Some masses call New House of York, `` Gotham metropolis. '' Others call it, `` city. ``
near call it, `` The Big Apple. ``

New York is also the home for all sorts of crazies. They range from
self-appointed mercenary groups to would-be superheroes. A day does n't go
by that the news does n't report the daring title of the Guardian Angel Falls,
netherworld Angel, Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Dare Devil, wonderment adult female,
maitre d' U.S., the Flash, the light-green Hornet, the Green Lantern, the
Incredible heavyweight, the Six zillion Dollar Man, the X-men, The Tomorrow
People, the Mighty Morphin'Power forest fire fighter, the Teenage mutation Ninja
Turtles, and way too many others to mention.

Larry stopped at a newsstand just after he got out of work Thursday
nighttime. He did n't buy it to read, but just to cover his point until he could
reach the subway place in the driving rain. Had he interpret it, he would
have learned that, due to a powerfulness failure at the cryogenics lab where she
was imprisoned inside a block of dry ice, the infamous Inque escaped a few
days ago. Being a shape gear lever as a termination of a mutagenic experiment,
Inque can change her body to liquid and elude almost any form of capture.
She was last reported being washed down a drain at the Metropolitan Museum
of cancel History yesterday. A skylight in the museum was smashed during
the rainstorm as a result of a super-fight when Batman attempted to
recapture the super villain. She was presumed dead. Larry did n't buy into
such stories, though. Tales of superheroes and super villains were urban
legends as far as he was concerned -- fresh fish for adventure movie with wild
special effects and Saturday dawn animated cartoons.

Fortunately, it was a short walk from the restaurant where he worked as
a short-order James Cook to the Columbus R-2 tube station. Larry tossed the
drenched theme in the trash as soon as he reached the platform. The rain
had been lasting for mean solar day, and there were huge puddle all over the
platform. A virtual river flowed north between the rails of the subway
track. He boarded the future northbound `` D '' train, which he rode up to
Tremont Avenue. From there, it was another curt walking in the pouring rain
to where he rented a small room in a boarding sign of the zodiac above an grownup TV
store. He did n't bother buying another newspaper this time.

He entered the edifice and walked up the three flights of stairs to his
room. Leaning against the wall adjacent to the door to his room was a
womanhood sitting in a puddle of Joseph Black liquid. She looked kind of cute, and
she was dressed from head to toe in a shiny blackamoor vinyl bodysuit.

A New Yorker at sum, Larry stepped over her and put his key in his
lock.

'' You 're just going to push aside me, too, huh ? ``

Larry looked down at her. `` This is New York. What did you await me to
do ? If I had said something to you first, or asked if you needed help,
you 'd have told me to 'fuck off ,'right ? ``

'' I 've told plenty of guys to 'fuck off ,'but I really need help.
Please ! ``

Larry shrugged and held out his paw to her. She reached up to drive his
hand.

'' Oww ! '' she yelled as he pulled her to her feet.

'' Sorry. Uh, what happened to you ? ``

'' You ... You do n't know who I am ? ``

'' No, '' he answered then gasped when he saw that his bridge player was covered with
a slick black gooey substance.

'' What 's this stuff ? ``

'' It 's me. I 've been poisoned in a manner of speaking. ``

'' okay, do in and I 'll call 911. ``

'' No ! '' she screamed.

'' No ? ``

'' I mean do n't promise 911. Please. I 'll explain. ``

He opened the doorway and let her in.

'' Do you experience any alcohol ? '' she asked.

'' Well, I have some beer. I ca n't afford the hard stuff. You want a
drink in ? ``

'' No. Not that kind. I mean rubbing alcohol. ``

'' Just a sec. '' He walked into the bathroom and returned with a charge card
bottle of rubbing alcohol.

She grabbed it from his hand, opened it, lifted it to her mouth, and
swallowed it in one gulp.

'' Hey ! You ca n't drink that ! It 'll poison you ! ``

'' water supply is poison to me, you idiot ! I 'm dying of weewee poisoning. I
need more of this, '' she said, holding up the empty bottle of rubbing
alcohol.

It was then that he noticed that she was, in effect, naked. Her black
oily exterior was her bare skin. `` What the hell ? Who are you ? ``

'' I 'm Inque. ``

'' You 're ink ? ``

'' No ! My name is Inque. ``

'' Oh. I 'm Larry. ``

'' fountainhead, Larry, if you help me, you wo n't consume to live in this shit-hole
room any farsighted. ``

'' How can I help you. ``

'' First, I 'm too hydrated. I really ask more alcohol right now. Then
I need some other stuff too. ``

'' What kind of stuff ? ``

'' render me a pen and newspaper publisher and I 'll make a list, okay ? ``

Larry rooted around and handed her a pen and pad of paper. She wrote a
tilt on the pad and handed it back to him.

He looked down her leaning. He expected her to require him to get her pinhead
and gunman and stuff, but most of the stuff was pretty straightforward, if
odd. The listing included surgical instrument, kitchenware, and assorted
chemical substance. The surgical instrumental role could be bought from a surgical supply
theatre. Most of the chemical substance could be bought from a printer 's provision shop.
The respite could be had from a chemistry supply shop.

'' Well, I can go down to the drug store down the pulley. But I ca n't get
the rest of this stuff until tomorrow. ``

'' Sure, just go ! Now ! Get me the alcohol ! ``

Larry went back downstairs. He wondered if she would even be there when
he got back. He did n't get any money or anything valuable, so he was n't
too worried about his way, but she seemed sort of freaky. He walked down
the blockage to the drugstore, got several shopping handbag of rubbing alcohol,
then stopped at McDonalds and picked up some burgers, fries, and Coke on
the way home.

He almost fainted when he walked back into his way. She had the knob
on the radiator set to maximum, and his electrical heater going full phase of the moon blast.
It was closelipped to 90 ( F in the room.

'' Inque, Are you okay ? '' he asked.

'' Did you get the alcohol ? ``

'' Yeah, here. I also picked up some Mickey D 's for us. ``

She tore into one bag containing the inebriant and gulped a nursing bottle down,
then another, and then another. It was n't long before she had sot every
bottle.

'' Why do you have it so hot in here, Inque ? ``

'' I 'm trying to exsiccate myself. I 'm feeling a lot better already. But
I 'm still suffering from pee toxic condition and I still need that clobber
tomorrow. ``

'' You skilful eat something too, Inque. ``

'' Yeah, thanks. ``

She unwrapped her Warren Burger and started nibbling on it.

'' Can we turn the heat down ? I 'll never be able to sleep in this hotness. ``

'' Yeah, sure, '' she said.

Larry then sat in his old threadbare sofa and clicked the TV on. He
flipped canal until he came to Batman Forever that had just started
playing on TNN. cablegram TV was one of the few luxuries that he could
afford.

'' Oh, please ! '' Inque exclaimed.

'' What ? You do n't like Batman ? ``

'' Oh rightfulness, you still do n't make love who I am, do you ? ``

'' You 're, like, some kind of dominatrix dressed like that, are n't you ?
But what 's that got to do with Batman ? ``

'' Forget it ! Just plow that damn movie off. ``

Larry shrugged, turned off the TV, and put a Cass Carnaby Five CD in
his windfall box.

He settled back into his charr and gobbled down his Burger and child, and
nearly drank his blow in one gulp from the heat.

'' Here, '' she said, handing him her blow. `` This is mostly body of water. I ca n't
imbibe this. ``

After finishing feeding, he went into the bathroom and showered and
changed into an old dyad of pj's he had. He usually sleeps nude, but
with a lady Edgar Guest, well, he could n't do that. He turned the estrus down,
then opened his sofa into a double bed.

'' Uhm, where do you want to sleep, Inque ? You can sleep in the chair
over there, or you can part the bed. It 's up to you. ``

Inque walked over to the chair and curled up.

Larry gave her a blanket off his bed and then got in and went to sleep.

The side by side morning, Inque was still sleeping in the chairman when Larry woke
and got dressed. He phoned the restaurant to call in sick, then he left
with her list in hand and returned late afternoon after running around
Manhattan to surgical provision stores, print shops, and chemic supply
stores.

She was spread out on the floor in a puddle of black ink when he walked
in.

'' Inque ! Inque ! Wake up ! ``

She moaned and sat up.

'' Thank God you 're still alive ! Here, I got your stuff and nonsense, '' he said as he
handed it to her.

She stood and wobbled a bit. Her skin was n't as dark as it was earlier.
She was a dark grayness, and she was leaving oily stains on the floor with
every step she took. She took the traveling bag with trembling hands and dumped the
message on the bed.

She set out some of the bowls he bought and started mixing chemicals.
He just stood there watching her mix inks, alcohol, and other printing
chemical substance together. After a couple of hour, his room started to smell
like a cross between a brewery and a photographic print shop. By that eve, she had
produced several jounce containing different concoctions.

'' I need you to help me now, Larry. ``

'' Yeah, sure. ``

She lifted one jar to her mouth and toast it in one gulp, and then she
drank a different jar. Then she laid down on her back the bed.

She looked up at him and said, `` Now you have to do something very
authoritative. I ca n't do it myself. ``

'' What do you require me to do ? ``

'' You need to slit me down the heart, '' motioning with her finger from
where her clavicle would be down to her navel, `` with this scalpel and
pour these two jars in me. This one first, wait about five minutes, then
pour this other one in. Then sew me back up with those phonograph needle and suture.
Then wrap me up with these bandages. ``

'' What ? I ca n't execute surgery on you ! ``

'' You have to ! If you do n't, I 'll die ! ``

'' Then you should go to the infirmary, Inque. ``

'' I ca n't go to a fucking infirmary ! You have to do this for me !
Please ! '' She held the scalpel out to him.

'' You really entrust me to do surgery on you ? ``

'' I do n't accept a choice. ``

He was sweating, but he took the scalpel from her. He put the scalpel
to her pectus and pressed it into her inky-black human body. Then he pulled it down
her consistency and stopped at her belly button. Next, he pulled her tegument back as she
oozed total darkness blood. Then he poured one jar slowly into the unfastened wound,
waited, and then poured the other. future, he sewed her up like he was
threading a new shoe. Lastly, he took a roll of bandage in one helping hand and
put his arm around her back and listed her up to a sitting position and
wrapped her in bandage from the cervix to her shank. Then he lowered her
back down on the bed.

It was pretty recent by then, so he pulled the blanket over her, took a
shower, and then joined her in bed.

Larry was in the substance abuse of sleeping recently on Saturdays, and this one was
no exclusion. The restaurant opened late on Sabbatum, so he did n't give birth to
be at work until the afternoon. He woke around midday and Inque was sitting
in the chairwoman watching him. Looking back at her, her patch were off and
her cutis was glowing a healthy lustrous smutty again.

He sat up and said, `` practiced morning, Inque. Are you feeling better ? ``

'' Yeah, I 'm completely dehydrated and feeling great. Thanks for your
avail, Larry ! ``

'' Yeah, indisputable, you 're welcome. Anyway, I got to get prepare for employment now.
Where are you going to go ? ``

'' You throwing me out ? ``

'' No. I just figured you had somewhere to go. Home. A job to get back
to. You know. ``

'' You can get out of this dump, you know. I meant what I said. ``

'' What did you say ? ``

'' I do n't require to be vulnerable any more. I thought I was invincible,
but that damn caped crusader almost killed me -- twice. I want to get out
of Gotham. And I need your help. I 'll arrive at it worth your spell. You
do n't require to be a Cook all your life, do you ? ``

'' Well, no. ``

'' Get out of those pajamas, then. ``

'' What ? ``

'' select them off. ``

'' okay, let me go into the privy to get dressed. ``

'' No, idiot. Get naked. ``

Larry gulped, then removed his apparel. It was calendar month since he last got
laid, and never by such a hot babe as this.

Inque walked up to him then melted -- literally melted in front line of him.

'' Inque ! What 's happening to you ? ``

Inque stopped melting and a mouth formed in the puddle that had formed
on the floor. `` I 'm better than ever. Just stand there for a minute. ``

The puddle then flowed around his infantry and started flowing up his legs.
Larry gasped as Inque flowed up his soundbox to his neck opening and down his arms and
stopped at his wrist joint. The wizard was incredible, a perfect fit flowing
around every column inch of flesh ! It was as if he were wearing a leather
bodysuit. Only his hands and caput was exposed. She felt sullen on him too,
like he was wearing a suit of clothes of exercising weight. He walked over to his mirror and
looked at himself -- or should he say themselves. He looked like a fat
penguin.

'' Inque, can you get word me ? ``

A mouth formed just below his neck. `` Yes, I can hear you. ``

'' This is so cool ! But do we feature to bet so fat ? Ca n't you just form
yourself a thinly motion-picture show over me ? ``

'' I ca n't change my body mass, volume, or weight. My 90 pounds of
femininity has to go somewhere, but I can change the proportions. ``

A moment later, she sprouted breasts and a big butt. She also flowed
onto his hands and finger and flowed up over his head leaving only his
face exposed. They became slightly thinner as a result.

'' Any better ? '' she asked.

'' A little, but can we nix the breast ? ``

'' What ? You do n't care a bureau on a fair sex ? ``

'' Yeah, but I'm not a woman. ``

'' But I am ! ``

'' But ... But ... ''

'' Oh, okay, '' she relented, and the bosom shrunk.

'' Now what ? '' he asked.

'' We get out of here is what ! ``

'' What about my job ? How long will we be gone ? ``

'' Fuck your job ! We 're not coming back ! ``

'' But ... I ca n't just leave ! ``

'' Yes, you can. We got to get out of Gotham, and now ! ``

'' okey, just let me carry some wearing apparel. ``

'' I 'm the entirely clothes you need. C'mon ! ``

Larry grabbed his notecase, keys, and his handful of music CDs. `` But what
about this poppycock ? ``

Inque formed a pocket and said, `` Put your stuff in there. ``

He dropped his wallet, headstone and CDs in Inque 's pocket, and she closed it
again.

'' Now what ? '' he asked again.

'' Now we go, '' she answered.

'' Go where ? ``

'' Just let me drive. ``

'' Huh ? I do n't have a car, Inque. ``

'' Duh ! That 's not what I meant. ``

'' What did you imply ? ``

'' Just go hitch and I 'll show you ? ``

'' Huh ? Go limp ? ``

'' Yeah, relax and go limp. ``

Larry was n't sure about that, but he let himself go limp. He did n't
strike down, however. Instead, he felt his legs walk and his arms
swinging. Instinctively, he tried to deal a step to observe from falling,
fell resistance, and fell on his face.

'' I told you to go hobble ! '' Inque yelled at him.

'' Sorry ! That was the weirdest flavour. ``

'' Go limp again, and do n't try to run yourself. ``

Larry relaxed and went limp again. He felt himself stand up and walk
toward the doorway. This time, he remained limp as Inque walked for him.
They walked out the door, down the stairs and outside to a affectionate sunny day
-- the rain of the past hebdomad finally exhausted. They walked down the block
to Tremont boulevard and into the subway system place. People glanced at them
funny, but otherwise left them alone.

They rode a `` D '' train down to Columbus roach, changed to an `` F '' string,
and continued down to Penn Station at 34th street. Inque was understood the
whole way. He had the feeling that she was frightened about something, but
did n't dare talking to her for fear that masses would think he was a loon for
talking to himself.

In University of Pennsylvania Station, Inque formed a mouth on the interior of her hide against
his ear and whispered in his ear. `` Buy a ticket to as far from here as you
can afford. ``

'' How about Chicago ? There 's no superheroes in Chicago, are there ? ``

Inque did n't reply right away, then whispered in his ear, `` But what
about that guy who gets his paper a day ahead ? ``

'' Oh yeah, I forgot about him. So how about the bass south ? New
Orleans ? The Mardi Gras ? ``

Inque thought again, `` No safe. Cat people. ``

'' How about we go all the way to Los Angeles ? ``

'' Buffy the vampire killer, '' she protested.

'' But she only goes after vampires, '' he countered.

'' Still, there must be a ton of superheroes in L. A. ! ``

Larry thought for a patch this prison term and said, `` Hmmm, how about
anchorage ? I never heard of any superheroes from Last Frontier ! And what have you
got against superheroes anyway ? ``

Inque just answered, `` Yeah, anchorage sounds good. ``

They got in note for the just the ticket heel counter, and waited their twist. He
handed the shop clerk his credit card, and asked for a ticket to anchorage.
However, the salesclerk told him that Amtrak does n't go through Canada to
Alaska. Inque whispered in his ear to go to L.A. and they 'll fly the residuum
of the way, so he bought a just the ticket to L.A.

It was to be a farsighted drive, changing trains in Michigan and Los Angeles ;
they 'd be riding trains for a solid week.

Ticket in hand, they entered the buck private, glass-enclosed, waiting room
for Amtrak passengers. Their train did n't leave until that evening, so
they had plenty of time to wait.

'' Inque, '' Larry whispered, `` I 'm getting hungry. Can we get something to
eat ? ``

'' Whatever. ``

'' Okay, let me drive ? ``

'' Sure. ``

He stood. It felt commodity to be in control of his body again. He walked
out of the waiting room over to the food for thought homage and ordered a beigel and a
nose candy. People still gave him funny looking. He knew that he still looked
like a fat penguin. He took a ass at a table, ate his bagel, and drank
his Coke.

'' Uhm, Inque ? ``

'' Yeah ? I did n't go anywhere. ``

'' I need to, uh, take a leak. ``

'' All right, go to the toilet then. ``

Larry tossed his trash in a trumpery bin and walked across the concourse
to the men 's room. The reek was choking as he made his way to a stall at
the end of the row. He stood in front of the can and Inque opened a
seam at his genital organ to let him pee through. He finished, Inque closed the
wrinkle, and he walked over to the sinks to wash his mitt, being thrifty not
to splash any H2O on Inque 's body that he was wrapped in. Then he
returned to the waiting expanse and took a seat again.

Later that evening, their string finally came up on the big board.
Ticked firmly in hand, they rode the moving staircase down to the crushed concourse,
walked down the corridor until they came to their platform, then rag
another escalator down to their train.

The conductor gave Larry a funny look as they boarded the train, but
did n't say affair to them.

Larry found their set apart butt and sat at the windowpane. The caravan
boarded quickly and soon started to prompt slowly down the weapons platform. They
briefly passed through dusk as they passed through the Manhattan yard. The
train crawled slowly through the tunnel under the Hudson River and emerged
five minutes later on the Jersey side. Once out of the tunnel, the train
built hurry quickly. As the power train sped southward, the perspective of the New York
skyline was salient in the moonlight ! The moonlight silhouetted the
300-story twin towers of the re-built humankind Trade Center. Bridges
connected the two edifice'sky lobbies at the 100th and 200th storey. He
thought he could almost make water out the squadron of Air Force fighter super acid
flying around the construction in constant vigilance.

The train crossed several steel Harry Bridges and stopped briefly at Newark
Penn post to load up to a greater extent long-haul passengers. Then the train continued
on its way as Larry finally dozed off to sleep. Being encased in Inque 's
body was strangely comforting.

Larry woke during the night. The gearing was lull except for the whine
of the steel cycle rolling on steel rails.

He tried to displace, but Inque was soundly asleep and as stiff as if he
were wearing a solid blade bodysuit.

'' Inque, '' he whispered.

'' Inque ! '' he said more forcefully, evoking a razzing from the passenger in
the seat behind him.

'' What ? '' she whispered in his ear.

'' Sorry, but I have to pee again. ``

Larry felt a pressure around his putz squeezing its dig, but its head
feeling it open into an air pocket.

'' What are you doing, Inque ? '' he asked with a giggle.

'' I formed a bladder for you to pee, '' she answered.

'' But ! Wo n't the pee scathe you ? ``

'' A little bit of weewee wo n't wound me, like a fiddling bit of ammonia wo n't
hurt you, but you 'd die if you were immersed in it. ``

'' I see, '' he answered.

'' And pee is more ammonia than water supply, so your pee wo n't hurt me. I 'll
just piss it out the following time we 're at a toilet. ``

Larry thought it sure sounded kinky, but he peed into Inque 's bladder.
Then relieved, he fell back to sleep.

The following first light, he woke and felt her bladder still there, she
had n't moved to pee so it would have had to still be there. Her physical structure still
had a soused grip on the irradiation of his rooster, so he peed again.

Later that sunrise, the train pulled into the Chicago station. Larry
started to stand as the residue of the passengers stood to grab their luggage
from the command processing overhead stand, but Inque said, `` I 'm in control, Larry. ``

Larry sighed and went limp as Inque stood and followed the crowd out of
the train and into the station. They walked into the waiting room for the
adjacent leg of their journey. Larry had been hard ever since Inque stood to
walk off the train, and the motion finally overcame him as he came into
that bladder she made for him to pee in. He hoped that the people nearby
did n't find him twitching and grimacing as he came.

'' Larry ! '' Inque shouted into his ear. `` What the nooky are you doing ? ``

Larry caught his hint and answered, `` I could n't help it Inque. I
ca n't get you meaning or anything, can I ? ``

Inque flowed completely over his face, smothering him, `` From now on, you
do n't cum unless and until I tell you to ! Is that realize ? ``

Larry was struggling to pass off against her squiffy rubbery flesh against
his nose and sassing, but he nodded yes as best as he could. Inque flowed
from around his brass again as Larry caught his breath. Larry was n't certainly
that he could keep it, what with her stiff grasp on his peter combined
with the motion whenever she walked, but he planned to do whatever he could
to annul coming into Inque 's bladder again.

They went to a snack bar to eat again, then caught the succeeding gear to Los
Angeles that afternoon.

The overnight power train ride from stops to L.A. was as uneventful as from
New York to Newmarket. They arrived at Los Angeles Union Station in the
evening and checked into a hotel near the place using Larry 's credit
card.

That dark, they each slept in the separate beds of the room. However,
Larry did n't sleep well despite a well-needed long hot shower before bed.
Here he was all the way across the country, completely raw and without a
cliff of clothes in his ownership, and his credit card nearly maxed out by
now.

Larry finally drifted off to sleep. Fortunately Inque slept late, so
Larry woke at around noon and made himself a cup of coffee.

Inque woke just as he was finishing his umber and asked, `` Ready to get
going again, Larry ? ``

'' Yeah, sure, '' he answered.

She melted and flowed up around him once more. He went hitch and let her
do the walk again. They walked out onto the street and studied a map at
a bus stop. Inque boarded a bus that came along a little later.

'' Uhm, Inque ? '' Larry whispered seemingly to himself amid the crowd together bus.
'' I do n't think this bus goes to the airdrome. ``

'' We ca n't go to the airport yet, moron, '' she whispered back into his
ear.

Larry wished that she would hold on calling him an idiot, but he did n't
have much choice.

She got off some prison term later at a mall. Larry wondered what she was
going to buy, but did n't ask. As she entered the promenade, Larry panicked as
she covered his face once again. Fortunately, she provided two holes in
her horn in passing to his nose so that he could breathe.

He finally asked, `` What are you doing, Inque. ``

'' Chill, clotheshorse, '' is all she said.

He felt his limp arms swing and his limp legs walk for a time while he
remained in total swarthiness. Finally, she melted off him leaving him
standing naked -- in a public restroom stall.

'' What the nether region ? '' he nearly spoke aloud and she formed from the puddle in
front of him.

'' We 're in the ladies'elbow room at Macy 's, '' she leaned over to him and
whispered in his ear. `` If you know what 's just for you, you 'll take a tail end
there on the crapper and be tranquilize while you wait for me. You can pretend
what 'll happen if you try to get someone 's attention, do n't you ? ``

'' Yeah, '' he muttered.

'' I 'll be back soon, close the stand door after me, and do n't talk to
anyone. ``

She left the stall, and then he closed and latched the door behind her.
Then he took a seat on the lav and waited. At least she left him in the
end stall.

He heard women come and go. It was really flaky seeing women 's metrical unit
and dropped drawers under the divider whenever a woman came into the
adjacent stalling. He hoped that no one noticed his naked haired feet on the
floor. At to the lowest degree it gave him a chance to take a dump, which he had sort of
needed to do for a while.

Larry was practically sweating slug when Inque finally returned. She
knocked on the cubicle room access, and Larry unlatched it for her. She came into
the carrell and immediately melted around him and covered his nerve again
while allowing him to breathe. This time, he remained in limp darkness for
what seemed like hours.

Finally, Inque uncovered his face, but remained on him. They ware in
yet another hotel elbow room. Several stacks of wrap up money lay scattered on
the bed.

'' Inque ! '' Larry spoke aloud for the low time in days. `` What did you
do ? Where did you get that money ? ``

'' Ask me no query and I 'll tell you no Lie, '' is all she said.

With Larry still wrapped inside her, Inque reached down onto the bed and
lifted an envelope that he had n't noticed and showed it to him.

'' What 's this ? '' he asked.

'' spirit, '' she said as she showed him an airline business ticket to Anchorage. `` I
got this at a travel agent at the mall after I got us that cash. ``

Larry moved the slate finisher to read it, and she relented command of
his arm. He saw that the flight leaves tomorrow afternoon.

'' So what do we do now ? '' he asked.

'' You probably need to eat, right ? ``

'' Yeah, I have n't eaten in a patch. I 'm starving ! ``

They went downstairs to the restaurant and Larry had dinner. Inque
did n't have to eat as much as Larry did, in fact she could go quite a long
clip between meals.

They returned to their room after dinner. Ever since the cleaning lady 's room
at Macy 's, Larry was working up to the gumption to blab out to Inque. `` Uhm, Inque,
I 'm kind of having doubts about our arranging. ``

'' What ? You ca n't back out now ! I still need you. Besides, where do
you think you 're going to go go against naked in L.A. ? ``

'' I can call in the concierge and get a bathrobe or something. ``

'' Yeah, powerful ! Walk around L.A. looking for a job and a room in a
bathrobe, huh ? smell, just check with me until we get to Anchorage, okay ? ``

'' Okay, '' he relented.

It was getting late, so Inque took control and got into bed and pulled
the cover song up to her chin.

'' Inque, are n't you forgetting something ? ``

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm still inside you. ``

'' Oh, you are, are n't you ? '' Her clench on his putz tightened even more,
then started stroking it up and down. At the same time, she started
squeezing and kneading his balls. And at the same time, she started
rubbing and thumping his backbone. Lastly, she closed over his font again,
letting him take a breather through his nozzle, and forced what felt like a hard
teat into his mouth. He obliged and sucked on the pap. Then she
whispered in his ear, `` You may come if you can. ``

The combined whizz were almost sensory overburden, and he quickly
exploded into her vesica with more personnel than he had ever experienced
before. His trunk bucked, throbbed, and rocked while sealed inside Inque 's
ichor body. The sacking put him to slumber shortly afterward.

When he woke, he sensed that it was first light, but he could n't tell being
that he was still sealed inside Inque 's body. Hesitant to awake her, he lay
there, frozen in berth, as Inque still slept around him.

Eventually, he felt motion. He felt his arms and legs move as it to get
out of bed. Inque did n't speak to him, so he remained limp as Inque moved
about. Several hour later, Inque flowed from around his face revealing to
him that they were in Los Angeles International aerodrome. Still, Inque
remained in dominance as they walked to their gate and waited for their
escape to board. They passed through the metal detector without pause and
boarded the carpenter's plane. Lacking luggage made the cognitive process much easygoing than
usual.

The flight was uneventful, and they were on final glide path to Anchorage
International drome. Larry suddenly had to look at a crap.

'' Inque, can we get up to use the lav before we land ? '' he asked.

'' What ? Not now ! You know what 'll happen if someone so much as stands
up from their fundament on final approach. No way ! ``

Larry knew that Inque was right -- protection on control panel sheet was still
super-strict. Anyone venturing out of their seat during liftoff or landing
was guaranteed a wrestling compeer with a pair of sky marshals, a vast fine
for their problem, and gaol time for impersonating a terrorist.

'' But I have to look at a dump ! I do n't think I can give it until we land. ``

'' Oh damn, '' she said. Larry then felt something pressing against his
butt. He felt, like, a tube spread his butt nerve around his anus.

'' I created a cavity for you to crap into. ``

Larry was shocked that she would do that for him, but he was so eased
that he did n't receive to sustain it in pain sensation for the next hr. He emptied his
bowels into the pit she created for him. He peed into her vesica
around his peter for thoroughly step, too.

The planer finally landed in anchorage ground and they departed. Having no
luggage to gather up, they quickly disappeared into the crowd and left the
airport. Inque covered his face again, leaving him only gaps to breathe
through his nose.

Once again, Inque flowed off him, leaving him standing in a kiosk in the
noblewoman'room at some section store. He took a fundament and waited for her
patiently. He returned quickly and covered him up again.

After walking around blind for a while after leaving the ladies'way,
he asked her, `` Inque, do you have to spread over my eyes whenever we go anywhere ?
It gets really tiresome walking around hitch and blind inside you all the
time. ``

'' I was just about to open your nerve. '' Inque flowed from in front of his
face. He saw they were walking through a shopping center parking lot
toward a bank.

'' Inque ! You 're not going to progress to me rob this bank, are you ? ``

'' Do n't be a soft touch ! You 're going to open a checking account in your name
that I can use, and then we 'll look for an apartment. ``

'' No way ! ``

'' Okay, be that way. '' Inque flowed around his side sealing off his nose.
Then, as he gasped for intimation, she lined the at heart airfoil of her body
with hundreds of thorns pressing into his tegument. unable to rest, he
could n't scream at the sudden agonizing pain. A consequence later, she removed
the thorns and exposed his brass again.

'' I trust that I have your full phase of the moon cooperation now, '' she scolded.

'' Yeah, Inque, '' he whimpered.

They walked into the coin bank and opened a checking account using his mixer
surety number.

Next, they bought a paper and looked through the apartment listing.
Inque circled a few pocket-size flat to ask about and they were on their
way.

'' Inque, I 'm athirst. ``

Inque stopped at a diner and let Larry eat lunch. Then they went
apartment hunting.

By evening, Inque had rented an apartment in Larry 's name. Then they
returned to the hotel for the night.

One again, Inque went to bed with Larry inside her. She milked his
dick, kneaded his ball, rubbed his back, and stuck a teat in his oral fissure,
then went to sleep.

The next sunrise, Inque kept Larry in a constant DoS of transport as she
used the room phone to call Larry 's bank in New York and transfer his address
and arrange for requital of his credit poster. Then she checked out of the
hotel and took a bus to the mall.

'' Inque, now that you 're all set up in anchorage ground, maybe you can get me
some clothes ? ``

'' That wo n't be necessary, Larry. ``

'' How so ? '' he asked.

Once again, as she was walking around the mall, he felt her milk his
cock, twirl his balls, knead his back, and labor a nipple into his mouth.
He, of course, was powerless to the outcome. He remained limp despite his
struggles, and he eventually came to her persistent cock milking despite
his mental movement to dissent. She even inserted a shaft of form, like a
dildo, up into his ass and sucked the inside of his bowels. He quaked and
quivered involuntarily while inside her, even as she walked mindfully about
her business. Still, she did n't cease keeping him aroused -- she
continuously milked and sucked his dick, squeezed and kneaded his musket ball,
sucked his bowel out continuously, and stroked his vertebral column for the respite of
the day, through the night, through the following day, and the future, and the
next, and so on.

He eventually accepted being her prisoner. The solely metre he saw the
light of day was when she exposed his aspect at the tabular array in their flat
when she fed him, or when she would leave him in a ma'am'room stall at
some memory board whenever she ran low on hard currency, but otherwise kept him inside her
all the time. He thought about calling for help those time, but knew that
would prove very embarrassing. The promenade fuzz would call the topical anesthetic police,
probably resulting in even high-risk adjustment than inside Inque 's trunk
receiving constant intimate attention.

He resigned himself with the thought, I guess I 'll just give birth to wait
for Anchorage to get its own superhero.

* END *