"See if I ever bring you books again," she said. "Got any helpful advice?"
"If you'd followed my last bit of helpful advice, you wouldn't be in this situation," Sid pointed out.
Jennifer's expression wilted. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that the ferret was so cute..."
"Yes," Sid muttered. "I understand Dr. Wu, its breeder, chemical enhanced that property in it to make it well nigh irresistable to any prospective victim. Just don't stroke it again, okay? I'll have you shrunk down again as soon as I can."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate that."
Continuing to circle his sister-in-law seemed to bring Sid no closer to the source of the problem, as on the other side of her his passage was blocked by her other breast. But he knew he would round it eventually, and about twenty yards later, he did. There he and Sendula got a break. The ferret was perched atop Jennifer's oil-barrel sized nipple.
Sendula shot Sid an enquiring look, and he nodded. One quick thrust and the animal was shiskabob at the end of her spear. It threw off a magical-looking star or two and wavered like water before vanishing back into the reality of its creation (where it materialized on the surface of the street outside Jim's house as roadkill). One problem down!
Breasting the nipple (pun intended) they finally found the supper table again, along with Credensa, bobbing and weaving about the tangle of bodies atop it, looking for an opening.
Sid could see the difficulty. Three teenaged cheerleaders, all identical in appearance to Pamela Lee, and now all naked as well, were thrashing about, fighting each other for Jim's huge, engorged penis -- which penis was three feet long if it was an inch and firmly lodged in Jim's own mouth, which was sucking it vigorously. Jim's arms were wrapped firmly about it, and his legs were drawn up close to his body in defense, and the three were having a difficult time of it.
"Credensa! Sendula!" Sid ordered. "Reverse weapons and knock those girls out if you can!"
Credensa shot him a relieved look, flipped her spear around, and knocked one of the girls smartly across the back of the head, taking her out of the game. Sendula did likewise, eliminating Jim's second attacker. Sid himself tried to pry away the third one, to no avail until his wives, dropping their spears, added their own considerable strength to his. (Sometimes it definitely paid, having wives who were amazons.)
Sid glanced at Jim and was quickly satisfied that his nephew had mentally and emotionally regressed to the age of about a year. No trouble on that front. Amazing what the realization that one's mother was witnessing a particularly egregious incident of sexual depravity could do to a guy! Of course, the sudden, mammoth inflation of his mother's mammary glands could also have had something to do with it...
"Restrain the girl," Sid told his wives. "She's the only one likely to provide a rational explanation for this right now."
Quickly they secured her arms behind her, and brought her struggling body forward.
"Please!" the girl pleaded. "Let me go to Jim! I've got to have Jim!"
"Yeah, yeah, heard it the first time," Sid muttered. "The question is why? I don't suppose this is something you do every day."
"Please!" she repeated. "Please, I've got to--"
SLAP! The back of Sid's hand sent her head spinning.
She shook her head, and her eyes seemed to come back into focus. "Thanks," she said in a small voice. "I needed that."
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