Extended Stay With the Booty
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 38
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
Squinting at the odd smudge across her friend’s otherwise flawless cheek, something flickered at the edge of Yakima’s consciousness, telling her that this odd little stain may be important somehow. Had she managed to put two and two together right then and there you would have been easily liberated from your ‘unaware’ captor. Instead, the thought that something was important just reminded her that you were still missing, and she quickly dismissed the mark on the other girl’s rear as irrelevant compared to your wellbeing. Who had time to worry about such things when her cute roommate was missing and possibly all alone somewhere just because she had been carless with your safety? Besides, it was probably just a stain from some oil that hadn’t been properly cleaned off. Pointing it out now would only needlessly cause embarrassment when it could just as easily be dealt with later.
Her mind made up, Yakima just gently bumped Midori aside as she moved to retrieve the described top for Cori, sparing her friend a small smirk as she did so. “Stop trying to show off Dori. We all know how big your butt is, okay.” Grabbing the white tank top near the top of the bag she turned to give it to her blonde companion, her smirk switching to a polite smile as she handed it over. “Here you go.” She didn’t notice the stunned expressions on the other models’ faces at her seeming obliviousness, nor could she hear your muted attempts to yell through the flesh filling your mouth, unaware of what had just happened and just hoping that someone, anyone, would see you and retrieve you.
Shaking her head in fond exasperation, Cori turned her eyes to Midori, fully prepared to play the part of being the one to ‘notice’ that little discoloration and encouraging a further inspection, only to stop with her mouth slightly agape as her target huffed loudly and quickly grabbed and donned another pair of extremely tight yoga pants, her massive rear clearly struggling to fit inside. Stunned, the buxom girl could only stare as her friend jumped in place for a moment, before finally getting the tight fabric over the bulbous mass, once again hiding her little prize from view. For you, the brief period of feeling the air on your skin was quickly ended as another round of vibrations set in, and a now familiar tight sensation rolled over you, sealing you in again with your gelatinous roommate.
Catching the blonde’s expression, Midori rolled her eyes before walking over to the bed, plopping herself down and bouncing a little on the soft mattress as you were pounded beneath her weight. Curious, Cori joined her, and your captor spoke in a soft whisper while Yakima busied herself on the other side of the room. “I’m not just going to keep the cutie back there forever okay, but you had a whole night with him, and I only got one flight. If Yakima is too oblivious to notice what’s right in her face, then I should be entitled to have a little bit more fun.” Her smirking expression softened a to a genuine smile. “Besides, we both saw how sad he was to be left behind. Right now, he’s probably having the time of his life cuddled up to the lovely booty that saved him from loneliness.” Convinced by her own argument, the luscious model squirmed a little in place, rubbing her butt deeper into the mattress and giggling at the thought of such a cute little man getting intimate with her massive rear.
Cori chuckled at her friend’s explanation, finding herself agreeing with her points. “You’re right. I loved spending time with him, and he was clearly enjoying himself as well, in more ways than one.” She smiled fondly at the memory, casting a slightly forlorn look at your prison as she did so. Back then, the blonde had wanted to do so much more with you, but propriety had won out. “Okay. You can hold onto the little cutie for now, but just remember that next time one of us needs to hide him or hold onto him for a bit, it’s my turn.” Receiving a nod of confirmation, she rose and went back to getting changed, leaving the other model smiling happily in self-satisfaction as she surreptitiously rubbed her large behind against the bed’s mattress, eyes slipping closed with obvious enjoyment.
Now alone with her thoughts, Midori allowed herself to focus fully on the sensation of your tiny body beneath her mass, just barely able to feel an almost imperceptible lump at the very edge of her perception. She could feel both her pulse and her body temperature rising at the thought of how effortlessly she could dominate your entire world, biting her lip to avoid moaning. With each little shift she could feel you being pressed between her bare flesh and her tight pants, between the mass of her rear and the soft surface of the mattress. The tiniest of vibrations accompanied your attempts to call out for help, and while she guessed they were merely aftershocks of her own movements she allowed herself to daydream that you were actually kissing her behind. If only she could feel like this every day, she felt that she could truly be happy and content. If only you were hers and hers alone.
Much like Yakima and Cori, Midori had been accosted since puberty by boys and men who seemed to believe that her assets constituted some form of open invitation to soliciting, or that they in some way communicated consent to being touched. They also seemed to believe that being a big strong man somehow made them entitled to her. That they were the only men who could be worthy of her body. Whereas Midori herself had always preferred gentler, more softly-spoken individuals. Not that she needed to be the dominate one. She just wanted to be treated as a person. Unfortunately, most such persons were too intimated by her assets to even approach her, convinced without trying that she was too good for them and would laugh in their faces if they so much as tried speaking to her. A sweet little guy like you, who seemed to be neither scared nor intimated was just too perfect, and she couldn’t help but wish that she had met you before Yakima and could have really gone for it.
Buried as you were, you hadn’t heard a single word of the quiet discussion between Cori and Midori, though you had certainly felt the movement as your captor squirmed in place, wondering if it meant you had succeeded in at least causing her an itch, albeit with unintended consequences. To be fair, the whole experience hadn’t been that bad after the initial crushing landing on the bed, as despite the heat and pressure the feeling of being entombed beneath the Asian girl’s rear was actually kind of pleasant in its own way. The heat permeated your body almost like being snuggled up in a warm blanket, and there was more than enough give in Midori’s bulbous flesh to turn what should have been crushing movements into something closer to a full-body massage despite your flattened state.
You still wanted to escape of course, if only because you hated the idea of being stuck with no-one knowing where you were, but you had to admit that had things been a bit different in your life right now you may have been willing to return to such a position within a more controlled environment. Maybe you could ask Yakima if she’d sit on you like this at home, smothering you softly between her butt and the bed in your shared bedroom. She wasn’t quite as large back there, but her butt was still far larger than- You cut that trail of thoughts off there, forcibly pushing down the idea and reminding yourself that you were not seeing Yakima in that way, nor for that matter were you seeing Cori or Midori, even if it was their faces that now came to mind when you imagined such intimacy. And you certainly should not be thinking about what it might be like for Olivia to do this to you, so the mental image of her truly gargantuan booty descending on you had no place being in your mind right now.
Thankfully, your errant thought processes were interrupted as your captor gave one last squirm and stood from her position, stretching with unnecessary emphasis before turning to her friends. “I’m going to head outside for a bit. Just got to stretch my legs out.” Yakima smiled and wished her well, while Cori just smirked at her knowingly. You, on the other hand, felt your prison bouncing back into motion as Midori made her way out the door, each step sending jiggles through the fleshy cheeks, even trapped as they were within the skin-tight yoga pants. As the bouncing increased tenfold, you couldn’t help but wonder why the model had decided to take the stairs when you were sure there had been an elevator on the way up. Not that it was easy to think when you were shaking every which way, the surrounding flesh moving all around you like the tight crush of bodies in a mosh pit.
For Midori, the feeling of her assets bouncing despite the supposedly reinforced strength of her clothing was usually something of an annoyance to her, but knowing where you were she felt only a sense of quiet elation that she was able to share this moment with her tiny little friend. She knew that her time with you would be limited, so she wanted to get in at least one activity with you before that time was up, though wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do. The sun was beginning to inch towards the horizon, creating a tranquil scene as a cool breeze washed in from the ocean, so she could easily just go for a walk or a jog along the seemingly endless beach. Or maybe she could decide to take notice of that little ‘itch’ on her booty and investigate further, feigning shock at discovering her tiny stowaway while offering to ‘look after you’ and keep you hidden from Rachel and Olivia.
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