Riley seems to be at a loss for words - blinking and opening and closing his mouth as Molly looks at him expectantly. After a moment, he simply starts to grin widely, and then lets loose a nervous, shaky little laugh. “Hah, alright, you got me. What are we really doing?” 

Molly seems a bit thrown off by the statement. “Hm?” She cocks her head to one side, squinting. “It’s - that is what we’re really doing - everything was in the introduction pamphlet.” She muses. “What did I give you for the serum, was the dosage too high…?” She begins flipping through her charts. 

“N-no, I don’t think that’s it-” Riley says, sitting up a little from the examination table. “It’s that I obviously don’t want to go through with this?” Riley says, as if this should be obvious. 

Molly sighs, rubbing her face with her hands. “Riley - I know it can be nerve-wracking, and I don’t blame you for getting jitters, but -” She sets down her clipboard. “I’m afraid that really isn’t an option - not at this point.“

Riley lets out another nervous laugh. “What?”

“Hey, don’t worry, alright? I’m going to be right here with you for the whole thing, okay?” Molly says, scooting closer to him in a wheeled chair. “And I’ll explain everything, every step of the way, alright?” She gives him a reassuring smile, and rubs his back with one hand. “I know it can be a lot to process, but try to remember how important research like this is, and how exciting it is to break down these barriers, yeah?”

Riley was stunned, speechless. Molly continued right over his apparent discomfort with a gleam of excitement in her eye. “So, of  course, you’re going to see a little reduction in stature - but the bulk of the work has to be done mechanically, to get you to the proper size.” She says, gesturing to the contraption she had been working on when he first entered the room. “That’s a prototype I’ve been working on to speed up the forming process, but, unfortunately, it’s in disrepair.” She explains. A glimmer of hope sparks in Riley’s chest, but she quickly extinguishes it. “But! Not to worry, I’ve already spoken with Dr. Hines, and I’ve gotten special approval to proceed with an alternative method! I’ve put a lot of hours into this, so I’m not about to give up that easy!” She says, giving Riley a spirited nudge that deforms him slightly. 

“What.. what do you mean? If the machine is broken, can’t we call this off?” He asks, forlorn.

“And let that stand in the way of progress? Not a chance!” Molly beams, and rolls up her lab coat sleeve. “As it so happens, I’m actually only a size or two off from Ava - and we’ve got very similar foot structures!” She explains, rolling up her other lab coat sleeve. “I think it’s a bit of fate, in a way- like, a test! That we really believe in what we’re doing!” She says, and Riley feels the implication slowly set in.

“You don’t mean…” He says, tentatively.  Molly nods energetically. “It’s just like the pioneers of old discovery, Riley! We’ll have to do it by hand! Or, by foot, rather -” She snorts loudly at her own joke, covering her mouth as she laughs despite herself. “Sorry- Dr. Hines would give me an earful if she saw me being ‘unprofessional’, gosh-” She says, and as if summoned like an evil spirit, the doors at the center of the room burst open, revealing a very irate looking Hines. Molly immediately stiffens a little, looking more uptight and grabbing her clipboard.

She leans in closer, speaking more quietly “There’s just a few more things we need first, before the process begins properly - “ she hesitates, and then doubles down. “It’s  - we need a blood sample, a saliva sample, and, um- a sperm sample.” She says with a wry smile. “But - my performance review is coming up soon, and since this is sort of my flagship formula - It would mean so much to me if you were on your best behavior for her, okay? I’ll owe you one!” She says in hushed tones before Dr. Hines’ clacking heels reach earshot. She calls out. “Well? Has the serum been administered?” She says, setting her coffee down on a nearby work desk.

“Yes ma’am!” Molly answers chipperly. “We just have the baseline samples to gather next.”

Riley sits up, gripping the edge of the clinical bed with white knuckles. “H-hold on, I just - I want to- this isn’t-” He stutters a bit, finding it hard to make his brain cooperate with his mouth under the intense emotions and the drug coursing through his veins.

Natalie Hines raises one blonde brow. “Seems as though your subject is a bit agitated, Ms. Wade.” She remarks, detached, picking up her clipboard and making a few scribbling strokes -  which Molly responds to as if a starter pistol had gone off, leaping into action. “Oh, that - nothing to worry about - just a side effect of the first phase of the drug, it’s really quite addressable!” She says, moving like a startled rabbit to fill a syringe, and bounding over to Riley in the blink of an eye. “Just a little something to help you relax, okay?” She says, swabbing him furiously with an alcohol pad and then pressing the needle firmly into his arm.

“Molly, I don’t want to rel-hhh…” Riley says, rather incoherently by the end, as the fast-acting sedative doubles up with the compound he had been injected with to make his movements feel slow and sluggish, the words falling out of his mouth like pudding. Molly smiles, a tad nervous, patting him on the cheek with a blue gloved hand. “There we go, isn’t that better? You feel better, Riley?” She says in sweet, dulcet tones, big brown eyes locked on his. He can’t help but smile and nod at her. “See! That’s right, all better, huh?” She says, and Dr. Hines scoffs noncommittally. “He’s not a baby, Ms. Wade. Just collect the samples, and tell me about the procedure for the report.” She says, sitting down in a chair with a clipboard.

Riley barely feels the prick as a needle draws a vial of blood from his veins, and the swab has no trouble collecting a good amount of drool. He feels warm and fuzzy all over, and he is having trouble recalling exactly what it was he was so worried about before. The hospital gown hangs loosely from his shoulders as Molly caps the swab in a sealed tube, placing it on a tray nearby - and only now does he realize her once petite hand now easily could wrap around his entire forearm. 

Riley found that he was now about 4 feet tall, give or take - and that Molly's ordinarily petite frame now towering over him, looming above him from Riley's vantage. He blinked up at her, the ceiling lights starting to swim and twist, the whole world seeming as if viewed through a fisheye lens. He moves his head, and even the slightest motion elicits a bizarre sensation- almost like being on a rickety rollercoaster, dizzy and unstable. Molly reaches out a hand to steady him, a large palm cupping warmly around much more of his shoulder and back than it had before. "Whoah there, take it easy, tiger! No sudden moves, yeah?" She says, concern mixing with amusement at Riley's pitiable state, swaying precariously. "Feeling a little loopy?" She asks, in a voice that almost sounded coddling, earning a glance of quiet disapproval from her supervisor. Riley can only manage a soft, dazed nod, blinking sluggishly and letting his gaze wander a little- finding himself much closer than before, looking up into her large hazel eyes, his field of view consumed by her slender features, freckles dotting her cheeks like paint specks on a canvas.

"You're doing just fine, Riley!" Molly beams, before clearing her throat, nodding over his head at doctor Hines. "Well, Dr. Hines- shall I continue with the procedure outline?" Molly asks, awaiting confirmation. Natalie simply scrawls something out on her clipboard - not even bothering to look up- "go ahead." Her clipped tone confirms, a sharp contrast to Molly's upbeat pep. Molly puts a hand on Riley's back- finding his diminutive form nestled easily in the palm of her now much larger hand. "Right-!" Molly says, and rolls the instrument cart over with her other hand, retrieving a glass vial. She proceeds to sanitize her hands while speaking to Dr. Hines as if Riley weren't even present, sliding on a pair of tight blue nitrile gloves. "As outlined in my report, the miniaturization process consists of three major stages - Stage one is the injection of compound SK90, which has already been completed on the Subject - resulting in the partial loss in stature you observed when you arrived." Molly says, glancing over at her supervisor expectantly. Her tone and demeanor were quite different than when Riley had been alone with her - she stood up straighter, seemed more tense. Doctor Hines simply nodded curtly, pen scrawling away, expression neutral, flaxen hair perfectly straight, not a strand out of place.

Molly continues after the brief pause, retrieving a small unmarked tube from the instrument cart. "Stage two involves an anabolic reagent designed specifically for maximizing compression ratios, increasing compound efficiency, and accelerating the subject's miniaturization process through the rapid removal of the newly unnecessary structural components - as well as ensuring the integrity and dimensional stability of the Subject's new form." Molly continues, unscrewing the cap and squeezing the clear contents into one gloved palm. "Excess mass will be exuded primarily through exhalation during stage 2 - since the subject no longer requires the bulk of their musculoskeletal structure, the reagent administered in stage 2 will target these structures particular. However, the subject's internal organs and vascular systems will remain relatively intact during this process, as the reagent does not interact with necessary biological tissue." Molly adds, slicking her palm thoroughly, re-capping and replacing the tube back on the cart.

Riley felt the shift in tone and conduct more so than any of the words - his newly addled brain host to all manner of experimental compounds, it almost felt as though he were watching a film of events unfolding in another language. Molly paused briefly, and then wordlessly slid her hand between Riley's legs, grasping him firmly- the cool slickness of the gel against his genitals startling him a little, eliciting a sharp, short intake of breath, Molly's other hand laying flat across his back, gently but firmly holding him still. "Go ahead and stay still for me, thank you-" Molly briefly addresses Riley before returning her attention to Dr. Hines - "In stage three, the subject's mass would ideally be compacted to the desired form factor taken from patient measurements mechanically , using an adapted compression apparatus, which unfortunately is in need of repairs." Molly says, sliding her now slick palm back and forth against Riley's slowly stiffening shaft, coaxing out his erection without even acknowledging him, treating his steadily hardening manhood like a mechanical component.

Riley felt the shift in Molly’s tone and conduct more so than he understood any of her words - his recently addled brain now host to all manner of new compounds and chemicals - it almost felt as though he were watching a film of the events unfolding in a foreign language. Molly paused briefly, and then wordlessly, methodically - she slid her hand between Riley's legs, grasping him firmly beneath the hospital-style gown, the cool slickness of the gel against his genitals startling him a little, eliciting a sharp, short intake of breath, Molly's other hand laying flat across his back and shoulders; carefully but firmly holding him in place. "Go ahead and stay still for me, thank you -" Molly briefly addresses Riley before returning her attention to Dr. Hines - "In stage three, the subject's mass would ideally be compacted mechanically  to the desired form factor taken from patient measurements, using an adapted compression apparatus of my own design - which unfortunately, is currently in need repairs." Molly says, sliding her slick gloved hand back and forth against Riley's slowly stiffening shaft, coaxing out an erection without offering him even the barest acknowledgement, treating his steadily hardening manhood like a component of a machine she was working on.

Dr Hines taps her pen on the clipboard pointedly. "Yes - Quite a roadblock for your proposal, is it not?" Dr. Hines notes, glancing up from behind her horn-rimmed glasses. Molly nods, struggling a little to keep a collected demeanor, her grip unconsciously tightening uncomfortably hard around Riley's cock as she stammers a little- "Yes, but, um- well, I have sourced an alternate solution - that I feel will be perfectly sufficient!" Riley bucks forwards, wincing and bringing his hands towards his groin at the sensation, impaired. Molly firmly re-adjusts him onto the bench - "Hey, hey - please keep your hands flat on the mat, okay?" She says, hurriedly, speaking as if she were correcting a child. Riley makes a feeble, pathetic noise, finding his arms no match for the assistant's corrections, arranging his now quite little palms splayed flat again on the bench. "I uh- as outlined in section three, part two-a, my proposed alternate solution utilizes my body's approximate size and shape factors- following administration of the appropriate reagents, to serve as a suitable ersatz compression chamber." Molly continues, her hand pumping at Riley's cock with a detached, clinical rhythm as she speaks past his squirming figure. "That is to say - I happen to share similar dimensions, as well as a a shoe size, with the patient!" Molly grins, and Riley is able to pierce the scientific jargon long enough to form a coherent thought. "I- you- what? I don’t… Molly!" He manages, panting softly, a flush spreading across his chest and face as Molly casually pumps his cock, speaking past him as if he wasn't even there, her clinical terminology glazing over his clouded mind- a dark, sinking feeling settling in his stomach, eyes darting between Dr. Hines stoic gaze and Molly's polite, enthusiastic face- not knowing which was worse, but desperately wanting some kind of confirmation or clarification.

Natalie simply nods, flicking over a page. "Fortunate indeed. You know - we do value resourcefulness of that sort." Dr Hines remarks - the barest hint of approval creeping into her tone. "I'm quite certain that nobody would have held it against you, if you put a hold on testing until the repairs were complete." She remarks, tapping her pen against her bottom lip.

Molly shrugs a little, smiling widely. "Well, we're here for results! And, y'know - I've put so much into this formula, and my proposal, and it would have killed me if I had missed the chance to - ah -" She glances down at Riley, seemingly only noticing him again as he quivers beneath her grip, a red tinge beginning to spread across his cheeks, a soft whimper of confused protest leaving his lips as she stroked him relentlessly - "Ah - I need you to tell me when you feel yourself approaching climax, okay -?" She says, the wet sounds of her gloved hand sliding mechanically up and down his cock filling the silence between words as she turns immediately back to Dr Hines. "-if I missed this chance to prove my formulation can work, that is!" She finishes, cheerily, her other hand absentmindedly pressing down on Riley's back, the casual display of force keeping him pinned effectively to the examination table . Natalie nods, a ghost of a smile appearing momentarily on her otherwise icy demeanor. "Proactive initiative is commendable, Ms Wade." She remarks, scribbling a few lines onto her clipboard.

Molly was visibly enthused - her hand starting to move faster. "Thank you, Dr Hines! I've just really been putting my all into this - the trial phases have gone so well, and I feel confident in the dosages, and the reagents, and, ah-" She looks down at Riley, a pitiable little sight - his manhood leaking pr-ejaculate against the lip of the plastic test vial. "Oh- sorry, one moment, Doctor-" Molly addresses her supervisor, pressing the open end of the vial against his tip, just in time for him to twitch and release, her labcoat-covered arm pinning him firmly down against the paper-covered exam table, absorbing his half-hearted attempt to buck, a breathless gasp exiting his lips- his cock pulsating weakly into the mouth of the vial, depositing a steady stream into the clear vessel. Molly holds tilts vial upright, preventing spillage. "And- there we are! Doesn't that feel better?" She says, wiping down the slit of his cockhead with disposable cloth and flipping the gown back down over Riley's thighs, releasing him, his exhausted, drooping manhood hanging freely, barely covered by the thin white fabric, trembling, flushed red with embarrassment and exertion. He hadn't even been able to help himself - despite the confusion, the fear, the uncertainty - he had nearly filled the entire sample vial in spite of himself. He shivered a little, face flushed red - unable to resist his biological urges even at the extremes. He doesn't respond- but Molly seems content anyway, placing the vial aside with the rest, his pearlescent emissions swirling inside. Dr. Hines finally sets her clipboard aside, tapping the vial with her pen. "Commendable work, Ms. Wade. However-" She stands up, and plucks the vial from the padded tray with one hand, her heels clacking loudly on the tile as she moves to the exit. "This sample is unviable - you've collected too large a portion of the subject's Cowper's fluid along with the ejaculate. An... understandable oversight, yes?" She says, and drops the vial into a biohazard disposal bin on the wall, turning and locking eyes with the flustered, beet-red Molly - closing the door before she could speak further, leaving Riley alone with Molly once more.

Molly takes a deep breath, visibly deflating- her persistent grin slipping a bit as Dr Hines leaves the room. Her face betrays an inner frustration and disappointment, furrowing her brow and puffing out her cheeks, letting loose a strained, heavy sigh. "Dammit- Molls, one step forward and two steps back- !" She huffs, and paces, her Converse squeaking on the tile. She takes a second, taking a few deep breaths, and exhales heavily, slapping her cheeks a few times- putting a determined smile back on her face and pivoting towards Riley, pulling off her gloves and disposing of them n the cart's bin. She jumps a little in place, shaking her shoulders loose, and then reaches for another pair.

Sanitizing her hands once more, she pulls them on, mumbling a little bit to herself - Riley could sense she was upset, but struggled to process the happenings that had occurred as Molly flips through a clipboard. She turns on a heel to look at him, a little red-faced but still pleasant. "You did really good, bud- okay? But, I've got good news, and bad news." She says, taking a deep breath. "So- bad news first, Dr Hines - rightfully so, you know- runs a right ship protocol wise! So, um-" She clasps her hands together, thumbs pointed forwards, leaning her body forwards a bit, tilting her head down and looking at him, sheepishly. "So, the bad news is, since that last sample was compromised, we have to get another - and we're on a very tight timeline for the experiment phases - but I know you're a great subject, and we can get past this!" She says, beaming. "The good news is, according to your chart data here - you should theoretically have a short and sweet refractory period!" She says, reaching for the tube of lubricant she had grabbed moments prior and uncapping it. "Now, I know you're gonna be a little sensitive - and I'm really sorry about this, I appreciate how flexible you're being about all this, okay-? This stuff is cold, ah -" She says conversationally.

Riley scoots back on the paper- covered table. "M-molly, wait, I can't - I literally just - " He says, finding his brain still struggling mightily to process, much less act or comprehend- his diminished size making it hard for him to move too far back. Molly shakes her head apologetically. "I know, buddy, I know, it sucks, right? But we're on such a tight schedule, and we have to- ah- no- don't lean back, okay, Riley? Palms flat on the table, remember?" She says, and cups a hand behind the small of his back, broad enough to cover most of the reduced Subject's back - scooting him back to the edge so his feet dangle and his groin is easily accessible. "There you go, thank you." She says, primly, and squirts a generous dollop onto her hand. Riley gives an involuntary shudder at the cold sensation of the slick substance against his hyper-sensitive cock, an audible whimper leaving his lips despite himself, leaning his head back, feeling utterly humiliated. Molly clicks her tongue apologetically, spreading the thick lubricant deftly and thoroughly along his shaft with one blue-gloved hand, forming a loose ring around the base and squeezing her fist up the length a few times, Riley wincing at the intense overstimulation. "Sorry buddy, I know it doesn't feel too good- but we need to get this done real fast, okay?" She explains, her clinical detachment from his state and his person showing plainly on her face, seemingly distracted from his pitiable protests by her sense of urgency mingling with her self-chastising at her mistake. "It's my fault, 100 percent - I obviously knew better, C'mon, Molls..." She says, quickly veering into talking more to herself as she focuses on stroking him back to full erection, tugging a bit less delicately than before- clearly trying her best to expedite the process as much as possible, Riley quivering and yelping beneath her grip. "No, Molly - it's t-too much, I -" He gasps, the sensation like icy electricity on his glans.

"Shh, shh - sit down, Riley." Molly admonishes, pressing down firmly with her free hand, forcing him down. "God, I should have known better - I DID know better, honestly- " Molly mutters, her hand working faster, rougher - in her own world now, continuing her self-recrimination without noticing or acknowledging Riley's desperate protestations and pleading beneath her grip. Her strokes begin becoming in sync with the words, squeezing more tightly- his shaft slick and glistening. "But did Molly know better? Nooo, no, not Molls, Molls is ditzy and clumsy, Molls misses the sample bin, Molls can't get simple paperwork right-" Riley shudders and twitches, the merciless pace overwhelming him, biting his lip and starting to tear up a bit. He grabs at Molly's moving wrist with both miniaturized hands, and she snaps ever-so-slightly at him. "Hey- Hey! I said hands flat. Okay, Riley? Flat like this." She places his hands firmly, just shy of roughly - on the paper once more, and resumes tirelessly milking his cock. "If I had just done it right the first time, then none of this would be an issue, and-" She mutters, continuing, her firm, rapid pumps showing no mercy, not seeming aware or present enough to notice the subject's desperate noises- eyes fixed forward, focused, jaw set tight, the occasional taut laugh and head shake at her own apparent foolishness and ineptitude intermittently punctuating her words. Molly holds another vial at the ready, and despite his hypersensitive state, Riley feels a deep, building pressure, building against his every conscious thought. He tries his best to resist, writhing and bucking futilely under her firm, resolute grip, stammering and whimpering. He gasps and bites his lip, breathing erratically, Molly barely noticing his vocalizations, still muttering her self-recriminations. Her unflagging strokes maintain an uninterrupted pace, her slick, gloved fist sliding easily along his hyper-sensitive shaft, ignoring his gasps and pleads, and she pressed him down against the bed. "Riley, come on - we're on a tight deadline here, I need you to give me one more, buddy- come ON, let's go-" She presses, her grip shifting, gloved thumb and forefinger encircling the crown- and he leaks pre-ejaculate in spite of his wishes. "That's right, get that out of the way- " Molly mutters to herself, and swabs the fluid away with hyper-focused care, watching intently - until he cannot hold back any longer. Riley arches his back, grunting loudly - spurting a weak stream into the open vial, toes curling, unable to resist her relentless assault. Molly squeezes the remaining fluid out as if he were a tube of toothpaste, ensuring not a single drop was left uncollected- and swiftly removes the vial from the tip, capping it and replacing it in the padded tray beside the exam table. She breathes a visible sigh of relief, yanking off one glove with her teeth, a faint sheen of sweat visible on her forehead as she runs her fingers through her hair. "Phew- okay, yeah- that's, alright- that should be good, yeah?" She mumbles, tossing the gloves into a nearby bin. Riley slumps forward, his member achingly sore and limp, letting out a soft, helpless noise - trembling and exhausted. Molly regains a degree of her former warmth as she notices his pitiable state - scooting a stool closer and helping him up lightly.

"Oh, buddy- ah, yeah- gosh, I'm really sorry about all that - just a little bump in the road, huh? Sacrifices for the good of human knowledge - " She muses, retrieving a sanitary wet-wipe, cleaning him gently. Riley lets out a pained noise, any sensation still overwhelming. Groaning softly, his head laying flat against the mat, cheek against the table, feeling absolutely mortified and embarrassed with himself.

Molly collects herself, tidying up the station and seeming to regain some of her composure as Riley stews in his newfound shame. She gathers the samples, depositing them in a padded protective case- setting it aside, and writing some notes onto Riley's chart. "Okay, well- that should just about do it for the first stage, Riley!" Molly remarks, chipper as ever. "Are you ready for stage two?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Great!"