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SPECTER GIRL'S SUPER SECRET FILES
SPECTER GIRL
After countless times of having to hear from Azure Angel,
Shield, Amazing Babe, the guy who scrubs the toilet, or Gag
Girl herself going on and on about the latest installment of
"Flag Girl's 'Topped' Secret Files" at the Dairy Queen and
ruining my lunch; I decided that, 'I', Specter Girl would
show my own fuller rounder bigger SUPER SECRET FILES and put
that little attention whore back in her place!
For my first SPECTER GIRL SUPER SECRET FILE, I decided to go
solo teeny. Just in case all those rather laughable slut
moments in Flag Girl's debauched outings really were caused
by her inept companions as she claimed or if they were rather
the more likely occurrence of Flag Girl's own questionable
leadership and inherently whorish nature.
Perhaps, a more telling mixture of both?
In any case, I decided to make my first case file a more
successful endeavor by relying upon the only capable super
teeny in all of Delta City... ME!
SPECTER GIRL'S FULLER ROUNDER BIGGER BETTER SUPER SECRET
FILES # 001
SPECTER GIRL
First, let the world know that I am SPECTER GIRL, the secret
power and brains behind the heroine known as Green Specter. I
am a teeny high octane justice fueled, ninja stomping, thug
romping, bad guy bopping, two fisted sexy hottie of
thwarting, and man do I look good in a bikini, crime fighter
machine!
My fame and fan base speak for themselves. Last month there
were TWICE! as many cosplayers doing me than Flag Girl at the
Delta City Comic Convention held at the local Hooters
Restaurant out by the Red Diamond Truck Stop. TWICE! I think
that says it all. God bless those three girls and that one
somewhat questionable young man for their dedicated cosplay
of me.
After deciding to go solo and managing to convince Green
Specter that I had an all night school field trip to the
Delta City's Museum and its BONDAGE THROUGH OUT THE AGES
EXHIBIT. I ditched my civilian garments and slipped into my
Specter Girl costume which is WAY better than Flag Girls
rags. I mean seriously, any girl can rock a red, white, and
blue patriotic bra and panties Valentine's Day bedroom getup.
But to make an all green ensemble scream, 'the bar is open!'
Takes more than just super hot looks; more than just, you got
it flaunt it, it takes skill to know how to shake it and not
break it!
That said the evening did not start out with all the
auspiciousness that one would have wanted. I had to change my
clothes in the back of Ruddy Hudsucker's dad's car. I had
convinced Ruddy that I had to dress up as Specter Girl as a
high school dare and prance about the upper classes
neighborhood. He bought it. Ruddy is not very bright but he
is very horny. So that makes him double gullible. He promised
not to peek but from the small peak in his trousers when I
had finishing donning my green garments, spoke volumes of his
pervyness.
Latter when I returned to the car after my mission meeting I
found my bra and panties gone from my civilian clothes. So I
figured Ruddy was more than well paid for his all night
sitting in his dads car waiting upon me. After all, bra's my
size are not cheep!
Still it was nice to change my clothes in a vintage Rolls
Royce than behind some trash bin as Flag Girl is often doing
in HER Secret Slut Files.
Still squirming in and out of your clothes while a greasy
pimple faced perv is gawking at you from behind his shaking
fingers is not the best way for a girl to start her evening.
No sooner had I slipped out of the car in my Specter Girl
costume than I found myself racing franticly back past the
car as a group of feral dogs began to chase me!
The omens were bad indeed.
Luckily, Ruddy had locked all the car doors and had turned up
the radio and had laid back in the front seat with his eyes
closed no doubt reminiscing of my hot sexy teeny body as I
raced several laps around the parked car before racing off
from that lost cause to a chain link fence across the road
which I vaulted and thus lost my snarling pursuers.
Catching my breath I went topside. The rooftops of Delta City
are mostly connected, that is if one has a slim teeny body
that has had Olympic level gymnastics training as I have.
Well, I have 'watched' the Olympics... once... almost. I
mean, I would have if they weren't so horribly boring! And
those figure skaters flashing their panties like that! So,
disgusting. So, maybe not the whole Olympic training bit.
But everyone on the football team says I am very lithe and
flexible.
And this always surprises all the men I meet. Because I have
the largest firm full jutting bust of any teeny in Delta City
and a full round shapely pert backside. Combined with my
slender body everyone assumes I would have difficulty even
walking without tipping over let alone doing flips and
handsprings.
You wouldn't believe how many times I have to do jumping
jacks and hold my body above the ground with my hands and
feet firmly planted behind me and push my crotch up into the
air over and over again just to prove to them that I am very
limber indeed.
Just because I am rather 'top heavy' does not mean I am in
anyway inhibited. Just ask around! Everyone will tell you I
am utterly uninhibited! I hear it said about me ALL the time!
I did study with a contortionist. Well, I dated a pair of
very touchy feely twins for a week and that was like being
tutored by a contortionist. I came away from that dating
fiasco with the ability to put both my feet behind my head.
Handstands. Come to think of it, I am often asked to do
handstands by men who doubt my athletic poise. Come to think
of it, I am often asked to do handstands when I am wearing my
school skirt?
I did not endure Ruddy's pervy disgusting voyeur lusts for a
random patrol. No, I had a meeting with one, Mister Risen.
And I needed a getaway vehicle/base just in case. In the
suburb gated upper communities of the wealthy, Ruddy's dad's
Rolls was the perfect car for the job. No cop in his right
mind would ticket or tow a parked Rolls just outside a
wealthy gated community.
And it wasn't like I could take a bus or walk from downtown
for this meeting. Even taxi cabs were frowned upon by the
security guards and flagged down before the gate for
questioning.
And Mister Risen said he wanted everything to be discrete.
And I am all that and a bag of chips.
Of course Mister Risen had not notified me personally for
this mission. Rather, he had addressed his request to Green
Specter on the Brenda Wade sponsored Super Heroine Web Page.
As I handle all of Green Specter's fan mail, sadly not much
of a task, poor over the hill woman, I know her password. And
knowing how she needs ample beauty sleep, I took it upon
myself to make this my first Super Secret Files without
bothering to make her aware of Mister Risen's request.
I made it to Mister Risen's rooftop without much difficulty.
The feral curs turned out to be security dogs and so there
was a bit of hide and seek on our mutual parts as the guards
dragged them howling back into the gated community. I have no
idea why they had let them out on to the public streets at
this time of night?! But the lack of pooper scoopers and poop
baggies in their security shed suggested a certain amount of
laziness on the guards part. I noticed this as I checked out
what areas their security cameras were set upon.
As I guessed they spotted the parked Rolls a half block from
their gate but then professionally ignored it and returned to
their security monitors filled with the rich teeny girls
skinny dipping in the swimming pool the size of a small lake
with their stud hung boyfriends.
It was almost eleven thirty p.m. when I slipped into Mister
Risen's house and carefully found his butler/body guard who
only after a few minutes of groping me accepted I was NOT a
thrill seeking teeny thief and took me to meet his master.
Mister Risen must have been all of two hundred years of age.
He sat in his wheel chair by a roaring fire covered in
blankets as if waiting for his cue as an extra in some
Charles Dicken's story.
It took several failed attempts on my part to get Mister
Risen's attention from his blank eye drooling full time
occupation of senility. In fact, it took a forceful face slap
from his butler/body guard to bring him into conversational
focus.
This having been accomplished the servant left us alone. From
then on I administered my own sever face slaps as I felt
warranted to keep the man in awareness. A couple turned out
to be rather unnecessary as his surprised face showed me and
left me awkwardly blaming flies.
The gist of the conversation was that Mister Risen had
recently been robbed of an artifact he had discovered in one
of his youthful archeological endeavours. The item had little
monetary value considering his lavish untouched belongings
but it was still a memento of long ago youthful brass days
and he wanted it back.
He expected to leave much of his uncovered relics to the
Delta City Museum and Delta City Explorers Club upon his
passing and he considered the stolen relic the plumb of his
collection.
The police had been less than energetic and the privet
detective agency he had employed seemed only interested in
filling out long winded reports and taking his money.
This was utterly exasperating to him as he knew exactly who
had taken his prized possession and found it gulling that no
one would simply bring it back from the person!
Further conversation was less than useful as the elderly man
started noting that I was not as 'booby' as my pictures
showed me. He of course thought I was Green Specter who
indeed is a cup size or more of my own phenomenal double FF
cups. Of course what I may yet lack in milky goodness of size
I overtly make over in firmness and pertness and perfect full
roundness.
Somewhere at some junction the drooling old man became rather
grabby. I may have to blame an accidental nipple slip on my
part. It 'may' have encouraged his unsought wanton pawing of
my teeny body and the yanking upon my sacred super heroine
uniform of crime fighting justice.
I was forced to replace my face slaps which had been to bring
about his attention with a solid face punch which sent him
back into his lull-lull land of drooling catatonia.
As I disentangled myself from the leaches grasp I couldn't
help but notice that Mister Risen had, well, risen in his
shorts. I couldn't also help but notice that this withered
cadaver had more going on down there than the teen Ruddy;
this gave me a brief smirk and calmed me down a bit. The
tussle with a man who, at one time, obviously knew his
business around a female body always left me a tad 'anxious'.
I returned back to the Rolls and after a few minutes of
banging on the window rose Ruddy from his, never going to
happen fantasies of me, and yelled at him to unlock the car
doors.
It was at this juncture that I noticed my civilian bra and
panties were missing from my clothing pile upon the back
seat. But I decided to say nothing at the time and maybe I
would let the pervert creep have his trophies though I
gritted my teeth at what he might do with them. And how I was
going to explain the missing garments to Green Specter who
seemed to have psychically 'linked' herself to all my
undergarments and seemed more concerned about their being
than my own.
SPECTER GIRL
I instructed Ruddy to drive me to the block in question of
the person Mister Risen suspected adamantly of stealing his
prized relic. This was all the way back downtown to the high
rise penthouse apartment district.
And well within a stroll of my own penthouse apartment suite.
I admit some exasperation on my part that I had not attempted
to simply CALL Mister Risen but instead impatiently mule
headed jumping through flaming hoops sought out to meet him
personally.
This would have saved me of the whole Ruddy experience.
Still, there is no question that the up close personal touch
brings out the more pertinent information. Though Mister
Risen's personal touch had me wishing for a three hour hot
shower!
Ruddy, keeping to form, made a half sleepy ponder about the
change of location and wondered if the 'dare' had been
completed? And if we could now continue our 'date' in a more
traditional manner?
I ignored this and simply began to wiggle about in my back
seat and ponder aloud about my missing bra and panties and
Ruddy clammed up and fell into a sweating tight lip, head
dipping, tunnel vision interest, in finding a parking spot.
Once parked he said nothing as I leapt out into the
thankfully less than busy street.
The name of the person who had allegedly stolen Mister
Risen's thousand year old knickknack was Barns. I assumed
this was a withered old man sitting in his own wheel chair by
an his own over stoked fire. But as it turned out it was a
young woman?! Though I do believe she had an over stoked fire
all her own.
I was to retrieve an object. But just because Risen had SAID
Barns had stolen it did not mean any such thing had happened.
Obviously the police and a detective agency had not reached
the same conclusion as the old man.
So I did not sneak into the converted brownstone former
apartment building which was Ms. Barns home. I did not break
and enter. I did not skulk about. I simply went up the stoop
and rang the buzzer.
It was two a.m. when Ms. Barns herself opened the door
wearing little more than a raised eyebrow and holding a large
drink in her hand.
I apologized for the late hour and explained why I was there.
The woman seemed nonplused by my super heroine uniform or the
lateness of the hour. In fact, I was still reconciling in my
confusion that Barns was not a wizened old coot but a young
rather sexy naked woman.
I thus found it only slightly odder when she simply shrugged
and left the door open for me to follow her inside. I reached
for the door knob and looked over my shoulder before closing
the door and caught Ruddy shoving my bra and panties down the
front of his pants. I glared at him and he blushed and tried
to nervously smile as I shook my head. As far as I was
concerned no amount of washing was going to make those
undergarments wearable to me again.
I followed Ms. Barns into the what may have been; a parlor,
or study, or library. There were a lot of books and green
felt and brass and large over stuffed furniture of butter
soft leather.
And what appeared to be an over stocked bar which Ms. Barns
parked herself by and never left.
In the silence I repeated my some what lame, and sounding
lamer by the minute, reason for being there.
In fact, I began to apologize at the ridiculousness of the
reason, as I heard it spoken out loud by myself again.
Ms. Barns simply shrugged and waltzed over to a nearby
bookcase which she popped open disclosing a large safe behind
it and after a few twirls of the safe dial popped open the
safe as well. She tapped one of many objects inside the safe
shelves with her glass and then went back to the bar and
poured herself another drink.
I blinked at the object for several seconds and then asked
her if this was indeed the stolen object of Mister Risen. She
nodded yes. And I stood there for several more seconds and
then proceeded slowly to the object and removed it from the
safe. I told the woman I would have to return this object to
Mister Risen and if he wished to press charges I would be
making a full statement to the police.
At this she gave a sudden wicked smile and I felt myself
growing light headed and the next thing I knew I was lying on
my back clutching the relic to my breasts where it seemed to
be oddly suckling on MY exposed nipples?!
SPECTER GIRL
When I awoke I was still on my back but now upon the leather
sofa instead of the plush carpeted floor. The artifact was
indeed sucking the milk out of teeny firm tits. It had
somehow grown sucker tentacles or unfolded them to achieve
this. The woman, Ms. Barns, was carefully holding the other
end of the relic in a gloved hand and letting my milk
strained through the relic squirt into first a tumbler glass
which she quickly drained and then a carafe which once filled
she put away into a small refrigerator set in the bar.
This done she yanked off the relic from its sucking embrace
from my now somewhat shrunken breasts and replaced it back
into the safe. Which she closed and spun the dial before
pushing the bookcase back into place.
Then she pulled off her gloves and tossed them on the bar
while giving me a wide grin followed by a wider laugh.
She explained to me that the relic had the power to transform
the milk of any lactating woman who touched it into an elixir
of eternal youth.
The embrace of the relic had a somnambulistic effect upon the
lactated donor. It was important not to touch it with bare
skin as apparently I had done despite my own gloves. I can
only blame my overzealous sized breasts and my exceptional
decolletage brushing against the relic as I held it. Ah, the
curse of the busty teen! Thus awakening its tentacles from
its inert state at my soft milky skins touch by which it
promptly topped me and milked me while sinking me almost
instantly in to a near-coma like state of sleepwalker trance
torpor.
I had never consciously wondered at Ms. Barns youthful state
and her apparent sole ownership of such a large expensive
downtown estate full of rich opulent works of which only
lavish personal wealth could attest.
However, at a subconscious level I had begun to feel an
increasing unease in the presence of the women. Who now
showed her own monestrous aspects in plucking me bodily off
the leather couch as if I were a rag doll and quickly brought
me to an attic room where I was tied up along side three
other groggy young naked girls who from the splatters of milk
upon their red swollen breasts had no doubt recently
attempted to quench Ms. Barns insatiable hunger.
From these half sleepy young women I learned that all were
Ms. Barns former servants and that Ms. Barns herself was well
into her seventies when she had stolen the artifact from
Mister Risen.
By using Dragon Queen prego-dildos she had impregnated each
girl and then tossed the birthed mutiods into the local
sewer. The girl's ripe lactating breasts were now Ms. Barns
sole larder. She drank the liquid almost non-stop. Her youth
being an addiction all unto its self.
Though the effects of the filtered milk brew kept her young
for weeks on end before the effect wavered; the simple thrall
of the power of youth flowing through her veins again had
made her a home bound slave to her craving and thirst.
She dared not leave her home and the precious elixir of milk
youth. Her mind had become twisted and obsessed through its
very first use as some poor souls are by the first taste of
alcohol rendered instant alcoholics.
Still she was not used to dealing with a super heroine. Nor
had she sampled any Aphrodite gene awakened milk until now.
She could be heard loudly staggering around downstairs
drunken upon my teeny milk's opulent power.
She was also unaware of my own super recovery. My breasts
were swelling rapidly back up to my teeny FF-cup size and
with it my latent powers returned. Not the stuff of the super
powered heroines who could fly and punch black holes in suns,
but still the stuff of an awakened Aphrodite gene teeny!
Which is to say, stronger, and more resilient than a normal
teeny by the power of ten! Well, maybe six! Okay, maybe twice
the power of a normal teen, but still kick ass all the same!
I quickly made short work of my ill tied bonds made sloppy by
her drunken shaking hands. And freed my fellow captors as
well.
Then I slipped down the staircase and set upon the drunken
monster.
My filtered milk had made her all the stronger than me but
drunk as a elephant full of fermented fruit. I also had years
of training and combat experience and she was a seventy year
old woman just less than a week ago!
With a few well placed chops and leg sweeps I had her down
and out and tied up with my more experienced bondage hand in
no time!
And I did it without any lame ass power belt!
SPECTER GIRL
I returned to the Rolls with a tied up Ms. Barns, whom I
tossed into the trunk as well as the artifact carefully
wrapped up in a towel (having watched Ms. Barns use the
combination so openly before me I had easily set the tumbler
numbers to memory), and three naked teeny girls who would not
stay in that house of horrors even long enough to find a
blanket to cover themselves with but raced trembling into the
car.
No doubt three naked teeny girls, one of which had to ride in
the front seat with Ruddy, gave the perv enough wet dream
fantasy material to last him well into his own golden years!
He definitely did not mention anything more about our date!
SPECTER GIRL
So, ended my first secret files. I felt it had gone very well
and I decided for my next outing I would definitely bring
along one of the other super teenies so they could experience
a professional, less Flag Girl trampy, crime fighting
experience.
One final note; a week latter, while in my civilian guise, I
happened to bump into Mister Risen. Now looking in his mid
twenties and full with vim and vigor. He did not recognize me
of course, but smiled and patted me on my head and then
pinched me under my school skirt as he passed. Thankfully, I
was wearing panties that day!
Obviously, Mister Risen knew more about the artifact than he
had let on, and my returning it to him may not have been as
wise as I had first thought.
Considering that Ms. Barns maiden name was Risen and that she
was in fact the sister of Mr. Risen I should have guessed as
much.
But that is all a mater for a future SPECTER GIRL'S FULLER
ROUNDER BIGGER BETTER SUPER SECRET FILES! One in which I
shall bring Azure Angel along. She thinks her tits are SO
big! If she is a double GG-Cup then I must be a double JJ
Cup! Ha! Hmm... She doesn't wear gloves does she?
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