This choice: Still stuck to Pantheon's balls (Shower scene...) • Go Back...Chapter #6Still stuck to Pantheon's balls (Shower sce... by: Anonymous   Opening his eyes, all Talon could see was the tanned flesh of Pantheon’s scrotum. With immense pressure removed from his fragile body, Talon pulled his head away from the sticky embrace of the sweat covering Pantheon’s balls and gasped for air. Colour returned to his vision as oxygen filled his lungs, Talon could feel his heart pounding as he tried to recover. He wasn’t sure if it was the oxygen deprivation, but it felt as if the world was getting bigger! Strands of pubic hair were going from house sized to virtual cliffs, even worse Talon could see things that he couldn’t before! Small holes formed underneath him, they seemed to be oozing liquid of some kind, even with his lackluster biology knowledge Talon realised he was staring at sweat pores, but this made no sense! The potion should have shrunk him to 4 inches exactly, Darius made sure of that!
But what Darius did not account for was the massively increased heart-rate giving the potion an even more potent effect, to Talon’s horror he dwindled further and further in size, barely visible sweat pores transformed into golf ball sized holes. What felt like hours was only a couple of seconds as Talon finally stopped dwindling in size and looked to see those previously miniscule pores had now transformed into plate sized holes. He couldn’t be any larger than half a millimeter!
With a world-shaking THUD, Pantheon took his first step towards the showers. What was a short, uneventful walk for Pantheon was a scene for Talon that would not be out of place in the apocalypse. At his small size all of Pantheon’s movements seemed slow and drawn out, whenever Pantheon’s feet hit the ground a shockwave of energy rippled up through the leg, unnoticeable to anyone but Talon. The constant movement of Pantheon caused a light sway of his balls, a very slight movement; but to Pantheon’s tiny prisoner the movements reminded him of an intense thrill ride. The massive g-forces pressing on his body made it seem as if Pantheon’s balls were trying to take him back again and smother him against them, Talon knew it was ridiculous to personify an inanimate body part but the sheer power and dominance it displayed over him made it difficult not to.
When Talon was just a couple of swings away from vomiting he came to an abrupt stop. Pantheon had arrived at the showers. Talon realised that if he was stuck to Pantheon while he showered, he would be placing himself in mortal danger; he had already dodged death no less than five times today, he did not want to make that six. Talon had one last resort, he still had a dagger in his pocket, the one he had planned to use to duel Pantheon with. Talon face contorted into a gritted smile, it seemed he would draw blood against Pantheon after all!
Talon unsheathed his dagger, the plan was to stab Pantheon and force him to examine his balls, yes this would undoubtedly be one of the most humiliating experiences of Talon’s life and he would never be able to look Pantheon in the eyes again, but anything was better than being drowned to death while Pantheon took a relaxing shower! Adjusting the dagger, Talon calculated where the thinnest layer of skin around him would be, one sharp stab would be enough to get this God’s— Talon almost choked as he realised what he just thought, this ended now, with a cry Talon slammed the dagger into the skin
When his hands suddenly stopped several inches short of where they should be, Talon looked at his blade. Not only had he failed to penetrate the layer of skin in the slightest, but when he lifted his dagger he saw the edge of the blade was warped and bent. This couldn’t be happening, this was one of his finest blades, he had practically spent all of the previous night sharpening this and preparing himself for the duel. With broken desperation, Talon took his now useless blade and hit the flesh over and over again, surely even a god-like figure like Pantheon had to feel this, right?
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Pantheon could not wait for his shower, following his spar with Xin Zhao and subsequent victory over him in their little push-up contest his body was practically soaked with the sweat from a day of hard work. Entering the shower he was pleased to find it empty, today was a day off for most champions, and most of his fellow champions chose to spend it off the Institute, which would explain the almost ghost-town atmosphere of what was typically a very packed room.
As Pantheon dropped a sponge onto the shower floor and grabbed a soap bar to begin lathering, he felt the faintest of itches on his ball. It was so small he simply absent-mindedly lowered a hand to give the area a small itch, more of a rub really. With the sensation gone, Pantheon with one turn of a knob turned on the shower, and lost himself in the relaxing sensation of the shower as he hummed.
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A massive shadow draped over Talon. By the Gods, he had done it, Pantheon was investigating the feeling, he was saved! As Talon turned to see his salvation approaching, he was unnerved to see a massive obelisk of flesh fast approaching. At his small-size this mere finger transformed into a skyscraper of encroaching doom. Talon tried to calm himself, Pantheon was just here to pick him off and take him to safety, right? But suddenly he watched as the skyscraper lowered and the house-sized nail dug into the sweaty flesh of Pantheon’s balls. Unlike with his dagger the flesh gave way under it and at Talon’s miniscule size he could see layers of dead skin flake off as it was ripped away by the sheer power of Pantheon’s digit. This same digit was slowly approaching him, leaving a trail of destruction in its path as it destroyed the dead skin to allow new skin to flourish beneath. A simple process, one that is carried out thousands of time a day on everyone’s body. But this same process threatened to kill Talon right now, if he didn’t get out of the way, he’d join the flakes of dead skin falling from Pantheon’s balls, forgotten and discarded.
The digit was simply too wide for Talon to ever run out of its way, and there was no way he was going to outrun it. Even at his slow perception of time the approaching steamroller of a finger was simply too massive to even conceive avoiding it. With only one option left, Talon struggled against the last remnants of sweat binding him to musky scrotum of Pantheon. As the God of Destruction that was Pantheon’s nail came closer his struggles became more and more desperate, until the slightest shift of Pantheon’s ball allowed the last strand of sweat to break, leaving Talon to begin free-falling towards the ground.
As Talon began his descent, he looked around for anything to land on. All he could see for miles was the hard tile of the shower floor, where landing would turn him into a tiny, bloody stain right before he was washed away with the flow from the showers. All around him the titanic God Pantheon finished itching, and Talon looked on in horror as Pantheon’s slow movements continued as he grabbed two massive objects in his hands, which just seconds ago had threatened to end his existence. A meteor appeared, falling from the sky onto the ground, it was a yellow object that seemed to contain many holes in it. Talon was reminded of the sweat pores he saw on Pantheon, but these holes were much larger and Talon could probably live in a single one of the holes. Talon realised what he was staring at, an ordinary sponge that Pantheon carelessly dropped to the floor. With 30 seconds till he hit the floor, Talon knew what he had to do.
Angling himself towards the mountain sized cleaning instrument, Talon closed his eyes five seconds before landing and braced himself. He felt himself slam into the sponge and thanked the Gods that he had relentlessly practiced how to handle falls before. He felt all the air leave his body as he ended his fall face first in the sponge. Looking up he opened his eyes to find himself lying in one of the many holes in the sponge. All around him walls that were 10ft high made of light spongy material surrounded him.
He needed to get out of this sponge right now, before Pantheon inevitably began to scrub himself down.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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