Yakima's new boyfriend
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
*Written on request*
Heh, if nothing else Yakima was confident that she wouldn't ever lose out in a contest of looks. Sure, she didn't have much experience dating anybody (she'd broken up with her last boyfriend over two years ago, and while he'd seemed alright at first, in the end he'd been nothing more than a pig dating her for her body.)
At least he never tried anything funny with her. That was the one good thing Yakima could say about him.
Not like little Ben. Yakima picked you up once again, holding in her hands gently as she studied you intently. You couldn't help but blush under her scrutiny. Wow... words really didn't do it justice when it came to describing just how beautiful she was...
"So cute..." Yakima trailed off faintly. You gulped. The tone of voice she'd said that with had been... almost sensual? The room was starting to feel a little hot to you...
Yakima lowered you away from her face, gently placing you onto her torso. The angle Yakima's body was at due to being propped up somewhat on the bed meant that the 'ground' you were standing on wasn't level, and thanks to the awkward angle between you and Yakima, you couldn't see her face (just her chin, unless she craned her neck down to look at you.) You heard a loud giggle from Yakima, that sent faint ripples across the ground you were standing on, before one long, slender finger came up and prodded you, gently but with enough force to knock your diminutive form over. You went tumbling backwards and rolled a few times before coming to a stop against an impossibly huge mountain of bulk.
Even when she was seated, Yakima's sturdy bra did its job excellently, keeping her colossal breasts supported and preventing them from sagging at all. This caused her to have an enormous shelf of soft, supple flesh ballooning out from the rest of her torso, two twin mountains of flesh- one of which was now serving as a heavenly cushion for you.
"Aww, you look so adorable like that! Look at you, snuggled up to my big boobs!" Yakima cooed, unable to contain her glee. You really did look super cute like that. Now both of them had soft pillows to recline on- Yakima had the pillows on the bed, and you had Yakima's own 'pillows."
"Hee hee... how do they feel, little guy? They aren't just super huge; they're pillow soft as well!"
Your face was bright red now, while you and Victoria had flirted a bit you'd never done anything on this level. And definitely not with anybody with a body as... outrageous as Yakima's. Words failed you, and you were left floundering as you attempted to form a coherent sentence with which to respond to Yakima.
Yakima paused. Maybe this was too much? Too forward of her? She'd never done this, using her body to play with a guy before... but somehow it felt right. Like it was coming naturally to her. In truth, she did feel a little bad for you because she was actively trying to steal you away from your current girlfriend... but Yakima was determined to see this through to the end! She wasn't going to pass up on the chance to make this cute little guy hers!
She wanted a boyfriend who would be all hers! Who wouldn't ever think of her as just a piece of meat to be ogled!
No, even if Yakima felt a little bad for you, it wasn't going to deter her at all. If anything, it instilled further confidence in her. After she was done seducing you, making sure that you didn't have any second thoughts about trying to get away from her and back to whoever you'd been with before she showed up... well, she'd dote on you. There was no other way she could say it. As both a reward and consolation from her, she'd dote on and cuddle you for as long as you wanted!
"Um... they are. Actually... they're uh, a lot softer than any pillow I've ever had," You finally managed to make a complete and coherent sentence. Pity you were still talking about her boobs. Though given the situation (and Yakima's seeming insistence on making them the center of your attention) it was hard to think of anything else.
"I'm glad to hear that! It's about time they were good for something other than helping my modeling career. Well, Ben. I have a proposition for you. If you agree to be my boyfriend, I'll let you play in them for as long as you like!" Yakima was sure that would seal the deal. Ben, as cute as he was, was a teenage boy- and if Yakima remembered anything about the boy's she'd known (mostly in passing) back in high school, it was that they had been obsessed with her breasts.
"Um... sorry... I can't."
What, really? Wow, either Ben had more self-control than she thought, or he was just really loyal to his current girlfriend. That only impressed Yakima even more. She was under no illusions- she was what guys saw as the 'perfect catch.' The kind of girl to parade around as a trophy wife/girlfriend to make all their peers jealous. She had the body of a goddess, and she was damn proud of it (so long as everyone remembered her cardinal rule- look but don't touch.)
For you to be able to resist a knockout like her... well, that just cemented it in her mind. You were the one. If she swayed you to her side, she knew in her heart that you'd be loyal to her forever.
"Hmm... I don't think I heard right. Ben, if you become my boyfriend, I won't just let you play in my boobs whenever you want. You'll never have a softer pillow to sleep on. You'll never have to be worried about getting lost or stepped on- I'll carry you around in my bra whenever I travel and trust me- what goes in doesn't come out unless I take it out! My bra is literally the safest place in the world a tiny guy like you could be. What do you say, little guy?"
"I... I..." you flushed and stammered, unable to form a complete answer. Holy crap! Was this really happening? Yakima was so far out of your league it wasn't even funny. You were Ben, the guy who'd been born tiny, who was at risk of getting stepped on or sat on, and was even bullied by girls. But this... you'd literally had dreams that started like this (the kind you didn't tell your mom or sisters about.)
But... Victoria... You liked her, and she liked you. She was kind to you, she cared about you, she protected you...
But Yakima could do all of that and more...
You couldn't help but let that single treacherous thought into your head. You couldn't deny it. It was true after all- and this was a once in a lifetime chance. You'd been born tiny, and while you'd had a good, happy life it didn't change the fact that there were still moments where you felt like some kind of cosmic joke.
Why couldn't you take an offer like this when it was given to you? It seemed that by sending Yakima and her desires your way that the universe was offering a sort of apology for you being born so differently from everyone else.
"Hmm... you look like you're deep in thought, Ben! But I didn't hear a 'no.' I think you need a little more convincing!" Yakima cooed, pressing on you gently with one finger, exerting enough force that you were pushed into the huge, soft breast. The doughy flesh cocooned you as you were pressed into the breast, and for a single blissful moment your world was engulfed in the warm, soft bulk of the breast.
"Hee hee hee... it looks like my boob is trying to eat you up!" Yakima giggled, removing her finger. She couldn't press too firm- despite your words earlier she was worried that you might get hurt if she used too much force. But that didn't mean she was out of options...
"Okay, little guy. Let's see how you like this!" Yakima exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. You yelped in shock as the ground moved further and further away from you. Fortunately, Yakima's massive breasts were so huge and round that you didn't fall, instead remaining seated on the spongy flesh.
"Yakima-" You started to ask, before your sentence was cut off as Yakima tapped you on the back with enough force to knock you forward.
As you fell forwards, you were able to see that Yakima had slid a few fingers under the hem of her tank top and had tugged it forwards to create a pouch to catch you in.
Of course, once you fell in her breasts were so massive that they prevented you from falling down her torso. Yakima's tank top was fairly tight too, and once she let go the hem came snapping back and pressed you into her gargantuan bosom.
So now here you were, pinned between the clinging tank top and the enormous, bra covered breasts. The bra was keeping Yakima's breasts pressed together fairly tightly, preventing you from slipping into her cleavage once again, but the undergarment was lacy enough that you were able to grab onto the exterior. But before you could scale the bulging brassiere to freedom from Yakima's top...
Yakima hugged her own immense boobs tightly, squishing you into the soft fabric-covered flesh!
"Mmm... How's this? A nice, big hug from yours truly? I bet you've never been hugged like this before. Well, if you stay with me, I'll hold you like this as much as you want. You can be in my bra, between my boobs, holding onto the straps... whatever you want, I'll make it work. All you have to do is say that you'll be mine."
From down below, Yakima heard your voice emanate up from her rack. She couldn't quite hear everything, thanks to her huge boobs muffling your words, but she heard the important part- you agreed to be her boyfriend!
What next?
1. You want to get to know your new girlfriend. What's it like being a model?
2. You take Yakima up on her offer- you want her to keep using that divine rack of hers to play with you!
3. Reader's choice
Heh, if nothing else Yakima was confident that she wouldn't ever lose out in a contest of looks. Sure, she didn't have much experience dating anybody (she'd broken up with her last boyfriend over two years ago, and while he'd seemed alright at first, in the end he'd been nothing more than a pig dating her for her body.)
At least he never tried anything funny with her. That was the one good thing Yakima could say about him.
Not like little Ben. Yakima picked you up once again, holding in her hands gently as she studied you intently. You couldn't help but blush under her scrutiny. Wow... words really didn't do it justice when it came to describing just how beautiful she was...
"So cute..." Yakima trailed off faintly. You gulped. The tone of voice she'd said that with had been... almost sensual? The room was starting to feel a little hot to you...
Yakima lowered you away from her face, gently placing you onto her torso. The angle Yakima's body was at due to being propped up somewhat on the bed meant that the 'ground' you were standing on wasn't level, and thanks to the awkward angle between you and Yakima, you couldn't see her face (just her chin, unless she craned her neck down to look at you.) You heard a loud giggle from Yakima, that sent faint ripples across the ground you were standing on, before one long, slender finger came up and prodded you, gently but with enough force to knock your diminutive form over. You went tumbling backwards and rolled a few times before coming to a stop against an impossibly huge mountain of bulk.
Even when she was seated, Yakima's sturdy bra did its job excellently, keeping her colossal breasts supported and preventing them from sagging at all. This caused her to have an enormous shelf of soft, supple flesh ballooning out from the rest of her torso, two twin mountains of flesh- one of which was now serving as a heavenly cushion for you.
"Aww, you look so adorable like that! Look at you, snuggled up to my big boobs!" Yakima cooed, unable to contain her glee. You really did look super cute like that. Now both of them had soft pillows to recline on- Yakima had the pillows on the bed, and you had Yakima's own 'pillows."
"Hee hee... how do they feel, little guy? They aren't just super huge; they're pillow soft as well!"
Your face was bright red now, while you and Victoria had flirted a bit you'd never done anything on this level. And definitely not with anybody with a body as... outrageous as Yakima's. Words failed you, and you were left floundering as you attempted to form a coherent sentence with which to respond to Yakima.
Yakima paused. Maybe this was too much? Too forward of her? She'd never done this, using her body to play with a guy before... but somehow it felt right. Like it was coming naturally to her. In truth, she did feel a little bad for you because she was actively trying to steal you away from your current girlfriend... but Yakima was determined to see this through to the end! She wasn't going to pass up on the chance to make this cute little guy hers!
She wanted a boyfriend who would be all hers! Who wouldn't ever think of her as just a piece of meat to be ogled!
No, even if Yakima felt a little bad for you, it wasn't going to deter her at all. If anything, it instilled further confidence in her. After she was done seducing you, making sure that you didn't have any second thoughts about trying to get away from her and back to whoever you'd been with before she showed up... well, she'd dote on you. There was no other way she could say it. As both a reward and consolation from her, she'd dote on and cuddle you for as long as you wanted!
"Um... they are. Actually... they're uh, a lot softer than any pillow I've ever had," You finally managed to make a complete and coherent sentence. Pity you were still talking about her boobs. Though given the situation (and Yakima's seeming insistence on making them the center of your attention) it was hard to think of anything else.
"I'm glad to hear that! It's about time they were good for something other than helping my modeling career. Well, Ben. I have a proposition for you. If you agree to be my boyfriend, I'll let you play in them for as long as you like!" Yakima was sure that would seal the deal. Ben, as cute as he was, was a teenage boy- and if Yakima remembered anything about the boy's she'd known (mostly in passing) back in high school, it was that they had been obsessed with her breasts.
"Um... sorry... I can't."
What, really? Wow, either Ben had more self-control than she thought, or he was just really loyal to his current girlfriend. That only impressed Yakima even more. She was under no illusions- she was what guys saw as the 'perfect catch.' The kind of girl to parade around as a trophy wife/girlfriend to make all their peers jealous. She had the body of a goddess, and she was damn proud of it (so long as everyone remembered her cardinal rule- look but don't touch.)
For you to be able to resist a knockout like her... well, that just cemented it in her mind. You were the one. If she swayed you to her side, she knew in her heart that you'd be loyal to her forever.
"Hmm... I don't think I heard right. Ben, if you become my boyfriend, I won't just let you play in my boobs whenever you want. You'll never have a softer pillow to sleep on. You'll never have to be worried about getting lost or stepped on- I'll carry you around in my bra whenever I travel and trust me- what goes in doesn't come out unless I take it out! My bra is literally the safest place in the world a tiny guy like you could be. What do you say, little guy?"
"I... I..." you flushed and stammered, unable to form a complete answer. Holy crap! Was this really happening? Yakima was so far out of your league it wasn't even funny. You were Ben, the guy who'd been born tiny, who was at risk of getting stepped on or sat on, and was even bullied by girls. But this... you'd literally had dreams that started like this (the kind you didn't tell your mom or sisters about.)
But... Victoria... You liked her, and she liked you. She was kind to you, she cared about you, she protected you...
But Yakima could do all of that and more...
You couldn't help but let that single treacherous thought into your head. You couldn't deny it. It was true after all- and this was a once in a lifetime chance. You'd been born tiny, and while you'd had a good, happy life it didn't change the fact that there were still moments where you felt like some kind of cosmic joke.
Why couldn't you take an offer like this when it was given to you? It seemed that by sending Yakima and her desires your way that the universe was offering a sort of apology for you being born so differently from everyone else.
"Hmm... you look like you're deep in thought, Ben! But I didn't hear a 'no.' I think you need a little more convincing!" Yakima cooed, pressing on you gently with one finger, exerting enough force that you were pushed into the huge, soft breast. The doughy flesh cocooned you as you were pressed into the breast, and for a single blissful moment your world was engulfed in the warm, soft bulk of the breast.
"Hee hee hee... it looks like my boob is trying to eat you up!" Yakima giggled, removing her finger. She couldn't press too firm- despite your words earlier she was worried that you might get hurt if she used too much force. But that didn't mean she was out of options...
"Okay, little guy. Let's see how you like this!" Yakima exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. You yelped in shock as the ground moved further and further away from you. Fortunately, Yakima's massive breasts were so huge and round that you didn't fall, instead remaining seated on the spongy flesh.
"Yakima-" You started to ask, before your sentence was cut off as Yakima tapped you on the back with enough force to knock you forward.
As you fell forwards, you were able to see that Yakima had slid a few fingers under the hem of her tank top and had tugged it forwards to create a pouch to catch you in.
Of course, once you fell in her breasts were so massive that they prevented you from falling down her torso. Yakima's tank top was fairly tight too, and once she let go the hem came snapping back and pressed you into her gargantuan bosom.
So now here you were, pinned between the clinging tank top and the enormous, bra covered breasts. The bra was keeping Yakima's breasts pressed together fairly tightly, preventing you from slipping into her cleavage once again, but the undergarment was lacy enough that you were able to grab onto the exterior. But before you could scale the bulging brassiere to freedom from Yakima's top...
Yakima hugged her own immense boobs tightly, squishing you into the soft fabric-covered flesh!
"Mmm... How's this? A nice, big hug from yours truly? I bet you've never been hugged like this before. Well, if you stay with me, I'll hold you like this as much as you want. You can be in my bra, between my boobs, holding onto the straps... whatever you want, I'll make it work. All you have to do is say that you'll be mine."
From down below, Yakima heard your voice emanate up from her rack. She couldn't quite hear everything, thanks to her huge boobs muffling your words, but she heard the important part- you agreed to be her boyfriend!
What next?
1. You want to get to know your new girlfriend. What's it like being a model?
2. You take Yakima up on her offer- you want her to keep using that divine rack of hers to play with you!
3. Reader's choice
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