The Amazing Spiderette #3: Allies and Preparation
Welcome back, true believers. We return back to Polly as she is roused by an urgent phone call.
"Porter, I need you to come into Manhattan right now."
"It's 4am, D." Polly complained.
"I am hiding from a naked psychotic Irish Republican, Porter. She's after my thong."
"Ugh...are you drunk, boss?"
"Porter, I am so sober it hurts. I got c-blocked and stripped to my underwear by Spiderette tonight."
Polly was confused. "How is that even..."
"I'm on the corner of 2nd and 23rd. Get your sweet little picture jockey ass here out here."
"Way to sexually harass." thought Polly. "Right Double D." said Polly.
"Bring smokes." Click.
Polly didn't even bother changing out of her pajamas, simply grabbing her purse and starting up her 15 year old coup. 15 minutes later, Polly was weaving through early morning delivery trucks. A block away from the corner she had gotten on the phone, Polly was greeted by the bizarre sight of her boss D. Danna Dameson sprinting down the street wearing only stockings, garters, and a very tiny thong. The woman was holding her own breasts tightly as she ran, which only marginally decreased the bouncing of her considerable endowment. Everything else was bare, her white thighs rubbing together, her round ass pumping. She was followed by a deeply disturbed looking woman who wore nothing at all except for a look of rage and betrayal.
Polly rolled down her window and brought her car along side her Dameson. "Double D! Jeez you run fast for a smoker."
"Porter! Took you long enough!" yelled the woman through panting breaths.
Polly apologized to her car as she jumped the curb and tried to open her passenger door. It stuck fast.
"Get in! Sorry, door is stuck, you'll have to muscle it."
Dameson pulled on the door with her free hand while her other covered her chest. Then as it stayed fast, she let go with her other arm. Polly's eyes grew wide at the sight of her boss' pale orange nipples bouncing back and forth as she tried to open the door. No wonder she shows off so much cleavage, I'd be proud of those, too. With a final effort, Danna tore hard at the door handle, which promptly broke off.
"Porter, I can't believe you came to rescue me in this piece of shit Tercel, I- Shit!" Dameson looked over to see the quickly approaching October O'Reily and threw the door handle at the maniacal woman.
"You b*tch! 'Let me show you how to post to Twitter' Really?! " O'Reily dodged the handle and kept coming. Dameson made a quick decision and jumped inside the window head first. Her breasts knocked into Polly's arm on the shifter, which forced the car into neutral. Danna's head smacked the horn, letting out a quick beep. She wiggled her legs and butt as well as she could to get them the rest of the way in the car. Behind her, she heard heels slowing their gait.
"Go!" squeaked Dameson. Polly hit the gas and sent the engine revving nowhere.
"You guessed Spiderette three times, you pervo dyke! And then you ruin my career?" October grabbed at Danna's kicking feet.
"Go! Porter, go now!"
"Stop yelling at me!" Polly struggled to get the revving car in first, popping the clutch and then stalling. She began turning the key over the noisy protests of the starter.
"Oh my, what a predicament you're in..." Said October as she brought both hands together to smack Dameson's ass, sending it rippling pleasantly. She then snaked her nails along Danna's skin. As the editor kicked behind her and yelled at Polly, October firmly grabbed the thin waistline of Danna's thong.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Porter." Danna said as she kicked at October ineffectually.
"Come on...come on..." prayed Polly. And then it started. Dameson writhed up enough that Polly could get the car in gear and the little coup tore off into the street. In the rear view mirror, Polly could see a very satisfied October O'Reily of Fakes News, waving a piece of tiny violet fabric. Danna continued to struggle to get in the car as they drove through the streets of Manhattan at 5am. Out the passenger window, a very white and shapely rear hung out, with stockinged legs struggling to get in the tiny window. Below that bottom was a very inviting pink flower, framed by black garters. When Polly passed the first construction site, the whooping and the hollering of the men was enough to make even Danna blush.
"Just stop so I can get in through your door, Porter. Before I pull the wheel into a wall and kill us both."
"You're not really a morning person for someone who works at a newspaper." joked Polly as she took them by another building site.
Danna grabbed the wheel. "I have been humiliated, attacked, sexually frustrated, and now my cooch is hanging out the side of your Puerto Rican Porsche. And you didn't bring a single marlboro."
Rather than test her boss' mental state, Polly pulled over. Danna got out with some minor difficulty and ran around, both hands between her legs. Her breasts squeezed together by this cover strategy and Polly had to avoid staring as she made the quick transit. Dameson sat in the car rear first and pushed Polly over effortlessly.
"Move over. I'm driving, Porter." Polly carefully negotiated her way over the shifter and sat in the passenger seat. Danna sat down, grabbed the Iron Maiden plushy on Polly's dashboard, and planted it between her legs to cover herself.
"Porter, you wearing underwear?" Danna entered traffic.
"Yes, but..."
"Give me your pajamas. I need to get to the Trumpet and manage this O'Reily situation."
"No, no way. Why did you ask me to bring you smokes but not clothes?!"
"Porter...the smokes were to make me less homicidal. You didn't bring them. Get in your skivvies. Now."
Polly carefully unbuttoned the front of her red plaid pajamas and wondered how they were possibly going to fit on Double D. She had worn a white sports bra under the top to make it easier to go jogging in the morning. Beneath the matching pants, she wore a pair of red bikini briefs. Polly felt her lecherous boss looking her up and down as she tried to slip out of her clothes. She threw the pajamas at her sleep-deprived homicidal boss and pouted. She covered her underwear with her hands at first, before feeling silly.
"It's a Celica, not a Tercel, jerk."
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"I gave them back, didn't I?" Double D asked with a smug smile.
"After you had sent your assistant back to your place for clothes and none for me. It was humiliating! I could have waited in the car!" Polly was back in her pajamas, but still held her hands in front of her underwear.
"You're Spiderette's best friend. I had to have you on hand to edit our cover story for tomorrow." Danna had taken perhaps a small amount of pleasure in watching Porter anxiously spend the morning in her dowdy underwear. She would have sent the assistant out to Porter's house, too, but the photographer had prevented that kind gesture. Porter's tiny pajama top had burst open while Danna was addressing a group of fact checkers and her massive chest bounced free in the conference room. Among the shocked looks, Polly had had the temerity to snicker. This had convinced Dameson that Porter needed some more underwear time to cool her head. Still, tomorrow's headline was all set:
Spiderette Targets the Media Next?
What is safe from her web of humiliation?
Below that was a picture of October O'Reily yelling at a guest. Below that was an picture of October O'Reily barely covering her charms.
Who's Looking Out For O'Reily?
You'll never guess her latest hair style!
We're seeing pink elephants,
But we haven't been drinking, honest!
"Where are you taking me anyway, Porter? I thought we were headed back to my apartment."
"Just a quick stop with some people who might be able to help."
"In a parking garage in Harlem?" Danna had slept an hour in her office between mainlining coffee and chain smoking cigars.
"It's Colombia University, Double D. So yeah, Harlem." Polly answered tersely.
Polly was not the only person on the campus in pajamas, Danna noted. It seemed that she was suddenly surrounded by young women in yoga pants running to class, sweatpants that hung on lazy young hips, and tiny skirts that proudly proclaimed "Juicy"; it all made Polly's red plaid pajamas seem like normal attire. Inside the stone building that Polly led her to was a lab with three women. Danna recognized one of them immediately: Reba Richards, Mrs. Impossible herself. Reba was the frontwoman and brains behind the Impossible 4, a group of philanthropists and super heroes. Her slender form was locked with arms crossed, concentrating on the other two women who were speaking.
"Doctor Connors!" called Polly "I have a favor-oh should I come back later?"
"Polly, perfect! No, it's no trouble, I'll cancel the call for our other assistant. Dr. Sexsmith and I were just running a small demonstration for Dr. Richards of our collaborative project in non-lethal weaponry. Grab a set of goggles for you and your friend." Polly immediately put on a lab coat and began helping. Danna was begrudgingly impressed with seeing Porter jumping into the role of scientist so effortlessly. The other woman was Sexta Sexsmith, noted nuclear scientist and particle physicist, Polly pointed out to Danna. Danna noted that the woman had a frumpy way of carrying herself, but that her figure was Rubenesque in proportion. Finally, there was a woman who was missing an arm that Polly quickly introduced as "Dr. Courtney Connors, master biologist. I work for her as an assistant...when there's a budget." Connors did not have a bad body either, decided Dameson, who realized she was still very turned on from last night.
"I'm Danna, Polly's other boss! Tell me, do you have a press release for this equipment? It sounds like it's a great development."
"It's being handled by one of our investors, but thank you, Danna." Dismissed Dr. Connors.
"As I was saying..." said Sexta spat at the interruption "this is a foolproof anti-material force projector. Completely harmless to living tissue thanks to Dr. Connors' input, of course." Richards turned to the biologist with an inquisitive glance.
"The force waves simply bypass any matter actively processing glucose." Connors offered with a hint of pride. She motioned to the machine near Sexta.
"Impressive." said Richards. Sexsmith continued.
"We have a demonstration set up." She pulled back a white sheet dramatically to reveal a small wrench, a fern, and a bunny rabbit together in a small pen. "Ready Dr. Connors?"
"Polly, can you hit that toggle on my mark?" Dr. Connors said as she walked over to a bank of machines on the far wall.
"Test 1. Releasing a 60cm force wave. 3...2...1...Mark." Sexta was wild-eyed as she spoke toward the mirrored wall.
Polly threw the switch and the machine spat out a dull blue circle of shimmering blue energy. It moved slowly at first, but began to accelerate, slowly closing the distance on the things in the enclosure. It crackled as it made contact with the non-living items. It pushed the wrench along the ground, as well as the pot the plant was in, while ignoring the plant itself and the rabbit. The small wall of force also seemed to expand as it continued forward, pushing past the enclosure with a sizzling resistance.
"Is it supposed to grow like that?" Dr. Impossible looked worried.
"There is a containment issue, Polly, quickly. Turn off the toggle." said Dr. Connors had a hint of panic in her voice.
"On it" called Polly, but before she could switch off the machine, her Spiderey senses said there was danger! She pulled back her hand as a shower of sparks exploded out of the toggle, forcing her to shield her eyes. The tiny wall of force was continuing to grow. It bounced off the far wall of the lab which Polly surmised had been treated with a nano-shield compound and began to travel back across the room. It knocked over testing equipment, chairs, and paperwork, pushing everything aside. Polly noted that paper that the wall bisected was simply torn in half by the crackling energy of the blue projection. She looked up to realize that Dr. Sexsmith was directly in the path of the wall. Polly tried to close the power toggle but it was fused shut.
"Doctor, look out!"
"Don't be ridiculous, it's completely harmless to living matter." Sexta smiled as the blue wall approached her. With a rippling crackle, it passed right by her, only spinning her and taking her labcoat and glasses with it. The physicist looked worried as she watched her coat and glasses dragged along the floor in front of the growing blue force. She ran over to Dr. Connors and began to fiddle with the control panel with her collaborator. Richards stretched out a plaintive arm to check the exit but the testing locks were engaged.
"Damn!" called Sexta to no one in particular. "It's in some sort of chain reaction that is overriding our controls!"
"We just have to wait for the safety current cut off to engage. Shouldn't be longer than 10 minutes." Dr. Connors estimated. She nervously looked over at the mirrored rear wall of the room.
Double D tried to dance out of the way of the wall and nearly did, but for the shoe and stocking that was whisked off of her and carried away.
"Porter, where the hell did you take me?!"
Polly was sure that she could outlast the wall, but doing so would reveal herself as Spiderette. Instead, as it approached her, she clumsily avoided it. Dr. Connors was next to lose her labcoat. Dr. Richard's strange cosmic powers to stretch her body with elasticity was enough to keep her safe. The women shifted back and forth careful to avoid it's touch. However, as it began to fill the room, there were fewer and fewer places to avoid it. Danna was exhausted and a little slower than the others. At one point, she tripped in its path and it pulled her suit jacket and skirt off in one pass, whisking them both right over her head. She was left on her hands and knees in the lace underwear her assistant had retrieved for her. "Not twice in one day!"
Dr. Connors could not keep up either, and lost her pants next as it passed by, revealing tanned athletic legs. Polly and Dr. Richards both lost their lab coats at the same time, around the point where the wall had filled the whole room and was merely passing back and forth. Sexta and Danna were squeezed against the far wall in their underwear and Dr. Connors had taken cover under a lab desk. Polly watched with dismay that as the wall passed the desk, a bra was pulled in front of it. "Eep!" cried Courtney.
Polly knew what was coming next as it started to travel back toward her. She had resigned herself to the fate when she decided to just stay where she was and accept the inevitable. The field passed through her and popped every button on her pajamas as it took the plaid fabric right off of her. She stood there in front of everyone she professionally admired in her mismatched comfy underwear and felt...free. She looked over at Double D in her smart lingerie, Dr. Sexsmith in spanks and a large white bra. Then she saw Dr. Incredible's clothes torn off to reveal her cobalt blue Incredible 4 costume. It hugged her form perfectly in the harsh laboratory lights and it looked as though she wore nothing underneath it. Polly realized that this famous super hero was probably in just as bad shape as the rest of them!
"How mush time do we have left again, Dr. Connors?"
"Not enough!" she cried.
"Well, it could be worse..." said Polly. "It's only us ladies. As soon as the field shuts off, one of us could salvage through the clothes and get an intern to..."
"Oh, I expect the interns and staff will be prepared." Said Richards as she tapped on the mirror she had her back to.
Polly's eyes went wide with the fear that this was a public demonstration and lost all her calm acceptance and composure "You don't mean..."
"I'M AFRAID SO, LADIES." crackled a cruel voice over the PA.
"Victoria! How could you sabotage this experiment? This lack of scientific ethics is beneath even you!"
"We are not so familiar to be first names. von Ruin is my name! Doctor Ruin!"
"Your plan won't work, von Ruin! The staff here are professionals of science, they are used to laboratory accidents."
"Precisely right, Richards. That is why I took pains to invest in this project! To make sure your humiliation was complete! You see, this demonstration is currently being video-recorded and rebroadcast to every television in New York as well as replacing the current homepage of Googly."
"Good God!" said Richards as she looked in horror at the mirrored wall.
"Not on TV!" cried Polly.
As the force approached Danna and Sexta, the two tried to hide behind each other, forcing the other in front.
"Gah!"
"Eek!"
"I already got stripped by Spiderette today. Sorry, Velma!"
Danna won out against the shorter round-hipped scientist. The pull of the wall tore the white conservative bra from Sexta's heavy breasts and the control hose from her legs and body. Sexta was completely naked, her curves revealed to colleagues and novices alike. She grabbed a piece of paper to cover her hairy sex with, but it was whisked away by the blue force as it passed back through her again. Then she just stood there, defeated by her own monster. "We had...a deal..."
Danna's lingerie looked ragged from its multiple encounters with the field and her chest bounced wildly in the weakened garment. White flesh peaked through tears as Double D ran to the other side of the room near Polly, no doubt trying to replicate her strategy. Polly smiled. Spiderette could pick up and throw a small car, she wasn't going to get pushed around by D. Danna Dameson. As the wall passed by Dr. Connor's desk, another squeak was heard and the biologist's panties were added to the pile of clothes being dragged in front of the wall. Danna sidled up to Polly.
"Porter. You owe me." was all Danna said as the wall grew closer.
"I do..." Polly said as she grabbed Danna's midsection like a vice. "for the office this morning." She held the struggling larger woman in front of her, not sure how holding the woman in front of her protected her own clothing, but thankful for the effect.
"Porter, I- Holy shit, do you live at Cross Fit?"
Danna struggled against the wiry super strength, and squealed a pathetic "Noooooo" as the force flowed through her. It crackled mightily against against Danna's bra and tore it from her body, releasing her breasts, which came to rest on Polly's arms with a bounce. As she felt the elastic of Danna's underwear let go, Polly pushed her boss down until she was doubled over at the waist and leap-frogged over the shocked woman. She may have snuck in a swat on Dameson's ample rear as she cleared her, neither of them would ever discuss it again, though.
"Now she's actually been stripped by Spiderette, she just doesn't know it." thought Polly. As she regained her feet, she saw the bizarre sight of Mrs. Impossible being squeezed out of her costume like a roll of toothpaste. It seemed that neither the costume nor the field was giving, and so the Doctor's pliable form was what gave. Richards returned to her normal shape with a pop and stood up openly in the lab. Over each breast, was a disc of fabric with the bright number 4 on it. Over her privates, she wore a similar strip with the letter I on it.
"Richards, how...well themed! Smile for the camera crew!" taunted the mad Prusswabian scientist.
"Well, this could be going better." Said Mrs. Impossible.
"I'll say!" Dr. Connors' head popped up from behind her desk. "I really am sorry ladies!" Danna was covering herself as she ran to Connor's desk, which was being pushed around and torn apart by each pass of the field, but provided the most coverage from the direction of the back wall and the cameras that von Ruin had arranged to record their humiliation.
"Dr. Richards, you might be able to save yourself if you flatten against the mirror on that back wall!" called Polly as she tried to find some safe haven that would not tear her own underwear off.
"Good plan, Ms. Porter."
Polly looked around for some method of escape or avoidance, the two heroes were rapidly running out of time. Looking over at the table, she noticed a bottle of sugar water. "Actually..."
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