You knew you shouldn’t have drank that weird potion you found earlier, but after getting it tested for poison and finding out there were no traces you didn’t think you had anything to lose.
Well apparently you did. Like your height. You were only a few inches tall now and you didn’t know what to do. You had made the mistake of drinking it while walking in the street and now you could easily be stepped on.
At that thought you dip into a nearby alleyway for safety, but peek your head outside of it to try to yell to get someone’s help.
After a little while of trying you’re not sure what to do anymore, you’re starting to lose hope. That is until you spot a rather handsome man approaching. You recognize him from one of the wanted posters you’ve collected.
‘It’s a pirate. But not just any, it’s Trafalgar Law himself! He’s even more attractive in person!’
You had always wanted to be a servant to a pirate, and you weren’t about to pass up this opportunity. You carefully jump onto his pant leg as he passes and look up at him to make sure he didn’t notice. He looks to be fully unaware.
When you arrive at his submarine, you’re happy that he goes to his room so that you can station yourself in there.
You jump from his pant leg and decide to look around, though you’re sad when he just grabs something and leaves.
‘He’ll be back later’ you think as you start looking around.
You feel like you learn a decent amount of things about him just from his room. He has comic books and a coin collection. You find it cute that he has a bit of a nerdy side. You can’t help but wonder how many people know that about him.
You can’t help but to go through his drawers, you don’t find much except some clothes and his underwear… god, you know they’re clean but you still have the urge to take a whiff. You sigh.
‘When did I become such a damn pervert? Well, might as well fully commit.’
You make your way up to his chair at a desk in the room, and climb up on it. You lay in the middle of the chair. You decide to wait there and hope he comes in to sit at his desk, wanting so badly to just be underneath him in some way, to be his little servant.
When Law enters, he walks over to the desk as you’d hoped. He’s about to sit down and you stare at his glorious ass approaching you. ‘Oh, this is it!’
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