The Three Pigs and The Big-Bag Wolf

by

Tom di Centauri

Lupe Maria Sanfausto de Loba knew something smelled bad, in more ways than one. Following a trail of evil had brought her to El Norte, to the environs of Delta City, some years ago. Now, deep in a private forest preserve in the mountains outside the city, she prowled the area in her guise as Wolf Woman (see accompanying data sheet below - TdC). She found the source of the physical stench - the body of an opossum that had been shot and left to rot. She growled low in her throat, then continued on her way. Gringos estupidos, she thought, destroying wantonly to give themselves the fantasy of being powerful. She tried to imagine how powerful the men who had tried to destroy the Yanqui economy felt.

It didn't make her feel good at all to know that the Yanquis were now feeling in their own lives pretty much what NAFTA had done to Mexico. When the Mexican economy had been brought to its knees over a million campesinos had lost everything. But they at least had the option of sneaking across the border and finding work in El Norte, becoming so essential to the economy that when a jurisdiction in Colorado managed to shove out almost all of the "illegal aliens" its agricultural economy nearly collapsed. Where could unemployed Yanquis go? What border could they sneak across to find better conditions for themselves? She felt no desire to gloat. High unemployment in Gringoland did not do her beloved Mexico so much as one centavo's bit of good.

The disaster had begun when some of the biggest firms on New Yorvik's famous Rampart Street failed in a perfect storm of white-collar crime. People who had devoted their lives to figuring out ways to rob the people who actually created the nation's wealth without blatantly shoving guns into their faces had gone hog wild and gone a long way toward transforming the greatest nation on Earth into a Third World loser state. Bare Sterns had seemed a spanking good investment opportunity, but in the end they had not been properly covered. Lemon Brothers, the used-car conglomerate, had crashed and burned. Goldbug Sucks had survived and its CEO had claimed that it was because they were doing God's work, which was true if the god in question was a syncretist blend of the most vile aspects of Mammon and Moloch. And last, but definitely not least in the annals of evil, came the Prudent Investment Group, better known as the Porcine Institute of Greed. And the three brothers who ran PIG were now in Wolf Woman's sights.

The trail brought Wolf Woman to a wide clearing around a small lake in a shallow dale. A broad lawnscape surrounded the glittering water and a large house sat just under the trees on the opposite side of the clearing. Wanting to remain out of sight, Wolf Woman left the trail and went into the trackless forest to make her way around the clearing to the house.

As she approached the rear of the house she paused to survey the situation. Trees grew almost up to the house itself, so she would have plenty of cover. She saw among the trees plants that looked like giant lilies, plants almost as tall as she was, and she saw in them more cover for her approach to the house. They were strange plants though: they had the vertical stem bearing a horn-shaped flower and broad straight leaves, but around each plant was a coiled stem bearing an oblate pod, roughly the size and shape of a sunflower. The pods swayed gently as if mounted on springs.

She moved carefully forward, ducked behind a tree, and noticed one of the lilies in a place where she could crouch down and observe the house. As she got into position she noticed that she had one of the pods right in front of her face. She could have sworn that the white fluffy part had not been there a moment earlier. She sniffed at it and got back a sweet smell that didn't remind her of any flower she had ever encountered, though the smell did seem familiar. Reacting to the carbon dioxide in her breath, the flower lunged and pressed against her face as tendrils at its base unfurled and wrapped around her head, keeping the fluff pressed against her face. Glands at the base of the flower opened and the chloroform that the plant had produced seeped into the fluff, yielding a vapor that Wolf Woman was compelled to inhale. Frantically she tried to tear the thing off, but it was tougher than it looked. As consciousness slipped from her grasp she understood that she had been victimized by Captain Chloroform's latest creation - the slumber lily (technically, Hypnophilia chloroformata), a relative of the infamous penis plant.

She regained consciousness lying on a towel laid over a couch. She was, she could feel, completely naked and had her hands tied behind her back. She was in a medium sized room and she could hear the breathing of three other people in the room with her. She also smelled the stench of the perfumes that they used to hide their natural human odors. She found that she could not unbind the ropes that held her wrists together, so she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and swung her feet down to sit up. She saw that she was sharing the room with the three pigs themselves, each one sitting in an armchair and staring at her. She also saw that her costume lay on a coffee table in front of her.

The oldest pig seemed to address his question to the air. "Can anybody tell me why we have a nearly naked bimbo wandering through our prize lily patch?"

She rolled her eyes and spoke to the ceiling. "Can anybody tell me why this house is surrounded by a patch of totally illegal plants?"

"Laws are for little people," the middle pig sneered.

"Yeah," the youngest pig said in a condescending tone, "where would we be today if Einstein had let the law stop him from discovering that ee-em-cee-squared thing?"

"What makes you think those plants are illegal, anyway?" the oldest pig asked.

"They attacked me with chloroform," she said. "That makes them dangerous, therefore illegal."

"Plants that attack you with chloroform?!" the oldest pig said in mock astonishment. "Why, you must have hit your head on something hard when you slipped and fell, Miss... uh...."

"Lobita," she filled in for him. She thought of him as Cerdo (Swine) and his brothers as Puerco (Hog) and Cochinito (Piglet).

"Low-bee-tuh," Cerdo said. "Well, Miss Low-bee-tuh, you must be tripping on something if you think that plants can attack people with chloroform."

"It would be simple enough to have one of those pods analyzed," she said.

"How do you know?" Puerco asked.

"I have a degree in chemical engineering," she said.

"Ooh, she's got a degree," Cochinito jeered, "Musta got it from Primitive State, home of the Fighting Frijoles."

She managed, barely, to keep her anger under control. Why, oh why, she wondered, do all gringos seem to assume that Mexico and its people have somehow gotten stuck in the Nineteenth Century, and the first half of it at that? Oh, well, no point in complaining about it, since all too often that misapprehension worked to her advantage.

"It doesn't matter in any case," Cerdo said. "You see, Miss Low-bee-tuh, the laws don't really apply to big men. They're really only meant to control inferior people, to prevent them from interfering with their betters. That would apply especially to you."

"How do you figure that you're better than me?" she asked.

"We're Americans," Puerco said.

"So am I," Wolf Woman said.

"You're Mexican," Cerdo sneered. "That's not American."

She sighed. "You guys obviously failed Geography, among other things. OK, if you look at a map, you will see that The United States of Mexico is really and truly part of North America. That makes me just as American as you are, maybe more so because my people have been here longer."

Before any of the clearly outraged pigs could reply a woman who was dressed like a witch came into the room. With shoulder length honey-blonde hair and a pudgy figure, she looked like she might be the evil twin daughter of that big, fat actress who was all over the TV. Over a black dress she was wearing a transparent-black plastic raincoat with its pixie-style hood pulled up over her head. She was carrying a Pert and Pretty™ "Queen of France" shower cap and a strange rod that was half a meter long and two or three centimeters thick. The rod appeared to be made of frosted glass tinted in all the colors of the rainbow and even some that could not actually exist. She would have sworn the she saw yellowish blue and reddish green. She saw that the rod had a blunt rounded end and an opposite end that came to a rounded point.

"Are we ready?" she asked as her arrival got the pigs' attention.

"Yeah," Cerdo said. "Do it!"

As the witch came toward her Wolf Woman tried to think of a way to avoid her and free herself. She couldn't get up and run or leap because the coffee table was too close to her and would trip her. Before she could act the witch reached out and touched her with the butt of the rod. As the rod touched her, Wolf Woman felt a strange lethargy come over her and voices, though she heard them clearly, seemed to come from a great distance.

"Now," the witch said, "you will do only what is necessary to fulfill my commands. Get up!"

Without intending to do so, Wolf Woman stood up. Under the witch's guidance she walked to the center of the room, where a five-foot by three-foot blue throw rug lay. The center of the rug displayed a pattern of silver and purple curlicues mingled with straight lines in green and gold. The pattern looked flat and then it appeared to have depth, some parts floating above or below others. It was what the Dutch artist M.C. Escher might have created if he could actually have painted in four dimensions. She thought it might be some kind of hologram, but looking at it just made her dizzy. Following the witch's commands, she stood herself on the middle of the pattern.

The witch put the shower cap on her then. It draped limply in the witch's hand, as if made of thin, soft silk. The transparent cerulean-blue plastic bore an array of gold thumbnail-sized fleurs-de-lis arranged in a pattern that suggested a queen's tiara. The witch slipped the beret-style cap's dark-blue rubber headband over Wolf Woman's head and allowed her hair to puff out the skin-smooth plastic.

Setting her rod on a nearby table, the witch went behind Wolf Woman and untied her hands, commanding her to stand straight and press her hands against the sides of her thighs. The witch then whispered something into her ear that made her nipples and clitoris swell and stiffen. Wolf Woman felt passion ignite within her and when she was just about to reach climax she took a deep breath and puffed out her belly. At that instant the witch touched the tip of her rod to the left side of Wolf Woman's neck and there came a soft whump from Wolf Woman.

Wolf Woman felt as if something had exploded within her (kinda like her mother's cooking? - TdC) and at the same time something seemed to wrap itself around her whole body. Her head cleared immediately and she could think for herself again. But she couldn't move: the thing that had wrapped itself around her kept her motionless and helpless, a naked soldier standing at attention.

The witch came to stand in front of her. Opening the front of her raincoat, she slid the rod into a plastic sheath hanging from her belt. Then the witch gave Wolf Woman a quick jab in the chest.

Wolf Woman tipped over backward, still standing upright. Instead of falling to the floor, though, she rocked briskly back up and tipped over forward as if bowing to the witch, then she rocked up again and tipped backward, though not as far as before. She rocked to and fro several more times before coming to a stop. She also noticed that her breasts had bounced and jiggled slightly when the witch jabbed her, but had not made any significant movement as she rocked: they seemed to have gone weightless. She had responded to the witch's jab just like an inflated punching bag. She understood then that the witch had turned her into a big, fat plastic balloon.

The witch moved aside and let Cerdo take her place. He jabbed a forefinger into Wolf Woman's belly and said, "Now you're just an inflated plastic bag," as if she were too stupid to figure it out for herself. "You're going to be our special toy now," he added. "And don't think that you can just let the air out of yourself,'cause if you do, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you back up."

He punched her then and set her rocking to and fro. For about a minute he continued punching her, ramming his fists into her breasts and delighting in seeing them sink deep into the inflated balloons that her breasts had become. Every time he punched her she tipped over backward almost to the floor and then bounced briskly back up at him to be punched again. The punches themselves didn't hurt, but Wolf Woman felt an intense humiliation burning within her.

But soon he stopped bopping her and allowed her to come upright and wobble to a halt. Then he grabbed her and pulled her off the magic carpet. She found that she could move again, but she was constrained by the fact that he was now holding her so that she could not escape from him. He tucked her under his arm and carried her, like an air mattress, to his bedroom.

He closed the door behind him, more for privacy than to trap her: she discerned that she still had enough strength that she could open the door when she needed to do so and he appeared to know that fact, because he kept her tucked under his arm as he went to his closet. He took his transparent-gray plastic raincoat off its padded hanger and put it on her, pushing her arms into the sleeves and closing the magnetic patches down the front as if dressing a doll. She thought it rather strange but felt no revulsion at wearing a piece of Cerdo's clothing: the pigs were only ugly on the inside, so the physical manifestations of their existence were actually appealing. That fact was what made them so sinister: they didn't look evil.

Having dressed her up, Cerdo laid her down on his bed and slid the skirt of his raincoat up to her hips. Then he took off his robe, shirt, and shorts, dropping them on the floor as he looked down at his prize. He rubbed the plastic of his raincoat over her breasts and then made his move. As he climbed onto the bed she saw that his penis had swollen to what looked like the size of a knackwurst. He shoved it into her vagina as he mounted her and it felt to her as if he had just shoved a salami into her.

Ah, well, she thought, the bigger the pito, the more blood it takes from the brain when it swells up and gets hard. And, indeed, he seemed to go into a deep stupor while he was fucking her (and that crude term seems most appropriate for what he was doing). She swore that she could almost hear the desperate gasping of brain cells as they asphyxiated and died. No wonder, then, that these guys had grown up as such moral imbeciles.

Cerdo huffed and puffed on top of her. He grunted and snorted just like... well, just like a pig. Suddenly she felt something hot blossom deep inside her in long, hard spurts as Cerdo let out a sound that was half grunt and half squeal. Then he went limp and lay panting on top of her.

When he had rested a bit he got up off her. He took his raincoat off her and hung it back in the closet. She had taken the opportunity to get up off the bed, so he grabbed her, put his left arm around her shoulders, and patted her belly with his right hand.

"Now you're pregnant," he said. "You have a copy of my raincoat growing inside you and every time one of us creams into you it will get a little bigger and you will get a little fatter. Then one magic day you will give me a new raincoat and we will get you pregnant with another one." He chuckled at some private joke and then shared it with her. "As long as you are pregnant, you cannot be changed back to normal, so you can figure that we are going to keep you pregnant all of the time." He then put his clothes back on and took her back to the sitting room to let one of his brothers take a turn with her.

They had already gained plenty of practice fucking over the American economy, so they kept at her all day. To aid them physically in that endeavor the witch brewed up a potion that quickly restored their genital systems to a sexually ready state. Hour after hour Wolf Woman found herself being escorted naked to one or another of the pigs' bedrooms, pushed into bed, and porked by one of the pigs.

And during those times when the pigs took a break to let the witch's potion restore their vigor, they put Wolf Woman on the holding spot and let the witch use her for a punching bag. Soft rubbery thumps merged with the witch's grunts and the rhythmic swish of her raincoat to provide the pseudo-musical accompaniment to which Wolf Woman bounced and wobbled for her captors' amusement. Punched in the chest, she went over backwards almost to the floor. Punched in the belly when she bounced back up, she bowed to her delighted captors.

They decided that during the day she would play housemaid for their enjoyment. A hoodless, transparent-black plastic raincoat with a Peter Pan collar served as her dress and over it she was made to wear a ruffled apron made of translucent-white plastic. To top off the ensemble they gave her an opaque-white Charlotte Corday style shower cap made of rubbery-soft plastic. She felt a strange thrill as her breasts pressed against the soft, smooth, body-warm plastic of the raincoat and their swollen nipples and aureoles rubbed against it with her every movement. In no small measure the ease with which the raincoat aroused her was due to the heat she still felt deep inside her where a new raincoat was growing.

That night she had to sleep with Cerdo. Of course, he wasted no time on foreplay. He simply mounted and penetrated her, pumped himself to climax, and then dozed off. Eventually Wolf Woman drifted free of Reality's moorings and sank into a dream...

She dreamed that she had been captured by the Subprime Pirates. As she stood on the pirate ship's foreclosure deck she saw that sobbing homeowners were made to walk the plank and fall into the Sea of Debt. Loan sharks took some of them; the rest were scooped up in the nets of fishermen gathering up cheap labor for the cheap-scale market. Once proud homeowners, stripped of their accumulated wealth, being sold back into corporate wage slavery.

Yes, she had been captured by the scurviest, most vile of the pirates that infested the Caribbean Sea, the Irish Sandman himself, Cap'n Klor O'Forme. She had been carried onto his ship Man O'Cloth by his junior officers, the seven moral dwarves - Greedy, Angry, Gluttonous, Lusty, Proud, Envious, and Lazy.

They raised two spinnakers side by side into the wind and the bulbous sails billowed out like a pair of giant breasts. The ship sliced through the water like a plow. Hadn't Simon Bolivar said something about plowing the sea? She couldn't remember. In a short time they came to the little tropical island of Taxhaven, where they would stash their ill-gotten loot.

The captain's own motto was "If you snooze, you lose" and he considered it his job to see to it that people were snoozing so that his crew could make them lose big. Increasing unemployment, driving down wages, and driving up profits - that was the pirates' goal.

The seven moral dwarves should have been a clue. Of course there was a witch, only this one didn't use a poisoned apple. No, of course not. This witch cloth'd Lupe, hugging her against the warm plastic of her raincoat as poor, naked Lupe struggled against the sweet-smelling vapor that took only a few seconds to work its soporific magic on her lungs. When she woke up she saw that she was not in a glass coffin, but rather was lying in a sleeping bag made of glass-clear plastic. Fully inflated, it kept her helpless: she was imprisoned in an air mattress.

They carried her up the town's main street to the pirate captain's mansion. The entire town seemed to be a giant amusement park for corporate executives. She saw the Widow and Orphan Toss, where bankers could enjoy throwing old women and children into a muddy, filthy street. She saw the Slave Auction, where corporate executives could enjoy watching destitute people begging them for the most menial of jobs. And she saw the Charity Corner, where rich folks could drop a pittance into a ragamuffin's grimy hand and receive a hymn of praise in response.

When they reached the mansion they carried her into a bedroom, laid her on the bed, and left. Lying helpless in an inflated plastic bag, she could only watch in growing horror as the pirate known as Rubberstick came into the room. He took off his robe and she saw his penis begin to swell and then inflate to the size of a small punching bag. He was able to masturbate himself, she saw, by simply hugging his erection, caressing and kissing it. Even though it would not squirt any liquid, he put a girl's shower cap over the glans as a condom, presumably to make kissing it more palatable. Thus prepared, he approached the bed and....

And then the dream faded in the morning light....

It was a busy morning for the pigs' blow-up bimbo. Cerdo had hogged her all night (Imagine that! A pig hogging something! - TdC), so Puerco and Cochinito took turns grabbing her, taking her to their bedrooms, and porking her as if making up for lost time. They just couldn't seem to get enough of playing with her.

Later in the day she saw another prisoner being abused. Wearing her plastic maid costume, she stood in the sitting room and saw the pigs bring in a young man dressed in striped pajamas resembling the classic jailbird's uniform. He had been captured in the P.I.G. corporate offices and brought to the pigs' country estate for a "trial". The "evidence" against him was a six-foot tall Capitalist Pig punching bag that he had used as both a punching bag and a masturbating toy. Bearing the image of a plump corporate executive wearing only black boxing trunks covered with dollar signs, it was popular with the working class. It had been produced as a distraction, a means of giving the hoi polloi the illusion of "sticking it to The Man" while keeping them from accomplishing anything of the sort. But for a member, even a junior member, of the corporate elite to have one was tantamount to class treason.

He was, of course, "convicted" and then "sentenced" to be a plastic prisoner. The witch then executed the sentence. She compelled the man to strip naked, made him put on a transparent-black plastic shower cap, and then pushed him onto her magic carpet. She was a pretty woman and, dressed in her black pajamas and transparent-black plastic raincoat, she had no difficulty in arousing him, brushing against him to whisper commands into his ear. With his penis sticking up long and hard, he took a deep breath and puffed out his belly. Just before he climaxed the witch touched her wand to the side of his neck an inch below and behind his left ear. A valve nipple and its aureole appeared where the wand made contact with bare skin and the young man jerked as his body emitted a loud thump. Like Wolf Woman, he had been turned into an inflated plastic doll.

The witch then put on the helpless prisoner an ankle-length party apron made of pale transparent-yellow plastic with opaque red-orange swirl patterns suggestive of galaxies printed on it. She wrapped the doubled-plastic ties around the victim's waist and tied then in a neat bow in front of him. Then, giving him a shy smile, she punched him. When he bounced back up she punched him again and kept on punching him, keeping him moving, giving him no rest.

As he bounced for the witch, Wolf Woman noticed, the apron rubbed against his erect penis. Soon he was bucking and writhing as he climaxed. The witch responded by taking a step forward, allowing him to bounce up against her body, and then thrusting her hips to and fro to stimulate him further while she put her hands down at her sides and subtly stroked the plastic of her raincoat. As she belly bounced the prisoner the witch kept him stimulated, kept him climaxing, until he was exhausted.

When the witch was done the pigs each took a turn with their new plastic prisoner. As the witch had done, each pig punched the young man and brought him to climax. But then the pig would pull the young man off the holding spot and carry him out of the room. A few minutes later the pig would return and put the prisoner back on the magic carpet. When all three pigs had taken a turn the witch took another turn at bopping the bozo to climax. This time when her victim began bucking and jerking the witch embraced him, pulled him off the holding spot, and took him out of the room. She did not return, at least insofar as Wolf Woman noticed: as soon as the witch left with her prize the pigs resumed playing with her.

That evening the pigs were gathered in the sitting room and Wolf Woman, dressed as a plastic maid, stood on the holding spot on the witch's magic carpet. The witch came in pushing the young man in front of her. She had taken away the yellow party apron and now the young man wore a transparent-black plastic raincoat and a full-length kitchen apron made of transparent-blue plastic. The apron was wide enough that it almost gave the impression of the young man wearing a blue plastic dress. The skirt hung almost to his ankles. A wide ruffle ran around the skirt and the sides of the bib and yoke. The apron's plastic sheen danced and shimmered as the young man walked into the sitting room.

"Now," the witch said, "you must inflate my special toys. Guess where you blow them up!"

The young man balked and tried to run out of the sitting room. It was an act of futility. The witch simply reached out and grabbed his arm. The helpless balloon thrashed and kicked as the witch easily picked him up and carried him to Cerdo. She pushed her struggling victim into a kneeling position as Cerdo opened his robe to reveal his penis coming up long and hard.

Confronted by his feminized prisoner, Cerdo reached out, put his hand on the young man's shower cap at the back of the man's head, and pulled the young man forward. He pulled the struggling man's head down and brought his mouth over his now fully erect penis. He then forced the man's head to bob up and down.

"Oh, yes," Cerdo moaned. "Inflate your master!"

Wolf Woman felt sick inside as she watched the humiliation ritual. The Corporatist's perfect wet dream, she thought; blow jobs for the rich and no jobs for the poor. After Cerdo climaxed into the prisoner he pulled out his limp penis and Wolf Woman felt a sense of relief that it came out dry, as if the young man's inner plastic had absorbed the emission. The phenomenon, she decided, was probably similar to the fact that no wetness leaked from her vagina after one or another of the pigs fucked her.

The young man was then forced to service Puerco and then Cochino. Finally he was made to kneel before his own punching bag and kiss the front of Capitalist Pig's shorts.

The hapless clown got some relief at night, when the witch was allowed to take him to bed with her. At least that's what Wolf Woman assumed. She really had no more than a guess at what the witch would do with her prisoner and whether the young man would find it at all appealing.

She discovered that the pigs were deep sleepers, so she could sneak out of bed in the middle of the night and explore her prison. She didn't encounter the pigs' other prisoner, so she assumed that he was unable to sneak away from the witch, which meant that the witch slept lightly. She decided to put that thought to a test, so one night she snuck into the witch's bedroom and found that the witch stayed sound asleep while she explored the room and found where the witch kept her wand. Perhaps, she thought, the young man stayed in the witch's bed so as not to risk an encounter with one of the pigs.

Over the course of a week her belly swelled up like a beach ball and that had made her captors even more eager to play with her. Indeed, so eager did they become to get her pregnant with another raincoat, they got careless, which suited Wolf Woman just fine. All she needed was just the right opportunity. And she got it.

It was very late at night when she felt something stirring in her vagina. She discerned that Cerdo was still asleep, so she knew that her new raincoat was being born. Quietly she slipped out of bed and went to the sitting room. She knew that she didn't have to worry about the pigs discovering her: she had noticed that they all slept as soundly as hibernating bears, that nothing she could do would awaken them.

She sat down in one of the plush chairs and waited. Soon she noticed that her left hand had gone to her breasts and was rubbing her nipples and aureoles while her right hand was in her crotch stroking her clitoris. Then she noticed a flap of transparent-gray plastic emerging from her vagina. It turned out to be the hood of a raincoat and as it came out it brought her to climax. As the new raincoat was born it raised her sexual tension and then brought her to a powerful climax again and again for nearly half an hour. After the raincoat had come entirely out of her and fallen free of her vagina she masturbated for another half hour before she regained control of herself. Never before had doing her duty been so difficult. It would have been so easy to surrender to her passion and let one of the pigs get her pregnant again.

It took all of her willpower to go to the witch's bedroom, pick up the wand, and change herself back to her proper form. She stood over the sleeping witch and pressed the butt of the wand against her valve nipple. She felt a sudden dizziness come over her and heard a muffled thump, and then she felt heavy and woozy. She felt her breasts sag as they regained their normal weight. Then she saw the witch come awake and quickly touched the butt of the wand to her cheek and took control of her. With the witch enslaved, she spent a few minutes recovering from her transformation. Then she used the power of the wand to keep the witch docile and obedient as she obtained the information that she needed.

After interrogating the witch Wolf Woman turned her into a sexually aroused plastic doll and let the air out of her. She catalyzed the transformation by making the witch put on her own shower cap. Made of a white rubber band and transparent-white plastic on which red and blue starburst patterns were printed, it was Pert and Pretty's™ "Miss America" style. Under Wolf Woman's command, the witch tucked her honey-blond hair into the bath beret and then came intensely aroused. Wolf Woman saw the witch's nipples and aureoles swell up and saw the tip of her clitoris jut from the top of her vulva. She pressed the tip of the wand against the left side of the witch's neck about an inch below and behind her ear and heard a thump as the witch plastified. Then she pushed the deflator, the flanged straw that the witch had revealed to her under interrogation, into her valve nipple and allowed her to deflate on her bed.

She then tried to turn the young man back to his original flesh-and-blood form, but failed. She guessed that he had been made pregnant from behind by way of the transparent-yellow plastic party apron. Well, there was only one way to test that hypothesis, other than turning the witch back to her normal form and asking her. Not willing to take the risk that the witch had some trick available to her to free herself from Wolf Woman's control, Wolf Woman, somewhat reluctantly, compelled the pigs to bring their prisoner's pregnancy to term.

She worried that she was doing the wrong thing, that she would have to keep the young man as her own plastic prisoner forever. But eventually, hours after the process started, the young man gave birth, so to speak, to a new transparent-yellow party apron. She then used the witch's wand to reverse his plastification and then took command of him.

With the young man restored to normal, more or less, she made Cerdo call corporate headquarters. Under Wolf Woman's command, he told the head of Human Resources that the young man had been on a special assignment and was to be rewarded appropriately. She then made him place other calls to cover the young man's absence from his usual haunts.

Then she turned the pigs into plastic dolls. Cerdo got to wear the Queen of France shower cap that had been used to turn Wolf Woman into plastic. The transparent-black plastic shower cap that had been used on the young man was used to catalyze Puerco's plastification. Cochinito got to wear the witch's spare Miss America shower cap. She brought each pig to the peak of sexual arousal, almost ready to climax, before she plastified him.

She allowed the young man to recover from his ordeal before she made him impregnate all four of her special prisoners. She reinflated the witch and had the man impregnate her first, using her own plastic raincoat as the catalyst for the pregnancy. Once the witch was securely pregnant, Wolf Woman deflated her again. Then, over the next few hours, she had the man impregnate the pigs, starting with Cerdo.

Instead of deflating Cerdo immediately, she put him onto the magic carpet and used him as a punching bag as she waited for the young man to have his fun with the other two pigs. But soon the man had completed his special assignment and the two younger pigs, pregnant with copies of their own raincoats, lay deflated on their beds. She was ready to wrap up her battle with the three pigs, so she took the deflator and confronted Cerdo.

"Don't worry," she said to the panicked plastic pig as she slid the deflator into his valve, "when I get you home I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you back up." Then she pushed the deflator into the valve and watched the pig collapse and deflate. She noticed that deflating her prisoners made her feel hot inside and vowed to explore the sensation when she got home.

In preparation to leave she filled a suitcase with the witch's magic book, wand, magic carpet and other tools. She filled a second suitcase with her deflated prisoners and all of the plastic raincoats and aprons that she found in the house. Finally she deflated the young man's Capitalist Pig punching bag so that he could take it home with him.

Using the witch's wand, she transformed the young man's mind. He would leave the house in the company car and as soon as he reached the highway all of his memories of the past week would change. He would have no memory of having been an inflatable toy. She then sent him on his way and then secured the house, picked up the suitcases containing her prizes, and left.

When she left the house she followed a trail that avoided the slumber lilies. A hazmat team would come by a few days later to deal with the soporific plants. She thought of their creator as the botanical equivalent of Victor Frankenstein. Ay caramba, she thought, when is someone finally going to put an end to Señor Siesta's shut-eye shenanigans? (OK, we're looking for a five-letter word that begins with the letter en and that essentially means Don't hold your breath - TdC). (On second thought, if you ever encounter a slumber lily, holding your breath is not such a bad idea after all - TdC.)

She made her way back through the forest to where she had left her car. The camouflage netting that she had put over it was undisturbed, so she knew that no one had tampered with the vehicle. Carefully she removed the net, folded it up, and stowed it in the trunk with the suitcases. Then she changed back into her Lupe Sanfausto identity, got into the car, and drove home.

The witch was the first of her prisoners to get blown up. Wolf Woman had been too busy capturing her other prisoners and rescuing their other victim to take any time to play with her new punching bag, but she figured that she could make up for it. But as she inflated the witch she discovered that the plump plastic woman had cast another spell on her, though without intending to do so.

Seeing the naked witch standing fully inflated on the magic carpet made something stir deep within Lupe's soul. The sight of the witch's pretty face framed by the warm plastic halo of her shower cap made a strange lust emerge from somewhere deep inside Lupe and fill her with quivery warmth. She trembled inside, felt her heart beat faster and felt her nipples and clitoris begin to swell.

"Dios mio!" she whispered. "Am I still your prisoner?"

She backed away from her new punching bag and took off her pajamas. She went into her bathroom and came back out carrying her own plastic shower cap, Pert and Pretty's™ "Fiesta" style. She intended to wear it to keep her hair from falling into the witch's face. But as she stood in front of the witch and put the shower cap on she also understood that she was carrying out an act of submission. She bowed her head, unwilling to meet the witch's gaze, as she stood before the witch and allowed the woman to examine her. She felt a blush of humiliation sweep through her body when she saw how fully her nipples and aureoles had swollen up. Slowly, hesitantly, trembling inside, she moved closer to the witch and took her in an embrace. The feel of the witch's warm plastic rubbing soft and smooth on her bare skin nearly brought Lupe to climax. She kissed the witch's cheek, her neck, and her shoulder. When her nipples, aureoles, and clitoris had swollen and stiffened completely Lupe knew she was in love. Then she pulled back a bit, looked deep into the witch's eyes, and kissed her lips firmly and passionately.

Panting as if she had been running, she pulled herself away from the witch and said, "What have you done to me? I am still your slave and," she continued, half sobbing, "I... I am so much in love with you."

Then she spread a towel out on her bed. She embraced the witch from behind and pulled her off the magic carpet. The witch kicked and thrashed in a desperate effort to escape. Lupe laid her struggling prize down on the towel and crawled onto the bed to get on top of her. The witch bucked and heaved, to no avail. Then Lupe slid her arms around the witch, rubbed her breasts against the witch's, and pressed her extended and stiffened clitoris against the witch's right thigh. The witch squirmed and writhed in Lupe's embrace.

"You are getting me so hot!" she said as she began to rock and roll on her prisoner.

The witch stopped moving. Lupe kissed her, caressed her, and pushed her right thigh into the witch's crotch to rub her clitoris while she rubbed her own clitoris on the witch's thigh. She took her time, letting the sexual tension within her build slowly to its maximum. The witch resumed her squirming, either out of lust or from a desire to bring Lupe to climax and get her ordeal over with. It worked: Lupe jerked and bounced on her inflated toy while uttering a series of desperate sounding grunting squeals. Then it was over and Lupe lay still and quiet, basking in the afterglow of her passion. She knew that having sex with the witch would always be something special for her, so she decided that she would play with the witch only during the day, usually on weekends. For everyday sex she had other options.

Every night from then on she would blow up one of her plastic putos, take him to bed with her, and play with him before going to sleep. There was no risk of an escape since they were pregnant and would remain that way forever. And because Lupe slept as lightly as a wolf, there was no opportunity for them to get into any other mischief. On the few occasions when one or another of the pigs would try to slip out of her bed, he would feel a strong hand grab him and pull him back into bed, then hug him up against a fever-hot, rubbery-soft woman's body. Eventually they stopped trying to defy her and became perfectly subservient slaves. After all, each pig's psyche had been shaped entirely around the dialectic of domination and submission: when they accepted the fact that they could not dominate Wolf Woman they had only one path open to them. It was the perfect ending to the three pigs' vile careers.

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WOLF WOMAN FACT SHEEt

Stats:

Nom de Guerre: Wolf Woman (Lobita in Spanish)

Real Name: Lupe Maria Sanfausto de Loba

Occupation: Industrial chemist.

Age: 29 yrs.

Height: 5 ft, 8 inches (173 cm)

Weight: 140 lbs (64 kg)

Race: mestizo mix of Caucasian (originally from Spain) and Raramuni (the Running People, a Native American tribe vulgarly known as Tarahumara).

Eyes: brown

Hair: black

Measurements: 38D-24-38 (97D-61-97 in centimeters)

History:

She was born and had grown up in La Barranca del Cobre (the Copper Canyons region) in the southwest part of the State of Chihuahua in Los Estados Unidos de Mexico. Before a railroad had been built through the area, it had been terribly isolated, which had suited the inhabitants just fine, muchas gracias. The native people, accustomed to traversing an area steeper and deeper that the Grand Canyon of Arizona on foot, were the most powerful and enduring runners in the world and they had entertained no desire to receive the "benefits" of Spanish colonization. Living among them, since they arrived in the Sixteenth Century after fleeing the Spanish Inquisition, people of Spanish ancestry had brought their own special abilities. The source of those abilities was the precursor of the Aphrodite mutation, which had been realized in Lupe's generation.

One day, after she had reached puberty, she had gone for a run up the canyon. Coming to a small waterfall and pausing to refresh herself, she found herself essentially nose-to-snout with a giant wolf. Instead of attacking her, the wolf had stood up on its hind legs and morphed into a semi-human shape, one that looked like a parody of the Ancient Egyptian god Anubis. Then it had spoken to her in Raramuni, switching to Spanish as necessary. It told her that she was one of many seeds of the next stage in human evolution. It told her of her special abilities and of her destiny. "You will be sorely tested," the wolf had said, "but in time you shall prevail." To develop her abilities into skills she had become a luchera, a practitioner of Mexican wrestling, and had taken the nom de guerre of Lobita (wolfling). She spoke to the wolf many times over the years, but then the time came for her to leave Copper Canyon.

La SuperLuchera Lobita had essentially fought her way through La Universidad de Mexico. Coming from a state of poverty, she had to work her way through the university, so she worked at what she did best, Mexican style wrestling. She earned just enough money to pay for tuition, books, and room and board and thus she was able to get her degree in industrial chemistry.

She had originally hoped to work in Mexico, but she quickly found obstacles to that path. The chemical industry was hobbled by certain "glitches" due to evil influences coming from north of the border (and you know which border we mean). In particular the evil seemed to emanate especially strongly from a place called Delta City, so Lupe moved there and got a job in a local chemical plant. During the day she worked as a chemist, but at night and other times when she was free she prowled the seamier side of Delta City as Wolf Woman.

To free herself from restraint, but maintain "proper" modesty, she wore her dark brown Lobita costume, which contrasted nicely with her light brown skin. It consisted of a specially designed bra that gave her tetas grandes extra support when she engaged in any vigorous activity. A pair of hot pants completed the ensemble. A gold paw print stood emblazoned on the front panel of the shorts and another on the right cup of her bra. She didn't wear the full luchero mask, but one that spanned her eyes just enough to disguise her bold and beautiful mestizo looks. To complete the ensemble she wore a pair of specially designed huaraches, updated versions of the sandals that her Indian forebears had invented to protect the soles of their bare feet when they ran across rugged terrain.

Powers:

Lupe has the usual Aphrodite powers of super-resilience, an ability to heal injuries to her body at an advanced rate, and an inner glow that so enhances her physical beauty that it mesmerizes simple-minded criminal dimwits long enough for her to beat the caca out of them. If she has any special powers due to that mutation, she has yet to discover them. However, because of her Raramuni ancestry and the alchemical manipulations of her Spanish ancestors, she possesses abilities that would be more appropriate in a she-wolf: a sense of smell far beyond what ordinary humans possess (which helped make her an excellent chemist), sharper than normal vision that even lets her see in the dark, hearing so sensitive that she can eavesdrop on whispered conversations across a large room, and superfast reflexes. Also, due to her Raramuni ancestry, she can run long distances, even up and down hill, at a flat out fifteen miles per hour and do so in almost complete silence, even in thick forest.

One other factor should be mentioned. It isn't so much a power as it is a quality that guides the use of her powers. You see, she's Mexican. She comes from a land with a hot climate and even hotter food, so her soul manifests the legendary hot temper of the stereotypical Mexican woman. One pathetic clown discovered what that means when she overheard him using the term "wetback" and he suddenly found himself dangling near the top of a telephone pole by his belt. This explosive trait also comes packaged with a complete lack of fear. Think about this: have you ever met a timid Mexican? No, I thought not. This hypergolic pair of traits has the unfortunate effect of often making Wolf Woman somewhat careless. All too often she ends up running into a situation before she has explored it fully, getting herself cloth'ed, and... well, you know the drill.

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Genus Hypnophilia

Yes, when he's not out cloth'ing superheroines or otherwise making merry mischief, our own dear Captain Chloroform cultivates his secret garden. Yes, he's a virtual Luther Burbank of perverse flora. Moderately well versed in plant genetics, he has created his own unique genus of plants, Genus Hypnophilia, and modified still others. Just as Victor Frankenstein cobbled body parts into a simulacrum of a human being, so the jolly Captain Snoozeroo has assembled the genes of various plants and of some animals to create plants that could never have evolved naturally.

His first endeavor gave us the Cum-quat (Eriobotrya superaphrodisia), a genetic reworking of the loquat (and not of the similarly named citrus-like kumquat). Consisting of a pear-like skin enclosing a nectarine-like flesh around a seed that takes up half the fruit's diameter, the typical loquat is about the size of a man's thumb. The fruit of the Cum-quat looks the same, but for a spray of tiny red freckles on the orange fruit. The real difference lies in the composition of the flesh, which contains aphrodisiacs so powerful that ingesting one or two of the fruits will drive a human woman into such a frenzy of sexual desire that she becomes blind to all other considerations, though the fruit seems to have no affect on human men. Imagine the fun that ensued when the merry prankster slipped extract of Cum-quat into the punch bowl at an upper-crust wedding (Boy, there's a day they'll never forget - TdC).

So far he has created only two species from scratch:

The penis plant or rapedragon (Hypnophilia depravatis);

Using the genes from mosquitos, from the heat sensors in rattlesnakes, from mimosa (the sensitive plant) and Venus flytrap, from milkweed, from kudzu, and from snapdragon, he created a plant that can sense human body heat and then react to pheromones wafting off the victim. The plant ignores males, but will attack females, tranquilizing them with a dose of superaphrodisiac as it lays its seed in the victim's womb. To serve the plant's energy needs the leaves are a deep dark green, almost black.

The slumber lily or nightie-nightshade (Hypnophilia chloroformata);

It tracks the body heat of its victim, just as the penis plant does, and then uses the carbon dioxide in the victim's breath to zero in on the victim's face. It uses a mutated version of the cotton boll as an applicator that it presses against the victim's face as it unloads its chloroform glands into the fluff that the boll deploys as it opens. It takes the plant several days to reload its chloroform glands, so its victim is not trapped permanently, unless said victim had the misfortune to land in a garden full of the damned things.

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