"I'll catch up with you guys later." (she protects you)

--This chapter was written by Ombligo.

“I, um, I’ll catch up with you guys later. I wanted to go down to the lockers. You know, pick up some dry clothes.” You felt the slim fingers anxiously drumming on your clavicle. What was this girl planning?

Bonnie turned and sighed. “Oh, Molly, Molly.” She clapped a hand on the girl’s shoulder, eliciting a yip. “This just won’t do. You’re part of the crew now. And that comes with certain rewards, and certain responsibilities. You can’t keep hiding things from us.” The ‘delicate’ fingers had become steel traps on your shoulders. Molly’s nerves had become an audible whine.

“Get your gear out of that dingy locker and into our dressing room! You’re a DWA wrestler now - you should take advantage! I know you used to squeeze into those titchy bathroom stalls to change, but you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, we’re already half naked in front of each other. Honestly, I’m a bit jealous!” The captain groped once more for Molly’s breasts, hoisting handfuls that spilled out into the middle of her forearms, while Molly’s nervous whine erupted into a vintage of cries and cackles.

The redhead finally let go. “Alright, new blood. You do what you need to.” The three filed out, either oblivious or simply unconcerned with their toplessness. “I’ll save you some grog!” Bonnie called, as the doors clunked shut.

Molly whirled on you. “O-okay you, mister, Mr. whoever-you-are! Wh-who are you, what are you doing here, and why…” Molly had planted one hand on her hip and the other, finger extended, in your chest, allowing her outstanding orbs to wobble and heave just below eye level. Even as busty as Touko and Yasmine had been, this girl was in a whole other league, and only now did you have the chance to truly appreciate it. Too obviously, it seemed, as Molly stopped mid-sentence to wrap her arms protectively around her chest - though the thin limbs were woefully under-equipped for the job. Breastflesh abundant enough to outfit three conventionally busty girls bulged over the tops of her hands and poured out from beneath her elbows. Crescents of aureolae the color of cafe au lait stared you in the face. One of the hands went on furlough to plant itself beneath your jaw and lift it back into position before you perished of dehydration. Your teeth caught the tip of your tongue and pulled you back into reality.

“I, sorry. Um, sorry about that.” You turned to face the wall. You hadn’t had much agency in the situation, but you still felt guilty. Half naked girl finds strange man spying on her? Of course she was going to be suspicious. And here you were gawping like a lungfish.

You heard her lungs empty. “No. It’s fine. I mean, not fine. But, you know, past a certain point, it kinda rests on me to know how, how to deal with it. Especially when they’re just hanging out like this. I’ve been meaning to be more assertive. It’s uh, sort of hard to avoid drawing attention with a figure like mine. That’s why I admire the wrestlers here so much.”

“Oh?” You weren’t sure what you’d done, but somehow the floodgates had been opened on this normally reticent girl. You tentatively peeked back over your shoulder.

“I mean, I draw attention whether I want to or not. I’m a passenger there. But these women - they command attention. They shape it for themselves. They just walk into a room - and they dominate it. That’s what I’d like to do. Uh, some day. And the first step is to not get so hung up when someone starts gawking. So, I, I’m letting you off now. But you better watch yourself, Mister, or I’ll, er…” Her brow furrowed and her incisors made time with her lower lip while she grasped for thematic relevance. “Keelhaul you up and down the poopdeck!”

You grimaced. “That sounds pretty gross.”

She looked thoughtful. “It does, doesn’t it?” After a beat, you both broke down in giggles.

“I’m Tom,” you finally offered, catching your breath. “I’m actually the newest wrestler here.”

“Molly,” she said, arms still planted on her chest. “I guess you already knew that. So, a guy wrestling in the DWA? How does that work?”

“Well, Touko has this whole gimmick…” You frowned, wondering whether to divulge your unique handicap just yet. “Anyways, I didn’t even know it was a women’s league until this morning. By then I’d already, erm, accepted the job - more or less.” You winced, recalling how Touko had essentially held your height hostage.

“Y-yeah. I guess you wouldn’t come through the normal way. Anyways, turn around. I’m gonna put my top back on.” You complied, and were soon treated to a host of grunts and groans that would probably be a little too soft for, say, pulling a bus with your teeth or lifting a steel girder, but seemed a bit much for changing clothes. They finally ceased with a huff. “Damn it!”

“What’s wrong?”

“This top is wool. It must have shrunk in the sprinklers. Maybe I can sort of drape it… Alright. Um, does this look okay?”

You turned around and felt the screws fall out of your jaw once more. The ‘top’ had become a stripy bib that hung over her bosom, dangling at least a foot from her trim tummy. Her breasts bulged enormously on either side of the narrow strip, which now seemed to barely cover her nipples, and the creamy brown of her aureolae bulged visibly in puffy half circles. The ensemble was somehow the single sexiest outfit you’d ever seen, and felt far more revealing than when she had been bare-chested.

“Hey! I, I said you were on notice. Um, sh-shape up, you scurvy landlubber!”

You shook the tingles of arousal out of your head - though it was slower to leave other parts. “If I’m a landlubber, why do I have scurvy? Is there an orange shortage or something?”

Molly chuckled through her embarrassment. “O-okay. Wrong response. This clearly won’t work. What do I do?”

“Here.” You removed your button-up, and reached up to drape it over her shoulders - a little further up than you expected. While the garment never would have had a chance of closing over her assets on its own, in conjunction with her fun bib, it just managed to do the job. “Let it never be said that Tommy the Terrible is, uh, terrible.”

“You dork.” Molly’s eyes were alight. “Anyways, you owe me for being a perve.”

“Owe you? I gave you the shirt off my back!”

“Yeah, but you perved out on me twice.” She put a finger to her lip. “And who knows how many times when the elevator was stuck.”

“Ugh, fine. How can I get back in your good graces?”

“Something really big. And meaningful. And showy. Liiiiike…” the elevator doors finally opened as she backed out of them. “Buy me a soda from the vending machine!”

You grinned. You’d never met a girl with such an astounding figure - and never would have figured such a girl to be so down-to-earth. You chastised yourself for even entertaining the first thought. “Hey,” you called out as Molly bounced down the hall. “Are the elevators here always that slow?”