I saw that she wanted me to continue.  But right at that moment, I just had to control myself.

"They feel more silky then any hose I've ever tried on before," I said.

"Well, you'll just have ta come on down and getcha some," she said.

I chuckled, "You bet."

"Oh, I neglected to mention one thing," she said. "You only need to buy one pair cause they can change colors!"  With that, her pantyhose went black, then taupe, then nude.

"Wow!" I said, "These are worth forty dollars."

When I was finished with her exam, she thanked me, and I thanked her for turning me "on" to the pantyhose.

"Ok then, I'll see you later," she said.

"You bet," I said.

I put away my instruments, then said goodbye to Bill and Louise.  I couldn't wait to meet with Debby and Nancy at MacReary's.

They were waiting for me out front.

Debby's a 29 year old Brunette.  She worked as a computer consultant for Northwest Air.  She was wearing a red Ally McBeal type business suit that accented her shapely legs, hair and hazel eyes.

Then there's Nancy.  She's a 31 year old stock analyst in her fist year with Winford and Smith.  She was dressed in a tan business mini with a peach colored scarf around her neck.  She looked gorgeous in it with her strawberry blond hair and green eye's.

As I neared them we hugged and kissed one another.  Debby asked how my day was, and I said, "Just great."

Nancy said, "We'd better get a table, the place is starting to fill up."

We got a table and took out our menus.  Soon, the waitress took our orders from us.

"I'll have the chicken caesar," I said.

Debby wanted the shrimp salad and Nancy wanted the chicken fillet combo with veggies.

"So what are we gonna do this weekend?" I asked.

"Go manhunting like we always do!" said Nancy.

"Oh, no, not to one of those seedy night clubs you take us to.  I've had enough of those," Debby spoke up.

"How about Dunnley's?" I said, "Its a nice club with lots of atmosphere.  Who knows, you might find Mr. Right there."

"Or Mrs. Right," chimed in Nancy.

"What do you say girls, my treat?"

"Sure, I'm in," said Nancy.

"Ok, let's do it," said Debby.

"Ok, then.  But first I just gotta go over to Dixons Department Store and pick up some things.  I had this woman come in today.  She was a gorgeous red head named Joan.  Well, anyway, she had on the most shiny and luxurious pair of pantyhose that I have ever seen.  They're called 'Contura', and they're completely indestructible."

"Indestructible?" asked Nancy, "No way."

"You won't believe this, though.  They can change color!"

"No way!" they both say.

"Sooo silky to the touch, I got wet just felling them."

"She let you feel them, huh?" asked Debby.

"Oh, she sure did.  I almost made out with her in my exam room.  Thinking about it now just makes me want to get a pair even more."

"How much are they?" asked Nancy.

"Forty dollars, but they're worth very penny."

"I'll say," said Debbie.

"Me, too.  I've just got to get me some," said Nancy, "they sound exhilarating."

The waitress came back with our orders and we ate, or inhaled our food, each wanting to get to Dixons to buy the pantyhose.

After dinner, we journeyed to Dixons.  I couldn't wait to get to the lingerie department.  I could feel my sex beginning to throb, pulsing with pleasure already at the anticipation of purchasing the new pantyhose.

As we entered the store, I heard Nancy say, "Hey, would you take a look at those mannequins!"  I looked over where she pointed and saw four beautiful, very life-like mannequins dressed in evening wear.  There were two blondes, a brunette and a red head all done up in evening gowns and cocktail dresses.  They looked fantastic, posed there as if they were attending some kind of party, complete with champagne glasses.  They were so incredibly life-like, I couldn't believe it.

"I like the first blonde.  It kinda looks like you, Kris," said Nancy.

"Yeah, she does," I replied.

"I wonder where they make those?" said Debby, "They're so gorgeous."

"I don't know," I said, "but look at the blonde's legs.  The first blonde mannequin was dressed in a blue cocktail mini with matching shoes.  The cut of the dress was so short that it almost exposed her sex, if she had one.  But more importantly, she was wearing Contura pantyhose!

"Those do look good," I could hear Nancy say.

"Yes they do," Debby said as well.

"Well, this is what we're here for, girls.  Let's go."

As we entered the lingerie department, I noticed more mannequins scattered throughout the department.  Some were headless and some were not.  They were modeling corsets, teddies and negligee's, but all of them though were wearing Contura pantyhose.

I spotted the sales girl, Joan, from earlier today, still looking as stunning as when she was at my office.

"Hi, Kristen! You girls here for the pantyhose?"

"Yes we are," I said.  "I also need a dress and some shoes."

"Sure, I can help you with that," she said.  "If you see anything you like, just let me know, and I'll get it for you."  That brought to mind the cocktail dress the striking blonde mannequin was wearing when we fist came in.

"How 'bout that blue dress the mannequin down in front is wearing?"

"Sure, what's your size?"

I told her my dress and shoe sizes, and she directed us to the fitting rooms in the back.  On the way, we all selected a pair of Contura pantyhose from the display.

"Funny," Debby said, "the pantyhose don't come in any specific sizes?"

"That's weird," I replied.

"That's because of their form hugging qualities," said Nancy, "read the back of the package."

Sure enough it said precisely that right on the back of the package.

We got to the fitting rooms, which were a little like miniature hotel suites, complete with bathrooms.

We each selected one and began to undress.

As soon as I was nearly undressed, there was a knock on the door.  It was Joan with the new dress for me to try on.

"Here you go," she said, "if you have any trouble please feel free to page with that button over on the wall."

"Thanks," I said.

I finished undressing and opened the package of pantyhose.  I was amazed!  They didn't smell like pantyhose, they smelled like wild flowers.  The scent was intoxicating.

I bunched up the left leg and slowly began to pull it up to my knee.

I could already feel the exhilaration from only having them part of the way on.  As I began the second leg, the exhilaration began to intensify.

As I began to pull them up snug, I could feel them begin to tingle.  And when they came in contact with my sex, it sent little waves of extasy to my brain.

At that point, I noticed that the pantyhose had no seems!  But they did have a cotton panel, as I saw before on Joan legs.

I put on my new shoes and took a step.  I could not believe how silky they felt as I ran my hands up and down my thighs.  It was like walking on air, thousands on tiny fibers were massaging my legs, bringing me to orgasm.

Slow and short was the first one.  I let out a moan; these were the most stimulating pantyhose I'd ever worn before.

As I stood there, I looked over to the mirror.  I could see how shapely and beautiful my legs had become.

I took another step, and another orgasm rocked me; this one was more intense than the first!  I could tell I was wet and looked in the mirror at my crotch.  It was wet, but not as wet as I thought it would be.

Good I thought I wont ruin these pantyhose.

I bent over and picked up the dress and stepped into it.  I could feel another orgasm building as I slid it up and on.

In the other rooms I could hear Nancy and Debby cooing with the same pleasure that I was experiencing by wearing these pantyhose.  As I finished pulling up the dress another orgasm hit me, even harder then the last one.

I thought, "How am I gonna get home with these on?"

That's when I thought, 'I better take them off so I can go home.'  I took of the dress and started to remove the pantyhose, but they wouldn't come off.

"Oh, my god!" I said, as I tried unsuccessfully to remove them.  They had bonded with my skin, and now the waist band was disappearing!

I went to press the button when I noticed that my legs were stiffening.

I panicked as I repeatedly pressed the button.

Then another orgasm hit me, and another and another, I could feel I was losing myself as Joan entered the room.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

"No," I said, "I can't seem to remove the pantyhose, they won't come off."

"That's good," she said, "that means they're working."

"Working? Working on what?"

"Working on your body.  With each orgasm you have, they begin to shrink tighter and tighter, eventually paralyzing you.  You are already begining to feel it now.  Soon you won't be able to move at all."

She was right!  They were tightening, and now I could barley move my legs.

"Soon, you'll be ready for the process," she said.


"Yes, the process that will change you and your friends into mannequins."

"No," I said, "you can't do this to me.  I don't want to be a mannequin."

"That's a choice you no longer have, I'm afraid."

As she spoke, the orgasms began again, overwhelming me with their intensity.  I came again and again and again.

I must have blacked out, because when I awoke, I found myself still standing, under what appeared to be some kind of cylinder.  I tried to move, but found that I couldn't.  I tried to speak, but found the only part of my body that I could move was my eyes.

Debby and Nancy were standing next to me.  Since I could see in the mirrors a few feet in front of us, I could see they had the same look of arousal on their faces as I had, still dressed in our pantyhose and heels.

Not long after I woke up, a man entered the room, or lab, we were in.  He walked around in front of us, inspecting each of us thoroughly.

"You will make fine additions to my collection," he said.  "My name is Marc.  Marc Dixon.  I own this store, and now I own each of you, too.  You are all about to embark on an erotic journey, one I'm afraid you'll never return from.  As you know, when each of you put on the pantyhose, and they came in contact with your vaginal flow, they induced a chemical into your blood stream to cause you to have increasingly intense orgasms.  As these orgasms increased in intensity, the pantyhose got tighter and tighter, making it impossible for you to move, until your brains were overloaded with pleasure.

"You see It's quite simple, But now comes the fun part.

"All of you will be transformed into mannequins to be placed on display in my store."

In my state of arousal I could hear him speak, but I really didn't care.  All I really wanted was for the orgasms to start again.

As he continued inspecting us, he made a few adjustments.

'He's posing us,' I thought.  He posed Debby with her arms bent at the elbows slightly, and the wrists cocked out from her sides.  He moved her left leg out as he tilted her hips to the right.

He moved on to Nancy and did the same to her legs, and positioned her left hand to almost rest on her hip, but out just a little.  Her right arm he bent up a bit, and then he moved her hand up near her face.  Lastly, he positioned her head to look at her finger nails, and he adjusted her facial expression to give her a puzzled look.

He came over to me and moved my legs out about two-and-a-half feet apart.  He positioned both my hands like they would be on my hips, then straightened my torso up to make my breasts more prominent.  I felt electrified, his touch was stimulating me like no man's had ever done before.

Next he adjusted my head so I was looking straight forward, and decided to reposition my hips.  He made my left leg straight and moved my right leg out. When he was done, I looked like I was in a kind of showgirl pose.

"There," he said, "you're ready."

He went over to a workbench as a stunningly beautiful, fortyish-looking woman entered the room.  "Ah, Helga! Just in time to help me begin the mannequinizing process."

"Let's begin with inserting the plastifying cream."

"Yes, Mr. Dixon," she said.

Marc and Helga put on rubber gloves and prepared three dildos with a kind of flesh colored cream, attaching tubing to the ends and connecting them to what looked like caulking guns.

He inserted the first one into me.

I could feel the tension build in me as he slid the dildo in; the sensation was bringing me to orgasm.

When it was completely in, I began to feel a pumping motion, and I realized Marc was filling me with the cream.

"This," he said, "is a plastifiing cream.  It will help speed up the plastification process from the inside."

The pumping motion brought me to orgasm, as I began to feel a tingly sensation emanate from my sex. He removed the tube, but the dildo stayed in and kept vibrating!

When Marc was done with me, he helped Helga finish up with Nancy.

They had moved on to Debby, when Marc said, "I don't like this one's face very much.  She very beautiful, but we already have enough mannequins that look just like her."

I thought, 'What are they going to do to her?'

Helga wheeled over a cart with a bowl of cream on it.  Helga handed Marc a razor, and he shaved off Debby's hair.  When he was done he took some of the cream and applied it all over her head, especially her face!

Next, Helga handed him a rubber mask and fitted it over her head.

Soon they had removed Debbie's face!

'No!' I thought, as Marc poked two holes in the nose of the faceless Debby.

"Good, they're ready for the plastification bath.  We can send this one's head in to be redone later," Marc said.

I saw Helga go over and press a button on a control panel.  The cylinders lowered down around us.

As bluish water began to rise around us all, I began to realize my fate.  'We're about to become mannequins!' I thought, as the water rose above my breasts. It wasn't long before I was fully emersed in the liquid, and I began to float.

The tingling sensation was spreading throughout my body; all at once I was overwhelmed with the sensation.

My body was hardening! The sexual tension began to build as I could feel another orgasm coming on.

I came as I could feel the hair on my body being absorbed back into the device; I was lost in the moment of intense extasy.

It was like my skin had become one huge erogenous zone.  I was enthralled.  My skin began to glow as the tingly sensation builded.

Then I noticed my breathing and heart rate slow and finally stop, but I was so aroused I didn't care.  I could feel the plastic growing thicker and thicker as my vision became fixed, looking straight ahead.  All the while, the dildo Marc had placed in me was vibrating and pumping away...

Soon the bluish fluid had receded and the cylinder rose.

As my vision cleared I noticed a reflection in the mirror.  It was me.

I was dumb struck, my body was now completely transformed!

No longer did I have the appearance of flesh, MY body now looked shiny and plastic.

I examined the changes that had been made to my body.  My breasts had an inflated look that was very flattering, but my areolas were gone.  All that remained of them were little points on the tips of my breasts.

My belly button was also changed; it now was only an indentation.

I looked further and noticed that my pussy was non existent.  It, too, had the smooth and shiny look to it, like a barbie doll, while my waist line was sucked in a bit.  My hips and legs were unchanged, with the exception of my feet.  I noticed the toes were fused together when Marc had removed my shoes.

The pantyhose were still there; they now had bonded with me.  They were perfectly blended at my waist and looked as shiny and silky as when I first put them on.

I could see Nancy and poor Debby, their bodies reflecting the light the same way mine did.

Marc and Helga came over and picked Nancy and Debby up and carried them to another room.

After a minute, Marc returned and picked me up.

I could not believe how light I felt when the sensation from his touch almost literally sent me to the moon!

My mind exploded with erotic sensations.  As before, my skin welcomed the touch; even the slightest touch would stimulate me to orgasm.

He took me into the room where Nancy and Debby were placed.  He said it was a curing room, and that it would help bake the plastic inside our bodies.

He then placed me on a pedestal with a rod poking up from it.  I could feel it slowly move up into a hole in the bottom, where my sex once was.

I could not believe it! I should have blacked out, but as I settled on the rod, I was aroused even more.  I began to welcome the thought of being a mannequin more and more.

"Look at them," I heard Marc say, "soon they will be exquisite additions to our display floor.  I believe we may have out done ourselves this time.  Let's go, Helga, and make preparations for them, shall we?"

"Yes," replied Helga.

"Goodnight, ladies," I could hear him say as they left the room.  Soon I was lulled to sleep by the sensations of the vibrator.

I didn't feel like I had slept long, because as soon as I fell asleep I was awakened by a tilting motion.  As my vision cleared, I could see that I was being wheeled off into another room where Marc said the finishing touches were to be applied.  The room had mirrors in it, and I could see that the curing process had softened our shininess a bit.

"Helga, I'm going to start on Kristen.  You may start on Nancy," I heard Marc say.  He wheeled a little cart over to me with what appeared to be makeup on it.  He started with the eyeliner and lined My eye's, next he applied the eye shadow and rouged my cheeks.  When he finished with my lips he pulled a long curly blond wig out of a box under the cart and fitted it on my head.

"You're beautiful", he said, then backed away to let me look at myself in the full length mirror.  The image would have taken my breath away, if I still had breath left in me.  My eyes had a dark blue appearance, shadowed by a lighter shade of brown.  I looked fabulous with my high cheek bones embossed with a pinkish rouge, and my lips, my lips had never looked as pouty as this before.

I had a sexually enticing look to my face, which was fitting, because sex and eroticism were now the only things on my mind.  I was engrossed in my makeover when Marc came over with a saw.

"Don't worry," he said, "this won't hurt a bit."  He began cutting my limbs off, starting with my hands at the wrists, and then my arms at the shoulder.  As he had stated, it wasn't painful, but sensuous.

When he was finished, he cut off my upper torso at the waist, cutting me in half.  I had always wondered what it would be like to be sawed in half, now I knew.  Marc inserted metal locking disks on all the detached limbs and began to slowly reassemble me. It wasn't long before he was done.

He then went over and helped Helga do Nancy and then Debby.  I could see them remove the rubber mask from Debby's face.  I was hoping to see her face again, but it was still bare.  I could just barely make out the features of it.  I was saddened; Debby was a beautiful woman, she didn't deserve to have her face taken from her.  But if she was feeling this passion like me, she was probably too aroused to let it bother her too much.

When they had finally finished with Nancy and Debby, Marc stepped back and looked at his three new mannequins.  "I truly believe we have outdone ourselves this time Helga," he said.

"They are truly exquisite, sir," was Helga's response.

"Oh! I almost forgot," said Marc, "only one more thing to do."  He went back over to the cart and picked up the saw again.  'What's he going to do now?' I thought.

He took the saw, went over to Nancy and cut off her head!

Helga was holding onto it.  She then took it and placed it in a box with a number on it.  'Now it was my turn,' I thought.  I would have winced if I could, but I was a mannequin, unmovable.

I could feel Helga's hands on either side of my head as Marc began to saw into my neck just below my head.  "Sorry, Kristen", Marc said.  "We need to remove your head for a time.  Can't have people coming into the store recognizing you now can we?"

I was in shock.  I thought I was going to die, but I didn't.

As Helga lifted my head, I could see her with it in her hands! I was amazed, as I watched her wrap my head up and put in a box.  How would people see my beauty if I was headless? How come I didn't lose consciousness along with my head? I was in disbelief, but amazingly, I was stimulated by the experience.  I stood there, feeling intense arousal looking at my now headless body.

"Don't worry, Kristen," I could hear Marc say, "in a year or so, we'll put your head back on and you'll look as lovely as ever."

As I stood there in my newly mannequinized and headless form, I noticed them putting a shoulder length blond wig on Debby.  Maybe they weren't going to send her head out after all.

It didn't matter anymore.  Because now she looks just like me, a mannequin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marc go over to the phone and make a call.

"Jane, could you come down here please?" He then hung up and began conversing with Helga.

It wasn't long before Jane entered the room.

"Jane, would you help Helga take these new mannequins up to the store room?"

"Sure," she replied.  I watched as Jane went over to Debby and helped Helga tip her back on a dolly.  Then Marc came up behind Jane with a syringe and injected something into her backside.

"Oohh! What was that?" she said.

"Oh, just a little something to relax you," Marc replied.

"No, you can't do this to me! I don't want to be a mannequin!"

"Oh, but I can.  You see you've been employed here for five years without a promotion, so I figured now you deserve one.  Helga prepare her for plastification."

"No! Don't do-oo th-i-s t-ooo-o M-e-eeee," were her last words as the injection Marc had given her took affect.  Helga began stripping her down to just her shoes and pantyhose.

"She'll make a lovely sales rep, don't you think Helga?"

"Yes, she will," Helga said.  Helga had finished stripping her down.  Marc wheeled over the cart.  He then picked out a vibrator and smeared the plastification cream all over it.

"Funny, I forgot to tell you girls, the vibrators are removable," Marc said.

The thought of that stimulated me even more.  He inserted the dildo into Jane and moved her over to the pedestal.  The cylinder lowered and filled with the bluish fluid.

Now I got to see first hand the plastification process that would change Jane into a mannequin.

I was surprised! It didn't take long for the cylinder to fill.  Her body began to shimmer.

I stood there longingly, watching as her skin became smooth and flawless.  Her hair began to absorb back into her body.

Soon the shimmering faded and the fluid receded.

The cylinder lifted, and she stood there perfectly posed, all stiff and shiny.  Ready for the curing process.

They removed her from the pedestal and took her into the curing room.  When they returned, Marc went over to the workbench, opened a door below it and pulled out some kind of device.

"We, here at Dixon's Department Store, like to take very special care of our employees.  Helga, help me fit these on them."

"Sure," she said.  They first went up to Debby.  Helga lifted her off her rod stand.  Then I saw Marc pull out Debby's vibrator with a corkscrew. Pop! It was out! Then Marc inserted a strange device into her.  The device seemed to be some kind of fucking machine.  They inserted the rod stand into what once was her rectum, then attached the back of the device into the rod.

He stepped back and turned it on with a remote.

I watched in excitement as the machine began pumping up into her.  'Oh, the pleasure she must be feeling.'

Next, they did Nancy.

Then, I could Feel Helga lift me up off the rod stand.  Marc inserted the corkscrew into my vibrator and pulled, POP! I could feel the air rush into my open pussy.

That alone almost sent me over the edge.

Helga then lowered me down onto the rod again, and I could feel it penetrate my anus slowly, then stop.

Marc then attached the machine to the rod and smeared the dildo with some lubricant.  He then pulled it up into my waiting snatch.  Then he stepped back.  I was anticipating the result as the tension began to build.

He pointed the remote at me and the machine began pumping slowly.  I could feel the dildo slide up and down.  A hot throbbing sensation began to build within me.

The orgasms began to wash over me.  He increased the speed to a steady pumping motion.  I began to lose myself.  The orgasms were becoming too intense.

The steady motion of the machine had sent me higher than I'd ever been since becoming a mannequin.  Soon I blacked out.  I was aware of nothing but the orgasms; constant and intense, they flooded over me like a raging waterfall.

Time had become meaningless to me.  I could feel only the intense rush of extasy as the machine constantly filled me.

When I became aware of my surrounding again, I noticed that I was no longer in the workshop, but in the main foyer of the store.  It was dark and the store was empty.

I could see Nancy and Jane next to me, and another girl that might've been Debby.  They had heads! I looked for a mirror and found one.  I could see that I had my head back as well.

We were standing in the display we first saw when we entered the store; I was dressed in the same sequined blue cocktail mini that I had tried on in the dressing room.

Nancy, Jane and Debby were dressed in red, black and green colors of similar design.  All of us were still wearing the contura pantyhose.

I could still feel a tingling sensation emanating from my pantyhose, along with the vibrator inside me.

It didn't seem long before the store opened and people began coming in.

I was excited to see people again.  A chance for them to gaze at me and for me to see their reactions.  Three beautiful women walked into the store and began staring at us.

"See," I heard one of them say, "those are the pantyhose I was telling you about."

"See how shiny and luxurious they look".

"Yes," said one them, as she came up to me to feel my leg.

"They feel so silky! I'm definitely going to get me a pair of these!"

They were two blondes and a brunette.  I'm sure they would make lovely additions to the store.


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