Early to bed, Early to rise
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
venividivici45
Sleep, if you could even call it that, came in fits and starts. Your dreams were haunted by the night's events, and you would often jolt awake, hoping it had all been a bad dream, only to find yourself still unable to see, unable to move, unable to do anything.
After it seemed as if an eternity had passed, you finally felt your surroundings begin to shift, and rise. 'Must finally be morning.' you thought.
Then you felt the flesh around you begin to shake, and you with it, as powerful footfalls propelled your captor to her destination.
Suddenly, you felt the harsh grating of fingernails against your back, as one of them managed to scoop your head into it's groove, peeling your body back with it's motion. As the fingers receded, light flooded your vision, your eyes adjusted after so long in complete darkness, and you were granted a shaky upside down view of the living room growing further away, as your body had been ripped halfway free!
However, this time you did not begin to re-inflate, no doubt due to the fact that you had been trapped for hours. Still, you took a small amount of comfort in having your senses restored, as you were carried along into the kitchen.
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Only half-awake, Terra blearily made her way to the kitchen, idly scratching an itch on her backside, before plucking the spandex of her costume out of it's current wedge. while comfortable in combat, super-suits were never designed for casual wear. Scanning the contents of the fridge, she decided that omelets would serve as a suitable apology.
As she whisked the eggs, Terra felt the itch return. Lacking a free hand to deal with it, she backed up against the countertop, before slowly scraping her butt down it. This seemed to do the trick, and she refocused on her work.
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As your body continued to sway along nauseatingly, you began to feel yourself regaining some small amount of three - dimensionality, and as your upper body re-inflated while flopping about, those motions began to pull at your still flattened legs, and started to pull them loose. Determined not to fall to the floor, you quickly managed to grab onto the hem of Terra's uniform, so that instead of falling, your recovering form was slapped against the heroine's backside with every step she took.
She must have felt you, as you could feel her begin to back up. Glancing behind you, you could see the countertop rapidly approaching. As soon as your feet were safely hanging over the counter, you released your hold, and dropped to the surface of the counter-
Just in time for the rear you had just escaped from to slam down directly in front of you so close that it skinned your nose, landing on your feet and holding you in place, before it was dragged downwards. You felt every inch of the cheek, down to the last pore, as it's length was dragged over you, the friction parting your lips, tugging at your jaw, and flowing into your mouth, forcing you to unwillingly kiss what felt like endless yards of booty.
Finally, as if seemingly satisfied with the last dance of the last fourteen hours' humiliation conga line, the meteoric abdomen receded, and the massive figure of Terra stepping away from the counter. quickly, you ripped your feet up from the smooth granite of the countertop, and made your way to cover behind the nearby spice-rack, your squashed and stretched feet flopping like scuba flippers.
Once you were safely in cover, you grabbed your tongue, stretching it slightly out of your mouth, and frantically tried to wipe the cloying taste of stale B.O from your mouth. As your fruitless efforts continued, you suddenly heard the boom of voices coming from behind you. Peering around the spice-rack, you saw Power Girl, clearly not a morning person, shamble into the kitchen.
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Kara liked to think that see was a patient woman. No matter if she was dealing with her company's Board of Directors, or the latest rampaging supervillain, she always tried to keep a level head. (Not that she always succeeded, of course.) But when faced with the scene in her kitchen, even in her half-awake morning form, she could already tell that today would be taxing.
"Good morning, Kara!" Her quasi-sidekick called, with a chipperness did not belong anywhere near her morning.
"What is it this time, Atlee?" she grumbled. Due to being from the subterranean world, Atlee often ran afoul of the customs and rules of the surface, which usually led to her camping out in her living room. And sure enough:
"I... I might have forgotten that rent is a thing you people do up here" This explanation was followed up by a 'Please-don't-be-angry-with-me' look.
Kara's hand pinched the bridge of her nose. "We'll find you a new place to live. After breakfast."
Atlee grinned. "Thanks, Kara! You're such a good friend!"
Kara sighed, already picturing the hours - if not days - it would take to find her somewhere suitable. "I sure am."
Atlee suddenly looked contemplative. "What's that?" She asked pointing at Kara's chest. Looking down, Kara could see the top of something sticking out of the top of her cleavage. Reaching down, she gently tugged at, hoping that it wasn't another bird. With her super-strength, she rarely noticed any impacts when flying, which could lead to various airborne objects and animals becoming wedged in there. Whatever it was, it seemed to be pasted to her skin, but with a quick tug, she managed to rip the mystery object loose, before holding it up for inspection with her supervision.
"It's a... mask?"
Atlee gasped. "Did you hit the Wasp again?"
Kara grimaced at the reminder. "No, Janet makes it a point to never come near my patrol routes these days." She squinted at the mask again. "I don't recognize the design..."
Atlee set the mixing bowl on the counter, before pulling at the window of Kara's suit. "Maybe whoever it is is still trapped in there! Hello!"
Kara pulled Atlee's head out of her chest. "Hey, personal boundaries! We talked about this." she reached down into her cleavage, feeling around for anything else. "I'm perfectly capable of searching my own body, thank you very much." feeling something in her grip, she pulled her hand back up. But instead of a traumatized heroine, she instead pulled out the torn remnants of the rest of the costume.
After they both stared at it for a moment, Atlee seemed to have an idea. "They must have escaped! But then she must still be here somewhere, right?"
Kara nodded. "I'll find her." Activating her X-ray vision, she started to sweep the apartment.
After it seemed as if an eternity had passed, you finally felt your surroundings begin to shift, and rise. 'Must finally be morning.' you thought.
Then you felt the flesh around you begin to shake, and you with it, as powerful footfalls propelled your captor to her destination.
Suddenly, you felt the harsh grating of fingernails against your back, as one of them managed to scoop your head into it's groove, peeling your body back with it's motion. As the fingers receded, light flooded your vision, your eyes adjusted after so long in complete darkness, and you were granted a shaky upside down view of the living room growing further away, as your body had been ripped halfway free!
However, this time you did not begin to re-inflate, no doubt due to the fact that you had been trapped for hours. Still, you took a small amount of comfort in having your senses restored, as you were carried along into the kitchen.
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Only half-awake, Terra blearily made her way to the kitchen, idly scratching an itch on her backside, before plucking the spandex of her costume out of it's current wedge. while comfortable in combat, super-suits were never designed for casual wear. Scanning the contents of the fridge, she decided that omelets would serve as a suitable apology.
As she whisked the eggs, Terra felt the itch return. Lacking a free hand to deal with it, she backed up against the countertop, before slowly scraping her butt down it. This seemed to do the trick, and she refocused on her work.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
As your body continued to sway along nauseatingly, you began to feel yourself regaining some small amount of three - dimensionality, and as your upper body re-inflated while flopping about, those motions began to pull at your still flattened legs, and started to pull them loose. Determined not to fall to the floor, you quickly managed to grab onto the hem of Terra's uniform, so that instead of falling, your recovering form was slapped against the heroine's backside with every step she took.
She must have felt you, as you could feel her begin to back up. Glancing behind you, you could see the countertop rapidly approaching. As soon as your feet were safely hanging over the counter, you released your hold, and dropped to the surface of the counter-
Just in time for the rear you had just escaped from to slam down directly in front of you so close that it skinned your nose, landing on your feet and holding you in place, before it was dragged downwards. You felt every inch of the cheek, down to the last pore, as it's length was dragged over you, the friction parting your lips, tugging at your jaw, and flowing into your mouth, forcing you to unwillingly kiss what felt like endless yards of booty.
Finally, as if seemingly satisfied with the last dance of the last fourteen hours' humiliation conga line, the meteoric abdomen receded, and the massive figure of Terra stepping away from the counter. quickly, you ripped your feet up from the smooth granite of the countertop, and made your way to cover behind the nearby spice-rack, your squashed and stretched feet flopping like scuba flippers.
Once you were safely in cover, you grabbed your tongue, stretching it slightly out of your mouth, and frantically tried to wipe the cloying taste of stale B.O from your mouth. As your fruitless efforts continued, you suddenly heard the boom of voices coming from behind you. Peering around the spice-rack, you saw Power Girl, clearly not a morning person, shamble into the kitchen.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Kara liked to think that see was a patient woman. No matter if she was dealing with her company's Board of Directors, or the latest rampaging supervillain, she always tried to keep a level head. (Not that she always succeeded, of course.) But when faced with the scene in her kitchen, even in her half-awake morning form, she could already tell that today would be taxing.
"Good morning, Kara!" Her quasi-sidekick called, with a chipperness did not belong anywhere near her morning.
"What is it this time, Atlee?" she grumbled. Due to being from the subterranean world, Atlee often ran afoul of the customs and rules of the surface, which usually led to her camping out in her living room. And sure enough:
"I... I might have forgotten that rent is a thing you people do up here" This explanation was followed up by a 'Please-don't-be-angry-with-me' look.
Kara's hand pinched the bridge of her nose. "We'll find you a new place to live. After breakfast."
Atlee grinned. "Thanks, Kara! You're such a good friend!"
Kara sighed, already picturing the hours - if not days - it would take to find her somewhere suitable. "I sure am."
Atlee suddenly looked contemplative. "What's that?" She asked pointing at Kara's chest. Looking down, Kara could see the top of something sticking out of the top of her cleavage. Reaching down, she gently tugged at, hoping that it wasn't another bird. With her super-strength, she rarely noticed any impacts when flying, which could lead to various airborne objects and animals becoming wedged in there. Whatever it was, it seemed to be pasted to her skin, but with a quick tug, she managed to rip the mystery object loose, before holding it up for inspection with her supervision.
"It's a... mask?"
Atlee gasped. "Did you hit the Wasp again?"
Kara grimaced at the reminder. "No, Janet makes it a point to never come near my patrol routes these days." She squinted at the mask again. "I don't recognize the design..."
Atlee set the mixing bowl on the counter, before pulling at the window of Kara's suit. "Maybe whoever it is is still trapped in there! Hello!"
Kara pulled Atlee's head out of her chest. "Hey, personal boundaries! We talked about this." she reached down into her cleavage, feeling around for anything else. "I'm perfectly capable of searching my own body, thank you very much." feeling something in her grip, she pulled her hand back up. But instead of a traumatized heroine, she instead pulled out the torn remnants of the rest of the costume.
After they both stared at it for a moment, Atlee seemed to have an idea. "They must have escaped! But then she must still be here somewhere, right?"
Kara nodded. "I'll find her." Activating her X-ray vision, she started to sweep the apartment.
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