Maintenance

The phone rings for a moment, before you here the receiver on the other pick-up.

"You've reached the Malawagwa Maintenance desk," a slightly garbled, yet distinctly female voice responded; "What services might our first Earth resident require?"

You let them know that your rooms desk lamp flickers occasionally, and while not a pressing issue; you do find it to be a little annoying.

"OH, I am so sorry. The last guest in that room had the lamp modified to help with their headaches." You are distinctly curious as to how exactly that would work, but decide not to question it. "I'll send one of our staff up right away to have it readjusted."

After the line hangs up, you begin to wonder what kind of creature would greet you at the door. You chuckle lightly as the image of a writhing mass of tentacles wearing a tool belt as some kind of bracelet, enters you head.

After what you guess to be roughly 5 minutes, you hear a knock at the door. You mutter to yourself about how quickly they were as you open the door. The sight of the wall opposite your door leaves you feeling puzzled. You look left and right down the halls, wondering if you'd only imagined the knocking at the door. After all, it had been a lot faster than you'd thought.

"Hey, down here Boss!" A feminine voice, somehow both shrill yet gruff, shouts from below. Looking down, you see very short woman; no more than 3 or 4 feet. "You're the special guest from dimension 770-G13-AZ4, right? I guess you've never seen a Gnome before, huh?"

The gnome's compressed form made her slightly plump, adding to her pleasantly curvy figure. Her hips and ass were wide and round, matching her sizable bust. Well, sizable for HER size. Her hair was hot pink, and pulled into two long pigtails at the size of her head.

She wore a tight, green pull over top; and a pair of bluejeans held up by a large tool belt filled with various items. Resting beneath her pink bangs, was a pair of large, ornate goggles.

Pushing past you, she walked over to the lamp and unplugged it before hopping up onto the table. Pulling out a screwdriver, she set to work tinkering with the internal wires. "Hey Bass, wanna look around and see if there's anything else you need me to fix while I'm here?" she asked, keeping her attention focused on the lamp. Giving her a nod, you start giving your room a second; much more thorough inspection.

After a few minutes of searching, you come to the conclusion that everything here is clean and functional. Wanting to report your findings, you peak out from the bathroom door... and are greeted with a mind blowing sight. The maintenance gnome is bent over the lamp, her hefty rear straining against her pants as it slowly sways from side to side.

Almost in a trance, you walk silently towards her; fixated on her magnificent butt. By the time you're standing only a foot away, her belt gives way; dropping her pants to her ankles and making her curse under her breath. "Dammit! Not again!" she grumbles. Her faded pink panties are on full display, or what little of them that hasn't been engulfed into her firm, round behind.

Every one of your baser instincts is screaming for you to pounce, to claim the superior posterior before you. An opportunity like this seems for to good to pass up, but do you really have it in you to make such a bold move?