Chapter #4Denise. by: Unknown Hello, Marc Youngblood ,and welcome to the Bronze Division of the Anthro Sumo League!
You are one of few with the privilege to help maintain the flow of one of the world's greatest pasttime and invigorate the spirit of our reigning champions, bringing excitement to thousands of eager fans spanning across the globe!
Your assigned champion is Denise Elmond of chamber 106 ! We wish you a hearty welcome and hope you enjoy your experiences in the Anthro Sumo League!
Marc stared at the name, turning it around in his head. It didn't come up on any of his 'most wanted' lists, thankfully, but he also couldn't remember seeing it in any of the Anthro Sumo rosters before. There wasn't even a species or height to clue him in, leaving him totally in the dark about his new mistress.
Then he fully noticed the room number: 106. He looked up at the hallway, the doorways along the walls scaling smaller and smaller the further away from him they were, and the very largest nearby was one only big enough for an anthro in the range of fifteen feet: 200.
Marc ran forward, the hallway gradually shrinking around him like a funnel. He kept glancing between the sheet in his hands and the doors he was rushing by, startled each time by how slowly their numbers were shrinking. When he was halfway down, the doors were already for the nine-footers, and each were noticeably trunking down a few inches more than the last.
His mind was reeling, and soon he was staring only at the sheet, trying to make sense of all this. "What's going on?"
His eyes glanced to the side just in time to see "106" fly past, and he skidded to a stop just inches from hitting a single end table on the wall with a potted plant sitting on top. He took a few long steps back, stopping when he was at the door of his master.
He didn't move to knock it, however, and instead just stared in awe at its size. When he'd applied for the ASL, he'd had a pretty clear picture of what he was walking into; constantly getting sat on by some gigantic sumo wrestler, halving to dodge every which way whenever he was a few feet near a buffet, and just about any kind of hell a human could endure in a building of sweaty, obnoxious monsters thousands of times heavier than he was, but none of that could've prepared him for where he was standing right now.
The doorframe was perfect for his size. Blinking a few times, he moved his arm up and, for the longest time since he could even remember, reached down to grab the knocker and give it three quick raps.
"Coming!" He heard a light, yet mature voice inside say. There weren't any audible footsteps moving around in the room, but the doorknob still turned, pulling open from the inside.
And then, for a brief moment, Marc looked straight in the face of a whole lot of nothing.
"You're name's Marc, right?" A voice politely asked from somewhere around his stomach. "Name's Denise!"
Noticing a messy head of black hair at the bottom of his sight, Marc tilted his head down at a blurb of red standing in front of him, then flinched back from his new master.
Her stomach was abnormally large on her frame, understandable, given the league's indomitable waistlines, but its size was nowhere near as abnormal as the fact that it was only as large as an overstuffed bean bag chair, slightly crushed beneath an E-cup pair of breasts dressed in a black T-shirt that, by god, fit.
Her head was just a smooth, blubbery red ball with only two red eyes and a pair of black pincers left to emote, and all of them were currently looking up at him with a friendly smile, with two red antennae gently twitching through her hair.
Marc didn't answer, standing completely still as he stared down at his diminutive boss in utter awe, until she gave a humored giggle.
He shook his head. "I...I'm sorry, I just..."
"Ah, don't worry about it, I knew I'd get stares in a place like this." She laughed. She turned around, dragging around a thorax behind her as big as a backpack. "Come on in!"
Marc followed her, and was quick to feel unease by the size of her room. It was probably passable enough for a human to live in, as much as he could remember one being, but something about entering a room in the facility with a ceiling that wasn't a few dozen feet over him felt really off-putting.
Denise grunted softly as she went up a tiny set of stairs going up to a couch, then spun around, her tush expertly landing on the cushions.
"So...Denise..." Marc clumsily began, with Denise looking back with curious eyes. "...is there anything you'd needed me to do?"
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