Along for the Ride
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 22
by
Bobob1
As much as she was enjoying chatting with your family, a glance at her watch advised Yakima that it was time for her to leave, lest she miss her first photo shoot for the day. Standing from the table, she quickly smoothed out her clothes, and turned to face your mother. “I regret that I will need to cut this conversation sort, Ms Mary. I must head to the studio now.”
For her part your mother just chuckled at the manner in which she was addressed. “Just Mary is fine Yakima, and I’m well aware you have things to do. We will be here when you return.” Your sisters expressed similar sentiments, as did you. Despite the manner of your initial acquaintance you had grown quite attached to the bodacious Asian, and hoped you would be able to speak to her further.
However, while you were focused on your internal thoughts, Kim was more proactive in seeing her sister off, springing up from her own seat and practically skipping over to give the larger girl a tight hug, evidentially used to having her face practically buried in Yakima’s cleavage. Unfortunately, in her haste to reach her older sibling she had accidentally bumped into the table, and while the impact was a glancing blow that did little to rattle her, it was enough to shake your own footing. Already perilously close to the edge, you pin-wheeled your arms uselessly for a moment before falling.
Mercifully your fall was short, and you avoided splatting against the tiled floor of the kitchen. Instead you landed on the slightly cushioned surface of Yakima’s recently vacated chair, which was just giving enough to cushion your fall without absorbing the blow completely. You groaned in pain from the impact but couldn’t help but bask slightly in the residual warmth of the massive girl’s behind, having to resist the unusual urge to take a sniff of the fabric. Any such thoughts were shattered however as you noticed a deep shadow being cast over you, and flipped yourself over just in time to see that very same derriere falling back upon you before it flattened you completely.
The annihilation of your body didn’t even register as an itch to Yakima, who had sat down again simply to recheck her makeup and sort out her purse. Her left buttock was more than enough to cover your entire body, and to reduce that same body to a two-dimensional shape in an instant. Any softness that had previously been provided by the seat-top was crushed to nothing as her full weight settled into the seat, to the extent that you may as well have been pressed into steel. Twisting around to get the best light to reflect in her small hand mirror, the curvaceous beauty obliviously dragged her booty all over the seat and you, practically grinding her ass against your tiny body.
By the time Yakima finally stood you had been plastered completely to her jeans, face-first against the warm fabric, and appearing like nothing more than some kind of cute logo. Unfortunately for you, no-one else in the room was in the mood for staring at your newest housemate’s butt, so no-one made any move to stop her as she gave her sister one last hug and headed outside. For her part, the Asian girl spared only one last wave over her shoulder, before opening the door of her hire car and plopping down into the driver’s seat, once again crushing you beneath her substantial rear.
You of course had been in agony from the first moment Yakima’s ass fell upon you, trapped beneath the overwhelming heat and crushing weight. You had experienced some brief relief during the trip to the car, but the faux-leather fabric of the car seat was only making things worse as your tormentor shifted to get comfortable, the temperature quickly rising as sweat began to flow. The sound of the car’s engine starting was soon accompanied by a vibration both in the seat below and the ass above, any sense of stillness lost as you were battered over and over again beneath the shifting booty.
The trip to the studio was not long, but the raven-haired girl continued to bounce the whole way, ensuring that you were given no hope of escape from your increasingly sweaty hell. When she finally strode into the studio and checked in, the keen eyed receptionist actually spotted your squished body as she watched the model leave, but dismissed it as some cute design or sticker only. Perhaps she’d ask about you more when Yakima returned, but for now she put you out of her mind.
When the buxom Asian arrived at the shooting set, the director hurried her into the changing room, handing her a skimpy bikini and telling her to get ready as quickly as possible. Not wanting to make a bad first impression, Yakima quickly stripped off her jeans and you, dropping them in a heap on the nearest bench as she removed the rest of her clothing. Finally given a chance to reform you painstakingly peeled yourself from the sweaty fabric, crawling towards the light and hopefully safety.
To you it felt like it took an eternity to reach the outside world, but in reality you accomplished the task in less than a minute, crawling out into open air and looking up just in time to see…
For her part your mother just chuckled at the manner in which she was addressed. “Just Mary is fine Yakima, and I’m well aware you have things to do. We will be here when you return.” Your sisters expressed similar sentiments, as did you. Despite the manner of your initial acquaintance you had grown quite attached to the bodacious Asian, and hoped you would be able to speak to her further.
However, while you were focused on your internal thoughts, Kim was more proactive in seeing her sister off, springing up from her own seat and practically skipping over to give the larger girl a tight hug, evidentially used to having her face practically buried in Yakima’s cleavage. Unfortunately, in her haste to reach her older sibling she had accidentally bumped into the table, and while the impact was a glancing blow that did little to rattle her, it was enough to shake your own footing. Already perilously close to the edge, you pin-wheeled your arms uselessly for a moment before falling.
Mercifully your fall was short, and you avoided splatting against the tiled floor of the kitchen. Instead you landed on the slightly cushioned surface of Yakima’s recently vacated chair, which was just giving enough to cushion your fall without absorbing the blow completely. You groaned in pain from the impact but couldn’t help but bask slightly in the residual warmth of the massive girl’s behind, having to resist the unusual urge to take a sniff of the fabric. Any such thoughts were shattered however as you noticed a deep shadow being cast over you, and flipped yourself over just in time to see that very same derriere falling back upon you before it flattened you completely.
The annihilation of your body didn’t even register as an itch to Yakima, who had sat down again simply to recheck her makeup and sort out her purse. Her left buttock was more than enough to cover your entire body, and to reduce that same body to a two-dimensional shape in an instant. Any softness that had previously been provided by the seat-top was crushed to nothing as her full weight settled into the seat, to the extent that you may as well have been pressed into steel. Twisting around to get the best light to reflect in her small hand mirror, the curvaceous beauty obliviously dragged her booty all over the seat and you, practically grinding her ass against your tiny body.
By the time Yakima finally stood you had been plastered completely to her jeans, face-first against the warm fabric, and appearing like nothing more than some kind of cute logo. Unfortunately for you, no-one else in the room was in the mood for staring at your newest housemate’s butt, so no-one made any move to stop her as she gave her sister one last hug and headed outside. For her part, the Asian girl spared only one last wave over her shoulder, before opening the door of her hire car and plopping down into the driver’s seat, once again crushing you beneath her substantial rear.
You of course had been in agony from the first moment Yakima’s ass fell upon you, trapped beneath the overwhelming heat and crushing weight. You had experienced some brief relief during the trip to the car, but the faux-leather fabric of the car seat was only making things worse as your tormentor shifted to get comfortable, the temperature quickly rising as sweat began to flow. The sound of the car’s engine starting was soon accompanied by a vibration both in the seat below and the ass above, any sense of stillness lost as you were battered over and over again beneath the shifting booty.
The trip to the studio was not long, but the raven-haired girl continued to bounce the whole way, ensuring that you were given no hope of escape from your increasingly sweaty hell. When she finally strode into the studio and checked in, the keen eyed receptionist actually spotted your squished body as she watched the model leave, but dismissed it as some cute design or sticker only. Perhaps she’d ask about you more when Yakima returned, but for now she put you out of her mind.
When the buxom Asian arrived at the shooting set, the director hurried her into the changing room, handing her a skimpy bikini and telling her to get ready as quickly as possible. Not wanting to make a bad first impression, Yakima quickly stripped off her jeans and you, dropping them in a heap on the nearest bench as she removed the rest of her clothing. Finally given a chance to reform you painstakingly peeled yourself from the sweaty fabric, crawling towards the light and hopefully safety.
To you it felt like it took an eternity to reach the outside world, but in reality you accomplished the task in less than a minute, crawling out into open air and looking up just in time to see…
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April 23, 2025
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