Jumanji: Monkey Business (Patreon)

Sarah Whittle walked through the remains of the department store. To say she was freaking out would be an understatement. Over twenty years ago, so saw her friend Alan sucked into the board game Jumanji and giant bats attacked her.

Now, here she was all those years later Alan had turned up on her doorstep with two kids to finish the game they started over two decades ago. Over two thousand hours in therapy and here she was. The storm was currently being looted with all the craziness the game had unleashed and for some god forsaken reason the hunter, Van Pelt, decided to bring it here to lure Allan.

She and the kids had barely stepped into the store when they decided to split up. Sarah couldn’t even get out a please don’t or let’s not before both kids were off. She silently cursed to herself and brushed a few strands of loose blonde hair behind her ears.

She stepped over discarded toys and boxes, wishing she had planned her outfit a bit more. Already her flats were hurting her feet and her black stockings and dark floral print skirt that reached her knees didn’t help. She had planned to just sit around the house most of the day before the trio had shown up.

She pulled her lavender oversized cardigan close around her as she stepped over more remains from the shop. It helped her feel more secure than the white tank top or vest she was wearing under it. She kept her eyes open for the safari suit wearing hunter, but he was nowhere to be seen.

The kids were also nowhere to be seen, which worried her. Sarah took a deep breath and decided to focus her search on one area at a time. She was closest to the clothing section and decided to start there.

People were running, some screaming and many taking things. Sarah found herself by the changing rooms and there was thumping coming from one. She slowly approached, wondering if someone was trapped or worse hurt inside.

“Hello?” Sarah asked as she slowly put her hand on the door. She applied a little pressure, but the door was stuck.

“Hello?” She asked again with no response. She decided to put some force into it.

As Sarah put some force into her push, the door opened inwards, and her own strength propelled her inside. The door closed behind her as a pair of monkeys that had been released by the game were waiting inside.

Sarah ducked as they swung about from the ceiling of the changing room. She had seen the havoc these devil monkeys could unleash. They literally had stolen a cop motorcycle and driven it around town. They had an almost malicious intelligence that allowed the little red furred creatures to get into more trouble than a normal monkey.

Sarah stayed crouched over and turned to try and exit. One monkey was sitting on the door and shouted when she tried to reach out for it. She flinched and kept just out of reach of touching the door. She didn’t want the monkey to reach out and bite her or touch her or anything.

She didn’t have much choice in the touching matter as the other monkey landed on her back. Sarah let out a squeal and fought from jumping. She was afraid that trying to get the monkey off would cause it to go ape on her.

“Oh, no.” Sarah whispered unsure of what to do. She wished someone was here to help, but she was stuck in this situation all on her own.

The monkey grabbed the bottom of her open lavender cardigan and pulled it up over her head. Sarah’s vision was blocked as the monkey now did some kind of dance on her back. She was so worried about getting bitten or scratched she still didn’t freak out.

She still didn’t freak out when the monkey found the waist of her skirt. She stiffened as she felt the little red colored creature lift her skirt’s waist slightly, but then it dropped it only to clap for a few moments. She also didn’t freak out when it reached inside her skirt.

Sarah did let out a small eep as the monkey pulled back on her black stockings. It wasn’t painful but it was surprising. A few threads popped and the other monkey clapped. The pulling monkey pulled for a moment longer before letting it snap back against Sarah’s waist.

She had just about enough of these monkeys when the monkey on her back saw something else worth grabbing.

Sarah’s eyes went wide as she felt the monkey’s fingers wrap around the waistband of her white briefs. She was sure this couldn’t be happening. She was a grown woman, she was in her thirties, this didn’t happen to grown women. Hell, this didn’t happen to women in general.

The monkey was much stronger than it looked as it pulled her white briefs up and out of her skirt with ease. Besides regretting her choice of outfits, Sarah could now also regret her choice of undies as they went from full coverage to no coverage as the leg holes were now out of her skirt.

If someone had told her this morning what would happen today this would be the most unbelievable part, getting a wedgie from a monkey in a changing room. The other monkey was clapping, urging the pulling one on as Sarah began to taste the cotton.

It was the first time she had been given a wedgie in decades and it took her a moment to remember the last time someone had given her one. She hadn’t been given one since her childhood boyfriend, Billy Jessup, gave her one at school for talking about Alan’s disappearance.

The monkey kept pulling and Sarah realized the monkey would stop till either she was ripped in half or her underwear was. It was time to make a move.

Without warning, she stood up, flipped her cardigan back into place and forced open the door. She moved as quickly as possible, though the wedgie slowed her down. The monkeys were not prepared, and both were easily locked back in the room as Sarah slammed the door behind her. She took a moment to breathe before moving her cardigan to see how bad it was.

Besides her butt eating her undies, her undies were eating her shirt and vest as they were now tucked into her slightly oversized white briefs. She covered up again, not that no one was watching and moved her back towards the wall.

She did another look around to make sure no one was watching and reached up under her skirt and dewedged her white briefs. She didn’t want anyone seeing her pick her seat. After another moment of fixing, the panties were back in place.

“Let’s finish this damn game.” Sarah said as she went to look for Van Pelt who had the evil board game.