Friends Make Everything Worse
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 31
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
Your jaw nearly hit the table as you looked up to find herself staring up at the colossal shelfs of the undersides of two of your recent colleagues’ chests. Even if their faces were obscured from view, you were embarrassed to admit that you could recognise who was who just from the size of their curves and the skin tone of their exposed flesh. To the left, chest managing to match that of Yakima as it threatened to escape a green tube top while blue jeans stretched around her large rear, was Cori. To the right, red crop top barely containing breasts just a tad smaller than her companion’s, while a pink skirt and sheer black nylons struggled to restrain her truly massive rear, was Midori.
Yakima alone was eye-catching enough, and you imagined with the three of them in one place they were probably drawing every eye in the building right now. Not that you were going to take the time to check, as you were far too busy drinking in the view yourself. Last time you’d been surrounded by these three, and others, you’d been trying to escape being trampled and squished by them, so it was a more than pleasant experience to be able to just sit there and enjoy the view without any real risk. Of course, you didn’t really know either of these girls, and while their obvious flirtations had thrilled you and they seemed nicer than Olivia at least, you were aware that at least a modicum of caution was warranted and got to your feet for the purpose of greeting them with appropriate decorum.
For her part, Yakima seemed as surprised as you to see the new arrivals. “Did the two of you follow me here?” The Asian girl’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but more openly questioning, and was met with a laugh from Midori. “Heh. No. Seriously, I love you and all Yaki, but not that much.” Obscured from your view, the cheerful model flashed a bright smile at her long-time friend, while throwing an arm around the shoulders of her newer companion. “I asked Cori what the best place to eat around here was and she offered to show me herself.” Said blonde seemed unphased by the arm placement, just flashing her own smile at Yakima as she pulled out the nearest seat. “What can I say, this place has the best burgers.” Shrugging her shoulders free of their latest adornment, she dropped herself heavily into the seat, the cheap plastic groaning from the impact. “Mind if me and Midori join you?”
Unfortunately, what none of the models noticed, even as Yakima gave her agreement, was that the force of Cori dropping into her chair and the resulting rocking of the simple table had caused you to lose your balance and tumble off the edge of your perch, falling to the hard surface of a chair below. That alone would have been fine, as the fall wasn’t far, and you were left only slightly dazed rather than significantly inconvenienced. Had anyone noticed your fate in that moment you could have been retrieved without issue and all had a good laugh about the close call. Of course, the fact that Midori dropped herself into the same seat a moment later ended up complicating things somewhat.
From your perspective you’d barely even gotten the chance to realise what had happened before Midori’s massive rear fell on you like a pair of twin planets. With the model having flipped her skirt up as she sat you were met with her nylon-covered left buttock as it crushed you without hesitation or mercy, instantly reducing you to a two-dimensional figure. Of course, it was not the first time you’d been sat on by this rear today, but that didn’t make the experience any less impactful to you. If anything, the hard surface of the cheap chair just made it more intense as Midori twisted to get comfortable, her massive behind spilling off the sides while managing to keep you firmly trapped.
The sheer mass bearing down on you was enough to keep you flat despite the pleasant texture of the supple flesh, the dangerously thin nylons doing nothing to lessen the feeling of it. The warmth of Midori’s body was simultaneously pleasant and stifling as it seeped into you, almost as if trying to fill you to make up for the time you had spent apart. Despite your location the surrounding aroma was not unpleasant, a lingering sheen of lotions and soap mixed with a light layer of sweat. If things had been a little different and the person above you had been aware of your presence you could almost have called the entire situation pleasant, though as it was you still desperately hoped for it to end.
Above, and completely oblivious to what was going on beneath her butt, Midori smiled broadly as she lent forward to rest her breasts against the table, closely mirrored by Cori so that the majority of the table’s surface was now covered by the three women’s chests. “Sooo, what happened with the little guy Yaki? Last we saw, Rachel handed him over to you right? Did you give him back to his little girlfriend already, or are the two of you going to… have some fun first?” She wiggled her eyebrows a little at the end to make her point clear, her companion smirking alongside her, equally interested in the response. In truth, Midori had always liked Kim well enough, but she’d also seen the way that her best friend looked at you. Seen the way she cradled you to her chest. The way she kissed you.
Cori had seen it as well, and while she didn’t know Yakima well yet, she knew those longing looks well enough from having been on the receiving end all of her life. As much as she loved the thought of having you for herself, and knew that she wasn’t alone in that assessment, she’d reached a silent agreement with Midori that they’d let their colleague have first dibs. “Hmm, that’s right. Surely after the treatment Olivia gave him, he wouldn’t say no to a little after care don’t you think?” Despite her own convictions, the blonde couldn’t help but imagine all of the ways she could provide you such care, squirming a little in her seat and smirking as she watched her friend do the same beside her.
Stuck beneath the hot and heavy mass of Midori’s rear you couldn’t hear any of this, but you did feel the nervous shifting as Yakima finally realised you were missing and informed her co-workers. When the weight finally abated you felt some relief, only to groan internally as you found you were lifted into the air, carried along with the nylons you had been ironed to as the pink skirt fluttered down to completely hide you from view. At least now you could hear that the search was on, obvious concern in the voices of all three as they checked the surrounding surfaces. Despite your position, you were touched that they cared, and now that you weren’t being actively crushed you could more actively appreciate getting up close and personal with such a luscious booty. Though you couldn’t see it, Cori even spared a glance for your hiding place, though didn’t think to check beneath the skirt itself.
When you failed to turn up in their immediate surroundings, the models began to expand the search area, and you were carried along with the oblivious Midori as she headed towards the rear of the seating area, wondering if perhaps you had been thrown clear when they took their seats. At first you moved in time with the Asian girl’s cheek, bouncing and jiggling as she took quick steps in search of the darling little guy she’d already gotten attached to. Fortunately, the squishing you had received wasn’t enough to leave you truly stuck, and the constant shifting gradually began to work you free, your body peeling away from the warm surface like a worn sticker. Briefly you feared falling to the ground and being lost among the feet of the restaurant’s patrons, but at the last moment your arm reformed enough to snag the edge of your unaware captor’s skirt, leaving you hanging precariously.
“Midori! Hey! Down h-mph!” While your breath was short and your strength waning, you did your best to try and get the attention of the giant model, but it seemed you were too far from her face to be heard over the general din of the restaurant. Instead, you were constantly being bumped against her bulbous posterior as you were swung to-and-fro, your cries muffled each time your face made contact with the warm expanse. Coincidentally, your grip began to fail just as Yakima suddenly called out her friend’s name, causing Midori to turn suddenly and sending you flying as your hand let go.
Disoriented, you feared the worst before colliding with a green surface, what felt like fabric giving way slightly before snapping back, rebounding your tiny form. This time you were airborne for a scant second before landing on something more solid, and found yourself staring up at a familiar sight, the bare underside of Cori’s breasts. Realising that you had just bounced off the blonde’s top and had in fact landed back on the table you’d come from you breathed a sigh of relief. Regrettably, that sigh was cut off midway as the unaware model above you sat back down and slammed her huge breasts onto the table, instantly burying you once more beneath the bulk of a woman’s curves.
The weight wasn’t as bad as it had been under Midori, but it was more comparable than you would have thought as the blonde leant forward and rested most of her weight on the table, sighing deeply at her failure to find you. Her right breast steamrolled across you with crushing force, the exposed underside of her breasts spreading out across the table while the smell of her perfume invaded your nostrils. As her body warmth soaked into you it was almost as if Cori’s chest was doing its level best to imprint itself on your consciousness, eager to match the earlier efforts of her colleagues. While you could appreciate the chance to get this close, you did hope that you wouldn’t stay here for long.
Is salvation on the cards for you, or is this just the beginning of an unfortunate series of events?
Yakima alone was eye-catching enough, and you imagined with the three of them in one place they were probably drawing every eye in the building right now. Not that you were going to take the time to check, as you were far too busy drinking in the view yourself. Last time you’d been surrounded by these three, and others, you’d been trying to escape being trampled and squished by them, so it was a more than pleasant experience to be able to just sit there and enjoy the view without any real risk. Of course, you didn’t really know either of these girls, and while their obvious flirtations had thrilled you and they seemed nicer than Olivia at least, you were aware that at least a modicum of caution was warranted and got to your feet for the purpose of greeting them with appropriate decorum.
For her part, Yakima seemed as surprised as you to see the new arrivals. “Did the two of you follow me here?” The Asian girl’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but more openly questioning, and was met with a laugh from Midori. “Heh. No. Seriously, I love you and all Yaki, but not that much.” Obscured from your view, the cheerful model flashed a bright smile at her long-time friend, while throwing an arm around the shoulders of her newer companion. “I asked Cori what the best place to eat around here was and she offered to show me herself.” Said blonde seemed unphased by the arm placement, just flashing her own smile at Yakima as she pulled out the nearest seat. “What can I say, this place has the best burgers.” Shrugging her shoulders free of their latest adornment, she dropped herself heavily into the seat, the cheap plastic groaning from the impact. “Mind if me and Midori join you?”
Unfortunately, what none of the models noticed, even as Yakima gave her agreement, was that the force of Cori dropping into her chair and the resulting rocking of the simple table had caused you to lose your balance and tumble off the edge of your perch, falling to the hard surface of a chair below. That alone would have been fine, as the fall wasn’t far, and you were left only slightly dazed rather than significantly inconvenienced. Had anyone noticed your fate in that moment you could have been retrieved without issue and all had a good laugh about the close call. Of course, the fact that Midori dropped herself into the same seat a moment later ended up complicating things somewhat.
From your perspective you’d barely even gotten the chance to realise what had happened before Midori’s massive rear fell on you like a pair of twin planets. With the model having flipped her skirt up as she sat you were met with her nylon-covered left buttock as it crushed you without hesitation or mercy, instantly reducing you to a two-dimensional figure. Of course, it was not the first time you’d been sat on by this rear today, but that didn’t make the experience any less impactful to you. If anything, the hard surface of the cheap chair just made it more intense as Midori twisted to get comfortable, her massive behind spilling off the sides while managing to keep you firmly trapped.
The sheer mass bearing down on you was enough to keep you flat despite the pleasant texture of the supple flesh, the dangerously thin nylons doing nothing to lessen the feeling of it. The warmth of Midori’s body was simultaneously pleasant and stifling as it seeped into you, almost as if trying to fill you to make up for the time you had spent apart. Despite your location the surrounding aroma was not unpleasant, a lingering sheen of lotions and soap mixed with a light layer of sweat. If things had been a little different and the person above you had been aware of your presence you could almost have called the entire situation pleasant, though as it was you still desperately hoped for it to end.
Above, and completely oblivious to what was going on beneath her butt, Midori smiled broadly as she lent forward to rest her breasts against the table, closely mirrored by Cori so that the majority of the table’s surface was now covered by the three women’s chests. “Sooo, what happened with the little guy Yaki? Last we saw, Rachel handed him over to you right? Did you give him back to his little girlfriend already, or are the two of you going to… have some fun first?” She wiggled her eyebrows a little at the end to make her point clear, her companion smirking alongside her, equally interested in the response. In truth, Midori had always liked Kim well enough, but she’d also seen the way that her best friend looked at you. Seen the way she cradled you to her chest. The way she kissed you.
Cori had seen it as well, and while she didn’t know Yakima well yet, she knew those longing looks well enough from having been on the receiving end all of her life. As much as she loved the thought of having you for herself, and knew that she wasn’t alone in that assessment, she’d reached a silent agreement with Midori that they’d let their colleague have first dibs. “Hmm, that’s right. Surely after the treatment Olivia gave him, he wouldn’t say no to a little after care don’t you think?” Despite her own convictions, the blonde couldn’t help but imagine all of the ways she could provide you such care, squirming a little in her seat and smirking as she watched her friend do the same beside her.
Stuck beneath the hot and heavy mass of Midori’s rear you couldn’t hear any of this, but you did feel the nervous shifting as Yakima finally realised you were missing and informed her co-workers. When the weight finally abated you felt some relief, only to groan internally as you found you were lifted into the air, carried along with the nylons you had been ironed to as the pink skirt fluttered down to completely hide you from view. At least now you could hear that the search was on, obvious concern in the voices of all three as they checked the surrounding surfaces. Despite your position, you were touched that they cared, and now that you weren’t being actively crushed you could more actively appreciate getting up close and personal with such a luscious booty. Though you couldn’t see it, Cori even spared a glance for your hiding place, though didn’t think to check beneath the skirt itself.
When you failed to turn up in their immediate surroundings, the models began to expand the search area, and you were carried along with the oblivious Midori as she headed towards the rear of the seating area, wondering if perhaps you had been thrown clear when they took their seats. At first you moved in time with the Asian girl’s cheek, bouncing and jiggling as she took quick steps in search of the darling little guy she’d already gotten attached to. Fortunately, the squishing you had received wasn’t enough to leave you truly stuck, and the constant shifting gradually began to work you free, your body peeling away from the warm surface like a worn sticker. Briefly you feared falling to the ground and being lost among the feet of the restaurant’s patrons, but at the last moment your arm reformed enough to snag the edge of your unaware captor’s skirt, leaving you hanging precariously.
“Midori! Hey! Down h-mph!” While your breath was short and your strength waning, you did your best to try and get the attention of the giant model, but it seemed you were too far from her face to be heard over the general din of the restaurant. Instead, you were constantly being bumped against her bulbous posterior as you were swung to-and-fro, your cries muffled each time your face made contact with the warm expanse. Coincidentally, your grip began to fail just as Yakima suddenly called out her friend’s name, causing Midori to turn suddenly and sending you flying as your hand let go.
Disoriented, you feared the worst before colliding with a green surface, what felt like fabric giving way slightly before snapping back, rebounding your tiny form. This time you were airborne for a scant second before landing on something more solid, and found yourself staring up at a familiar sight, the bare underside of Cori’s breasts. Realising that you had just bounced off the blonde’s top and had in fact landed back on the table you’d come from you breathed a sigh of relief. Regrettably, that sigh was cut off midway as the unaware model above you sat back down and slammed her huge breasts onto the table, instantly burying you once more beneath the bulk of a woman’s curves.
The weight wasn’t as bad as it had been under Midori, but it was more comparable than you would have thought as the blonde leant forward and rested most of her weight on the table, sighing deeply at her failure to find you. Her right breast steamrolled across you with crushing force, the exposed underside of her breasts spreading out across the table while the smell of her perfume invaded your nostrils. As her body warmth soaked into you it was almost as if Cori’s chest was doing its level best to imprint itself on your consciousness, eager to match the earlier efforts of her colleagues. While you could appreciate the chance to get this close, you did hope that you wouldn’t stay here for long.
Is salvation on the cards for you, or is this just the beginning of an unfortunate series of events?
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