Kara Zor-El, the Last Daughter of Krypton, was tired. It had been a long and frankly, busy day, followed by a quiet, peaceful night.
After mulling it over, she decided that unless anything of a Kryptonian-level of importance came up, the other heroes could manage with her heading home early. With one last glance at the cityscape, she took off for her apartment, where sleep beckoned.
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As the Woman of Steel pondered her course of action, you were beginning to lose your mind. The rhythmic cycle of crushing with no time to even attempt to extract yourself from your current predicament was maddening. At the very least, your body had stopped trying to re-inflate.
Unfortunately, the trade-off was that now, you were steadily being adhered to the side of Power Girl's breast. with every breath, you could feel yourself sticking more and more, the combination of your suit's leathery texture mixed with the sheen of sweat coating her body, was slowly tattooing you to her flesh.
Suddenly, you felt your erstwhile prison shift, tilting forwards, before a rush of wind swept through the opening of the suit above you, that had previously shown only the face of your tormentor, and the night sky, now you saw the tops of buildings rushing past at breakneck speed. As the wind blasted past you, you saw the 'landscape' around you begin to shift, as the narrow canyon of cleavage was forced into a wind tunnel.
Desperately, you tensed every muscle you could, trying to utilize this temporary reprieve to pull away from your fleshy prison.