Out of the Cleavage
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 18
by
Bobob1
While you suffered, Yakima shot a small glare at your sister, quickly identifying her as the source of whatever foreign object was currently getting chewed up within her bosom. She didn’t want to start something when your mother had been kind enough to let her stay, but she wasn’t a huge fan of people making fun of, or having fun with, her bountiful chest. “That wasn’t very nice.”
Sarah chuckled in response, though she did do her best to smile apologetically as well, all too aware of the harsh glare she was receiving from your mother for that ‘prank’. “Sorry, sorry. I just couldn’t resist. It won’t happen again I promise.” The black-haired girl very purposely failed to reveal what exactly she had thrown in there, feeling it was still too soon for you to be rescued.
Yakima sighed but decided to drop it, shifting uncomfortably for a moment before reaching in to her own cleavage to retrieve whatever the younger girl had thrown. You could do nothing to resist as her probing fingers pressed you into her right breast, skittering over your malleable form for a moment before finally getting a grip on your left arm. The moist flesh of her cleavage was reluctant to let you go but you eventually peeled off with a wet slurp as you were brought into the light.
Blushing at being made to dive into her own cleavage like that, Yakima started in confusion at the object that emerged. It looked almost like a little human, though it was a bit squished and flattened at the moment. Her fingers had apparently grasped it by the arm and it now hung listlessly from her hand, its residual momentum making it look almost like it was trying to struggle against her hold. Whatever this strange little doll was made of was apparently pliant since it was slowly inflating back into a more three dimensional form, practically vibrating in her hand as it did so.
Yakima’s blush however had nothing on Kim’s as the shorter girl recognised her tiny boyfriend. “Oh, um… um… that’s Ben. He’s my… no. I mean he’s Ms Mary’s…” She sighed and tried to gather her thoughts as she was met with her sister’s raised eyebrow, neither paying attention to your renewed struggles as you finally managed to regain some sense of equilibrium out of your reforming body.
The Asian girl was saved from having to explain further as Mary stepped forward to retrieve you from her guest, her hand closing around your chest and gently pulling you from Yakima’s grasp as she tried for a proper introduction. “I’m sorry about that Yakima. I’ll give Sarah a proper talking to later.” She shot a quick glare at her eldest, who at least had the decency to look guilty. “Also, this is Ben, my son.” She held you up and shook you slightly for emphasis, unintentionally shaking your legs and head around like a ragdoll, while her grip was again restricting your capacity to talk. “He was born tiny unfortunately, but he’s a resilient kid and we make do. Please be careful around him.” Receiving a confused nod from her the bodacious girl, your mother nodded in satisfaction, and held you out for Claire to grab, figuring you’d be safest for the moment with your less mischievous sister.
Yakima shot a look at Kim, who interpreted it as a question over her earlier stuttering and just shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. The twenty-two year old still wasn’t quite sure what these people were talking about, but decided to let it go for now. “That’s alright, I’m… used to it by now.” She sighed, folding one arm across her chest with some difficulty. “I do not wish to be rude but, it’s been a long trip. Would it be too much trouble if I could be shown to my room now?”
“Oh, of course.” Mary smiled pleasantly as she led the way to the stairs, but paused and frowned for a moment as she remembered a detail she had neglected to mention before. “Ah but, we are a little short of rooms at the moment, so to make sure we can all fit I’m going to…”
Sarah chuckled in response, though she did do her best to smile apologetically as well, all too aware of the harsh glare she was receiving from your mother for that ‘prank’. “Sorry, sorry. I just couldn’t resist. It won’t happen again I promise.” The black-haired girl very purposely failed to reveal what exactly she had thrown in there, feeling it was still too soon for you to be rescued.
Yakima sighed but decided to drop it, shifting uncomfortably for a moment before reaching in to her own cleavage to retrieve whatever the younger girl had thrown. You could do nothing to resist as her probing fingers pressed you into her right breast, skittering over your malleable form for a moment before finally getting a grip on your left arm. The moist flesh of her cleavage was reluctant to let you go but you eventually peeled off with a wet slurp as you were brought into the light.
Blushing at being made to dive into her own cleavage like that, Yakima started in confusion at the object that emerged. It looked almost like a little human, though it was a bit squished and flattened at the moment. Her fingers had apparently grasped it by the arm and it now hung listlessly from her hand, its residual momentum making it look almost like it was trying to struggle against her hold. Whatever this strange little doll was made of was apparently pliant since it was slowly inflating back into a more three dimensional form, practically vibrating in her hand as it did so.
Yakima’s blush however had nothing on Kim’s as the shorter girl recognised her tiny boyfriend. “Oh, um… um… that’s Ben. He’s my… no. I mean he’s Ms Mary’s…” She sighed and tried to gather her thoughts as she was met with her sister’s raised eyebrow, neither paying attention to your renewed struggles as you finally managed to regain some sense of equilibrium out of your reforming body.
The Asian girl was saved from having to explain further as Mary stepped forward to retrieve you from her guest, her hand closing around your chest and gently pulling you from Yakima’s grasp as she tried for a proper introduction. “I’m sorry about that Yakima. I’ll give Sarah a proper talking to later.” She shot a quick glare at her eldest, who at least had the decency to look guilty. “Also, this is Ben, my son.” She held you up and shook you slightly for emphasis, unintentionally shaking your legs and head around like a ragdoll, while her grip was again restricting your capacity to talk. “He was born tiny unfortunately, but he’s a resilient kid and we make do. Please be careful around him.” Receiving a confused nod from her the bodacious girl, your mother nodded in satisfaction, and held you out for Claire to grab, figuring you’d be safest for the moment with your less mischievous sister.
Yakima shot a look at Kim, who interpreted it as a question over her earlier stuttering and just shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. The twenty-two year old still wasn’t quite sure what these people were talking about, but decided to let it go for now. “That’s alright, I’m… used to it by now.” She sighed, folding one arm across her chest with some difficulty. “I do not wish to be rude but, it’s been a long trip. Would it be too much trouble if I could be shown to my room now?”
“Oh, of course.” Mary smiled pleasantly as she led the way to the stairs, but paused and frowned for a moment as she remembered a detail she had neglected to mention before. “Ah but, we are a little short of rooms at the moment, so to make sure we can all fit I’m going to…”
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April 23, 2025
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