Molly looked at herself in her full length mirror. She was wearing a sexy little getup under her cashmere turtleneck and jeans. She loved her new pixie cut and she did her makeup just right. She couldn't wait to go show off to her friend this afternoon. He thought they were just going to the library on campus to study but he'd be putty in her hands when she showed a little skin. She loved having so much control over him and all past suitors but she had always wondered what it was like to submit to a man. She desired a man who would dominate properly. She hadn't remembered a single time that was out of her control since she lost her virginity.
She shrugged off the thought and continued getting dolled up for her study date. With just a touch of eyeliner and a new metallic rainbow piercing in her septum she was off to the library.
Looking at her phone clock she saw that she was already late. She knew she couldn't keep her boy waiting all day. He was used to her being late but she still felt bad about it. She was just never good with showing up on time. She decided to take a shortcut through the chemistry department and just book it to make up for lost time.
While she half ran through a mostly vacant lab she caught the eye of the one student still working, despite the beautiful Sunday weather. Questioning his motives made her lose her train of thought and she tripped over her own feet and into an array of lab equipment and chemicals.
At first the lab table that fell over on top of her wasn't so heavy as it was terrifying. Keeping it steady was easy enough but the beakers began to slide closer to the edge. When the chemicals hit her skin there was a burning sensation that exploded throughout her body. She tried to keep my arms up to push the table aside but she felt weaker and weaker. she couldn't hold it up much longer and when a drawer came flying out and hit her in the chest she was pushed backwards. Darkness enclosed around her but she escaped unharmed. The chemical burn fizzled out into a soft, tingly feeling and as she felt herself up there was no oozing or burned flesh.
The only question now was, where had she gone to? The room she was now in seemed empty and hollow. Surely she wasn't in the same room. At first she considered there had been a short out in the electrical but then remembered the windows that lined the lab walls. Had she fallen into some sort of trapdoor below the lab? Had that been what had caused her to trip? It seemed the only reasonable explanation.
Before she had time to think the room had tilted and swiftly knocked her off her feet and against a wall. As she felt herself sliding, clinging to the floor to steady herself, the room filled with light and a giant trembling hand formed and eclipse up above. Surely this was a joke. From behind the hand came the pale, worried face of the boy she had made eye contact with just moments ago. He poked her stomach like a brute with no social skills.
"What the hell happened to you?" she shrieked, much higher than intended.
He gave her a puzzling look. "Oh god, you have to be kidding.."
"What kind of fucking mad scientist are you??" She was freaking out. She knew she shouldn't have insulted someone as tall as a building but she was terrified and without her wits.
"You.. uh.. you shrunk." He picked her up and examined her tiny frame.
When Molly looked down at the trap door she saw what it really was. An empty desk drawer. It was unreal. She looked back down at the floor, covered in broken glass on a floor that seemed nearly a mile away and clung to his fingers. "Don't you dare fucking drop me!"
"Hey, chill out and stop squirming if you don't wanna fall." His voice sounded quiet soothing but she was still trembling. He set her down on a lab table. with a sigh. "I work in the field of gene therapy. That serum was supposed to enlarge certain.. features for smaller than average men. You spilled the whole thing and now I'm back to square one.."
What a selfish prick. She had half a mind to slap the shit outa him for blaming this all on her but all she wanted was to be my normal self again. She cried to him that she wanted to be fixed.
He sighed and pet her back. It was comforting but frightening, given the size of his hand and the fact that she was just half a foot tall, if that. "Hey, I'll fix this for you. I promise. This isn't your fault.. I just.. ugh can we go to the cafeteria I'm so hungry I'm getting dizzy.
"No! Never. I Refuse to be seen like this."
"Okay. Okay. I'll grab something and we can go back to my dorm. My roommate is gone for the weekend visiting his folks." He picked me up and put me in his pocket.
She nestled in still trying to process what was even going on. She wiped her tears away on the fabric of his jeans and tossed a few gum wrappers out of the pocket to make it cozier.
As he walked she could feel his manhood through the fabric. It, although mostly flaccid felt larger than any she had ever before felt. It felt so warm and nice that she laid against it through his pocket. It gave her some comfort in this stressful situation and a bit of satisfaction when it started getting hard.
He swatted at her and pushed her to the other side of his pocket. She could hear a large crowd outside and felt content with herself.
She heard some rumbles of laughter laughter outside. It got closer and closer and suddenly she felt the boy fall, her tumbling along with him.
"Geez, watch the fuck where you're going, asshole." One said.
"God, what a fucking loser." Another chuckled.
"Dude, you gave him a stuffy!" a girl shrieked.
The boy laid on the floor for a bit nobody bothering to help him up. Molly climbed out of his pocket and went to go talk to him "Are you okay? I'm sorry.. That was a dick move."
He cupped his hands around her to hide me and patted her on the head like a child. "Yea it's okay. It happens. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't cute." He looked down and sighed seeing his shirt had torn.
She looked into his eyes; they were deep pools of blue and green. She began to study the rest of his face, under his curly mess of hair he had a cute face; very soft cheek bones, a pale complexion, juicy red lips, and an adorable grin she got lost in before he plucked her up from the ground and into his pocket.
He made into his dorm in no time, setting Molly down on the only piece of furniture not cluttered with notes, garbage, and books; the bed. He threw his backpack onto his desk and pulled off his polo, blushing when he looked back at the tiny girl. "Sorry," he chuckled.
He had a nice, lean, and muscular body, unlike what she had expected. She thought he'd be a fragile twig with skin barely hanging off his bones. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
He moaned and groaned while running around the dorm looking for another shirt to put on. "Ugh.. it's laundry day. My roommate took all my clothes.
"Hey, I'm not complaining." She sort of chuckled to herself and hung her head, realizing she was flirting shamelessly.
He blushed and laughed along, sheepishly sitting down beside her.
After sitting in silence for long enough she leaned against his leg. They both knew they had nothing to talk about and no reason to be together other than the current predicament. He was just a chemistry major and she was an art major. The other would have just sounded like a complete bore in their mind. He did put his hand on her back though. His hands were soft and warm and offered some comfort.
He laid back down on the bed and she crawled onto his lap as a natural reflex It was nice to have someone close to hold on a stressful day like this, even if it was a total stranger. She tiptoed up to his chest and sat down.
He just giggled and stroked her back with a finger as she lowered herself onto his chest. His heart thumped so loud it vibrated through her whole body, not just because he was so large in comparison, but he was nervous.
"What's got you so uptight?" she finally asked.
"Well, you females are pretty intimidating, no matter what size."
"Guessing you don't have much experience with girls?"
"Pfft, that's an understatement if I've ever heard one."
"How many girls have you been with?"
"Well if you're talking about sex; not a one," He admitted. "I've made out with a few and fondled my ex's tits, you?"
She didn't want to confess that she had been with five different guys but she did reluctantly. He seemed even more intimidated.
He was timid and I liked that It was chaiming on him It helped that she was already into submissive guys. She was starting to develope a bit of a crush on him and being in his room, in his bed with him shirtless and petting her got a her little hot. "I'm Simon by the way," he told me before readjusting and turning on his side, taking her and putting her on his arm to nestle in the crook of his upper and forearm.
"I'm molly."
They talked a bit more, both slowly drifting off to sleep and spouting silly things neither could hardly comprehend.
* * * Simon awoke sometime in the middle of the night. He couldn't remember when he'd fallen asleep. He remembered staying up til he was too exhausted to hold on just to talk to molly.
