Iris was usually a kind, caring and courageous young woman, unfortunately for Ralph, everyone had a breaking point; and with everything that happened in Iris's life (Barry in Jail and the thinker on the loose) hers had become far more reachable. "okay Ralph. You want to make it up to me?! I know just how!!" Ralph's already scramble senses became impossible to interpret as the journalist's booming voice washed over him, leaving him unable to resist Iris's grip as she angrily walked to the bathroom.
giving a quick look around to make sure she was alone, Iris entered a stall in the woman's rest room and opened her palm to look at the target of her wrath. Her eyes softened for a moment, guilt setiling for her friend's sorry state , but her thought process quickly became dark as she remembered she was wearing a thong when Ralph looked her skirt. embarrassment worsening her already foul mood before a wicked idea to form in her mind, she was a little shocked that she could think of something so cruel, she really shouldn't...but she had to admit, it would be nice to
Ralph couldn't find words for how disorientating the experience of iris warping his body was, his now-limited control over his powers made it impossible to resist as she spent several minutes reworking his body into the shape suitable for her punishment, Just as he thought he was about to pass out from the strain: He felt the sensations stop, and the elongated man could nothing ibut look and see Iris's expressionless face, the pair did nothing but look at each other for a moment, Ralph desperately hoping iris would calm down and give a chance to explain himself. a hope that dies when he saw the journalist flash a satisfied grin, he had little time to contemplate before Iris left him on top of the toilet and began to remove her shoes, Ralph began to panic at the sight (was she going to crush him!?) before it turned to bafflement as she slowly pulled her thong off her waist before dropping it in the toilet. what possible reason could she have to..no, she wouldn't!
The panic had no time to set in before the Hero was snatched from the tank and brought to Iris's feet, Ralph desperately struggled as Iris casually pulled him up her toned legs, his face growing closer and closer to her enormous behind until he was past her skirt. The man-turned-thong tried to scream to his captor to forgive him, but, his mouth melded shut, he could do nothing and with one last tug, Iris settled the waistband on her hips and the string that was once his head disappeared into the darkness between her cheeks.
Iris quickly pulled her boots back on and pressed flush on the toilet, walking out of the bathroom, she had to admit, Ralph felt good. The journalist was pulled from admiring the new addition to her wardrobe as she felt another text from her dad, and her prisoner was shuffled to the back of her mind as she left Star Labs.
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