A Sisterly Chat
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 36
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
Yakima woke the next morning to the sound of her alarm.
Half-conscious, she wriggled an arm free of the warm covers and slapped at the bedside table, searching for her phone as the relentless *rrriiinnnggg* burrowed into her brain. She swept her hand across its smooth surface till her knuckles bumped against the errant device and after some fumbling, managed silenced the annoyance.
Roused from her slumber, Yakima sat up, rubbing her tired eyes. Yawning, she stretched her arms overhead, letting out a satisfied grunt as her shoulders popped before letting them go limp. When she opened her eyes, she blinked in confusion at the unfamiliar room she was in. It took a few moments for her sleepy brain to click into gear.
"...Right." she mumbled, recalling yesterday.
To say that the previous day had been eventful would've been the understatement of her young adult life.
She felt her cheeks heat up as everything that had transpired came rushing back. The meeting with Miss Mary and her children, her chaotic photo-shoot, and finally Olivia's generous offer to sponsor her. All of it centered around the little man sleeping in the dollhouse nary a foot away.
How an inch tall man cause so much turmoil was still a mystery to her, but yesterday was proof enough of it.
Yakima quietly slipped out of bed, and tiptoed to the house, peering through the second story window.
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief seeing Ben was still there, sound asleep. Yesterday must've really worn the little guy out, not that she could blame him, seeing as she herself wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the warm covers and drift off to sleep. But there were things she needed to do...and more importantly, some questions that needed to be answered.
Keeping an eye on the dollhouse, Yakima quickly gathers up her clothes for the day before stripping out her T-shirt.
Her breasts, in defiance of gravity, hung almost perpendicularly from her chest.
While the swaying masses were her pride and joy, but there were some downsides to having such huge breasts, like getting dressed for example. It took a few minutes for her to manhandle her massive mams into the confines of her bra, but once that was done, it took far less time to slip into the rest of her outfit and quietly leave out of the room.
With the door left ajar for Ben, Yakima headed down the hall.
It looked like Mary was an early bird as the delectable scent of breakfast pervaded the house. The young model simply followed her nose to find an impressive spread laid out on the table. Sarah and Claire were already digging in as Yakima took a seat and nabbed some bacon before the two teens devoured the dwindling pile.
With her breakfast now secured, Yakima looked around but didn't see her little sister.
"Kim's in the shower." Claire helpfully informed her.
"Oh, thank you."
Nodding her thanks, Yakima slowly chewed her breakfast as she mulled over how she was going to broach the topic of Ben. Something had happened between them. That much she was certain of and if she took Miss Mary's words into account then it wasn't hard to connect the dots. Kim had most likely been a part of Ben's last disappearance (not counting her own escapade with him) and with obviously she was crushing on him, her little sister must be twisting herself into knots over it.
Yakima was worried, as she herself felt the same budding feelings for the small man.
She was not looking forward to this.
And it came sooner rather than later as Kim came out of the bathroom, hair still damp with water.
"Ohayō" Kim murmured sleepily.
"Good morning." The rest of the table responded.
Yakima stood and pulled her into a hug, which Kim took the opportunity to bury her face in her older sister's massive cleavage. Once separated, Yakima handed Kim a plate loaded with food she saved before the other two teens had finished off the table. Kim happily took it and chowed down, pulling up a seat beside her sister.
"Where's Ben?" she asked after a few bites.
"He's still in bed." Yakima answered, slathering a healthy about of butter on her toast. "I checked on him earlier."
"Oh." Was her dejected answer but Yakima didn't miss how her shoulders relaxed hearing that he wasn't running around where they couldn't see him. "So, what happened yesterday Yaki?"
"Hmm?"
"You never told us what happened at your photo shoot."
This had drawn the attention of everyone else at the table... Sarah especially, which Yakima saw what she could only describe as a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Instead of answering, Yakima took a bite of toast, buying herself a moment to think. She had never been a very good liar. Whether it be her family or friends, they always seemed to know when she wasn't being completely honest with them. And Kim especially. Her little sister was practically psychic whenever Yakima tried to play fast and loose with the truth. And though she didn't want to, Miss Mary and her two daughters wouldn't know she wasn't being completely honest with them...right?
Well, here goes nothing.
"Nothing happened." Yakima lied through her teeth. "Rachel had us do a few beach shots together, though Olivia insisted she be in front." That wasn't a lie as the Hispanic model made it clear how she views her colleagues. "From there, it was the usual photos. I found Ben afterwards. H-He ended up stuck in my underwear and I almost..." Her face heated up, but not for reasons told.
Sarah and Claire giggled in response, though the former was blushing as well. Kim on the other hand, stared at her older sister suspiciously and Yakima mouthed "Later".
"And our little bro didn't get to see some drop-dead models?" Sarah pressed.
Yakima momentarily flashed back to frenzied scrabble for Ben.
"I don't know." She shrugged, "He might've seen either Cori or Midori since they were in the locker room with me when I found him." Partially true, they had been the last ones to see them when they left the photoshoot. Olivia, on the other hand, Yakima didn't want to talk about her any more than she had to.
"Hmm..." Sarah didn't seem satisfied with the answer and Yakima tried to keep her expression schooled.
"Now. Now." Mary thankfully interrupted. "Let Yakima enjoy her breakfast in peace. She had a busy day yesterday."
Yakima heaved a internal sigh of relief as Sarah (reluctantly) pulled away and went back to eating.
She never liked lying, especially to a nice woman like Mary but for now, it'd be best to keep what happened yesterday a secret. She and Ben still needed to hammer out the details about Olivia's offer before they told his family.
"You've always been a terrible liar sis." Kim leaned in and whispered. "And this is Ben we're talking about. So, what really happened?"
"A lot. Far more than you would believe." Yakima admitted, sighing, her voice barely audible. "And I promise to tell you about it after breakfast only," She poked her sister's shoulder. "If you tell me what happened between you and Ben."
Kim stiffened, a guilty expression clouding her features as she nodded.
Yakima, upon seeing it, immediately pulled her into a hug whispering, "Meet me in your room after breakfast."
Half-conscious, she wriggled an arm free of the warm covers and slapped at the bedside table, searching for her phone as the relentless *rrriiinnnggg* burrowed into her brain. She swept her hand across its smooth surface till her knuckles bumped against the errant device and after some fumbling, managed silenced the annoyance.
Roused from her slumber, Yakima sat up, rubbing her tired eyes. Yawning, she stretched her arms overhead, letting out a satisfied grunt as her shoulders popped before letting them go limp. When she opened her eyes, she blinked in confusion at the unfamiliar room she was in. It took a few moments for her sleepy brain to click into gear.
"...Right." she mumbled, recalling yesterday.
To say that the previous day had been eventful would've been the understatement of her young adult life.
She felt her cheeks heat up as everything that had transpired came rushing back. The meeting with Miss Mary and her children, her chaotic photo-shoot, and finally Olivia's generous offer to sponsor her. All of it centered around the little man sleeping in the dollhouse nary a foot away.
How an inch tall man cause so much turmoil was still a mystery to her, but yesterday was proof enough of it.
Yakima quietly slipped out of bed, and tiptoed to the house, peering through the second story window.
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief seeing Ben was still there, sound asleep. Yesterday must've really worn the little guy out, not that she could blame him, seeing as she herself wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the warm covers and drift off to sleep. But there were things she needed to do...and more importantly, some questions that needed to be answered.
Keeping an eye on the dollhouse, Yakima quickly gathers up her clothes for the day before stripping out her T-shirt.
Her breasts, in defiance of gravity, hung almost perpendicularly from her chest.
While the swaying masses were her pride and joy, but there were some downsides to having such huge breasts, like getting dressed for example. It took a few minutes for her to manhandle her massive mams into the confines of her bra, but once that was done, it took far less time to slip into the rest of her outfit and quietly leave out of the room.
With the door left ajar for Ben, Yakima headed down the hall.
It looked like Mary was an early bird as the delectable scent of breakfast pervaded the house. The young model simply followed her nose to find an impressive spread laid out on the table. Sarah and Claire were already digging in as Yakima took a seat and nabbed some bacon before the two teens devoured the dwindling pile.
With her breakfast now secured, Yakima looked around but didn't see her little sister.
"Kim's in the shower." Claire helpfully informed her.
"Oh, thank you."
Nodding her thanks, Yakima slowly chewed her breakfast as she mulled over how she was going to broach the topic of Ben. Something had happened between them. That much she was certain of and if she took Miss Mary's words into account then it wasn't hard to connect the dots. Kim had most likely been a part of Ben's last disappearance (not counting her own escapade with him) and with obviously she was crushing on him, her little sister must be twisting herself into knots over it.
Yakima was worried, as she herself felt the same budding feelings for the small man.
She was not looking forward to this.
And it came sooner rather than later as Kim came out of the bathroom, hair still damp with water.
"Ohayō" Kim murmured sleepily.
"Good morning." The rest of the table responded.
Yakima stood and pulled her into a hug, which Kim took the opportunity to bury her face in her older sister's massive cleavage. Once separated, Yakima handed Kim a plate loaded with food she saved before the other two teens had finished off the table. Kim happily took it and chowed down, pulling up a seat beside her sister.
"Where's Ben?" she asked after a few bites.
"He's still in bed." Yakima answered, slathering a healthy about of butter on her toast. "I checked on him earlier."
"Oh." Was her dejected answer but Yakima didn't miss how her shoulders relaxed hearing that he wasn't running around where they couldn't see him. "So, what happened yesterday Yaki?"
"Hmm?"
"You never told us what happened at your photo shoot."
This had drawn the attention of everyone else at the table... Sarah especially, which Yakima saw what she could only describe as a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Instead of answering, Yakima took a bite of toast, buying herself a moment to think. She had never been a very good liar. Whether it be her family or friends, they always seemed to know when she wasn't being completely honest with them. And Kim especially. Her little sister was practically psychic whenever Yakima tried to play fast and loose with the truth. And though she didn't want to, Miss Mary and her two daughters wouldn't know she wasn't being completely honest with them...right?
Well, here goes nothing.
"Nothing happened." Yakima lied through her teeth. "Rachel had us do a few beach shots together, though Olivia insisted she be in front." That wasn't a lie as the Hispanic model made it clear how she views her colleagues. "From there, it was the usual photos. I found Ben afterwards. H-He ended up stuck in my underwear and I almost..." Her face heated up, but not for reasons told.
Sarah and Claire giggled in response, though the former was blushing as well. Kim on the other hand, stared at her older sister suspiciously and Yakima mouthed "Later".
"And our little bro didn't get to see some drop-dead models?" Sarah pressed.
Yakima momentarily flashed back to frenzied scrabble for Ben.
"I don't know." She shrugged, "He might've seen either Cori or Midori since they were in the locker room with me when I found him." Partially true, they had been the last ones to see them when they left the photoshoot. Olivia, on the other hand, Yakima didn't want to talk about her any more than she had to.
"Hmm..." Sarah didn't seem satisfied with the answer and Yakima tried to keep her expression schooled.
"Now. Now." Mary thankfully interrupted. "Let Yakima enjoy her breakfast in peace. She had a busy day yesterday."
Yakima heaved a internal sigh of relief as Sarah (reluctantly) pulled away and went back to eating.
She never liked lying, especially to a nice woman like Mary but for now, it'd be best to keep what happened yesterday a secret. She and Ben still needed to hammer out the details about Olivia's offer before they told his family.
"You've always been a terrible liar sis." Kim leaned in and whispered. "And this is Ben we're talking about. So, what really happened?"
"A lot. Far more than you would believe." Yakima admitted, sighing, her voice barely audible. "And I promise to tell you about it after breakfast only," She poked her sister's shoulder. "If you tell me what happened between you and Ben."
Kim stiffened, a guilty expression clouding her features as she nodded.
Yakima, upon seeing it, immediately pulled her into a hug whispering, "Meet me in your room after breakfast."
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April 23, 2025
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