Is it really a first impression?
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
venividivici45
After you saw the titanic figure of Power Girl enter the kitchen, you knew it was only a matter of time until she found you. Her 'X-Ray Vision' would make it impossible to hide, even at your reduced size.
Frantically, you searched your hiding place for anything that might allow you to face your discovery with some small scrap of dignity. Hearing raised voices, and footsteps approaching you, you quickly tore a small price-sticker off the back of a jar, wrapping it around your waist like a kilt.
Not a moment too soon either. right as you finished affixing your impromptu garment, a massive hand reached over your hiding spot, before firmly, but gently grabbing you, and bringing you out into the open, as your world dizzying blurred, your body swung through the air pinched between two fingers, as one might carry a suspicious sock.
When your eyes stopped spinning in their sockets, you could see two faces, both bearing shocked expressions. As you waited for whatever was to come next, you heard the black-haired one-Terra, you reminded yourself- say, "That... doesn't look like a woman to me."
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"There! On the counter!" Moving quickly, Kara stepped over to the counter and, keeping one eye on the small outline her enhanced vision showed her, reached a hand over the spice-rack, lightly pinching the figure between her thumb and forefinger, before drawing them out.
Almost immediately, Terra was crowding around her, leaning in so close her eyes were practically crossed, to observe their uninvited guest. Sighing at her friends excitability, Kara nudged her back with her free hand. "They're already scared enough, don't crowd them."
Atlee grimaced sheepishly. "...Sorry." she muttered, before bouncing back into excited mode. "Well? Who is it?"
The two turned their attention to the figure for a moment, before their gazes turned to those of confusion, then shock.
"Um..." Kara managed, before Atlee blurted out, "That doesn't look like a woman to me."
Despite the enormity of what she held in her hand, Kara couldn't help a slight eye roll. "Very observant, Atlee."
As her mind began to fill with explanations for how this could be possible, she observed the little man in her grasp. As she searched his face for any familiar features, she noticed the all-too-familiar look of a man who'd been caught staring at her breasts.
Her mind then began to point out that this...this...miniscule MAN had, at one point been firmly wedged in her cleavage. The fingers that held him quickly became a fist. Walking over to the kitchen table, she unceremoniously dumped the man onto the table, before taking a seat in front of him. "I think you had better start talking, pal."
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As you hung suspended in the air between the two arguing Titanesses, you thought now would be as good a time as any to prepare your story. 'After all,' you thought 'This whole thing was all just one big accident.' You remembered how you dealt with unwanted questions from reporters; only give as much information as the question requires, and volunteer nothing.
As you thought back on the events that led you here, your gaze tipped downwards towards the start of your journey, and the twin reasons why you were now stuck in this predicament. While you had been trapped within them for hours, you hadn't really had the chance or inclination to truly appreciate them. As Power Girl's attention was now on Terra as she talked, her hand had lowered slightly, bringing you down to eye-level with her boobs.
And there they hung before you, the siren's call of her cleavage beckoning from within the suit window that had been your doom. The narrow canyon continuously compressed by massive tits, each large enough to comfortably cover a house, from your current perspective.
As you watched, enraptured, you saw the last few miniscule torn shreds of your costume, pasted to her flesh. you idly wondered if she would ever even notice them, much less be able to remove them. Thinking back to the events that caused them to be stuck there, you idly wondered if you'd ever be able to get the rank odor of her titsweat off of you, when you felt
the sensation of being watched.
Raising you gaze, you saw Power Girl staring at you, her expression rapidly becoming angry. Suddenly, the fingers holding you began to squeeze you tighter, slightly crushing your chest, before the rest of her hand closed around you, clenching you in her fist.
A moment later, you were roughly deposited onto the kitchen table, before, Power Girl slammed herself down into the chair in front of you, the forceful movement once again drawing your eyes to her chest as it lightly bounced from the act.
Her frosty tone, however, wiped any remaining lecherous thoughts from your head. "I think you had better start talking, pal."
Frantically, you searched your hiding place for anything that might allow you to face your discovery with some small scrap of dignity. Hearing raised voices, and footsteps approaching you, you quickly tore a small price-sticker off the back of a jar, wrapping it around your waist like a kilt.
Not a moment too soon either. right as you finished affixing your impromptu garment, a massive hand reached over your hiding spot, before firmly, but gently grabbing you, and bringing you out into the open, as your world dizzying blurred, your body swung through the air pinched between two fingers, as one might carry a suspicious sock.
When your eyes stopped spinning in their sockets, you could see two faces, both bearing shocked expressions. As you waited for whatever was to come next, you heard the black-haired one-Terra, you reminded yourself- say, "That... doesn't look like a woman to me."
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"There! On the counter!" Moving quickly, Kara stepped over to the counter and, keeping one eye on the small outline her enhanced vision showed her, reached a hand over the spice-rack, lightly pinching the figure between her thumb and forefinger, before drawing them out.
Almost immediately, Terra was crowding around her, leaning in so close her eyes were practically crossed, to observe their uninvited guest. Sighing at her friends excitability, Kara nudged her back with her free hand. "They're already scared enough, don't crowd them."
Atlee grimaced sheepishly. "...Sorry." she muttered, before bouncing back into excited mode. "Well? Who is it?"
The two turned their attention to the figure for a moment, before their gazes turned to those of confusion, then shock.
"Um..." Kara managed, before Atlee blurted out, "That doesn't look like a woman to me."
Despite the enormity of what she held in her hand, Kara couldn't help a slight eye roll. "Very observant, Atlee."
As her mind began to fill with explanations for how this could be possible, she observed the little man in her grasp. As she searched his face for any familiar features, she noticed the all-too-familiar look of a man who'd been caught staring at her breasts.
Her mind then began to point out that this...this...miniscule MAN had, at one point been firmly wedged in her cleavage. The fingers that held him quickly became a fist. Walking over to the kitchen table, she unceremoniously dumped the man onto the table, before taking a seat in front of him. "I think you had better start talking, pal."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
As you hung suspended in the air between the two arguing Titanesses, you thought now would be as good a time as any to prepare your story. 'After all,' you thought 'This whole thing was all just one big accident.' You remembered how you dealt with unwanted questions from reporters; only give as much information as the question requires, and volunteer nothing.
As you thought back on the events that led you here, your gaze tipped downwards towards the start of your journey, and the twin reasons why you were now stuck in this predicament. While you had been trapped within them for hours, you hadn't really had the chance or inclination to truly appreciate them. As Power Girl's attention was now on Terra as she talked, her hand had lowered slightly, bringing you down to eye-level with her boobs.
And there they hung before you, the siren's call of her cleavage beckoning from within the suit window that had been your doom. The narrow canyon continuously compressed by massive tits, each large enough to comfortably cover a house, from your current perspective.
As you watched, enraptured, you saw the last few miniscule torn shreds of your costume, pasted to her flesh. you idly wondered if she would ever even notice them, much less be able to remove them. Thinking back to the events that caused them to be stuck there, you idly wondered if you'd ever be able to get the rank odor of her titsweat off of you, when you felt
the sensation of being watched.
Raising you gaze, you saw Power Girl staring at you, her expression rapidly becoming angry. Suddenly, the fingers holding you began to squeeze you tighter, slightly crushing your chest, before the rest of her hand closed around you, clenching you in her fist.
A moment later, you were roughly deposited onto the kitchen table, before, Power Girl slammed herself down into the chair in front of you, the forceful movement once again drawing your eyes to her chest as it lightly bounced from the act.
Her frosty tone, however, wiped any remaining lecherous thoughts from your head. "I think you had better start talking, pal."
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