Kara Danvers, alias Supergirl, hurried into the office building where she worked, carrying a coffee in a cardboard tray. She walked into her boss's room and set the tray down on the desk. The lights were on in the skyscraper, but she was the only one on the floor right now. That would change sooner or later, she knew. One the few powers that she could use relatively freely was her x-ray vision, and with it she had seen some of her coworkers taking the elevator on the way up. But given that her boss -- the one and only Cat Grant -- had a tendency to arrive fashionably late, there was probably plenty of time to laze around before she arrived. While Supergirl was very publicly a hard and dedicated worker, Kara Danvers was practically invisible, a fixture in the office-place. As long as she was standing at attention at the proper spot when the boss arrived, and as long as she didn't break or steal anything, she had free reign of the office in the small hours. And so Supergirl turned her attention to the office.
It was a rather aesthetically-pleasing sort of office -- with lots and lots of white. A couple of white lamps with white lampshades rested on the white desk (one on a white platform above the white desk), while on the opposite end there was a white vase filled with white flowers. In the middle was a white laptop, and behind the desk was a white wainscot. The rest of the room was painted in a dull shade of white. Practically the only bits of color in the whole room were the chairs and the televisions, which were turned off. However, as Supergirl walked closer to the television screens, she could just barely make out a faint red glow on the wall immediately underneath one of the sets. Whatever it was, it wasn't there before today. The Kryptonian tried to see what it was by pressing her face against the space of wall between the televisions, but the source of the red glow appeared to be on the back rim of the screen itself. Without really thinking about it, Kara went over to the offending television set and wedged her hand between the wall and the screen to see if she could remove the source of the red light.
Her fingers brushed against something sticky. A burning wave passed through her body, and it suddenly felt like every fiber of her was on fire. She withdrew her hand, and saw the glowing, reddish substance coating her fingertips. It had a viscosity vaguely like Jell-O, and had little flecks of what might have been some sort of stone sprinkled and suspended in the bright jelly. And it was incredibly painful for her to hold. It must be some form of Kryptonite, or possibly some other kind of radioactive substance. But what was it doing here? Who put it there? Why? Kara's mind reeled with questions whose answers wouldn't help now. The office began to swim in her now-blurry vision. The desk and everything in it started to spin in a confusing, disorienting, blinding whirlwind. Flash after flash of bright white light dazzled her eyes. Kara blinked and shook her head. She could barely keep her balance in her dizziness. Her legs turned to jelly, her knees buckled, and she pitched forward. She came to a sudden stop on something soft, a great big brown lump in the midst of all this madness. A big brown lump that was growing bigger and bigger by the second. Kara, with the last coherent bits of her brain, tried to rally and crawled on to the brown mass. Then her vision was eaten away at the corners and she fell against the seat of the chair, finally unconscious.
***
When Kara woke up, her first sight was of her curled legs, which she was hugging tightly. She slowly relaxed her muscles and extended her legs, getting out of the fetal position that she had unawaredly gotten herself into. Then she took stock of her surroundings. It looked like she was in a much, much larger version of Cat's office. Then she heard the elevator ding, and the general hubbub of people storming in, but at a magnified scale. She had shrunk!
Then she heard another sound; a massive BEEP, and then metal doors sliding open. Stylish high heels clacked on the floor, the noise getting louder as the giantess got closer; it was Cat Grant, Kara's boss, about to sit in the chair Kara was stuck on. Realizing her situation, the tiny Kryptonian got unsteadily to her feet and jumped upwards in an attempt to fly off. But instead of achieving liftoff, she fell right back down onto the fabric. She bounced once, twice, and then when she flopped down on it for a third time, the thick fabric of the chair embraced her, swaying in a motion too small to be perceived by the naked eye. Cat Grant was very close now. Kara quickly scrambled to an upright position, but she could do nothing. That... gunk... must have not only shrunk her, but also taken away some of her powers -- if not all of them, at least her flight. And unfortunately for Kara, the ability to fly was perhaps the one thing she needed the most right now.
Cat Grant pulled out the chair, took a quick step forward, and sat down. Kara did not scream as she saw the looming hindquarters of her boss suddenly twist above her before they plummeted downwards with her at ground zero on the brown chair. Instead, she fell back flat against the cushion, hoping most of the weight would be transferred to the seat instead of directly on Kara's head...
WHUMP!
When the diminutive Kara woke up, she found herself forced deeper into the small depression that she had made in the seat. Her boss's rear was slowly pressing down on her, but the pressure was evenly distributed across the chair. There was even just enough room for Kara to breathe. After she had gotten over the shock of just where she was, the shrunken Supergirl began banging her fists on Cat Grant's behind. But the affluent journalist gave no sign that she felt the barrage, if she even felt it all. Eventually, Kara had exhausted herself pummeling at her boss's gigantic rear. She slumped down further, defeated. Then it was Cat's turn. The unaware giantess began to shift and squirm minutely in her chair. The motion would be imperceptible to most onlookers, and was almost that way for Cat, but for Kara it seemed as though an entire third of what she could see suddenly slid along the fabric of the chair, making a light skidding sound in the process that to the shrunken Kryptonian was a deafening roar.
Then Cat shifted in the other direction, and the loud, grating screech of fabric on fabric came back. Kara noticed that as her boss's immense rear returned and slid to the other side, it clipped the edges of Kara's little refuge, taking a small portion of the indentation and smoothing it out, forcing Kara ever so slightly closer to the crushing force of Cat Grant's behind. Then the giantess repeated the motion, and Supergirl came closer. And closer. And closer... Kara was now mere millimeters from the shifting, squirming mass. Any closer and she'd be in the blast zone. Shuddering at what she was about to do, Kara placed her hand firmly on her boss's behind and shoved with all her might. The tiny Kryptonian groaned and strained with effort. Miniscule beads of sweat started to form on her miniaturized body. She put her all into one enormous push...
Cat Grant, for the time span of about five seconds, was about an inch taller than usual, but she didn't consciously notice this seemingly-inexplicable feat. Instead, she felt like there was another, more pronounced lump in the center of her chair. To combat this, she gripped the edge of her seat in both hands and used them as leverage as she settled her rear further back in the soft brown fabric of the cushion. Even with her entire weight on top of the one miniscule speck, the lump managed to resist for several seconds before collapsing inwards along the line of the chair. Cat Grant wiggled a little just to make sure that it was gone, and crossed her legs. A brief thought flickered in her mind about that lump -- she'd have to check that chair eventually to make sure that there were not going to be any more of those pesky lumps in the future. The rich girl and unaware giantess shook her head almost imperceptibly, making a mental note to call for a repairman later, then disregarded all further thoughts about the lump. She scooted forward about an inch, leaned towards the desk, and set about her work.
Kara was defeated. Even though she still apparently had a measure of her superpowers left, what was left had been scaled down and was now useless to her, now that she was firmly embedded in the crater of her own boss's behind with neither escape nor respite in the foreseeable future. But that wasn't going to stop her from trying. Futilely, pathetically, the shrunken Kryptonian crawled forward, dragging herself slowly in a direction that she could only hope led to "out", knowing that if Cat even so much as leaned back she would be trapped. And so she inched along with quiet desperation, fervently wishing the wealthy woman would sit still for just a few minutes more...
However, far above, the aforementioned woman was in fact feeling slightly uncomfortable. Possibly it was that lump she had felt before. But it would undignified for her to stand up and squat at her desk just because she was feeling a little discomfort, especially since -- despite her best efforts -- anyone on the level could walk right into her office. She should just ignore the lump, and focus on her work. But on the other hand the lump really was beginning to bother her, and one small check couldn't hurt, right? The most powerful women in National City continued shifting in her chair, uncrossing her legs as she thought about the dilemma for a few seconds, eyes staring off into space. Then, as her mind gravitated back to Earth, she decided on a course of action.
What would she do?
1. Cat continues sitting on the chair and Kara as she fulfills her duties as CEO.
2. Cat feels something moving under her and finds Kara, deciding to reassign her to a new job.
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