Unwanted Interruption
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 31
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
*Written on request*
Your eyes widened as the immense dark shadow covered you, rapidly spreading out over the surface of the table. Though you'd been sitting down for most of your talk with Yakima, you had stood up near the end, and so you ended up being just a little too far away from Yakima to make it back to her in time before the bringer of the shadow- a truly titanic set of breasts- crashed down on top of you, instantly smashing you flat into the surface of the table.
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Yakima gawked in disbelief as Ben disappeared under Olivia's gigantic breasts. Not only that, but she was kicking herself for not paying attention to her surroundings! Now he was squashed underneath the other model's chest- which Yakima hoped wouldn't dredge up bad memories for him from the torment he'd endured from her earlier that day.
Olivia had settled into her chair with a grunt, plopping down into her seat with enough force that the cheap plastic shook and quaked from the impact. Poor Ben hadn't had a chance to escape being crushed under her breasts- Yakima's own enormous boobs took up a great deal of room on the table, but Olivia's breasts took up even more room!
Anybody looking over at the table occupied by the two supermodels would wonder how the two would manage to eat their food- there wasn't exactly a lot of table left for the both of them.
But food could come later- what was important right now was figuring out just why Olivia was here. That, and getting the bigger model to lift her chest off of her housemate!
"Olivia, why are you here?" Yakima did her best to keep her voice level and calm, though she was inwardly fuming. While normally a kind, caring person, Yakima had no patience for people who hurt her friends, and after the way she treated Ben earlier, Yakima couldn't see herself being friends with Olivia.
"I thought the answer to that question should be obvious. I wanted to check up on my newest coworker. Make sure you were fitting in okay and all that. I know first days can be tough."
Though the words sounded sincere, Yakima new better than to take them at face value. Olivia just rubbed her the wrong way- she was no doubt lying through her teeth. Whatever Olivia was here for it wasn't something as simple as a friendly check-up.
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Olivia did a quick scan of her opponent. Compared to her, Yakima dressed fairly plainly when outside of work. Oh sure, she'd certainly be turning heads wearing a tank top with a low neckline, but between the top and the jeans, Yakima looked like she was preparing for a day of lounging around or doing chores at home.
Not like Olivia- one might be surprised by her style of dress, given how she was almost totally exposed during work, but right now her chosen attire was quite modest. A pair of dark slacks that went all the way down to her glossy, black shoes and a soft white, sleeveless turtleneck. Of course, a woman like Olivia didn't need to be constantly exposing her cleavage to the world to put on a show- with curves like hers, her slacks and top hugged close enough to her body to tease at what lay beneath.
But that was what was important here; and was something that Yakima didn't seem to understand yet (at least in Olivia's eyes.) How a model dressed and acted outside of work was just as important as making their shots look good during a photoshoot. Olivia, the super star of the agency, dressed in expensive name-brand clothing, drove a fast, showy car, and in general carried herself with the air of a queen. Someone to be looked at from afar, admired by all, but far out of reach for the average person.
In contrast, Yakima dressed in normal clothes (not cheap, but nothing fancy or expensive like Olivia wore), drove a normal car, and acted more or less like a normal person outside of work.
This whole exchange lasted barely a minute at most. And to Olivia's amusement, Yakima seemed to only grow more and more frustrated about something.
"What is it now, Yakima? I haven't offended you in some way, have I?"
"Oh for the love of... Are you being serious right now?! It's Ben! Let him out, right now!" Yakima hissed back at her across the table, clearly struggling to keep her voice down.
Let him out? From where?
Oh...
Oh ho...
Tilting her head back, Olivia let out an honest, amused chuckle. So that was what had her opponent so irritated! Olivia was quite certain she knew what was going on by now. Sitting up straight in her seat so that her immense breasts were no longer resting on the surface of the table but rather hanging just an inch or so above, Olivia ran her hands along the underside of her vast bosom.
Despite the fact that she had quite a lot of surface area to cover, she still found her quarry after only a few seconds of searching.
With a deft flick of her wrist, Olivia peeled the one thing that was not cashmere back from her turtleneck, and when she pulled her hand out from underneath her chest, to no surprise was greeted with the form of the tiny boy from earlier that day squinting up at her as light filled his vision.
"Oh ho! So sorry, there Ben. I just couldn't see you there. You must've been in my blind spot- don't you think? Olivia cooed, using a flirty tone of voice that people rarely heard from her- making sure that the boy held aloft between the thumb and index finger of her left hand had a front-row seat of her right hand patting the colossal bulk of her right breast, sending ripples through the soft flesh that were visible even through the fabric of her turtleneck.
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"U-um... yeah... No worries." You stuttered out lamely, wincing as you stumbled over your words. But who could blame you? Olivia was making it hard to focus on anything but her breasts- the Hispanic super model had you dangling mere inches away from breasts. You were so close you could almost reach out and touch the fabric of her top!
"There, see Yakima? No harm, no foul. Little Ben is alright, isn't he, Ben? I think Yakima should give you some more credit, you're quite the man. You're much tougher than you look- I must admit, I'm impressed."
Holy crap.
Was... was Olivia flirting with you? Her words sounded honest enough, but her actions... She was swaying you about in her hand, and abruptly fumbled you- but before you could tumble to the table, her hand pinned you in place... pressing you firmly against the warm, soft mass of her enormous left breast! Slowly, tauntingly, she pulled you up, making sure to drag you over the soft fabric while keeping enough pressure on you that you were pressed into the soft, pliant surface concealed beneath the fabric. Eventually, Olivia pulled you along high enough that you were left half sitting, half-pinned to the top of her cashmere covered breasts by Olivia's hand.
All in all, you felt quite comfortable- soft, supple flesh (albeit covered up) extended outwards all around you, and the warmth of Olivia's vast breasts was soaking into you and warming you up. A far cry from how you'd been pinned beneath them even minutes ago- you hadn't been able to enjoy their softness. The weight had been all-consuming, a sort of overwhelming presence that brought back the rough memories from earlier in the day.
But maybe... maybe you'd misjudged her earlier? Maybe that cold, cruel, domineering side of hers was just a 'work personality,' and she warmed up to other people when not on the clock?
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Hook, line, and sinker. Olivia could tell the little... man? Teen? Whatever, he'd let his guard down. A few honeyed words from her and some close-contact with her girls had him second-guessing himself and ready to get cozy with her.
But that hadn't been the primary goal of hers- oh no, one just had to look at the seething Yakima to know that Olivia's real goal had been to piss off her newest competitor. And what better way to do that then by interrupting her private time and flirting with her boytoy right in front of her?
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Yakima was seeing red. It was very lucky for everyone around that she rarely lost her temper, and even when she did, she wasn't the kind of person whose anger translated to raised voices.
That being said...
A loud *thump* threw Ben off guard, who jumped in shock from his position on Olivia's breast- unwittingly beginning to tumble down the breast once more before Olivia's hand stopped him- this time leaving him pinned to the front of her enormous chest rather than resting on top of it. Olivia herself didn't seemed startled from Yakima slamming her knee into the table though.
"My, my... You don't look to happy, Yakima. I thought you'd be grateful- I could've just left poor Ben to suffer underneath my girls."
"That's not... you know why I'm angry! Give him back!" Yakima hissed, eyes narrowing. Olivia was NOT trying to play this game with her right now, was she?!
"Oh, I don't know about that. I had a wonderful idea that I needed his help with, and I thought to... *ahem* borrow Ben for the day. I'm honestly just fascinated by, well, everything about him, and I wanted to get a better chance to know him. When we're on the clock us models don't exactly have much time for chit-chat..."
"Ben, we're leaving. Forget about the food, we're leaving right now!" Yakima stated, reaching out and trying to swipe you from Olivia. Olivia just smiled smugly back at her and kept covering Ben with her hand.
"Damn it! Let him go!"
"I'd quiet down if I were you. You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?"
Grr... why was this happening? Yakima was fuming- had Olivia shown up to the restaurant just to torment her? No, that... that didn't seem right. Even Olivia of all people wasn't that petty. There had to be some other goal of hers.
Besides leaving with Ben. Yakima would never let that happen in a million years!
Your eyes widened as the immense dark shadow covered you, rapidly spreading out over the surface of the table. Though you'd been sitting down for most of your talk with Yakima, you had stood up near the end, and so you ended up being just a little too far away from Yakima to make it back to her in time before the bringer of the shadow- a truly titanic set of breasts- crashed down on top of you, instantly smashing you flat into the surface of the table.
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Yakima gawked in disbelief as Ben disappeared under Olivia's gigantic breasts. Not only that, but she was kicking herself for not paying attention to her surroundings! Now he was squashed underneath the other model's chest- which Yakima hoped wouldn't dredge up bad memories for him from the torment he'd endured from her earlier that day.
Olivia had settled into her chair with a grunt, plopping down into her seat with enough force that the cheap plastic shook and quaked from the impact. Poor Ben hadn't had a chance to escape being crushed under her breasts- Yakima's own enormous boobs took up a great deal of room on the table, but Olivia's breasts took up even more room!
Anybody looking over at the table occupied by the two supermodels would wonder how the two would manage to eat their food- there wasn't exactly a lot of table left for the both of them.
But food could come later- what was important right now was figuring out just why Olivia was here. That, and getting the bigger model to lift her chest off of her housemate!
"Olivia, why are you here?" Yakima did her best to keep her voice level and calm, though she was inwardly fuming. While normally a kind, caring person, Yakima had no patience for people who hurt her friends, and after the way she treated Ben earlier, Yakima couldn't see herself being friends with Olivia.
"I thought the answer to that question should be obvious. I wanted to check up on my newest coworker. Make sure you were fitting in okay and all that. I know first days can be tough."
Though the words sounded sincere, Yakima new better than to take them at face value. Olivia just rubbed her the wrong way- she was no doubt lying through her teeth. Whatever Olivia was here for it wasn't something as simple as a friendly check-up.
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Olivia did a quick scan of her opponent. Compared to her, Yakima dressed fairly plainly when outside of work. Oh sure, she'd certainly be turning heads wearing a tank top with a low neckline, but between the top and the jeans, Yakima looked like she was preparing for a day of lounging around or doing chores at home.
Not like Olivia- one might be surprised by her style of dress, given how she was almost totally exposed during work, but right now her chosen attire was quite modest. A pair of dark slacks that went all the way down to her glossy, black shoes and a soft white, sleeveless turtleneck. Of course, a woman like Olivia didn't need to be constantly exposing her cleavage to the world to put on a show- with curves like hers, her slacks and top hugged close enough to her body to tease at what lay beneath.
But that was what was important here; and was something that Yakima didn't seem to understand yet (at least in Olivia's eyes.) How a model dressed and acted outside of work was just as important as making their shots look good during a photoshoot. Olivia, the super star of the agency, dressed in expensive name-brand clothing, drove a fast, showy car, and in general carried herself with the air of a queen. Someone to be looked at from afar, admired by all, but far out of reach for the average person.
In contrast, Yakima dressed in normal clothes (not cheap, but nothing fancy or expensive like Olivia wore), drove a normal car, and acted more or less like a normal person outside of work.
This whole exchange lasted barely a minute at most. And to Olivia's amusement, Yakima seemed to only grow more and more frustrated about something.
"What is it now, Yakima? I haven't offended you in some way, have I?"
"Oh for the love of... Are you being serious right now?! It's Ben! Let him out, right now!" Yakima hissed back at her across the table, clearly struggling to keep her voice down.
Let him out? From where?
Oh...
Oh ho...
Tilting her head back, Olivia let out an honest, amused chuckle. So that was what had her opponent so irritated! Olivia was quite certain she knew what was going on by now. Sitting up straight in her seat so that her immense breasts were no longer resting on the surface of the table but rather hanging just an inch or so above, Olivia ran her hands along the underside of her vast bosom.
Despite the fact that she had quite a lot of surface area to cover, she still found her quarry after only a few seconds of searching.
With a deft flick of her wrist, Olivia peeled the one thing that was not cashmere back from her turtleneck, and when she pulled her hand out from underneath her chest, to no surprise was greeted with the form of the tiny boy from earlier that day squinting up at her as light filled his vision.
"Oh ho! So sorry, there Ben. I just couldn't see you there. You must've been in my blind spot- don't you think? Olivia cooed, using a flirty tone of voice that people rarely heard from her- making sure that the boy held aloft between the thumb and index finger of her left hand had a front-row seat of her right hand patting the colossal bulk of her right breast, sending ripples through the soft flesh that were visible even through the fabric of her turtleneck.
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"U-um... yeah... No worries." You stuttered out lamely, wincing as you stumbled over your words. But who could blame you? Olivia was making it hard to focus on anything but her breasts- the Hispanic super model had you dangling mere inches away from breasts. You were so close you could almost reach out and touch the fabric of her top!
"There, see Yakima? No harm, no foul. Little Ben is alright, isn't he, Ben? I think Yakima should give you some more credit, you're quite the man. You're much tougher than you look- I must admit, I'm impressed."
Holy crap.
Was... was Olivia flirting with you? Her words sounded honest enough, but her actions... She was swaying you about in her hand, and abruptly fumbled you- but before you could tumble to the table, her hand pinned you in place... pressing you firmly against the warm, soft mass of her enormous left breast! Slowly, tauntingly, she pulled you up, making sure to drag you over the soft fabric while keeping enough pressure on you that you were pressed into the soft, pliant surface concealed beneath the fabric. Eventually, Olivia pulled you along high enough that you were left half sitting, half-pinned to the top of her cashmere covered breasts by Olivia's hand.
All in all, you felt quite comfortable- soft, supple flesh (albeit covered up) extended outwards all around you, and the warmth of Olivia's vast breasts was soaking into you and warming you up. A far cry from how you'd been pinned beneath them even minutes ago- you hadn't been able to enjoy their softness. The weight had been all-consuming, a sort of overwhelming presence that brought back the rough memories from earlier in the day.
But maybe... maybe you'd misjudged her earlier? Maybe that cold, cruel, domineering side of hers was just a 'work personality,' and she warmed up to other people when not on the clock?
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Hook, line, and sinker. Olivia could tell the little... man? Teen? Whatever, he'd let his guard down. A few honeyed words from her and some close-contact with her girls had him second-guessing himself and ready to get cozy with her.
But that hadn't been the primary goal of hers- oh no, one just had to look at the seething Yakima to know that Olivia's real goal had been to piss off her newest competitor. And what better way to do that then by interrupting her private time and flirting with her boytoy right in front of her?
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Yakima was seeing red. It was very lucky for everyone around that she rarely lost her temper, and even when she did, she wasn't the kind of person whose anger translated to raised voices.
That being said...
A loud *thump* threw Ben off guard, who jumped in shock from his position on Olivia's breast- unwittingly beginning to tumble down the breast once more before Olivia's hand stopped him- this time leaving him pinned to the front of her enormous chest rather than resting on top of it. Olivia herself didn't seemed startled from Yakima slamming her knee into the table though.
"My, my... You don't look to happy, Yakima. I thought you'd be grateful- I could've just left poor Ben to suffer underneath my girls."
"That's not... you know why I'm angry! Give him back!" Yakima hissed, eyes narrowing. Olivia was NOT trying to play this game with her right now, was she?!
"Oh, I don't know about that. I had a wonderful idea that I needed his help with, and I thought to... *ahem* borrow Ben for the day. I'm honestly just fascinated by, well, everything about him, and I wanted to get a better chance to know him. When we're on the clock us models don't exactly have much time for chit-chat..."
"Ben, we're leaving. Forget about the food, we're leaving right now!" Yakima stated, reaching out and trying to swipe you from Olivia. Olivia just smiled smugly back at her and kept covering Ben with her hand.
"Damn it! Let him go!"
"I'd quiet down if I were you. You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?"
Grr... why was this happening? Yakima was fuming- had Olivia shown up to the restaurant just to torment her? No, that... that didn't seem right. Even Olivia of all people wasn't that petty. There had to be some other goal of hers.
Besides leaving with Ben. Yakima would never let that happen in a million years!
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April 23, 2025
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