[Eelskin]

ZZZ - Thank you! Most of my stories are of transformations much faster than this, so it was neat to write some barely perceptible growth for a change.

Chapter 5

Sabrina yawned, stretched, smiled and opened her eyes. The sun had risen, and Joshua was lying next to her, eyes already open, gazing at her face. She raised her hand and ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying how her hand, from her heel to the tips of her fingers, spanned his entire head.

They said nothing, just looked at each other for several minutes, though it seemed like only a few seconds. Eventually she leaned forward and kissed him.

?How long have you been awake?? she asked.

?Um. I didn?t really sleep,? he admitted sheepishly. His voice was hoarse.

She frowned. ?How come? Are you okay??

?Oh, yeah. Nothing?s wrong.?

?Well, what did you do all night??

?I went for a walk. Ate some of the pizza we didn?t finish. Mostly I just watched you sleeping.?

She grinned and kissed him again.

--

Dolores Crowley arrived at work early the next morning, before most of the guests were awake. Diane, the receptionist, nodded as she walked past, into the back room. Once there, she looked through the hotel log, found a vacant room and marked it as being closed temporarily. She then measured out a precise quantity of the growth agent. She filled the cup to the brim, giving herself the maximum quantity any employee was supposed to consume at one time, and drank it, wincing at the chemical flavour. She then poured herself another half-cup and, holding her nose, swallowed it as well. She walked out, past Diane again, down the empty hallway to the door of the room she had marked, slid her card in the reader, opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her.

Once inside, she went to the bathroom and pulled the oversized toga down off the wall. She brought it to the bed and laid it out, thinking about being able to wear it. I haven?t grown for? she counted mentally. Over two years. Not since I became manager. And do I ever not miss it. Dolores thought about the clumsiness, the inability to get anything done off of the resort, the lascivious stares from the male- and sometimes female- guests at the hotel that all came with being an Amazon. She had been overjoyed when, as manager, she was not only not required to be an Amazon, but actually prohibited from it. It was one of the reasons she had received the job over some of her co-workers with more seniority: they hadn't wanted to give up their height. Dolores had been itching to.

But it?ll be worth it. For a chance to even the score with Sabrina McCallister, I would endure this for the rest of my life. She grinned. And all it?ll take is one day of being big. I can handle that. And then I can handle Josh.

--

Margaret arrived at work slightly early, at a quarter to noon, not wanting to give Dolores any reason to give her a hard time or any extra work. She changed into her toga, checked the itinerary for the day and groaned. Room cleaning. I?d rather do almost anything else. I?d rather be tending bar, even. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was almost checkout time, which meant that most of the rooms would be empty already. She sighed and checked through the list of rooms that were being vacated that day. She also saw that room 39 was closed, but that no reason was given. She frowned.

?Hey, Diane??

?Mmm??

?What?s up with room 39??

?What do you mean?? Diane looked up from her magazine.

?It?s closed. Look.?

She held the book up for Diane to see, who read it, shrugged, and turned her face back down to read. ?I dunno.?

?Well, do I need to clean it??

Diane shrugged again. ?Dunno,? shed said again. ?Ask Miss Crowley.?

Margaret rolled her eyes, though Diane wasn?t looking at her to see. ?Yeah, I?ll do that. Thanks.?

Diane turned the page. ?No problem.?

Margaret walked away to get the cart from where she had placed it the previous evening. I?ll just clean it, she thought. I?d rather clean one extra room than talk to Dolores one extra time.

She moved from room to room methodically, taking no more time than was necessary. When she got to room 39, she passed her card through the slot and pushed the door open. She pushed the cart through the doorway and almost jumped when she looked up to see another Amazon standing directly in front of her. She blinked and looked at her for a moment before she recoginsed Dolores, dressed in a violet guest toga, glaring at her with her arms crossed over her chest. Margaret?s heart began to pound at the sight of her formerly tiny boss, now grown until she was almost as tall as Margaret herself, standing in the center of the room sternly. She tried to speak, but her breath caught in her throat. She stood awkwardly for a moment, neither woman moving, before Dolores spoke.

?What are you doing here, Margaret??

?I?m? uh?? she gestured at the cart she was pushing, because the words wouldn?t come to her. Dolores stood, waiting expectantly. Margaret eventually remembered the word and ended her sentence: ?cleaning.?

?I see. Well, this room does not need your services today. I have this room reserved for my personal use until further notice. You aren?t to enter here again until I mark it in the book as being open. Do you understand??

Margaret nodded slowly, her mouth open slightly.

Dolores waited a moment, then widened her eyes slightly. ?Margaret? You can go now. ?

?Uh, right. Sorry, Miss Crowley.? Margaret backed slowly into the hallway, pulling the cart behind her, then closed the door. She stared at it for a moment. What the hell was that all about? She wondered. No. You know what? I don?t even want to know. I?m just going to forgot that I ever saw that. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and pushed the cart further down the hall toward the next newly vacant room.

--

Nathan sat by the side of the pool, observing the other guests. It having been several hours since he finished breakfast, he realised that he was getting hungry, so he finished his afternoon martini and collected his towel and book and stood up, ready to head back to his room.

Once there, he dropped his belongings on his bed unceremoniously and began to leave for the common area again so he could get a late lunch. As he walked through the main lobby, he noticed a man with a salt-and-pepper beard clad in a business suit speaking with Diane, sitting behind the counter. Though she sat and he stood, their faces were level with each other.

?How can you not be able to find her?? the man insisted.

?She isn?t answering my pages, I?m sorry. I don?t know where she is.?

?Well, I-? the man stopped as he saw Nathan walking toward him. He paused for a moment and stared in recognition. He then laughed and extended his hand to shake. ?Mr. Ferraro? What are you doing here??

Nathan shifted his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other, shook the man?s hand forcefully, then jerked his head in the opposite direction. ?Come. Let?s walk. You seen the pool??

?Uh, no??

?Follow me. It?s real nice.?

The man turned back toward Diane and asked her, ?Look, Miss Marquez, please keep paging Miss Crowley, all right??

She nodded. ?Sure thing, Mr. Robinson.?

?Thanks.? He turned back to Nathan, who was waiting. He laughed again as they began walking. ?Well, Mr. Ferraro, this is a pleasant surprise. Are you on vacation??

?I most certainly am, Malcom. This is my favourite place to be at, so I make it a point to get myself here whenever I have myself a bit of time. And you? You look out of place.? He pointed at Malcom?s clothes. ?You ain?t hot??

?It is a pretty warm day,? he commented, shielding his eyes from the sun as they exited the building and entered the pool area. ?But I?m working, I?m afraid. I?m just here for a quick inspection and I?m supposed to meet with the manager, but the receptionist can?t seem to find her. Do you know her??

?That Crawly lady??

?Crowley.?

?I seen her.?

?Have you seen her today??

??Fraid not. I been sittin? out by the pool since sunup, but she ain?t come out.?

?I even called yesterday to tell her I?d be coming by. She?s normally very reliable. If you see her, would you mind asking her to find me??

?That manager don?t want to have nothing to do with the guests, you know. I tried to talk to her sometimes, but she always gets one o? them taller ladies to talk to me. Not that I mind terribly, but the fact is that I can?t help you out with gettin? her attention.?

Malcom stopped. ?You?re joking. She won?t talk to you? Doesn?t she know that you own this hotel??

Nathan turned around to face him. ?Nope.?

?But? really? I?m sure you could??

?Ah, the problem with that, Malcom, is that I don?t want to tip my hand.?

?Excuse me??

Nathan sighed. ?Look. I tell one person that the head honcho is stayin? here, and suddenly I?m getting? all kinds o? special treatment. ?Can I get you anything, Mister Ferraro?? ?Are you satisfied with absolutely everything, Mister Ferraro?? I tell you, I?d get no peace or quiet. No, as far as these ladies are concerned, I am one of many guests here, and nothin? else.?

Malcom began walking again. ?I see your point. But as pleasant as this is, I?m afraid I really need to find Miss Crowley.?

?Ah, I?m sure she?ll turn up. Come. Eat lunch with me.? He pointed toward one of the restaurants, which was beginning to clear out, now that the lunch rush was over. ?The bartender here mixes one hell of a mojito. You like mojitos??

--

Sabrina walked into the parlour, excited to receive her massage. She was just slightly taller now than she had been when she first came in, the previous day, but she still excitedly compared everything in it to her memories of it, enjoying the slight discrepancies. She was brought out of her daydream by the receptionist, another young man, not the same one who had been there the previous time.

?Hi! Can I help you??

?Yeah, I have an appointment.?

?With whom??

?Uh? I?m not sure, actually. I think it?s? Sam? My name is Lavoie.?

He frowned. ?Well, if you?re appointment is for right now, it wouldn?t be with me. I?m Sam, and I?m working front desk for the moment. Let me check?? He flipped through several pages before he found her. ?Oh! You?re getting the special!?

?Uh, yeah, I guess I am.?

?Okay. Well in that case??

?I got her.? Robert walked in from one of the massage rooms. ?Hi, Mrs. Lavoie.?

?Hi, Robert,? she smiled.

?If you?ll follow me, please.?

She smiled at Sam and followed Robert into one of the back rooms. There were two other men in this room, sitting on chairs and chatting. There was also one table, long enough for her to rest her entire body into it, with a hole for her to position her face if she were laying face-down. She noted how low down it was to the ground, until she remembered that this was one of the few objects in the resort that was built to accommodate the height of men. She also had to remind herself that the table wasn?t low down to the ground- it just wasn?t as tall as everything else. She giggled at the realisation and looked down at Robert, whose head was about as tall as her belly.

She then looked with confusion at the two other men. ?Hi??

They stood up and one stepped forward. ?Hi, Mrs. Lavoie. I?m Terrence, and this is Ramon.? They each reached their hands up to shake hers.

She shook them, then realised slowly why they were in the room. ?Oh! Am? are all three of you going to, uh??

Ramon nodded. ?Well, you asked for the house special, didn?t you??

?I guess I did, I just? didn?t know exactly what that was.?

?Well, this is what it is. Three masseuses.?

She grinned from ear to ear in excitement. ?That sounds really? lovely.?

Robert motioned toward the table. ?Well, make yourself comfortable.?

She began to sit down, then stood back up. ?Should I? do I keep the toga on??

?Up to you. Some of our guests do, some don?t.?

She winced. ?I don?t have anything on under it.?

?Well, no. None of our guests do. But if you aren?t comfortable, then you certainly don?t have to take it off.?

?No, it?s fine.? She began to pull her toga over her head and the three of them looked away respectfully. Naked, she lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her crossed arms. The table was soft and cool and felt wonderful against her bare skin. She was conscious of her bare bum exposed to the air, but shrugged it off. ?Okay, I?m ready.?

The three of them turned around and moved toward her. Ramon smiled at her. ?Alright, Mrs. Lavoie. Why don?t you just put your face in here, like? yes, like that. And drop your arms down to your sides, so they?re totally relaxed and so that you?re lying as flat as possible. Perfect. Are you ready??

?Mm hmm.?

She closed her eyes, and she savoured the sudden sensation of six small skilled hands rubbing and pressing her skin. Ramon was to her left, rubbing her shoulders, one at a time, and the two others were further behind her, one pressing his fingers into the small of her back and the other running the heels of his hands up and down her calves. This is the most amazing thing I?ve ever felt in my life, Sabrina thought to herself. Her thoughts then drifted back to the previous night with her new husband. Well, almost. She grinned to herself as they slowly moved on to cover more of her body, from her shoulders to her neck, from her calves to her feet and her toes, and from the small of her back to her bum.

?So, Mrs. Lavoie, how are you enjoying the resort?? asked one of the men from behind her. Sabrina was pretty sure it was Terrence.

?It?s? pretty amazing.?

?Is it your first time here??

?Yeah. I?m on my honeymoon.?

A chorus of mock disappointment came from the three of them. ?Isn?t it always the way?? someone joked. ?Well, congratulations to you and to your lucky husband.?

They continued making small talk with her as their tiny hands worked their way all around her body. Then they switched and rotated. Someone massaged her scalp, rubbing his fingers through her hair and the back of her neck, while the others concentrated on her upper back, moving to her arms. She soon lost track of who was massaging what part of her, and the six hands rubbed and stroked her enlarged body as she slowly drifted off into a euphoric daze.

--

Joshua sat at the bar and ordered another beer. The bartender smiled down at him, and Joshua wondered if she, even with her increased height, was standing on an elevated platform. She placed his drink in front of him, her hand covering almost the entire bottle. He watched as her large fingers deftly inserted a slice of lime into the neck of the bottle, obviously the result of practice, as it looked as though she were playing with miniatures.

He turned and watched some of the other guests playing volleyball. There was a team of women playing against their boyfriends and husbands, and Joshua wondered what the point even was. Then the men?s team scored a point after he had watched them for a few minutes, and he realised that they were given seven points instead of one every time they scored. They were still losing quite badly. Joshua laughed and took another sip. The fact that he hadn?t slept at all the night previous meant that the beer was hitting him slightly harder than usual, but it was a pleasant, relaxing sort of drunkenness.

?Mr. Lavoie??

Joshua turned around to see one of the Amazon staff walking up to him. Alexandra. That?s her name. He realised his mouth was dry, and he took another sip of beer. ?Hi,? he managed to say. She flashed a brilliant smile at him, then looked up at the bartender with an altogether different expression, one that Joshua couldn?t read. Out of the corner of his vision, Joshua thought he could see the bartender roll her eyes and turn away, but he wasn?t sure. His eyes were transfixed on the Amazon who had just walked up.

Alexandra looked down at him. ?I believe you spoke to our manager, Miss Crowley, yesterday??

?Uh? yeah.?

?Well, concerning your conversation with her, she?s asked me to give you this,? and she held up a card for him to take. He took it. ?She has also asked that you come to room 39 as soon as possible.?

Joshua?s eyes popped out of his head. ?I thought Sabrina was getting a massage right now??

Alexandra shook her head. ?I don?t actually know what the two of your discussed. I?m just relaying a message.?

?Oh? well then I?d?? he took another pull of his beer and placed it back on the bar. He turned back to thank the bartender, but she had left. ?Uh? I?d better head off.?

?Excellent. Well, have a nice day, Mr. Lavoie.? She turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Joshua hopped off the barstool and hurried toward the main building. Hot damn, he thought. This is going to be the best day ever.