It's a Date!
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
venividivici45
In all the news footage you had had of Earth's mightiest defender, you had never seen Power Girl quite like this; she seemed almost timid as she approached you. After a moment, she seemed to have collected her thoughts. "Look, what happened last night was a disaster, pure and simple. I know how hard it can be to get started in the hero business, so, I think it's only fair if I help you out."
You could hardly believe your ears. "Help me out...?"
She nodded. "Getting into the professional circuit can take a long time, and quite a few connections. The easiest way through is working with other heroes to get your name out there, and right now, I'm the only big name who knows you. I figured it would be the best way to make... what happened up to you."
You mulled it over in your head. A partnership with one of the most famous heroes out there would go a long way towards your goals. Plus, having someone to vouch for you could easily help to cover some of the more unsavory aspects of your secret identity's corporate rise to power. Deciding to go with it, you reached out your hand. "Deal."
Power Girl looked as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Great! We can meet in a couple of days, once you've had time to recuperate, and-" she paused for a moment. "Oh! um, Where would be a good place for you?"
Wanting to keep some level of secrecy, you quickly decided that your base was out of the question. Quickly, you tried to think of a location that had no connection to you, before blurting out, "How about the top of the Mid-Town Tower?"
She immediately blushed. "S-sure. I guess I'll have to keep my guard up this time, huh?" She seemed to be trying to laugh, but it sounded slightly forced.
You could feel heat rising in your cheeks as well. "Y-yeah. wouldn't want any more accidents." 'You liar!' the back of your mind cried out, your eyes momentarily dipping back down to Power Girl's tantalizing cleavage. Her heavenly valley, even at your full normal height, was at your eye level as she stood head and shoulders above you. You watched, almost entranced as her nervous laughter did interesting things to the geography of her body.
Idly, you wondered what it would feel like to be properly, carefully, lovingly cushioned within their soft yet firm embrace-
'What am I doing, snap out of it!' Afraid she might have noticed your staring, you quickly refocused back on your newfound sponsor's face; she fortunately seemed to not have noticed your lapse in attention. In fact, as you returned your attention to her face, she almost seemed to be doing the same, but you quickly dismissed it as your nerves over-analyzing the situation.
Frantically, she reached out and grabbed the hand you had extended. "Excellent!" she cried, and in her haste to do so, she applied far to much pressure into the handshake, with somewhat predictable repercussions.
As soon as you felt your hand crushed in her grip, your body shrank a few inches in response. Not nearly enough to be at yesterday's minuscule height, but enough to be noticeable. With a gasp, Power Girl quickly released your newly-crushed hand. "Oh, God, I'm so-"
You quickly headed her off before the apologies could resume again. "No, no. It's fine. I suppose I sort of walked into that one." Quickly, you backed towards the door. "I'll be at the Mid-Town Tower in a week. See you there."
With that, you quickly opened the door with your remaining hand, and stepped out into the hall, you flashed a quick grin back at the flustered heroine, which she half-heartedly returned, before closing it behind you and setting off back for home.
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As soon as the door closed on Allen, Kara slumped into the armchair behind her, thoroughly exhausted.
“Soooo…” Terra called from the kitchen. “That sounded like it went well.”
Kara groaned into her hands. “It sounded like I made a fool of myself.”
“What do you mean?”
“After everything that I put him through, I suddenly offer a sponsorship?” Kara shook her head. “It sounds like I’m trying to buy him off.”
“Aren’t you, though?”
Kara felt her cheeks blush. “Well, yeah, kind of! But I could’ve been more professional about it.” she opened and closed her hand a few times, remembering how easily it had crushed her new protegee's hand. “Instead, I got distracted, then overreacted and crushed his hand. Not exactly what I’d call a smooth operation.”
Terra sat down on the sofa. “Distracted? You’ve fought off mental attacks that brought all others to their knees. How were you distracted talking to one guy?”
As if summoned, the images resurfaced into the back of her head. She recalled the rush of emotions she’d had when she heard her little stowaway’s story. The fear and embarrassment of so utterly humiliating another living being like that, the effortlessness with which she had taken him ‘captive’.
And the darker thoughts that had distracted her: as she had looked at him standing before her, his (admittedly rather handsome) body absolutely drenched with her scent, she had allowed her eyes to roam his body, drinking it in before she began to imagine it surrounded on all sides by the flesh of her ĉleavage, as it gently suspended him, caressing him. She pictured herself slowly pressing her breasts together, gently massaging him, compacting him, his minuscule form a willing supplicant to the temple of her perfect body-
She had quickly cut off that line of thought after that. But when she had snapped back to the present, as she returned her gaze to his face, and watched his eyes make the same journey up from her body ,On his face, she had seen only fear.
“Kara?” Terra stared at her, still waiting for an answer.
Power Girl shook her head dispelling those thoughts. “He was terrified of me.”
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An hour after you’d departed from Kara’s apartment, you finally arrived at your own front door. Tossing what was left of your mask onto a workbench, you stumbled over to your bedroom, and were out like a light the moment you hit the pillow.
You could hardly believe your ears. "Help me out...?"
She nodded. "Getting into the professional circuit can take a long time, and quite a few connections. The easiest way through is working with other heroes to get your name out there, and right now, I'm the only big name who knows you. I figured it would be the best way to make... what happened up to you."
You mulled it over in your head. A partnership with one of the most famous heroes out there would go a long way towards your goals. Plus, having someone to vouch for you could easily help to cover some of the more unsavory aspects of your secret identity's corporate rise to power. Deciding to go with it, you reached out your hand. "Deal."
Power Girl looked as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Great! We can meet in a couple of days, once you've had time to recuperate, and-" she paused for a moment. "Oh! um, Where would be a good place for you?"
Wanting to keep some level of secrecy, you quickly decided that your base was out of the question. Quickly, you tried to think of a location that had no connection to you, before blurting out, "How about the top of the Mid-Town Tower?"
She immediately blushed. "S-sure. I guess I'll have to keep my guard up this time, huh?" She seemed to be trying to laugh, but it sounded slightly forced.
You could feel heat rising in your cheeks as well. "Y-yeah. wouldn't want any more accidents." 'You liar!' the back of your mind cried out, your eyes momentarily dipping back down to Power Girl's tantalizing cleavage. Her heavenly valley, even at your full normal height, was at your eye level as she stood head and shoulders above you. You watched, almost entranced as her nervous laughter did interesting things to the geography of her body.
Idly, you wondered what it would feel like to be properly, carefully, lovingly cushioned within their soft yet firm embrace-
'What am I doing, snap out of it!' Afraid she might have noticed your staring, you quickly refocused back on your newfound sponsor's face; she fortunately seemed to not have noticed your lapse in attention. In fact, as you returned your attention to her face, she almost seemed to be doing the same, but you quickly dismissed it as your nerves over-analyzing the situation.
Frantically, she reached out and grabbed the hand you had extended. "Excellent!" she cried, and in her haste to do so, she applied far to much pressure into the handshake, with somewhat predictable repercussions.
As soon as you felt your hand crushed in her grip, your body shrank a few inches in response. Not nearly enough to be at yesterday's minuscule height, but enough to be noticeable. With a gasp, Power Girl quickly released your newly-crushed hand. "Oh, God, I'm so-"
You quickly headed her off before the apologies could resume again. "No, no. It's fine. I suppose I sort of walked into that one." Quickly, you backed towards the door. "I'll be at the Mid-Town Tower in a week. See you there."
With that, you quickly opened the door with your remaining hand, and stepped out into the hall, you flashed a quick grin back at the flustered heroine, which she half-heartedly returned, before closing it behind you and setting off back for home.
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As soon as the door closed on Allen, Kara slumped into the armchair behind her, thoroughly exhausted.
“Soooo…” Terra called from the kitchen. “That sounded like it went well.”
Kara groaned into her hands. “It sounded like I made a fool of myself.”
“What do you mean?”
“After everything that I put him through, I suddenly offer a sponsorship?” Kara shook her head. “It sounds like I’m trying to buy him off.”
“Aren’t you, though?”
Kara felt her cheeks blush. “Well, yeah, kind of! But I could’ve been more professional about it.” she opened and closed her hand a few times, remembering how easily it had crushed her new protegee's hand. “Instead, I got distracted, then overreacted and crushed his hand. Not exactly what I’d call a smooth operation.”
Terra sat down on the sofa. “Distracted? You’ve fought off mental attacks that brought all others to their knees. How were you distracted talking to one guy?”
As if summoned, the images resurfaced into the back of her head. She recalled the rush of emotions she’d had when she heard her little stowaway’s story. The fear and embarrassment of so utterly humiliating another living being like that, the effortlessness with which she had taken him ‘captive’.
And the darker thoughts that had distracted her: as she had looked at him standing before her, his (admittedly rather handsome) body absolutely drenched with her scent, she had allowed her eyes to roam his body, drinking it in before she began to imagine it surrounded on all sides by the flesh of her ĉleavage, as it gently suspended him, caressing him. She pictured herself slowly pressing her breasts together, gently massaging him, compacting him, his minuscule form a willing supplicant to the temple of her perfect body-
She had quickly cut off that line of thought after that. But when she had snapped back to the present, as she returned her gaze to his face, and watched his eyes make the same journey up from her body ,On his face, she had seen only fear.
“Kara?” Terra stared at her, still waiting for an answer.
Power Girl shook her head dispelling those thoughts. “He was terrified of me.”
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An hour after you’d departed from Kara’s apartment, you finally arrived at your own front door. Tossing what was left of your mask onto a workbench, you stumbled over to your bedroom, and were out like a light the moment you hit the pillow.
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