Supergirl, as Kara Danvers, goes to work as a PA.
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 8
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copier
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gtsrp
From your perspective, it's just darkness, tangy smell, muffled noises, and getting trounced under the weight of this giant super-powered woman every other second. While getting trampled by you average woman wouldn't be ideal either, you'd much prefer it to constantly being pounded into the ground by the strength of a Kryptonian's leg; and this was just her casually walking to work; a full-on stomp would probably pulverize you beyond recovery.
At least the sole of her foot and the insole of her shoe were relatively soft, you could take solace in that; though maybe that's Stockholm syndrome. After a while the sole that you were attached to began to perspire a bit. You weren't only slick with the smell of Supergirl's foot now but also her sweat.
Kara went to a coffee shop on her way to work to pick herself up a hot drink but also one for her boss, to whom she was a personal assistant. She took the elevator up to Cat Co. and jogged into her Cat Grant's office, instinctually apologising for being a minute or two late. Cat wordlessly watched Kara place a coffee cup on her desk before saying "It's cold," without even touching it. "Umm.. it isn't. I heated it up with... the microwave." Kara awkwardly retorts. "I will not be drinking warmed up coffee," Cat says. "Go get another one. Now," Cat shoos Kara out of her room. "Yes, Miss Grant."
Kara complies, rolling her eyes as she leaves the office. At this point, your malleable form had been forced to take the shape of every indent and crease on the bottom of her foot; you were becoming one with it with every merciless step she took.
At least the sole of her foot and the insole of her shoe were relatively soft, you could take solace in that; though maybe that's Stockholm syndrome. After a while the sole that you were attached to began to perspire a bit. You weren't only slick with the smell of Supergirl's foot now but also her sweat.
Kara went to a coffee shop on her way to work to pick herself up a hot drink but also one for her boss, to whom she was a personal assistant. She took the elevator up to Cat Co. and jogged into her Cat Grant's office, instinctually apologising for being a minute or two late. Cat wordlessly watched Kara place a coffee cup on her desk before saying "It's cold," without even touching it. "Umm.. it isn't. I heated it up with... the microwave." Kara awkwardly retorts. "I will not be drinking warmed up coffee," Cat says. "Go get another one. Now," Cat shoos Kara out of her room. "Yes, Miss Grant."
Kara complies, rolling her eyes as she leaves the office. At this point, your malleable form had been forced to take the shape of every indent and crease on the bottom of her foot; you were becoming one with it with every merciless step she took.
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