[G. Strauss]

Hey! I’m a story writing contributer over at the Yahoo groups! Just saying howdy and sharing a lil’ one-off story I did to get the ball rolling on actively contributing!

It’s NSFW dude to content. Otherwise enjoy!

The (Quick) Adventures of Jennifer & Zapper

“When A Problem Comes Along You Must Whip It!”

“Ugh…” Jennifer Walters moaned. She took her hand from her forehead and leaned back, warm flesh jumping at contact with the cold bricks of the alleyway. “Where am I this time?” she said, the grogginess fading quickly. She stood up, shivering as the rags shifted over her small, pert frame. She quickly grabbed them and pulled them close against her figure.

“I really, really need clothes that stretch. I wonder how Bruce does it.” Jen quipped as she tried to get her bearings.

A steel door erupted by a woman in a red business suit with a wireless headset.

“There you are! We checked the lobby and began to think you had left!” she said to Jennifer who gave a puzzled look. Glancing down, Jennifer’s face turned bright red in embarrassment at being caught half-naked in the overstretched rags from her last transformation.

“E-excuse me? There…there must be some mistake.” The woman tapped a pen against her clipboard and adjusted her glasses.

“You’re Jennifer, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Sandy brown hair, you’re 5’ 5;” there’s mistake!” She grabbed Jennifer’s arm and dragged her inside the building.

Jennifer looked all around at the dim lighting, yet plush interior she was introduced to. Women walked about in bizarre outfits, French Maids, vinyl cat-suits and what-not. The woman opened a door and led her through it. Inside was a carpeted interior lit with a backlight. The woman pulled a curtain and opened a nearby dresser, handing Jennifer a pair of lacey black panties and a matching black corset.

“Here. I’m sure this will be way more comfortable than what you’re wearing now.”

“Um…well…yes.” Jennifer said. “But…where exactly am I?” The woman gave Jen an icy glare, then erupted into laughter.

“I get it. This is part of the set-up. You people really get into this.” She stepped behind curtain and gave Jennifer some privacy. “Go ahead and change I’ll be back in a minute.”
Jennifer heard the woman walk away, and shrugged. While the outfit was risqué, she didn’t really see what other alternative she had, and it least it was coherent, if nothing else.

Within minutes, Jennifer was changed and sat down in the leather chair of the room. There was a knock at the door, and Jennifer opened it slightly.

“It’s me.” The woman said, and Jennifer obliged, letting her in. The woman walked over and pulled the curtains back and walked to a nearby wall. “C’mon over, miss.”

“What’s this?” Jennifer asked.

“It’s part of your package. We do all the requests.” The woman said, slapping a black pair of handcuffs on Jennifer.”

“Wait a minute,” Jennifer spat, wriggling around. The woman grabbed her other arm and finished cuffing her, pushing Jennifer down on her knees and running another chain up through a loop in the floor, securing her.

“There we go. Comfy?” The woman asked. Jennifer just stared at her in amazement.

“No! Un-cuff me, please! There’s been a mistake.” The woman just laughed. She reached into the dresser and withdrew a gag.

“Don’t worry. I’m going along with it.” The woman said. “Here we go…” She pushed the red ball into Jennifer’s mouth and fastened the latch on the back, patting Jennifer on the head. There was a knock at the door, and the woman answered.

A hulking figure loomed in the doorway and the woman escorted him into the room, and likewise cuffed him down beside Jennifer. His breathe came in deep rasps through his lather mask and she noticed he was wearing a black thong with black leather motorcycle chaps. His eyes fixated on Jennifer, who gave a nervous glance to the woman.

“Oh…” the woman said, pulling her tie and letting her long black hair flow down freely. “I think we’re ready.”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide as the realization of her situation dawned on her!

The woman shed her glasses and unbuttoned her sport coat furiously, unzipping her skirt and tossing the garments in a heap in the corner. She was clad in a leather dominatrix outfit and withdrew a flogger from the dresser.

Walking up to the man, she cracked the flogging across his back and whispered “The safety word is “Orange” just so you know.” She smiled and spanked him, and Jennifer heard his breathing intensify.

“And for you…my little tart.” Jennifer shook her head, mumbling through the gag.

“Ooooh! A spanking?!” The Dominatrix cracked the flogger across her rear, and Jennifer squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head in frustration. “Oh…you like that, do you?” There was another sound of leather contacting soft flesh. Tears ran from Jennifer’s eyes as the man giggled.

“I didn’t say you could laugh!” The Dominatrix boomed, slapping his face. Giggling turned to laughter. “Stop laughing!” This time the Dominatrix slapped his chest with the flogger. He squeezed his eyes and winced in pain, but when she unzipped the mouth of his mask, Jennifer saw he was smiling.

“Now be silent!” the Dominatrix yelled, cracking the flogger against the floor. “It’s not your turn! It’s hers!” She walked back over to and leaned against her, running her hand down over her behind, which was bright red from her last encounter.

“Does that sting?” she asked Jennifer, who nodded yes, still trying to mumble something. “It does? Well…then…” The Dominatrix slapped it with her hand and traced her thigh with the flogger up between Jennifer’s chest and under her chin. “I guess we’ll have to make it hurt a little more, won’t we?” She slapped Jennifer’s face twice, striking from each side.

Again the man laughed stupidly as the Dominatrix tortured Jennifer. She cracked her on the behind once again and Jennifer squeezed her eyes shut at the pain that had erupted through system.

“I said don’t laugh, didn’t I?!” said the Dominatrix, furious at the man’s behavior. He continued to laugh as the dominatrix ripped open his leather vest and pinched his nipples, twisting them. “Not funny anymore is it?”

The man breathed heavily and laughed, glancing down at Jennifer, who was, herself, beginning to breathe harder and harder.

His laughter stopped when Jennifer’s head rose to meet him, her eyes glowing bright green.

Her back to Jennifer, the Dominatrix stared at the man, who had gone silent. “Finally learned your lesson?”

Jennifer’s hair had already begun to get streaks of black as the roots extended, the natural length of her follicles snaking out over her shoulders…
“Hey! Hey look at her!” he said in his natural, high-pitched voice. The Dominatrix slapped his cheek hard.

“Don’t try and blame her!” She flogged his ass.

Jennifer felt the gag around her head digging into ears and scalp as it slowly expanded along with the rest of her body from the transformation she had experienced so many times before…

“Geezus! Knock it off and look at her!” He yelled. The Dominatrix rolled her eyes and kicked him in the groin.

Jennifer’s flat stomach rippled slightly as she breathed in, musculature defining itself as the bottom of the corset began to split open at the sides, exposing her navel and traveling upwards…

The man sucked in a long breath and wheezed, rolling his eyes at the transforming Jennifer Walters who just stared helplessly caught her metamorphosis.

“L-look at her!” he said. The Dominatrix brought the flogger up to strike him, and he screamed.

“Orange! Orange!”

The Dominatrix paused and lowered the flogger, puzzled.

“Already? C’mon…”

Jennifer’s arms bulked up along with her thighs and legs. The handcuffs popped open around her wrists as a green pigment washed through her skin. The lacing of the corset burst open as each string was pulled taught and snapped apart. The cups expanded outwards along with her chest as suddenly an areola peeked out at the hem of the shrinking garment. With a slight ripping sound the cup ruptured and a large green breast jiggled firmly at its new-found release, the pinkish flesh of the nipple becoming an even darker shade of forest green.

The man saw what was happening and made an attempt to get up, forgetting he was handcuffed, and crashing back down to the floor.

“Oh my god!” The Dominatrix said, kneeling down to help him. “Maybe three times a week is a lil’ too much for you.”

The She-Hulk sucked in a deep breath through her nose, and the rags of the corset burst free from her chest and fell gently to the carpeted floor. With a swift motion she moved her hands apart, and the chain buckled and snapped loudly.

“What the hell was that?” the Dominatrix said, turning around to greet the newly enraged She-Hulk. “Uh…oh…” was all she could whisper.

The strap around the She-Hulk’s head finally snapped, but the red ball of the gag was caught firmly between the She-Hulk’s teeth as she continued to snarl, spitting it out on the Dominatrix.

“Whoa! Wait!” The Dominatrix pleaded.

The She-Hulk reached out, snatching the flogger.

“Little woman like whipping Jennifer. Let’s see how woman like it when She-Hulk whip her!”

As the She-Hulk rose her hand and the Dominatrix collapsed, passing out. Her body crumpled onto the man, who nervously stared at the She-Hulk.

The She-Hulk took a step forward and bent down in front of him, her massive breasts hung before him as she rolled the woman off from him and broke the chains that locked him to the floor.

“There. Little man is free. Woman no longer be mean to him.” The She-Hulk said in her deep, feminine voice. His eyes rolled up into his skull and he too passed out.

The She-Hulk was puzzled and cocked her head to the side, shrugging. She walked over to the door and kicked it open, the hinges creaking as the door disconnected from the frame. A woman in a black teddy walked slowly up to the She-Hulk.

“Hi! I’m Jennifer! Sorry I’m late I got stuck in traffic. Am I with you today?”

The She-Hulk gave her questioning look and shook her head, uncomprehending. She walked to the metal door and punched it open, leaping out into the alleyway and taking off in a run.

Jennifer just shook her head, looking in to see the unconscious Dominatrix and man.
“This place gets kinkier and kinkier every week. I need to find someplace else.”

[Ashlee]

How wovly
A wed wose.
and welcome !!!

[G. Strauss]

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