Super-Insole
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
gtsrp
You take a breather, a moment to compose yourself, before beginning to reform. The glob that you are inflates like rising dough inside an oven. Features begin to take shape; an arm pops up, your mouth, a foot. You bask in the relief, to the point that you don't notice Supergirl lift one of her feet and turn on the spot. Her foot hovers around right over you and, in an instant, comes down. Any reforming progress you made is undone. All you're able to scream out is a "wait--" before you're silenced under her weight.
Supergirl heard your plea for help, though, what with her super-hearing. All it results in is her turning around on the spot, swinging her other foot around, meaning that all of her weight it placed on you as she spins, grinding you beneath her. A burning feeling. You're now positively bonded to the skin of her sole. As if smelling like a super-fart wasn't bad enough, now you're slick with the pungent aroma of her foot.
After inspecting behind her, even using her X-ray vision, and not noticing anything amiss, Supergirl returns to getting dressed. She slides one foot through her super-suit, and then the other -- the one you're attached to. You have no choice, you're brought along for the ride; one with her foot. After that, she puts her everyday work clothes on, on top of the super suit. It seems impractical but who are you to judge; you're just an insole, after all.
Supergirl takes a seat on the end of her bed and casually slips each of her feet into a flat. You're plunged into the fetid darkness of her shoe, forced to endure her weight with every step for the rest of the day. At least, you hope it'll only be a day.
Supergirl heard your plea for help, though, what with her super-hearing. All it results in is her turning around on the spot, swinging her other foot around, meaning that all of her weight it placed on you as she spins, grinding you beneath her. A burning feeling. You're now positively bonded to the skin of her sole. As if smelling like a super-fart wasn't bad enough, now you're slick with the pungent aroma of her foot.
After inspecting behind her, even using her X-ray vision, and not noticing anything amiss, Supergirl returns to getting dressed. She slides one foot through her super-suit, and then the other -- the one you're attached to. You have no choice, you're brought along for the ride; one with her foot. After that, she puts her everyday work clothes on, on top of the super suit. It seems impractical but who are you to judge; you're just an insole, after all.
Supergirl takes a seat on the end of her bed and casually slips each of her feet into a flat. You're plunged into the fetid darkness of her shoe, forced to endure her weight with every step for the rest of the day. At least, you hope it'll only be a day.
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