Laurel Lance had dropped by the foundry to talk to Oliver about something regarding Tommy and the club. But she couldn't find him anywhere, unaware that he was currently out on a mission as the Hood vigilante.
She remembered him hanging out in the back of the shop, rounding the corner to see if Oliver was in the storage house or working on the VIP room.
"What's this door?" Laurel muttered, noticing a mostly concealed door towards the back of the club.
Fortunately, it was cracked open, allowing her free access to Oliver's secret lair. Obviously, someone, Felicity, hadn't taken care to fully close the door.
"Oliver, are you down there?" Laurel called down the stairwell. Looking for a light switch as she descended the steps one by one.
Unfortunately, she got too far down before she could find one, activating the new security system Felicity had just installed. Blinding Laurel in a flash of light, dulling her reaction speed to a laser that shot her in the back from her blind spot, instantly rendering her unconscious.
-20 minutes late-
"Ugh, what the hell..." Laurel said, rubbing her head as she sat up on.... an unusually warm surface.
Laurel shook herself out of a daze, looking up to get a better grip on her surroundings, her eyes wide at the sight of two gigantic blue eyes staring her down through a thick glass barrier.
"Ahh, what the fuck is that? Get away. Get away! Don't touch me, you monster!" Laurel yelled in a panic, unable to comprehend the fact that she was looking into the eyes of another human being, only on a much larger scale.
"What are you doing here, Laurel?!" Felicity asked. "You can't come down here!" she panicked, potentially more frightened than even Laurel in this situation. She'd just shrunk Oliver's ex-girlfriend!
"Wait, you're Oliver's tech girl! What happened to me? And what is this place?" Laurel asked, looking around the downstairs warehouse.
Felicity knew she couldn't tell Laurel the truth about Oliver. She needed to lie, fast. "Uhhh, this is the... Queen Consolidated's... Top Secret R and D lab!" Felicity lied. "Yeah. We work on secret tech here. Like, shrink rays! But uhh... Don't tell anyone."
"You built a shrink ray? Why the hell is this in the Verdant Club basement?" Laurel asked.
"To protect against... Corporate espionage!" Felicity said, sounding excited at first, then trying to act casual about it. She can't let herself get excited whenever she makes up a lie.
As Laurel processed this, Felicity's mind was racing. What would Oliver think when he found out that she shrunk his ex-girlfriend? Would he be angry? Would he think that she had been jealous of Laurel and shrunken her to eliminate the competition!?
"Well can you grow me ba-" Laurel started.
"Felicity! Is everything ok? I saw the alarm got tripped." Oliver's voice shouted from the top of the stairs. He was coming down the steps fast and would soon be in a position to see Laurel.
Felicity practically yelped, then panicked, knowing she had to hide Laurel. Oliver couldn't know she had messed up. She quickly closed her fist around Laurel and shoved her in the first place she thought of: her cleavage.
"What the fuck! What do you think you doi-ahhh!" Laurel yelled as she fell between Felicity's tits, bouncing between the nerdy girl's hills, surprised that they could support her weight even at this size. Her boobs weren't that small, but she was still a B-cup, driving home just how small Laurel was now as she spun around to talk to Oliver, pummeling the tiny lawyer between her giant boobs as they jostled inside her bra.
"Everything ok, Felicity? You look a little tense." Oliver said.
"Don't worry about her! Worry about me!" Laurel thought, struggling against the blonde's giant tits.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing out of the ordinary here." Felicity said, trying to subtly lean forward onto the desk, letting her boobs compress around the squirming attorney. Unfortunately, Felicity didn't do subtle well.
She couldn't really defend her reasoning for doing this, worried that Laurel's movements might have alerted Oliver to her position between her tits.
"Oh, well. Okay then. I'm heading out for the night. I have a meeting with Frank Wellner to keep. We need to have a very pointed conversation with one another." Oliver announced, grabbing his bow and hood, while Felicity kept Laurel pinned against the desk, glad that he didn't say anything to reveal his identity as the hood, taking the side exit out of the foundry.
"Sorry about that," Felicity said, talking down to her tits. She couldn't see Laurel, but she could feel her wiggling in there, "I can't let Oliver know I accidentally shrunk his ex-girlfriend. I'd definitely get fired. We'll figure something out though, don't worry." Felicity said, reaching into her cleavage to fish out the shrunken woman.
"Are you an idiot or something? I could have suffocated down there, you giant bitch!" Laurel yelled, furiously pointing her finger at the gigantic blonde as she swung from the end of her fingertips.
What does Laurel do next?
1. Laurel bites Felicity's finger, causing the giant blonde to give Laurel a time out between her butt cheeks while she studies regrowing her.
2. Laurel forgives Felicity for now, trying to move past it thinking she was done with Felicity's breasts. Unfortunately, Felicity still needs to hide her in public. And since her cleavage had already proven itself as an effective hiding place, that's were Laurel is going on their way to Queen Consolidated's actual R&D facility.
3. Laurel squeezes out of her jacket, falling onto the floor below Felicity's chair, desperate to escape the giant blonde, forcing Felicity to chase her around the foundry.
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