Yakima’s Work Mates
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 23
by
Bobob1
Fortunately, fate smiled upon you for the second time that day as you looked up into Yakima’s shocked gaze, the buxom girl’s eyes peeking down above the shelf of her chest. The confusion of her expression slowly changed to dread and guilt as she noted your still flattened form and surmised the method of your transportation. “Ben? Are you okay? Oh jeez, what did I do to you this time?”
You were both pleased and a little concerned to see a small number of tears starting to gather in the corners of your housemate’s eyes. It was nice that she cared, but at the same time you didn’t want her to beat herself up over this. Gathering your strength you managed to pull your body together enough to sit up and face Yakima, taking a deep breath to speak. “I umm… Kim knocked me off the table at home and you well… you sat on me, and then brought me here on your jeans.” You forced out a smile, though right now it still hurt to move your face. “Don’t worry though, it didn’t hurt that much. Though I am glad you found me. I wouldn’t want to be left here alone.”
Staring down at you, Yakima still felt like she wanted to cry, but she sucked it up both to put on a brave face and to avoid ruining her mascara. It seemed like she’d spent most of her time since arriving at your home crushing you in one way or another, and she’d yet to think of a good way to make it up to you. Reaching down to gently scoop you up, she brought you to her face and laid a gentle kiss on your now mostly reformed head. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time.” She honestly wasn’t sure if she could keep that promise, but she knew that she’d do her best.
“Did you say something Yaki?” Tearing your gaze away from your giant housemate, you looked over to see another girl approaching, closely followed by a third. As Yakima tried to stammer out a response, the impromptu gathering drew the attention of yet more of the locker room’s occupants, until you found yourself surrounded by six young women. Six very attractive young women.
It was readily apparent that whatever modelling company was involved here attended to a fairly particular clientele. The girl who had spoken had a similar complexion to Yakima, but sported somewhat inverted curves, with comparatively smaller breasts (possibly G cup) but a booty that could rival Julia’s. By her side stood another Japanese girl with a thin frame and slightly smaller curves all around, though she was still noticeably curvy by anyone’s standards. Joining them were a trio of girls who looked to be of more local origin. A blonde with similar curves to Yakima, right down to the tremendous rack. A tanned redhead with full lips and a curvy body similar to the smaller Asian girl. And last but not least a mocha-toned woman who matched Yakima’s bubble-butted companion.
Each of these stunning beauties was clad in a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination and revealed the majority of their subtle flesh to your greedy eyes. To your credit you did try to look away, or at the very least focus the majority of your attention on Yakima, whose innocence you had already taken, but your instinct quickly won out as you blushed scarlet and drank the sight in. Having caught you in the open more or less, each of the newcomers was currently looking down at you with varying degrees of confusion, interest and displeasure as your housemate cradled you to her chest. As much as you knew the risks, and that you should be doing something to assuage doubts they may have had, being the centre of attention to so many… you had never been so aroused in your life.
“I… umm…” Finally getting over her initial fright, Yakima managed to string together some words in an attempt to explain your presence. “This is Ben. I’m staying with his family for a while and… umm…” She quickly started to gesture to each girl in turn, seemingly forgetting that she hadn’t finished explaining about you yet. “Ben, this is Midori.” The girl who had spoken first gave a small smile. “Akari.” The third Asian girl raised her eyebrows as she leaned in further. “Umm… Cori?” The blonde grinned and nodded. “…Ruby?” The redhead just offered a small wave. “And… umm… Kat?” The last woman just folded her arms, though she didn’t necessarily look annoyed.
Before any further explanation could be given, a new, somewhat dour, voice intruded, emanating from the approaching figure of a seventh girl. “You know I heard your kind are in to cute things, but don’t you think bringing a doll to work is a little excessive?” As you looked up to meet the gaze of this new arrival you couldn’t help but gulp. Whereas the other girls appeared to be paired off the Hispanic beauty now pushing her way through the crowd clearly stood alone. Taller than the others, her curves were absolutely out of this world, sporting a chest that may have surpassed even Yakima’s and a butt that was the biggest you had ever witnessed. Impossibly her curves showed no sign of sagging, jutting out proudly from her body and barely contained by a frightfully strained bikini.
You could have spent hours just staring at this women, if not for the sneer on her face as she glared down at you, clearly not as impressed as her companions. Not even bothering to listen to Yakima’s attempt to respond to her she looked ready to say something else before the clearing of a throat behind her made her back off and you looked up to see yet another woman approach, though at least this time one that was properly dressed. “What exactly is the hold up here ladies? We’re on the clock you know.” Raven-haired, pale skinned, and dressed in a business suit, you wouldn’t have been surprised to know that this was the director of the photo shoot. Her curves were certainly not as prominent as her models but she was still a gorgeous woman with a definite hourglass figure.
Faster to react this time, Yakima extended her hand to present you to her boss, though the both of you were caught off guard when you were snatched from the palm and squeezed a couple of times in curiosity. You managed to struggle enough to be noticed, but your captor appeared only mildly surprised as she looked to your housemate for an explanation, her hand still tight around your chest.
This time Yakima actually got a chance to get out her full explanation. “I’m sorry Rachel. This is Ben. He’s the son of the family I’m staying with, as well as my younger sister’s boyfriend. Olivia was just asking if he’s a doll, but he’s not. He’s a real person, I promise you. Though, as you can see, he’s kind of tiny and squishy, and well… it turns out I accidentally brought him here stuck to my butt.” She blushed deeply at the last bit, though frankly you were more concerned over being referred to as Kim’s boyfriend. Unfortunately the grip that Rachel had you in was too tight to allow a response, and you were instead met with her thoughtful expression, before she eventually declared…
You were both pleased and a little concerned to see a small number of tears starting to gather in the corners of your housemate’s eyes. It was nice that she cared, but at the same time you didn’t want her to beat herself up over this. Gathering your strength you managed to pull your body together enough to sit up and face Yakima, taking a deep breath to speak. “I umm… Kim knocked me off the table at home and you well… you sat on me, and then brought me here on your jeans.” You forced out a smile, though right now it still hurt to move your face. “Don’t worry though, it didn’t hurt that much. Though I am glad you found me. I wouldn’t want to be left here alone.”
Staring down at you, Yakima still felt like she wanted to cry, but she sucked it up both to put on a brave face and to avoid ruining her mascara. It seemed like she’d spent most of her time since arriving at your home crushing you in one way or another, and she’d yet to think of a good way to make it up to you. Reaching down to gently scoop you up, she brought you to her face and laid a gentle kiss on your now mostly reformed head. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time.” She honestly wasn’t sure if she could keep that promise, but she knew that she’d do her best.
“Did you say something Yaki?” Tearing your gaze away from your giant housemate, you looked over to see another girl approaching, closely followed by a third. As Yakima tried to stammer out a response, the impromptu gathering drew the attention of yet more of the locker room’s occupants, until you found yourself surrounded by six young women. Six very attractive young women.
It was readily apparent that whatever modelling company was involved here attended to a fairly particular clientele. The girl who had spoken had a similar complexion to Yakima, but sported somewhat inverted curves, with comparatively smaller breasts (possibly G cup) but a booty that could rival Julia’s. By her side stood another Japanese girl with a thin frame and slightly smaller curves all around, though she was still noticeably curvy by anyone’s standards. Joining them were a trio of girls who looked to be of more local origin. A blonde with similar curves to Yakima, right down to the tremendous rack. A tanned redhead with full lips and a curvy body similar to the smaller Asian girl. And last but not least a mocha-toned woman who matched Yakima’s bubble-butted companion.
Each of these stunning beauties was clad in a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination and revealed the majority of their subtle flesh to your greedy eyes. To your credit you did try to look away, or at the very least focus the majority of your attention on Yakima, whose innocence you had already taken, but your instinct quickly won out as you blushed scarlet and drank the sight in. Having caught you in the open more or less, each of the newcomers was currently looking down at you with varying degrees of confusion, interest and displeasure as your housemate cradled you to her chest. As much as you knew the risks, and that you should be doing something to assuage doubts they may have had, being the centre of attention to so many… you had never been so aroused in your life.
“I… umm…” Finally getting over her initial fright, Yakima managed to string together some words in an attempt to explain your presence. “This is Ben. I’m staying with his family for a while and… umm…” She quickly started to gesture to each girl in turn, seemingly forgetting that she hadn’t finished explaining about you yet. “Ben, this is Midori.” The girl who had spoken first gave a small smile. “Akari.” The third Asian girl raised her eyebrows as she leaned in further. “Umm… Cori?” The blonde grinned and nodded. “…Ruby?” The redhead just offered a small wave. “And… umm… Kat?” The last woman just folded her arms, though she didn’t necessarily look annoyed.
Before any further explanation could be given, a new, somewhat dour, voice intruded, emanating from the approaching figure of a seventh girl. “You know I heard your kind are in to cute things, but don’t you think bringing a doll to work is a little excessive?” As you looked up to meet the gaze of this new arrival you couldn’t help but gulp. Whereas the other girls appeared to be paired off the Hispanic beauty now pushing her way through the crowd clearly stood alone. Taller than the others, her curves were absolutely out of this world, sporting a chest that may have surpassed even Yakima’s and a butt that was the biggest you had ever witnessed. Impossibly her curves showed no sign of sagging, jutting out proudly from her body and barely contained by a frightfully strained bikini.
You could have spent hours just staring at this women, if not for the sneer on her face as she glared down at you, clearly not as impressed as her companions. Not even bothering to listen to Yakima’s attempt to respond to her she looked ready to say something else before the clearing of a throat behind her made her back off and you looked up to see yet another woman approach, though at least this time one that was properly dressed. “What exactly is the hold up here ladies? We’re on the clock you know.” Raven-haired, pale skinned, and dressed in a business suit, you wouldn’t have been surprised to know that this was the director of the photo shoot. Her curves were certainly not as prominent as her models but she was still a gorgeous woman with a definite hourglass figure.
Faster to react this time, Yakima extended her hand to present you to her boss, though the both of you were caught off guard when you were snatched from the palm and squeezed a couple of times in curiosity. You managed to struggle enough to be noticed, but your captor appeared only mildly surprised as she looked to your housemate for an explanation, her hand still tight around your chest.
This time Yakima actually got a chance to get out her full explanation. “I’m sorry Rachel. This is Ben. He’s the son of the family I’m staying with, as well as my younger sister’s boyfriend. Olivia was just asking if he’s a doll, but he’s not. He’s a real person, I promise you. Though, as you can see, he’s kind of tiny and squishy, and well… it turns out I accidentally brought him here stuck to my butt.” She blushed deeply at the last bit, though frankly you were more concerned over being referred to as Kim’s boyfriend. Unfortunately the grip that Rachel had you in was too tight to allow a response, and you were instead met with her thoughtful expression, before she eventually declared…
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April 23, 2025
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