The Caterpillar s Cocoon
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Nylon cocoon
Since an early age Jason had a mild facination with ladies hosiery.
Unlike anything else the material was semi transparent and clingy. It
made the wearers legs look different, softer, smoother, sleek and almost
any colour you would want as well as masking blemishes.
As he grew up he dated a few girls, girls that would regularly wear his
favourite items (that is afterall partly why he dated them).
Jason was now 26 and still single. He tended not to go out to bars
anymore as most of his money was taken up with bills for his apartment.
He liked a drink but it was just too expensive and as a result he had
not met any potential partners for some time. He was a good looking
chap; well at least he thought so, and his 6' 2" frame was physically in
good shape. He had hoped, had thought it he would very soon, he would
meet the woman that would be perfect. But time ticked away and nothing
happened.
He found himself sitting in coffee shops alone at the weekend, he would
surreptitiously watch out for women wearing tights or stockings so he
could just admire the view.
On this particular Saturday afternoon while eyeing a young lady in a
short skirt, he suddenly wondered what it must feel like to have the
material hug the skin as they did. He had never really thought about it
from the womans side before, he just liked to admire them.
Over the coming weeks that thought kept popping into Jasons head more
and more frequently. It began to nag at him until he started to think
about how he could get hold of an item of hosiery to satisfy his nagging
curiosity. He considered ordering from somewhere online but dismissed it
as he would have to pay with his credit card under his own male name. He
didn't want anyone to know or suspect anything. After careful
consideration he payed a visit to a local supermarket. He first picked
up a few items he knew he needed and then walked aimlessly toward the
womens clothing section. As luck would have it a couple of ladies were
just walking away as he approached from a different direction leaving
the area empty. He took his chance started to quickly browse the many
hosiery products on display. There was one that instantly caught his
eye.
'Magic body shaper' tights.
They were in black 40 denier and he quickly found an extra large. He
tucked the small package under the other items and made his way towards
the self check outs. Without anyone seemingly paying him or his
purchases any attention he scanned, packed then payed before leaving the
store with a sense or excitement building within him.
Closing the door of his apartment his excitement rose further. He didn't
quite understand why he should feel this way. He discarded his routine
purchases in the kitchenette and made his way into his bedroom.
With his clothing completely removed he proceeded to undo the package.
The tights unravelled in front of him and he quickly pulled his feet up
to try and work them on. He got into a struggle and summised there must
be an easier way. Good old google supplied the answer and he started
again. With his toes in the feet he then worked them up his legs, over
his knees and then finally around his bottom and his equipment. There,
they were on. The answer to his question, they gripped him firmly
everywhere. When he moved the material shifted and slid across his skin.
The sensation unlike anything he had experienced before. It was then he
realised that his excitement now manifested itself in his cock. He was
growing slowly, then he checked out his legs in the mirror and he
marvelled at the sight. The sight he had seen, admired on countless
occasions was now him. His legs encassed in the marvellous mesh that
clung to his every move. Now fully errect his slid his fingers over the
bulge and groaned at the feeling. It made him stiffer still.
After stroking and caressing himself for a couple of minutes he could
feel his orgasm building. Deciding he didn't want to soil the tights he
went to free his erection in anticipation of his eruption.
"What the..." His fingers slid over the waist band intending for his
fingers to slip under the material. Instead his fingers just rubbed the
outside of his tummy. He tried again, this time trying to pinch the edge
of the material in order to pull it away from his body.
"How the hell...." He just couldn't get anything under the material to
get a grip. He tried pinching the material around his erection as it was
away from his skin and carefully worked his way upwards pulling the
material out as he went. Until of course he got to the last inch just
below his belly button. It was as though it was glued to him. It just
wouldn't budge.
Just then his thoughts turned to his situation, he suddenly felt
trapped. A excited feeling swept over him and his sexual excitment
jumped up. His cock twitched, became harder still and he let out a groan
of pleasure.
Still his thoughts were not to make a mess with an orgasm, but he now
didn't know what to do. He desperately wanted to stroke himself to
satisfaction but clearly could not do so unless he either managed to get
the waist pulled down or he made a mess. But he then also knew that if
he could not pull the waist down now, how would he clean himself up if
he just soiled the tights. It would be a sticky mess that he would have
to sit in.
His need distracted him from his clear thinking, his cock yearning for
attention. Straining upwards inside the black mesh prison. It felt so
good, but it was the itch he just couldn't scratch or stroke in this
case.
Now feeling frustrated he tried once again to force his fingers under
the waist of the tights. He started at the front and then worked his way
around the his left side to see if he could find 'a week spot'. He
continued around his back, then his right side and finally back to the
front where he had started with no success.
He peared down at his bulging erection and the lovely view of his
encased legs. It looked so sexy to him and his cock twicthed once more
and he moaned out load. His breathing now laboured and his mouth hung
slightly open to aid his heavy breathing.
After another failed attempt to prise the waist of the tights away from
him he felt another wave of excitement sweep over him as he became
paniced at his situation and his cock throubbed and twitched in
response.
"Ahhhh goooodd," he whimpered as his need kept growing, becoming
increasingly frustrating. He had resisted touching his stiiffened
member but still it became more needy.
Feeling a little tired now he decided to sit on the edge of his bed. His
movement elicited a shifting of material across his legs making him
"ohhh" from his parted lips. Now sat he started to feel a little light
headed. For safetys sake he lowered himself further and slumped onto the
carpeted floor. Again his movement having an effect on him. "Mmmmm.."
He allowed himself to lay back, still breathing heavily he wondered how
he was going to get out of this. His thoughts once again causing further
excitement and his cock jumped. His body's urges kicked in and he rolled
onto his front and proceeded to buck his hips and grind his cock into
the carpet. The sensations were incredible and he cried out,
"Uuurrghhh.. Urrrgghh," and he thought he might explode and then
something felt like it shifted. It felt different, he stopped his
thrusting.
He looked down and felt at the same time. "Ohhh shit." The top edge of
the tights had moved up his body to just below his nipples. He instantly
tried again to get his fingers under the edge but again failed.
Something very strange was going on, he now realised with more
certainty. It both scared him and strangley thrilled him at the same
time. How could this happen?
He rolled over onto his front again, this time with his head looking
towards his sliding mirrored wardrobe door. His body resumed a gentle
slow thrusting of his hips. The feeling amazing, almost making him
dizzy. It was just too good to stop.
And as he slowly girated he watched in the mirror and felt at the same
time as the black clingy mesh edged bit by bit higher. Over his nipples,
then up to his armpits. The garment was growing to accommadate his body.
The sight in the mirror, the feeling of helplessness, the feelings from
his painfully erect cock as it pressed into the carpet meant he would
not stop. The materail continued to climb slowly up, he could see it on
his back as it drew ever closer to the top of his shoulders and then
finally joined with the growth fron his front. A sense of doom at this
point crept into his thoughts and he forced himself to try and stop the
progress of the nylon. His rolled onto his back as his hands tried in
vain to prise the material off of his shoulders. But it was no good he
quickly realised and he rolled back onto his front to continue the
humping that felt so very good.
The materails growth then continued along each arm and up his neck. As
the material grew so did his fear but bizarrely his excitement hightened
too and he reacted in the only way he could by continuing to thrust his
hips into the floor. He could not understand how he had not shot his
load yet, no matter how much he bucked and thrusted he could not reach
that magic point. It was like he was constantly on the edge.
He opened his eyes, realising he had not remembered shutting them he
could see the material was approaching his wrists and his mouth. He
thought then that he might be able to get his fingers under the material
when it tried to cover his mouth. He again forced himself onto his back
and went to move both arms up to his face. Both arm pulled against a
force initally unseen. His arms unable to move more than a few inches.
He looked down to see the material on his arms was attached to the
material on his body. His arms were effectively pinned to his sides.
He sexual need won out again, back on his front he pushed himself into
the flooring and watched as the material slowly and relentlessly grew
over his hands and mouth until the tips of each finger were enclosed and
his top lip was attached. It seemed there was nothing he could do now,
and still it thrilled him. It excited him to be at the mercy of the
black nylon material.
Before long his vision took on a darkend hue and his eye lashes brush
again the nylon. He continued his pelvic thrusting that provided that
unending sexual pleasure. He could sense now that his legs felt bound
together. He tried to move one leg and could see in the mirror that they
too had bound themselfs together. He realised he was no longer able to
get up, not without great difficulty.
Finally his head was fully enclosed. What now he wondered and he felt
completely helpless and continued to girate his hips.
Soon he could see what was to happen next, It had started at his toes.
There was another layer of black nylon starting to encase both of his
legs together. It moved much quicker than the first layer. Perhaps
because there was little resistance.
Still he continued to buck his hips just wanting release, would it ever
happen he wondered. Still the feeling was amazing and his body just
reacted by humping the floor.
He closed his eyes just concentrated on his cock now, needing to come so
badly. He marvelled at the feeling of being completey encased in the
nylon. He marvelled at the feeling of helplessness at finally submitting
to the black nylon. He opened his eyes once more to see the 2nd layer
now on his tummy. His legs now in a single black sheath. He gasped
almost silently at what he saw, at the more rapid progress it had made
and his tummy experienced that heightened feeling of excitement.
Finally his sight was reduced to almost nothing and his overwhelming
feelings of excitement built and as the 2nd layer enclosed over the top
of his head he felt his orgasm wash over him and his cock spasmed and
jerked as he emptied the contents of his balls for a full 30 seconds
before finally he felt like his cock had spat out a couple of marbles. A
strange sense of emptyness remained before he lost consciousness.
The eyes fluttered gently and he slowly gained his senses. He stretched
his arm out, there was a tearing sound. Then he stretched his legs and
again a tearing sound. With his eyes open he could still not see
anything. Using his hands still covered in layers of material he pushed
and pulled until his hand pushed through the fabric and he proceeded to
unwrap first his head and then the rest of his body.
Finally he stood, very unsteady and still gathering his thoughts. He
then turned to see himself in the mirror. It was him, his head.......
just as before with his hair; albeit a little tousled. But his
chest....it was still his frame but now sported a round plump and perky
pair of breasts. Maybe a 'C' cup he guessed. Deeply coloured areola of
around 2 inches across with a half inch thick nipple standing proudly.
"Wow," he whispered.
He continued to study himself, his waist was incredibly narrow and was
emphasized by wide round hips. Between his legs his cock remained, but
on closer inspection his testicles were no longer evident. His empty
sacks clung unused to the underside of his cock.
"Oh...my.....god!" he said out loud. He was neither one gender or the
other. He had a chest he could not possibly hide if he was to dress as a
man and a head that was still clearly a man.
He was stuck as a he she as some would say. He would have to be more
careful next time he purchased an item of clothing. Perhaps he could
try 'Spanx' next!!!
Elouise
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