This was a lot to process.
So far as Apollo could tell, he was still on his chair at his desk. That was about the only thing that remained unchanged.
He tried to get a sense for his newly decreased height, but thinking clearly was rather difficult at the moment. His gaze drifted toward the enormous office door he'd heard opening. Far across the vast open air of the office, he could see two people entering the room.
Trucy and Athena were back.
"Polly...? Oh." Trucy glanced around the room. She'd expected to see Apollo still sitting at the desk opposite the door. He never finished his work quickly. Usually, she could count on him to still be rereading his past ten pages, and only get up once begged a few times.
"Apollo?" Athena called out, entering the room behind her. Trucy crossed the room.
"Here's his stuff." she said, picking up a scrap of paper from the desk. "Looks like he's still not done. Maybe he went to the bathroom?"
"Not done?" Athena asked in surprise. "What's taking him so long? He loves doing this stuff."
Trucy shrugged and dropped the page back onto the desk. "I'll go look for him. I've got to get my stuff put away, anyway."
Apollo continued staring up in awe. From where he was standing, Trucy and Athena looked taller than any skyscraper he'd ever seen. And the way they moved...
Their voices were incredibly loud, but Apollo caught Trucy's comment about going off to look for him. Without further warning, she turned and left the room, bouncing a bit on her feet as she went. She was moving so fast, it seemed unreal. Nothing that big was supposed to move like that.
Athena circled the desk, her boots pounding down against the floor far below with a thundering boom to every footstep. Apollo couldn't see what she was doing, but he guessed that she was looking over the papers he'd left on the desk before... this happened.
And then she moved again.
Apollo's eyes snapped wide open as Athena shuffled closer to the chair. The ground beneath him jolted as she set a hand on the chair's backrest.
"No-!!" he stammered as the chair's movements knocked him off his feet. He fell against the cushion. A second later, the motion stopped, and he shoved his elbows against the ground to push himself up. He could practically feel his face draining of colour at the sight that met his eyes when he looked up again.
Overhead, Athena's short skirt encircled his entire field of vision. The light from the ceiling was blocked out instantly as his co-worker's backside suddenly loomed over him.
He barely had time to scream, much less move, before Athena's ass came down on the wide surface of the chair.
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