By Magnus, Edited by Dmuk
I arrived at Paramount studios in a sprint, just in time for rehearsal, ‘cause I had been at the mall shopping and lost track of time. You know how that is…
"Pam, you’re here at last; nice of you to join us!" a chilly voice greeted me. It was Anita Mann, our choreographer; she’d seen me sneaking in.
"Sorry I’m late, had a few things that needed to be taken care of", It was a lame excuse, but I didn’t really care about it enough to make up a better one.
"You missed the meeting." Anita scolded me, "There are going to be a few changes in the show next season that you might care about; one of the others will have to fill you in. Brad has a few things he wants to go over with me now for this week’s show." With that comment, she scurried off. Anyone not knowing her would have thought that very rude.
I didn’t know about any meeting today; must have been some spur of the moment thing.
Changes? Made me wonder what changes they made in the show. Did I still have a job?
I’ve been with the Solid Gold program for six seasons now. Darcel and I are the only two original cast members left. It just seemed kinda strange; they usually notify us about any meetings the week before.
I made it to the dressing room to find the red light on above the door – busy. I was glad they put that light there, you don’t know how many people have busted in while we were naked as jaybirds. Strangely, the intruders usually were young men...
Knock! Knock! I rapped on the door, several amused voices inside sang out a giggling "Who – IS – it??"
"It’s me, Pam," I replied.
"Pam? Pam’s not here," was the deadpan reply.
Sounded like Nicole who’d said that; she always liked to play jokes on us.
"Come on guys – let me in!" I retorted, knocking again, only to be greeted by another giggled round of "Who is it?" I was starting to get peeved by the time the door finally opened; it was Beverly who had let me in. She was always a level-headed one.
"Look who’s late, again," she chided me as she gave me a hug.
"Thanks, Bev." I waved at the other dancers, getting a smattering of waves and "Hi’s" in return. Nicole just grinned at me smugly; the prankster. After I had finished with the greetings, I made my way to my dressing table next to Eileen who was carefully pulling on her pantyhose.
Eileen’s a very beautiful blonde with gorgeously tanned legs that were already tall and slim; the pantyhose only added to their muscular beauty.
"Those don’t look like the brand we normally use? What’s the deal?" I asked as I picked a different-looking package up off my table. Sure enough, inside was a folded pair of fresh flesh-toned hose, but with no brand name or instructions. Only a sticker with an ‘M’ (medium) adhered to the bare unprinted plastic pouch.
"I don’t know but I kind of like them," Eileen said, "they are a lot silkier than our usual!" She held them up close on her cheek, savoring their smooth cool slipperiness. "Ummm, nice!!"
"What brand are they, I don’t see a label on the package"?
"I know," said Nicole who was sitting on the other side of me, "they were passed out at the meeting you missed. Maybe it’s a gimmick; like an invisible condom my boyfriend told me about."
Nicole is blonde like Eileen, with a ‘hard body’ athletic build along with a gorgeous face. She’s usually pretty clever to come up with some of the pranks she plays, but sometimes her blondness shows through.
Eileen was smoothing out her pantyhose with long stretching caresses of her muscular legs, then stood upright and pulled the panty part up tightly, rolling the top over so there would be no line showing outside her body-hugging costume. I noticed they had no seam or cotton panel at the crotch; the nylon sheath simply flowed over her body like a coat of very slippery paint.
"Hey, where’s the seam and gusset on those?" I said, amazed. I’d never seen pantyhose that weren’t sewn together, somewhere. I’ve worn pairs that had no crotch panel, some that were stitched up the back, but never any that were totally seamless. Now right in front of me stood Eileen, adjusting the waist band of hers and there was not a ridge or line or blemish to mar her appearance. In a way it was a miracle.
"They must be a new design," she said, "I’ve never seen or felt anything like them; they’re so luxurious!" Eileen continued to stroke herself, delighting in the feel of the new hose.
"I love them, too," said Beverly, standing up. "So smooth. No more having to worry about your panel peeking out when you’re dancing or doing those high kicks…" She walked around the room, stretching a little now that she was fully costumed.
"I know," said Darcel, "Especially with those thong leotards we’ve been wearing this season.."
Everyone – some more overtly than others – was admiring Beverly’s well-toned legs in her new pantyhose. Beverly is a classically trained dancer; she’s a very sleek and well-proportioned brunette whom everyone admired but secretly kinda despised; she had the perfect look, and I think a few of the others were jealous of it. Even myself, sometimes.
I don’t know why anyone should be self-conscious; we’re the Solid Gold dancers, the best there is, and every guy in the country wants to fuck us.
I quickly stripped out of my street clothes while Eileen was filling me in on the details of the missed meeting.
"They want to make some changes to the show, get rid of the whole countdown, generally reformat the show almost completely. Said something about ‘new target demographics’ or something like that." Her words trailed off as she tried to remember the next part of it.
"What about us?" That sounded kind of suspicious to me that they wouldn’t mention us at all.
"I asked that too, afterward, but Brad refused to say anything."
This was the final week of taping for Solid Gold; Saturday’s show would be the last for this season. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that wasn’t just hunger. Eileen went over a few other things that were discussed, like a switching of hosts and more; maybe even Anita might be gone. Those were big changes; Brad had not really said anything about any of the details, he had sounded evasive, which made the meeting even more mysterious. I tried to put my worries out of my thoughts, for whatever the next season could bring, we still had to put this one in the can. Time was a-wasting and I still had not gotten into costume.
I bunched up the new pantyhose and began putting them on, cautiously so as not to catch a run. The material felt thick and heavy in my fingers, but looked very sheer as soon as I pulled them up over my legs. Woven in the mesh were tiny sparklies that caught the light like teeny diamonds. I could feel how tightly the pantyhose hugged my body, especially around my thighs. We have never worn any underwear before under the support hose we use, but this time when I had pulled this new pair up secure around my hips I felt a unusual little tingle as the smooth-bulky nylon – or whatever it was – touched my naked sex. The sensation was surprising, but kind of pleasant. Especially since it continued as I moved around.
I slipped into my tight-fitting dance shoes quickly; the others were completely costumed and already starting to head out to the stage. Normally, getting ready was a kind of ritual for me; almost like preparing for battle. Hurrying, trying to catch up, I pulled an old purple leotard with a low-cut bodice out of my kit bag and stepped into it while thinking these pantyhose are so tight, I feel as if I wasn’t wearing any at all. That was a strange feeling, different than the way the leotard hugged my torso and cupped my breasts. Dancing is going to be different, for sure. Little did I guess how much.
Entering the studio just a moment after the others, not enough to be noticeably late, I went out and started warming up. From the first stretch the different touch of the new pantyhose was amazing! Every time I touched my legs, I could feel them vibrate and tingle a little, yet the fabric was almost invisible. They’re so soft and yet so very tight, I could dance all night… Moving seemed effortless, as if energy was flowing into my legs with every step I took. Time seemed to fly by; before we knew it rehearsal was over. They almost had to drag us all out of the studio. I still wanted to dance, by the looks of it so did my friends. I didn’t know really what it was, but there was this – vigor – driving my actions. After this kind of rehearsal usually I’d be feeling the burn in my legs. Instead, I felt great; every step, every move, was exhilarating like the first one.
Once back in the dressing room I decided on the spur of the moment not to take the new hose off. As much as I like the feel of pantyhose, I’ve never worn those that I dance in after rehearsal. This new style was another kind of happening entirely. They felt wonderfully delicious caressing my legs, even better then earlier when I first slipped into them; I could actually feel them continue to stimulate me with every action I made; so much so that I kept stretching and walking idly around just to keep the stimulus going for just a little while longer. They make you feel like dancing all the time, massaging your every move; it’s almost erotic. It was incredible!
I noticed that the other girls didn’t want to take theirs off either, most put their street clothes back on over them as I did. Beverly even showered while wearing the new hose. For some reason, I felt like I was wired.
"Pam, you want to go out with us tonight?" asked Nicole, "Eileen and Beverly and I are going to Bruno’s, whaddya say?"
"Sure, I’d love to, just gotta swing by the house for a minute and freshen up…"
"Great, we’ll see ya there!" Eileen beamed.
"Jamilah are you going too?" I asked.
"Why not?" she said with a toothy grin, "I feel absolutely great; let’s party on!"
I made it to the club around 8pm, all I needed to do was to shower up and pick a flingy dress to wear with my new hose. I even wore them in the shower, like Bev had; part of me wanted to take them off, but I didn’t listen to that part and I was glad that I didn’t too. Toweling off was so pleasurably distracting I did not notice how the hose were changing as I continued to wear them.
After the shower and drying off they didn’t feel as tight as before, but I could see no wrinkles or looseness. The sparkles had disappeared too, leaving a smooth silky sheath from my toes up to my waist, which seemed narrower than I had remembered. My calves felt so firm and my thighs more supple than ever before so I knew the hose were still there. If anything it was if they were becoming even more invisible, like they were becoming a part of me. I feel so invigorated by them that I didn’t notice not taking them down to pee. That teensy skirt barely hid any of my gorgeously nylon-coated legs. Though I usually avoid spikes because of the chance of a sprain, I put on a pair of matching black three-inch heels. It took a while getting ready, but the effect would be worth it.
As I entered the club I saw Eileen and Nicole standing behind me. Jamilah and Beverly were already at the bar, sipping tall drinks with little paper umbrellas in them. Not the kind of beverage they’d buy on their own.
"Hey, look who’s here – finally," said Jamilah.
I ignored the comment. "Where’s D? " I asked, glancing around. The place was really hopping tonight.
"She had a date," said Beverly, taking a sip from her drink.
"Good, that means there’s more guys for me!" smirked Eileen as she perched on a high barstool and let her legs stretch out. You could almost hear the murmur of turning heads over the music as seemingly everyone focused on her.
"Like you ever had a problem with that…" I replied, taking my own perch and resting my feet on the rail. Even so my tiny skirt rode up, exposing an expanse of silky thigh that reached almost to my crotch and panties. That is, if I had been wearing any; in the rush to get ready I’d managed to forget them somehow.
Everyone was wearing an outfit that showed off their legs, and why not – aren’t we The Dancers?
There wasn’t a man in the place that wasn’t drooling at us, especially Eileen. She looked great dressed in a oversized royal blue sweater and four-inch black heels, she had to be real careful of the hemline too, it left nothing for the imagination.
Nicole was a close second in a red leather mini with a see through blouse and red ankle boots.
Beverly was stunning too in a black tube dress with cutouts at the shoulders and bra line,
Jamilah and I were dressed a little more conservatively. I was wearing a black leather mini and a green satin blouse and Jamilah had chosen a floral print sundress. Without being so obvious, we were no less attractive.
Finding a table took a few minutes in the crowd, the only open one ended up being one of those bar-height stand-ups that just happened to showcase us almost as if we had been on stage. Not long afterwards the first of many worked up the courage to ask us to dance.
A few men I wouldn’t have minded spending some more time with if not for the strict morals clause in our contracts. The show watched our relationships, it had an image to protect, and it didn’t want it’s bread winners in the tabloids. One dancer had been dismissed last year, though I had no idea how the show had found out.
We were all still charged up like energizer bunnies; between the frequent change of partners and the kicky disco-pop-revox music it seemed we just danced the night away ‘cause before I knew it, it was one a.m and people were starting to drift homeward. I wanted to keep dancing, wasn’t tired at all, but the club was dying down and we did have rehearsals again tomorrow.
I bounced back to our table, where the others had joined our elevated leg show. "It’s getting late guys," I said, "Even though I could do another set or three, I’m going home. Nicole, you and Eileen need a ride?"
"Yeah sure, just help me beat the guys off Eileen," she bubbled. Nicole didn’t look very tired either.
Sure enough, Eileen was sandwiched between two guys, both of which wanted to take her home. A third was standing directly behind her, and another few hovered close, casting lustful glances. She was instinctively playing them against one another, mostly for sport it seemed. "All right, come on Eileen", said Nicole, snickering. "Pam’s going to give us a ride home, so lets go… Now?"
Nicole dragged Eileen away from her admirers and after I had disappointed a few of my own would-be companions, we were at last on our way. In the car we talked excitedly, full of energy despite the lateness of the hour.
"I can’t believe I’m not tired," Eileen declared, sitting in the front seat next to me fidgeting with the hemline of her dress. It looked like it had shrunk somehow; probably from all the steam she had been generating with her appearance.
"I know," said Nicole, "me too! Ever since I put these pantyhose on I’ve felt so great".
"Do you think the pantyhose is causing this"? Eileen went on.
"Could be; don’t know for sure. Could be something else, too." Nicole mused.
"I don’t know about you but that something else is making me horny." Eileen started squirming around in her seat, her right hand on her sex, petting herself. "Mmmmm," she purred.
"Hey, can’t you wait till we get home?" I said. Not that I had ever been against a little fooling around on the road, but this was getting to be distracting. Trying to pay attention to the erratic late-night traffic, I wanted to pretend she wasn’t there.
"OHHHH! NOOOO! it feels sooo gooooood!" Eileen was really starting to work at it squirming and stroking.
"Aren’t you afraid someone might see you?" If I could not ignore her, maybe I could get her to stop for now.
Just then I heard a cooing from the back seat, apparently Nicole was beginning to feel the same way Eileen did and had started pleasuring herself too.
"OOHHHH! HOOOOT – HEEEAAT – Can’t take much more!" Nicole gasped.
Eileen chimed in with "Umm Yaa," deep into her masturbation; luckily we live near each other in the same complex. I decided to park closer to their condo so that we wouldn’t attract too much attention this late.
Eileen and Nicole were so heavy into it I had to make two trips helping them to their condo, Eileen leaning on my shoulder while she continued to fondle herself. I got her inside and she flopped down on the couch.
I was helping Nicole in through the door when I felt a flush and an intense erotic heat begin to build in my own sex. I barely got the door closed before it overwhelmed me and my hand sought my crotch.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!! UUUHHHHH!!!!!" Eileen grunted from the couch.
"I-i s-s-ee w-what y-y-ou m-m-ean," was all I could say as I stroked myself vigorously, almost hopping up and down with the effort. A new intense throbbing felled me to my knees; I was so horny I couldn’t control myself. I began tearing off my clothes as Eileen and Nicole had; they were already stripped down to their pantyhose.
I quickly stripped to my pantyhose, flinging clothes any which way. My pussy felt so hot, so much unsatiable desire down there, wanting – NEEDING – to be satisfied. I wanted to take the pantyhose off but could not find the waistband. They were so sheer they did not slow me down at all. I’ve never seen my hands work so fast, fingering my pussy through the nylon, working on the small knob that had protruded.
Nicole and Eileen had found each other on the couch and were busy grinding their hot pussies into each other. The zzzip-ing sound of pantyhose swishing filled the room, along with our cries of ecstasy.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" first Nicole gasped, then Eileen. "OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
The heat in my own sex would not die down and could not be stopped; the faster I stroked the hotter I got.
I needed a release so bad. I imagined another lover’s hands exciting me in the best possible way, but it was only my other hand. I was so heavy into my own masturbation that I almost didn’t notice Nicole and Eileen orgasm together.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They shrieked in erotic harmony.
Hearing their climax and the swishing sound their pantyhose made pushed me to my own at last. I came, with a great sigh of pleasure. I could feel my cum dripping off my hand onto their rug, but I couldn’t care.
I was about to taste it when I discovered I had company. Rolling off the couch, Nicole grabbed the warm juices and greedily plunged them into her mouth. Then I felt a different kind of sensation as Eileen began a furious lapping of my cum from between my legs.
"OH MY!!!" I blurted, then surrendered to the moment. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!" Feeling Eileen’s hot tongue darting in and out of my pantyhosed pussy made me heat up once more. I wanted to....wanted again…
Seeing that Eileen had beaten her to my pussy, Nicole slid forward and sat on my face, putting her own moist crotch in my face. She had plenty of cum to go around. Instantly I began eating her through the sheer nylon. Her warm juices tasted so good, I couldn’t get enough, but I sure tried.
I came for a second time, followed soon after by Nicole, we did not manage to do it in harmony (will have to work on my timing, I made a mental note). Her cum smeared all over my face as her soaking wet pussy ground into my mouth while I tried vigorously to lick it up.
Eileen seemed drunk on my cum and lay squirming on the floor. Nicole and I moved on to her, with Nicole eating her fruits while I stimulated her areolas with my tongue. It didn’t take long before we had her bucking, hips flying in the air, as Nicole furiously fingered her to climax.
We watched in amazement as Eileens eyes rolled back in her head and what seemed like an endless flow of cum came steaming out of her sex, drenching Nicole.
"OH OH IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she managed, then only murmured, "Ahhhhhhh…….." Eileen just laid there cooing while Nicole cleaned herself off, then started licking the cum from her roommate.
"I’ve never seen anything like that;" said Nicole, "it tastes sweet though," she commented, licking her fingers.
The incredible heat between my legs subsided and my head started to clear a bit, I had enough presence of mind to glance over to the wall. "Oh my god, look at the time!" The clock said three o’clock; if I wanted to get any sleep at all I had better get going. Quickly I got dressed and told Nicole and a still quivering Eileen that I’d give them a lift to rehearsal tomorrow. My legs felt wobbly, but I got to my feet and found the door.
Tired, finally, I made it home and went straight to bed, thinking what a strange day it has been.
* * *
It was morning, arriving way too soon for my weary body. I awoke feeling kind of stiff, I didn’t drink any last night so I had no hangover, but I knew a few that would.
As I got out of bed my legs felt cool and airy, I looked down at them to find I wasn’t wearing those wonderful pantyhose anymore. I didn’t remember taking them off and started looking around the room, a search that proved fruitless, though I did find a missing leg warmer behind the dresser.
Oh well, I thought, maybe there’ll be another pair waiting for me at the studio.
I showered, dressed in a leotard top and wrap skirt, and did my make up all kind of in a daze. It had been a while since I’d felt pleasure like last night. The sun seemed too bright as I found my car and left for Nicole and Eileen’s place to pick them up. I was also curious to see if they had recovered from last night’s orgy.
Knocked on the door to their condo, waited. After what seemed longer than typical, Nicole answered.
"Oh, Pam; Hi, come on in!" she muttered kind of sleepily, then went to the kitchen for some coffee.
I entered to see Eileen coming down the stairs in her sweats, ready to go to rehearsal. "Hi Pam, good to see you made it home ok, we passed out on the couch soon after you left…"
"Yeah, I felt sooo tired afterward, I’ve never been so utterly horny in all my life." Eileen said in amazement.
"I’ve never seen a woman spout so much cum, either, especially through pantyhose." I declared.
"You guys didn’t know I’m a squirter?", said Eileen with a sly smile. Nicole returned, bringing us all cups of steaming French Blend with a little swirl of whipped cream on top. It felt like a celebration, somehow.
"I think what you did last night was more like drenching than squirting," I replied, pointing at the huge mess still on the floor of their living room. Maybe a throw rug would cover it up….
"Huh, that’s impossible," Eileen said, "I’ve never came that much."
"Heh, last night you did." Nicole affirmed.
"Hey you all wanna hear something strange?" I began, "When I woke up this morning the pantyhose we got yesterday were – gone – I don’t remember taking them off…"
"Wow," chimed in Nicole, "The exact same thing happened to us!"
"I looked all over the place and I couldn’t find mine anywhere," Eileen added, "I even looked in the Jacuzzi."
"Do you think someone was in here; someone’s stalking us?"
"Don’t know; could be Nicole, you never know. I didn’t see any signs that anyone broke into my place."
"I gave up trying to find them eventually; I figured there would be more at the studio" Nicole concluded.
"I hope so," said Eileen, "those were the best pantyhose I’ve ever worn."
"Me, too!" Nicole chimed in. I merely smiled, savoring the memory of they way they felt on my legs.
Nicole and Eileen got their stuff together and we headed for the studio, when we got there we found that the others had also slept in their pantyhose and had awoken to find them missing. Surely there was no stalker following all of us, but I still could not understand what had happened. All concern was forgotten when we entered the dressing room to find each of us had a new pair waiting for us at our mirrors.
I tried not to let the others know how excited I was as I walked over to my nook and started changing. A few of the others where a bit less conservative, I thought; Beverly, Nicole, and Eileen were racing to see who could get theirs on first.
"Only two more rehearsals till taping," said Jamilah, already in costume and walking around stretching.
"I can’t wait for vacation; I’m going to Bermuda after the wrap party," said Beverly, smoothing her legs. Nicole came in a close second, while Eileen seemed to be lost in the sensation of sliding the hose leisurely over her legs. She may have lost the contest, though I think she won the pleasure sweepstakes.
Anxious, but not obviously rushing, I had my pantyhose on in a flash; instantly the feeling of vibrant energy returned, making me feel even better. The short night seemed to vanish in that moment. I was ready to fly.
"I’ve got to ask Rickie where she got these, I’d love to have some for the off season," said Darcel, "I’d also like to know if they come in any other shades".
"I’ll bet’cha they do," said Eileen, who had chosen a red leotard with a deeply cut cleavage.
"Who wouldn’t want to have a pair of pantyhose like these? I’ve never seen anything like them!" said Jamilah.
"Hey has anyone heard anything more about next year’s roster?" asked Beverly, kind of out of the blue.
"No. Brad wouldn’t say boo about it and Anita says she won’t know anything ‘til sometime after the taping." Darcel answered. "So we’re all in the dark, then."
"I hope they don’t change the show too much. What would Solid Gold be without the countdown?"
"I think it would be a lame ass show, Nicole," I replied. "I remember when Deborah and Gayle left; there was a loss, but we just had to deal with it. We’ll deal with whatever changes they make this time, too."
"Deborah and Gayle were such good dancers, why were they let go?" Bev asked as she stretched one leg high up to the top of a dresser. She seemed to have a lot of energy as well.
"So you could have a job, Beverly," said Darcel, with a bit of mockery in her voice.
"No, I don’t know why," I continued, ignoring the jibe. "There’s been others too, like Janeen, who was here for only a few shows this season and then – poof – she’s not around anymore. There are always changes."
"Yeah, then what about Chelsea and Lezlie and Leslie?" said Nicole. "I remember watching them on the show, too, but Gayle was the reason I wanted to be here."
"I was sad the day I heard about her accident," Darcel said quietly. It was something none of us talked about.
"Yeah, so was I…" She had been a good friend of mine…
Soon everyone had their hose and dancewear on. The tingly sensations increased when I moved, even more so than yesterday, but they felt great. Every step I took, every move, every kick I made, my legs were energized anew. I was so gratified by having them. It’s too bad Mark and Cooley couldn’t wear these, they would enjoy them I’d bet, even as guys.
Rehearsal was again over before it started, it seemed, my energy level was incredible. Everyone was going through their routines almost flawlessly. But if we are too good, I had thought, they might cancel the next rehearsal. Whether it was because I was not paying attention or unconsciously trying to, I flubbed the sweep and almost tripped over Nicole. Instead of a catty remark, she flashed a knowing smile back at me. She must have been thinking of the same thing! I realized at that moment. My goof earned me a scowl from Anita but no other comments.
Like yesterday, we all went to Bruno’s afterwards, dressed to the nines, where again we danced the night away. Well, less of the night than last night; at around 10:30 p.m. I decided to head home. My energy hadn’t run out, but tomorrow was dress rehearsal day and I wanted to look and perform my best. There might have been something else, too; something I did not expect but was kind of hoping for.
I took Eileen and Nicole home again since we lived so close, the others were leaving as well. We made it to our complex without any more fooling around this time. After I dropped them off we went our separate ways.
As soon as I closed the door behind me, the sensual heat I had felt last night returned in a flood of desire. Seized by the need for pleasure I almost collapsed in the entryway, a yelp of "UUUNHHHHHH!" escaping from my lips. Once more I would have to satisfy my own needs myself, but not here on the Persian carpet.
I barely made it upstairs, the heat and my clit pushing down against the pantyhose making it hard to walk.
In my bedroom I quickly disrobed in front of the mirror, watching myself as I played my hands over my body. My sex was very wet as I worked my fingers into it, grinding my pelvis back and forth in rhythm. Strange; my bush looks a bit smaller, I observed. I don’t recall trimming it yesterday.
Then the erotic heat really overtook me; I wanted – no, NEEDED – something inside me sooo bad. Making it over to the nightstand, I pulled my vibrator from the drawer and fell into the bed. A familiar, friendly, buzzing could be heard as I made it come to life in my hand. Seconds later it was dancing across my clit; driving me nearly insane with its pulses. The pleasure was intense, greater than I recalled. Still, I wanted more...
Fumbling with the waist band, I slid my free hand down inside my marvelous nylons, trying to make a hole so my little friend could go in and play. Amazingly, the pantyhose wouldn’t rip! They seemed as strong as steel springs and almost as tight, so I had to push-pull the vibrator in under the hose and help it find the goal; when my hand slipped on my juices as I was repositioning the dildo, the tightness of the hose quickly plunged it in. Deep!
Immediately I came, my hips rocking up and down, side to side, while grabbing wads of bed sheets with my fists as the orgasm intensified.
"AAAAAOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" My climax seemed to last forever, then there was immmediately another. "UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" The heat couldn’t be quenched by normal orgasms, it seemed. I needed more...
I got up off the bed and made for an old antique rocking chair I had in my room, the vibrator shifting and pulsing merrily along, sealed in by the pantyhose, as I moved. My whole body glistened with perspiration.
I mounted one of the sensuously curved arms of the chair and began rubbing and rubbing as if my clit had a mind of its own. The heat intensified and my skin began to feel very sensitive all over as I rocked back and forth, grinding my pussy into the arm of the chair burying the vibrator deeper inside of me. Seconds later, my whole body arched up and rocked as I came again. "OOMMHHIIIIUUuugggghhhh!" I tried to be quiet, lest the neighbors complain. At last, the heat seemed to fade slightly, but now I was becoming exhausted.
Spent, I headed back towards the bed; passing in front of the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself. I froze in my tracks and did a double-take to find that my silky pantyhose now seemed to cover me from head to toe; I could hardly make out my normal features save for my hair. It looked as if my whole skin were now smooth nylon; every part of me was now very shiny, especially between my legs which was still wet from cum.
This wasn’t just sweat; I wanted to freak out, but instead my hands began exploring my body without asking me first. Of course I would have let them, but this was a matter of principle. Then I was lost in the sensation of pantyhose covered fingers slipping over my pantyhose covered breasts and tummy. It feels sooo good...
I lost myself for a moment – well, several moments – till my silky hand slipped down to fondle my sex; it was then I remembered the vibrator sealed inside me and felt its pulsing once more. Carnal heat nearly consumed me again as it dawned on me that I… couldn’t… get… it… out…!
I tucked my pubic bone up to get a better look at my pussy in the mirror; I could just barely see the shaft of the vibrator peeking through the moist folds of my labia. The thought of the vibrator being stuck there forever made the heat even hotter. And I just changed the batteries to Ultra!
I furiously began rubbing my clit, which was now engorged into a throbbing knob, desperately wanting to release pleasure into my body. Poking and pushing the end of the vibrator only increased the movement a little; I needed more, much more...
The bed posts! flashed through my sex-addled mind and I knew in an instant they’d be perfect. The four posts of my bed were topped with egg shaped wooden knobs.. The ones at the foot of my bed should give me what I need, quickest! I moved over to the end of the bed and eased my hungry sex down over the closest one of them, feeling the pressure of the hard oak on the vibrator. The buzzing sensation itself nearly drove me over the edge as the bed knob transmitted it to the whole bed, then the floor. The room itself was now a turn-on!
My movements became rapidly quicker and deeper, I could even feel the bed knob poking deeper inside me!
"AWE! NAWNN! NUAHHHHEEE!" My hands slipped all over me as the third orgasm took me to a level of ecstatic joy I’d never known; never believed was even possible. Gripped by its power, I could feel my entire body tensing as I prolonged the orgasm for seconds that seemed like an eternity to me. Anyone entering the room would have thought there was an ornately carved figure perched on the bedpost, I remained so still.
Eventually, I fell back into the bed, totally exhausted, part of me wondering how I’m going to get the pantyhose off, the rest of me not caring as I quickly slipped into a slumber populated by pungent dreams of erotic acrobatics and unusual companions.
Morning came, foggily, and I found myself lying flat on my back, staring at a ceiling which still seemed to have nymphs and satyrs dancing on it. Or was that part of the dream? There was something hard pressing against my ass; I reached under there and grasped a long and hard object. It was my vibrator, quiet now.
I remembered last night, or at least most of it; especially the part where I got the dildo stuck inside me and how my nylon-coated body felt all over… Was that part of the dream, too?
Jumping out of bed I flew to the mirror to find my normal self looking back at me, pantyhose nowhere to be seen. Like yesterday, they were just – gone. It’s weird though, it feels like they’re still covering me! My skin felt so taut and smooth, with fewer freckles than I recalled. Looking down at my abs, I could see they appeared rock hard; in fact my whole body looked tighter and felt buffed like I had done twenty hours of aerobics a day for the past month. I liked the effect, but it was a mystery. Masturbation alone doesn’t do this, I thought to myself, even incredibly absolutely tremendously wonderful multiple orgasms. What is going on?
Something else was different though; the great glowing feeling I had when I wore the magical pantyhose was gone too. I felt empty inside, like I needed something.... Just don’t know what it is, exactly. I wondered.
While showering I found another thing that had changed overnight; all my pubic hair; was gone, completely. Not even any stubble or a pale patch of skin at my crotch. It was like I never had any. Why didn’t I notice that in the mirror? Upon closer examination, the fine hairs on my arms had vanished, too.
This is way beyond strange, I mused, these last two days have been so very weird and yet pleasurable; first the pantyhose, then the sex acts, and now this. It’s like someone was conditioning me... For what? Thinking of the dance troupe, I wondered if the same changes were happening to the others?
I imagined that when I saw myself in the full-length mirror as I stepped out of the shower and toweled off (which felt very weird as I dried my denuded sex) that I could almost be one of the perfect bodies that win beauty contests and get put on display. But, I’m still a dancer, and the final rehearsal is today! I jogged myself back to reality. Finishing getting ready for the performance, I left to pick up Eileen and Nicole, curious what this day would bring.
Eileen answered the door when I arrived. "Pam, ah, hi! We’re almost ready," she said to me, then shouted up the stairs "NICOLE, PAM’S HERE!!" With a sheepish smile she said, "She’s almost ready; really."
"You will not believe the dream I had last night," I told her as I sat down, "only I don’t know if it was a dream or real or what..."
"It couldn’t have been any weirder than the one we had!" Eileen sat cross-legged on the floor and related their experiences after I dropped them off. As she told me the details of what happened to them within their shared dreams, I could see it was not much different from my – dream.
"As soon as they got home it started," Eileen said, " I became mega horny, like the night before. Nicole and I used a double sided dildo and screwed each other silly for hours and hours." She leaned closer to me, saying "But we never took the hose off! It was like they were, like, glued onto us. I couldn’t believe we never put a hole in them, with all that pressure. They just seemed to stretch inside of us, and it felt sooo good!"
I simply nodded knowingly; this was almost exactly what happened to me.
"Wait, it gets even stranger," said Nicole, as she skipped down to meet us and picked up on the conversation. "As we were grinding into each other our pantyhose sort of spread, until they completely covered our bodies!" Eileen nodded her agreement as Nicole continued, "For quite a few minutes we looked smooth and shiny, just like some of those window mannequins you see at some department stores." She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts. "It was so weird; when we touched each other we were – slippery. That part was really fun!"
"Eventually we passed out," said Eileen, "then when we woke up today, the pantyhose were gone; just like from yesterday. Only this time I’m sure I did not lose them. I have no idea when we got to sleep, because I must have come nine times at least!"
"Yeah, you should see the mess upstairs," said Nicole with a smirk.
"I’ve got to find out more about those pantyhose," I stated, "I’ve got to see what makes them what they are, behave the way they do; ‘cause ever since I woke up this morning, it feels like I still have them on, and not just on my legs this time." I stood and did a little turn in front of my two friends. Today I was wearing a silvery skin-tight catsuit, ankle boots, and a wide leather belt. It was an outfit I’d previously thought was too risqué and revealing; now it just felt – right – for me. "My whole body is more toned and defined, with a tighter waist and fuller bosom. It’s like I’ve got the body I’d always wanted." And now I can show it off too!
Eileen and Nicole’s faces went white in unison as I told them this last part, then they gasped in recognition.
"I know totally what you mean Pam! I noticed the same thing with Nicole and me this morning, and I almost freaked when I saw this…" Eileen lifted her skirt up and pushed her panties to the side to show me her smooth hairless sex.
"Same thing with me; bald as a baby." I said. "So it seems these new pantyhose are really doing something to us; it’s not only an intense dream we’ve all been having." The other two nodded. "Now, I don’t know what, yet I don’t want to stop wearing them; they make me feel so good." I could hardly wait to put on the next pair.
"I just wonder if any of the other dancers are going through the same thing?" queried Nicole, while brushing her hands over the more pronounced curves of her enhanced body; she, too, had been changed for the better.
"Probably," said Eileen, "they were on the first night. I just can’t wait to see what happens this evening."
"Let’s go then, girls; I’m ready!" said Nicole. "I’ve been dying to get into another pair of those pantyhose ever since I woke up." She didn’t have to ask twice.
We headed for the studio; today was dress rehearsal, with full costumes, sets, and music. Then, taping day.
On the way there I began to think, ‘If I am given another pair of these pantyhose, should I even put them on?
So many strange things have been happening the last two days, it has to be the pantyhose that are causing it.’
We arrived at the studio and met up with the other girls, who all seemed very eager for another day of heavy rehearsals. So keen, indeed, that we didn’t have time to talk about our dreams last night.
As soon as I got inside the dressing room I saw our show costumes waiting for us, hanging on the back wall, covered by thin transparent plastic bags. They looked super; I couldn’t wait to see how mine looked on my new improved body. Getting more and more excited, I looked over at my nook, hoping, then whispering Yess! to myself as I saw another pair of magical pantyhose waiting for me there. I was totally drawn to them.
Any doubts I had before about wearing them vanished in desire as I quickly got undressed and flung the catsuit in a heap on the floor. My sex was already moistened; I had to hide my wetness from the others. So I sat on a towel while pretending to skim the call sheet. Hmm; I’m in six numbers this show, not including the opening and closing numbers. I remembered my moves and where I had to be careful and not foul up the timing. Then, nonchalantly, I reached for the package of hose. Only I could see my hands trembling in anticipation.
The pantyhose seemed to glide on even more effortlessly than before, they’re smoothing up my legs almost on their own, I thought. Once they were in place, I looked completely sexless with them on, not a shadow or a mound other than my pussy. I resisted the temptation to feel myself up down there, but it took an effort. Slipping into my dance shoes, buckling them on, I started to think about the performance and put any other distractions aside until it was over. Gingerly I went over and picked out my first costume, which was a dark tan, sequined mini with slits far up the sides. It fit like a glove, for the first time ever. Wow, talk about luck!
The other dancers had their new hose on by now as well and were each claiming their costumes. I took a glimpse at a few of them and could see they had benefited from the overnight workout program too. They all looked great.
I slipped into the opaque tan briefs that came with the costume, which hid any glimpse of our sex. With these briefs on, you’d think I was a barbie doll! I thought as I checked my costume in the full-length mirror. But
I have seen footage of us dancing in them, to the cameras it looks like we’re not wearing any at all. I sighed;
Anything for a ratings boost…
I looked over at Nicole sitting next to me, she already looked completely sexless just as I did. As she slipped on the briefs, I began to wonder would anyone notice if we didn’t wear them?
I couldn’t wait to get into the practice studio. After I quickly finished dressing, my legs felt like dancing, so I stretched and did a few leaps simply to feel the energy flowing into my legs and body once more. There was just a hint of something else; a heat that simmered deep inside my pussy. Not yet, Pam, but soon. Patience!
The others were just as quick to get ready and soon we were all in the practice studio, warming up.
Anita was waiting for us as usual, clipboard in hand. She noted the outfits we were wearing would be used in both the opening and closing sequences so she wanted us to practice in them. I had no problem with this; my bouncy legs were begging to dance. The costume fit me like a second skin, so I did not expect any binding or restriction of movement at all. And there wasn’t…
As the music started and we began to move, I could feel the pantyhose caressing me soothing me with every step; stretching and pulling, contracting and holding, enhancing my legs and my performance as one. Never before have I felt so much ‘in the zone’ as that day, one with the music and my moves and my dance troupe.
I couldn’t believe how well I danced. I began to wonder how it was these pantyhose could inspire you to feel so good, so – right – but I couldn’t quite put a finger in it. It’s almost like a euphoria drug; how they make you feel, especially later when they turn up your heat, making you horny and sensitive like you never have before.
As the rehearsal wound down, I resolved to myself Tonight, I’m sleeping in them again, no matter what… not knowing how right I was.
The final number had started; after all our activity I was already half expecting the hose to turn up the heat.
In the middle of a bouncy high kick, they did. My face flushed, but I did not skip a beat and glided into the next steps effortlessly. Oooooohhh!!! Have to hurry!! I told myself, and also to focus on finishing the set.
Concentration came harder and harder as my heart began to race. I so desperately wanted to sneak off and satisfy myself. I wonder if any of the others feel the same way? I thought as I glanced around the studio.
I caught Beverly fingering herself in a turn while trying to pretend she was adjusting her briefs; Darcel looked happier than she normally would be, too. It’s getting hot in here – don’t know how long I can keep it up. My strutting, hip wagging canter around the stage was itself almost too much. It won’t be long, I told myself, and struggled to keep in step.
My pulse continued to race; I couldn’t wait for this number to end. I can feel the heat building; I need release now. Oh, now, please let me stop! I bumped and grinded my way through the complex choreography the same way I have done each week, letting my legs carrying me by instinct and training, my incredible pantyhose pleasuring me as I gyrated. It’s getting harder to stay focused on dancing; there’s all this movement; I can feel how swollen my clit is getting from these moves. My mind was telling me to find release, but I danced on.
The tempo of the music changed, that meant the number was ending; time for us do our final prance to center stage and strike a pose grouped around Darcel. After a few seconds, Anita would say ‘Clear’ and the dress rehearsal would be finished. I knew that soon I would have the release I craved.
‘SO--LID G-O-L-D!!!’ the singers announced and then fell silent; the music peaked and cut off into silence.
I struck my pose next to Mark with my hands at my hips. Shoving my pelvis forward to shape my hips was a standard move, but this time my clit rubbed on the pantyhose. Like a match being struck, it sent the most powerful fire yet directly into my brain. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! It felt like a million orgasms and lasted almost as long. I knew I wasn’t going to make it to the dressing room, or any other room for that matter. I felt a strange sensation pass through me and hoped I wasn’t going to pass out.
I held the pose for a ten count, timing off the seconds silently, struggling to keep my smile steady on my face.
‘6,7,8,9,10....10...10?’ Anita had not said a word, but I had to have some relief. I started to reach down to my pussy, then discovered…
I can’t move; what’s going on?
The others weren’t moving either, not at all. Everyone was stuck in their final poses. Like statues.
I... I... I can’t move, no matter how hard I try; I can’t move, I
can’t budge.... Can’t talk…. Why?
Why can’t I move? My thoughts raced while my body stayed as stiff as a board. Straining as hard as I could, I tried to move something, maybe only to twitch my little finger, but nothing happened. Even blinking was impossible as I stared blankly ahead.
I can’t move anything!! Somebody do something!! I cried without making a sound.
We’re standing here, no one else in the studio but Anita. I could see by her reflection in the mirrors of the room that she wasn’t moving either. It was like time had stopped… Everybody was totally frozen.
Everything was so quiet with the music finished, all I could hear was slow breathing.
Mark, Cooley, Eileen, Nicole, Darcel, Jamilah, Beverly – myself – all looked like perfect statues in a tableaux.
My mind, half washed in orgasm, half in panic, wondered What’s wrong with me? How can this happen to us?
We stood there, still and mute, for what seemed like an hour when the door opened at last. Rick Dees and a man who looked like a doctor, along with two nurses, entered the room. I didn’t know what to do; though there was nothing, really, I could do. I still couldn’t move a muscle. The man in the lab coat I’d never seen before, but Rick Dees used to host the show last season.
There was something familiar looking about the nurses.... Oh My GOD – It’s Deborah and Gayle!!
I hadn’t seen them since they left the show and thought for a moment that maybe they were here to help us. But help was not their intention. They seemed to be oddly quiet as they stood there patiently. What are they doing with Rick, and dressed in those nurses uniforms?
The man in the lab coat looked like he was from MIT or some think tank; he was pale, balding, and greasy. He wore black thick glasses and carried with him two brief cases that looked like they were very heavy from the amount he was sweating. Or maybe that’s just his normal complexion. Ugh. He seemed unperturbed.
Good, maybe he can find out why we can’t move...
"Damn Ben, I didn’t think you could do it again!" exclaimed Rick, as the man in the lab coat unfolded a stand out of the bottom of one of the brief cases and set it up.
"I told you I could. It’s just that I’ve never done so many all at once." There was a trace of an accent in the reedy voice.
What? This many? What the hell are they talking about? Us?
Anita remained as unmoving as we all were. The reflection in the mirror showed the expression of confusion and surprise affixed on her rigid face.
Aren’t you going to do something?
"The subjects appear to be prepared as I had expected," Ben said as he walked around us, observing each of our motionless forms like we were exhibits in some wax museum. "The formula seems to have worked even better than last time," he continued.
I felt his stubby fingers on my ass, giving me a slight pinch and pat as he passed behind me. It felt surprisingly good. What’s he doing? what’s going on here; what does he mean ‘the formula seems to have worked better?’ What formula??
"You’ve outdone yourself this time Ben," Rick proclaimed. "So when will they be able to join the others?"
"Soon, my impatient colleague; soon. Once the controllers are in place, they’ll become everything what I told you they would be. And more."
Rick stood there ringing his hands with open glee, "I can’t wait for them – to – to be mine!"
What’s going on here? What’s going to happen to us?
I could just see Deborah and Gayle; they had blank looks on their faces and were just standing there. Waiting?
"Heh heh – looks as if the formula conditioned them too well, Ben." Rick chuckled.
"Why’s that?" The ‘doctor’ was fumbling with the locks on the brief cases and was not looking at us.
"Eileen’s leaking," Rick said pointing down at her rigid, unmoving figure as she crouched stiffly in front of me. I could only imagine she had come in a big way.
"I’ll take care of that," Ben said, motioning Deborah and Gayle to him as he removed some items out of one of the open cases. The unguarded door seemed to make him uneasy as he had glanced at it several times already. "Are you no one will walk in on us?"
"I’m quite certain. Anita always holds private, closed rehearsals; we won’t be disturbed."
"Very well then; Deborah, Gayle?" They came closer, he turned and handed each of them an object I could not see. "Deborah, you go and take care of Eileen, Gayle you will please deal with Nicole," Ben said nodding towards where we stood or squatted like a bunch of wax figures.
What are they going to do?
My jaw would have dropped if I could have moved as Deborah moved like she was in a trance toward Eileen. In her hand I could see a flesh-colored something, rodlike; a Dildo?
Eileen was frozen in a half crouch directly in front of me. Deborah knelt down slowly, carefully moved aside the wet portion of her briefs, and inserted the dildo into her.
It had looked like it went right through the nylon covering her pussy; then after it vanished into her, it was gone without a trace! OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO US?
While this was happening Gayle did the same to Nicole, the other crouched dancer.
I couldn’t believe what was happening; it was hard to figure if I was thinking straight or not. Everything was taking place as if in a dream. First being frozen, now this scene!
Deborah and Gayle rose slowly, walked back over to Ben, and stood quietly behind him without saying a word. Ben pressed a few buttons on a small box that he held, then Eileen and Nicole moved! There was something not right about how they acted, something – mechanical?
Stiff-jointed, like mimes or cartoon robots, the two dancers stood slowly to attention. They both stared blankly into space. I could see the damp stain at the crotch of Eileen’s leotard but this did not seem to bother her at all. Nothing did. Nicole was also dazed.
After pressing more buttons, he motioned them over to him and he handed them each another of the phallic controllers, as well as giving two more to Deborah and Gayle. He spoke to them in turn, but I did not catch what he said.
Then Deborah and Gayle went to Darcel and Jamilah; Nicole stepped stiffly towards Beverly. Eileen came for… ME!
I... no... don’t...
Panic flooded though me; what was I going to do? I’m going to have one of those thingie’s shoved into my coochie – and then what?
For a moment she faced me and looked directly into my eyes. I was hoping for a bit of recognition, a sudden smile or some sign this wasn’t happening. She stared through me as if I was not there. Or Eileen wasn’t Eileen anymore.
Eileen No Don’t! I screamed, but my lips did not even tremble. She couldn’t hear me, I couldn’t even talk.
Slowly, deliberately, she knelt down in front of my frozen body. I could feel cool air on my crotch as she pulled my own dampened briefs aside, the ticklish sensation of her fingers probing my crotch.
Eileen didn’t waste any time as she pressed the dildo deep inside me, and backed away. My body now felt very full down there for only an instant, then a amazing thing like nothing I had ever experienced burst from deep within my pussy.
AAAAUUUUUHHHEEEEIIIIIIAAAAAAAAIEE!!! I shrieked in ecstasy.
It was as if fire erupted from my cooch; like someone had plugged me into a bolt of lighting!! It was the same pleasure I had felt when I first put on the pantyhose, but a thousand – a million – times more intense. It had consumed me, yet I wanted still more. The device provided it, in volumes. Sheer raw erotic energy coursed through my motionless body, It felt incredibly good.
I felt my fingers twitching spontaneously... At first the realization took me by surprise.
I can move!!!
Seconds passed until I knew what I had to do, while I still could. Gotta try and get this thing out of me!
Reaching down into my crotch, I tried to squeeze the dildo out so I could grab it before it became sealed in like the ones inside of Eileen and Nicole. For the moment I didn’t care if that incredible pleasure went with it. I just knew I wanted it out of me.
But there was a problem. MY PUSSY IS GONE!!! As soon as I felt the unbroken pantyhose and the smooth mound where my coochie should have been, I knew the dildo already been sealed up inside me... Whats going to happen now?
"You’re not going to get that out," someone said. I looked up at the person talking; it was Ben, holding the control box.
Why? I tried to speak but the words didn’t come. I knew my time was running out.
"You won’t ever get that out, Pam." As he said my name he pressed the final button on the box. Suddenly I felt very strange; My breathing became shallow, static electricity charged my body and my hair wanted to stand on end as I felt a jolt passing through me. Without wanting to, I snapped to attention and held that position. My eyes were fixed straight ahead and I knew I could not move again but there was no – desire – to try to move a muscle either. So I remained standing there like a puppet on strings, waiting for someone to push another button.
"So that’s it?" asked Rick, "that’s how you control them?"
Ben simply nodded, and beckoned to me. I then wanted to walk over to the man in the lab coat and stand next to the him, so I did; but then I did not want to do anything more so I waited patiently and quietly without really knowing why I was so calm about what had happened to me. Am I a robot?
Rick gazed at me hungrily. "You said I would be able to have sex with them?"
"You will; watch." He called Deborah over to him, turned her around facing us, and then lifted her short dress to reveal that she too was just as sexless as the rest of us. Without comment, he reached down behind her; I saw where his fingers pressed into her sex, where there should not have been an opening, but there was. When he removed his hand he held the small fleshy-colored dildo in his hand. It was coated with her cum-juices.
Deborah just stood there motionless, even more stiffly than before. I knew she was just a statue now, not puppets like the rest of us.
I can’t believe what I just saw, we’re going to be turned into slaves; they already had Deborah and Gayle under their power, now they have the rest of us...
Ben was continuing to explain the devices to Rick like he was a vacuum-cleaner salesman or something while we all stood around. I had no desire to do anything but listen to him though, but had not realized that had originally been his idea and not mine. I simply waited, and listened, passively.
"There’s a switch you press on the end of the controller that initiates the eject sequence," he said, pointing out the tiny red dot. "Once the device has been removed, the host goes into dormant state." He waved his hand close to Deborah’s vacant gaze; she did not move or react in the slightest way.
He handed the dildo to Rick, while saying "That is the onboard controller module; what it does is tap into the subject’s nervous system and override all voluntary functions. It also communicates with the tiny machines called nano-probes that were in those pantyhose. Then it can implant its own program commands, making them into what I like to call Bio-bots. They will obey your every whim, with nary a complaint or delay."
Pulling the remote out of his coat, Ben commented, "Also, there is a storage mode that can be accessed with this handy touchpad." He displayed it to Rick, then pressed a sequence of buttons. "With it you can also quickly execute several preprogrammed commands. Observe this delightful behavior…"
Gayle stepped in front of the two men and began a slow strip tease to music only she could hear, bumping and grinding, languidly removing her clothes, all the while running her hands all over her body. In a few moments, Rick was starting to get aroused.
"There is also a ‘pause’ mode," Ben said, pressing another button. Instantly
Gayle froze right in mid-motion, her hands resting on her breasts and pussy.
She continued to hold that position while the two men examined the living
work of art she now had become. Gayle seemed content to stay that way indefinitely.
I wonder what she’s thinking? I mused, without suspecting she might not be thinking at all…
"Wow, I see that’s going to come in handy", said Rick. "What about the show; you said they still would be able to perform?"
"Yes and they will now do so flawlessly, for one of the features of this controller is to access the complete knowledge stored in each of their minds. When they do what they’re programmed to they are rewarded with pleasure, when they do not they’re punished with… Believe me; they’ll do what you want them to. Always."
"So you said there was a storage mode too?"
"Yes, you can access it quickly through the remote. Watch!" He aimed the remote at me and pressed a few buttons. I took a half-step forward, raised both my arms in front of me, and took a regal stance. It wasn’t like anything had commanded me to do it, I seemed to just want to. Or so I thought. Once in position my body instantly froze stiffly into position again while the room started to become much warmer. What’s happening to me? I wondered, feeling no pain or fear.
"Wow, you’ve turned her into a Mannequin!" Rick exclaimed.
Mannequin? I could just barely see myself reflected in the mirror, my body looked abstract, surreal, like a – mannequin – complete with silky painted smooth skin and dark lines circling my wrists. What’s more, my body felt very solid and hard somehow; not just motionless. Wow, this is bizarre!
"That’s not all," Ben came up to me and tapped my rigid cheek, which made a clicking sound just like it was made out of plastic or fiberglass. "The effect is more than skin deep; you can have all kinds of fun with them using this option."
I felt his hands grasping my stiffened right arm, twisting and lifting it….CLICK! OH MY GOD! he can take me apart!! I could see my entire arm as he showed it to Rick. There was some kind of post sticking out where it joined my shoulder. My hands looked plastic too, and were very smooth. I could use a fresh manicure…
"See, when they’re in mannequin mode, their bodies are entirely mannequinized too, so all the appendages are detachable. They cannot be told apart from a real display figure."
Rick was slack-jawed by now. This was more than he had ever dreamed of.
"There’s more," Ben said, still in demonstration mode, as he put my arm back on, leaving me to stand there like a dummy for the time being. I could not have cared less. He aimed the remote at Eileen and activated another sequence. Something different was happening now….
Eileen began shrinking! What’s he doing to her?!! I wish I could have seen better, but my mannequin pose had my head tilted slightly upwards and I could not move my frozen body at all.
In seconds she seemed nothing but a lump in a pile of spandex heaped on the floor, "This is what I call my compact storage mode; see." He reached down and pulled a barbie doll sized Eileen out of the costume. She was only about eight inches tall standing upright, naked, and looked exactly like Eileen – because the doll was Eileen. Even her hairstyle was the same. Spooky!
Ben moved her arms around and bent her legs, I could hear the faint clicking as he did. "See, even poses like a barbie doll." He molded her into a sitting position, with her legs crossed, and perched the miniaturized dancer on the edge of his briefcase. He even squeezed her tiny head to show she was really rubber now. Eileen stayed in position, not seeming to mind the mistreatment.
"Shit Ben, what else can that thing do?" Rick blurted, amazed at this seemingly impossible transformation. Eileen, changed into a doll. A very sexy doll…
"Pretty much anything you can think of. Hmm." He rubbed his bald dome with one hand, thinking. "How about this?" He pressed a complicated series of buttons on the remote. "Go ahead and replay the last thirty seconds of their number, would you? Places, girls!" he said to Darcel, Nicole, Jamilah, and Barbara who reanimated and took their marks as if nothing at all had happened. Rick ran back the tape and started it. Ben was punching things into the remote control box.
As soon as the pulsing music started, the four dancers flowed into movement, following their choreography but at the same time improvising, wheeling around the motionless figures of their still-frozen teammates, showing off the grace and power that was their hallmark and fame.
The tempo of the music changed, and I knew the number was ending. The dancers pranced towards a circle at center stage where they would strike a pose around Darcel and then hold it. They did really well without me and the others, with Nicole crouching in front while Beverly and Jamilah stood flanking Darcel…
The music ended and so did their movements. I counted out the ten seconds, wondering what would happen, when I noticed a subtle change in the posed dancers. Their skin was becoming smooth and shiny, like mine did as a mannequin, but kept on going to appear polished. Their skin tone faded into a warm yellowish, metallic, hue which seemed to flow rapidly over even their costumes to transform the frozen dance troupe into – Solid Gold!
"Incredible!" was Rick’s only words as he approached the golden statues, then ran his hands over their slick surfaces. Every detail was transmuted exactly; he could even tell by texture alone the pattern of the pantyhose they had been wearing. There was truly no limit to what the controller was capable of… King Midas in a palm-sized box.
"Wow, and you can do all this because of the pantyhose and that formula?"
"Pretty much, though the details are far beyond your understanding. When the girls first put on the pantyhose they became sexually aroused and eventually addicted to wearing them. What they did not know was that the arousal was merely a decoy, a reward, for keeping the fabric close to their skin. Each time the girls put on the pantyhose, they felt better than they ever did; later when the formula was absorbed, they became so stimulated that nothing could satisfy them sexually, though I can say these ladies certainly came close. Eventually they will pass out and then the nano-probes become active; by the time they wake up later the pantyhose are gone, taken apart and absorbed into their bodies along with the probes."
"Diabolical…" Rick commented, distracted by the gilded curves of Beverly in statue form. He had never been able to get this close to her before…
"The second pair fully envelopes them and is absorbed all over their skin; in fact some of the pantyhose becomes their skin, and that simply is what allows all this." Ben knew there was a lot more to it, but secrets were best kept secret, after all.
"What about Eileen and Jamilah? I heard Brad Lachman say that they’re going to be back next season," said Rick. "I thought all these dancers would be replaced – how can they both stay with me and be in the new show too?
"Simple; you can have them right now. I’ll just replace them with Mark and Cooley here." Ben nodded towards the two male dancers who remained frozen at attention after the controllers had been inserted into their bodies.
He’s gonna turn Mark and Cooley into Eileen and Jamilah; how?
"How are you gonna go that?" Rick echoed my very thoughts.
"Same way I did all the other transformations," Ben said with some disdain. "When you can turn someone into a barbie doll or a mannequin, turning them into a female is child’s play. It won’t take any time at all. Later when the taping is done, we’ll do it, then be out of here."
"Just make sure I get the real Eileen and Jamilah."
"You will…" Ben thought about programming in a surprise for him, later.
I still couldn’t believe it, the events of the last few days. I felt so good at first, but now I’m at the mercy of Rick Dee’s, and he’s turned me into a mannequin.
Rick just stood there admiring the barbie doll form of Eileen, playing with her as he moved her hands to caress her own tiny breasts. He wondered about the kind of pleasure she must be feeling now. "What about the girls Ben? I mean, what happens to their, you know, to their minds?"
Not that you care; you’re just interested in our bodies!
"In my earlier experiments, the subjects became overwhelmed by the constant stimulation and therefore useless, except as display figures, until a friend of mine from a clandestine organization let me in on a little secret: The controllers and the nano-probes. I created the induction formula and a crude controller; when my friend saw what little success I had with my own, he gave me the technology in exchange for my formula. It seems he had a subject in mind already as well."
"You stole it? From the government?"
"I didn’t say it was our government, did I?" Ben raised an eyebrow, Rick quieted down, and he continued. "Now these girls here are on their way to being fully conditioned; afterward they will always be in constant need of intense sexual stimulation. As you have seen, the controllers provide this as well as initiating the transformations. All positive actions are rewarded with an increased stimulation, any negative action and it is taken utterly away, but not their desire. Soon all they’ll know is those reinforcing pulses and the pleasure they get from them."
"Incredible," Rick repeated.
"The programs will take care of everything Rick; all that is needed is programming for new tasks, and programming is very easy." He placed the barbie doll on the floor and stretched her out so she was laying flat on her back. "Watch Eileen." Ben aimed the remote at Eileen and she quickly grew back to her former size, but remained passive awaiting instructions. Ben ordered her to get up and redress.
Eileen wasted no time redressing, pulling on her costume like nothing had happened to her; Ben then had her come over to me and strip my mannequinized body of my own costume. There was, of course, nothing I could do about it but ‘enjoy’ the experience.
It was a really strange sensation having your clothes removed by someone else, someone who could also take your arms and legs off at will, which she did! The tingles from the vibrator kept me aroused as well as the new sensations my stiff body gave me in its new plastic form. The way the Lycra slid over my smooth skin felt almost as good as the pantyhose had earlier. Almost!! Eileen even went so far as to remove my hair, which came off like a wig!
I stood there, hairless and totally naked, save for my pantyhose (which by now you couldn’t tell where they ended and I began) and shoes. A modern Venus DeMilo, my new mannequin body looked flawless...Perfect... For the first time in ages, I finally felt good about my looks.
"Eileen: Take her completely apart," Rick commanded. Eileen hesitated for a moment, then her hips tilted and she moved in. "Yes Master," her voice accepted. She performed as ordered, not knowing or caring it was me standing before her.
No please don’t!
I stood, frozen and helpless, as Eileen reached down and removed my left leg, which was connected below the hip. I wondered why I hadn’t fallen over yet. There was not much left to go but…
No please don’t take....
She twisted off my upper torso and head, placing it on the pile of clothes that was where my costume ended up. I can still feel Eileen’s hand as she grabbed one of my breasts; the touch of her finger on the hard bump my nipples had become. Complex sensations burrowed into me: fear, surprise, and arousal. I want to cum so bad!
I became a spectator as Eileen continued her disassembly of my body by lifting my hips and remaining leg off the support post that I had not remembered seeing before. Then I recognized it; part of a light stand. Those nano-probes sure were powerful. Her hands casually brushed my crotch, sending another wave of needed pleasure through my disconnected body.
This is so unreal. I can actually see how sexless I am, no one would ever know that I was once a real woman. Now I’m simply a very sexy mannequin.
It wasn’t long before I was lying in pieces on the floor. It was an odd perspective.
Eileen stood by idly, patiently waiting again.
"See?" Ben concluded. "They’ll do anything they’re requested to do; anything!"
"Man I can’t wait till after the show!" Rick crowed to the scientist. "When will the others be ready?" he asked.
"I’m having a bit of difficulty finding two of them, but there are some good leads. I should have the rest of them by the end of next month."
"Great, I’ll have quite a collection then." Dees said gleefully, rubbing his hands.
He’s collecting all the solid gold dancers? Why?
"Eileen, put Pam back together now," Ben commanded.
"As you wish…" Eileen assembled my pieces flat on the floor, replaced my wig, and stood me up while holding me upright so I would not tip over without the post. Ben then aimed the remote at me, triggering another strange sensation along with a chill feeling as the air in the room evaporated perspiration from my skin. Skin!? Finding my breathing restored, flesh-and-blood once more, I could move again. There was even a whimsy in my thoughts that I recognized as free will.
Quickly I checked my self and found no pivot points. I’m alive again!
"Pam, You may put your costume back on," said Ben. Once again as soon as he spoke my name I could not control my actions as I reached for the clothes, acting once more like a programmed robot. Getting dressed again wasn’t a problem, since I would have wanted to anyway, but the controller started pulsing quicker and more intensely in my sex, pushing me to climax.
If this keeps up, I’ll cum!
Which it did, and I did, the orgasm happening while I was pulling my tan panty briefs back up. UUHHHHhhhh! The sensation was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, an overpoweringly erotic burning response that overtook me even though I had expected it. There was only a brief eternal moment to enjoy it, however.
He may have activated the ‘pause’ mode, because what seemed like an instant later Rick was standing in a different place and the four dancers that had been turned to gilded statues earlier were back in fleshly form, lined up obediently facing him. They seemed no worse the wear for their recent transformation. It looked like Anita had also been fitted with a controller from the way she stood passively near the men.
"All right ladies, back to the dressing room," Ben said, and I had to obey his every word. I had just finished smoothing out my briefs when my body snapped up and the controller pulsed once. My body started following the others on its own!
Once out the practice studio, in the halls of the building, I tried to make a break for it, moving quickly towards the emergency exit. Instantly the pleasurable pulsing subsided; suddenly I felt an incredible craving for stimulation, but there was only emptiness throughout my body. As soon as I stopped and turned back to follow the others the pulses began again. AAAHHHhhhhhh!!!! Wonderful!!!
I turned away, and the craving and emptiness returned. I was trapped by my own insatiable desires. I’ve got to get away, but I need the pulsations. Don’t ever stop! I can control my body, but only at the direction of the pulsations, somehow I have to make use of this. That ‘somehow’ that would have to be later, because we had all reached the dressing rooms and were waiting inside, patiently, pleasurably, for further instructions. Yummm, even doing nothing is good…
Ben and Rick had followed us in and were chatting like we weren’t standing right there. "Think they’ll be alright for now in their dressing room, Rick?"
"I don’t see why they wouldn’t; we have Anita. Let’s just lock the door for now. Tomorrow we can have more fun with them."
We were told to stand in front of our mirrors, which we did, with pleasure. The pulses came quickly.
"I think Mannequin mode will hold them nicely for now. Rick, when does taping start tomorrow?" Ben asked. He knew nothing of our show schedule.
"They won’t start till afternoon around two."
"Good that gives us time, we can take Anita here and use her to help program the others. Let’s go."
"OK, this won’t take a minute…" Ben activated his remote and I could feel a familiar electrical charge, followed by a hollow stiffness as the transformation happened. We instantly all became Solid-Gold-Dancer Mannequins, shiny, artificial, posed in front of the mirrors to gaze endlessly at our rigid, perfect, fiberglass bodies. Every one of us had their own stance; most were standing. Jamilah had seated herself and made as if to comb her long hair before she stiffened into position there. I wondered if we might eventually end up in some store window, although at this rate I didn’t think we’ll be able to get ourselves free of Rick Dees and his devious collection plans...
Trying to think of a way out of this is hopeless... I’m only a display dummy!
They left us all alone, a still life with mirrors. Anita, Deborah and Gayle left with the two men. Mark and Cooley were probably in their own dressing room in much the same condition, looking at themselves stiffly posed in their mirrors as well.
I wondered what they had in store for us tomorrow? In…Store… Hah!!
I wondered what someone would think if they came in here and saw a roomful of mannequins that looked precisely like their featured dance troupe. That someone was playing a trick. Some trick!
I stood there, looking at my rigid mannequinized body, unable to do a blessed thing about it except feel an odd sense of validation. I had known there was something about the pantyhose, all along….
* * *
I don’t know how the time flew by, but the door opened again; they were back...
How long has it been? Didn’t they just leave? I can’t believe it…
"Just as we left them, Rick" Ben’s voice said. "They do look elegant that way."
"Better have Anita do her thing," Rick suggested.
Looks like Rick had received some training over night.
He held the remote now and was looking us over, fondling us casually as he went along the row of mirrors. "I can’t believe how realistic they look as mannequins; they’re truly amazing," he gushed again, as if he had never seen a dancer in suspended animation before. "You say they’re alright though? It’s been a long time in that position…"
"Why are you so worried about them, Rick? The programming they’ll soon receive will take care of all that. So why don’t you start the download already?"
"I don’t know…" Rick was standing near me, the touch of his hands warm on my fiberglass-hard ass. He had always been kind of fond of me before…
"Having second thoughts?" Ben grumbled, "Wasn’t last night – with Deborah and Gayle – enough for you?"
"Hey, enough, sure!" Rick replied. "It was great… Just wanted to have a real woman to talk to from time to time." He was looking at me, still.
"Well I don’t think that after this escapade they would have anything good to say to you at all, would they now?"
If you let me keep the pantyhose…
"Yeah, you’re right." Rick conceded.
"I’ll start the download now," Ben announced.
I heard only a click, then… I can feel something... Something weird... Like thoughts! And pictures! telling me what to do... It feels weird... There, dance steps and positions; sexual positions!
Images flashed in my head, I’m startled... I’m starting to enjoy this! Images and information, I don’t know how I’m going to remember all of it later as it comes in an endless flood into my open empty mind. I don’t know how, but I LIKE IT!!
Without warning, my body became real again, and I could move! We all could; we were no longer stiff mannequins of ourselves. But there was no volution; no drive. Our minds waited patiently for instructions; all impetus and originality drained away for the moment.
Rick began, "All right ladies, first thing I want you to do is remove your briefs." He was almost licking his lips!
What? Why? The device sealed within me started pulsing insistently, I welcomed the familiar joyful sensation and its warming feelings, which would last as long as I did what he asked me to. I began to remove my briefs…
"I see what you’re doing," Ben commented. "They look totally sexless with the controllers sealed inside them, so why wear briefs at all? Very clever!"
"Yeah, I thought of a show would be a real treat for the home audience too."
I can’t believe this – we’re gonna go out on stage and dance with no panties…
"Attention Dancers: You are wanted on stage – now!" The A.D.’s nasal voice blared over the P.A. speaker. Even this request had an imposing effect on us.
The show’s about to start, I feel like dancing, but I don’t want to show everyone everything! I knew though there was not really any choice for us anymore. I waited patiently for instructions.
"Time for you lovelies to go out and shake them love things girls; shake ‘em good! We’ll be waiting for you right here." Rick’s finger touched the remote control.
The controller inside came to life; tugging at me, tantalizing my body with infinite pleasure as long as I went out on stage and performed... Usually dancing itself was very enjoyable. Now, with the pulses compelling me, I knew I’d dance like I had never done before. I can’t wait – let’s get going!
We all filed out to do the opening number, I was already getting really excited...
After taking the stage during a break the action happened pretty quickly, building up to our production. First, we were introduced individually as we are each week: "Let’s have a big round of applause for – the Solid Gold Dancers – Darcel, Beverly, Pam, Jamilah, Cooley, Mark, Eileen, and Nicole..." The lights came up, brilliant and multicolored.
It’s Show Time, Folks!
I can’t believe the rush I’m feeling, am I really doing this or is it mostly the programming? Prancing out onto my marks, I slip in a toe-spin just because I know how nice they look. Normally, that kind of showboating would earn me a frown from Anita, but today she watched us with a glazed expression, a tiny smile on her lips.
Eileen, too; I wonder if she and Nicole felt the same way? Then, as they did showy cartwheels for their introductions, I knew they were as jazzed as I was.
After introductions, we immediately went into our first number, moving like a clockwork of perfection. Step, step; turn; hop, turn. Our execution was flawless. Between the cool draft between my legs and the controller’s pulsing, I didn’t know if I would really ever want to get away from this astonishing experience...
First number over, breathless, we went back stage to change costumes for the second set. Most of the troupe will be splitting up for the middle of the show; we wouldn’t appear together again ‘till the finale.
We entered the dressing room, found our stations. Deborah and Gayle brought us our fresh costumes and we began changing. Outside of the grins I saw on some of the dancer’s faces, there wasn’t much talking. Usually, there’s a constant banter between us; jokes and catty remarks. Today we marched to a different drummer.
My next costume was a thong black leotard, lined, with silver embroidery
piping. The pantyhose changed to shiny black to match; I don’t know why
but they even had a cotton panel, smooth and cool. Squeezing into the skin-tight
leotard, I had to pause and take a deep breath; it felt super good pressing
against my naked sex. After slipping into the matching dance heels I was
done. I did a twirl in the mirror, checked my makeup – fine – and headed
back to the stage. I glimpsed another of Rick’s tricks when I did my little
twirl; the cotton panel was exposed, so everyone would see it…
I don’t care, I just want to dance!
The music carried me back onstage, to careen around, entwining with Nicole, Beverly, and Mark in a complicated choreography. This, too, was an absolute snap. Before I knew it the show was half over; everything was going so fast. I had little time to think, only to react, and reacting always brought more deep pleasure.
I tried a few times to tell someone what was happening to us, but I couldn’t, the pulses went away so quickly the words froze on my lips and my muscles started to lock up. So I just went on, smiling and dancing with the others. The stagehands and director might have noticed we were performing with incredible poise and energy, but no one would have suspected why.
The costume changes went smoothly; we were in and out before we knew it. I was surprised how efficient we had become. I hadn’t had a misstep or miscue at all during the taping. Neither had anyone else, from what I could see. A little positive stimulus can do wonders! I thought, then recalled the programming too.
As the show moved into the final number, we changed back into the costumes we had worn for the opening set, thanks to Rick again we wore no briefs, only this time I had a cotton panel on the pantyhose! I only glanced up at Gayle before the pulses stopped; I decided to say nothing more about it and took my place in the wings.
We went out on stage and began gyrating to the show’s ending music. There was nothing I could do at this point; I knew people could see my cotton panel easily as I moved, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I could hardly resist, or even think about it, because if I did the pulses would stop cold. I didn’t want that.
I don’t know what I could do now, without the pulses. I lived to feel their power.
Sooner than I thought, the show was over; I knew everyone in the audience and at home probably would never forget this phenomenal presentation for as long as they lived. I know the guys won’t.
With the final show over, that meant the season was over too, and most of us wouldn’t be back. It was sad, knowing I’d never dance with my friends again.
I wondered what will become of us? Then as I entered the dressing room and saw the two men my memories came flooding back. There isn’t much time left...
"All Right, That was a great show ladies; one in a million!" said Rick, laughing.
"I can’t believe you made them do that…" Ben chucked.
"Come on Ben, every guy on the planet has wanted to see that in their dreams."
"Well, yeah, I guess you have a point there." He’d thought about the fantasy too.
"Now that the season’s over we can finish what we discussed." Rick stated.
I watched as they had Eileen and Jamilah stand next to each other. Both were being controlled and stood stiffly, like robots, staring ahead. Then Mark and Cooley came into the dressing room and lined up across from the female dancers.
Rick ordered them all to strip, which they did without hesitation.
Wow! Mark and Cooley wore the pantyhose too! I had always suspected as much.
Once they had finished undressing, I could see that Marc and Cooley were totally sexless like we were. Their bulges were a lot bigger, that’s all.
Ben carefully attached some plugs and a connecting cable between Eileen and Mark’s crotch area, and then between Jamilah and Cooley’s. Thought it must have driven them wild with stimulation, the four remained outwardly passive and still.
"We’re ready, now watch this!" Ben tapped some keys on a laptop he had, then Mark and Cooley started – changing.
Like a computer morph effect, the two males were condensing in some places and expanding in others; quickly becoming slimmer and shapelier, growing breasts and longer hair. They were turning into the mirror-images of the two women. Within minutes Mark and Cooley looked exactly like Eileen and Jamilah, down to the smallest facial feature. It was like looking at twins, almost.
Ben removed the plugs from the real Eileen and Jamilah, along with the lengths of cable. When he removed the plugs from the new ‘Eileen’ and ‘Jamilah’ a striking difference was visible; the transformed males had full female genitalia like they had been before all the business with the pantyhose began, complete with pubic hair and functional sexes. The real Eileen and Jamilah still looked bare there.
"Get back into ‘your’ costumes," Rick commanded the imitations, handing them Eileen and Jamilah’s sweat-dampened leotards from the closing number. Of course they fitted their twins perfectly. Now the illusion was almost complete.
Ben removed the controllers from the duplicates, and he and Rick guided them over to their nooks and sat them down. The two transformed dancers immediately nodded off into a deep sleep, acting on a previously implanted command word.
"So what happens to them now?" Rick was intrigued, even a tiny bit aroused.
"They’ll wake up after we’ve gone, get dressed, and go on with their lives and loves as if nothing happened. The replicas have all of the original’s memories along with their physical appearances." Ben folded up the laptop, put it away. "I’ve set it up so that this new ‘Eileen’ will remember her lover Nicole has moved back east to seek a new job as a dancer."
"Great; let’s get the others ready for transport", said Rick.
I wondered briefly how they were going to get us out of here, then Ben picked up another, bulkier, brief case. Inside was six spaces, each about eight inches tall...
He’s going to shrink us!
I had no sooner made that realization when the room seemed to start getting bigger as we condensed. My costume quickly enveloped me as I got smaller; I also found that as my body changed into hard plastic or rubber I couldn’t move again.
Back to being a statue again…
With a difference; all sensations were being magnified. Even the touch of the fabric on my miniaturized skin felt highly arousing as my body compacted down.
Orgasms exploded as Rick picked my tiny doll-like figure out of the costume; it was like every part of me was hyper sensitive. He placed each of us in a slot in the case. I could see that I’d be stored between Darcel and Nicole. A sheet of plastic covered each slot to hold us in; it probably looked like we had been wrapped up.
"So what are you going to dress them in," asked Ben, "When you restore them?"
"I’ve secretly bought up all of their old dance costumes from the past few seasons. You should come over, later; I’ll have them put on a private, fashion show for us."
"I will." Ben concluded. That was the last I saw of him for a long time.
Rick them closed the case and everything went black. Time then seemed to stand still; I had no memory at all of being transported, only of the flash of light as the case was opened again at his mansion – I found out later.
We were each taken out, enlarged, and immediately put into mannequin mode without being dressed. I wondered what was going on until it became clear how our collector was going to prepare us for exhibition.
Rick painstaking dressed us in our favorite costumes, and posed us with the controller into our show ending poses, then turned us back into mannequins in his display. I could see he was adding Deborah and Gayle to the tableaux also.
As time went by new dancers were added, who from their looks had also danced for Solid Gold before being ‘recruited’ by those devilishly erotic pantyhose. Their names were Helene, Janeen, Paula, Kahea, Leslie and Lezlie and Chelsea.
Those were the ones I knew; still others followed, but I didn’t know who they were. I spent most of my time as a mannequin or statue and lost interest in them. Or anything else at all…
Every now and then Rick would take us out of the display and have sex with us, individually or in groups. He would then invite a few friends over and we would perform our routines for them, or satisfy their sexual desires. Occasionally Rick would turn us back into statues even while having sex; I spent a long time on display once with Nicole after Ben decided he liked our acrobatic position; he was among the regulars who visited the collection.
After some time – I had no way of knowing how long – the main grouping became too large and so Rick started to pose us in little alcoves and discovered how to change us into stone and glass. Each would then be ‘featured’ in some manner; I recall vaguely being turned into a lifesized trophy and remembering how odd it was to be hollow. Rick also liked to dress us and for some reason Beverly and myself were his favorite mannequins, standing there still and quiet while he continually changed our costumes or tried other things out on us. I really came to like that, in a way.
I eventually gave up trying to escape, realizing there was no way I was gonna leave here, if I could even reach the gate before being turned into stone or gold or plastic.
Anyway, I’ve sort of become too accustomed to the reward pulses of pleasure.
They’re all I’ll ever need now… Here they come… Ummmmmmmm!!!
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