Savage Impulses - Story: A New Life

Savage Impulses

Story: A New Life - Chapter 16b
Monday, 01-May-2000 18:28:08
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“She’s right down here, lady”, he laughed as he walked farther from the doors - - and farther from the locked janitor’s closet.

The woman found that she couldn’t move. Her arms were pinned to her side by the large gang member; he had also physically lifted her off the ground, so she could find no leverage with her legs or feet. She watched, helpless, as he turned a corner in the hallway, walking towards a door marked “Women’s”. “What are you planning on doing with me?”, she asked in mostly calm and dulcet tones.

But the huge bandana’ed member, Mitch, also detected a hint of fear in that voice, which made him smile with satisfaction. “Don’t worry, lady. We’re not gonna do to you what Jack’s doing to that other woman right now. I’m just gonna put you in a place where you won’t bother anybody for a while.” He looked back at his friends, who were all following him. He gave them a wink, which they returned, choking back giggles. “What I mean is that we won’t kill you. But we will have a little fun with you first.”

The woman detected something in Mitch’s voice; something that revealed to her that he wasn’t being at all honest, and that they had something planned for her. She needed to act quickly before that happened. She looked around as she was carried closer to the restroom door. No one else but the gang members was in sight. She wished that it wouldn’t have had to come to this, but it was the only way to extricate herself from this potentially dangerous situation. Besides, these three young men needed to be taught a lesson….

Mitch was about to look behind him to say something to one of his friends when he heard a low groan come from the woman he carried. A sloppy grind appeared on his face again. “Honey, I haven’t even done anything yet. Just wait, though, and I’ll – be - - What?” He suddenly realized that something was beginning to happen to his prize. Not only was she groaning – a low, almost sexy sound – but she seemed to be getting heavier. He wondered if he was just getting tired; maybe he needed to work out more. But as he focused on the woman he was carrying, he immediately realized that there was more to it than simply his muscles becoming tired.

Was it his imagination, or was her body feeling a little larger than before? His arms were wrapped around her waist, his hands clasped together. There seemed to be more strain against them than he remembered from a few seconds ago. Her waist felt thicker somehow, her stomach pressing harder against his hands and forearms. Mitch stopped walking and turned around a little. “Hey, why’s this lady getting so heavy, guys?”, he asked.

He watched his fellow members stare at him and the woman he held, their mouths agape with obvious shock and surprise. “D – dude, her skin… Look at her skin!”, one shouted.

“What? What are you guys talking about?”, Mitch asked with annoyance. He then looked over the woman’s shoulder – which seemed slightly taller and broader than previously – and looked at one of her hands, resting against his left leg. “Oh God! What the hell’s happening!”, he shouted. Her skin was turning a rich and vivid shade of green! “Guys, help me out here!”, he pleaded. But his friends shook their heads, continuing to stare at the woman, taking slow, hesitant steps backwards.

Mitch was unsure of what to do. He looked back at his would-be victim’s hand. It wasn’t his imagination – her hand was definitely larger, and was getting more so by the second! Her fingers were spreading across his leg, curling farther around as they stretched outwards. He looked farther down and watched with amazement as her legs elongated downwards, getting closer and closer to the floor. Her black pumps were starting to bulge outwards; he could see indentations forming in their fronts as her toes grew, pushing against the leather. Her widening heels suddenly slipped out of the pumps, and they both slipped halfway off her growing feet, her swelling toes still hanging on. The pressure soon became too much for the shoes, and the fronts began to give way to her green toes. The leather rapidly came apart, allowing the pumps to fall completely from her feet and land on the floor with a “clop”.

The strain of holding his arms and hands around her was becoming too much for Mitch to bear. But he was afraid to let her go; he felt that as long as he held her, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to him. After all, wasn’t she just a weak, small woman? But no, there was more to her than a simple change of size. He felt toned swells quickly forming in her arms and legs, and her weight began increasing even more rapidly. He struggled to hold her, his hands feeling ripples of muscle and sinew arising in her stomach underneath her suddenly skin-tight blouse. His ears began picking up tearing sounds coming from somewhere on the woman’s body as her overstressed clothing ripped apart, unable to contain her growing body any longer. He felt warm, firm skin on his hands, and realized her blouse was opening up. He glanced downwards for a second, his face grimacing with the effort of holding the woman, and witnessed the much shorter sleeves of her business jacket and blouse also splitting apart, revealing long green arms, filled with curved, toned muscles. The stretched-out swells of her biceps were quickly pushing through the sleeves, as well, and her hands were continuing to wrapping around his legs, her fingers and thumbs getting closer together. He then heard several sharp snapping noises, and then the sound of small objects hitting the floor. His eyes picked up one of the objects – a small pearl-colored button from the lady’s blouse.

Her weight had now increased to the point that Mitch could no longer hold her aloft. He set her down roughly on the ground, and was amazed to see her not drop an inch. Craning his neck down along the woman’s still swelling body, he saw in astonishment that her bare feet were already planted on the ground. Her curved emerald calves were flexed with the effort of her growth, and large slits were now opening up in her dark-blue skirt, showing off thick, rounded, luscious green thighs. He still had his arms around her, as he remained unsure of a course of action. But he felt his hands lose contact with each other as her waist grew too wide for him to fully encompass. All his hand could feel was tight skin and light swells of added abdominal muscle, and they were slipping from their places, starting to move further down her waist. The sounds of tearing fabric continued unabated, and Mitch watched with fear – and a bit of lust – as the rear of the woman’s dress jacket started to rip open. He was treated to more and more rich green skin and smooth, tight muscle groups as the rip widened and grew longer. Something that felt like fabric whished by his right hand; Mitch again looked down to the floor to see the torn remains of a bra resting against both her large bare right foot and his shoed left one. More ripping sounds came from near his hands, and another piece of torn fabric landed near the bra – the ruins of her panties. Both of those events would have ordinarily made him aroused – if it weren’t for the fact that he was scared out of his wits.

His hands ceased slipping down her waist when they reached her broadening hips. Their large curved forms were also being swiftly bared, blowing the dark-blue fabric of the woman’s skirt out of their way. He realized with horror that she was now much taller than he was by a good several inches. Her hair had altered from its well-kept brown shape to a mass of thick, dark-green curls. Her head then seemed to stop moving upwards, and he felt her hips and waist cease to expand.

There Mitch stood, his arms wrapped around a now tall, sexily-shaped-and-muscled green-hued woman. Her torn and tattered clothes were either clinging very tightly against her body, or were lying scattered on the floor. Her arms and legs positively shown with power and strength, and yet they had not lost any sense of femininity. He watched her thick bare toes flex slightly against the black-and-white tiled floor, her feet a size or two larger than even his now, dwarfing the black pumps she had been wearing. Her strong hands had unconsciously wrapped around his legs, and he could feel her long, thick fingers contracting and loosening against his jeans. One though sprung into his mind – and he knew that he was in trouble. ‘Oh God! It’s her! It’s that superwoman from the papers!’

‘God! It’s her! That green - super - chick!’, Jack thought. That was the extent of it, though, as the pain from his wrists lashed through his arms and into his brain. “P – P – Please…….Don’t - - hurt - - me - -!”, he cried out.

Sarah’s darn-green lips curled into an ugly snarl of contempt. “Hurt you? Hurt you??!! I’m going to do more than hurt you, you monster!” She then hurled him against the shelves against the back of the closet. Jack hit them with such force that his body smashed through the shelves and assorted cleaning solvents and mops, managing to create a huge series of cracks in the concrete wall behind. He fell to the ground, blood spitting out violently from his mouth as he coughed with pain.

Sarah took the few steps towards him and hefted him from the ground, her thick green hand around his neck. “You don’t even deserve to live, you scum.”, she spit out, glaring into his pain-filled eyes.

Dimly hearing the far-off crash, Mitch didn’t think he was going to live through this. The woman now turned around to face him, and he was immediately faced with a mostly nude chest that he had never even dreamt of before. Her firm green breasts were clearly visible through the tattered remains of both her blouse and jacket, their rounded forms jutting out from the strips of cloth. Her waist was both strong looking and sexy, and he was almost mesmerized by the toned shape of her whole upper body.

But this was quickly broken when the superwoman spoke in husky tones. “You three need to be taught a lesson. You do not treat others like this. Since no one has taught you this before, I will be your instructor.” And with that she placed a large hand onto Mitch’s chest and pushed. He suddenly found himself flying through the air. His flight came to a sudden and jarring halt when he struck his two friends. The three gang members fell to the ground in a tumbled heap of arms and legs. They only made their situation worse when they all struggled to get up when they saw the green woman coming towards them.

But she stopped just short of them, looking down at them. “Leave my sight now, or I will not be so forgiving when I touch you again.” They got the message. Mitch outran his two friends down the hallway and out into the mall proper. The woman looked around and saw no one else. She wanted to find Sarah Carter, but she also didn’t want anyone to see her as she was. She ran into the room where the man had been carrying her and pushed through the doors. Finding the room empty, the woman walked into a stall and shut the door.

Sarah gripped Jack with her thick green hand, snarling in his face. Inside, a part of her couldn’t believe she was acting this way. She knew that what this young man had wanted to do to her was revolting and cruel, but did it deserve this kind of response? How would her reaction make this situation any better? She was acting no better than Jack had been.

However her fury at his actions was in control of her body. That part of Sarah told her that this wasn’t about morality, of right and wrong. This was about vengeance! He had wanted to do unspeakable things to her human body. Now she had the power to keep him from doing that, and from performing those horrible acts upon any other women. Wasn’t that enough justification for her actions? This inner toil was locking Sarah Carter into inaction. She stood there, holding Jack off the floor by one hand, looking into his eyes.
Then a decision was made, and she growled out, “I – won’t let you do – this to anyone else!” Her thick green fingers began contracting around the young mans’ throat, and he tried to gurgle something out. But she wouldn’t let him. Her green-hued grip tightened slowly, remorselessly around Jack’s neck, cutting off the flow of air to his lungs. Sarah watched him slowly choking to death, reveling in the feeling of power she had over her former captor. The sound of cracking vertebrae rang like gongs inside Sarah’s head; Jack made one more burble, and then he went slack, the light fading from his eyes.

Belatedly Sarah realized what she had just done. ‘Oh my God…. He’s dead….. He’s dead – and I killed him! I killed him!!’ She gently knelt down, setting Jack’s lifeless body back onto the ground as easily as she could. Standing up, she raised her green hand in front of her eyes, staring at it as if it had betrayed her. ‘I’ve - - I’ve got to get out of here! Get someplace where I can think! But not – not like this. Not this killer….’ Sarah, fighting back tears, concentrated as best she could through the pain and grief of her actions. She felt her body shrinking, her black Gammonian outfit staying with her and keeping her modesty. The tatters of her jeans, still around her waist, began looking larger again as her legs lost their added size and shape. The ripped and torn blouse also began to cover up more of her upper body, still being encased in the slick material which easily contracted around Sarah’s shrinking form.

Soon she was back to her human form. Blinking back the tears, she removed her torn jeans and blouse and stood just in her heroine’s outfit. But she no longer felt like a heroine. She had let her anger get the best of her, and a person was dead as a result. She needed to get somewhere so she could think. She unlocked the closet’s door and began running towards the far end of the hallway towards another set of double doors that led to the outside, the sounds of her bare feet striking the tiled floor echoing throughout the almost-empty hall. One set of eyes watched her – watched her until she disappeared through the doors, and then walked back into the mall.

Approximately thirty seconds after entering it, the woman exited the restroom stall, having changed back to her human form, but still wearing the tatters of her clothing, leaving plenty of beige skin visible between the large slits and rips. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small capsule. Padding over to the row of sinks, she turned on one of the faucets and ran the capsule through the stream of water. Turning the faucet off, the woman set the capsule onto the ground. A second later another set of clothing materialized in its place, having re-expanded from their compressed packing size. She shed the remnants of her outfit and climbed into her new one, underwear and all, looking exactly as her old one had. She looked down at her bare feet. She had no more shoes with her, and the ones she had been wearing had their fronts torn out. Since there was nothing she could do about it, she dumped the tatters into the nearby disposal bin and walked out from the restroom.

She heard the sounds of footsteps rapidly receding into the distance, and she turned her head to see a feminine figure running down the hallway and through a set of double doors. She had been dressed in familiar-looking black fabric, and the woman knew she had seen their target. Her own bare feet making soft padding sounds, she walked towards the mall entrance. A door on the right side of the hall was open; looking in the woman saw the crumpled body of a young man, similarly dressed to the ones she had scared off. Beside his lifeless form was a pair of torn-up jeans and a shredded blouse. Nodding to herself, she finished her walk and pushed through the doors leading into the mall, walking back to where her partner was still sitting with Dana.

“Did you find her?”, the sitting woman asked.

The standing one nodded once. “Yes, I saw her leaving the mall to the outside. We also have a small problem – Sarah's the mark.”

The other woman sighed. “Very well. Ms. Carter? Could you come with us please?”

Dana looked in the direction that her adopted sister had walked off in. “But what about Sarah? She should be back at any time.”

The woman sitting beside her placed her hand on top of Dana’s. “Ms. Carter – Dana, Sarah is not coming back. Please, come with us, and we can explain everything.”

To be continued

Terry