Going Home
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
(Made in collaboration with Doreedo)
Honestly, you just felt spent.
How did a simple dinner with your new roommate turn into a scene straight out of a drama. First, it was Olivia's lucrative offer to Yakima, a major breakthrough for her career. Though it would be at the expense of you becoming the busty Hispanic's stage prop for the probable future. Then, your unfortunate run-in with Julia of all people in front of both models. Seriously, why did she have to show up now of all times.
Sighing, you didn't really have the energy to deal with anything else tonight.
"I'm fine Yakima," You answered, staring up into her brown eyes. The concern in them warmed your heart and you gave her a tired smile. "Just worn out and ready to go home."
"Yes." Yakima agreed softly, letting out the tension in her shoulders. "Let's go home, Ben."
With some prodding, Yakima gently guided you down to the low neckline of her tank top and slipped you down into its depths. For the second time that day, you were pinned in place by the soft bulk of her breast as she deposited you just under the rim of her bra cup, your upper torso poking out of the undergarment. As her hand pulled away, a loud rumbling sound from far below shook the flesh pinning you in place. A reminder of what you'd forgotten being caught up in all the drama.
Ah… dinner.
"Uh, Yakima." You twisted in place but couldn't see her expression through the tank top. "If you want to go back inside and eat, I don't mind waiting for you."
You felt more than saw Yakima shake her head, her chest jiggling slightly with the motion, "No, it's fine Ben. I'm sure we can find something to eat at the house." With that said, she got up from the bench and headed out to her car, keeping one hand pressed protectively over her bosom. You wanted to argue otherwise, because this entire mess was your fault to begin with and she must be starving now, but it became a moot point when she got into her car.
As she pulled out of the parking lot, the two of you lapsed into a contemplative silence.
While your mind dwelt over the events of the evening, Yakima's thoughts strayed in a different direction.
Still vivid in her mind, Yakima thought back to the moment that bitch snatched up Ben from the table. She remembered the white-hot rush of rage at the cruelty she saw in the girl's eye, a tormentor finding her newest victim. It had surprised...no shocked her how enraged she felt in that instant. Even now, anger simmered just under her skin and her knuckles were white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel.
It just wasn't like her.
Yakima couldn't remember a time she'd ever been that angry. Sure, back in high school, she got mad sometimes, but that was from having to be on guard around the pervs and morons who thought to test their luck trying to cop a feel. Or for dealing with the petty jealousies of her female classmates from all the attention she got. However, she just never really had a temper to begin with. And yet...
Almost unconsciously, her gaze drifted down to where Ben was safely tucked inside her bra. She could feel him there. A warm spot against her skin and coincidently, almost right over her nipple. Yakima's cheeks flared bright red at that mental picture, but surprisingly, it really didn't bother her. Had someone told her last week that she'd keeping a little man tucked in her boobs, she would've called them a pervert before giving them a rightly deserved smack.
But now...
She wasn't ready to admit to it yet, but she might have the tiniest cru....
"Yakima. Are you alright?"
"Hai!!!" She yelped, jerking on the steering wheel and nearly swerving over into the other lane. Heart pounding away in her chest, she mentally slapped herself and slowed her breathing long enough to speak. "I-I’m f-fine, Ben...just thinking." She was thankful that it was dark and that her tank top was too thick for Ben to see her burning cheeks but no doubt the little guy was feeling how hot he was making her.....
'No. Bad Yakima. Eyes on the road.'
Blushing, Yakima tried to keep her focus on the road but her treacherous thoughts kept worming their way back to Ben. Each time her cheeks burned all the hotter at some of the…ideas that cropped up. It was a relief when Ben's house finally came into view and she pulled into the driveway. Shutting off the engine, Yakima sat there for a few minutes fanning her face to kill her blush.
You were beginning to wonder what was going on until the soft skin around you shook and jiggled as Yakima's fingers wrapped around you and gently peeled you out of her bra, dropping you into her palm. From how she held you, you were just sitting above her expansive cleavage. Looking up at your roommate before she caught you staring, you raised your eyebrows at her red cheeks and could've sworn you saw wisps of steam coming out of her ears, but that'd be ridiculous.
"Um...Ben." Yakima refused to meet your eyes, looking everywhere but you. "Can we...uh, keep what happened today between us for now?"
Ok, now you definitely saw steam coming out of her ears.
"Sure, I don't mind," You shrugged, though you doubted that she saw it with how dark it was. "But how do you want to explain this to Mom? She'll want to know what happened when we show up together." Having been in this kind of situation numerous times, your family was sadly use to you disappearing and reappearing out of the blue.
Yakima’s brows furrowed for a moment, her face flushing an even darker shade of red that began to creep down her chest and out from under the tank top as something popped into her mind. After a few moments, she shook her head, her chest swaying beneath you with the motion. "L-Let's just say you fell into my bag, and I only found you in there after the shoot was over.... Ok?"
A small part of you was curious about just what exactly had crossed the gorgeous model's mind, but you just let it pass instead. Nodding your agreement, Yakima smiled before bringing you inside the house.
It seemed your disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed this time. Kim came running the moment she saw the both of you and snatched you right out of her older sister's palm. You were subjected to another round of apologies. kisses, and tears before Yakima gently drew her crying sister in for a hug. Mom and Claire were far more subdued about it, having dealt with this sort of situation for years, but you saw their relieved expressions from in between Kim's fingers.
However, Sarah's eyes flitted between you and Yakima.
A slight chill went down your spine as the suspicious look in your older sister's eye turned into the all-familiar smirk that usually spelt trouble for you.
When Kim had finally calmed down, Yakima gently pried open her fingers, which had accidently squished your lower half. In came another string of apologies, but you waved it off as she didn't mean to do it.
"I'm sorry for taking Ben, Mary." Yakima bowed to her hostess, you in hand. "I'm afraid I must've squished him when I left for work and somehow, he ended in my bag." Yakima's ears turned red when said this, which your mother nodded in understanding. Suspecting where you might've ended up under the busty woman. "I didn't mean to make you worry."
"No. It's fine, Yakima." Mary scratched her cheek, "It actually happens quite often with my boy. The last time he disappeared, we didn't find him for weeks and I'm afraid that I was partly to blame for the last one."
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Kim go pale at her words.
Yakima noticed this as well and she quickly to connect the dots that her little sister had been involved in the lastest incident. Looking down at you, she had an unreadable expression and her fingers closed unconsciously around you. She'd ask Kim what happen later, but from how her sister was acting, it must've been unpleasant.
The somber mood was interrupted by a loud growl.
Yakima's face flushed red as her stomach made its ire known to everyone.
You snorted, trying to stifle your laughter but it was a losing battle and you caved, breaking down laughing. Your mother was giggling along with everyone else. "You must be hungry dear. Wait here and I'll go get you something to eat." Mary quickly retreated to the kitchen as Yakima nodded. Still chuckling, Claire and Sarah went off on their own knowing you were now safe and sound. Kim stayed with you, chatting with her sister, and keeping a close eye on you.
"Here you go, Yakima. And for you as well Ben." Your mother came out of the kitchen, setting down a sandwich for Yakima and few pieces of food for you. The two of you thanked her before digging in with a gusto.
By the time both of you finished, your eyes were starting to droop, and Yakima was yawning.
"I think it’s time for you two to head to bed." Your mother carefully picked you up and kissed you goodnight, before depositing you back in Yakima's palm. "We have a big day planned for tomorrow, so get some rest both of you."
You mumbled "goodnight" whilst Yakima hugged and kissed Kim as well, much to the younger girl's embarrassment.
Saying your goodbyes, Yakima carried you to your shared bedroom. Though instead of dropping you off at the front door of your dollhouse, she headed straight for her bed. You waited patiently in hand as she sat down, swinging her legs up onto the bed. She slumped backwards allowing her body to fall back and relax on the pillows propped up behind her. Now comfortable, Yakima cupped you with both hands, keeping her hands aloft in the air as she held you over her mountainous chest.
"Ben, we need to talk."
Honestly, you just felt spent.
How did a simple dinner with your new roommate turn into a scene straight out of a drama. First, it was Olivia's lucrative offer to Yakima, a major breakthrough for her career. Though it would be at the expense of you becoming the busty Hispanic's stage prop for the probable future. Then, your unfortunate run-in with Julia of all people in front of both models. Seriously, why did she have to show up now of all times.
Sighing, you didn't really have the energy to deal with anything else tonight.
"I'm fine Yakima," You answered, staring up into her brown eyes. The concern in them warmed your heart and you gave her a tired smile. "Just worn out and ready to go home."
"Yes." Yakima agreed softly, letting out the tension in her shoulders. "Let's go home, Ben."
With some prodding, Yakima gently guided you down to the low neckline of her tank top and slipped you down into its depths. For the second time that day, you were pinned in place by the soft bulk of her breast as she deposited you just under the rim of her bra cup, your upper torso poking out of the undergarment. As her hand pulled away, a loud rumbling sound from far below shook the flesh pinning you in place. A reminder of what you'd forgotten being caught up in all the drama.
Ah… dinner.
"Uh, Yakima." You twisted in place but couldn't see her expression through the tank top. "If you want to go back inside and eat, I don't mind waiting for you."
You felt more than saw Yakima shake her head, her chest jiggling slightly with the motion, "No, it's fine Ben. I'm sure we can find something to eat at the house." With that said, she got up from the bench and headed out to her car, keeping one hand pressed protectively over her bosom. You wanted to argue otherwise, because this entire mess was your fault to begin with and she must be starving now, but it became a moot point when she got into her car.
As she pulled out of the parking lot, the two of you lapsed into a contemplative silence.
While your mind dwelt over the events of the evening, Yakima's thoughts strayed in a different direction.
Still vivid in her mind, Yakima thought back to the moment that bitch snatched up Ben from the table. She remembered the white-hot rush of rage at the cruelty she saw in the girl's eye, a tormentor finding her newest victim. It had surprised...no shocked her how enraged she felt in that instant. Even now, anger simmered just under her skin and her knuckles were white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel.
It just wasn't like her.
Yakima couldn't remember a time she'd ever been that angry. Sure, back in high school, she got mad sometimes, but that was from having to be on guard around the pervs and morons who thought to test their luck trying to cop a feel. Or for dealing with the petty jealousies of her female classmates from all the attention she got. However, she just never really had a temper to begin with. And yet...
Almost unconsciously, her gaze drifted down to where Ben was safely tucked inside her bra. She could feel him there. A warm spot against her skin and coincidently, almost right over her nipple. Yakima's cheeks flared bright red at that mental picture, but surprisingly, it really didn't bother her. Had someone told her last week that she'd keeping a little man tucked in her boobs, she would've called them a pervert before giving them a rightly deserved smack.
But now...
She wasn't ready to admit to it yet, but she might have the tiniest cru....
"Yakima. Are you alright?"
"Hai!!!" She yelped, jerking on the steering wheel and nearly swerving over into the other lane. Heart pounding away in her chest, she mentally slapped herself and slowed her breathing long enough to speak. "I-I’m f-fine, Ben...just thinking." She was thankful that it was dark and that her tank top was too thick for Ben to see her burning cheeks but no doubt the little guy was feeling how hot he was making her.....
'No. Bad Yakima. Eyes on the road.'
Blushing, Yakima tried to keep her focus on the road but her treacherous thoughts kept worming their way back to Ben. Each time her cheeks burned all the hotter at some of the…ideas that cropped up. It was a relief when Ben's house finally came into view and she pulled into the driveway. Shutting off the engine, Yakima sat there for a few minutes fanning her face to kill her blush.
You were beginning to wonder what was going on until the soft skin around you shook and jiggled as Yakima's fingers wrapped around you and gently peeled you out of her bra, dropping you into her palm. From how she held you, you were just sitting above her expansive cleavage. Looking up at your roommate before she caught you staring, you raised your eyebrows at her red cheeks and could've sworn you saw wisps of steam coming out of her ears, but that'd be ridiculous.
"Um...Ben." Yakima refused to meet your eyes, looking everywhere but you. "Can we...uh, keep what happened today between us for now?"
Ok, now you definitely saw steam coming out of her ears.
"Sure, I don't mind," You shrugged, though you doubted that she saw it with how dark it was. "But how do you want to explain this to Mom? She'll want to know what happened when we show up together." Having been in this kind of situation numerous times, your family was sadly use to you disappearing and reappearing out of the blue.
Yakima’s brows furrowed for a moment, her face flushing an even darker shade of red that began to creep down her chest and out from under the tank top as something popped into her mind. After a few moments, she shook her head, her chest swaying beneath you with the motion. "L-Let's just say you fell into my bag, and I only found you in there after the shoot was over.... Ok?"
A small part of you was curious about just what exactly had crossed the gorgeous model's mind, but you just let it pass instead. Nodding your agreement, Yakima smiled before bringing you inside the house.
It seemed your disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed this time. Kim came running the moment she saw the both of you and snatched you right out of her older sister's palm. You were subjected to another round of apologies. kisses, and tears before Yakima gently drew her crying sister in for a hug. Mom and Claire were far more subdued about it, having dealt with this sort of situation for years, but you saw their relieved expressions from in between Kim's fingers.
However, Sarah's eyes flitted between you and Yakima.
A slight chill went down your spine as the suspicious look in your older sister's eye turned into the all-familiar smirk that usually spelt trouble for you.
When Kim had finally calmed down, Yakima gently pried open her fingers, which had accidently squished your lower half. In came another string of apologies, but you waved it off as she didn't mean to do it.
"I'm sorry for taking Ben, Mary." Yakima bowed to her hostess, you in hand. "I'm afraid I must've squished him when I left for work and somehow, he ended in my bag." Yakima's ears turned red when said this, which your mother nodded in understanding. Suspecting where you might've ended up under the busty woman. "I didn't mean to make you worry."
"No. It's fine, Yakima." Mary scratched her cheek, "It actually happens quite often with my boy. The last time he disappeared, we didn't find him for weeks and I'm afraid that I was partly to blame for the last one."
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Kim go pale at her words.
Yakima noticed this as well and she quickly to connect the dots that her little sister had been involved in the lastest incident. Looking down at you, she had an unreadable expression and her fingers closed unconsciously around you. She'd ask Kim what happen later, but from how her sister was acting, it must've been unpleasant.
The somber mood was interrupted by a loud growl.
Yakima's face flushed red as her stomach made its ire known to everyone.
You snorted, trying to stifle your laughter but it was a losing battle and you caved, breaking down laughing. Your mother was giggling along with everyone else. "You must be hungry dear. Wait here and I'll go get you something to eat." Mary quickly retreated to the kitchen as Yakima nodded. Still chuckling, Claire and Sarah went off on their own knowing you were now safe and sound. Kim stayed with you, chatting with her sister, and keeping a close eye on you.
"Here you go, Yakima. And for you as well Ben." Your mother came out of the kitchen, setting down a sandwich for Yakima and few pieces of food for you. The two of you thanked her before digging in with a gusto.
By the time both of you finished, your eyes were starting to droop, and Yakima was yawning.
"I think it’s time for you two to head to bed." Your mother carefully picked you up and kissed you goodnight, before depositing you back in Yakima's palm. "We have a big day planned for tomorrow, so get some rest both of you."
You mumbled "goodnight" whilst Yakima hugged and kissed Kim as well, much to the younger girl's embarrassment.
Saying your goodbyes, Yakima carried you to your shared bedroom. Though instead of dropping you off at the front door of your dollhouse, she headed straight for her bed. You waited patiently in hand as she sat down, swinging her legs up onto the bed. She slumped backwards allowing her body to fall back and relax on the pillows propped up behind her. Now comfortable, Yakima cupped you with both hands, keeping her hands aloft in the air as she held you over her mountainous chest.
"Ben, we need to talk."
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