Wasteland Part II ~ Big Trouble!

When we last saw our group of pets on their Mission to rescue their Princess, jemmie was playing mechanic trying to get the gas tanker going again and found he/r boobies wedged under the bumper and unable to get free.

“Get me out from under here,” cried jem, as s/he wriggled to free he/rself. “Don’t panic jem,” billybear warned, “that’ll only make things worse. banky, go get the jack!” “What’s that you are saying billybear? i have a hard time hearing you with my head stuck under here.” “i asked bankyboo to get the jack so we can get this off you,” billy replied. “i don’t want banky to jack me off… besides i’ve got Princess’s cage on remember?” said jemmie. “Not jack you off silly jem, jack the truck off of you.” billy tried to explain again.

Bankyboo searched every compartment on the “Kum and Go” tanker trying to find a jack, but there was none to be found. It was bad enough that they where all locked up and could not Kum and now it seemed they could not Go either!

“Billy, I can’t find a jack anywhere,” reported banky. “What will we do?” asked lucky pet. Stuck under the truck, jem couldn’t help but think to he/rself that a C-cup would probably have been just fine, and wondered why s/he had to be so greedy in growing boobies. Then it came to he/r. “Hey, i have an idea,” she says. “pantysue, you’ve been working out haven’t you? i know i read something about it in your vacation blog http://pantysuesdiary.blogspot.com . Can’t you just lift the truck up?”

“i have buffed up some jemmie,” pantysue replied. “But i am not sure i am strong enough to lift a tanker truck!” “Come on pantysue, give it a try!” the rest of the group pleaded, exhorting the buffed up sissy on. “All right, lets give it a try,” pantysue said. “i am going to take my shirt off and get limbered up and ready to do this, the rest of you guys find a chain or cable to attach to the bumper.”

While pantysue was getting ready to try to extract he/r friend from under the bumper, the others were able to find a strong cable and rigged it up to the bumper in hopes pantysue would be strong enough. With not just he/r shirt off but everything except cock cage removed, pantysue strained mightily and lifted the cab of the tanker ever so slightly.

The others rushed to help jemmie pull he/rself out after what seemed like an eternity of being trapped; jemmie was finally free. “There you go jem, you are free at last,” cheered bankyboo. Although jemmie is actually used to being trapped for an eternity, s/he was still very happy to be out from under the truck, but then s/he reminded booboo, “Free? you think i am free? i won’t be free… you won’t be free… none of us will be free until we get this gas truck to Princess.”

“Let me try to start this thing,” said lucky pet. “Give me the keys pantysue.” “Keys? you need keys to start it?” pantysue sheepishly replied. “You sissies drive me nuts,” says lucky pet, “of course you need keys! Let a real man try to start this truck up!” Of course with the help of the keys, lucky pet was able to get the truck going. We all h/pped in (with bankyboo hopping the most!) and away we went.

“Do you know where you are going lucky pet? Don’t you think we should get directions?” jemmie asked, having now recovered from being groped by thatkbumper. “Why do women always think we need to ask for directions?” lucky replied, “i know perfectly well how to get to Princess’s cottage, we just take that long highway you see ahead of us and we will be there in no time!”

“Did you see that billboard we just passed banky? Looks like women are now selling cock cages door to door along with the other Avon Lady stuff!” said jemmie. “And did you see the size of that thing?” pantysue piped in. “Does the Avon Lady get out to the farm lands?” asked bankyboo. “i sure hope so,” our lucky driver said, “i think Princess would agree that it is just what i need!”

“Lucky, are you sure you are going the right way?” asked jemmie. “Yah, things seem to be looking weird… sort of turning grey and ugly,” says bankyboo. “If we are getting closer to Princess’s cottage, shouldn’t things be getting more fairlike,” pantysue pondered. “You and your fairy stuff pantysue! We are in the wasteland, things aren’t going to be pretty here,” billybear warned.

Just then lucky hit the breaks hard and the tanker came to a screeching halt. We had run into a box canyon and the road came to a dead end. And this wasn’t just any box canyon, this was Giantess canyon! And there they were in front of us, five of the largest amazons any of us had ever seen, and they started marching over towards us!

“Put it in reverse lucky, we’ve got to get out of here!” jemmie yelled. “You can’t just back up a tanker like this,” lucky replied. Just then one of the amazons straddles the hood of the tractor and sits on it, crushing the engine. The other four start to surround us and we have no where to go.

“i am going to make a run for it,” says boo. “you’ll never make it,” says jemmie, “you would have to be superhuman to make it by them!” “Hey, that gives me an idea,” billy bear exclaims. “Why don’t we all become superheroes! They might just be afraid of us if we do that.” “pantysue, what you did to get jemmie free was like superwoman,” says banky, and like magic pantysue became supersissy!

“That is freaking amazing,” cries billybear. “i have always been a little screwed up myself, and no one seems to really be able to figure out exactly what i am,” he adds. “Sort of like that Jack Sparrow guy in Pirates,” says lucky, and poof…

“Jack Sparrow is no superhero,” jemmie protests, “you have to be like Spiderman or something if you really want to be a superhero.” And again like magic, jem is transformed.

“i think the best superhero out there right now is that big green ogre Shrek,” says bankyboo, “maybe that’s who i should be?” But this time the magic didn’t quite work so well. Somehow the name bankyboo had caused the transformation to come out a little differently than banky had expected…

“Oh great,” lucky pet exclaims, “a bankyboo baby ogre! That’s a scary sight! you are all a bunch of sissy heroes or even worse. I guess it will take a real man to help us get out of this mess,” lucky boasts, and poof…

The other four break out in hysterical laughter at lucky pet and his superhero costume. And just as they do, they notice the amazons slowly backing away covering their eyes. “Look,” yells banky, “they are afraid of us superheroes!” “i don’t think it’s us they are afraid of,” says billy, “i think it’s the mankini that has them backing away!”

Will lucky pet’s mankini save the pets? How will they get out of the box canyon with their only means of transportation crushed? Will billybear find his true identity? Stay tuned…


TO BE CONTINUED !