Main Page/Shrunken Male Stories/Elsa's Motel/Beginning
From Giantess
You find yourself in the reception lounge of some crummy old motel at 1 in the morning. It's dark and windowless and you detect an unpleasant odor in the air. There's an old Black Leather Couch with its upholstery frayed and torn, a Tall Lamp with a dim light emitting from its conical head, and a dingy carpet that you believe to be the source of the less than desirable smell that permeates through out the room.
The Receptionist Desk is a mess of pencils, pens, and paper. To the side of it you can't help but notice the trash bin is overflowing with tissues and wrappers. Behind that, the filing cabinets are stuffed to the brim with loose papers and forms that have never known the kiss of ink or graphite. You find it amazing that anyone could work in this environment or that anyone would willingly rent a room for the night.
And yet despite it all, here you are.
