Molly makes a discovery
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 8
“But you know,” Cassidy started, an edge in her voice. “For being a rookie, Molly certainly puts on airs.”
Molly’s eyes took on the size and shape of half-dollars. The last thing she wanted was to be on the receiving end of the mercurial blonde’s temper. “Oh no, I mean, I don’t mean to, that is, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, honestly Cassidy.”
“Yeah, you say that,” Cassidy continued, pulling the lazy syllables through porcelain fences, “but you seem to have no problem taking up more room than the rest of us in this bilgey hotbox. Not so much as an ‘excuse me.’ Ain’t this strumpet ever heard of a ‘pecking order’?”
“That’s enough, Cass.” Bonnie’s voice was a wave crashing over the five of you, extinguishing Cassidy’s flame. You could feel about a half ton of nervous tension drain from Molly’s limbs above you. “You know she can’t help it. Besides that, you’re vexing the greatest talent young Molly brings to the team. Search as many leagues as you like, no lass can compete with Red Bonnie and her crew when it comes to booty.” She punctuated this with a loud slap on Jessie’s rump. “But for so pugnacious a band of privateers as ourselves, I think we’ve gone far too long without a really abundant treasure chest!”
With that, she lunged forward, losing both hands in the acres of bare flesh preceding Molly. The younger girl shrieked and instinctively jumped backwards, putting her hands back to brace herself against the wall - or in this case, the side of your face. With how much these would-be sea dogs had already tousled you with T&A, there was something almost refreshing about this comparatively chaste contact.
The lights suddenly flickered from red to white, and the box lurched as the pulleys came back into action. Bonnie, Jessie, and Cassidy let out a cheer, but Molly’s mind was elsewhere. Her left hand was firmly planted on a strange shape. A shape she was quite certain felt like an ear. Her fingers crept down the pliant surface to what seemed to be a well-defined jawline. A jaw with stubble on it. Her hand recoiled, as if it had parked on a hot pan.
A pervert? It was a disturbing revelation. Some little creep had snuck into the DWA and went around hiding in elevators, waiting for defenseless girls to remove their tops so he could get his jollies. She frowned. But could that be right? It’s not like this mystery man had caused the elevator to stall. And he wasn’t hiding in a box or a panel - he was right there on the floor. For all she knew, Bonnie and the girls could have simply bowled the poor guy over as they made their getaway. But perhaps that was his diabolical strategy - hide in plain sight?
Things had taken an unreadable turn. Now this girl was caressing your face? The soft hands felt elegant, thin-boned and long fingered. They clambered gracefully, the sort of hands that seemed more apt to hold a stradivarius than to hold someone in a reverse chinlock. You couldn't help but notice that the hands were rather large. Was this a fake out? Had she taken a shine to you? From this angle there was no way she could see your face - and with so many curves in one place, you doubted it was even a geometric possibility to make eye contact with one of these ladies until the doors opened. However, buried as you were, you could still make out the lower edge of the control panel. A panel that was undeniably a few inches higher than it had been when you first entered the elevator. Somewhere in the kerfuffle, you’d lost more height. You thought back to the tingling when Touko administered the serum, the lightheadedness as you’d made an ass of yourself in front of the delectable Yasmine, the nervous arousal that had left you buzzing as your body was unwittingly pummeled by these buxom buccaneers. You were beginning to connect the dots. Molly’s hands pulled away momentarily, before returning to your upper arms. You decided the best course was to stay still and try to ride this out.
With only seconds to make a decision, Molly clamped her hands firmly around the unseen intruder’s shoulders, just as the doors began to open.
“Um, Bonnie?”
Molly’s eyes took on the size and shape of half-dollars. The last thing she wanted was to be on the receiving end of the mercurial blonde’s temper. “Oh no, I mean, I don’t mean to, that is, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, honestly Cassidy.”
“Yeah, you say that,” Cassidy continued, pulling the lazy syllables through porcelain fences, “but you seem to have no problem taking up more room than the rest of us in this bilgey hotbox. Not so much as an ‘excuse me.’ Ain’t this strumpet ever heard of a ‘pecking order’?”
“That’s enough, Cass.” Bonnie’s voice was a wave crashing over the five of you, extinguishing Cassidy’s flame. You could feel about a half ton of nervous tension drain from Molly’s limbs above you. “You know she can’t help it. Besides that, you’re vexing the greatest talent young Molly brings to the team. Search as many leagues as you like, no lass can compete with Red Bonnie and her crew when it comes to booty.” She punctuated this with a loud slap on Jessie’s rump. “But for so pugnacious a band of privateers as ourselves, I think we’ve gone far too long without a really abundant treasure chest!”
With that, she lunged forward, losing both hands in the acres of bare flesh preceding Molly. The younger girl shrieked and instinctively jumped backwards, putting her hands back to brace herself against the wall - or in this case, the side of your face. With how much these would-be sea dogs had already tousled you with T&A, there was something almost refreshing about this comparatively chaste contact.
The lights suddenly flickered from red to white, and the box lurched as the pulleys came back into action. Bonnie, Jessie, and Cassidy let out a cheer, but Molly’s mind was elsewhere. Her left hand was firmly planted on a strange shape. A shape she was quite certain felt like an ear. Her fingers crept down the pliant surface to what seemed to be a well-defined jawline. A jaw with stubble on it. Her hand recoiled, as if it had parked on a hot pan.
A pervert? It was a disturbing revelation. Some little creep had snuck into the DWA and went around hiding in elevators, waiting for defenseless girls to remove their tops so he could get his jollies. She frowned. But could that be right? It’s not like this mystery man had caused the elevator to stall. And he wasn’t hiding in a box or a panel - he was right there on the floor. For all she knew, Bonnie and the girls could have simply bowled the poor guy over as they made their getaway. But perhaps that was his diabolical strategy - hide in plain sight?
Things had taken an unreadable turn. Now this girl was caressing your face? The soft hands felt elegant, thin-boned and long fingered. They clambered gracefully, the sort of hands that seemed more apt to hold a stradivarius than to hold someone in a reverse chinlock. You couldn't help but notice that the hands were rather large. Was this a fake out? Had she taken a shine to you? From this angle there was no way she could see your face - and with so many curves in one place, you doubted it was even a geometric possibility to make eye contact with one of these ladies until the doors opened. However, buried as you were, you could still make out the lower edge of the control panel. A panel that was undeniably a few inches higher than it had been when you first entered the elevator. Somewhere in the kerfuffle, you’d lost more height. You thought back to the tingling when Touko administered the serum, the lightheadedness as you’d made an ass of yourself in front of the delectable Yasmine, the nervous arousal that had left you buzzing as your body was unwittingly pummeled by these buxom buccaneers. You were beginning to connect the dots. Molly’s hands pulled away momentarily, before returning to your upper arms. You decided the best course was to stay still and try to ride this out.
With only seconds to make a decision, Molly clamped her hands firmly around the unseen intruder’s shoulders, just as the doors began to open.
“Um, Bonnie?”
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May 31, 2023
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