Molly
By Sarus
 
 
Your name is Timothy, a high school senior.
You're short and skinny, with chestnut curly hair.
 
 
You've hidden yourself in the school’s library, hoping to finish your homework.
Your table is concealed behind shelves at the far end of the philosophy area, where students rarely venture.
 
 
You nearly jump out of my skin when a girl whispers in his ear:
“Found ya, Tiny T!”
 
 
The voice belongs to your classmate Camilla.
A tall and athletic Latina with shoulder-length hair in a ponytail.
She plops down on the chair on your left, smirking.
 
 
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were avoiding us.” says a second girl giggling, as she gracefully sits in front of you.
That is Lily, a petite and elegant redhead with curly hair and ice blue eyes.
 
 
Without warning, Camilla’s hand grabs your crotch, squeezing hard.
You stifle a cry as your balls are crushed in her iron grip.
 
 
“Ssshh… we’re in a library” Lily says mockingly as you writhe in pain.
 
 
"That's what you get for making us look for you dweeb!" Camilla hisses, releasing you after long seconds of pure agony, leaving you gasping for breath.
 
 
“See, we want to go to a karaoke after school. But we’re out of cash. Do you think you could help us out?” Lilly asks sweetly.
You freeze as the pretty ginger puts her foot delicately on your still aching groin.
 
 
At the same time, Camilla wraps her toned arm around his shoulder, pulling you close:
“Or maybe you’d prefer I teach you another lesson. Only this time, after beating you to a pulp, I’m going to leave you naked at the school’s entrance. What do you think, nerd?”
 
 
“Pretty please …” Lily asks charmingly, while starting to slowly rub your member up and down with her shoe.
The playful redhead is soon rewarded by a stiffening in your pants, which makes her smile mischievously at you.
 
 
Camilla starts roaring with laughter when she realizes what is going on.
 
 
A few minutes later, the two girls are leaving with all your pocket money.
Leaving you shedding tears of frustration and powerlessness.
 
 
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The school bell rings for lunch time.
You quickly gather your stuff, hoping to leave unnoticed, but a hand grabs you by the neck and forces you back down on your chair.
 
 
"Where do you think you're going, Tiny T?" asks Camilla behind you, smirking.
You don't struggle, you have long given up resisting.
 
 
The tall Latina is not alone. Lily is right behind her, with her usual impish grin, along with a third girl.
 
 
"We've found her Timothy, I'm sure you'd given up hope! The one-in-a-million, maybe the only girl that is interested in you!" Lily announces theatrically. "I present to you: Molly!"
 
 
Your classmate, Molly, is a slightly plump blonde with a gentle nature.
You know her as a girl who's always nice and smiles even when people are mean to her, which makes her an easy target for bullies like Camilla and Lily.
 
 
"Lily, can I have my snacks back please? I'm so hungry.", Molly asks politely.
 
 
You noticed that Molly always seems to be snacking on something, even during class.
Maybe because of that, she has very generous curves, her breasts stretching her shirt in a very distracting way.
 
 
Lily is indeed holding several candy bars, along with a notebook. She places the latter in front of you.
 
 
"Look at her diary Tiny T! There's an entry about you. You're right between her favorite doughnut, and the apple candy." she says pointing a passage to you.
 
 
"'His hair is so fluffy, just like cotton candy'" Camilla reads, repressing a chuckle. "Ho, here's my favorite: 'he must taste like Marshmallow.'", she continues, exploding in a throaty laugh.
 
 
Molly seems unruffled by people going through her diary, continuing to smile gently.
 
 
"You two lovebirds are coming with us for lunch. We have something special planned to break the ice" says Lily smiling maliciously.
 
 
Camilla more or less drags you out of the classroom. While Molly follows Lily obediently.
Your destination is the science lab, which is deserted during lunch time.
 
 
Lily locks the door behind you.
“For privacy” she explains with her usual impish smile.
She walks up to the shrink platform gathering dust in the corner and beckons you closer.
 
 
"That.. That doesn't work on humans" you blurt, suddenly feeling extremely nervous, and not moving an inch.
 
 
She flashes her malicious grin, waving a finger at you.
"Seems like you were not paying enough attention in class Timmy. It does work, but there's a security in place to prevent it" she corrects you. She ostensibly plugs her phone to the machine.
“But it’s an old model, and the teachers don’t bother keeping the firmware up to date. There’s plenty of hacks, if you know where to look” she explains.
 
 
“Damn it Lil’, you make my nerd sense tingle when you talk like that” complains Camilla.
 
 
Despite how she behaves, Lily is pretty smart, nearly top of the class actually.
There’s a good chance she’s not bluffing.
This. Is. Bad.
 
 
You turn and bolt for the door, but all you do is bump your head into Camilla’s firm chest, who was standing behind, ready to catch you.
She manhandles you onto the shrinking platform, a 2 feet wide silvery disc, next to a small column with an array of buttons on top.
Once you’ve stepped onto it, the Latina casually punches you in the gut so you stay still.
You fall down on your knee on the platform, gasping for breath.
 
 
Molly stands blithely there, still smiling gently at the 3 of you.
“My, my, play nice everyone” she says, as if this is just a friendly tussle.
 
 
“And that should do it!” says Lily.
She pushes a button, grinning wickedly at you.
 
 
The disc emits a deep humming sound as a blue light surrounds you.
You feel your whole body starts vibrating.
Lily turns a knob switch, and your stomach lurches, like you’re riding a roller coaster while everything around you gets bigger and bigger.
 
 
“Would you look at that! It worked! He looks like an ant!” exclaims Camilla. “Tiny T got even tinier!” she snickers.
 
 
“That’s a bit too small to have fun” remarks Lily.
She turns the knob switch the other way slowly, until you grow back to a few inches tall.
“Perfect size!” she says, clapping her hands excitedly.
 
 
She climbs on the platform, and crouches down next to you.
You look up to see her giant legs on either side, and between them a clear view of her white panties.
You blush despite your situation, forcing yourself to look at her face.
The redhead’s cheeks are slightly flush, and she winks teasingly at you. She knows.
“That’s a bit more than you can chew, don’t you think?” she says tapping your crotch playfully with a finger.
 
 
She picks you up and gets up, but stays on the platform.
“Just to refresh your memory Timmy, if you step down this platform, or someone turns the machine off, you’re stuck at this size forever. So don’t try to run off.” she says, sounding serious for once.
 
 
You nod your head vigorously.
 
 
Lily calls Molly closer. The gentle blonde joins Lily on the platform docilely.
“Come on, take him,” Lily says, handing you over.
 
 
Molly carefully takes hold of you, then lifts you up to her face.
“My, you look so cute.” She says tenderly as she examines your tiny form, before cradling you in her arms, next to her belly.
You feel infinitely more secure in Molly’s hands that you would with the other two girls.
So close to her, you feel the pleasant heat of her body, and notice that she smells of vanilla.
 
 
Suddenly, Molly’s stomach let out a loud growling noise right behind you.
Molly flushes slightly while Camilla explodes with laughter.
 
 
“You’ll have to forgive Molly” Lily explains. “We’ve taken her snacks, she hasn’t eaten anything this morning. The poor girl is starving. All she’s gotta do is taste you, see if you really do taste like Marshmallow, then we’ll give them back.”
 
 
“You have to put him in your mouth” insists Camilla “, not just a wimpy lick”
 
 
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll taste wonderful” Molly says, smiling at you reassuringly.
She then starts fiddling with your clothes, trying to undress you.
 
 
“What are you doing!?” you scream, or rather squeak.
“Well I can’t tell what you taste like with your clothes on” Molly replies, looking puzzled.
Then resume stripping you, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
 
 
Both Lily and Camilla giggle excitedly at the development.
 
 
Soon you’re naked, and she’s lifting you to her face.
First she smells you delicately. As she does, her belly starts growling even louder than last time.
“My, you smell delicious. Just like marshmallows” she compliments you.
She opens her pink lips wide, and her warm breath washes over you.
Her mouth is watering abundantly in anticipation of your arrival.
Your sensitive skin makes contact with the extremely hot and wet tongue.
You sink down into the velvety flesh, then are pulled completely inside her mouth.
 
 
Molly closes her lips around you, leaving only your head outside, while the rest of your body is at the mercy of her inquisitive tongue.
 
 
Lily bounces up and down excitedly while Camilla smirks at the spectacle.
 
 
Molly is cupping her slightly flushed face in her hands, eyes closed, making appreciative noises.
Her tongue is exploring every inch of your body, caressing, coaxing you into releasing more of your flavor.
 
 
Despite your initial fear, you can’t help but get aroused by Molly’s ministrations.
Your now hard member is insistently massaged, rubbed and stroked against Molly’s taste buds.
Your arousal is plainly visible on your face.
 
 
Camilla and Lily are now making a face.
Bullying is no fun if your marks are enjoying themselves.
 
 
Unable to resist anymore, you come.
Molly opens her eyes in surprise at the new taste invading her mouth.
Lily covers her mouth in mock surprise, while Camilla groans in disgust.
 
 
“Come on, that’s enough Molly. Let him out now, we’ll give back your snacks” grumbles Camilla, obviously annoyed at how it all played out.
 
 
Molly keeps sucking on you like if you were made out of candy.
Suddenly she pulls you in deeper, her lips closing completely.
You panic as your feet reach the back of her throat.
 
 
The room is eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic gulps coming from Molly’s gullet.
Lily and Camilla watch transfixed as the little bulge that is you travel down the buxom blonde’s throat, then disappear from view to continue your journey inside her soft belly.
 
 
“My, he did taste a bit like marshmallow!” Molly says in her usual gentle tone.
“May I?” she politely asks Lily, pointing to the knob switch that controls your size.
Lily just nods, eyes wide with shock.
 
 
Her belly starts to swell as she turns the knob, and she lifts her shirt to inspect it.
She goes very slowly, giving time to her stomach to adapt to your growing body, and stretch it to its limit.
When she finally stops, she looks a couple months pregnant and your outline is visible through her skin.
 
 
“My, such a filling meal you make” she compliments you, lovingly caressing her belly.
She lowers back her shirt, hiding you from view, before stepping off of the shrinking platform.
 
 
“You… You ate him!” Camilla blurts out, aghast.
“My, I did, didn’t I?” Molly muses mildly, cupping her face and blushing slightly.
 
 
“Come on, you made your point! Let him out now!” Camilla commands.
“She can't,” Lily interrupts. “He’s no longer on the shrinking platform. He's stuck at this size now, we’d get into trouble.”
As if on cue, the machine powers down, its dull humm stopping now that the platform is empty.
 
 
You’ve never been in a tighter spot in your life than inside Molly’s steamy stomach.
Her flesh is squeezing you, forcing you into a fetal position, compacting you in a tight ball of flesh.
Moving an inch is impossible, even breathing is hard, not that there’s much air to begin with.
You hear the girls talking, and call for help with all your strength.
 
 
“My, I think I can hear him” Molly says in her usual mild voice, caressing her belly. “Are you comfortable in your new home?” she asks gently.
“Please let me out, Molly! Please!” you beg.
“But you feel so lovely in there. Let me take care of you for a while. It’ll be nice!” she answers tenderly.
“What do you mean ‘take care of me’?! You’ll digest me if I stay in your stomach!” you say panicking.
“My, of course I will. You’re my food, that’s only natural.” she explains gently.
 
 
“Man, the way you’re teasing him is brutal” observes Camilla. “I didn’t pin you for the type.”
“So what do we do? Pretend nothing happened?” the Latina asks.
Lily nods in agreement. Molly just keeps smiling kindly, a hand on her stomach.
 
 
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You heard your fate being decided by the 3 girls.
You try to struggle or kick in protest, but all you get is a comforting pat from Molly.
Lunch break is not over yet, and you feel the curvy blonde walking around school. You sway left and right in rhythm with her step, trapped in her flesh.
 
 
When you hear other people close by, you scream for help, but no one hears you.
Except Molly, she always gives you a little rub or caress when you try to move or speak.
 
 
The bell rings, and Molly goes back to class, sitting down at her desk.
The position immediately puts more pressure on your body, her stomach trying to squish you harder than ever.
Your surroundings also become increasingly hot and moist. Her stomach walls soon start kneading and massaging you softly, coating you whole body in her juices, making your skin tingle.
 
 
The outside world sounds muffled to your ears. You barely hear the teacher’s voice.
On the other hand, the sounds of Molly’s body are omnipresent. The soft motions of her breathing, the soothing thud-thud of her heart… and the ominous growling of her stomach as it tries to digest you.
 
 
Once in a while Molly changes position: crossing her legs or shifting her body.
This lessens the pressure on your body for a few blessed seconds.
Her shifting increases, and she starts rubbing her plump thighs together.
Not able to hold it back anymore, she gets up and asks:
“Sir, can I go to the bathroom please?” she asks, some urgency in her usually mild voice, while doing a cute little pee-dance.
 
 
She soon rushes out of class, making your whole world shake as she runs to the toilet, her ample chest bouncing.
She hurriedly pulls down her pants, sits down and sighs in contentment as she relieves herself.
You feel the flow of her pee as a soft vibration through your body.
“My, I didn’t think I was going to make it” she says in blessed relief. “You’re such a big meal, you must be pressing on my bladder.”
 
 
“Please Molly, let me out! You’re starting to digest me!” you beg.
“Well, I’ve been starving all morning. My stomach is just making sure you feel welcome” she answers pleasantly, still peeing.
“Molly please, stop joking! You can’t digest me! I’ll…” you sob.
“There there, it’ll be alright,” she coos comfortingly. “Just focus on being a good meal, and let my body handle the rest.”
Her tone is gentle and compassionate, but her words send a cold shiver down your spine.
 
 
She wipes herself and pulls her panties back up.
She rubs her belly reassuringly, smiling fondly at the little bulge you make, before hurrying back to class
 
 
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The day progresses slowly inside Molly's tight and hot belly.
The kneading motions of her stomach get more demanding, massaging her digestive juices deep into your skin.
The tingling you feel soon becomes itching, then an intense burning all over your body.
 
 
You panic, struggle, push her stomach walls with your feet and arms to get her attention. You scream for help.
To no avail, all you get is the usual comforting rub, before she goes back to paying attention to class.
 
 
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The school bell rings, indicating the end of the day.
Molly takes her time gathering her belongings, she often pauses to touch the little bump on her belly, smiling fondly.
 
 
Camilla and Lily are waiting for her at the school gates.
"So, is he still... there?" asks Camilla awkwardly, pointing at Molly's belly.
"My, yes. And we're having such a nice time together" Molly answers delightedly.
"Can he hear us?" The tall Latina asks almost nervously.
"If you talk close to my stomach I'm sure he will" Molly replies.
Camilla crouches, her face almost touching Molly’s belly.
“I’m sorry Tiny T. We didn’t mean for things to go that far. Just.. be strong ok?” Camilla apologizes. She clumsily pats Molly’s belly a few times before getting back up.
 
 
Lily takes Camilla’s place.
“I bet that’s not how you imagined you’d be inside a girl” she says, smiling impishly.
She slips her delicate hand under Molly’s shirt, tracing the outline of your body, finding the little bump of your head, following the shape of your legs.
“She’s already digesting you, you know. Your contour is getting soft” she tells you.
Finally she finds what she’s looking for.
Her fingers push deep into the soft flesh of Molly’s plump belly, applying pressure right on top of your penis. The curvy blonde gasps in surprise, but stays docilely put.
The ginger’s agile fingers rub, knead, and massage your groin through the tender walls of your prison. She uses different rhythms and motions: quick up and down, slow and deep circles, playful waves. In less than a minute, her skilled hands are rewarded by the telltale throb of your ejaculation.
She grins mischievously.
“I wanted to give you an enjoyable last time. That’s my way of saying sorry“ Lily explains.
 
 
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After waving goodbye to Camilla and Lily, Molly goes to her bicycle.
She hops on and begins her ride home.
 
 
Her stomach comes alive around you as she rides.
The walls normally massaging you gently now squeeze you vigorously in rhythm with her pedal strokes. Exercising is stimulating her digestion, making her juices flow freely, drenching you in burning fluids.
You cry in agony as patches of skin are rubbed off by the friction with her soft ribbed stomach walls, dissolving in her secretions.
 
 
Molly is breathing hard as she arrives at her house, her young and plump body glistening with sweat.
“Oh my… I’m not used to carrying this much weight” she says, catching her breath.
“Are you ok in there? This must have been a bumpy ride” she asks gently.
“Please stop Molly… It hurts so much…” you beg.
“Don’t worry sweetheart we’re home now, you can relax” she says pleasantly. “I, for one, could use a shower.”
 
 
Molly heads to the bathroom and removes her clothes.
She inspects herself in the mirror: her heavy breasts are shiny with perspiration, her alabaster cheeks flushed. More importantly your outline is less pronounced on her protruding belly, proof that your digestion is well on its way, making her smile fondly at her reflection.
She takes her time showering, letting the hot water wash away the fatigue from her ride.
You are tired too, your recent ejaculation followed by the digestive frenzy of her ride left you drained of energy. You quietly rest as she scrubs herself from head to toe. The sound of running water and her gentle motions lulls you into a dazed torpor despite the pain, and you eventually doze off.
 
 
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You wake up confused and in pain, as your whole world is shaking.
Molly is lying on a sofa, watching tv. She laughs again, shaking you in rhythm with her giggles.
Your situation comes back to you slowly, and panic sets in: you fell asleep. The next time you might not wake up.
 
 
You squirm to get her attention, and she lowers the volume so she can hear you.
“Oh my, someone is feeling lively again. Is everything alright?” she asks gently.
“Molly, you have to let me out, right now!” you yell.
“It’s too soon, dear, you’re not ready yet. Maybe tomorrow” she answers pleasantly.
“Please Molly, it hurts... You can’t digest me… please…” you sob.
“There, there. It’s alright.” she coos, rubbing her belling comfortingly. “It’s not so bad, just relax, let my belly do its work” she murmurs.
You keep on weeping.
“Don’t be sad. You should be proud of yourself, you’re doing such a good job. I’ve been feeling full and happy all day thanks to you” she compliments you, smiling fondly at her belly.
 
 
She yawns.
“My, I’m sorry” she says, covering her mouth. “Digesting such a large meal is making me sleepy. I think I’m going to sleep you off” she says.
She turns the tv off and goes to bed.
 
 
She’s trying to find a comfortable position under her blanket, her breathing already slowing down.
You struggle with all your might, knowing that if she falls asleep, that’s game over.
“Molly! Please, I’m your classmate! I’m a human being, you have to let me out before you digest me! Please!” you beg, sobs creeping up in your voice.
 
 
“Shhh…” she whispers softly, her hand caressing her belly. “You’re my little meal, now. Of course my belly is going to digest you. I’m going to be full of energy thanks to you tomorrow” she whispers, her voice already sleepy.
 
 
“Please Molly, don’t let me die in there!” you scream.
A soft snoring is her only answer.
 
 
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You wriggle, and push against her fleshy walls, hoping to wake her up.
Instead, her stomach groans and quivers ominously, then releases a stream of searing hot digestive juices on your already melting body, while Molly mumbles in her sleep.
 
 
The night is a slow agony, her stomach slowly massages and kneads your dissolving form, steadily converting you into nutrients for her to absorb.
Despite the pain and burning, blessed sleep eventually claims you.
 
 
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You wake up, disoriented.
You’re floating, bodiless in a gentle, massaging warmth.
You enjoy the peaceful feeling for a few moments before memory comes back to you like a cold shower.
You struggle in panic as you remember where you are. And what’s happening to you.
 
 
Molly is brushing her teeth, getting ready to go to school as she feels you move.
“Good morning Timothy. Did you sleep well?” She greets you amiably.
 
 
Please let me out! Is what you try to say, but instead:
“Blurb. Blorb. Blurb.” is all you manage
 
 
That makes her giggle softly.
“My, it sounds like you digested well at least. Let’s see” she says, lifting her shirt and inspecting her belly.
Your outline is completely gone, the soft milky skin of her belly only swelling slightly with your presence.
Gingerly she puts her hand on your bulge and presses down, trying to feel your form through her skin.
 
 
Your body sickeningly gives way under the soft pressure.
You feel yourself squishing and deforming, as if there is not a single solid bone left in you.
 
 
Satisfied, she tucks her belly back under her shirt.
“You’re doing great work in there, you know? You can be proud of yourself, I’m feeling all peppy this morning, thanks to you” she compliments.
 
 
“Plorb” you try to answer.
 
 
She pats you comfortingly and resumes brushing her teeth.
The plump blonde goes through the rest of her morning routine: getting dressed, combing her hair… While you continue to digest quietly in her belly.
 
 
As she rides her bike to school, her stomach activity increases.
Your softening form is massaged with renewed vigor, steadily being absorbed by her exercising body.
Thankfully you’re numb, and no longer feel pain as you become calories to fuel her ride.
 
 
Molly arrives at school on time. She hums happily as she walks to her class with a spring to her step.
 
 
The familiar hubbub of school is muffled by her flesh.
You recognize the voices of teachers or schoolmates, but they feel so far away. You no longer have the strength to call for help.
 
 
As the morning classes go by, you feel yourself sinking deeper inside Molly’s body.
Your perception of the outside world is slowly shrinking. Voices and noises are fading away, drowned by her gentle breathing, the steady beat of her heart, the sloshing sound of her digestion.
 
 
Deeper and deeper you go in your humid journey through her body.
You leave behind your fear, pain, and sense of self.
The warmth of Molly’s body drowns everything, and what’s left of you is content to bask in that warmth waiting until it absorbs you completely.
 
 
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The bell rings, signaling the end of the last period.
Molly stifles a yawn, then stretches as she gets up, before giving her soft belly a comforting rub.
She chats for a bit with her classmates before riding her bike back home.
 
 
“How is my little meal feeling?” the bosomy teen asks once in her room.
Her hands massage her tummy lovingly.
“My, you’ve been such a good boy today, letting me digest you without complaint. It’s not so bad, is it?” she asks gently.
Maybe she felt a twitch, or maybe it was her imagination.
“Don’t worry my marshmallow, it’s nearly over. You’re all smooth and soft in there, you just have to be courageous a little longer” she whispers gently.
 
 
She spends the evening doing her homework, then lazing in front of the tv before eventually going to bed.
 
 
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It’s 7am, and Molly’s alarm rings.
“Please… 5 more minutes…” she mumbles, unwilling to leave the comfy warmth of her bed, her hand fumbling to silence her phone.
A few minutes later, she is snoring softly.
 
 
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Molly’s eyes suddenly open wide, she grabs her phone.
“My, I overslept. I’m in so much trouble” she says softly.
 
 
The shapely schoolgirl gets up, and hurriedly puts her clothes on.
Her hand suddenly stops on her lower belly.
“Oh Timothy, darling, I’m in a hurry. Could you wait for a little bit? Until I get to school?” she asks pleadingly.
 
 
She squeezes her thighs together, trying to hold it in, without success.
“Alright, alright, we’re going” she surrenders, sauntering to the bathroom.
 
 
She pulls her skirt and panties down, and gingerly sits on the chilly toilet seat.
Your arrival is announced by a few cute little toots, then you emerge from her plump rear in all your brown glory.
She sights in contentment as you are unceremoniously expelled from her warm body into the cold porcelain below.
 
 
Not a hint of your previous form can be seen in the smooth long logs that keep landing in the water below, proof that you have been digested by a particularly healthy young woman.
Eventually, Molly gently squeezes the last of your body out of her pleasingly round derriere, officially evicting you from what has been your home these past few days.
 
 
Blushing slightly, Molly peeks curiously at you between her legs.
“My, you look a little worse for wear my darling” she muses. “But it was worth it in the end, right? We had so much fun together!” she declares in her usual gentle tone.
 
 
With that she wipes herself carefully, gets up and pulls her panties back up.
She waves cutely at you, smiling fondly as she flushes you away.
 
 
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The bell rings the end of the last period.
Lily and Camilla approach Molly’s desk, unsure how to engage the conversation.
 
 
“So ? Is everything ok with…” the tall latina asks awkwardly, pointing at Molly’s belly.
 
 
Molly looks puzzled for a few moments, then smiles happily.
“My! You want news of Timothy!” she exclaims as she understands.
“He’s been such a dear, really, we had such a pleasant time together. I let him out this morning.” she merrily explains.
 
 
“Really?! Is he ok? Can we…” Camilla bursts out.
 
 
“She means she shat him out this morning” interrupts the petite redhead.
 
 
Camilla looks at Molly expectantly, obviously hoping for a denial.
The buxom blonde continues beaming her gentle smile at them, unfazed.
 
 
Lily narrows her eyes at Molly.
“I can’t tell if you’re an evil genius or just an airhead” she finally sighs.
“Anyway we’re going to a karaoke bar tonight, wanna come?” she casually asks.
 
 
“My! That sounds delightful” Molly answers, in her usual soft and gentle voice.
 
 
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You are of course never seen again, now nothing more than a thin layer of fat on the feminine curves of a healthy young blonde named Molly.