You party with the pirates

Even though you’ve finally been freed from your post as Molly’s “shirt,” you still can’t stop thinking about bouncing, jiggling, suffocating breasts for the next minute or so. Bonnie and her crew have really made their impression on you. By the time you finally snap out of your aroused, asphyxiated daze you realize they’ve left you alone on the couch while everyone else raids the fridge for beers. Well, almost everyone.

Blushing profusely over what just happened, Molly sits quietly in a chair nearby, not daring to come any closer to you. She fidgets nervously as she thinks about what she just did with you, a guy she literally just met! Molly was just so caught up in trying to impress the crew that she didn’t even think about how embarrassing it was to walk around with you draped over her bare breasts like that.

She’s never let a guy fondle her bare, sensitive skin like that before, let alone give him free pass to suck on it while she joked about his erection aloud. She’s glad that the crew enjoyed it, but, for Molly, that was like jumping deep into uncharted seas without a lifeboat. And what really embarrasses her is that, deep down...she loved every second of it. Unable to stop herself from replaying that exhilarating experience in her head, she’s both excited and frightened to ask if you enjoyed it as much as she did.

Molly steals a few shy glances your way but is too bashful to even think of locking eyes with you. It’s just as well. You’re having a hard time trying to keep eye contact with her too, but for different reasons. Trying not to be rude, it’s taking all your willpower not to gawp at her enormous bosom every time you look in her direction. Molly has the biggest rack you’ve ever seen (which is saying something, considering the women you’ve met today), and, after what you’ve just been through with it, it’s impossible not to think about it. It doesn’t help that her shirt is still too wet to actually put on yet, forcing Molly to just drape it over her massive treasure chest like a paltry towel until it dries.

As Molly nervously sits with her hands resting on her lap, she unwittingly treats you to the sight of her abundantly soft flesh getting squished between her arms and spilling past them, her nipples just barely hidden by her shirt. When your eyes finally do meet with hers, you give a weak smile and wave, unsure how else to interact with her after everything that’s happened, but she quickly turns away while blushing profusely.

Ok, maybe that’s a sign you should get out of here before things get anymore awkward for you; you do have a wrestling career to start after all, even if you already have lost two feet in height (damn serum…). “Woah there! Not so fast, sailor. We ain’t done with ya yet.” Just as you stand up to leave, Cassidy shoves you back onto the couch as she and Jessie sit down on either side of you, each of them holding a six-pack of beer. Bonnie sits down on a nearby chair with a couple more packs, having already downed three cans on the way over while on the verge of finishing a fourth. “The party’s just getting started!”

Jessie and Cassidy hand a can to you and Molly before starting on their own, eager to join in on the revelry with their captain. Just as you wonder why you’re still here, Red gets your attention. “Hey new guy. Wanna see a trick?” You watch as Bonnie finishes the last of her can and places it deep into her cleavage. She places a hand on each of her breasts and gives a quick but powerful squeeze. A moment later, she pulls out the can to reveal that it was instantly flattened between her overwhelming cannonballs. That was impressive, you have to admit, but now you can’t help but worry what might happen the next time you find yourself too close to Bonnie’s breasts, especially after the way she threatened you back in the hallway.

Red notices how nervous you are and chuckles. “What, are you still shaking in your britches over that ‘Davy Jones’ threat I gave ya? Relax, lad. I was just ribbin’. Since you’re the new guy, we had to give you a proper hazing as a welcome, so I just said all that to make sure you’d go along with it until we got back here. You should’ve seen the look on your face.” Red opens another can and holds it up in the air. “And now that you’ve been subjected to a proper pirate prank, now you can join us in the revelry. So relax, mate. Drinks are on us. Cheers!”

“CHEERS!” Each girl holds up a can before cracking it open to enjoy. Jessie drinks at a steady, composed pace while Cassidy messily guzzles hers down, spilling some of it on her cleavage. Molly sips hers, still getting used to the taste. Not one to refuse free beer, you take a few gulps of yours as well, taking Bonnie’s advice to relax a bit. Maybe these girls aren’t so bad after all. They seem a bit rowdy, to be sure, but you start to think that’s just part of their charm. Still though, if you wind up shrinking in front of these scalawags during their revelry, it could spell trouble for you.