"Ugh, this is so lame. I'm 18 now. I don't need a babysitter." Thea Queen declared loudly, her voice echoing through the halls of the Queen's mansion.
"Complain all you want, Thea. But I'm not a babysitter. I'm your bodyguard, and since your brother has a knack for disappearing on me, your mother assigned me to watch over you tonight." Diggle responded to Thea's childish outburst.
"Well, could you try watching me from more than ten feet away?" Thea asked, but that was something he could not do. In truth, Oliver had asked Diggle to protect her from a new player in the Starling City underworld, who targeted the young daughters of wealthy families. Meanwhile, to ensure Thea was safe, Oliver was hunting this man down.
"No, but I could drive you to a club of your choice," Diggle responded with a smug look on his face, motioning to a limo outside that was already running.
"Fine, let me grab my purse," Thea said, accepting that this was the way her night would play out, leaving her bodyguard in the foyer.
Diggle was glad Thea came around to the idea of having a bodyguard so quickly, even if she did so reluctantly. But it was long after she disappeared up the stairs that Diggle began to feel strange.
His chest felt tight, and the ceiling and walls appeared to be getting further and further away from him. Poison? No, this was something else entirely. Diggle thought, turning to his side to see that he was eye level with a table that was only half his height earlier.
However, he did not stop shrinking there, feeling his body tighten up as everything surrounding him continued to grow. Not soon after, the bodyguard was left standing at no more than an inch tall, the size of a bug, on the Queen's wooden floor. But before Diggle had time to process what had happened to him, a familiar voice erupted overhead.
"Okay, Mr. Diggle. I'm ready!" boomed Thea as she walked down the last few steps, turning back towards where she had left her armed escort standing to see that he had disappeared.
"I don't get paid enough for this," Diggle said to himself, running towards Thea in the hopes of getting the Billionaire Heiress to notice him, waving his arms in the same fashion soldiers used to flag down a helicopter.
"Ugh, it's impossible to find good help these days." the spoiled girl announced, walking towards Diggle without realizing it. Forcing the tiny man to stop dead in his tracks as she lifted her foot over him, giving him good reason to dive for safety.
*BOOM*
Thea's high-heeled boot came down with a thud, nearly wiping John off the face of the planet, forcing him to reevaluate his decisions while he was this small. Turning his gaze upwards to watch as Oliver's little sister passed over him, trying his best not to look up her skirt from below.
She stopped next to the front door, parking herself there to wait for Diggle's return. In turn, this gave John an even better opportunity to get her attention, realizing she would probably be standing still for at least a minute or however long her attention span was. And having no other choice in the matter, he reluctantly approached her feet for the second time.
However, this time was different as a bored Thea caught sight of something moving beneath her gaze. "Eww, is that a bug?" She asked loudly, lifting her foot again to crush it for the crime of invading her home. Diggle noticed both her disgusted tone and the gigantic boot hovering over him and turned tail to run.
Thea's boots maybe have been valued at over $1,000, but that didn't mean Diggle was in any way eager to be squished by them. Luckily, Thea decided to spare him, finding it odd that a bug would start running away after she bore her fangs(or feet in this case) at it. That was when she noticed the bug was more human-like than anything else.
"No way, Mr. Diggle?" She asked, not fully believing it herself as she put her foot down next to him. She didn't plan on letting him get away now, at least, not until she discovered why he was suddenly so tiny.
"Thank god, Thea. Quick, you have to bring me to Oliver, or a hospital, or something!" Diggle yelled, but Thea's ears couldn't understand a word he said from so far away. Not that it mattered, she wouldn't have listened to him either way.
"What do you think you're doing down there? I could've squashed you, and I wouldn't have had any idea." Thea teased, the tone of her voice abruptly becoming much more playful as she towered over her would-be bodyguard.
"Thea, I don't have time for this!" Diggle yelled, relying on Thea to do the right thing. However, that was the wrong call in his situation, as he would soon discover.
Thea reached down, scooping Diggle off the wooden floor between her fingers so they could have a little chat face to face, raising him just high enough that he was at level with her breasts while still allowing herself to look down at him.
"Not much of a bodyguard now, are you?" Thea teased, furthering her taunt with a slight snicker. "Maybe I should be the one guarding you?" Thea continued, and she was correct. At his size, John would have been much help protecting anyone. But Thea, on the other hand, was enormous compared to him and could easily hide him in several ways to keep him safe.
"Thea, what are you talking about?" John asked, feeling as if he was quickly losing control of the situation.
"What I'm saying is your employment here has ended. You can't possibly expect to protect my entire body at your tiny size. However, I might be willing to keep you on if you do a good job protecting one part of me." Thea smiled.
What will her next move be?
1. Thea takes a stroll out to the Limo, stating that while she might have to drive herself to the club, that doesn't mean Diggle gets a pass from sitting in the driver's seat on the way there, dropping him in the center of her seat before sitting on top of him.
2. Thea takes off her boot and ankle sock, revealing her barefoot to Diggle before stashing him between her toes, telling him to do his best defending her foot while she goes dancing.
3. Thea squeezes Diggle between her breasts, which are held tightly together by her dress. Will he be able to escape her massive cleavage before the night ends? It's unlikely.
4. Thea states that it is unfortunate that her dress doesn't have any pockets, stashing Diggle away in the next best place she can find, the front of her panties.
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