Accidental elevator ride
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 4
You shuffled down a long hallway, trying to make sense of the endless maze of locked doors and seemingly random turns. You couldn't tell if the serum that Ms. Hizuki hit you with was making you disoriented, or if your slightly shorter vantage point was already making things confusing for you, but either way you were having trouble figuring out where you had been and where anything else was. This was so frustrating! How was anyone supposed to know where they were in this place, you fumed.
You were looking for any sort of signs on the walls when you came upon an elevator door. Oh, good! You could look at the floor diagram to figure out where stuff was, surely. You started looking up and down the chart when there was a BING! You glanced over at the two parting steel doors, and nearly fainted when you saw who was revealed: a dark skinned beauty, with hips that nearly spanned the doorway.
Your eyes starting going up and down faster than any elevator, despite your best attempts to keep them politely focused. The woman was wearing what could be, generously, described as "business casual" by some: a button up shirt that ended far above her cute belly button and a skirt that hugged her hips so tightly you could practically hear the fabric tearing already. The woman was adjusting her hair and, as you watched, pulled a long strand of dark hair behind her ear with one hand, revealing her stunning eyes. You tried to keep from staring at the singular plastic shirt button that was preventing her entire enormous bust from spilling out of her shirt as it shook from her movements. Despite your captivation you managed to spot a simple nametag, bearing the word "Yasmine" across it, pinned to her shirt pocket. The woman's eyes, now revealed from behind her hair, met yours.
Yasmine regarded you with apparent indifference as she extended one long leg out of the elevator, her skirt parting just enough to reveal a bare, toned thigh that seemed to stretch on for miles. You could feel your cheeks flushing as you felt the her eyes on at you, as if daring you to break her gaze to look at any of her exposed skin. The woman set a hand on one hip, accentuating her completely bare midriff and thick thighs even more, and stepped forward. Unable to help yourself, you glanced down as the woman sauntered confidently forwards, and for a moment you thought you caught the woman smiling to herself as she began to pass you. What was that about? Had she wanted your attention? You couldn't tell...
Finally getting your brain working again, you managed to say, and without drooling on yourself, "Miss! Can... could you tell me where uh, the uh wrestling... thing... is?" Fortunately for you, despite the woman's long legs, she was taking her sweet walking past you, giving you plenty of time to trip over your own tongue and make an ass of yourself. You tried to clarify, "I'm ah, a little bit lo-" but before you could finish, the woman cut you off: "Lost in my eyes?" the woman said sweetly, and with a flicker of her long eyelashes. Yasmine reached out and traced a finger delicately up your arm, sending a tingle down your spine, as she continued her slow, alluring strut past you. You tried to sputter a response, which seemed to delight Yasmine, who giggled very softly and slapped her enormous rump with the hand that had just been on your arm. You weren't able to take your eyes off of the round, jiggling sight of Yasmine's enormous ass, held back by her skirt, as she casually ambled away. Yasmine's hand flicked up, giving you a small and seductive wave, as she left.
It wasn't until she had disappeared around the corner that you realized that she never even answered your question, or that you hadn't even been able to ask a sensible question in the first place. What the hell just happened!? Was that woman flirting with you, or what? You were still blinking, trying to figure out what kind of spell that girl had just put you in, when the elevator doors closed, and you realized that at some point you had drifted into the elevator. And you hadn't had no idea what any of the floor numbers corresponded to...
As you tried to get your thoughts in order, the elevator dinged again and whirred into motion. You sighed, trying to stay optimistic: you might be hopelessly lost, but if every woman working here was even half as gorgeous as whoever that last one was, maybe this job would be alright. But wait, something felt different. Your clothes felt looser (though maybe not your shorts...). You looked to the side, into one of the elevator's walls, which was a floor length mirror, and saw that you were shorter than before. Not by much, probably no more than another few inches... But when did that happen!? Definitely not before you got to the elevator, you remember being well above the elevator buttons still, before the doors opened. But then you could barely remember any details after that, other than the girl Yasmine, and now... you definitely seemed lower to the floor, and your clothes were definitely hanging more loosely from your frame. Well shit, looks like Hizuki's stupid shrinking serum wasn't done with you yet.
Before you had a chance to fume over your decreased height, the elevator reached it's called destination, and the doors slid open.
There was a loud bout of girlish laughter as someone pushed their way through the doors, giving you no chance of getting off first...
Who's getting on the elevator with you?
You were looking for any sort of signs on the walls when you came upon an elevator door. Oh, good! You could look at the floor diagram to figure out where stuff was, surely. You started looking up and down the chart when there was a BING! You glanced over at the two parting steel doors, and nearly fainted when you saw who was revealed: a dark skinned beauty, with hips that nearly spanned the doorway.
Your eyes starting going up and down faster than any elevator, despite your best attempts to keep them politely focused. The woman was wearing what could be, generously, described as "business casual" by some: a button up shirt that ended far above her cute belly button and a skirt that hugged her hips so tightly you could practically hear the fabric tearing already. The woman was adjusting her hair and, as you watched, pulled a long strand of dark hair behind her ear with one hand, revealing her stunning eyes. You tried to keep from staring at the singular plastic shirt button that was preventing her entire enormous bust from spilling out of her shirt as it shook from her movements. Despite your captivation you managed to spot a simple nametag, bearing the word "Yasmine" across it, pinned to her shirt pocket. The woman's eyes, now revealed from behind her hair, met yours.
Yasmine regarded you with apparent indifference as she extended one long leg out of the elevator, her skirt parting just enough to reveal a bare, toned thigh that seemed to stretch on for miles. You could feel your cheeks flushing as you felt the her eyes on at you, as if daring you to break her gaze to look at any of her exposed skin. The woman set a hand on one hip, accentuating her completely bare midriff and thick thighs even more, and stepped forward. Unable to help yourself, you glanced down as the woman sauntered confidently forwards, and for a moment you thought you caught the woman smiling to herself as she began to pass you. What was that about? Had she wanted your attention? You couldn't tell...
Finally getting your brain working again, you managed to say, and without drooling on yourself, "Miss! Can... could you tell me where uh, the uh wrestling... thing... is?" Fortunately for you, despite the woman's long legs, she was taking her sweet walking past you, giving you plenty of time to trip over your own tongue and make an ass of yourself. You tried to clarify, "I'm ah, a little bit lo-" but before you could finish, the woman cut you off: "Lost in my eyes?" the woman said sweetly, and with a flicker of her long eyelashes. Yasmine reached out and traced a finger delicately up your arm, sending a tingle down your spine, as she continued her slow, alluring strut past you. You tried to sputter a response, which seemed to delight Yasmine, who giggled very softly and slapped her enormous rump with the hand that had just been on your arm. You weren't able to take your eyes off of the round, jiggling sight of Yasmine's enormous ass, held back by her skirt, as she casually ambled away. Yasmine's hand flicked up, giving you a small and seductive wave, as she left.
It wasn't until she had disappeared around the corner that you realized that she never even answered your question, or that you hadn't even been able to ask a sensible question in the first place. What the hell just happened!? Was that woman flirting with you, or what? You were still blinking, trying to figure out what kind of spell that girl had just put you in, when the elevator doors closed, and you realized that at some point you had drifted into the elevator. And you hadn't had no idea what any of the floor numbers corresponded to...
As you tried to get your thoughts in order, the elevator dinged again and whirred into motion. You sighed, trying to stay optimistic: you might be hopelessly lost, but if every woman working here was even half as gorgeous as whoever that last one was, maybe this job would be alright. But wait, something felt different. Your clothes felt looser (though maybe not your shorts...). You looked to the side, into one of the elevator's walls, which was a floor length mirror, and saw that you were shorter than before. Not by much, probably no more than another few inches... But when did that happen!? Definitely not before you got to the elevator, you remember being well above the elevator buttons still, before the doors opened. But then you could barely remember any details after that, other than the girl Yasmine, and now... you definitely seemed lower to the floor, and your clothes were definitely hanging more loosely from your frame. Well shit, looks like Hizuki's stupid shrinking serum wasn't done with you yet.
Before you had a chance to fume over your decreased height, the elevator reached it's called destination, and the doors slid open.
There was a loud bout of girlish laughter as someone pushed their way through the doors, giving you no chance of getting off first...
Who's getting on the elevator with you?
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May 31, 2023
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