Punkscape
Cheating Death
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
Trish's victory would only be short lived as she freed her chest of the sports bra which she had left her newest toy in. A woman who wore nothing but a predatory on grin on her face as she stripped away her top, freeing her admittedly large assets to the air, she would feel that grin soon disappear from her face. It soon hardening into that of an annoyed glare as her green eye's pierced down onto her breasts, even taking great care to glance down into the dark abyss which was her cleavage to see if he had simply been hiding between her two fleshy mounds, though to no luck would that be. "What the fuck?" Trish would ask to herself, practically growling in frustration as she simply stood there, dumbfounded over what she saw, or perhaps the lack therefor of it.
Her experience as a Goddess was far too short lived for her liking, it had only been a few hours! The power she felt, the rush of having someone quite literally under her thumb. Luke in his special condition who had started off the day inches tall, had went to Microscopic in practically the span of ten minutes. A tingle flowing up her spine at the mere memory of that, as well as doing something to ease her anger over the situation. Still, all it did was make her yearn for more, to have more than just little Luke under her thumb, perhaps an entire metropolis, or maybe even more than that. A thought that practically made her salivate as it entered her mind, yet it also made itself known to be a double edged sword as it would only serve as a cruel reminder of that not being possible.
Although, still, there was her one soul which she absolutely ruled over, Luke. Whilst it annoyed her to not be able to see him with her eyes, to feel her as her body dominated him, and in some cased in that MMA match, also murdered him to decrease him no doubt to what he is now. There was still that thought of just how much power she still held over him, granted he was still on her body somewhere. After all, it wasn't as if Trish could prove it.....or could she? Naturally, as Trish went about getting dressed. Merely throwing a T-shirt on over her actual bra and a black zip up hooded jacket which sported a decal of her favorite metal band on the front of it. There was someone whom would also feel these actions, only on a much grander scale.
Eye's fluttering open, Luke would awake for an amount of times he couldn't even count anymore. His last few memories being the thunderous voice of Trish which had nearly deafened or even reduced him further from the closeness and sheer power of it due to their size difference. Of course, how could he forget the other senses which were assaulted. His ears which he still somehow retained his ability to hear, and even his sense of direction, having been tossed several miles up and down which each movement, and strike given by and too Trish in her fight. A crushing fist, planetary in it's own right crashing into Trish's chest, nearly everyone crushing him and leaving him in the spot he found himself in now.
Waking up disorientated, and yet somehow aware of just what this meant. Though it may have been hard not too, considering the sheer amount of times Luke "died" whilst in Trish's hands today alone in comparison to his entire life. He a daredevil by nature, leading to the size he had been prior to today, yet that took him all those years leading up to today to achieve. Trish made that lifestyle look like a mere joke today and as his eye's would adjust, he would just wish for final death to escape this nightmare. There was no doubt about it, he was still on someone, presumably Trish and further to presume, her breast still yet. It was impossible to tell the finer details as to whom it was and where he was because any definition of location simply ceased to be. A curvature which would have been her planet size bosom just didn't exist now.
His location was akin to actual purgatory, for as far as he could see, it was just tanned flesh. No hills, mounds or the aforementioned curvature. Instead it was just steady and flat skin. There was nothing, simply nothing in any direction, and Luke knew there was no hope in running in a single direction and hoping for the best. The only thing he could have hoped for was in several years, if not his entire lifetime to reach her nipple which if he were to guess was probably now the size her breasts previously were to him now, planets in their own right. It was enough to make him want to simply collapse to his knees in anguish.
Meanwhile in the actual world, Trish was just closing her locker up, and throwing her backpack over her shoulder. The clothes she had come in with inside of it whilst she left in that t-shirt and hooded jacket, still wearing her Trunks from the fight, and even her hands still taped up. Her mind simply remaining on one thing, the little Luke who may or may not be missing from her body. A problem which seemed to only irk her the more she thought about it, only whens he pushed open the back entrance to the building had she made up her mind on what her options were. On one hand, she could simply forget about him, and relish in the thought that she was everything to him now. Or, she could visit her girlfriend, Mizuki. She after all was the brainy type, and would perhaps have an answer on locating Luke, and perhaps even more. Not to mention, she could use a little help unwinding from her fight.
The Girlfriend
Name: Mizuki Nishimura
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5' even, Mizu is a smaller girl who doesn't even weigh over a 100 pounds. She has black hair which barely reaches past her chin and is often kept in a messy fashion for just that, style. She of course has dark brown eyes and all the features you would assume for a Japanese woman. Attire wise, she doesn't stand out much. She opting for what could be considered a punk look. A tight fitting t-shirt and even tighter fitting pair of skinny jeans, both of which black in color, the shirt having a rising sun decal on it and the lettering of her home country covering the front. An old beat up pair of traditional black and white chucks would be what she calls her shoes. She can often be seen in a black and white zip up hooded jacket, fitting close to her body like the rest of her clothes
Personality: Even in Japan this young lady was quite the case, now but a transfer student she is all but different if not worse. Mizu is a highly arrogant young woman. Highly confident in herself which leads her to looking down on others. Something which has only gotten worse since her exchange transfer to the States. Being this way, it's a safe bet to say she doesn't really have any friends. Not wanting to invest the time in anything since she will be going back to Japan after the school year. Although Trish would be the exception to this rule, being someone whom Mizuki immediately felt drawn too since day one. A rarity for both of them, Trish's violent and brutish personality, and Mizuki the arrogant intellectual simply counter balanced that it seemed.
Her experience as a Goddess was far too short lived for her liking, it had only been a few hours! The power she felt, the rush of having someone quite literally under her thumb. Luke in his special condition who had started off the day inches tall, had went to Microscopic in practically the span of ten minutes. A tingle flowing up her spine at the mere memory of that, as well as doing something to ease her anger over the situation. Still, all it did was make her yearn for more, to have more than just little Luke under her thumb, perhaps an entire metropolis, or maybe even more than that. A thought that practically made her salivate as it entered her mind, yet it also made itself known to be a double edged sword as it would only serve as a cruel reminder of that not being possible.
Although, still, there was her one soul which she absolutely ruled over, Luke. Whilst it annoyed her to not be able to see him with her eyes, to feel her as her body dominated him, and in some cased in that MMA match, also murdered him to decrease him no doubt to what he is now. There was still that thought of just how much power she still held over him, granted he was still on her body somewhere. After all, it wasn't as if Trish could prove it.....or could she? Naturally, as Trish went about getting dressed. Merely throwing a T-shirt on over her actual bra and a black zip up hooded jacket which sported a decal of her favorite metal band on the front of it. There was someone whom would also feel these actions, only on a much grander scale.
Eye's fluttering open, Luke would awake for an amount of times he couldn't even count anymore. His last few memories being the thunderous voice of Trish which had nearly deafened or even reduced him further from the closeness and sheer power of it due to their size difference. Of course, how could he forget the other senses which were assaulted. His ears which he still somehow retained his ability to hear, and even his sense of direction, having been tossed several miles up and down which each movement, and strike given by and too Trish in her fight. A crushing fist, planetary in it's own right crashing into Trish's chest, nearly everyone crushing him and leaving him in the spot he found himself in now.
Waking up disorientated, and yet somehow aware of just what this meant. Though it may have been hard not too, considering the sheer amount of times Luke "died" whilst in Trish's hands today alone in comparison to his entire life. He a daredevil by nature, leading to the size he had been prior to today, yet that took him all those years leading up to today to achieve. Trish made that lifestyle look like a mere joke today and as his eye's would adjust, he would just wish for final death to escape this nightmare. There was no doubt about it, he was still on someone, presumably Trish and further to presume, her breast still yet. It was impossible to tell the finer details as to whom it was and where he was because any definition of location simply ceased to be. A curvature which would have been her planet size bosom just didn't exist now.
His location was akin to actual purgatory, for as far as he could see, it was just tanned flesh. No hills, mounds or the aforementioned curvature. Instead it was just steady and flat skin. There was nothing, simply nothing in any direction, and Luke knew there was no hope in running in a single direction and hoping for the best. The only thing he could have hoped for was in several years, if not his entire lifetime to reach her nipple which if he were to guess was probably now the size her breasts previously were to him now, planets in their own right. It was enough to make him want to simply collapse to his knees in anguish.
Meanwhile in the actual world, Trish was just closing her locker up, and throwing her backpack over her shoulder. The clothes she had come in with inside of it whilst she left in that t-shirt and hooded jacket, still wearing her Trunks from the fight, and even her hands still taped up. Her mind simply remaining on one thing, the little Luke who may or may not be missing from her body. A problem which seemed to only irk her the more she thought about it, only whens he pushed open the back entrance to the building had she made up her mind on what her options were. On one hand, she could simply forget about him, and relish in the thought that she was everything to him now. Or, she could visit her girlfriend, Mizuki. She after all was the brainy type, and would perhaps have an answer on locating Luke, and perhaps even more. Not to mention, she could use a little help unwinding from her fight.
The Girlfriend
Name: Mizuki Nishimura
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5' even, Mizu is a smaller girl who doesn't even weigh over a 100 pounds. She has black hair which barely reaches past her chin and is often kept in a messy fashion for just that, style. She of course has dark brown eyes and all the features you would assume for a Japanese woman. Attire wise, she doesn't stand out much. She opting for what could be considered a punk look. A tight fitting t-shirt and even tighter fitting pair of skinny jeans, both of which black in color, the shirt having a rising sun decal on it and the lettering of her home country covering the front. An old beat up pair of traditional black and white chucks would be what she calls her shoes. She can often be seen in a black and white zip up hooded jacket, fitting close to her body like the rest of her clothes
Personality: Even in Japan this young lady was quite the case, now but a transfer student she is all but different if not worse. Mizu is a highly arrogant young woman. Highly confident in herself which leads her to looking down on others. Something which has only gotten worse since her exchange transfer to the States. Being this way, it's a safe bet to say she doesn't really have any friends. Not wanting to invest the time in anything since she will be going back to Japan after the school year. Although Trish would be the exception to this rule, being someone whom Mizuki immediately felt drawn too since day one. A rarity for both of them, Trish's violent and brutish personality, and Mizuki the arrogant intellectual simply counter balanced that it seemed.
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