Dead Again and Again
Code Geass Size Changing Interactive
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
When Kallen reached for her socks, all she could think about was what she was going to do when she got back to the rebellions headquarters, but any thought about that was thrown out the window when she saw something tumbling out from under the bed followed by her socks. Kallen stared blankly at the dirty, naked girl on the floor in front of her. At first, her brain denied what she was seeing was real. She had killed C.C. a few minutes ago. She had looked at her crushed corpse and even gloated, saying that it was a fitting end for such a pest. But there she was, looking like a mess with her hair in shambles and dirt and sweat covering her body, but she was alive. The confusion from seeing her alive slowly dwindled and was replaced by a cold growing anger.
“Damn it all,” C.C. cursed under her breath as she kept her head down in fear of what she’d see above her. She had tried to pull herself off the socks, and she might have succeeded, if they hadn’t been wet from all of Kallen’s sticky sweat. Now she was free of them and out in the open for Kallen to see. She didn’t even bother standing back up, preferring to remain on her back as the evil girl did her worse. C.C. tried to reason with her, quickly because she knew time was essential.
“Please, listen to me. Whatever you think is wrong, I’m not interested in Zero, I’m not interested in anything you do. Turn me back to normal and I swear you will never see me again, I promise,” C.C. pleaded. She waited for a response, a snide remark, anything. Kallen remained silent. Hazarding a look, C.C. lifted her head and paled at a familiar sight hovering above her head. Kallen’s foot was once more poised to crush her and above her massive naked foot, Kallen looked down with rage.
“Die!” She hissed and brought her foot down. This was no slow, descending doom but rather a stomp. One second C.C was staring at the sweaty, filthy sole of the giantess and then darkness. The sensation of the hot, smooth bottom of her slippery sole crushing her was the last sensation C.C. felt; for a few minutes.
Once more, C.C. felt the uncomfortable sensation of coming back to life. Her eyes sprang open and she sat up, right to the sight of an enraged Kallen looming above her. The giantess had stuck around to make sure she was really dead and seeing that she had failed again, Kallen reached a whole new level of anger. Snarling she brought down her foot again on the puny girl, only not with the same strength or velocity as she had previously. C.C. raised her hands up feebly to stop the giant sole from crushing her again, which only succeeded in breaking both her arms instead of her neck. She was pinned again under her sole, being smothered in the sticky, flesh and unable to move. C.C. was surprised to feel herself still alive, although she was still in a great amount of pain.
The crushing weight of Kallen’s sole weighed down on her, pulverizing bones and suffocating her. The pain was so much that C.C. had to scream, opening her mouth and getting a mouthful of Kallen’s grimy sole. She could taste sweat, grime and dirt, it was the most rancid thing she had ever tasted. She coughed up blood as her stomach clenched, her body reacting badly to the horrible taste combined with the pain. Right now, C.C. wanted to die more then ever, not because she thought she would die for the last time, but just to escape the pain and revulsion.
She didn’t get death, but Kallen did lift her foot up. The look of disgust on Kallen’s face when she saw what she’d done spoke volumes about how messed up C.C.’s body was. C.C. thought the giantess would leave her alone, instead she grumbled, “Why won’t you die,” and brought her foot down again.
Hot, smelly crushing weight was on C.C. again, lighter then ever before. Kallen was no longer trying to crush her, but just pulverize her body. Whether she was doing it to hurt C.C. bad enough so she would stay dead or just for fun, C.C. didn’t know, but she guessed that it was both. C.’C could feel herself start to slip away as the pressure continued. She stared into the pink, wrinkles on the bottom of Kallen’s sole, wondering if she’d wake up seeing them. She was nearly dead again when Kallen started twisting her sole into the puny creature. Arching her toes, she ground her sole into C.C. over and over again, not stopping until there was nothing left but a smear. Even then she stomped it again, just to make sure. With nothing left but a bloody stain, Kallen walked to the bathroom to clean up the bottom of her foot. She had bug juices all over her footsie.
It took C.C. twice as long to pull herself together. Bones were regrown, muscles formed and a whole body sprung up where only a smear had been. C.C. knew that all injuries were healed when she came back to life, but she felt sore when she opened her eye. It was a phantom pain from a brutal and vicious death she’d received. She could still clearly remember her bones cracking and her body flattening under the foul sole of the angry schoolgirl. Holding her sides, C.C. trembled, wondering what was next in store for her. It was hard to act cool and collect when you clearly remember parts of you liquefying.
“What am I going to do with you?” C.C. shakily looked up to Kallen who was debating what she had been thinking on the bed. The schoolgirl swung her feet from the bed directly over C.C. There was no sign she was going to step on her again, but seeing those instruments of death again made her shudder. C.C. would never let herself be broken, but she had learned to fear Kallen’s feet n a quick amount of time. Although soon, C.C. would learn to fear more of Kallen’s body parts.
“Damn it all,” C.C. cursed under her breath as she kept her head down in fear of what she’d see above her. She had tried to pull herself off the socks, and she might have succeeded, if they hadn’t been wet from all of Kallen’s sticky sweat. Now she was free of them and out in the open for Kallen to see. She didn’t even bother standing back up, preferring to remain on her back as the evil girl did her worse. C.C. tried to reason with her, quickly because she knew time was essential.
“Please, listen to me. Whatever you think is wrong, I’m not interested in Zero, I’m not interested in anything you do. Turn me back to normal and I swear you will never see me again, I promise,” C.C. pleaded. She waited for a response, a snide remark, anything. Kallen remained silent. Hazarding a look, C.C. lifted her head and paled at a familiar sight hovering above her head. Kallen’s foot was once more poised to crush her and above her massive naked foot, Kallen looked down with rage.
“Die!” She hissed and brought her foot down. This was no slow, descending doom but rather a stomp. One second C.C was staring at the sweaty, filthy sole of the giantess and then darkness. The sensation of the hot, smooth bottom of her slippery sole crushing her was the last sensation C.C. felt; for a few minutes.
Once more, C.C. felt the uncomfortable sensation of coming back to life. Her eyes sprang open and she sat up, right to the sight of an enraged Kallen looming above her. The giantess had stuck around to make sure she was really dead and seeing that she had failed again, Kallen reached a whole new level of anger. Snarling she brought down her foot again on the puny girl, only not with the same strength or velocity as she had previously. C.C. raised her hands up feebly to stop the giant sole from crushing her again, which only succeeded in breaking both her arms instead of her neck. She was pinned again under her sole, being smothered in the sticky, flesh and unable to move. C.C. was surprised to feel herself still alive, although she was still in a great amount of pain.
The crushing weight of Kallen’s sole weighed down on her, pulverizing bones and suffocating her. The pain was so much that C.C. had to scream, opening her mouth and getting a mouthful of Kallen’s grimy sole. She could taste sweat, grime and dirt, it was the most rancid thing she had ever tasted. She coughed up blood as her stomach clenched, her body reacting badly to the horrible taste combined with the pain. Right now, C.C. wanted to die more then ever, not because she thought she would die for the last time, but just to escape the pain and revulsion.
She didn’t get death, but Kallen did lift her foot up. The look of disgust on Kallen’s face when she saw what she’d done spoke volumes about how messed up C.C.’s body was. C.C. thought the giantess would leave her alone, instead she grumbled, “Why won’t you die,” and brought her foot down again.
Hot, smelly crushing weight was on C.C. again, lighter then ever before. Kallen was no longer trying to crush her, but just pulverize her body. Whether she was doing it to hurt C.C. bad enough so she would stay dead or just for fun, C.C. didn’t know, but she guessed that it was both. C.’C could feel herself start to slip away as the pressure continued. She stared into the pink, wrinkles on the bottom of Kallen’s sole, wondering if she’d wake up seeing them. She was nearly dead again when Kallen started twisting her sole into the puny creature. Arching her toes, she ground her sole into C.C. over and over again, not stopping until there was nothing left but a smear. Even then she stomped it again, just to make sure. With nothing left but a bloody stain, Kallen walked to the bathroom to clean up the bottom of her foot. She had bug juices all over her footsie.
It took C.C. twice as long to pull herself together. Bones were regrown, muscles formed and a whole body sprung up where only a smear had been. C.C. knew that all injuries were healed when she came back to life, but she felt sore when she opened her eye. It was a phantom pain from a brutal and vicious death she’d received. She could still clearly remember her bones cracking and her body flattening under the foul sole of the angry schoolgirl. Holding her sides, C.C. trembled, wondering what was next in store for her. It was hard to act cool and collect when you clearly remember parts of you liquefying.
“What am I going to do with you?” C.C. shakily looked up to Kallen who was debating what she had been thinking on the bed. The schoolgirl swung her feet from the bed directly over C.C. There was no sign she was going to step on her again, but seeing those instruments of death again made her shudder. C.C. would never let herself be broken, but she had learned to fear Kallen’s feet n a quick amount of time. Although soon, C.C. would learn to fear more of Kallen’s body parts.
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March 13, 2025
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