#impregnators

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What with the Disneyfication of various platforms, I made a home for my uh... not safe for work... comic strip version of Impregnators, here on my own homepage: http://www.evilbedtimestories.com/Impregnators.html

[augustrenfelt]

Deep Penetration Corporate Takeover

 Tomorrow sees the release of Slurp, an Impregnator story. Here is a sample:

 It was a new day at the Fraser-Norris Brewery, a new day indeed.

All the workers had gathered in the conference room, a rather bland chamber located next to the offices on the first floor. Spirits were high, as George Fraser-Norris explained that a new licensing deal had been made to replace Cola-Red, and that there would be no need for layoffs. He was sitting down as he spoke, the better to hide his large erection.

"... And without further ado, I give you Donna Yeager of our new partnership: Slurp!"

Donna stood by his side, wearing a white summer dress, and a pair of large, round sunglasses that currently rested on top of her head, holding back her thick blonde hair.

"Thank you," she began, addressing the upturned faces of the workmen gathered around the large table. "Our current plan is to continue the no brand production of all profitable properties. Thus we ensure revenue, and you gentlemen's jobs, while our marketing begins to establish the Slurp brand deep in the minds of the public. A job I can assure you that our company is committed to."

"Now, a show of hands. How many of you have heard of Slurp before?"

She looked around the table. All she saw was slightly embarrassed faces and no hands.

"Well, gentlemen. This will not do. It would appear some marketing is in order. Janat!"

The door to the conference room sprang open and a lady walked in carrying a crate of Slurp bottles. She was black of a most exquisite dark color, had large slanted eyes made up with frosted purple eye color matching her lipstick. Her hair was straight, black and gathered in a high pony tail, and her ears carried large loop earrings. Her dress was a sequined white affair, leaving her back bare all the way to the beginning of her ass, the front only barely covering her high, bouncing tits. The slits on both sides of the dress were so wide that below the navel it was more of a loincloth, the skin of her swinging hips clearly visible, her white fishnet stockings sitting high on her long, strong legs. Her feet were encased in clear plastic plateau shoes, her brown toes shiny with purple nail polish.

"Hello boys. Anybody thirsty?" Janat said with a huge smile, her white teeth flashing.

"All... all right!" somebody shouted, as wide eyes, red faces and open mouths greeted her.

"Time to party!" she yelled as she stepped up on a chair and then onto the table, to stand at the center of attention, surrounded on all sides by rapt, baffled faces looking up towards her.

She put down the crate, grabbed a bottle in each hand and popped the caps with her thumbs.

"Janat says: drink up!"

Eager hands reached out for what she had to offer.

Donna took George by the arm and let him discreetly out the door. Once outside she asked: "How do you executive lock this door?"

"Why?" he asked, confused.

"This is a team building exercise. I don't want anybody sneaking off."

George locked the door with his thumbprint.

Then they went towards the office to go through the finances again.

"Say, how are you going to cut labor costs by 75% without firing anyone?" George asked nervously as they walked.

"By introducing a brand new incentive structure," Donna Yeager answered.

They went through the company bank accounts and credit ratings for a spell before Donna briefly stepped back to look at the employee party in progress.

As she walked up the hallway she saw Naismith, a skinny man in overalls tapping at the glass in the door and shaking the doorknob.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Can somebody let me out please? Please?"

As Donna approached a black hand appeared over Naismith's mouth, pulling him back, out of sight.

Donna went to look through the glass door.

She saw one fat worker slumped back in his chair, eyes closed and mouth wide open, his face covered in white goo. Another lay on the conference table, out cold with his pants down his ankles. Several men lay at the floor, one semiconsciously sucking his thumb. Naismith's legs could be seen twitching to the far right, and his pleads could be heard through the door: "Please, let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone, please no, no, you're too big, no, argh! Argh! Let go of me! No! Pleeease!"

Seeing that things were well in hand, Donna went back to the office.

 Slurp at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FZ7MXXJ

Slurp at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/883862