She didn't hear you, and stays asleep
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
venividivici45
After a few moments, it was clear that Power Girl would not be waking up anytime soon, 'Small wonder she can't hear me over all that snoring.' you winced. Even without being enhanced by the echo chamber of her cleavage, the noise was still near-deafening. 'Must be a side effect of having such powerful lungs.' you pondered as you made your way to the edge of the bed.
Knowing she was still sound asleep, you allowed yourself to jump the full distance from the bed to the floor, knowing you'd have ample time to reform. With a quiet splat, you crumpled flat all the way to your waist, and used the time you spent reforming to peel the remnants of your shredded costume from your body. "Well," you muttered, "That's unfortunate."
After your legs had re-inflated, you began to make your way towards the dim outline of the bedroom door, and the apartment beyond. You briefly wished you could return to your normal height, but you would need to fully recover, first. Although you may have had your full range of movement, you were still tired and sore, and decided that it would be best to simply find a quiet spot somewhere to rest and heal. You would sneak out in the morning, after Power Girl left.
On your way out the door, you stopped at the discarded cape laying in the middle of the floor, looking to you like a deflated circus tent. grabbing a corner of it, you managed to wipe of the worst of the layers of sweat coating you, though the smell remained.
After setting off down the darkened hall, you found yourself in a small living room. After a moment's deliberation, you headed for the couch. It was the closest hiding place to the door. You had reached the middle of the room when you noticed the cat. A fat ginger tabby curled up on a small bed next to the couch. It seemed to be asleep, but you weren't willing to take any chances. Thinking quickly, you crept to the opposite end of the couch, and clambered up onto its cushions. If you tucked yourself in between the cushions, you thought you would be able to evade detection from the cat, or it's owner. At the very worst, if you were sat on, you would be stuck to the couch, and could reform at your leisure.
So absorbed in thought were you, that you failed to notice the massive dark shadow moving behind you. As you crept along the couch, you heard none of the silent footfalls as the figure padded across the floor. When you reached the gap between the cushions, you took one last look over your shoulder, checking that the cat wasn't sneaking up on you, only for your eyes to widen as you saw...
Knowing she was still sound asleep, you allowed yourself to jump the full distance from the bed to the floor, knowing you'd have ample time to reform. With a quiet splat, you crumpled flat all the way to your waist, and used the time you spent reforming to peel the remnants of your shredded costume from your body. "Well," you muttered, "That's unfortunate."
After your legs had re-inflated, you began to make your way towards the dim outline of the bedroom door, and the apartment beyond. You briefly wished you could return to your normal height, but you would need to fully recover, first. Although you may have had your full range of movement, you were still tired and sore, and decided that it would be best to simply find a quiet spot somewhere to rest and heal. You would sneak out in the morning, after Power Girl left.
On your way out the door, you stopped at the discarded cape laying in the middle of the floor, looking to you like a deflated circus tent. grabbing a corner of it, you managed to wipe of the worst of the layers of sweat coating you, though the smell remained.
After setting off down the darkened hall, you found yourself in a small living room. After a moment's deliberation, you headed for the couch. It was the closest hiding place to the door. You had reached the middle of the room when you noticed the cat. A fat ginger tabby curled up on a small bed next to the couch. It seemed to be asleep, but you weren't willing to take any chances. Thinking quickly, you crept to the opposite end of the couch, and clambered up onto its cushions. If you tucked yourself in between the cushions, you thought you would be able to evade detection from the cat, or it's owner. At the very worst, if you were sat on, you would be stuck to the couch, and could reform at your leisure.
So absorbed in thought were you, that you failed to notice the massive dark shadow moving behind you. As you crept along the couch, you heard none of the silent footfalls as the figure padded across the floor. When you reached the gap between the cushions, you took one last look over your shoulder, checking that the cat wasn't sneaking up on you, only for your eyes to widen as you saw...
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