Of COURSE It's Shayna's Room
WWE Shrink Ray
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
patnewworld
Draped across the chair is a black and gold shirt, adorned with the phrase "Crank, Rip, Tear" and a pattern on it that looks like a series of spades. "Oh god no. Not her. Anyone but her right now..." is all the shrunken Becky can squeak out before she looks over to see the door to the room unlock, and the imposing form of Shayna Baszler steps through. Shayna is dressed in workout clothes, just a well worn black tank top and a pair of tight white gym shorts. She is sweating from head to toe, gulping down a huge bottle of water as she closes the door behind her. Becky doesn't waste any time and scrambles to the far side of Shayna's bedside table, hiding her naked body behind the base of the lamp she had just used to climb up. Shayna takes the gym towel from around her neck and says to herself "Can't believe they didn't put me on the card tonight. At least i was able to get a workout in before the end of the night." Shayna wipes her forehead and under her pits, before tossing her gym towel onto the bedside table. Becky braces herself for impact as the huge cloth slaps against the surface of the tabletop. Becky isn't moving an inch before she knows it's safe, and instead she just peeks around from behind the lamp, observing Shayna's every move. The hundred-foot tall MMA specialist pulls out her phone and dials it, and within a few seconds a somewhat familiar voice answers on the other end with "Hello?" "Marina, it's Shayna. I know we have to head out tonight to go to the next town. Get Jessamyn and come pick me up from my hotel room in a half hour or so." "You got it, Shayna. See you then." Shayna sets an alarm for herself and puts her phone down on the table just a few feet in front of Becky... at least a few feet by Becky's perspective. The self appointed Queen of Spades takes her sweaty feet out of her gym shoes and swings her legs around to lay down on the bed, not even bothering to change out of her smelly gymwear. As she lays down her arm stretches high above Becky who covers her mouth so she doesn't make a single sound. Shayna pulls the lamp on the table a little closer to her, and without looking switches it off, leaving the room in much dimmer light. She turns over and lays on her side, falling asleep within a matter of seconds. Clearly she's a deep sleeper, which is good news for little Becky.
"Of all the fuckin people i get stuck in a room with, it's gotta be her. She already tried to take a bite out of me neck when i wasn't the size of her finger. Imagine if she got a hold of me now, she'd probably swallow me whole." Becky shakes her head at her original plan and thinks "I ain't getting any help here. Best try to get the fuck out of here before this beastly bitch wakes up." Becky looks over to the lamp chord she climbed up with, but since Shayna moved it ever so slightly, the chord is tightened out from the wall. If she tried to climb down it, she'd have no slack, and would probably slide right off of it. So she decides she needs to use her surroundings to her advantage once again, and walks over towards Shayna's discarded gym towel. At her smaller size, the smell and heat coming off of it is rancid, but Becky knows she could definitely use it to get down quicker than anticipated. Using all her strength she pushes against the wet cotton fabric, and inch by inch manages to move the towel from the middle of the table towards the edge. Wiping away a combination of her own hard earned sweat and Shayna's permeating musk from the towel, Becky feels gross but knows she's accomplishing something when an edge of the towel actually falls down over the edge of the table. With a few more determined pushes, Becky manages to push the entire tent-sized cloth down onto the floor, where it lands in a pile with a small "thud". Becky sits with her legs dangling over the edge and looks down to the soaked fabric beneath her. "Alright. Now all i gotta do is jump down and land on the towel. If getting dropped by Nia taught me anything, it's that i seem to fall a little softer while i'm this small." She wipes some leftover grime and wetness from her shoulders and around her face and lets out a short "bleh" at her situation. "I'm gonna need one hell of a shower after this one. It'll take weeks to get the smell of Shayna's sweat out of my hair." Becky takes a deep breath and stands back up to her feet, ready to jump down and escape from Shayna's room before she even knows she was there.
"Of all the fuckin people i get stuck in a room with, it's gotta be her. She already tried to take a bite out of me neck when i wasn't the size of her finger. Imagine if she got a hold of me now, she'd probably swallow me whole." Becky shakes her head at her original plan and thinks "I ain't getting any help here. Best try to get the fuck out of here before this beastly bitch wakes up." Becky looks over to the lamp chord she climbed up with, but since Shayna moved it ever so slightly, the chord is tightened out from the wall. If she tried to climb down it, she'd have no slack, and would probably slide right off of it. So she decides she needs to use her surroundings to her advantage once again, and walks over towards Shayna's discarded gym towel. At her smaller size, the smell and heat coming off of it is rancid, but Becky knows she could definitely use it to get down quicker than anticipated. Using all her strength she pushes against the wet cotton fabric, and inch by inch manages to move the towel from the middle of the table towards the edge. Wiping away a combination of her own hard earned sweat and Shayna's permeating musk from the towel, Becky feels gross but knows she's accomplishing something when an edge of the towel actually falls down over the edge of the table. With a few more determined pushes, Becky manages to push the entire tent-sized cloth down onto the floor, where it lands in a pile with a small "thud". Becky sits with her legs dangling over the edge and looks down to the soaked fabric beneath her. "Alright. Now all i gotta do is jump down and land on the towel. If getting dropped by Nia taught me anything, it's that i seem to fall a little softer while i'm this small." She wipes some leftover grime and wetness from her shoulders and around her face and lets out a short "bleh" at her situation. "I'm gonna need one hell of a shower after this one. It'll take weeks to get the smell of Shayna's sweat out of my hair." Becky takes a deep breath and stands back up to her feet, ready to jump down and escape from Shayna's room before she even knows she was there.
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November 12
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