Under the bright gaze of the rare jewels, I was blinded. I could feel everything before me fade from my reach, my entire body felt an overwhelming surge as I collapsed to my knees, to the delight of my smiling opponent. For a moment, I lost all of my senses as the shimmering sensation coursed through my body, but when I finally regained my vision, no longer sweating under the gleaming beam of the statue's crystal eyes, I was horrified by the outcome of what had just transpired.
Everything had become distant. I ascended back to my feet and came to a terrible conclusion. The effects of the beam had shrunk me drastically. Petrified by what had happened, I turned back to my opponent, who stood triumphantly high above me with a sinister grin on her lips, even though I could barely tell, considering the tremendous distance from her face. She began to approach me, the closer she came the more insignificant and pathetic I felt in comparison to the colossal, superior adversary. My head was now no taller than her crotch! I was even shorter than one of her legs!
I struggled to look into the glaring eyes of my opponent, my vision was blocked by the large breasts that hung high above my head. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, and unwilling to battle such an immense, deadly adversary like a giant-sized Catwoman, I had to make a move. I couldn't let such a devious individual have her way with me in such a pathetic stance. She was capable of physically overwhelming me with little effort. In a desperate attempt to escape her fearful wrath, I put all of my strength in a single kick to her thick shin. Unfortunately my attempt was in vain, as Catwoman felt nothing but a mere scratch on her shin, reminding me of how insignificant I had become, a tiny sensation that a woman as strong and endurable as herself would not even groan about. She merely giggled at my feeble attempt to fight back before swiftly lifting her leg and driving her boot straight into my chest, pressing me down on my back with enough force that she could break my ribs if she wanted to.
Slightly dazed by the overwhelming strength of my colossal adversary, she released her tight foot from my chest, but before I could crawl away, she sunk her heels into my wrists, trapping me beneath her ankles, and dropped her massive buttocks onto my torso, thus rendering me unable to do anything else but squirm. I tried, with all of my might, to push her off, but she had all of her weight pressing down on me, trapping me in a humiliating position beneath the buttocks of a woman now well over half the size of me. From Catwoman's point of view, all she could see was my head, a sight that made her laugh hysterically.
As I squirmed under her massive butt cheeks, she looked down at her pathetic victim. "Come on Batman," she taunted, laughing at how vulnerable I was, "You can put up a better fight than this, can't you?" She continued to mock me as I remained trapped under her enormous butt. "This is more like it," she cackled, "This is the most fun I've had in a long time."
The smell of tight leather made me feel queasy. Feeling as pathetic and insignificant as ever, all I could do in retaliation was scream. "You fat cow," I yelled furiously, feeling the tough strain of being crushed underneath the huge, chunky buttocks that my adversary now possessed, "You won't get away with this! Let me go now!"
Sarcastically Catwoman took a moment to ponder on my demand, ultimately resulting with a straight denial. "Are you kidding? Why should I?" she laughed back at me, "You're in no position to threaten me. Besides, I enjoy watching you squirm! I love a bit of foreplay!" The sight of me pinned down under her own weight made her feel immense, the knowledge of the dark knight, the legendary Batman, now too small and weak to fight back, could not even budge under her massive weight, made her proud of what she had accomplished. In her mind, she had finally put an end to the reign of Batman.
Her attention then turned back to the statue in her hands. Admiring the artifact in her claws, the item responsible for putting her in such a dominant position sitting on her arch nemesis, she continued to mock her fallen opponent as she embarrassingly sat on my torso. "Now, what should we do with you? As much as I'd love to, we can't just sit here all night, can we? But I can't just let you go, even though it would be pretty hilarious to see you take on the other freaks in Gotham at this size, what would be the satisfaction in that? No, I have to think of something much more satisfying to do with you."
Helpless, I could only wait in horror for my captor's decision.
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