Being a successful young entrepraneur has it's perks. Like you're very own corner office with a great window view overlooking the city behind you and infront of you a big window with a great view of your assistant who you personally hired for her looks... she's adequate at the job too.
This was another great day in the office overseeing your investments and checking out your assistant. 5:00pm hits and it's time to head home, you make it outside and to the sidewalk when you suddenly get hit with the shrinking virus.
Down you go, from successful millionaire to bug sized man in less than a second. You look around with a mix of terror and facination at the massive world around you. The pebbles that were now full sized boulders, the buildings with roofs so high you couldn't even conceive their height and parked cars bigger than whole city blocks. None of that though compared to the awe and amazement you felt when you saw your assistant come out the door and start walking in your direction.
Your first response was your perverted habbits as you checked out her toned legs in that tight skirt but this feeling of arousal quickly metled away as the realizating of your situation and panic kicked in.
The ground shook with every step she took and the closer she got the harsher the ground would shake until it was so intense that the earthquakes knocked you to your knees. Your assistant stopped just above you, giving you a great view up her skirt. She looked right at you, slightly embarassed at being caught looking up her skirt you hesitate to wave your arms and get her attention, a mistake you would soon regret as you hear her mutter out 3 simple words "I hate bugs"
BOOM! her massive white sneaker comes slamming down just barely missing you as you roll out of the way.
"No wait it's me!" you yell up as her eyes scan over the ground and lock on to you "I know it's you. You fucking pervert" she says with a cold voice as her foot rotates and hovers above you before coming down and crushing the life out of you.