Felicity keeps walking as she exits Touko’s office, clearly still a little annoyed by what just happened in there, and you try your best to keep up with her brisk pace. Thanks to your reduced size, it’s a little difficult, as Felicity could easily match the distance of several of your steps with just one of hers. You barely manage to trail directly behind her as she heads down the hallway. Well at least this tour is starting out with a nice view, you think to yourself as your eyes shamelessly lock onto Felicity’s huge, round ass as it sashays in front of you, her leather suit and high heels further emphasizing its size and shape and compelling you to keep following it as if it were a carrot on a stick.
Still, for someone that’s supposed to be your tour guide here, Felicity is moving awfully quickly, and she hasn’t said a word to you since you two left Touko’s office. You keep passing by places that might be worth mentioning to a new employee, like the locker rooms or the gym, but she doesn’t even give them a passing glance, let alone pause to tell you about them. It makes you wonder where exactly she plans on taking you first. You would ask her if it wasn’t taking so much effort to keep up with her, so all you can really do right now is silently trust your new coworker and follow her lead.
You follow Felicity for the next few minutes, navigating your way through what feels like a dozen hallways. Just how big is this freaking place...or does it just feel bigger because you’ve shrunk? Before you can think anymore about that, Felicity suddenly stops in her tracks; you fail to notice in time and quickly collide face-first into her warm, shapely rear. Felicity gives a startled yip at the sudden impact, completely caught off-guard by it. She takes a step forward and looks behind her, and her surprise quickly turns to indifference at the sight of you. “Oh, right: you...Forgot you were still around.” She forgot about you!? So you’ve been wandering around this place, working up a sweat while trying to keep up with Felicity, for absolutely nothing!? “What was your name again,” she asks passively, acting almost like those house cats that think they’re too good for their owners, further annoying you.
“Tom,” you say irately. “I’m a new wrestler here. Touko told you to show me around, remember?”
“Right, right, the boring job. I remember now,” Felicity says dismissively as she turns to face you. When she does, she finally takes a moment to get a good look at you, making her realize how truly small you are compared to her (at the right angles, she can’t even see you past her huge breasts). Now that she thinks about it, the disparity is actually kind of funny, if not a little fascinating. She arches an eyebrow and asks sarcastically, “Though are you sure about that ‘wrestler’ part, hun? An intense league like this is probably too much for a mouse-sized wrestler like you.” Felicity gives a Cheshire smirk when she suddenly comes up with a funny joke. “In fact, it’d make more sense for me to start calling you Mousey instead of Tommy. Isn’t that right, Mousey? Haha.”
You blush and scowl at Felicity’s cutting words. She’s not wrong, and you know it. But that doesn’t mean you have to sit here and enjoy listening to it. “Whatever, I’ll make do,” you grumble. “Not like I have a choice in the matter...,” you add under your breath. “Now let’s get this tour over with so I can hurry up and start winning here.”
Amused by your words, Felicity taunts, “Oooh, tough little guy, aren’t we?” Maybe there’s a chance for Felicity to have some fun after all..."You're cute Mousey, and you've got some spunk. I'll give you that. But that's not really going to help you here. If anything, knowing the kind of women Touko tends to hire here, it'll just get you into more trouble," she says, coyly glossing over the fact that she’s clearly also one of those “troublesome” women she just mentioned. Felicity thought that might be enough to deter you, but the stubborn look in your eye tells her otherwise. “Fine, then. Right this way...Mousey, heehee,” she teases as she gestures you to follow beside her, ready to start this tour for real. Miffed by the brunette’s playful remarks, you mutter under your breath a bit as you walk next to her, but at least she’s walking slow enough for you to keep up with her now. As you two walk down the hall, Felicity points out a few of the things you pass by, though you quickly notice that her commentary is far from enlightening. “ *Yawn*...Let’s see. Over there...is a room. And to your left...is another room. Down there’s a hall closet, which could make a decent hiding spot in a pinch...And that’s a water fountain, if you’re into that.” Despite her growing interest in you, Felicity still can’t muster any enthusiasm in leading a traditional, plain-old, boring tour, much to your further annoyance. Does every woman in this place have to be so difficult to deal with?
Felicity continues her rambling as she ambles down the hallway with you, until you're finally fed up with it, hating the fact that she’s talking down to you (both figuratively and literally). “What the hell, Felicity? Isn’t there anything useful you can tell me about this place? I thought you knew this place in and out?”
Felicity smirks wryly, enjoying that she’s getting a rise out of you. “Maybe. Maybe not,” she says coyly, admiring her nails as she does.
“Well are you going to actually show me, or what,” you ask impatiently.
Sensing a new game afoot, Felicity says, “Tell you what, Mousey, if you really want me to show you something good, all you have to do is one, little thing.”
Great, another freaking hoop to jump through. “Oh? And what’s that?”
Felicity lowers her gorgeous, masked face to your ear and whispers, “You’re gonna have to catch me first.” With that, Felicity suddenly turns around and starts to bolt down the hall like a rocket, leaving you in her dust.
“H-hey! Wait a minute!” Surprised and frustrated by Felicity’s continued impulsiveness, it takes you a few seconds to start running after her, which gives her plenty of time to get a massive head-start on you. You run as fast as you can, but you can’t gain any ground on Felicity, who only widens the gap between you two as the seconds go by. Again, you’re amazed by how fleet-footed and agile she really is, considering her height and extremely ample proportions (not to mention the fact that she’s in heels). Compared to your new smaller body (which you’ve just discovered gets winded a lot more quickly now), she’s like an olympic athlete. You watch Felicity’s leather-clad, hourglass figure get further and further away from you as she easily loses you. By the time you’re halfway down the hall, she quickly turns the corner into the next one, escaping your sight. Great, there goes your tour guide.
You continue desperately running after Felicity, though you fear that, once you finally turn that corner, you’ll see she’s long gone. Just as you reach the corner, you begin to wonder how the hell you’re gonna find your way around this place, but, as soon as you run into the next hallway, your train of thought gets derailed by bumping into something. Two somethings, actually. Two big and soft somethings. With a fleshy “POMFF,” you find find your face wedged in Felicity's vast cleavage, lightly trapping you.
The Pussy Cat had been waiting for you just around the corner, planning to ambush you with her breasts. She even undid her zipper more as she waited for you, ensuring you'd get caught in her teasing, cream-colored trap. Felicity laughs when she feels you yelp and flail in surprise against her, keeping you there for a few moments. Finally, with a graceful shake of her immense chest, she lets you go, the impulse knocking you back onto your butt. You look up to see Felicity bent over towards you, giggling at you as her breasts continue to jiggle from the impact. “Haha, better watch where you’re going around these halls, little Mousey. You never know what big, sexy things you might run into,” she gloats.
You blush a deep red, embarrassed and stimulated by Felicity's provocative prank as well as frustrated by the frivolous way she's been treating you. "Ugh, really, Felicity," you bark as you stand back up. You angrily flail your arms for a moment and turn around in a huff, attempting to let Felicity know that you're too miffed to even enjoy the sight of her and her nearly-exposed breasts right now. "It's stressful enough working in a place where I could shrink at any moment. I don't need to be dealing with all your stupid games on top of that. So are you finally gonna actually help me, or what?"
Impassive towards your plight, Felicity simply giggles at your frustrated reaction to her antics, enjoying how easily she can get you flustered. She's having more fun with the new guy than she initially thought she would, and now she intends to keep it up as much as possible.
What next?
Still, for someone that’s supposed to be your tour guide here, Felicity is moving awfully quickly, and she hasn’t said a word to you since you two left Touko’s office. You keep passing by places that might be worth mentioning to a new employee, like the locker rooms or the gym, but she doesn’t even give them a passing glance, let alone pause to tell you about them. It makes you wonder where exactly she plans on taking you first. You would ask her if it wasn’t taking so much effort to keep up with her, so all you can really do right now is silently trust your new coworker and follow her lead.
You follow Felicity for the next few minutes, navigating your way through what feels like a dozen hallways. Just how big is this freaking place...or does it just feel bigger because you’ve shrunk? Before you can think anymore about that, Felicity suddenly stops in her tracks; you fail to notice in time and quickly collide face-first into her warm, shapely rear. Felicity gives a startled yip at the sudden impact, completely caught off-guard by it. She takes a step forward and looks behind her, and her surprise quickly turns to indifference at the sight of you. “Oh, right: you...Forgot you were still around.” She forgot about you!? So you’ve been wandering around this place, working up a sweat while trying to keep up with Felicity, for absolutely nothing!? “What was your name again,” she asks passively, acting almost like those house cats that think they’re too good for their owners, further annoying you.
“Tom,” you say irately. “I’m a new wrestler here. Touko told you to show me around, remember?”
“Right, right, the boring job. I remember now,” Felicity says dismissively as she turns to face you. When she does, she finally takes a moment to get a good look at you, making her realize how truly small you are compared to her (at the right angles, she can’t even see you past her huge breasts). Now that she thinks about it, the disparity is actually kind of funny, if not a little fascinating. She arches an eyebrow and asks sarcastically, “Though are you sure about that ‘wrestler’ part, hun? An intense league like this is probably too much for a mouse-sized wrestler like you.” Felicity gives a Cheshire smirk when she suddenly comes up with a funny joke. “In fact, it’d make more sense for me to start calling you Mousey instead of Tommy. Isn’t that right, Mousey? Haha.”
You blush and scowl at Felicity’s cutting words. She’s not wrong, and you know it. But that doesn’t mean you have to sit here and enjoy listening to it. “Whatever, I’ll make do,” you grumble. “Not like I have a choice in the matter...,” you add under your breath. “Now let’s get this tour over with so I can hurry up and start winning here.”
Amused by your words, Felicity taunts, “Oooh, tough little guy, aren’t we?” Maybe there’s a chance for Felicity to have some fun after all..."You're cute Mousey, and you've got some spunk. I'll give you that. But that's not really going to help you here. If anything, knowing the kind of women Touko tends to hire here, it'll just get you into more trouble," she says, coyly glossing over the fact that she’s clearly also one of those “troublesome” women she just mentioned. Felicity thought that might be enough to deter you, but the stubborn look in your eye tells her otherwise. “Fine, then. Right this way...Mousey, heehee,” she teases as she gestures you to follow beside her, ready to start this tour for real. Miffed by the brunette’s playful remarks, you mutter under your breath a bit as you walk next to her, but at least she’s walking slow enough for you to keep up with her now. As you two walk down the hall, Felicity points out a few of the things you pass by, though you quickly notice that her commentary is far from enlightening. “ *Yawn*...Let’s see. Over there...is a room. And to your left...is another room. Down there’s a hall closet, which could make a decent hiding spot in a pinch...And that’s a water fountain, if you’re into that.” Despite her growing interest in you, Felicity still can’t muster any enthusiasm in leading a traditional, plain-old, boring tour, much to your further annoyance. Does every woman in this place have to be so difficult to deal with?
Felicity continues her rambling as she ambles down the hallway with you, until you're finally fed up with it, hating the fact that she’s talking down to you (both figuratively and literally). “What the hell, Felicity? Isn’t there anything useful you can tell me about this place? I thought you knew this place in and out?”
Felicity smirks wryly, enjoying that she’s getting a rise out of you. “Maybe. Maybe not,” she says coyly, admiring her nails as she does.
“Well are you going to actually show me, or what,” you ask impatiently.
Sensing a new game afoot, Felicity says, “Tell you what, Mousey, if you really want me to show you something good, all you have to do is one, little thing.”
Great, another freaking hoop to jump through. “Oh? And what’s that?”
Felicity lowers her gorgeous, masked face to your ear and whispers, “You’re gonna have to catch me first.” With that, Felicity suddenly turns around and starts to bolt down the hall like a rocket, leaving you in her dust.
“H-hey! Wait a minute!” Surprised and frustrated by Felicity’s continued impulsiveness, it takes you a few seconds to start running after her, which gives her plenty of time to get a massive head-start on you. You run as fast as you can, but you can’t gain any ground on Felicity, who only widens the gap between you two as the seconds go by. Again, you’re amazed by how fleet-footed and agile she really is, considering her height and extremely ample proportions (not to mention the fact that she’s in heels). Compared to your new smaller body (which you’ve just discovered gets winded a lot more quickly now), she’s like an olympic athlete. You watch Felicity’s leather-clad, hourglass figure get further and further away from you as she easily loses you. By the time you’re halfway down the hall, she quickly turns the corner into the next one, escaping your sight. Great, there goes your tour guide.
You continue desperately running after Felicity, though you fear that, once you finally turn that corner, you’ll see she’s long gone. Just as you reach the corner, you begin to wonder how the hell you’re gonna find your way around this place, but, as soon as you run into the next hallway, your train of thought gets derailed by bumping into something. Two somethings, actually. Two big and soft somethings. With a fleshy “POMFF,” you find find your face wedged in Felicity's vast cleavage, lightly trapping you.
The Pussy Cat had been waiting for you just around the corner, planning to ambush you with her breasts. She even undid her zipper more as she waited for you, ensuring you'd get caught in her teasing, cream-colored trap. Felicity laughs when she feels you yelp and flail in surprise against her, keeping you there for a few moments. Finally, with a graceful shake of her immense chest, she lets you go, the impulse knocking you back onto your butt. You look up to see Felicity bent over towards you, giggling at you as her breasts continue to jiggle from the impact. “Haha, better watch where you’re going around these halls, little Mousey. You never know what big, sexy things you might run into,” she gloats.
You blush a deep red, embarrassed and stimulated by Felicity's provocative prank as well as frustrated by the frivolous way she's been treating you. "Ugh, really, Felicity," you bark as you stand back up. You angrily flail your arms for a moment and turn around in a huff, attempting to let Felicity know that you're too miffed to even enjoy the sight of her and her nearly-exposed breasts right now. "It's stressful enough working in a place where I could shrink at any moment. I don't need to be dealing with all your stupid games on top of that. So are you finally gonna actually help me, or what?"
Impassive towards your plight, Felicity simply giggles at your frustrated reaction to her antics, enjoying how easily she can get you flustered. She's having more fun with the new guy than she initially thought she would, and now she intends to keep it up as much as possible.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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