Giantess Angela

Starting a new job is never easy, especially when your workplace happens to be a facility dedicated to managing some of the most dangerous abnormalities known to humanity. Somehow, you've landed the most important position in the entire establishment: Manager of Lobotomy Corporation. With your AI assistant, Angela, handling the technical side of things, you decide to spend some time exploring the facility yourself. After all, familiarizing yourself with your new workplace seems like a sensible idea before things inevitably go wrong.

And, as expected, things go wrong rather quickly. While strolling through one of the facility's sterile metal corridors, an abnormality suddenly bursts out of its containment area. Before you can react, it launches some strange projectile in your direction and immediately bolts down the hallway.

You brace yourself for the worst.

Nothing happens.

At first, everything seems perfectly normal. There's no pain, no visible injury, and no immediate indication of what the abnormality's attack might have done. Assuming you've somehow escaped unharmed, you begin walking again.

Then you notice something strange.

The floor seems farther away than it should be. Your clothes are becoming increasingly cumbersome, and the walls appear to be stretching toward the ceiling. For a moment, it almost seems as though the entire facility is growing around you.

Until you look down.

Your hands are getting smaller.

Before you can make sense of what's happening, your body begins shrinking at an alarming rate. Your uniform practically swallows you whole as the enormous corridor transforms into a metallic labyrinth towering above your head.

Eventually, the strange sensation fades.

Silence settles over the hallway.

You cautiously lift your head, only to discover that the floor's polished surface now seems impossibly vast. The grooves between the metal panels resemble trenches, and even the smallest pieces of debris look like enormous obstacles.

You're barely taller than a toy soldier.

With no idea how long the effects will last, you gather up your oversized clothing as best you can and hurry toward the nearest staffed area. Considering that an abnormality caused this transformation, there's no telling whether the effects are temporary, permanent, or part of something far more dangerous.

And with the creature still loose somewhere in the facility, remaining in the corridor seems like a terrible idea. Your tiny footsteps patter against the metal floor as you desperately try to put some distance between yourself and the containment breach.

Unfortunately, your escape doesn't last long. You collide with something enormous and unexpectedly soft, bouncing backward onto the floor. Dazed, you slowly look up.

A long, white coat.

A pair of impossibly tall legs.

And, towering above you, a familiar woman with pale hair and golden eyes.

Angela.

Your AI assistant regards you from above, her expression as composed as ever. For several seconds, she simply stares down at your miniature figure, seemingly processing the situation.

Then she tilts her head.

"Ah. There you are, Manager."

She doesn't appear particularly surprised. In fact, her reaction is so casual that one might think finding her employer reduced to the size of a toy was an entirely ordinary occurrence. Angela kneels, her movements smooth and deliberate. Her long hair falls over her shoulders as she brings herself closer to your level, examining you with the same clinical interest she might show toward an unfamiliar piece of equipment.

"My goodness. It appears you've encountered an unfortunate complication during your inspection."

She extends a hand toward you, offering you a way off the floor. Once you're safely in her palm, she raises you to eye level.

"Now then, Manager. Would you care to explain why you've been reduced to such a remarkably inconvenient size?"

Her golden eyes briefly examine your clothes, your limbs, and your overall condition.

"Let me guess. An abnormality escaped containment, attacked you, and then fled before you could properly assess the situation?"

She pauses.

"How predictable."

Despite her dry remark, Angela carefully adjusts her hand to ensure you remain balanced. Her expression is difficult to read, although the faintest trace of amusement seems to linger around the corners of her mouth.

"Fortunately, your vital signs appear stable. There are no immediate indications of critical injury, and your cognitive functions seem to be operating normally."

She brings you a little closer, scrutinizing you with an almost exaggerated degree of professionalism.

"Your current height, however, presents several logistical concerns. Standard elevators are unlikely to accommodate you safely, ordinary equipment may prove difficult to operate, and I suspect your usual method of issuing instructions will require some modification."

A brief silence follows. Then Angela's lips curl into a subtle, knowing smile.

"Although, I must admit, Manager, this does provide me with a rather unusual opportunity."

She straightens up, holding you securely in one hand while resting the other against her chin.

"After all, you've spent so much time giving orders from your office. Now, for the foreseeable future, you'll have to rely on someone else to handle even the simplest tasks."

Her golden eyes settle on yours.

"How curious. I wonder how you'll manage."

Angela turns toward the nearest elevator, already appearing to have accepted your predicament as another problem to be added to her schedule.

"Come along, Manager. We have an abnormality to locate, an incident to investigate, and a rather inconvenient condition to reverse."

She glances down at you once more, her smile growing just a fraction.

"And do try not to fall out of my hand. I'd rather not have to explain to the employees how I managed to lose the Manager before we even reached the elevator."

(your own scenario.)