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Gail groaned in frustration as she tried to read through the latest assignment for her philosophy class. She had no idea why she was having so much trouble with her classes lately. She was very intelligent, she didn’t have a boyfriend, and she didn’t go
out partying every night like the rest of the girls in her classes. Despite this, she was still struggling to keep ahead of anyone else. If Gail didn’t know any better, she’d think she was missing several hours every day.
“Hey there sport,” came the voice of her annoying Uncle Sven as she finally finished the day’s assignments. She knew he always called her ‘sport’ just to annoy her. “Working hard, or hardly working?”
“Working hard,” she grumbled as she closed her book. “One of us has to,” she sniped back.
“Good girl,” he grinned. God, did anything ever bother him, Gwen wondered. Her father was right, ignoring her uncle was the best way of tolerating him.
“Still, not healthy to stay cooped up all day. All work and no play makes Gail a dull girl, after all.”
Gail’s eyes widened and her pen dropped from her hand as she heard her uncle speak her trigger phrase. One moment later, Gail’s personality completely changed. She was now Somnambulass, Hypnoman’s enthusiastic partner in crime-‘fighting’.
“Ready for a night on the town, Somnambulass?” Hypnoman asked. He was already dressed in his crime-fighting outfit; Gail had been hypnotized never to notice his superhero clothing or gear.
“Let me get in uniform!” she said, hopping up from her desk. Without any preamble, she began stripping off her clothes. While Sven would never take advantage of her niece, even in her nymphomaniac state, he still appreciated the sight of the formerly prudish,
respectable girl’s beautiful, athletic body.
Donning her uniform and mask, the two crime-fighters jumped into the Hypnobile and sped into the city. The radio immediately alerted the pair that crime had gotten a head start this evening.
…dy eco-terrorists giving hard working environmentalists a bad name. Police say the group calling itself the ‘Sisters of Gaia’ are holding the staff of Jorge’s Restaurant hostage. No ransom demands have been made yet, but police belie…
“Eco-terrorists, that’s a new one,” commented Hypnoman as he swerved through an intersection.
“I hope they’re the kind of earth nuts that bathe regularly,” replied Somnambulass.
* * * * * *
“You the manager here?!” demanded a girl with purple hair cut in a pixie cut as she stuck the barrel of the automatic rifle in the overweight man’s gut. Like all of the hostage takers, she wore a camouflage bandanna on her head, a black tank top, and camouflage
pants. The fat man nodded his head wordlessly, trying not to look at the pair of DD breasts straining the top to its limit. Another thing the half-dozen eco-terrorists all had in common.
“The Sisters of Gaia are here to make you pay for your crimes!” she shouted, hauling him up to his feet by his collar.
“Wh-What crimes?!” the man helplessly blubbered. “I… I even obey the speed limits…”
“Shut it!” she yelled, knocking the man back to the ground with the butt of her gun. “Trash cans filled with recyclables! Paper napkins! Plastic carryout bags! And look at this! Tell me what this says!” she demanded, thrusting the restaurant’s menu in his face.
“Gr-Grilled B-B-Blue Fin T-T-Tuna?” he asked.
“That’s an unsustainable fish, you son of a bitch!” Her face went cold as she unlatched the safety on her gun.
“Sister Sophia, aren’t you going a little overboard?” asked a red-headed criminal, who was clearly worried about the turn this was taking.
“Shut it, Sister Gretel! Don’t cave on me now!” she spat back.
“Maybe you should listen to your sexy friend there,” came an unfamiliar voice from above. In unison the villains and hostages all gasped. “Hypnoman!”
(Also originally posted to the BE Addventure, by Sirocco)
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