This choice: Makes you more durable, but smaller! • Go Back...Chapter #5Makes you more durable, but smaller! by: Anderson   Vivian held you against her chest with one arm while walking, and while you tried to follow what she was saying as much as possible, it was hard to pay attention to words like "noninvasive subatomic energy transference" and "polyaromatic biomatrix formation" because, honestly, her boobs kept bouncing against your head. At one point, she stopped to ask you if you got the idea. Somewhat embarrassed, you told her that you didn't, and tried asking her to let you walk from here.
"Haha, nope!" She laughed. "As your Overseer, I'm responsible for your safety and all kinds of things could happen to a little guy like you down there!" She put on an exaggerated playful tone for the last part, like grown-ups use when they're talking to little kids, and used her other hand to shove your head against her breasts while she said it. You tried to resist, shouting out some muffled protests, but she easily laughed off your puny efforts and just kept walking.
When she finally let you up about another minute later, you were in a small (for her, anyway) room with a dial pad by the door, and a white circle marked out on the floor in the middle.
"Here's what you need to know" she says, gently setting you down on the floor by the circle in front of her. "The 'treatment' is a chemical process that will make you super tough and durable, but to do that, it has to use some of your body mass. You'll get smaller." She adds, as if you need an explanation.
"Yeah, I got that" you answer irritably. Your damn traitor dick had started hardening while she was smothering you with her tits, and you've been awkwardly half-crouching to conceal it, desperately wishing it to go away again, since she first put you down. Of course, first contact with a new sapient race was bound to lead to some... embarrassing misunderstandings. You tell yourself that that's all this is, and you should try to just power right through it. It may have seemed like the overseer was making advances on you, but that was probably just how it looked from a human perspective. That was probably perfectly normal behavior in their own culture... right?
"So you mean I'll burn some fat, or what?" You ask, only partly stalling. You're in pretty decent shape as it is, but if some super-advanced alien steroids were gonna burn another pound or two for you then hey, why not?
Unfortunately, Vivian shakes her head in answer. "Nope! Some of everything" she tells you. She puts her hands up and holds them, facing each other, about three feet apart. "Same proportions, smaller scale" she clarifies, moving the hands a little closer together as a demonstration.
At first you think you'd misunderstood, but then it hits you and you realize she's serious. "Smaller!?" You cry out in disbelief. "You want to make me even smaller!? That's crazy! How is that supposed to be safe? You're all friggin' huge next to me already! Bad enough if one of you trips and lands on me or something, as it is!" Vivian starts to lean down and reach out to grab you, but apparently thinks better of it and holds them up to make calming motions at you. She looks uncertain, like she doesn't know what kind of movement will set you off. You sigh. "Alright" you say, grudgingly calming down. "What?"
"Thank you. Look, it won't be that much smaller." Vivian tells you soothingly. "No telling exactly how much - it's different for everyone - but I lost about twenty percent of my body mass when I got it, and I'm an extreme case. Captain Diana, for example, she only lost four or five. That's about what most people lose. And as for safety-" she holds up a hand as you get ready to cut in, stopping you short. "In return, you'll get proportionally stronger, and exponentially more pressure-resistant. That includes impacts, strains, tears - even cuts, to some extent. As a bonus, you'll also get much better night vision and water retention, corrosion resistance, and metabolic activity. That means a drastic reduction in the amount of food and air you'll need to eat and breathe." She adds, seeing your reaction. You hesitate, and think for a moment. That actually sounds like a pretty good deal...
"Twenty percent?" You finally answer, after thinking over the pros and cons for a while. The way she was talking, you were basically about to get a bunch of superpowers from this treatment - what's another foot or so, when you're so much shorter than the rest of them already? Besides, you kind of doubt that they're really going to let you refuse. Captain's orders, after all. So you might as well try to get it done on your own terms...
"Twenty percent. Honest." Vivian holds her right hand up, in a comical impression of somebody taking an oath. "Like I said, I was an extreme case - but if you somehow lose more than I did, then I promise I'll have it reversed if you want. Okay?" "Fine," you sigh. "Now what?"
"You need to strip off your clothes and go stand in the middle of that circle."
"Wait, what?"
"Any clothing will get fused to your body if you're wearing it. Look we have miniature suits onboard, okay? Should be one or two that are small enough for you, afterwards."
After some coaxing, you grudgingly turn around and undress in front of Vivian, keeping your back turned towards her regardless. Suddenly cold and feeling increasingly awkward without your clothes, you start walking forward immediately without looking back, wanting to get this whole thing over with. You're pretty sure you can feel her leering at your back - and nothing can leer quite like a 13-foot-tall vixen.
So you imagine, anyway, as you stand in the middle of the sumo ring-sized circle and stare determinedly at the far wall. Suddenly there's a clamor above you and you look up, startled, to see a ceiling panel retract, revealing several large metal nozzles pointed straight in your direction. Without warning one of them starts hissing, and then everything goes dark.
BOOM. BOOM.
When you open your eyes, you're lying face down on the floor. You're groggy, and all your vision is blurry.
BOOM. BOOM.
There's a loud booming noise behind you. It's getting louder.
BOOM. BOOM.
Your head starts to clear, and your vision starts to focus. You start to climb onto your hands and knees, and then a massive, powerful red-colored fist swoops down from above and wraps around your torso. You're swept up and around in a blur, and then you stop, suspended in midair, in front of the incredibly enormous vision of your Overseer's grinning face.
All you can think is: 'Warm', as your head's still clearing. Her grip fits snugly under your arms and all the way down to your thighs, but your head, shoulders, and legs feel cold by comparison. Only when she's breathing in, though, since you're close enough to her face so that the hot air washes over you in a breeze whenever she exhales. It feels nice, you think.
All at once, you sober up and start to freak out.
"WELL, WELL!" Vivian's laughter booms out at you, as you start to panic and struggle wildly in her grip. "ISN'T THIS EXTRAORDINARY? YOU'RE EVen smaller than Melanie, now!" Halfway through, she seems to realize how loud she's sounding, and starts to soften her tone. She's right. You figure you're about a foot tall, give or take a couple inches.
"That was more than twenty percent!" You shout. "That was WAY more than twenty percent! Undo it! Change me back!" You stop flailing, and grab tightly with both hands to the index finger that she has wrapped around you, holding on and literally trying to get a grip. You had a deal. She would be reasonable. You just had to calm down and talk it over, and everything would be okay. This was just a temporary setback.
The look of mock innocence on her face was not helping you in this.
"Twenty percent?" She says innocently. "Silly Parker, that was WAY less than twenty percent of MY body mass! I said if you lose more THAN I DID, remember?" She laughs as you start shouting in protest, and effortlessly talks right over you as if she hadn't noticed. "AND BESIDES, WITH HOW EFFECTIVE THAT TREATMENT WAS, YOU MUST BE PRACTICALLY INDESTRUCTIBLE! HERE, WATCH THIS!"
Without asking for your permission, she grabs your right arm between a thumb and forefinger, and then pulls it from your shoulder. For a horrifying moment, you think it's going to tear off... but... it's fine? To your bewilderment, you see your arm pop out of its socket almost painlessly, feeling only the discomfort of the strain she's put on it by pulling. Then you watch as it stretches out over several times its length like a rubber band, before she lets go and sends it snapping back to its original shape. The impact knocks the wind out of you.
Within moments your arm's reformed, but Vivian still isn't done with you. Grabbing your legs with her free hand, she opens her grip around your waist, and then brings you up to her eye level for a closer look. "Hmm," she muses, examining your crotch. "Gosh, the little guy sure is shy isn't he? No wonder you were trying to hide him." She laughs. Your dick's shriveled up in fear.
"This'll make him come out!" She declares, suddenly pulling back the top of her spacesuit and dropping you inside. You land between her warm, soft, furry mounds before the suit snap back into place over you, leaving you in darkness. Immediately you fall down deeper as Vivian grabs her tits in either hand and pulls them apart, only to slam them back together again and squeeze. You have the breath forced out of your lungs and are left stuck to her left breast, flattened by the impact, as she pulls them apart again for round two.
"Wakey wakey, Little Parker!" Vivian sang, as she mashed her boobs together repeatedly. "And I hope you're a lot bigger than you look, or 'Big' Parker's going to have to fill in for the job." She added under her breath, knowing full well that you could hear. "Finally get a man on the ship, and he's fun-sized for my convenience!" She laughed as she left for...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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