Unmoving
VG Shrink
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
olimarnite
The minutes of searching dragged into hours as Peach and Frankly sat in relative silence, scanning through the stack of old books. Nothing seemed to jump out at either of them, and Peach's worries about the safety of Mario and Goombella only continued to get worse. She had long since eaten the food that she had brought over, and it was getting to be the mid-afternoon.
"Professor..." she mumbled, closing another book and staring down at the table.
"Yes, princess?" Frankly answered, sounding only half-awake.
"It's been almost a whole day since Mario and Goombella vanished," Peach said.
"We'll just have to keep hoping that they're alright, princess. There's not much else we can do until we find some information that might help us."
Mario and Goombella were, of course, in one of the safest positions they had yet discovered since their shrinking. However, neither were feeling particularly good about the situation, as they both sat still, no longer making any effort to escape from Peach's cleavage. Her breasts were like massive soft mountains, holding both of them firmly in place, and they were completely unable to escape. Both had gotten some very uncomfortable sleep in their prison, but it did very little to improve their moods. It wasn't until the late afternoon that Peach finally stood up to leave Frankly's house. Her rhythmic movements jostled the two of them back and forth slightly, but they still didn't have any chance to escape.
Peach sat on the edge of her bed, back in the hotel. Her mind was still filled with worry; neither she nor Frankly had been able to find anything even remotely helpful in a full day's searching. She felt slightly better when she thought about all the dangers that Mario had survived in the past, but she wasn't completely confident, seeing as she still had no idea what had happened to her two friends. After thinking these things through for a while, she stood up again, and walked into the bathroom, hoping that a shower might clear her head. She started the water and removed her clothes.
"Whaa-!" Goombella yelped as the walls on either side of her lurched for the first time in the day. Unbeknownst to her, Peach had just removed her bra, causing her breasts to bounce as they were released. She found that she had a tiny bit more space to move, but still couldn't seem to pull herself free. Mario was experiencing the very same thing next to her. They felt their prison shifting, unaware that Peach was lowering herself into the bath. They suddenly became aware of this, however, as the narrow crevasse they were in suddenly began to fill with warm water. Finally, Peach's breasts separated just enough for both of them to escape, and a moment later, Mario and Goombella surfaced in the shifting bathwater.
"Another... bath...?" Goombella gasped, taking in several deep breaths of the steamy air. Mario looked around them. In front of him was Goombella, with the tops of Peach's breasts just out of the surface of the water behind her. Behind him, naturally, was Peach's head. The princess had her eyes closed as she hummed another relaxing tune.
"Should we... go to her-a face?" he asked, turning to Goombella.
"Anywhere other than her chest, Mario." the Goomba answered.
The two of them began to swim toward Peach's neckline in the shifting water. As they passed through her tangled hair, which floated gently on the surface, Peach stopped opened her eyes. Mario noticed that she looked rather nervous, and he could only guess that she was worried about his and Goombella's well-being. They reach her neck, and pulled themselves up toward her face using several loose hair strands.
"Hold on." Mario said, grabbing onto Goombella. He planted his legs firmly against Peach's shoulder, and jumped, still holding her hair. He swung the strands toward the princess's chin, and with another strong jump, he and Goombella landed safely on it.
"Think we'll be able to get her attention?" Goombella asked, looking up at the massive face in front of them.
"It's-a worth a shot." Mario answered.
Of course, Mario and Goombella, it seemed, were not allowed to be lucky. Just as they had been nearing the upper half of Peach's face, the princess shifted her shoulders back and leaned forward, sitting up in the water. If she hadn't been thinking to herself, she might have heard two tiny yells from just in front of her. She reached for the bar of soap.
Mario and Goombella, yet again, crashed down onto Peach's breasts. They slid along the wet skin, still yelling in a combination of frustration and terror.
"Grab it! Grab iiiiiit!" Goombella shrieked as they neared Peach's nipple. Both of them gave a tremendous push toward it, grabbing a shaky hold on the wet surface.
"She's-a going to clean herself off now..." Mario said, struggling to maintain his hold.
Goombella grunted loudly, pulling herself onto the top of the nipple. "Trust me. The princess's nipple is NOT the place we want to be right now." she said, pulling Mario up.
"But, we can't-a get to anywhere else!" Mario replied, watching Peach's hand as it ran the soap over her torso.
"I know," Goombella said, "we're just gonna have to hope that we can hold on."
Peach's hands were now both running along her skin, layering soap onto her body. As she ran them over the surfaces of her breasts, Mario and Goombella raced for the impact.
"Professor..." she mumbled, closing another book and staring down at the table.
"Yes, princess?" Frankly answered, sounding only half-awake.
"It's been almost a whole day since Mario and Goombella vanished," Peach said.
"We'll just have to keep hoping that they're alright, princess. There's not much else we can do until we find some information that might help us."
Mario and Goombella were, of course, in one of the safest positions they had yet discovered since their shrinking. However, neither were feeling particularly good about the situation, as they both sat still, no longer making any effort to escape from Peach's cleavage. Her breasts were like massive soft mountains, holding both of them firmly in place, and they were completely unable to escape. Both had gotten some very uncomfortable sleep in their prison, but it did very little to improve their moods. It wasn't until the late afternoon that Peach finally stood up to leave Frankly's house. Her rhythmic movements jostled the two of them back and forth slightly, but they still didn't have any chance to escape.
Peach sat on the edge of her bed, back in the hotel. Her mind was still filled with worry; neither she nor Frankly had been able to find anything even remotely helpful in a full day's searching. She felt slightly better when she thought about all the dangers that Mario had survived in the past, but she wasn't completely confident, seeing as she still had no idea what had happened to her two friends. After thinking these things through for a while, she stood up again, and walked into the bathroom, hoping that a shower might clear her head. She started the water and removed her clothes.
"Whaa-!" Goombella yelped as the walls on either side of her lurched for the first time in the day. Unbeknownst to her, Peach had just removed her bra, causing her breasts to bounce as they were released. She found that she had a tiny bit more space to move, but still couldn't seem to pull herself free. Mario was experiencing the very same thing next to her. They felt their prison shifting, unaware that Peach was lowering herself into the bath. They suddenly became aware of this, however, as the narrow crevasse they were in suddenly began to fill with warm water. Finally, Peach's breasts separated just enough for both of them to escape, and a moment later, Mario and Goombella surfaced in the shifting bathwater.
"Another... bath...?" Goombella gasped, taking in several deep breaths of the steamy air. Mario looked around them. In front of him was Goombella, with the tops of Peach's breasts just out of the surface of the water behind her. Behind him, naturally, was Peach's head. The princess had her eyes closed as she hummed another relaxing tune.
"Should we... go to her-a face?" he asked, turning to Goombella.
"Anywhere other than her chest, Mario." the Goomba answered.
The two of them began to swim toward Peach's neckline in the shifting water. As they passed through her tangled hair, which floated gently on the surface, Peach stopped opened her eyes. Mario noticed that she looked rather nervous, and he could only guess that she was worried about his and Goombella's well-being. They reach her neck, and pulled themselves up toward her face using several loose hair strands.
"Hold on." Mario said, grabbing onto Goombella. He planted his legs firmly against Peach's shoulder, and jumped, still holding her hair. He swung the strands toward the princess's chin, and with another strong jump, he and Goombella landed safely on it.
"Think we'll be able to get her attention?" Goombella asked, looking up at the massive face in front of them.
"It's-a worth a shot." Mario answered.
Of course, Mario and Goombella, it seemed, were not allowed to be lucky. Just as they had been nearing the upper half of Peach's face, the princess shifted her shoulders back and leaned forward, sitting up in the water. If she hadn't been thinking to herself, she might have heard two tiny yells from just in front of her. She reached for the bar of soap.
Mario and Goombella, yet again, crashed down onto Peach's breasts. They slid along the wet skin, still yelling in a combination of frustration and terror.
"Grab it! Grab iiiiiit!" Goombella shrieked as they neared Peach's nipple. Both of them gave a tremendous push toward it, grabbing a shaky hold on the wet surface.
"She's-a going to clean herself off now..." Mario said, struggling to maintain his hold.
Goombella grunted loudly, pulling herself onto the top of the nipple. "Trust me. The princess's nipple is NOT the place we want to be right now." she said, pulling Mario up.
"But, we can't-a get to anywhere else!" Mario replied, watching Peach's hand as it ran the soap over her torso.
"I know," Goombella said, "we're just gonna have to hope that we can hold on."
Peach's hands were now both running along her skin, layering soap onto her body. As she ran them over the surfaces of her breasts, Mario and Goombella raced for the impact.
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