A Bite to Eat With Yakima
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
As Yakima pulled out and started to head back to your house, the two of you quickly lapsed into a comfortable silence. Your now roommate was focused on driving and remembering the road rules of a foreign country, while you were focused on the warmth and softness of your host’s chest. All of the lingering soreness in your body from being pounded by the models felt as if it was drifting away as you sank deeply into the welcoming flesh. While the band of the bra across your chest was a little tight, you couldn’t find it in you to care when just turning a head a little to the side filled your vision with Yakima’s supple body. As much as you didn’t want to be seen as some kind of creep and were constantly trying to remind yourself that you loved Victoria, you had to admit that this was heaven.
It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d been carried like this. Your mother had carried you this way more than once, and Sarah had done so as well. Not to mention the number of times you’d ended up in the bra of an unaware woman, whether related to you or not. Yet none of them were as well-endowed as Yakima. Had you not just met the equally well-endowed Cori and the even bigger Olivia, you could have said you’d never even met someone with a chest of this scale, and despite how close you’d gotten to both of their chests neither had exposed you to such prolonged contact. Really, right now if your housemate had asked you to do her a favour, you’d probably do anything, no questions asked, just in return for her leaving you here for a bit longer, and possibly just forever.
Your quiet yet heartfelt contemplation was broken suddenly by a loud rumbling sound from far below, feeling as if it was being transmitted straight through the flesh that threatened to consume you. A near simultaneous gasp from above and a slight warming of your surroundings clued you in to its source, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you realised you had heard Yakima’s stomach growl. While you did your best to muffle the sound, your proximity to her face allowed the Asian girl to hear you, and you heard a huff of complaint as a single finger poked at your abs disapprovingly, pushing you even deeper into the waiting chest. “It isn’t funny. Don’t be mean to me little guy.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Though you betrayed yourself by still chuckling a little under your breath, you at least tried to make amends, feeling that you really didn’t want to hurt Yakima’s feelings. Firstly, you didn’t want to make her angry, even if you doubted she would become generally upset. More importantly though you felt that you generally wanted her to really like you, even if right now you refused to think too deeply about why that was. Best to change the topic. “When did you last eat though? It’s not good to go skipping meals you know?” You knew that a model’s meal plans might be a bit different from others, but it’s not like Yakima was one of those ultra-skinny types anyway.
“I know, it’s just…” The flesh around you jiggled a little as your host exhaled loudly. “I had a meal on the plane but, with everything going on, reuniting with my sister and… and meeting you, I sort of, forgot.” This time you managed to swallow your laugh before it could fully form, though you were glad that Yakima couldn’t see you beneath her tank top. Truly, you were flattered that you were considered sufficiently distracting for such a thing, even if you suspected it was more shock then any actual interest. “I’m sure my mum would be happy to make you something once we get home.”
You felt more than saw as Yakima shook her head, her chest jiggling slightly with the motion, which to you felt like an incredibly soft and intimate massage. “No. I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to be a burden. Besides, after what happened today, I feel like I owe you something for being such a good sport about all this.” That said, she pulled into a nearby parking lot, illuminated by a large neon sign. With no clear view of your surroundings, you were left at a loss as she headed inside, finally getting a look only as your housemate shifted her tank top a little to allow you a narrow viewpoint.
As soon as you saw the bright red decor you knew where you were, even if you’d never been here before personally. Penny’s was a local fast-food chain which specialised mostly in the classic burger and fries combo, though did also branch out into a few other meals. They had a reputation as being fast and affordable and Sarah had mentioned more than once that this was her favourite place to eat. Your older sister had even invited you along more than once, saying that it would be fun, and as the queue crept forward, you hoped this was one of those times that Sarah was genuinely being nice to you, rather than intending to make things difficult. Going on her history, it could have been either.
Quickly deciding it would be easier to just section off a bit of Yakima’s meal rather than waste food on yourself, the two of you decided on a simple hamburger, small serving of fries and lemonade. If the cashier noticed the doll-sized man sticking out of her incredibly-endowed customer’s bra, she didn’t mention it, and you were left alone until your roommate dropped into one of the hard plastic chairs that were typical of restaurants like this. The significant bounce of the drop nearly saw you getting sucked down past the bra’s rim, though before that could happen Yakima’s hand came down to retrieve you, gently peeling you free and setting you on the tabletop as she beamed down at you.
Not for the first time you were mesmerised by the near-perfect features of the model as she leaned in towards you, her kind eyes and broad smile doing strange things to your insides. The fact that her massive breasts steamrolled over the table as she moved closer certainly didn’t help matters, as even if you’d just been nestled up against them, you couldn’t help but immediately wish to dive in once more. While you hadn’t necessarily enjoyed it at the time, all at once you felt as if you wanted to be back in that studio being endlessly crushed by boobs and butts alike with the hottest women you’d ever seen. Fortunately, it was Yakima who spoke first, as you weren’t sure you wouldn’t have said something inappropriate if it had been left to you. “I’m really sorry about today, Ben. Thank you for being so understanding even though I basically dragged you into a rather unpleasant situation.”
That at least managed to shake you from your stupor, realising that while you were busy fantasising, your roommate was lost in her own mire of guilt and doubt. Pushing aside your perverted thoughts, you rushed to comfort the clearly downcast model. “No no, you don’t need to apologise. I mean, yeah, I didn’t intend to come with you, but everything after that was my choice you know. I agreed to work with you all when asked, so anything that happened after that is on me.” Well, you’d still be happy to put some of the blame on Rachel, who had been more than a little selective in what truths she told, and Olivia, who had been far too keen to crush you, but that was neither here nor there. “Besides, these kinds of things happen to me all the time, including with persons who know me way better than you so please believe me when I say that I’m alright with everything that happened.”
Though the look in her eyes was grateful, you can tell that Yakima wasn’t totally convinced, so you decided to change the topic rather than dwell on what couldn’t be changed. “But let’s not worry about that now okay. Why don’t we take this opportunity to get to know each other a little bit?” That made her smile, and you returned the gesture as you settled down to sit cross-legged, deep in the shadow of the Asian girl’s chest. You weren’t completely sure why, but you felt like she was someone you wanted to connect with, beyond just your desire to revisit her more prominent assets. “You’ve met my family obviously, and I’m well… let’s just say familiar with Kim, but why don’t you tell me a bit more about what home’s like for you.” As far as you knew, no one had yet told Yakima about the three and a bit weeks you’d spent beneath her younger sister’s toes, and you weren’t about to start things off with that, missing the warm smile you received in response to that remark.
As it turned out, Yakima was more than happy to tell you about herself, though from the way she spoke you got the impression that she assumed you’d have already heard the basics from Kim, and you didn’t feel able to correct her for fear of getting anyone into trouble. Apart from herself and Kim it seemed there was an older sister, Nana, and a little sister, Sachi, as well as their mother Mitsu. Even though you were told that neither she nor the eldest lived at home, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be in a house with five women with the sort of looks that seemed to run in the family, especially if any of them came close to matching your roommate’s curves.
Not wanting to take without any give, you spoke about your own life as well, about living with your family at such a tiny size and attending school while dodging bullies and oblivious girls alike. Yakima seemed concern for you, though perked up when you mentioned you’d still had the chance to experience love, albeit being kind enough not to press you on the details. Secretly, the model was just happy to know that her sister had such a good boyfriend, even if she was a little jealous at the same time, though that jealously was swept away by laughter as you told her about your Aunt Betty and the unfortunate propensity you had for ending up under the older woman’s flatulent rear.
The two of you got so caught up in your conversation that you lost track of the world around you, sharing laughs and anecdotes until a new shadow fell over you, and you looked up to see…
It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d been carried like this. Your mother had carried you this way more than once, and Sarah had done so as well. Not to mention the number of times you’d ended up in the bra of an unaware woman, whether related to you or not. Yet none of them were as well-endowed as Yakima. Had you not just met the equally well-endowed Cori and the even bigger Olivia, you could have said you’d never even met someone with a chest of this scale, and despite how close you’d gotten to both of their chests neither had exposed you to such prolonged contact. Really, right now if your housemate had asked you to do her a favour, you’d probably do anything, no questions asked, just in return for her leaving you here for a bit longer, and possibly just forever.
Your quiet yet heartfelt contemplation was broken suddenly by a loud rumbling sound from far below, feeling as if it was being transmitted straight through the flesh that threatened to consume you. A near simultaneous gasp from above and a slight warming of your surroundings clued you in to its source, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you realised you had heard Yakima’s stomach growl. While you did your best to muffle the sound, your proximity to her face allowed the Asian girl to hear you, and you heard a huff of complaint as a single finger poked at your abs disapprovingly, pushing you even deeper into the waiting chest. “It isn’t funny. Don’t be mean to me little guy.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Though you betrayed yourself by still chuckling a little under your breath, you at least tried to make amends, feeling that you really didn’t want to hurt Yakima’s feelings. Firstly, you didn’t want to make her angry, even if you doubted she would become generally upset. More importantly though you felt that you generally wanted her to really like you, even if right now you refused to think too deeply about why that was. Best to change the topic. “When did you last eat though? It’s not good to go skipping meals you know?” You knew that a model’s meal plans might be a bit different from others, but it’s not like Yakima was one of those ultra-skinny types anyway.
“I know, it’s just…” The flesh around you jiggled a little as your host exhaled loudly. “I had a meal on the plane but, with everything going on, reuniting with my sister and… and meeting you, I sort of, forgot.” This time you managed to swallow your laugh before it could fully form, though you were glad that Yakima couldn’t see you beneath her tank top. Truly, you were flattered that you were considered sufficiently distracting for such a thing, even if you suspected it was more shock then any actual interest. “I’m sure my mum would be happy to make you something once we get home.”
You felt more than saw as Yakima shook her head, her chest jiggling slightly with the motion, which to you felt like an incredibly soft and intimate massage. “No. I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to be a burden. Besides, after what happened today, I feel like I owe you something for being such a good sport about all this.” That said, she pulled into a nearby parking lot, illuminated by a large neon sign. With no clear view of your surroundings, you were left at a loss as she headed inside, finally getting a look only as your housemate shifted her tank top a little to allow you a narrow viewpoint.
As soon as you saw the bright red decor you knew where you were, even if you’d never been here before personally. Penny’s was a local fast-food chain which specialised mostly in the classic burger and fries combo, though did also branch out into a few other meals. They had a reputation as being fast and affordable and Sarah had mentioned more than once that this was her favourite place to eat. Your older sister had even invited you along more than once, saying that it would be fun, and as the queue crept forward, you hoped this was one of those times that Sarah was genuinely being nice to you, rather than intending to make things difficult. Going on her history, it could have been either.
Quickly deciding it would be easier to just section off a bit of Yakima’s meal rather than waste food on yourself, the two of you decided on a simple hamburger, small serving of fries and lemonade. If the cashier noticed the doll-sized man sticking out of her incredibly-endowed customer’s bra, she didn’t mention it, and you were left alone until your roommate dropped into one of the hard plastic chairs that were typical of restaurants like this. The significant bounce of the drop nearly saw you getting sucked down past the bra’s rim, though before that could happen Yakima’s hand came down to retrieve you, gently peeling you free and setting you on the tabletop as she beamed down at you.
Not for the first time you were mesmerised by the near-perfect features of the model as she leaned in towards you, her kind eyes and broad smile doing strange things to your insides. The fact that her massive breasts steamrolled over the table as she moved closer certainly didn’t help matters, as even if you’d just been nestled up against them, you couldn’t help but immediately wish to dive in once more. While you hadn’t necessarily enjoyed it at the time, all at once you felt as if you wanted to be back in that studio being endlessly crushed by boobs and butts alike with the hottest women you’d ever seen. Fortunately, it was Yakima who spoke first, as you weren’t sure you wouldn’t have said something inappropriate if it had been left to you. “I’m really sorry about today, Ben. Thank you for being so understanding even though I basically dragged you into a rather unpleasant situation.”
That at least managed to shake you from your stupor, realising that while you were busy fantasising, your roommate was lost in her own mire of guilt and doubt. Pushing aside your perverted thoughts, you rushed to comfort the clearly downcast model. “No no, you don’t need to apologise. I mean, yeah, I didn’t intend to come with you, but everything after that was my choice you know. I agreed to work with you all when asked, so anything that happened after that is on me.” Well, you’d still be happy to put some of the blame on Rachel, who had been more than a little selective in what truths she told, and Olivia, who had been far too keen to crush you, but that was neither here nor there. “Besides, these kinds of things happen to me all the time, including with persons who know me way better than you so please believe me when I say that I’m alright with everything that happened.”
Though the look in her eyes was grateful, you can tell that Yakima wasn’t totally convinced, so you decided to change the topic rather than dwell on what couldn’t be changed. “But let’s not worry about that now okay. Why don’t we take this opportunity to get to know each other a little bit?” That made her smile, and you returned the gesture as you settled down to sit cross-legged, deep in the shadow of the Asian girl’s chest. You weren’t completely sure why, but you felt like she was someone you wanted to connect with, beyond just your desire to revisit her more prominent assets. “You’ve met my family obviously, and I’m well… let’s just say familiar with Kim, but why don’t you tell me a bit more about what home’s like for you.” As far as you knew, no one had yet told Yakima about the three and a bit weeks you’d spent beneath her younger sister’s toes, and you weren’t about to start things off with that, missing the warm smile you received in response to that remark.
As it turned out, Yakima was more than happy to tell you about herself, though from the way she spoke you got the impression that she assumed you’d have already heard the basics from Kim, and you didn’t feel able to correct her for fear of getting anyone into trouble. Apart from herself and Kim it seemed there was an older sister, Nana, and a little sister, Sachi, as well as their mother Mitsu. Even though you were told that neither she nor the eldest lived at home, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be in a house with five women with the sort of looks that seemed to run in the family, especially if any of them came close to matching your roommate’s curves.
Not wanting to take without any give, you spoke about your own life as well, about living with your family at such a tiny size and attending school while dodging bullies and oblivious girls alike. Yakima seemed concern for you, though perked up when you mentioned you’d still had the chance to experience love, albeit being kind enough not to press you on the details. Secretly, the model was just happy to know that her sister had such a good boyfriend, even if she was a little jealous at the same time, though that jealously was swept away by laughter as you told her about your Aunt Betty and the unfortunate propensity you had for ending up under the older woman’s flatulent rear.
The two of you got so caught up in your conversation that you lost track of the world around you, sharing laughs and anecdotes until a new shadow fell over you, and you looked up to see…
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