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The Domination of Gaz	By : sadarax Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 7480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This work is pure fiction.

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Chapter 2 In Evening Dress

Gaz kicked open the door to their house and tottered through it, struggling to keep her balanced under the weight of her bulging sack of candy. Outside the dark night reflected the lateness of the hour.

“Jeez Gaz. My feet are killing me. Did we have to go to every house in town?” complained Dib, who entered right behind her, carrying an equally bulging sack of candy.

“Whiner.” Gaz muttered in response.

Gaz's full body piggy costume forced her to walk slightly bowlegged. The weight her collected sweets made it even more difficult. When she reached the couch, she roughly dumped her bag onto the floor.

She sighed and wiped her forehead with her hand. She really liked her little piggy girl outfit, as she loved almost everything related to little piggies. But she reflected the full body costume was perhaps a bit warm and big for the strenuous tricker-or-treating she had just done.

Gaz hopped onto the couch, not even bothering to remove her piggy suit. She squirmed as she got her bum into a comfortable sitting position. Then she reach down to her candy bag and plucked a handful of goodies from the over stuffed sack. With deftly practiced fingers she tore open several wrappers of candy in seconds and began munching on them.

She then picked up the video game system control and started up the device, the television screen illuminating with the game startup screen. Dib set his own sack of candy down next to the couch and looked at his sister. She was already becoming engrossed in the video game, her hands working quickly over the controller. Occasionally a hand darted free to grab one of the opened candies and quickly stuff it into her mouth, before hurriedly returning back to play.

Dib watched his sister chew for a moment as she devoured a dozen pieces of candy.

“Man, you must really have wanted a lot of candy to keep trick-or-treating for so long like that.” he said at long last. “I guess you really are going to eat it all.”

“Well Duh!” Gaz shot back immediately.

Dib stood for a second longer looking at his sister. Then he shrugged and headed for the stairs.

He replies, “Okay then. You can have my candy. I didn't really want it anyway.” he called back to her as put his foot on the first step. “Just save me the Milk-Choco-Coconut bars okay?”

Dib heard the distinct *beep* sound effect emanate from the television speakers as the videogame was paused. He was a few steps up the stairs when he heard Gaz shout from behind him, “You're just giving them to me?”

“Sure, why not? It's not like I need that much candy and I know you like it.” he replied. “I'm taking a shower.”

He continued upward and away from Gaz.

******

Gaz blinked her squinted eyes in surprise. Dib had just given her his share of Halloween candy. That was unexpected, but.... pleasing. She turned to gaze at his stuffed bag of loot. It was sizable, just like her own. Her brother had just doubled her haul for that year with only a few words.

After a second, Gaz shoved the thought aside. She turned around and went back to her game. But even as her fingers worked over the buttons, she found her mind dwelling on this unusual act of generosity from her brother.

Dib was neither mean nor cruel to her. At least not directly. True, one time her had taken the head off one her dolls, but that had been years ago. Currently he was actually rather afraid of her. Just as many others were. Considering Gaz's pronounced violent streak, he had good reason to be wary of her.

His leeriness of her aside, she was almost loathed to admit he was mildly protective of her. She hated that about Dib. It implied she needed protection. Dib usually needed help more than her. His overactive nature made his protectiveness very annoying most of the time. Many things about Dib annoyed her like that.

But he had risked quite a lot for her at times.

Gaz smiled as she remembered her sweet revenge on her brother for the incident involving the Shadow Hog and ill casted magic spells. He had been forced to clean a horribly foul nether-dimension toilet using a very awful technique.

She had done it to teach him a lesson about annoying her.

But even as Gaz smirked in mirth at the memory of his well deserved suffering, a part of her mind acknowledged that Dib had been willing to do the dirty task for her sake... and that was after he had fought his way past big rough pig guards just to demand that he pay the penance on her head.

This new, seemingly random, act of kindness... this gift of candy... pleased Gaz. She was almost annoyed to admit that Dib had done something to please her. She preferred to think of him as her annoying, rather foolish, big brother and nothing more. But this reminded her that though her brother's voice annoyed her, Dib was not that bad.

“Hey Gaz!” shouted Dib from upstairs. “Can you record Mysterious Mysteries for me?! I'm kinda tired so I'm going to sleep soon and I don't want to miss it. It's a special about Ghostly Activity on Halloween night!”

Gaz growled in annoyance at the interruption and the request.

Moments later, Gaz lounged on the couch still clad in her cute little piggy suit. While her fingers working at her videogame, she felt an all too familiar urge prick at her consciousness. It began as a little tickle, but soon magnified and made her very aware of its presence. Starting in the back of her brain, it slowly oozed forward until she felt it in her frontal lobes.

She was slightly horny. She desired... to masturbate, to sate the familiar urge she felt frequently nowadays. She usually masturbated every day or every other day. It was quite pleasant when she finally got herself off.

This time though, she concentrated on the game, and tried to ignore the feeling and the urge. She needed to make up for lost game time and as nice as jilling off was when she was done, it usually took her a long time to actually orgasm.

Time which she did not want to give up at the moment from playing videogames. This was not the first time her desires conflicted. Still she ignored the feeling, leaving her busy hands on the plastic controller and out of her panties.

But the feeling did not leave. Instead it hovered stubbornly in her mind, almost behind her eyes. Moments later Gaz felt an accompanying sensation rise around her crotch, as the soft skin of her inner thighs felt almost like they were tingling. If she let her arousal go free and allowed her mind to wonder into lustful thoughts, her thighs really would tingle, followed by her cunny becoming moist.

Gaz gave a very slight growl and clenched her teeth.

“I wish there was a way I could have sex and play videogames at the same time.” she thought as she played on through her suppressed lustful urges.

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Gaz's fingers moved tirelessly. Her motions were smooth and steady, the sound of her digits gently but firmly working. Her fingertips and palms were slick with her own fluid from her exertion. Gaz's breathing was heavy, and could be heard plainly through her tiny little nose as she inhaled and exhaled rapidly from her surprised excitement.

Her eyes were half closed to slits. Her blood pumped quickly through her veins as her heart thumped in her budding young chest. Her fingers and palms became slightly more damp as her motions increased in speed momentarily. She was close. She was almost there. Just a little... more....

Half a moment later, the television emitted an upbeat triumphant burst of music, signaling her digital victory. The Game Slave console system displayed “Gaz Wins” on the bright and shining screen before her. Gaz let out a satisfied sigh.

The perpetual frown line on Gaz's face momentarily lifted, curving into a slight smile. Her happiness was even more visible however, by her raised eyebrows. Her hands relaxed, the Game Slave system controller cradled in her half limp grip. She panted a few times, catching her breath.

Suddenly noticing her heavier breathing, Gaz's head snapped up to look around herself hurriedly, feeling embarrassed. She was alone. No one was there. The living room was empty. Good. She rather disliked the idea of anyone seeing her like this.

The game beaten, Gaz stood up and stretched, the pinkish-purple fabric of her little piggy suit rustling as she moved. She looked around again and then listened. She could not hear anyone else in the house. Unless Dib had left without her knowing, he was probably asleep upstairs. Her eye twitched at the thought of him.

Abruptly her stomach rumbled, demanding sustenance. A few pieces of candy were no substitute for real food. She turned and headed towards the kitchen, her perpetual frown returning as she moved.

“I wish there was an easier way to eat and play games.” she muttered to herself as she reached the refrigerator.

Gaz pulled out a cold box of Bloatys pizza, plucked a slice from within, and took a bite. The extensively greasy mouthful tasted good to Gaz. She loved Bloatys. The ultra greasy bread. The almost liquid cheese covering. The very bland, nigh spice free, pepperoni. She loved it. It defied all logic why she liked this junk food so much, yet she did.

Returning to the couch, pizza box in hand, she withdrew another slice and began munching on the cold triangular bread. She wiped her hand on the material of her costume's thigh as she picked up the controller for the big game console. As she held the controller in one hand, she grimaced. She quickly swallowed her current bite of pizza, and then stuffed the entire rest of the slice into her tiny mouth.

Hastily grabbing yet another slice, she stuffed that too into her maw, cramming it almost effortlessly into herself, making her cheeks bulge. Then she wiggled her petite bottom on the couch cushion, getting comfortable. She gripped the controller in both hands, while she slowly chewed her mass of food.

A moment later, she had started another game and was playing actively as always. Her stomach twinged, telling her it still hungered. Gaz deftly whipped a hand to her left, grabbed another slice and hurriedly drove the greasy wedge into her open mouth, bulging her cheeks once more. The next instant her hand was back on the controller, missing just barely more than a few seconds of game play.

Gaz smirked to herself. She could get around having to juggle playing games and eating at the same time. She loved to eat. Loved food. Her constant desire to play videogames conflicted with that desire sometimes, but she managed.

Even as Gaz started in on a new game, her body quickly made her aware of its other demand. She felt that familiar hormone haze return to cloud the forefront of her mind with would-be arousal. Stabs of lust pricked at her conscious mind distractedly. Her thighs actually tingled slightly as she shifted her curvy little bottom on the cushion again.

She spread her legs in an attempt to be more comfortable against the new sensation.

As a few minutes passed, the idea of rubbing one off steadily became more appealing to Gaz as she sat on the couch. It did not take long before she grunted, mashed the pause button and halted the game. She slid off the couch and hopped onto the floor. Leaving the empty pizza box where it was, she headed towards the stairs. She grabbed her Game Slave 2 from table as she went, taking it with her to play with after she had “taken care of business.”

As she ascended the stairs, Gaz's thoughts jumped to boys. Boys annoyed her most of the time. All the ones her ages were very stupid. The males in her class were all awful.

As she reached the top of the stairs she sighed. It was so hard to find a boy good enough to fantasize about. She knew from experience that thinking about a boy while she fingered herself almost always led to better orgasms. The problem was, the only male of her age that Gaz could even remotely tolerate was Dib. Sufficient to say, most boys in her lustful thoughts said nothing and just did her right. They did what she said, whatever she ordered, and never talked back. Too bad more boys couldn't be like that.

Gaz smirked pessimistically. “Yeah, it'd be great if Dib shut up for a while.”

Gaz's continued to smirk as she passed by her brother's room. The door was open and she casually glanced inside, expecting to see him talking to himself animatedly as he typed into his computer. He always talked, even when he was the only one around to listen.

Gaz's eyes became huge at what she saw. She stopped her walking mid-stride. She took a step backward and froze as she stared intently into the semi-dark room.

Dib was laying on top of his bed, the moon light from outside streaming in to cover him with a pale glow. His white skin shown semi-bright in the ambient darkness. There was a lot of skin showing in fact. Dib appeared to be naked on top of his bed sheets. He snored very slightly in slumber.

Gaz blinked, her attention riveted on her brother's body. She found herself abruptly fascinated at the thought of seeing a near naked boy's body up close. It had been ages since she and Dib had bathed together, and right then.... Gaz licked her lips unconsciously as she thought getting a good eyeful of him might be good for stirring her honey pot later.

Gaz pushed the door open a bit more and tiptoed into her brother's room. As she drew closer she quickly realized that he was not naked, just... mostly. His groin was covered. She glanced at his crotch, actually wishing he was naked so she could get a good look at his pecker.

Well, she could get a closer look at least. Maybe she could see something through his undies. She needed to get closer anyway as the light in the room was poor. She stepped closer, standing right next to his bed and she bent over his sleeping form.

Standing right over him, as Gaz stared at the space between her brother's legs, she blinked in shock. Dib was wearing... black underwear? Black *leather* underwear?

She shook her head, as if to clear the weird image from her mind and looked again. Her eyes roamed up his body and scanned his chest. What she saw confirmed her initial thought.

He was... he was wearing the... but how? It could not be... and yet.... Dib, her brother, was wearing a piece of one of those black leather *bondage suits* that Gaz had seen at the costume shop.

But that was impossible. She did not *buy* this costumes from that Wicked Wishes costume shop. She was sure of it. She had only bought her little piggy costume. Where had this come from?

She stared for another moment totally stunned, before another thought struck her. Why was Dib *wearing* it? That thought was even more strange.

Not only was he wearing the leather underwear, complete with crotch zipper, he also wore the leather chest straps. They snaked around his body in several places and were all clipped together at a ring in the center of his chest.

Gaz shook her head again. This did not make any sense. She did not know how it had happened, but somehow it had.

Dib stirred in his sleep slightly, smacking lips and muttering something that sounded like “Tak” under his breath. Dib reached down an arm and scratched at his leather bound groin. Then he settled back to stillness.

Gaz remained motionless, just staring at him and watching him move. Her eyes followed the motion of his hand as his fingers brushed as his hidden genitals. Her eyes lingered there, even when his arm moved away. As Gaz watched, she blinked in surprise as the leather covering suddenly tented outwards sharply.

She realized that Dib had an erection. Probably a fullbore one. She was staring at her brother's erection, albeit covered from sight by leather. That thought sent a tingle up her spine. She licked her lips again unconsciously.

Dib could not get at his groin with his fingers, Gaz thought. His penis and testicles were bound up; hidden away from him. As Gaz stared at his locked up family jewels, she felt her heart begin to thump harder in her chest. Her mouth curving ever so slightly in a grin of mild excitement, she suddenly looked around his room.

Immediately, she spied a shopping bag on the floor nearby. The words “Wicked Wishes” were written on it. It looked exactly like the bag she had brought her own costume home in. She stepped over to it and peered inside. There was something in the bag, but she could not see clearly in the poor light from the moon and the little light from the hallway.

Gaz put down the Game Slave 2, which she had been holding this entire time. She reached inside the bag and slowly drew out a pair of hand cuffs. These she quietly placed on the carpet and then reached into the bag again. This time she withdrew some chains and ankle cuffs.

Gaz felt her excitement turn to adrenaline. She felt the blood in her veins pumping at an elevated rate. She glanced up at Dib. He was still sound asleep.

She looked back at the cuffs and chains on the ground. Thoughts swirled in her head. Fueled by the frustratingly near nakedness of brother's body, her lust smoldered and Gaz felt her pussy tingle with moistness.

Desires mingled with her sudden rush of hormones as she stood up from the soft carpet. She stared at her suddenly very vulnerable brother.

Gaz's expression slowly changed as she smiled very very wide.
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