[Gdiddles]

Mrs. Impossible pressed up against the glass, flattening out against the slick surface. Her power was elasticity and plasticity, and she used both, flattening herself. This contorted her modest breasts to flat into the glass, marked only by the blue fabric attached by space-aged polymers. Her bottom covering was likewise forced against the glass. Normally unflappable, the doctor was blushing furiously. Who knew what kind of view she was giving the cameras

"Porter, get us out of here!" Cried Double D from behind Connors' battered desk.

"I AM WORKING ON IT." Said Polly as she grabbed at several jars and cleared a lab table. She mixed several together and poured it in a squirt bottle. Double D popped her head over the splintered and creaky desk and was greeted by the sight of Porter soaking down her own underwear with a squirt bottle. Danna was so shocked, she popped up another foot. Her bare navel exposed, her manicured fingers curled tightly over her aeriolas.

"You can throw a wet t shirt party later, Porter. I need to get on top of this story at the Trumpet. Who the Hell is this vaan Ruin clown?"

"DOCTOR VON RUIN!" The terrible bellow scared Danna, causing her to stumble back on the debris and fall back behind the desk. Her legs flew up in the air and lingered before collapsing with her. The wall approached inexorably closer and closer to the compressed Richards. The translucent blue sizzled for a microsecond and then bounced off the mirror. Richards came away with her pasted on undergarments surprisingly intact. The threading was frayed, the left 4 slightly crooked, but the tiny scraps of costume had come away intact.

"You're a real villain, Victoria! But you've failed and hurt these innocents in the process. And you've exposed the children of New York to the naked female body!" Richards gestured to Sexta, who had not moved since she had been denuded by her own invention.

"You're a fool, Richards. Good and Evil means nothing to true genius!"

"Genius is no excuse for your sense of entitlement! This is my lab!" shouted Dr. Connors as she stood up from behind the desk, her arm covering her breasts while Danna's arm shot up to hold a chalk eraser between her legs. Her body had a regimental athleticism that Polly had admired more than once in yoga class.

"And you are naked in your own lab. Because I am the greatest genius on Earth! I am a Mistress of Technology, of Magic, and of my own European nation!"

"Jesus, what a Mary Sue.", said Polly as she ran headlong at the wall.

"I AM NOT A MARY SUE. I AM JUST GOOD AT EVERYTHING!" Ruin screeched into the microphone as Polly passed through the wall unscathed. The assistant sprayed Richard's remaining three pieces of costume with the mixture.

"What...is that, Doctor Porter?

"I'm no doctor. Just a student. And it's glucose, water, and a mixture of common skin bacteria..." Said Polly as she carefully wet down her own bra and underwear again.

"...Causing the field to ignore the garment as skin cells. Brilliant! You know, you should work for me at Impossible Tower!"

"Nonsense! After I have sealed your doom, the peon will serve me!" von Ruin crackled over the PA again.

"Both of you -- shut up, she works for me!" Shouted Double D, popping her head up from behind the desk.

"I am not entertaining employment offers at this time!" Polly took a computer monitor from the floor and shooved it to Dr. Richards with a testy force. It distorted Richards, who had not been prepared for Polly's true strength. Polly pointed at the mirror.

Meanwhile, the wall had shifted it's way back over to the rickety desk that Connors and Dameson had taken cover behind. It sizzled and tore at the desk once and then again as it bounced off the back wall and through it again. The desk groaned. It creaked. It tottered. And then it completely collapsed, revealing Danna, who had been kneeling behind the desk and Courtney, who had been bent over with her head in Danna's lap. They both tried to cover each other, to look for something, anything to put between themselves and von Ruin's cameras. Double D held up a piece of the desk, but it crumbled to splinters in front of her.

Reba had stretched herself out and placed the monitor in her midsection like sling. "Polly, could you..."

"On it, Doc." Polly pulled back on the stretchy hero and the makeshift missile as much as could be believable.

"Fire when ready!" Richards yelled.

The monitor broke through the mirrored back wall, causing the whole surface to spider with cracks and disintegrate. The monitor continued, breaking a safety bar, shattering the leg of a camera tripod, and taking the legs of the operator out from under him. The small lab theater theater was filled with the staff of the University, their assistants, and several armed women.

Polly didn't waste time before bursting through behind it. Her Spidery senses tingled. Left. A woman in a Warsaw Pact surplus uniform was raising a weapon at her, but Polly was ready. Polly dashed to her and kicked it aside as the woman pulled the trigger, sending it firing rays of green energy wildly into the observation room. Another of the women dressed as soldiers screamed as her trousers dissolved. One of the lab assistants was raked with the green fire and her labcoat and shirt sloughed right off her skin. The coed squealed as she was left only in her yoga pants and bra. Polly pulled the belt from the uniformed woman and wrapped it around her attacker's wrists. The gun fell from her hands and discharged on automatic as it hit the floor, hitting one post-doc full in the torso. As she saw everything she wore under her labcoat rapidly turning to brightly-colored goo, she wrapped the coat tightly around herself. Two more soldiers were taking aim at Polly when arms seemed to come from no where and knock their heads together harshly. The arms were of course attached to Dr. Impossible.

"Never gets old." Said Reba as she knocked over the other television camera. The staff and students were panicking as green fire filled the room from the soldiers trying to fend off the heroes. Two indian girls up front Polly knew to be twins were both hit simultaneously. The one on the right had a blue dress melted below the waste, exposing matching blue underwear. The other was rapidly divested of her shirt, exposing a lacy red bra. They squealed as their brown skin was exposed by melting fabric, and tried desperately to cover their underwear. Beside them a young man was shot with a hail of the rays, reducing him to his black boxer briefs. He tried to cover up the growing bulge beneath his abs as the twins assessed him in shock. Polly knocked out another guard and kicked the ray rifle over to the grad students.

"Fight back, guys! There's five left of them and thirty of you!" Polly was hoping to turn the tide. The red twin grabbed the gun and full-auto'd a guard squaring off against Mrs. Impossible in the back. The guard was rapidly reduced to her underwear, at which point she dropped her own gun and surrendered. The other twin picked up the

Polly's spidery senses tingled. Right. She ducked just in time as a green ray shot past her right shoulder, leaving her warm from the blast. She felt something ease on her chest and saw that the right strap of her sports bra had been melted apart and the garment was struggling to contain her as she moved. Polly kicked a folding chair into her hand and held it up against the next burst of fire. The shots reflected into the mass of students and faculty. Professor Chambers of the physics department had her labcoat melted off of her in the press of the small theater. As she tried to move past her colleagues and retain, the reflected beams continued to rain across her. Her casual slacks ran off her legs in rivulets of liquefied fabric. Her white shirt concealed her rear for a second before it too began to melt. She quailed, trying to force her way out of the firing line. But as she pushed, her mis-matched black satin bra and grey bikini underwear began to succumb. A guard firing into the students who were resisting melted her cups, spilling her breasts into the cold theater air. The pale skin crinkled and bounced as she struggled. As she finally made her way to the aisle of the theater, the last of her panties melted away. She looked down in uncomprehending terror at her embarrassing fate. She finally sunk to the ground trying to cover herself. Finally, the last of the guards was subdued and their outfits appropriated for the students and instructors.

"RICHARDS! YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY? I HAVE THE ENTIRE BUILDING ON LOCK DOWN." screeched von Ruin.

The automated doors on the lab theater clicked shut. Behind Polly, she could hear the sizzling of the force wall as it passed through the open bay of the theater.

"Oh no, Porter! We broke the containment coating when we shattered the mirror!" called Reba to Polly.

"We should be fine, Doc! Bring those guard radios over here!" Polly wet down a labcoat with the squirt bottle and wrapped it around herself.

The wall swept through the room, divesting the group of another layer of clothing. Those who had been fortunate had shirts and labcoats torn right off of them. Those in their underwear wrestled, trying to put others in front of the wall as they had seen Danna and Polly do. The blue twin grabbed the young man in the boxer shorts and pulled him close as the wall approached as if to kiss him. Polly saw his toned ass exposed as the shorts were ripped right off of him. The blue twin was treated to the embarrassed fumbling of the man as he tried to cover his eager partner in crime. The guards, who had been allowed the dignity of what underwear they had left, watched stoically as the blue light passed through each of them, ripping that last dignity away.

The wall finally encountered the rear wall of the theater and began to sizzle and glow with arcs of energy as it burned and tore at the door and stonework.

"Aha!" cried Mrs. Impossible. "That should burn us out! Evil always sews the seeds of its own destruction, Victoria!"

"And as soon as I triangulate her position using these radios..." continued Polly as she tinkered with a multimeter and radios on opposite ends of the theater "...we should be able to find her and shut her down."

"Er...Miss Porter?" began Mrs. Impossible

"Yes, Doc?"

"Can I have a labcoat too?" Polly smiled once at the sight of the hero, now out of danger, who was slowly coming to realize her state of extreme undress.

"Sure, Doc." Polly tossed Reba the squirt bottle of sugar water and bacteria. As Richards stretched out and sn*tched her torn labcoat from the lab itself, Polly exclaimed "Found her! She's in admin!"

"Brilliant! Do you hear that Victoria? We're coming for you!"