“Well let you have first crack at the pervy stowaway, Molly,” Bonnie says. “After all, you were the one that found him.” Jessie nods approvingly at Bonnie’s judgement; despite being a little disappointed that she’s not the first to toy with you, she maturely accepts her captain’s decision. Cassidy, on the other hand, doesn’t.
“But Red,” the blonde pouts. “Why the hell should the rookie get first dibs on this fresh meat we found!? She probably doesn’t even know what to do with him. She’ll probably just make him hold her hand, or play tiddlywinks, or something.”
“Stow it, Cass,” Red says bluntly. “She’s earned it. Our little Molly may not have her ‘sea legs’ yet, but she’s been showing a lot of gumption, especially around this horny little stray she found,” she observes. “If she’s gonna be joining us in the ring as another of us wrassling pirates--crushing skulls and stealing hearts--then it’s best we stoke this fire in her belly when we can.” Cassidy looks as if she’s about to speak up again but catches herself, knowing full well that there’s nothing she can say or do to change her captain’s mind once it's set on something.
Just as Cassidy hushes herself, you try to speak up. “I’m not *mmprhh* a pervy stowaway or a horny bilgerat,” you struggle to explain, your face half-buried against Molly’s unbelievably abundant bosom. “I-I’m a wrest--*MMMMPPRRRRH*!!” Before you can tell the crew that you’re a fellow DWA wrestler like them and hopefully clear this whole misunderstanding, Molly notices the annoyed look on Bonnie’s face and nervously presses the rest of your face against her chest, silencing you.
Bonnie clears her throat. “Now, if there’ll be no further interruptions, he’s all yours, lass. Show us what you’ve got."
Molly nods. “U-um, yes, captain.” Molly’s brash confidence from a few moments ago is suddenly wavering. There’s no hiding the excited gleam still in the bumbling buccaneer’s eye, but somehow she also seems anxious about something.
Molly shuffles towards the nearest wall and demurely places you against it, as if she were dealing with fragile cargo. She presses her palms against the wall on both sides of your head, trapping you between her outstretched arms as if she were a bully accosting you at school, but she hesitates.
You catch a glimpse of the nervous blush on her cute, freckled face. Despite the airs she tries to put on to fit in with Bonnie’s raucous crew, she appears to be a total sweetheart, giving you a mildly sympathetic look even now. But what really catches your attention is her world-class rack, especially since your shrinking has put your head level with it. You're astonished by the sight of a chest three times the size of your average busty woman. Her tight, wet top accentuates that all the more, almost appearing as if it’s shrinking as it clings to her heaving chest like a second skin and highlighting the puffy nipples underneath it.
As you gawp at Molly, she feels a bit torn up inside. While she’s happy to have gotten some brownie points with Red, she still feels bad about selling you out to Bonnie and her rowdy girls, which is exactly why she’s being so uncharacteristically bold with you right now. “J-just go along with it as best you can,” she whispers. “If you do, we won't rough you up too much. I promise.”
Molly’s hoping that the crew will get bored with you fairly quickly if she creates enough of a spectacle while “inducting” you in front of them, and a little guy like you (wait, were you always that small to her?) is much less liable to get hurt if she’s the one doing it instead of one of the other girls.
...At least, that’s what Molly’s been telling herself up till this moment. At first, she was convinced she was doing all of this to help you, believing she was obeying the angel on her shoulder, but there’s something about your presence that’s gradually bringing out a more devilish side to her, excited by the prospect of having you all to herself and tempting her to go even wilder with you. It doesn’t help that you’ve been staring at her and her assets so raptly, getting her so flustered that she can’t think!
Welp, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Molly anxiously shoves her body against the wall, instantly pinning your smaller body with hers as her titanic breasts clumsily smoosh against your head. Her face grows a deeper shade of red as she feels your body helplessly squirm against her, your muffled grumblings vibrating against her chest. “Not a bad opening move,” Jessie calmly evaluates. “Using her body in conjunction with the environment to make sure he has nowhere to go and nothing to think about but her.”
“Trapped between a rack and a hard place,” Bonnie quips.
Cassidy scoffs. “Hmph. Whatever. I’d’ve done it harder. I mean, look at him squirming against her. He’s totally still conscious! So much for crushing skulls…”
“Just let her ease into things,” Bonnie calmly reasurres. “Can’t have the scallywag breaking on us too quickly, after all."
Noticing that you feel just as tense as she does, Molly gently shifts her body left and right, letting more of her expansive chest spill around your head and upper body while pressing against the wall behind. “J-just relax and let it happen. I promise it’ll be over soon,” she assures, as if to excuse what she’s about to do. She takes both of your hands and presses them against her breasts, firmly but gently goading you into groping her. Getting lost in enough of a dizzy, horny haze to submit to Molly’s lead, you instinctively squeeze, letting your fingers sink into the expanse of flesh as the thin shirt does nothing to hide Molly’s intense warmth (which is getting hotter by the second).
Molly can barely stifle a moan as she feels your tiny hands lovingly fondling her sensitive chest, beginning to lose herself in the sensation of you pressed up against her. She manages to snap out of her trance when Bonnie speaks up, “This is all well and good, kiddo. But how’s about that spit shine you promised us?” Suddenly remembering her bold declaration from earlier, Molly realizes that there’s no way to appease the crew if she doesn’t make you do at least that much. Well, if it can’t be helped.~
Molly pulls herself back just enough for you to watch enraptured as she slowly peels her shirt up, steadily showing more swaths of pale, pristine breast flesh with each excruciating moment.This time she’s not being shy about things; she’s purposely taking her time teasing you because she’s enjoying how obviously excited you are, which is clearly rubbing off on her. By the time the hem of her shirt reaches the front of her outstanding orbs, giving you a partial glimpse of her creamy brown nipples, Molly gives her shirt a final tug. “Bombs away!”
The sight of Molly’s titanic titty drop makes you go slackjaw, and your eyes are locked on to every little movement Molly’s breasts make as they bounce free. You’ve never seen a pair of tits this big naked before, your reduced size making them seem all the bigger. It’s almost enough to make you think getting injected by Touko’s serum was worth it. “You heard the captain, cutie,” Molly says as she eases her breasts back towards your face. “Put that tongue of yours to good use and start swabbing!”
You’re a little alarmed by Molly’s sudden assertiveness, but you remember her promise and decide to trust her still. Molly moans as you use your tongue to lick and adore as many square inches of her battleship of a bosom as you can. Up, down, left, right. Your tongue traces across acres of her hefty flesh, covering large portions of it in a shiny coat of saliva that makes it look all the more tantalizing.
Jessie raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Oho, now it seems she’s really got him riled up now. Nearly primed and ready in no time flat.”
“Thatagirl, Molly,” Bonnie cheers. Cassidy rolls her eyes but silently gives the new girl a little credit.
Both you and Molly barely notice the words of the other pirates, both of you getting lost in throes of passion, although Molly seems to be getting especially passionate. Her breathing gets heavy as she wraps her arms around your head, making sure it stays as close as possible as you continue licking her chest like it was the sweetest thing you ever tasted.
When your tongue repeatedly flicks one of her nipples, she snaps, letting out a pleasure-filled squeal before tossing you onto the floor. You land on your back, startled but unhurt. However Molly, swept away in the moment, leaps up in the air and lands on you. Hard. The rest of the crew winces and laughs at Molly’s surprisingly rowdy display.
You’re extremely dazed from having a pair of colossal tits crash land onto your face, but you retain consciousness. The formerly-shy strumpet lifts her chest off you and dangles it above your head, giving you just enough space to see the hungry--almost crazed--look on her blushing face. She removes her bandana, letting her velvety brunette hair fall to her shoulders to give her an aura of an irresistible siren of the sea. “Stick your tongue out and keep it out until I tell you,” she demands. Equally frightened and aroused, you comply, and Molly proceeds to pleasure herself by dragging her tits back and forth against your outstretched tongue, purring to herself as she does.
After a minute of this, Molly sits up and pulls you up with her. She grabs her bandana and wraps it around the back of your head before pulling on it, forcing your head between her tits and trapping it there. She tugs back and forth on the bandana, turning your head left and right while forcing you to vigorously motorboat her. She’s practically got you drowning in her sea of tit flesh!
“Hmm, clever use of her bandana.”
“That’s the way, Molly!”
“Meh, not bad, I guess. But I could still do better.”
“But Red,” the blonde pouts. “Why the hell should the rookie get first dibs on this fresh meat we found!? She probably doesn’t even know what to do with him. She’ll probably just make him hold her hand, or play tiddlywinks, or something.”
“Stow it, Cass,” Red says bluntly. “She’s earned it. Our little Molly may not have her ‘sea legs’ yet, but she’s been showing a lot of gumption, especially around this horny little stray she found,” she observes. “If she’s gonna be joining us in the ring as another of us wrassling pirates--crushing skulls and stealing hearts--then it’s best we stoke this fire in her belly when we can.” Cassidy looks as if she’s about to speak up again but catches herself, knowing full well that there’s nothing she can say or do to change her captain’s mind once it's set on something.
Just as Cassidy hushes herself, you try to speak up. “I’m not *mmprhh* a pervy stowaway or a horny bilgerat,” you struggle to explain, your face half-buried against Molly’s unbelievably abundant bosom. “I-I’m a wrest--*MMMMPPRRRRH*!!” Before you can tell the crew that you’re a fellow DWA wrestler like them and hopefully clear this whole misunderstanding, Molly notices the annoyed look on Bonnie’s face and nervously presses the rest of your face against her chest, silencing you.
Bonnie clears her throat. “Now, if there’ll be no further interruptions, he’s all yours, lass. Show us what you’ve got."
Molly nods. “U-um, yes, captain.” Molly’s brash confidence from a few moments ago is suddenly wavering. There’s no hiding the excited gleam still in the bumbling buccaneer’s eye, but somehow she also seems anxious about something.
Molly shuffles towards the nearest wall and demurely places you against it, as if she were dealing with fragile cargo. She presses her palms against the wall on both sides of your head, trapping you between her outstretched arms as if she were a bully accosting you at school, but she hesitates.
You catch a glimpse of the nervous blush on her cute, freckled face. Despite the airs she tries to put on to fit in with Bonnie’s raucous crew, she appears to be a total sweetheart, giving you a mildly sympathetic look even now. But what really catches your attention is her world-class rack, especially since your shrinking has put your head level with it. You're astonished by the sight of a chest three times the size of your average busty woman. Her tight, wet top accentuates that all the more, almost appearing as if it’s shrinking as it clings to her heaving chest like a second skin and highlighting the puffy nipples underneath it.
As you gawp at Molly, she feels a bit torn up inside. While she’s happy to have gotten some brownie points with Red, she still feels bad about selling you out to Bonnie and her rowdy girls, which is exactly why she’s being so uncharacteristically bold with you right now. “J-just go along with it as best you can,” she whispers. “If you do, we won't rough you up too much. I promise.”
Molly’s hoping that the crew will get bored with you fairly quickly if she creates enough of a spectacle while “inducting” you in front of them, and a little guy like you (wait, were you always that small to her?) is much less liable to get hurt if she’s the one doing it instead of one of the other girls.
...At least, that’s what Molly’s been telling herself up till this moment. At first, she was convinced she was doing all of this to help you, believing she was obeying the angel on her shoulder, but there’s something about your presence that’s gradually bringing out a more devilish side to her, excited by the prospect of having you all to herself and tempting her to go even wilder with you. It doesn’t help that you’ve been staring at her and her assets so raptly, getting her so flustered that she can’t think!
Welp, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Molly anxiously shoves her body against the wall, instantly pinning your smaller body with hers as her titanic breasts clumsily smoosh against your head. Her face grows a deeper shade of red as she feels your body helplessly squirm against her, your muffled grumblings vibrating against her chest. “Not a bad opening move,” Jessie calmly evaluates. “Using her body in conjunction with the environment to make sure he has nowhere to go and nothing to think about but her.”
“Trapped between a rack and a hard place,” Bonnie quips.
Cassidy scoffs. “Hmph. Whatever. I’d’ve done it harder. I mean, look at him squirming against her. He’s totally still conscious! So much for crushing skulls…”
“Just let her ease into things,” Bonnie calmly reasurres. “Can’t have the scallywag breaking on us too quickly, after all."
Noticing that you feel just as tense as she does, Molly gently shifts her body left and right, letting more of her expansive chest spill around your head and upper body while pressing against the wall behind. “J-just relax and let it happen. I promise it’ll be over soon,” she assures, as if to excuse what she’s about to do. She takes both of your hands and presses them against her breasts, firmly but gently goading you into groping her. Getting lost in enough of a dizzy, horny haze to submit to Molly’s lead, you instinctively squeeze, letting your fingers sink into the expanse of flesh as the thin shirt does nothing to hide Molly’s intense warmth (which is getting hotter by the second).
Molly can barely stifle a moan as she feels your tiny hands lovingly fondling her sensitive chest, beginning to lose herself in the sensation of you pressed up against her. She manages to snap out of her trance when Bonnie speaks up, “This is all well and good, kiddo. But how’s about that spit shine you promised us?” Suddenly remembering her bold declaration from earlier, Molly realizes that there’s no way to appease the crew if she doesn’t make you do at least that much. Well, if it can’t be helped.~
Molly pulls herself back just enough for you to watch enraptured as she slowly peels her shirt up, steadily showing more swaths of pale, pristine breast flesh with each excruciating moment.This time she’s not being shy about things; she’s purposely taking her time teasing you because she’s enjoying how obviously excited you are, which is clearly rubbing off on her. By the time the hem of her shirt reaches the front of her outstanding orbs, giving you a partial glimpse of her creamy brown nipples, Molly gives her shirt a final tug. “Bombs away!”
The sight of Molly’s titanic titty drop makes you go slackjaw, and your eyes are locked on to every little movement Molly’s breasts make as they bounce free. You’ve never seen a pair of tits this big naked before, your reduced size making them seem all the bigger. It’s almost enough to make you think getting injected by Touko’s serum was worth it. “You heard the captain, cutie,” Molly says as she eases her breasts back towards your face. “Put that tongue of yours to good use and start swabbing!”
You’re a little alarmed by Molly’s sudden assertiveness, but you remember her promise and decide to trust her still. Molly moans as you use your tongue to lick and adore as many square inches of her battleship of a bosom as you can. Up, down, left, right. Your tongue traces across acres of her hefty flesh, covering large portions of it in a shiny coat of saliva that makes it look all the more tantalizing.
Jessie raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Oho, now it seems she’s really got him riled up now. Nearly primed and ready in no time flat.”
“Thatagirl, Molly,” Bonnie cheers. Cassidy rolls her eyes but silently gives the new girl a little credit.
Both you and Molly barely notice the words of the other pirates, both of you getting lost in throes of passion, although Molly seems to be getting especially passionate. Her breathing gets heavy as she wraps her arms around your head, making sure it stays as close as possible as you continue licking her chest like it was the sweetest thing you ever tasted.
When your tongue repeatedly flicks one of her nipples, she snaps, letting out a pleasure-filled squeal before tossing you onto the floor. You land on your back, startled but unhurt. However Molly, swept away in the moment, leaps up in the air and lands on you. Hard. The rest of the crew winces and laughs at Molly’s surprisingly rowdy display.
You’re extremely dazed from having a pair of colossal tits crash land onto your face, but you retain consciousness. The formerly-shy strumpet lifts her chest off you and dangles it above your head, giving you just enough space to see the hungry--almost crazed--look on her blushing face. She removes her bandana, letting her velvety brunette hair fall to her shoulders to give her an aura of an irresistible siren of the sea. “Stick your tongue out and keep it out until I tell you,” she demands. Equally frightened and aroused, you comply, and Molly proceeds to pleasure herself by dragging her tits back and forth against your outstretched tongue, purring to herself as she does.
After a minute of this, Molly sits up and pulls you up with her. She grabs her bandana and wraps it around the back of your head before pulling on it, forcing your head between her tits and trapping it there. She tugs back and forth on the bandana, turning your head left and right while forcing you to vigorously motorboat her. She’s practically got you drowning in her sea of tit flesh!
“Hmm, clever use of her bandana.”
“That’s the way, Molly!”
“Meh, not bad, I guess. But I could still do better.”
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May 31, 2023
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