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Shanna from Super X forms her own team to help out DJ and her old teammates
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Chapter #5

R & R

    by: Knight Owl Author IconMail Icon
For reference, you'd appear to be about 7 and a half inches tall to Allison and probably weigh around 4 or 5 ounces.

Now's as good a time as ever to test out these anti-gravity boots... You fly up to the ceiling to do some some minor welding maintenence. Need any help Shanna? Jeezly crap Allison! Dont sneak up on me like that! You exhale sharply. Sorry... I just feel more like a burden than a help lately, you know, like not fitting in the Tech Jet and having to walk to missions. I'm really sorry about that, we used to use industrial grade teleporters but everyone's stomachs didn't seem to agree so we stopped using them. It's ok, really. I quite like the foot massages you give me after missions. Dont mention it. It's nothing. Is there any way I can help? Not unless you happen to know where to get giant blowtorches. Right... I'm so useless... No you aren't! Remember that time with that... disagreement with the military? Vividly... Ha ha, I didn't think tanks could get crushed so easily... You say trailing off, thoughts of her feet slowly invading your mind. Shanna? Huh? What? Blowtorch! Welding! Busy! You continue to work on the ceiling... Shanna... Look at me... You slowly turn around and see Allison's arms crossed. Yes? Are you all distracted again? You know how your mother feels about you working with tools when you're distracted... I... You win Allison, I'm totally thinking about your feet right now... Gimme the blow torch... She says as she extends her open palm. You sigh as you drop the blowtorch into her hand. You too... cmon... But I have to test out these anti-grav boots and... Whoa! What are you doing? Allison grabs you like a barbie doll and pulls off your boots. Hey! Put me down! I feel like a doll right now... Shanna... I know your little secret... Oh damn... Allison leads you to her room (Which is actually the spare jet hangar, with some oversized furnishings and such, and... a giant dollhouse...) Allison lifts the lid on the dollhouse and drops you onto the bed. Allison! I'm not in the mood right now! Let me out of here! Dont act like you dont love being my doll. She says peeking her eye through the window. Fine, but dont you dare try and dress me up today... Pleeeeeease? No. Pleeeeeease? No. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease? Fine! Man you are annoying sometimes! You're like Godzilla if Godzilla was totally tripping on acid. Allison stops and her eye twitches. Godzilla... She says taking a very serious tone. So you think of me as a giant monster then hmm? Wait wait I didn't say that! The roof lifts off of the dollhouse and Allison picks you up and brings you close to her face. She opens her palm and licks you. You taste pretty good Shanna... You aren't seriously thinking about eating me are you? I dont know. What would Godzilla do? Allison! You have to stop being so sensitive all of the time! Come here. Yes? Closer. Closer. Closer. You give Allison a soft peck on her giant lips. She backs away blushing wildly. Shanna I... You can dress me up now hun. Just be careful kay? I'm not a juggernaut like Liz that can just take boulders to the face like they're paper balls... I got the point already Shanna, tee hee. Allison goes through the tiny wardrobe in the dollhouse and pulls out a french maid costume. She begins stripping you and puts the costume on you, followed by the fishnets and the heels. Shanna... Can you help me with the headband? Sure, it's not like you just messed up my hair or anything... You do your best with your hands to fix up your hair and then put on the headband. Goodie! Ok maid, now you have to clean up the mess in this house before you get to play with my feet. Ok? Of course mistress. You bow to her and pick up a featherduster and pretend to dust, you do this for 20 minutes before you report to a now barefoot Allison who wiggles her toes in anticipation. I've been working on my telekinetic abilities mistress. Would you like me to use them?

You have the following choices:

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1. Go for it tiny maid!

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2. Not today little maid, just do the usual.

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