[Eelskin]

Chapter 6

Joshua walked down the hall, looking for room 39. He stumbled slightly on the carpet as he walked and had a slight difficulty walking in a straight line. Drunk and exhausted, he pressed on at the prospect of seeing his wife having grown even larger.

But I was sure that she said she was getting a massage. Maybe she isn’t there at all. Maybe someone will give me more of the growth agent, he thought. It’s possible that even Sabrina doesn’t know about this! He thought about surprising her once she got out of her massage. He could barely contain his excitement. Giddy, he stepped in front of the door and knocked three times. After a moment, the door opened and he looked to up see a woman he had never seen before. Dressed in a bright orange toga, she looked down from above him.

“Yes?” she asked.

He stared for a moment, trying to understand why this woman might be answering the door. Behind her, a man’s voice called out “Who is it?” Joshua looked at the door once again and saw that the number on the door was marked 36.

“Uh… I’m sorry. I have the wrong door.”

“Oh. No problem.” She turned back into her room and closed the door. Joshua turned around, embarrassed, and began to make his way toward the correctly numbered door.

Wait a minute… he thought as he slowly shuffled three doors down. Is she going to surprise me? He excitedly considered that she had only told him she was getting a massage to trick him. Maybe that’s what they were talking about yesterday. That’s why I couldn’t come with them! Yeah! I wonder how big she’s going to be… he imagined opening the door to look directly into his wife’s knee. He imagined having to crane his neck back, letting his eyes travel all over his wife’s giant body before finally resting on her face. He giggled at the idea.

He found the door, checked the number on it twice, and then, confident, knocked. Yeah, he thought, that’s much more likely.

The door opened and he, once again, looked up, but it took him a moment to fully comprehend what he was seeing. Directly in front of his eyes was someone’s knee. He looked up, slowly, and saw that her crotch would actually be out of his reach. She was, by far, larger than any of the other women at the resort. With an idiotic grin on his lips, He let his vision pass over her whole body before he eventually managed to look up at her face. Towering above him was Dolores, gazing down at him with a smirk that he had no idea how to interpret.

His smile disappeared. “Uh…” he stammered.

“Well, hello there, Josh,” she greeted him in a voice dripping with amusement and excitement.

“Uh…” he repeated. His brain had ceased to function on any rational level.

Dolores stepped away from the door and waved her hand invitingly. “Won’t you come in?”

He hesitated for just a moment. In a daze, he walked in and Dolores closed the door behind him.

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The afternoon sun was peaking, and the pool was crowded. Margaret was carrying a tray of drinks above her shoulder and taking care to step around the men who were walking around her legs and sunbathing. She chatted and laughed with the guests, serving them and taking more orders. One guest, who reached only Margaret’s stomach, was carrying her boyfriend on her shoulders so he could almost look Margaret in the eye as he asked her for another screwdriver. Cheerfully, she obliged him and turned to walk back to the bar to mix his drink, and a few more that people had ordered.

As she repeated the orders mentally, she could see Alexandra walking towards her, holding a clipboard in her hands. Margaret pretended not to see her, but Alexandra approached her directly.

“Margaret—”

Not wanting to speak with her, Margaret continued walking. “Sorry, I need to remember like seven drink orders. Give me a minute.” She looked down at Alexandra, whose eyes were at Margaret’s chest level, and smiled disingenuously as she walked by.

Alexandra, visibly put off, turned and called after her. “Margaret, come back here now.”

Margaret turned and exhaled her annoyance. “What?”

Alexandra stepped closer so that she didn’t have to shout. She looked up at the taller woman, and as she had to tilt her head back more and more with each stop closer, she appeared less and less comfortable and self-assured. She stepped several paces away. Margaret smirked.

“Margaret, I don’t like the way you speak to me. I don’t like the way you look at me, either. You don’t seem to understand what the chain of command is around here. Just because you’re taller than I am – for the moment – it doesn’t somehow mean that you don’t have to treat me with the proper respect. I am the assistant manager here and, as such, I expect you to look at me and stop whatever it is you’re doing when I talk to you.”

Margaret began to speak, but Alexandra, not wanting to lose her momentum, cut her off. “Now then. I’m taking you off serving for now, and I’m putting you on pool maintenance.” She turned her eyes down to the clipboard in her hands. “The water needs more chlorine, and—”

“Wait, wait.” Margaret now cut Alexandra off, taking a step closer. Alexandra looked up had to tilt her head more sharply to look at Margaret again. Margaret glared at the assistant manager with intensity. “What do you mean, ‘for the moment’?”

Alexandra paused and smiled. I must have hit a nerve there, she thought. Speaking sweetly, now that she had found her leverage, she answered. “Oh, you aren’t aware of this? Hasn’t it occurred to you that Miss Crowley and I are the only two people with access to the growth agent?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Well, nowhere in your contract does it say you get to be as big as you want. We usually let you choose your own height, because you seem to like it, but we can’t let something as silly as that get to your head. As it seems to be doing now.”

Margaret gaped, and Alexandra pressed on. “I’m thinking that you may be better suited to a very different height. Say, maybe, nine foot two? I think being taller than your co-workers might be the cause of this. You’ll still be able to serve the guests just as well, and it’ll hopefully clear up this little attitude problem you’ve developed.”

Margaret imagined having to look up at this woman every day. To stare into Alexandra’s nose while she smirked down at her, to have this constant physical reminder of her own lack of status at the hotel. No. I don’t think I can do that.

Not getting the expected response from her, Alexandra continued. “Maybe not.” She put her finger to her lips in thought. “Maybe even smaller than that. How about… eight foot ten? No. Eight foot six. At that size, you’ll actually be smaller than some of our guests… but that might be necessary in this case. I’m sure it won’t be a problem for one of our employees- our shortest employee- to look up to our guests.”

Margaret frantically tried to think of a way to end this conversation with her dignity intact, without angering her boss even further. She looked down into Alexandra’s eyes, her face turning red with shame, and conceded.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t… speak to you that way anymore. You are my boss and I need to treat you with respect.”

Triumphantly, Alexandra placed her hands on her hips. “Well, that is a relief. I’m very glad to hear that you’ve come to your senses, Margaret.”

Margaret, fuming, said nothing.

“So. Pool maintenance?”

Looking at the ground, Margaret nodded. Quietly, she said, “More chlorine.”

Grinning, Alexandra relaxed. “That’s right. If you’re not sure about all of the duties pool maintenance entails, there’s a list in the maintenance room.” She began to turn away. “And if you behave well, we’ll see about maybe growing you back up to ten feet next week.”

Margaret snapped her head back up. “Wait! What?”

Alexandra turned back to face her. “Back up to ten feet. From eight foot six. I thought you’d be happy to hear that.”

“But… I apologised! I’m doing the stupid fucking chlorine! Why can’t I still be twelve feet?” A couple of guests turned their attention to the argument that was brewing.

Alexandra looked up condescendingly at her. “Because you still have this attitude problem. Clearly. That wasn’t a warning, Margaret. As of tomorrow morning, you will be given a reduced amount of the agent. And you can have more again once you learn your place.” She took a step closer, no longer bothered by the fact that she had to tilt her head up to look at her. “You obviously need to learn how to fit in at Hotel Hippolyte.”

Margaret’s mind raced once again with ways to avoid this punishment, but she looked into Alexandra’s eyes and knew that the decision had already been made. She stood for a moment, then let the empty serving tray drop to the ground.

Alexandra, unfazed, glanced down at it. “Is there something wrong, Maragaret?”

Margaret suddenly, furiously, placed her hands on Alexandra’s chest and shoved her as hard as she could. Caught totally off-guard, the smaller woman flew backwards into the pool, narrowly missing a young man doing laps. Her oversized papers went flying out of the clipboard, and landed, floating, on the water. The splash caused by the nine-foot-four Amazon disrupted several swimmers, but most of the guests laughed and applauded at this unexpected entertainment. Alexandra stood up and wiped the water from her eyes, coughing, and pointed at Margaret.

“You! You are fired! Immediately! Pack up and get out!” Without waiting for a response or picking up her dropped papers, she turned and waded to the edge of the pool. She climbed out, the white fabric of her toga sticking to her skin and becoming transparent, and stormed off to the main building to get a change of clothes, trying to block out the roars of laughter and excitement that followed her.

Margaret, turning bright red herself, ran out of the pool area.

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Joshua stood in the entrance to the room. Looking up at Dolores, whose head nearly touched even the heightened ceiling of the rooms at the resort, he felt slightly dizzy and shook his head to clear it. It didn’t help.

“Thank you for coming, Josh. I was really hoping you would.” Noticing that Joshua was uncomfortable having to crane his neck so much, Dolores crouched down and rested her hands on her knees. Her head was still higher than his by several feet. “I was thinking about our conversation yesterday. How you said that you felt that you were limited by our policies.”

Joshua nodded, dumb.

“Well, I’m afraid that policy is policy. Especially one that concerns the safety of our guests and staff.” She reached forward and gently took one of his hands into hers. His smaller hand disappeared into her fingers. She looked at him, concerned. “You can understand my position, can’t you?”

Joshua nodded again.

“However, there is no reason whatsoever why you should be, as you put it, limited. You want an experience with someone taller than your wife can be, and it would be silly to let some stupid rules get in the way of that.”

Joshua began to nod, then stopped and stared at her. Even through his drunken fog, he was beginning to understand what Dolores was saying. His eyes widened.

“We at the hotel pride ourselves on customer service, and on making sure that our guests are as… satisfied as possible.” She pulled his hands gently, drawing him closer to her, and smiled radiantly. “Would you like me… to satisfy you, Josh?”

Joshua began to pull his hands away. She tightened her grip slightly, still smiling, and he stopped. Despite himself, he could feel his penis beginning to stiffen at the sight of this gigantic woman seducing him. “Now, don’t you worry. We have total privacy here, and your wife is going to be busy for at least an hour. There’s nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.” His penis pushed his toga outward obviously. She pulled him closer, more forcefully than she had intended to, leaned forward and kissed him slowly and sensuously on his forehead. He didn’t try to pull away, and she smiled. This is going to be even easier than I had imagined, she thought. “Besides,” she whispered into his ear, “this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. She couldn’t possibly object to you living out your fantasy. Not if she cares about you. Not if she wants you to be happy.”

Joshua shook his head. “No.”

Dolores paused. She looked hurt.

He looked up at her once again, his heart pressing against his ribs. “I don’t… This isn’t what I thought was going to happen. I thought Sabrina would be here.” He could hear himself slurring his words, and tried desperately to concentrate on speaking properly.

Dolores shook her head slowly. “No. Policy, remember? You do, however, have me. Right here, right now. And this is an experience that you will never, ever have another opportunity to have.”

He pulled his hands out of hers. “I can’t.”

“You can’t, Josh?” She placed her hands back on her knees and slowly, dramatically, stood up. She took much longer than necessary, allowing Joshua to drink in the image she was presenting to him. Once upright, standing fully three times as tall as Joshua, she paused. She tried to look him in the eye, but he was staring at her body. She smirked and pulled her toga over her head, throwing it over Joshua to land on the ground behind him. The sight of her naked body towering over him was powerful enough that he had to remind himself to breathe. Dolores leaned down, bending at the waist this time, so that she was even more imposing than before. Her face was only inches away from his and he could feel her hot breath washing over his body. Her bare breasts hung down before him, and she gently took his penis in her hand, through the toga. Her fingers were twice as long as his penis was.

“Or you won’t?”