[Eelskin]

Chapter 4

?You may want to check out the massage parlour. When was the last time you had a massage??

Sabrina thought back. ?It?s probably been years.?

?Well, we have a dozen highly qualified male masseuses. Why don?t we see when they?re available??

?Sure!? Sabrina nearly jumped. ?To be honest, I saw it in the brochure and just didn?t think too much about it. But now, it?s sounding like a really good idea.?

?I?m glad to hear it,? replied Alexandra, as she pushed open the doors to the parlour. As Sabrina walked in, she noted the height of the ceiling, but, slightly giddy, realised that it was less and less shocking every time the walked into a room. I?m really growing, she repeated in her head. I still can?t quite wrap my head around it. Then she rested her eyes on the receptionist.

Sabrina was, of course, still smaller than Alexandra, and the desk up against the wall was just slightly higher than she would expect a desk to be outside of the resort, coming up to her stomach. But the receptionist was a young man who was dwarfed by the desk he was sitting at. Sabrina giggled as she realised that his feet couldn?t be touching the ground. It looked like he was sitting in a high chair.

The man looked up and Sabrina thought she could detect a tiny moment of hesitation when his eyes passed over Alexandra before he smiled. But he put down his pencil and smiled up at the two women as they approached the desk. I?m probably imagining it, she thought.

?Good afternoon, ladies. How can I help you today??

Alexandra turned to Sabrina, looking down at her. ?Mrs. Lavoie, this is Robert, one of our most talented masseuses.?

?Why, thank you, Alexandra.? Robert?s voice seemed oddly cold as he spoke to her.

?Hi,? said Sabrina, giving a small wave. Robert smiled and extended his hand to shake hers. Sabrina took it and enjoyed greatly the feeling of grasping this man?s much small hand in hers. It was only a few hours ago that she had taken the bottle of liquid from Alexandra at the front desk, and the reversal now was extremely satisfying.

Alexandra turned back to Robert. ?Mrs. Lavoie here is interested in scheduling a massage.?

Robert opened a small book which he took out of a drawer. ?No problem.? He turned to Sabrina. ?Have you ever been here before? Do you want a particular masseuse??

?No, I don?t know? do you recommend someone??

?Well, if you don?t have any preference, I could pencil you in with? Sam? for 8:15 tonight??

Alexandra spoke up again. ?Actually, Mrs. Lavoie, I?d like to recommend the house special.?

Sabrina looked at her with surprise and excitement. ?What?s that??

Alexandra laughed. ?It?s nothing tasteless, or crude, I promise you.?

Robert lifted his pencil from the paper. ?Well, in that case, I need to ask for your credit card number to make a reservation, Mrs. Lavoie.?

Slightly disappointed, Sabrina said, ?Oh, I?ll just get a regular??

She was cut off by Alexandra. ?Robert, Mrs. Lavoie is staying in our honeymoon suite for the week. I believe this is included in her costs.?

Robert cocked his head at Alexandra. ?Alexandra, the house special isn?t??

His voice trailed off as Alexandra gave him a look to freeze water. He paused for a moment and swallowed. ?Uh, yeah. Yeah, it?s uhm, included. My mistake.?

He looked through his book while Alexandra beamed at Sabrina. Sabrina had been trying to peer into an open doorway to see one of the private massage rooms.

?In that case, tonight?s no good. Would you mind waiting until? tomorrow afternoon, Mrs. Lavoie? At 2:30??

She looked down. ?Sure!?

?Perfect.? He began to write. The door opened behind them and another guest walked in, a black-haired woman who smiled at Robert. Sabrina realised with elation that she was taller than this new woman. It was by only an inch or two, but thrilling nonetheless. She looked back at Alexandra and noticed that her eyes were now level with Alexandra?s chin, whereas half an hour ago she had been looking into her neck.

Robert looked up and smiled at this new guest. ?Hi Mrs. Perez. I?ll be with you in just a moment.?

?Actually, Robert,? said Alexandra, ?I think we?re done.? She looked at Sabrina, who shrugged and nodded.

?Well then, we?ll be waiting for you tomorrow, Mrs. Lavoie.?

?Thanks!? Sabrina followed Alexandra out of the parlour.

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?God damned woman. Fucking bitch. Where the hell does she get off? I swear I should?ve quit.? Margaret got off her knees and pulled off her rubber gloves after having finished scrubbing the smaller of the two toilets, the tank of which didn?t even come up to her knee.

At eleven foot eleven, Margaret was the tallest employee at Hotel Hippolyte, and loved it. She could look down at everyone, and often did. Not in a malicious way, just because she enjoyed the feeling. It made her feel more self-assured, more confident. She felt happier and more in control of herself at this size, and that made everyday interactions with people easier.

So why, then, can?t I handle a conversation with Dolores Crowley? she chastised herself. When they both stood at their full heights, Margaret?s boss only came up to the middle of Margaret?s thigh. She wasn?t a particularly short woman, but Margaret was just so large that she dwarfed everyone around her to an extreme degree. Yet, for the huge difference in height, Dolores knew exactly how to silence Margaret with a word and make her feel smaller even than she was at her natural height. Her confidence was unshakeable, and she was cruel to boot. Not here to be ogled, my ass, Margaret fumed. She probably just gets off on ordering around people taller than she is. As she pushed the cleaning cart back into the hallway, she imagined being tall enough to pick her boss up off the floor. She smiled. She imagined holding her in one hand and squeezing. In her mind, Dolores? face turned red as she slapped at Margaret?s fingers, gasping for air.

She enjoyed the fantasy so much that she ran the cart into someone walking down the hall as she pushed it out the door. She felt the bump and heard a man?s voice say ?Hey!? from behind the cart, but the cart was taller than whoever she had just hit and she couldn?t see him.

?Oh, I?m sorry!? cried Margaret, snapped out of her daydream, as she rushed around to see who she had just bumped into.

?You need a license to drive that thing?? Standing in the hallway, chewing a cigar, stood Nathan, who looked up at her questioningly. ?The car I drive is smaller than that monstrosity. And I drive myself a very large car.?

Margaret sighed with relief. ?I?m sorry, Nathan. I?m just distracted.?

?Oh? And pray, what by? You thinking about your pretty little boyfriend again? I keep telling you, he ain?t good enough for you. He?s a what? A barber??

She smiled, despite herself. ?A botanist.?

?Same thing. Look, someone as smart and beautiful as yourself should be with someone who?s a bit more experienced! Someone who knows what life is about! And if you were interested in trying out something a little more??

Margaret laughed. ?I?m taken, Nathan. But thanks for the offer.?

Nathan gestured down the hallway. ?You change your mind, you know where I?m found.? He looked at her face a moment longer and his expression changed. ?No, you ain?t thinking about your barber. Leastways, I hope you ain?t. What?s wrong??

She sighed deeply. ?It?s the boss. I?m supposed to be gone right now- I had to cancel plans with my sister because my?? she held herself from cursing in front of the guests. ?My boss gave me overtime at the last minute. She?s not supposed to be able to do that.?

?So why do you take it??

?Have you met her??

?I seen her around.?

?I just? I just can?t argue with her. I can?t stand up to her. It?s so frustrating!? Her face went a shade redder and she had to fight to keep her voice from quivering. ?I just thought that when I? I mean, because I?m so?? she gestured at her own body.

Nathan smiled and shook his head. ?It ain?t nothing to do with that. You think you can drink some potion or other and wake up clear and confident? Nosirree. Ain?t no such shortcut. You gotta do that yourself. But the nice thing is, is once you have it, you have it.?

?Yeah? I know.?

?Well then, next time your boss tries to pull that, you just think to yourself whether you deserve to be treated like that.? Margaret just smiled, and Nathan continued. ?You want a hint??

?A hint? To what??

?To whether you deserve that treatment.?

Margaret smiled at him. ?Sure.?

?You don?t. Oops. That wasn?t so much a hint, was it??

Margaret looked down at the man. ?Thanks, Nathan. I really appreciate that.?

He spread his arms. ?I am always here.?

?I?m glad. But I gotta go. I actually finished the extra work and I?ve gotta go see if I can salvage these plans with my sister.?

?Godspeed, young?un.?

She smiled at him and pushed the cart down the hallway, more careful now to make sure that there was no one in her path. Nathan watched her go, then stepped into his room.

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?Enter.?

Alexandra pushed the door to the manager?s office open, and Dolores was sitting at her desk, typing on her computer. Alexandra looked down and thought to herself, not for the first time, how small her boss looked.

Dolores looked up. ?So??

?I showed her around. Like you asked.?

?Did she schedule a massage??

?Tomorrow, 2:30.?

?Excellent. Thank you, Alexandra. Take the rest of the day off.?

?Thank you, Miss Crowley.?

Dolores nodded and returned her eyes to the screen. Alexandra closed the door and began to walk to the staff room. On her way in, she passed Margaret, who glared at her as she walked in the opposite direction. As tall as Alexandra was, her eyes still only reached Margaret?s chest, and she looked up into Margaret?s face as they walked by. Margaret?s fiery look wilted Alexandra?s mood instantly, and the assistant manager stopped in her tracks. Margaret didn?t. Alexandra turned around to see Margaret?s back disappear around the corner. After a moment, she continued on to the staff room to get changed. That new girl might need a change in her attitude. I?ll see to her tomorrow.

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That evening, Sabrina and Joshua had dinner in their suite, opting for room service instead of eating at one of the restaurants in the resort. Alexandra had extolled the restaurants at the resort, telling Sabrina about the chefs that they had hired from five-star restaurants in New York and Los Angeles, but in the end, Sabrina and Joshua just wanted ? finally ? some private time.

Sabrina giggled as she pulled open the door. It was still larger than doors she was used to, but she grinned down at her husband, remembering how only a few hours earlier she had walked into the exact same room, through the exact same door, but from a totally different perspective.

When she opened the door, she gasped. Joshua closed the door behind them while she walked in, turning a slow circle, marvelling at the perceived difference in the room in the past several hours. She sat on the bed playfully, remarking how she (and Joshua) had had to climb up on it before, using the steps to either side. She walked over to the two chairs and picked up the small one. It was still an effort to her, but it seemed like a chair built for a child, rather than for a full-grown person. She sat down in the larger one and crossed her legs, grinning. Joshua was staring at her from the door, with a similar grin on his face, marvelling at how he somehow felt even smaller than he had earlier.

?How is it?? he asked.

She thought for a moment, then, instead of speaking, got up and walked over to him. She bent at the waist, allowing her breasts to hang in front of his face for a moment, then kissed him gently on the lips. She giggled again, noting how small his mouth was and how much skin around his mouth she kissed without even intending to. They broke the kiss, and Sabrina took a step forward and crouched down, grabbed Joshua under his bum and stood up.

?Woah, woah, woah!? he laughed, protesting half-heartedly at his Amazon wife picking him up off the floor. He wrapped his legs around her waist and they kissed, with him hanging in the air, passionately. When the kiss ended, she pulled away from him and looked him in his much smaller eyes.

?It?s fucking amazing.?

So they ordered food to their room. Pasta. Hamburgers. A 24-inch pizza. Lots of red wine. Sabrina ate like a horse. They sat in the hot tub which was in their room while they ate, Joshua sitting on a ledge with his legs hanging down, and Sabrina sitting next to him at a ledge positioned lower. Like the entire resort, it had been built for this specific purpose, so that people of any size could sit comfortably, with the result that there were ledges of all shapes and sizes at every height. Joshua had been amazed when he stepped in, laughing at how his feet couldn?t even touch the bottom when he swam. So he sat on a ledge by the rim, next to his colossal wife, whose eyes were at the same level despite the fact that her legs were stretched out in front of her, and they ate, and drank, and giggled, and got drunk.

Once they were uncomfortably hot and wet, they left the hot tub and took a cold shower together. If anything, being in a confined space only intensified the experience for both of them. There were three shower heads, each positioned at a different height so as to be convenient for guests of any stature, and they had fun using each of them. Joshua marvelled at how his face was directly in front of her belly, and by looking up, he could see the underside of her breasts when she was standing up straight. The shower was indeed huge, but the fact that it was occupied by a nine-foot woman made it a tight space. They both loved it, drunkenly splashing each other, spitting water onto each other, kissing and rubbing and washing each other.

They left the shower and returned to the main room. Sabrina looked around the room again, still amazed at the experience. It feels so unreal. I almost don?t want to go back to the real world. It?s just so? she looked down at her husband, towelling himself off. ?cute.

Joshua dropped the towel on the floor and grinned up at her, his erection pointing straight ahead. ?What do you say we explore the bed next?? he asked.

She smiled. ?Okay, but we?ve got to do this properly.?

?What do you mean??

She grabbed his hand and walked over to the door to the hallway and opened it. He began immediately to protest. ?Sabrina, what are you- I?m still naked! You?re still naked! Why-?

But then they were both outside, in the hallway. There was no one around to see them, Joshua noted with relief. Sabrina hadn?t even looked. Instead, she leaned down and swept his feet forward so that she was holding him horizontally and he was lying across her arms, pressed against her chest. Carrying him, she carefully passed through the doorway, back into their room, let the door close behind them, walked across the room and dropped him unceremoniously on the bed. He bounced and grinned up at her. She stared down at him, still enjoying the comparison.

?Okay,? she said. ?Now I?m ready.?