A Journey with Midori’s Booty
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 37
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
You felt more than saw as Midori stood up, given that you were stuck face-first against her booty, your feeble attempts to cry out muffled by the voluminous flesh filling your mouth. After a thorough beating, your body had been left spread-eagled on her cheek, just barely resembling a cartoonishly-squished outline of a man. Unseen to you, Cori checked her friend’s butt, a fond smile on her face as she looked at your twisted form before giving the other model an affirmative shoulder-tap. Knowing that you were secure, the Asian girl grabbed a nearby pair of yoga pants which had been sized for Cori, struggling for a moment to get them over the sheer bulk of her rear but eventually succeeding after a few good tugs. Smoothing the stretched fabric out across her backside, she was pleased to note that she couldn’t even feel your presence there, making it highly unlikely you would be found.
On your end, you felt the flesh to which you were attached jiggling excessively before a tight force rolled over you, pinning you in place and making it next to impossible for you to reform. From past experience you knew well that this meant you were now trapped within Midori’s pants and realised with a start that you were at a very real risk of now being brought along on their trip. Despite your earlier thoughts, you knew for a fact that you would prefer for that not to be the case. You did your best to struggle, to cry out, but it was useless, your tight prison leaving you unable to move, and any small sounds you could make muffled to the point of inaudibility by the absorbent qualities of your new captor’s rear. Blissfully unaware of your distress, your host headed back to the main room with Cori and Yakima in tow, the blonde hiding a laugh as she watched her friend’s booty bouncing along.
Midori was greatly enjoying the chance to play with you, feeling a deep warmth at the idea of having you all to herself, if only for the time-being. Honestly, she’d prefer if she was able to flirt with you more directly. To let you know that she knew where you were, loved having you there, and would love to have you there and elsewhere in the future, for as long and as deeply as you wanted. But she was sure she’d get the chance to do that over the next three days with you and her best friends. For now, she knew that you were getting the chance to spend some quality time with her best asset that no man could possibly resist and were probably having the time of your life. Like Cori, she had no intention of actually stealing you away from Yakima, but she still wanted to have her fun before she inevitably helped her precious friend get together with the little man who had stolen their hearts.
It was only when the three had reconvened with Rachel, and a still-perturbed Olivia that Yakima went to say something to you and finally realised that you were gone, clearly panicking as she pat herself down and started to look around frantically. “Ben! Ben!!!” Though you could hear her cries, there wasn’t much you could do other than hope they’d find you. Yet, as she escalated to starting to remove her clothes, Rachel stepped in, placing a calming hand on the model’s shoulder, and stilling her movements. “Calm down Yakima. He couldn’t have gotten far.” Turning to the nearest crew member, one of the photographers, she quickly jotted down a note and handed it over. “Get anyone who isn’t busy and look for Ben. Once you find him, make sure he gets back to this address.” The other woman nodded and headed off, as the manager turned back to her models. “The five of us, however, need to go. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know as soon as I get confirmation that Ben is safe.”
Yakima was still very concerned about you, but she knew better than to argue against her boss, so despite your silent protests and begging for a further search, you were instead carried helplessly along as the group headed out to Rachel’s car. Olivia taking the front seat, while the other three models all squeezed into the back, Midori claiming the middle as she happily plopped herself down and grinded her booty back and forth for good measure, feigning a small itch. The pressure hurt of course, but as you realised that you’d passed the point of no return you tried to relax and enjoy it for what it was worth, even as the intruding rears of Cori and Yakima to either side compacted the mass above you, and permeated you with such heat that you felt as if you were going to melt completely.
You had to admit that Midori was a beautiful woman, and her rear was truly a wonder to behold, so it wasn’t the worst position you’d ever found yourself in. Not to mention that she seemed friendly enough that you were fairly sure that you weren’t at risk of being taken away forever. The warmth you were experiencing was intense, but also comforting in a way, and while you were thoroughly crushed, the epic booty to which you were attached was soft enough that it wasn’t truly agonising. At this point, you realised you were just going to have to wait until Midori removed her pants, and hope to get someone’s attention then, either making your way back home or at least being kept safe. Fortunately, given her job, the model was someone who often had eyes glued to her rear.
Things got a little easier when the group boarded the small private jet that would take them to the island, as the seats weren’t quite as tight and the vibrations more subdued. It was still a crushing and hot experience, but it was easier to imagine you were being embraced in a more intimate fashion if you closed your eyes and let your mind drift. You actually managed to drift off at some point during the flight, woken by the sudden bounce as Midori hoped down the airstairs and taking a moment to remember where you were as the world around you jiggled enthusiastically. Another quick car trip brought all of you to your accommodation, and you vaguely heard the sounds of Rachel and Olivia splitting off and the clack of a door before the pressure on your back finally disappeared altogether.
In the outside world, Midori stretched languidly after closing and locking the door to their room, sharing a brief smile with Yakima before removing her pants with the intent both of changing into some fresh clothes and finally revealing her happy little passenger. While you couldn’t see it, the nearby Cori almost burst out laughing as she saw your squished body spread across her friend’s butt. Hours of heating and squishing had reduced you to little more than a smear across the Asian girl’s vast rear, visible only because of your differing skin tone and slightly raised skin around your edges. She’d suspected the trip would do a number on you, but this was something else altogether. The blonde would almost have felt bad if she wasn’t positive that you were enjoying every second of it.
Midori meanwhile knew you were still secured to her body from the look on Cori’s face alone, glad that you hadn’t rubbed off on her pants during the trip, as it would have made your ‘discovery’ a bit more difficult to pull off convincingly. As it was, she was able to move to the final stage of their plan as she went to a nearby bag and bent over to rummage around inside, making a show of throwing clothes around as she hummed loudly, and deliberately directing her butt towards a still oblivious Yakima. She even gave a couple of unnecessary wiggles in order to draw her friend’s attention to the jiggling mass, biting her lip in anticipation of the shocked gasp that she was sure was going to follow.
However, Yakima just wasn’t paying attention right now. The buxom model was absentmindedly folding the top she had just removed over and over again, her mind back in your hometown as she stared listlessly into space. Even after asking several times, Rachel had yet to tell her that you had been found and safely returned to your family, and she hoped desperately that you were okay. That she hadn’t derailed your life so badly that you would never see your mother and sisters again. You’d already spent one night away from your family. She didn’t want you to experience that again. Not to mention, she wished she had been more honest with you about her feelings. As much as she loved her little sister, she didn’t want to hide things from you. She wanted to tell you how she really felt.
Now having been bent over for several minutes, Midori began to wonder what was taking so long, glancing over her shoulder briefly and rolling her eyes as she saw Yakima was lost in her thoughts. She could guess what the other girl was thinking about, but if she’d just glance over her concerns could be put to rest, not to mention that they’d all get the chance to flirt and play with you properly. But if she got much more obvious than this it was going to be hard to feign innocence, and there was only so long she could remain bent over before it got weird. Right now, she had half a mind to just grab a new pair of pants and keep you to herself as punishment for her friend’s absentmindedness. They’d still be able to release you later, and she knew you wouldn’t say no to more time with her.
Thankfully for you, realising that Yakima wasn’t taking the bait and Midori was getting impatient, Cori decided to intervene, shaking her head in rueful exasperation at the scene. “Hey Yaki, would you mind grabbing me my white top from Dori’s bag. I’m still trying to find those nice jeans I got.” The direct calling of her name was finally enough to get your housemate’s attention, glancing over at Midori and instantly rolling her eyes at the sight of her friend ‘unintentionally’ mooning her with her generous posterior. Her lips parted to say something, only to pause mid-way through the action as her eyes alighted on a slight discoloration on the model’s butt, squinting slightly as she leant closer.
On your end, you felt the flesh to which you were attached jiggling excessively before a tight force rolled over you, pinning you in place and making it next to impossible for you to reform. From past experience you knew well that this meant you were now trapped within Midori’s pants and realised with a start that you were at a very real risk of now being brought along on their trip. Despite your earlier thoughts, you knew for a fact that you would prefer for that not to be the case. You did your best to struggle, to cry out, but it was useless, your tight prison leaving you unable to move, and any small sounds you could make muffled to the point of inaudibility by the absorbent qualities of your new captor’s rear. Blissfully unaware of your distress, your host headed back to the main room with Cori and Yakima in tow, the blonde hiding a laugh as she watched her friend’s booty bouncing along.
Midori was greatly enjoying the chance to play with you, feeling a deep warmth at the idea of having you all to herself, if only for the time-being. Honestly, she’d prefer if she was able to flirt with you more directly. To let you know that she knew where you were, loved having you there, and would love to have you there and elsewhere in the future, for as long and as deeply as you wanted. But she was sure she’d get the chance to do that over the next three days with you and her best friends. For now, she knew that you were getting the chance to spend some quality time with her best asset that no man could possibly resist and were probably having the time of your life. Like Cori, she had no intention of actually stealing you away from Yakima, but she still wanted to have her fun before she inevitably helped her precious friend get together with the little man who had stolen their hearts.
It was only when the three had reconvened with Rachel, and a still-perturbed Olivia that Yakima went to say something to you and finally realised that you were gone, clearly panicking as she pat herself down and started to look around frantically. “Ben! Ben!!!” Though you could hear her cries, there wasn’t much you could do other than hope they’d find you. Yet, as she escalated to starting to remove her clothes, Rachel stepped in, placing a calming hand on the model’s shoulder, and stilling her movements. “Calm down Yakima. He couldn’t have gotten far.” Turning to the nearest crew member, one of the photographers, she quickly jotted down a note and handed it over. “Get anyone who isn’t busy and look for Ben. Once you find him, make sure he gets back to this address.” The other woman nodded and headed off, as the manager turned back to her models. “The five of us, however, need to go. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know as soon as I get confirmation that Ben is safe.”
Yakima was still very concerned about you, but she knew better than to argue against her boss, so despite your silent protests and begging for a further search, you were instead carried helplessly along as the group headed out to Rachel’s car. Olivia taking the front seat, while the other three models all squeezed into the back, Midori claiming the middle as she happily plopped herself down and grinded her booty back and forth for good measure, feigning a small itch. The pressure hurt of course, but as you realised that you’d passed the point of no return you tried to relax and enjoy it for what it was worth, even as the intruding rears of Cori and Yakima to either side compacted the mass above you, and permeated you with such heat that you felt as if you were going to melt completely.
You had to admit that Midori was a beautiful woman, and her rear was truly a wonder to behold, so it wasn’t the worst position you’d ever found yourself in. Not to mention that she seemed friendly enough that you were fairly sure that you weren’t at risk of being taken away forever. The warmth you were experiencing was intense, but also comforting in a way, and while you were thoroughly crushed, the epic booty to which you were attached was soft enough that it wasn’t truly agonising. At this point, you realised you were just going to have to wait until Midori removed her pants, and hope to get someone’s attention then, either making your way back home or at least being kept safe. Fortunately, given her job, the model was someone who often had eyes glued to her rear.
Things got a little easier when the group boarded the small private jet that would take them to the island, as the seats weren’t quite as tight and the vibrations more subdued. It was still a crushing and hot experience, but it was easier to imagine you were being embraced in a more intimate fashion if you closed your eyes and let your mind drift. You actually managed to drift off at some point during the flight, woken by the sudden bounce as Midori hoped down the airstairs and taking a moment to remember where you were as the world around you jiggled enthusiastically. Another quick car trip brought all of you to your accommodation, and you vaguely heard the sounds of Rachel and Olivia splitting off and the clack of a door before the pressure on your back finally disappeared altogether.
In the outside world, Midori stretched languidly after closing and locking the door to their room, sharing a brief smile with Yakima before removing her pants with the intent both of changing into some fresh clothes and finally revealing her happy little passenger. While you couldn’t see it, the nearby Cori almost burst out laughing as she saw your squished body spread across her friend’s butt. Hours of heating and squishing had reduced you to little more than a smear across the Asian girl’s vast rear, visible only because of your differing skin tone and slightly raised skin around your edges. She’d suspected the trip would do a number on you, but this was something else altogether. The blonde would almost have felt bad if she wasn’t positive that you were enjoying every second of it.
Midori meanwhile knew you were still secured to her body from the look on Cori’s face alone, glad that you hadn’t rubbed off on her pants during the trip, as it would have made your ‘discovery’ a bit more difficult to pull off convincingly. As it was, she was able to move to the final stage of their plan as she went to a nearby bag and bent over to rummage around inside, making a show of throwing clothes around as she hummed loudly, and deliberately directing her butt towards a still oblivious Yakima. She even gave a couple of unnecessary wiggles in order to draw her friend’s attention to the jiggling mass, biting her lip in anticipation of the shocked gasp that she was sure was going to follow.
However, Yakima just wasn’t paying attention right now. The buxom model was absentmindedly folding the top she had just removed over and over again, her mind back in your hometown as she stared listlessly into space. Even after asking several times, Rachel had yet to tell her that you had been found and safely returned to your family, and she hoped desperately that you were okay. That she hadn’t derailed your life so badly that you would never see your mother and sisters again. You’d already spent one night away from your family. She didn’t want you to experience that again. Not to mention, she wished she had been more honest with you about her feelings. As much as she loved her little sister, she didn’t want to hide things from you. She wanted to tell you how she really felt.
Now having been bent over for several minutes, Midori began to wonder what was taking so long, glancing over her shoulder briefly and rolling her eyes as she saw Yakima was lost in her thoughts. She could guess what the other girl was thinking about, but if she’d just glance over her concerns could be put to rest, not to mention that they’d all get the chance to flirt and play with you properly. But if she got much more obvious than this it was going to be hard to feign innocence, and there was only so long she could remain bent over before it got weird. Right now, she had half a mind to just grab a new pair of pants and keep you to herself as punishment for her friend’s absentmindedness. They’d still be able to release you later, and she knew you wouldn’t say no to more time with her.
Thankfully for you, realising that Yakima wasn’t taking the bait and Midori was getting impatient, Cori decided to intervene, shaking her head in rueful exasperation at the scene. “Hey Yaki, would you mind grabbing me my white top from Dori’s bag. I’m still trying to find those nice jeans I got.” The direct calling of her name was finally enough to get your housemate’s attention, glancing over at Midori and instantly rolling her eyes at the sight of her friend ‘unintentionally’ mooning her with her generous posterior. Her lips parted to say something, only to pause mid-way through the action as her eyes alighted on a slight discoloration on the model’s butt, squinting slightly as she leant closer.
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