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Kara sat up suddenly, frantically searching for her smartphone to check the time. Warm light shone into her bedroom, and all she knew was, she should probably have been up earlier.
She was in a strange bed, railings raised up around her, with bars in between, a small enough space between them to keep her in.
She glanced around, as more and more details became clear. Pink walls, pastel curtains, a fancy mobile hanging over her bed…
She was in a crib. She frowned. That wasn’t right…
She was naked, lying on a soft, entirely too cutsey blanket.
But before she could think about it or react, a huge door swung open, and her girlfriend walked in.
Tali was huge, towering over the crib and Kara at her current size, and topless, enormous tits jiggling with every step, the tips wet with something.
“Good morning dear, sleep well?” she asked.
“Um, I need to get to work…” Kara began.
Talia giggled. “What are you talking about?” she reached in and scooped Kara up under her armpits.
“Babies don’t work.” she chucked Kara under her chin. “You’re silly. C’mon, it’s time for breakfast, and then a bath.”
She held the tiny Kara in her arms, under her back, one hand supporting her butt, the other her head, for all the world as though she were a baby.
The apartment was a blur, Kara’s attention consumed by the enormous nipple in her face, a sweet smell, and something dripping from it.
Then Talia sat down, and pressed her head towards her nipple.
“Go on, baby, drink up.” she said.
And Kara latched on. Immediately her mouth was flooded with the best thing she’d ever tasted, sweet, filling, satisfying… she couldn’t describe the flavor, but all that mattered was, she was hungry and wanted more.
She sipped and sipped and sipped.
Talia seemed larger when she came back up for air.
She turned her around, putting her against her other breast. She was definitely larger.
Kara drank anyway, hungrily.
The nipple seemed to be bigger and bigger in her mouth, though she never seemed to have a problem drinking from Talia.
Kara found herself growing hazy, her world narrowing down to the warmth of Talia’s bare skin against her own, the warm milk, and the many smells filling her nose.
She blinked.
She pulled away from the nipple, and stared up. She was smaller, much smaller, Talia’s fingers rose like pillars around her as she lay on her palm, in a puddle of dribbled milk big enough to soak her.
“Awww, there you go!” she squeed. “You’re the perfect size now sweetie!”
“Perfect size for wha…” Kara breathed out, still dazed.
“Mommy wants you somewhere safer, more certain, where you’ll always be close to her…” Talia’s hand descended, past her bare tummy, revealing that she was completely naked, until she was staring up at Talia’s vulva, now the size of a vast doorway.
Then she was being pushed in.
into a close, warm, squelchingly wet tunnel, and something slid in behind her, big, bulbous and soft… she recognized ‘Miss Rick’, the big silicone dildo they sometimes used in the bedroom, now pushing her deeper, and deeper into her girlfriend…
the gorukle escort space grew tighter, and narrower, and she came to an obstacle, a tiny opening… and she was shoved past.
It felt like falling into a pool, if a pool was warm, wet, and suffused with a deep, thudding heartbeat.
She felt something at her belly, a fleshy rope, but then found herself falling slowly asleep, hearing Talia’s voice outside, rumbling indistinctly.
She was with mommy, mommy was here, she just needed to let go…
Kara snapped awake.
She was somewhere hot, dark and wet, pressed in firmly on all sides, a deep, rhythmic thump pulsing through her, musk and wetness in he mouth and nose, each thump sending pleasurable jolts through her as she rubbed against the walls of her prison.
The familiar taste and smell of her girlfriend, and the pressure around her lulled her back to sleep.
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Talia woke slowly.
It was morning, early. Well before her alarm was set to go off.
She felt rested, sated, still very relaxed, and… something shifted in her pussy.
Memory reasserted itself, and she smiled softly and fondly down at her bare pussy, and who lay within.
She was dripping down there, her thighs glistening with cum. She pushed on her power, reducing her own volume, ever so slightly. There was a faint pressure in her pussy, but it subsided quickly. She frowned, and increased her size back to normal.
She lay back, running over the memory of… the past day.
The attempted… calling it an invasion was a rather grandiose term for one warship led by a moron who had no concept of ‘radio telescopes’, ‘Asteroid Tracking Systems’, ‘Hyper-space-radar astronomy’ or ‘Super-people with Space-Travel Powers and a hard-on for punching fascists very hard’.
The… makeshift way she’d protected her girlfriend.
The consequences.
The deal.
She flushed, remembering the deal.
But of course, it was today. She’d have to talk with the rest of her team, figure out how Kara had shrunk, and why, and discuss… how to deal with the Aven Separatists.
Presuming the Constellas hadn’t set about it themselves.
Of course, the whole interstellar political situation had been largely academic to her before, earth being fairly far out of the center of the galaxy and lacking in anything of economic value to the interstellar economy, and thus subject to the odd visit from the occasional space Law Enforcement entity and Xenoanthropologist.
Now, having had space fascists try to land a ship on her city, she wasn’t so sure.
Fuck it, she had a few hours.
She rolled over in bed.
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Kara woke up.
The heartbeat pounding in her ears was not her own, a deep thump thrumming in the tight space in which she was cradled.
There was motion, the space clenching down on her, musky fluid surrounding and inundating her.
She was tingling, need built up over the night driving her to press he hand against her pussy, and squirm, rubbing herself against Talia’s vagina.
The rumbling moan she felt as much as heard encouraged her to keep going. Kara writhed bursa görükle escort and squirmed, the slick heat of Talia’s walls driving her arousal higher and higher now she was awake, and then Talia convulsed, and Kara felt herself being pushed, with a burst of fluid.
The friction of Talia’s slick walls alternately squeezing and pushing her brought her over the edge, and Kara squealed as her orgasm washed through her.
The cool air stung as she was suddenly expelled into the outside world, the sunlight nearly blinding.
Kara lay still, panting, tired form the exertion of the past few minutes.
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Talia was flushed, eyes glassy, hair disheveled, and she loomed over Kara like a sexy monument.
As her eyes adjusted to the light of the sun, Kara stared up at Talia with… much the same fucked-out expression on her face.
Talia stretched, slowly, then carefully reached down, her warm hand enveloping Kara, and lifting her.
“Morning!” Tali said.
Kara waved back desultorily.
“So, uh… right.” Talia prevaricated.
Kara sat up, rubbing her eyes clear of various… fluids, and fixed Talia with a raised eyebrow.
Talia blushed. “Gotta um, talk to the team today. About the whole… attack, and then about uh… this.”
“Okay?” Kara said. How Talia managed to hear her she had no idea, but, on the other hand, Talia’s apparent hearing superpower meant she could coordinate with others when she was thirty stories tall, so she supposed the convenience was worth being thoroughly confused.
Talia frowned. “But I don’t want to just… leave you here while I do it.” she said, frowning.
Kara frowned.
“Anyway.” Talia said, slowly standing up so as not to jostle her passenger. “Gotta prepare for the day.”
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Talia observed the bathroom fixtures.
She was used to navigating a world of wildly different sizes, but usually as a towering human monolith whose sheer size turned concrete, steel, armor and the most durable things in the world into brittle chalk, while her power turned her own fragile human flesh into the strongest substance known to mankind.
Give-or-take thoroughly mutilating the Square-Cube law and thermodynamics… save in particular circumstances.
But the past eighteen or so hours had been an exercise in creative adaptation, trying to sus out what her shrunken paramour could deal with and what she couldn’t.
Kara had never had to really adapt to this strange world that was Talia’s lived experience, so it was on her to foresee any problems.
She felt the tiny, blazing heat of her shrunken friend, sticky from the past few hours, and instinctively curled hes hand closer around her at the thought of ‘problems’.
And she had an idea.
She raised her hand to her mouth.
“How about I do this first?” she asked, her tongue stretching out and sliding up Kara’s much-reduced body, tasting herself and hints of Kara as she licked her, her tongue pressing the tiny woman into her palm.
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Kara had about a second to realize what was happening as Talia’s warm (and, honestly, slightly sour) breath engulfed her, followed rapidly by her tongue, pressing her into Talia’s palm with inescapable force.
The slick, rough surface stroked and brushed and rubbed every bit of her front, and despite her lethargy from masturbating and being squeezed like a sex toy in Talia’s pussy, she felt herself getting aroused once more.
Then that immense muscle carefully flipped her onto her front, and she was pressed into the rough, firm heat of Talia’s calloused palm, as she felt her tongue repeat the invasive, thorough stroking on her back, even catching her hair.
She squeaked.
“There we go.” Talia said softly.
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Talia brushed her teeth next. Kara made do with a cotton swab, tearing a bit off the swab and using a spec of toothpaste. It was tricky, and she baled a mouthful of mouthwash out of a cap that Talia decanted for her to finish the job.
In the meantime, between struggling with her makeshift toothbrushing, Kara noticed Talia’s face stuck in ‘thinking mode’, scrunched up.
Then she found herself casually swept back up into Talia’s immense hand as she stepped out of the bathroom.
When she was set back down, she stared at a teacup.
It was the biggest bathtub she’d ever seen, to Kara, and Talia filled it with warm water, just deep enough that when she gingerly lowered Kara into it, she could touch the bottom while standing.
She spent a long time soaking in it and relaxing, and at length, Talia gently helped her out of it to lather up some soap and soap her up by rubbing Kara’s body between her hands.
While she was lying on the sink, panting from the stimulation, Talia put a blob of shampoo on the counter so Kara could reach it and start on her hair.
She rinsed in the cup, conditioned her hair, and Talia replaced the water so she could continue to soak.
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Talia frowned.
She’d tossed a sober pantsuit on her bed, and her underwear on top, and was now seated on her bed, one hand protectively curled around Kara, where she stood on her thigh.
Completely naked, her curves and the hint of muscle beneath visible for anyone who saw her.
She’d never really thought of herself as a particularly jealous person, but just imagining taking Kara to see the City Witch or a doctor in her current state sent a surge of… she decided to call it ‘caution’ through her.
She was too small for doll clothes…
Talia scratched her chin.
Kara was staring up at her, frowning.
Talia felt the urge to cup her to her chest again. Maybe stuff her down her cleavage, once she got her bra on.
She shook her head sharply.
Where is the guts that made me uh… propose this deal with her anyway? she thought.
She glanced around her room, and her eyes fell on her dresser. And she had an idea.
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Kara was wrapped in a pale gold ribbon pulled from a small drawer in Talia’s dresser, at once soft and slick enough to be fairly comfortable, and wide enough to effectively cover her torso, once Talia had gotten creative with tying and wrapping it.
It looked cute, which was a bonus.
Admittedly, she stopped checking herself over when Talia began dressing. The pantsuit made her imposing and mouth-wateringly hot, and further emphasized their strange new positions relative to one another.
Then Talia swept her up, and stuffed her in the front pocket of her suit coat, and Kara settled in for the long trip.
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