Fall of Kathy
part 2
My name Penny, and I am guessing it has been about 2 month’s since the new pantyhose craze has hit the US market. I am not sure where everything started, or exactly when, but I can tell you after reading the journal of Kathy that was posted online, we all knew there was trouble coming.The east coast fell almost to the day that “Total control Pantyhose” hit the shelves. It started over seas, England was the first to fall, then France, Spain, Italy, right across Europe, etc. Instantly the US put up a ban, and tried to stop it from hitting the US shores, but somehow it got through! I was watching the news one night, when the story broke about a large group of people walking through the streets of New York handing out free pairs of pantyhose, and everyone that got a pair would sit down right where they were to put it on. They would then get a huge smile on their face, get up and join the group handing out more pantyhose to other people. Realizing they were loosing control the government tried to set up containment areas, but it kept spreading faster and faster. Then it hit Washington, and the president had a national news conference. When he appeared on tv, he to was wearing the new pantyhose, and he stated “Everyone needs to try a pair of this pantyhose” and “It will change your life forever!” After that, it spread like wildfire. With the east coast consumed, the borders were open, and freighters were brought in full of it. It worked its way inland and everywhere it went, everyone would fall. The national news became worthless, all they talked about was pantyhose, and nothing else, local news was trying to keep up with the outbreak, but with limited resources there was only so much information that would come in about it. So there is the background to this point, hopefully I can continue to document things, and hopefully we can figure out how to stop the spread of this.
As I said my name is Penny, and I live in Arizona. Not much call for pantyhose around here because it is so hot year around. And once this started everyone seemed to be dead set against wearing it ever again. The town had a big meeting, and afterwards everyone went home and gathered together every pair of pantyhose they owned. We all gathered again in the square, had a huge bonfire and burned every pair in town, including every pair from store shelves. Feeling better, and sensing a huge feeling of community we all went home after, and life continued as normal, until the day that Alison arrived.
She blew into town like a desert breeze, and I will never forget the day she arrived. She had caught a ride with a guy driving a pickup, and got out of the truck in the center of town. 5′10″ long blond curly hair, nicely chested, and built perfect. She stood there with a large backpack across her shoulder looking around, wearing a tank top and jeans with a pair of cowboy boots to finish the look. As she stood there smiling, reading our signs about this being a pantyhose free zone, all the guys walking by stared at her, with awe and desire. She started walking towards me, and I could see her looking me over as she approached. “Hi there, I’m Alison” she said. I returned the greeting, starting to get alittle uneasy about the constant smile on her face, and wondered if I should be putting up my guard. “I am just passing through” she said, “But would really like to crash for a day or two before I move on”. " This looks like a really nice town, but I find your sign over there quite strange” I explained to her that we are all alittle on edge about this new pantyhose that seems to be taking over everywhere. “Oh that, there isn’t anything to worry about with that” she said with her smile getting even bigger. She then asked me where she could find a motel, and I gave her directions to get there. “Thanks” she said, turned on the heel of her boot and walked away. Seeing this as a very strange conversation, I figured I might want to talk with the hotel owner later on.
The day went on, and of course I got busy. Later that evening sitting at home I remembered the conversation I had with Alison, and decided to take a walk down to the motel and see if I could find out more information on our strange visitor. Walking up to the door I find it locked, “How strange " I said, they never close. I walk around to the back of the building and find that door is locked also, I knock but still no answer. “Oh well, I will just have to wait until morning” I say, and head back home. The next morning, I go back to the motel, and the door is open. I go in and there are about 5 people in the lobby, including Joe and Sarah the owners other guests, and Alison. Everyone is smiling, and happy talking away like they are all best of friends. Looking everyone over, I freeze when I see that all of them including Joe are wearing heels with pantyhose covering their legs. Everyone but Alison is wearing a skirt, or shorts, but even Alison’s feet are covered in hose. “What the hell is going on here I yell” as I start backing up towards the door. Alison turns smiling and says “Oh nothing much, we were just enjoying the pleasures of our new master, and figuring out how to continue spreading the word of its glory!” Scared now I continue to back up but I stop and I feel something sooooooooo wonderful touch my foot across my flip flop. Looking down I see a pair of pantyhose quickly wrap around my foot trying to find a way to slide up my leg. I feel the need, and start to pull my foot out of my flip flop, but stop as I realize that there is no coming back if I do it. I reach down and grab the hose, pulling it away from my foot. Holding it in my hands I want so bad to put it on my legs, but I turn and get out of the motel as fast as I can. Once I reach the street, I slow down to a walk, and start to think about what can be done. I also think that maybe the hose isn’t so bad, and maybe I should wear it as well. After all, how could something that feels so good, be so wrong, or so bad. Then I realize that I am still holding the pantyhose, and realize how powerful it really is. The thought of throwing it down makes me want to cry, and the thought of putting it on right there makes me soooooo happy. I then see the leg of the hose move, trying to slither around my arm, and I do throw it down. I start to walk away, but suddenly I feel pain like I have never felt before. I double over, and fall down onto the sidewalk knowing that my body is going through some form of withdrawl, and that there is nothing I can do but wait for it to pass. As I lay there in pain I look over towards the motel, and see Alison and the others standing there smiling. Then I look down at the steps and see what looks like hundreds of pairs of pantyhose working their way down on to the sidewalk, and into the street. Straight out fear takes ahold of me and as I lay there in the fetal position in pain, I tremble with the knowledge of what is happening in our town. Then I hear a voice behind me, it is Mr. Johnson the hardware store owner. Seeing me laying on the ground he came over to try and help me. “Run” I scream out, however it is too late, the hose that I threw was already on his shoe, and working its way up his pants leg. “What the hell” He screamed out, and reached down to grab the hose. As soon as his hand touched it, he got a strange smile on his face, picked it up and started running his fingers over it. “What a fine pair of pantyhose this is” he said, and with that he started pulling his pants and socks off. Once he was finished he sat down next to me, and started to pull them on. Then he laid back with the smile still on his face and said “You would feel so much better if you would just put them on like me”. “No” I said as he looked around for another pair. Picking up another pair as it tried to slither by he stood back up and started walking over to me. “Once you have these on, you will understand everything, and you will be happier than you have ever been” he said, and reached for my leg. Pulling off my flip flop he tried to put the pantyhose on my foot. Kicking out I hit him in the chest and he let go, jumping up I start running as I kick off the other flip flop to make better time on my getaway. Turning around I see others have come out of their buildings and are picking up the hose, only to sit down and start pulling it up their legs. Crying by now I turn back around and keep running towards home. Wondering what I am going to do.
Back at home I lock the doors and windows, go into my room and fall down on to my bed. The pain is still there, and a horrible sadness that I have never felt before. I curl up into the fetal position and cry until I final fall asleep. Several hours later I wake up, finally the pain is gone but the want and need to wear the pantyhose is still strong in my mind. I get up, and go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Looking out the window, I see most of the towns people walking around wearings dresses, skirts, shorts, heels, and beautiful pantyhose. Everyone is happy, everyone is smiling, and every part of my being wants to go outside and join them. “Snap out of it” I say to myself and use the fork I am holding in my hands to poke my arm hard enough to break the skin. “Damn it that hurt” I say to myself, but it did work and I start to think clearly again. Then I see my friend Kerry sneaking down the alley way and realize she is still wearing pants and doesn’t appear to be infected like the others. I run to the back door, and call her over. After hesitating for a minute, she comes over and asks me if I am wearing pantyhose. “No” I respond, I managed to get away, “But I did touch it, and it is the most powerful thing I have every felt.” She smiled as she walked over to me, she then hugged me, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. “There there” she said “it will be ok soon, lets go inside so we can talk” Letting go of her, I step to the side and let her in. Once in the kitchen, we are both smiling, and happy that we found each other. “Can I use your bathroom” she asks, of course I respond yes, and with that she is gone and I start making a pot of coffee so we can sit and talk. A few minutes later, I am looking out the window again, I hear the bathroom door open back up, and ask “are you ok”. " I am fine” she responds, walking up behind me. She puts her arms around me, and I can feel her start to hug me, but something feels off. I look down, to see she has pantyhose on her hands rubbing my arms, and there is a pair of pantyhose on the ground that is approaching my bare feet. “No” I yell out, but my body is already betraying me. The touch of her hands has left me at a loss and I cannot pull away. Knowing the pain that I will feel if I pull away I stand there watching the hose slither across my foot. I turn and look at her, and she is like the others wearing pantyhose. She smiles and says, “its ok, this is what you want” I knod, and start moving over to the chair. Sitting down I pull my pants off, and pick up the pantyhose. I slide it over my feet, and work it up my legs, up over my hips and release it around my waist. Instantly it starts throbbing with a life of its own, and I cannot help but smile as it brings me to an orgasm like I have never felt before. Finally taking her hands off me Kerry says “The hose is your new master now, it will bring you great pleasure, and always be there for you, however you must ALWAYS obey it, bringing new people to it, and NEVER, take it off. If you don’t find others for it, it will consume you completely, and you will eventually be completely taken over, nothing more than a drone that cannot think for itself (though I cannot see how that is a bad thing)” we both smiled wider lost in a daze. Continuing she said “If you try to take it off, it will punish you as you have seen, and it can make you hurt worse than anything you have every felt before in your life” With that she gets up, puts her pants back on, and asks me to get dressed so we can get to work. Smiling I say “of course, and then we walk outside to find Alison, and to begin our new lives serving our master, and bringing new people into its world...