This is the second story in the "Digital Dominion" Series following "Special Agent Jessica Rabbit".
None of the characters in the story actually are Mowgli or Poison Ivy.
They are just called that. All the "Mowglis" are all full grown men over 18. I repeat no one in this story is under age.
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No one saw it coming. Digital Dominion was an entire world built inside the computer. They knew hackers would try to get in and use it to their advantage. So they set up every defense possible. They were going to keep the hackers outside. They failed to consider what would happen if someone hacked them from within.
Martin Wallace was a black-hat for hire. He had been contacted by the women calling themselves Jannilove via a chat room he frequented on the dark web. They provided everything he needed to be admitted into Digital Dominion. As far as the administrators knew he was meek little artist Miles Harwood who could barely even turn a computer on let alone use it. They had no reason to suspect how dangerous he actually was.
Once in Wallace went to work. Sneaking off into the Sci-fi world he began 'borrowing' the technology he needed to access the master controls for the whole system. It took a few weeks to finish his project undiscovered but finally finished he smuggled it into the Jungle world. There the women of Jannilove awaited him.
God they were gorgeous. In their early thirties and forties the women were sexual goddesses with long luscious legs, large powerful hips, strong powerful arms, and massive heavy breasts. Each wore nothing but the skimpiest bikini imaginable.
"Here you go Ladies."
He handed the woman clearly in the lead the small device which he had disguised as an old school TV remote.
"So where's my cash?"
"You want your payment?" the leader asked.
"Well duh."
"Here you go."
She pressed in her command. Wallace felt weird. It was if every cell in his body was tingling. Wait he didn't have cells anymore. His code was tingling. They were rewriting his code! The world spun out of his control. When it settled again he was on his hands and knees. He saw a puddle of water below him. He was reflected back in it. Except it wasn't him. What he saw was Mowgli from the Jungle Book. What the hell? He looked at his hands and saw they were the hands of a small Indian boy. No, he was the same age. He had always been short. They had just made him look more like the cartoon character. What the hell?
"He's all your's," the leader said.
"Goody!"
One of the busty babes scooped him up and squished him against her breasts.
"I'm gonna love raping you for all eternity jungle boy."
With that she bounded off carrying the former man Martin Wallace to his new life. The leader smiled down at her new controller.
"Test run complete," she told the others, "let the hunt begin."
Life in Digital Dominion was sudden. Everyone who lived there was used to that fact. Since everything in the world was programmable data everything they knew could change on a fundamental level at any given moment. Still suddenly being asleep one moment in a warm bed and then a nanosecond later laying on the ground in the jungle was very disconcerting.
The nine men, all dwarfs, stood up to find themselves surrounded on all sides by amazingly busty babes in bikinis. One strutted forward holding a small black remote.
"There will be a small tingling sensation," she told them, "I apologize."
She pressed a button. The men were thrown off balance as the world around them began to spin. The women saw things differently. They watched as nine very different little men as their skin changed, their hair became black bowl cuts, and their clothes became nothing more than red loin clothes.
"You will have a five minute head start. If you can reach the temple you'll find the button to return you to your normal state. If not the life you knew is over. Your time begins now."
***
My name is Lowell. Well my name was Lowell. Now my name is Mowgli though I also answer to Jungle Boy. I had been a successful lawyer out in the real world. For the last three years here in Digital Dominion I had been a farmer in the country zone. Then last week the Mowgli Hunt hit. I was stolen from my bed, dumped in the jungle zone and transformed into Mowgli from the goddamn Jungle Book cartoon. To make matters worse I was being hunted.
Now normally a beautiful blonde wearing nothing but a leather jacket and bikini bottoms unable to hold her massive ass who wanted nothing more than to get her hands on me would be a dream come true. They wanted a hunt though. So I was compelled to try and reach the temple and my old life. I knew this urge was not my own but I couldn't fight it. I wish I could because running through the undergrowth in nothing but a loincloth sucked.
Monkeys dropped from the canopy surrounding me. That wouldn't be so bad except these weren't real monkeys. OK I know it's Digital Dominion so they are no 'real' monkeys here. These were created specifically by my huntress to help with her hunt. They dove for me but I managed to dive out of the way as the collided together. I took off again. Godammit where was that temple? Suddenly I saw a girl up ahead carrying a pitcher of water on her head up the path to a village. She could help me! Hell I could at least hide in the village until the coast was clear.
I made it to the river before an orangutan grabbed me holding me upside down dangling from the tree. The Woman arrived.
"Give me him."
Louie tossed me through the air and a I landed in her arms.
"Gotcha Jungle Boy."
She shoved me up against her breasts and zipped the jacket closed. It then morphed around us forming a tight seal. I wasn't getting out till she said.
"I've altered my own body too," she told me as she walked, "my sweat now releases an aphrodisiac pheromone. I'm gonna leave you in there for a few days so you can stew in them. Once you're good and unbelievably horny and only then I'll let you out and ravish you. After that our new life together can truly begin."
Gah! She's unzipping the jacket. God I'm so horny I can't wait for my new owner to take me and end my suffering. Bye.
***
Bernard. My name is Bernard not Mowgli. I don't care what those crazy bitches say. There was no way in hell they were catching me. After all I had been a damn good bounty hunter in the outside world. Here I was a beloved circus strong man. I could avoid these amatures no problem and I can handle myself. Of course having my muscles back wouldn't hurt. SNAP! Someone was close by. Peeking out onto the game trail I saw one of the women. It was a blond with a bikini it looked like her ass was trying to eat. She was carrying a clay water jug. She set it down and stopped to fiddle with her top. It rolled down hill close to where I was hiding. I could knock her out with it and steal her remote. I was out of here!
As quietly as I could I crept out and grabbed the jug. As soon as I did a pink powder shot out and into my face. I collapsed limp but fully conscious.
"Gotcha!" she teased.
She grabbed my arms and slipped them up under her bikini one on either ass cheek. The swimsuit morphed around them becoming manacles. Humming happily to herself she continued on along the path she had been on as if nothing had happened. I knew she could instantly teleport us anywhere she wanted. She was doing this to show me she owned me now. After what felt like an eternity of walking or dragging in my case my once defiant spirit was now broken. She knew it too.
I dropped to the floor of an English manor house. The jump had been instant. Silky black sheets shot off the bed wrapping around me pinning my arms to my side. I was then yanked up onto the bed. My captor smiled at me. Her clothes vanished and she climbed up to join me. I felt a breeze. Looking down I saw my loincloth was gone.
"Get ready Jungle Boy," she teased, "with this remote I'm gonna make this screwing last weeks."
