Candice walked the short distance from the conference room to the reception station as a cold chill flushed over her legs. She looked down to see a unique sheen over her nude pantyhose as the matte material changed before her eyes to a high gloss. She was dazed at first from everything that had just happened to now the mystic transformation that her new fused nylons were impeding on her. She stumbled to her chair and fell into it. She opened her legs and looked at her used pussy. She shook her head in disbelief as her leaky pussy as of two minutes ago was glossed over with thick white sperm, was now clean and spotless. The wet stains over her cunt were also gone, the only difference was the high sheen on her hose. She ran her hands over her thighs and marveled at the quality of the fabric, the luxurious softness that engulfed her.
Candice looked at the clock and shook away the fact that it was lunchtime already. Her stomach was in a knot and she felt nauseated at the thought of food after the perverted act she had just willingly committed.
The young receptionist turned on her chair and slowly crossed one leg over the other; the best she could do to hide her vagina. She moved the mouse and broke the monitor from the screen saver that had activated during the last ten minutes. She fired up the web browser and hit up Google. Candice bit on her lower lip as her thumb tapped against the wrist guard of the keyboard. Her fingers slowly peeked at the keys as her mind slowly traced over what she was trying to word.
''Corpo Eclipse'+Wolford.' She entered... four hits lit up the screen, three of them being in Italian in the summary text.
She sucked on the side of her cheek and clicked the English result which pulled up a spec sheet pdf. Most of it looked to be very technical, formulas, mathematical equations, diagrams, and really mostly stuff that might as well have been in Italian. A few words caught her eye as she flew past the technical jargon; hormones and nano-biology, organic hosiery. Revolutionary, Wolford's answer to 'green' hosiery.
Candice caught her hand stroking her knee cap as she read. She couldn't help but think her legs actually did look better, toner, slimmer, and sexier than ever before. She could feel her nipples engorged under her blouse as the thought entered her mind, her hand left her knee and softly touched her small breast, which felt full and sensitive. She squeezed softly realizing that her small A-cup breast was highly sensitive to the touch. She caught herself licking her lower lip under her teeth before the phone rang and she was broken from her spell. Candice had to read the wall to remember where she was as she broke from the daydream. Moments later she was back at the screen. She clicked on one of the Italian links and had Google translate it. It looked like a blog, chronological text. She scrolled down until she found the text she was searching for.
'Body Eclipse' it translated. A young female Italian blogger described a similar experience that Candice had went through the night before. The blog pretty much stopped soon after the initial mention of the 'Body Eclipse' event.
The intercom at her desk beeped once before a male voice spoke. 'Miss Walker, would you mind stepping into my office.' The voice was Harry, one of the principals in the firm.
'Yes sir.'
She uncrossed her legs and stood from her chair. Harry was an intimating man, large, heavyset, dark eyes set back in his head casting a constant shadow over his eyes. The only good thing she could think about her boss was that he was nice to the women there, which wasn't the case for the men in the office, whom he talked down to most, except John, whom he went to school with. John, the man that just violated her, took her virginity that she was saving for marriage.
Candice walked through the office banks toward Harry's private office, she knocked on the frame before opening the door. Harry called out for her to come in. She subconsciously tugged at the hemline of the skirt before entering.
'Close the door behind you, Miss Walker.' Harry commanded. Candice turned on her heel and quietly closed the door, her eyes hard on the jamb as it closed.
'Wow.' He muttered to himself as she turned to him, her ponytail swinging behind her head.
'Excuse me?' Her voice broke trying to get the question out.
'Come over here.' He said, his heavy hand pointing to the ground behind his desk.
She pressed her lips together as she walked the length of his office to stand next to him. He didn't leave his chair, but his eyes were trained on her legs every step she made until she was within his reach. She felt the now-familiar cool breath over her crotch as she stood next to him. His thick hand rested on the back of her thigh sending a shiver up her spine.
'John told me what a hot number you were wearing today.' His hand crept closer to her inner thigh as he began to remind her of her own acts, not a half-hour before. 'He also told me how much you loved what he did.'
His hand massaged the soft flesh of her inner thigh as she could feel her own pussy lubing up, tingling under the closeness he was to her most private parts.
'How tight your pussy gripped and sucked at his fat prick meat.' His meaty paws brushed against the opening in her tights, smearing her juices against the top of his hand.
'How your whore cunt is probably always ready.'
His fat finger slid effortlessly into her well-lubed tight hole. Candice closed her eyes as she tried to block out the invasion. She could feel her feet arching painfully in her 4-inch heels as she tried to raise her body off the finger inside her. Another one in her, her knees were weak then he removed his fingers.
