Career Paths
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 35
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
(Made in collaboration with Doreedo)
You sat up straighter on her palm, your drowsiness now forgotten.
"What Olivia said earlier... about her offer." Yakima studied you as she spoke, conflicted emotions playing across her gorgeous features.
Honestly, what could she say in this situation. Politely ask the little man sitting in her hands, whom she's known less for than a day to offer himself up to be her coworker's toy. All just to further her own career. It was too awful to think about and she hated herself for even considering it. Of course, she wasn't planning to be a model forever, but she wanted to go as far as she could, and Olivia's offer was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.
But that would mean Ben would have to be sacrificed to a life (for the foreseeable future) as Olivia's prop.
You sat quietly, watching the myriad of emotions running across Yakima's face.
Despite knowing the young woman only for a short time, you understood how conflicted she must've felt about Olivia's offer. It was a lucrative deal. One that would definitely be a dealmaker for her career going forward and you knew such offers came very seldomly. Had you been in her position, it'd be a difficult choice to make as well. So...
"Yakima." You caught her attention and smiled up at her. "I think you should accept her offer."
"...Ben?" She stared down at you questioningly, not quite understanding why you agreed so easily.
"You should accept Olivia's offer." You repeated, your smile unwavering. "I'm not sure how it works in the modelling business, but I know that endorsements like the kind you’d get from her are rare. So, I think you should take it."
"But why?" Her voice trembled, "We barely know each other, and I-I can't ask you to do something like this....it just wouldn't be right. Do you know what that'll mean for you?!"
"Look at me Yakima." You shrugged with a self-depreciated laugh and gestured at your diminutive form. "I am a doll-size man in a world of giants. Do you honestly think that people would actually give a damn about me if they couldn't get something out of it?"
To that Yakima could only nod her head, her own experiences being an excellent teacher on what people can really be like.
"Yakima, I've seen both the best and the worse. Do you remember that girl from the restaurant?" She nodded, her expression curling with disgust. "Well, that was actually a classmate of mine. Her name is Julia and she's been my bully from the moment we laid eyes on each other in middle school." You shook your head as Yakima's expression shifted to one of horror. "And it's not just her either. Just ask my family, some of the things I've been through would leave you white and most of those accidents were from complete strangers." You sighed, "At this point, it's an occupational hazard for me to be around people."
You looked straight into Yakima's eyes. "So let me make myself clear Yakima. I may not know you all that well, but you've been nothing but a nice, caring, good-hearted person to me despite..." Your cheeks burned as you pointed did not look at what was on display below. "The mishaps we've been through, I at least know I can trust you."
"Ben..." Yakima's eyes teared up at his words.
"But I don't think you should take it without a few...oh what's the word?" You snapped your fingers, wracking your brain for the word till it hit. "Conditions."
"Conditions?"
"Mhmm." You nodded, the idea quickly forming in your head. "I know Olivia isn't making this deal out of the goodness of her heart, so why not make use of it and add a few a conditions of our own to it."
"Like...I'd be your caretaker on the job." Yakima ventured, catching onto your line of thought. "She'll have to go through me if she wants to use you and I'll need to be present as well." Her cheeks suddenly lit up as she had her own ideas on what she'd like to do with you. She quickly waved those thoughts away before you noticed.
"And..." You grinned, nodding up at your gorgeous roommate and paused for effort. "Since I'm going to be her prop, I might as well get my own salary for it." Though you'd never admit aloud that you'd be perfectly content being around some very beautiful woman was enough.
"Alright. Let me get a pen." Yakima dropped on the bedside table before she went over to her bags.
You did your best to look away as she rummaged through her suitcase, her enormous rear jiggling seductively whilst she was bent over. Her pants left very little to the imagination, clinging tightly to her hips and drooping down far enough to show the upper half of her ass. You snapped your head away when she suddenly stood up, a notebook in hand.
Settling back onto the bed, Yakima picked you up and deposited you on the edge of her far-reaching bosom. She placed the notebook on her knees, where both of you could see it. Ignoring your present location, you and Yakima exchanged ideas on what conditions to include. Some were scrapped and others were added, but as midnight approached both of you finally settled on a decent list of conditions that were reasonable.
Your drowsiness returned as Yakima placed the notebook on the nightstand, but the model wasn't quite done with you yet as she picked up.
You were too sleepy to react when she brought you up to her lips and gave you a long, smothering kiss.
"Ben," she said, pulling away from you, her blush matching your own. "I-I want to say thank you. I know that we barely know each other, but you don't know how much this means to me. I just wanted you to know that and if you need anything from me...please don't hesitate to ask. Ok?"
You numbly nodded at her sweet smile.
Now that look was just cheating.
Dropping you off at your house, she shyly turned away and muttered, "Don't peek."
You staggered back into your dollhouse and made your way to your bedroom. From the shadows on your curtains, you gulped as Yakima's silhouette sensually stripped out of her clothes. It was like a shower scene from a movie, but you respected her wish not to look and your drowsiness won over your libido as you collapsed onto your bed and went out like a light.
...........
Yakima sighed as stripped out of her clothes.
A bit of heat touched her cheeks as she caught herself in the mirror, clad in only a loose T-shirt and panties. She was very self-conscious of her own points poking through her T-shirt and that it was barely long enough to cover her underwear. Had she known that she'd having a roommate, she would've packed more appropriate attire, but it was a little too late now.
Glancing over at the dollhouse, she felt relief...and a little bit of regret(?) that Ben hadn't peeked. Crossing the room quietly, Yakima peered through the window to see the little guy passed out on his bed. She stifled a giggle at how cute looked before retreating to her own bed.
Though sleep proved to be elusive.
Completely against her will, Yakima's thoughts kept circling back to Ben.
The little guy proven himself quite different from the usual rabble she'd associate with his gender. Unlike the boys she’d known from high school, he had been nothing but a gentleman to her....even when he'd been on the wrong end of her body. And if she were being honest, Ben actually checked off a lot of boxes on her list for guys. He’s cute, respectful, trustworthy, friendly, and small enough to hold in her hand...ok that one was just added. Not to mention, despite being so intimate with her and her coworker's bodies, Ben had never once tried to take advantage of the situation.
Sure, he's been in some places that nobody, save for herself had touched, but that had been entirely accidental...
'Oh god!' She thought, her cheeks flaring.
Yakima wasn't adept at love as some girls her age, but neither was she oblivious either. So, she recognized the happy little jitter felt when she thought about the little man. It was a warm and fuzzy thing that danced around inside her chest. It made her feel giddy every time she thought about him.
She couldn't hide it.
She liked Ben.
But he had a girlfriend.
And her little sister liked him too.
Yakima screamed silently into her pillow.
‘Why was this getting so complicated?!’ she wanted to shout.
Thus, Yakima kept tossing and turning in bed as her thoughts went round and round until finally, her exhaustion won out over her emotional turmoil, and she fell into a fitful sleep.
You sat up straighter on her palm, your drowsiness now forgotten.
"What Olivia said earlier... about her offer." Yakima studied you as she spoke, conflicted emotions playing across her gorgeous features.
Honestly, what could she say in this situation. Politely ask the little man sitting in her hands, whom she's known less for than a day to offer himself up to be her coworker's toy. All just to further her own career. It was too awful to think about and she hated herself for even considering it. Of course, she wasn't planning to be a model forever, but she wanted to go as far as she could, and Olivia's offer was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.
But that would mean Ben would have to be sacrificed to a life (for the foreseeable future) as Olivia's prop.
You sat quietly, watching the myriad of emotions running across Yakima's face.
Despite knowing the young woman only for a short time, you understood how conflicted she must've felt about Olivia's offer. It was a lucrative deal. One that would definitely be a dealmaker for her career going forward and you knew such offers came very seldomly. Had you been in her position, it'd be a difficult choice to make as well. So...
"Yakima." You caught her attention and smiled up at her. "I think you should accept her offer."
"...Ben?" She stared down at you questioningly, not quite understanding why you agreed so easily.
"You should accept Olivia's offer." You repeated, your smile unwavering. "I'm not sure how it works in the modelling business, but I know that endorsements like the kind you’d get from her are rare. So, I think you should take it."
"But why?" Her voice trembled, "We barely know each other, and I-I can't ask you to do something like this....it just wouldn't be right. Do you know what that'll mean for you?!"
"Look at me Yakima." You shrugged with a self-depreciated laugh and gestured at your diminutive form. "I am a doll-size man in a world of giants. Do you honestly think that people would actually give a damn about me if they couldn't get something out of it?"
To that Yakima could only nod her head, her own experiences being an excellent teacher on what people can really be like.
"Yakima, I've seen both the best and the worse. Do you remember that girl from the restaurant?" She nodded, her expression curling with disgust. "Well, that was actually a classmate of mine. Her name is Julia and she's been my bully from the moment we laid eyes on each other in middle school." You shook your head as Yakima's expression shifted to one of horror. "And it's not just her either. Just ask my family, some of the things I've been through would leave you white and most of those accidents were from complete strangers." You sighed, "At this point, it's an occupational hazard for me to be around people."
You looked straight into Yakima's eyes. "So let me make myself clear Yakima. I may not know you all that well, but you've been nothing but a nice, caring, good-hearted person to me despite..." Your cheeks burned as you pointed did not look at what was on display below. "The mishaps we've been through, I at least know I can trust you."
"Ben..." Yakima's eyes teared up at his words.
"But I don't think you should take it without a few...oh what's the word?" You snapped your fingers, wracking your brain for the word till it hit. "Conditions."
"Conditions?"
"Mhmm." You nodded, the idea quickly forming in your head. "I know Olivia isn't making this deal out of the goodness of her heart, so why not make use of it and add a few a conditions of our own to it."
"Like...I'd be your caretaker on the job." Yakima ventured, catching onto your line of thought. "She'll have to go through me if she wants to use you and I'll need to be present as well." Her cheeks suddenly lit up as she had her own ideas on what she'd like to do with you. She quickly waved those thoughts away before you noticed.
"And..." You grinned, nodding up at your gorgeous roommate and paused for effort. "Since I'm going to be her prop, I might as well get my own salary for it." Though you'd never admit aloud that you'd be perfectly content being around some very beautiful woman was enough.
"Alright. Let me get a pen." Yakima dropped on the bedside table before she went over to her bags.
You did your best to look away as she rummaged through her suitcase, her enormous rear jiggling seductively whilst she was bent over. Her pants left very little to the imagination, clinging tightly to her hips and drooping down far enough to show the upper half of her ass. You snapped your head away when she suddenly stood up, a notebook in hand.
Settling back onto the bed, Yakima picked you up and deposited you on the edge of her far-reaching bosom. She placed the notebook on her knees, where both of you could see it. Ignoring your present location, you and Yakima exchanged ideas on what conditions to include. Some were scrapped and others were added, but as midnight approached both of you finally settled on a decent list of conditions that were reasonable.
Your drowsiness returned as Yakima placed the notebook on the nightstand, but the model wasn't quite done with you yet as she picked up.
You were too sleepy to react when she brought you up to her lips and gave you a long, smothering kiss.
"Ben," she said, pulling away from you, her blush matching your own. "I-I want to say thank you. I know that we barely know each other, but you don't know how much this means to me. I just wanted you to know that and if you need anything from me...please don't hesitate to ask. Ok?"
You numbly nodded at her sweet smile.
Now that look was just cheating.
Dropping you off at your house, she shyly turned away and muttered, "Don't peek."
You staggered back into your dollhouse and made your way to your bedroom. From the shadows on your curtains, you gulped as Yakima's silhouette sensually stripped out of her clothes. It was like a shower scene from a movie, but you respected her wish not to look and your drowsiness won over your libido as you collapsed onto your bed and went out like a light.
...........
Yakima sighed as stripped out of her clothes.
A bit of heat touched her cheeks as she caught herself in the mirror, clad in only a loose T-shirt and panties. She was very self-conscious of her own points poking through her T-shirt and that it was barely long enough to cover her underwear. Had she known that she'd having a roommate, she would've packed more appropriate attire, but it was a little too late now.
Glancing over at the dollhouse, she felt relief...and a little bit of regret(?) that Ben hadn't peeked. Crossing the room quietly, Yakima peered through the window to see the little guy passed out on his bed. She stifled a giggle at how cute looked before retreating to her own bed.
Though sleep proved to be elusive.
Completely against her will, Yakima's thoughts kept circling back to Ben.
The little guy proven himself quite different from the usual rabble she'd associate with his gender. Unlike the boys she’d known from high school, he had been nothing but a gentleman to her....even when he'd been on the wrong end of her body. And if she were being honest, Ben actually checked off a lot of boxes on her list for guys. He’s cute, respectful, trustworthy, friendly, and small enough to hold in her hand...ok that one was just added. Not to mention, despite being so intimate with her and her coworker's bodies, Ben had never once tried to take advantage of the situation.
Sure, he's been in some places that nobody, save for herself had touched, but that had been entirely accidental...
'Oh god!' She thought, her cheeks flaring.
Yakima wasn't adept at love as some girls her age, but neither was she oblivious either. So, she recognized the happy little jitter felt when she thought about the little man. It was a warm and fuzzy thing that danced around inside her chest. It made her feel giddy every time she thought about him.
She couldn't hide it.
She liked Ben.
But he had a girlfriend.
And her little sister liked him too.
Yakima screamed silently into her pillow.
‘Why was this getting so complicated?!’ she wanted to shout.
Thus, Yakima kept tossing and turning in bed as her thoughts went round and round until finally, her exhaustion won out over her emotional turmoil, and she fell into a fitful sleep.
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