Cross-Roads Tiny guy BIG jobs chapter 7 by Ello

Red happily scoots her ass to edge and hops off, her thick ass finally bouncing off of you. Your body is left flatter than paper, twisted and swirled in a painful contortion like a squashed cartoon. You can finally breath again your body aching horribly, your limbs twitching as your body tries to start recovering it's shape. After all the chaos you also get a chance to notice your tiny test skates.

To your amazement they are intact and still strapped to your feet though flat as paper and dirty. The skates are already regaining their form like a memory foam mattress. The wheels, while tiny were amazingly durable and kept their shape the whole time.

You are also glad you wore your Dura-Last clothes or they would have been torn to shreds. It takes you a few minutes but your battered body eventually pops back into shape. You shakily sit up and try to get your bearings. The skates haves been thoroughly tested in your opinion... Though the thought of going back through that hellish rink is too much to bare. Maybe you could get one of the ladies here to take you back? You see a few groups of women skating slowly and shakily but still giggling and having fun. You see at the very center a pretty small circle, even for tiny standards, with three guys skating carefully. That's probably the only tiny 'accomodation' in this whole place... and you have to cross the most dangerous area to get to it! You sigh but that's about the standard for most places right now. Across from you you see a sign low against the wall only a few inches off the ground. It reads 'Press Button for Tiny Assistance' you see a tiny red button. Nearby you see a bored employee. Your eyes widen... She's chewing something as she stares out into the crowd looking disinterested.

"Oh no...." You mutter to yourself. You really don't want to become her gum especially after the brutality you've endured today. You glance back at the rink. It's still full of women roaring through and having fun. You spot the Tri-Stars way across the rink chugging giant drinks and seemingly ready to enter again at any moment....