Max discovers Molly's arousal

Max's booming voice echos again, "Ah, tough luck. I thought you were really going to get to the end!" His hand reaches down and plucks Molly's tiny body out of the obstacle course, still on all fours to the glue trap. Molly flinches at the contact, feeling softly squished from his grip.

"I'm curious as to how you missed that, actually," Max wonders. "You passed much harder obstacles before, I don't know why the... oh."

"What?" Molly pipes up, unable to turn around to see. Max holds her 10-inch tall form in his palm, looking directly at her exposed rear. "It's clear you got a little distracted," Max theorizes. Molly gasps in shock as one of his huge fingertips brushes against her pussy, and she feels her wetness rub off on him. She whimpers. If anything, the touch increased her arousal.

"Don't worry," Max soothes. "It's not a completely abnormal reaction. Many people are aroused by being exposed. I suppose you're one of them." The way he talks about her as though she's just another piece of data sends another warm feeling between her legs. She feels small, not only physically, and she finds that it excites her. "Well," Max continues. "We can't have this issue distract us any further. Let's deal with this now."