Nighttime Negotiations
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 40
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
“Hey Cori, something is itching me like crazy. Can you please take a look.” Maybe it was that it was said a little louder, or maybe the stitching of the pants behind you had yawned just a little to let the words through, but it was the first clear sentence you’d heard in hours and your heart leapt at the implications. It was admittedly strange that you felt a small bit of pride that, despite your earlier expectations, you had managed to actually get yourself noticed by the curvy model. Granted, being noticed as little more than an itch wasn’t exactly a sterling achievement by most people’s standards, but having been reduced to little more than a smear on Midori’s flesh, you’d take what you could. A feeling of movement suggested the two were relocating, hopefully heralding your imminent release.
High above your prison, Cori giggled as she followed her friend into the room’s small bathroom, having caught on to the game that they were playing now. The blonde had initially intended to come clean to you about their purpose in bringing you here, but playing along that it was all an accident seemed fun too. After all, teasing you was a true joy, so long as no-one got hurt in the long run. Once the door was closed and they were at least reasonably sure that Yakima was still sound asleep, Midori struggled her way out of her pants, the garment providing even more resistance than before now that it was dampened with sweat. Watching the Asian’s girl colossal rear jiggle and shake was truly a sight to behold, and Cori smirked as she thought of how much fun you must be having down there, wondering if perhaps she should introduce you to her own luscious rear as well next time.
Eventually though the deed was done, and with a final yank, Midori got her pants over the widest point of her booty, after which they slid down to the floor easily. Leaning forward to present her wide load as best as possible, the model looked over her shoulder, just barely managing to keep her voice concerned rather than too obviously joyous. “So, do you see anything unusual? If it’s scratched up or something I’m going to have to get the concealer.” A naughty part of Cori was tempted to do just that, to grab her makeup kit and seal you away on her friend’s cheek, just to see how long they could keep this game going. But… no, as much as she was sure you were enjoying yourself, she also felt you’d appreciate a change of scenery, as well as a change to be with Yakima again. And besides, if you remained attached to Midori, then she wouldn’t’ get a chance to play with you more herself.
For you, the wait for Cori’s response seemed to last an eternity. This was it. Exposed to the world you could only hope and pray that the blonde would recognise you for what you were, or at least understand that you were something to be removed and not covered up. “Hmm…” Your heart beat rapidly, hanging on her words. “I think…” Face first as you were you couldn’t see your would-be rescuer, but you hoped she was looking at you with attentive eyes. “…it’s not a scratch. Something is attached to your butt. It’s spread all over your cheek.” Yes! Yes, that was it. It was a bit disconcerting that you were apparently so squished that your form wasn’t instantly recognisable, but at least you would be freed. “Let me try to get it off.” Sure enough, sharp nails descended a moment later, and as a tremble ran through the flesh beneath you, they started to dig at your edges to find purchase.
Still trying to keep a straight face, Midori did her best not to laugh as the blonde’s nails tickled the sensitive flesh of her rear. “Something stuck to me? How though? It wasn’t there when I got dressed this morning, and I’ve been nowhere but the studio, the plane, and here since then.” It wasn’t like some tiny little cutie had found his way onto a seat just waiting for her glorious rear to claim him. That thought did make her giggle, though she tried to hide it with a cough a moment later. Cori just gave her a look before finally getting a good grip on your edge and peeling you off in one go, the sensation of which almost made Midori moan as you came away with a wet slurp. It was almost like you’d given her butt a big wet kiss, and she shuddered a little at the idea of having you do that again.
Unaware of these thoughts, you were just happy to be freed. As oddly pleasant as being pressed to the model’s rear had been at times, on the whole you would much rather be your true self, and as you came away from the flesh you immediately tried to focus on reforming. Fortunately, Cori placed you faceup beside the sink, giving you a brief chance to try shifting back to normal while she helped Midori to get her pants back on over her protesting rump. This gave you just enough time to form some semblance of a face within the mishappen mass that was your body, and as the two beauties turned back to face you, you called out as loud as you could. “Hello! Hello! It’s me Ben! Please don’t throw me away!” You knew how squeaky and overlooked your voice could be at times, even when your lungs were in a position to fully inflate, so you could only cross your squished fingers and wait.
The first thing you heard in response was a pair of sharp gasps, though slightly delayed and… oddly forced sounding. As your eyes readjusted to the light though the first thing you saw was too huge sets of breasts pressed into the edge of the sink in front of you, jostling for position, and any thought of their gasps being strange was instantly forgotten. Cori’s slightly larger breasts eventually won the battle for space, and nearly steam-rolled over you as she leant forward, her beautiful face looming above like a descending goddess. “Ben!? Is that really you? How did you get here little cutie?” Before you could even hope to respond, Midori surged forward again, somehow finding a space for her own rack in the little room left by the blonde as she too loomed above, every bit the goddess her friend was. “Wait. You were attached to my butt? When did that happen? If you were so desperate to come along you only needed to ask.” Her eyes bore into you, curious but thankfully not accusing.
The last thing you wanted was either of the model’s to think you had wilfully violated their privacy, terrified both at their potential retaliation and what they would tell Yakima about you. So, as your body continued to struggle to reform, you did your best to steady your voice and explain everything that had happened from your perspective. Being accidentally thrown onto the chair by Yakima, and then sat on by all three models in turn before getting attached to Midori and trapped in her pants. The long car ride and plane trip in which you had become further smeared. Your attempts to get attention that had resulted in the noticed itch. The jog in which you become yet more adhered. You were thankful that both took the time to listen and consider your explanation, instead of simply assuming the worse and crushing you as you knew many other women would of, and had, done.
It was taking everything Cori had to keep a straight face as you hurriedly explained your actions, clearly desperate to not be seen as some kind of pervert. Part of her wanted to let you know that this had been their plan all along, just to put you at ease, but a stronger part of her wanted to keep teasing you, at least for now. “Hmm, you’re beginning to make a habit of attaching yourself to us by accident aren’t you little cutie?” She laughed as your slowly reforming face paled, before waving off your concern. “Relax, I’m kidding. I’m sure it really was an accident. No hard feelings, right?” The blonde looked to Midori who nodded in agreement, her lips pulling into a small smirk as she looked down at you. “Did you enjoy the ride little man? I’ll tell you now I wouldn’t let just anyone feel up my butt like that.” She laughed as well as you struggled to finds words to respond to her teasing.
Right now you were a strange mix of terrified, relieved and hopelessly aroused. It didn’t seem like either model intended to punish you for your transgressions, but at the same time their relentless teasing made it difficult to know exactly where you stood with them. “I… I… it truly was an accident I swear. I’d never touch someone like that without their permission otherwise.” You had, of course, in your time, gotten unfortunately intimate with many women’s body parts, but that had always been either by accident, initiated by the other party, or with full consent in the case of Victoria. “And… um…” You looked to Midori who had an expression of expectation, and felt that it was best to sugar coat the truth as much as possible. “Well, err… I would say your butt was remarkably comfortable.” That earned you a giggle and a slight blush from the Asian girl, as she chewed on her bottom lip.
By this point you had mostly reformed, and were able to unsteadily climb to your feet, though even then you were still overshadowed by the massive bosoms of your hosts, which continued to block off any avenues of escape. Smiling down at you, the two exchanged a look and a nod before Cori took the lead again, her sultry tones coming back in force as she spoke. “Well then Ben. As you may be able to tell it’s starting to get late, so… we need to decide where you are sleeping tonight.” Catching on quickly you blushed about as hard as you ever had, though any attempt to respond was drowned out as Midori took over. “You see cutie, we only have three beds, and Yaki is already passed out on one. I don’t think it would be very safe for you to sleep all by yourself, so we think you should join one of us.” You gulped, already imagining all the things that could go wrong with this plan, but not sure if you could talk them out of it, or if they were even planning to give you a chance to choose.
High above your prison, Cori giggled as she followed her friend into the room’s small bathroom, having caught on to the game that they were playing now. The blonde had initially intended to come clean to you about their purpose in bringing you here, but playing along that it was all an accident seemed fun too. After all, teasing you was a true joy, so long as no-one got hurt in the long run. Once the door was closed and they were at least reasonably sure that Yakima was still sound asleep, Midori struggled her way out of her pants, the garment providing even more resistance than before now that it was dampened with sweat. Watching the Asian’s girl colossal rear jiggle and shake was truly a sight to behold, and Cori smirked as she thought of how much fun you must be having down there, wondering if perhaps she should introduce you to her own luscious rear as well next time.
Eventually though the deed was done, and with a final yank, Midori got her pants over the widest point of her booty, after which they slid down to the floor easily. Leaning forward to present her wide load as best as possible, the model looked over her shoulder, just barely managing to keep her voice concerned rather than too obviously joyous. “So, do you see anything unusual? If it’s scratched up or something I’m going to have to get the concealer.” A naughty part of Cori was tempted to do just that, to grab her makeup kit and seal you away on her friend’s cheek, just to see how long they could keep this game going. But… no, as much as she was sure you were enjoying yourself, she also felt you’d appreciate a change of scenery, as well as a change to be with Yakima again. And besides, if you remained attached to Midori, then she wouldn’t’ get a chance to play with you more herself.
For you, the wait for Cori’s response seemed to last an eternity. This was it. Exposed to the world you could only hope and pray that the blonde would recognise you for what you were, or at least understand that you were something to be removed and not covered up. “Hmm…” Your heart beat rapidly, hanging on her words. “I think…” Face first as you were you couldn’t see your would-be rescuer, but you hoped she was looking at you with attentive eyes. “…it’s not a scratch. Something is attached to your butt. It’s spread all over your cheek.” Yes! Yes, that was it. It was a bit disconcerting that you were apparently so squished that your form wasn’t instantly recognisable, but at least you would be freed. “Let me try to get it off.” Sure enough, sharp nails descended a moment later, and as a tremble ran through the flesh beneath you, they started to dig at your edges to find purchase.
Still trying to keep a straight face, Midori did her best not to laugh as the blonde’s nails tickled the sensitive flesh of her rear. “Something stuck to me? How though? It wasn’t there when I got dressed this morning, and I’ve been nowhere but the studio, the plane, and here since then.” It wasn’t like some tiny little cutie had found his way onto a seat just waiting for her glorious rear to claim him. That thought did make her giggle, though she tried to hide it with a cough a moment later. Cori just gave her a look before finally getting a good grip on your edge and peeling you off in one go, the sensation of which almost made Midori moan as you came away with a wet slurp. It was almost like you’d given her butt a big wet kiss, and she shuddered a little at the idea of having you do that again.
Unaware of these thoughts, you were just happy to be freed. As oddly pleasant as being pressed to the model’s rear had been at times, on the whole you would much rather be your true self, and as you came away from the flesh you immediately tried to focus on reforming. Fortunately, Cori placed you faceup beside the sink, giving you a brief chance to try shifting back to normal while she helped Midori to get her pants back on over her protesting rump. This gave you just enough time to form some semblance of a face within the mishappen mass that was your body, and as the two beauties turned back to face you, you called out as loud as you could. “Hello! Hello! It’s me Ben! Please don’t throw me away!” You knew how squeaky and overlooked your voice could be at times, even when your lungs were in a position to fully inflate, so you could only cross your squished fingers and wait.
The first thing you heard in response was a pair of sharp gasps, though slightly delayed and… oddly forced sounding. As your eyes readjusted to the light though the first thing you saw was too huge sets of breasts pressed into the edge of the sink in front of you, jostling for position, and any thought of their gasps being strange was instantly forgotten. Cori’s slightly larger breasts eventually won the battle for space, and nearly steam-rolled over you as she leant forward, her beautiful face looming above like a descending goddess. “Ben!? Is that really you? How did you get here little cutie?” Before you could even hope to respond, Midori surged forward again, somehow finding a space for her own rack in the little room left by the blonde as she too loomed above, every bit the goddess her friend was. “Wait. You were attached to my butt? When did that happen? If you were so desperate to come along you only needed to ask.” Her eyes bore into you, curious but thankfully not accusing.
The last thing you wanted was either of the model’s to think you had wilfully violated their privacy, terrified both at their potential retaliation and what they would tell Yakima about you. So, as your body continued to struggle to reform, you did your best to steady your voice and explain everything that had happened from your perspective. Being accidentally thrown onto the chair by Yakima, and then sat on by all three models in turn before getting attached to Midori and trapped in her pants. The long car ride and plane trip in which you had become further smeared. Your attempts to get attention that had resulted in the noticed itch. The jog in which you become yet more adhered. You were thankful that both took the time to listen and consider your explanation, instead of simply assuming the worse and crushing you as you knew many other women would of, and had, done.
It was taking everything Cori had to keep a straight face as you hurriedly explained your actions, clearly desperate to not be seen as some kind of pervert. Part of her wanted to let you know that this had been their plan all along, just to put you at ease, but a stronger part of her wanted to keep teasing you, at least for now. “Hmm, you’re beginning to make a habit of attaching yourself to us by accident aren’t you little cutie?” She laughed as your slowly reforming face paled, before waving off your concern. “Relax, I’m kidding. I’m sure it really was an accident. No hard feelings, right?” The blonde looked to Midori who nodded in agreement, her lips pulling into a small smirk as she looked down at you. “Did you enjoy the ride little man? I’ll tell you now I wouldn’t let just anyone feel up my butt like that.” She laughed as well as you struggled to finds words to respond to her teasing.
Right now you were a strange mix of terrified, relieved and hopelessly aroused. It didn’t seem like either model intended to punish you for your transgressions, but at the same time their relentless teasing made it difficult to know exactly where you stood with them. “I… I… it truly was an accident I swear. I’d never touch someone like that without their permission otherwise.” You had, of course, in your time, gotten unfortunately intimate with many women’s body parts, but that had always been either by accident, initiated by the other party, or with full consent in the case of Victoria. “And… um…” You looked to Midori who had an expression of expectation, and felt that it was best to sugar coat the truth as much as possible. “Well, err… I would say your butt was remarkably comfortable.” That earned you a giggle and a slight blush from the Asian girl, as she chewed on her bottom lip.
By this point you had mostly reformed, and were able to unsteadily climb to your feet, though even then you were still overshadowed by the massive bosoms of your hosts, which continued to block off any avenues of escape. Smiling down at you, the two exchanged a look and a nod before Cori took the lead again, her sultry tones coming back in force as she spoke. “Well then Ben. As you may be able to tell it’s starting to get late, so… we need to decide where you are sleeping tonight.” Catching on quickly you blushed about as hard as you ever had, though any attempt to respond was drowned out as Midori took over. “You see cutie, we only have three beds, and Yaki is already passed out on one. I don’t think it would be very safe for you to sleep all by yourself, so we think you should join one of us.” You gulped, already imagining all the things that could go wrong with this plan, but not sure if you could talk them out of it, or if they were even planning to give you a chance to choose.
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