Late-Night Cave Spelunking
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 42
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
As much as you would like to climb all the way to the top and slide down the other side to relative safety, you knew in your heart you wouldn’t make it that long. Not to mention the inherent danger in trying to walk across such gelatinous flesh in the first place. Plunging into the gap at the base of either cleavage was also clearly off the table. Not only was it dangerous, but doing so would quite plainly put you inside the chosen model’s clothing by your own actions, which was a line you didn’t want to cross, let alone get caught doing. Just taking care of things where you were would be preferable to that fate, not that you were willing to do so when even one viable option remained.
Having eliminated all other options you found yourself staring long and hard at the tiny cave-like expanse between Cori and Midori’s breasts, noting the way it shifted and moved with every breath from the two, even as those same breaths continued to wash over you. You couldn’t believe you were actually contemplating squeezing your body into that gap, which looked barely wide enough for you to fit, but another throb from your lower half told you there was no other option. As much as you tried to visualise it as something more familiar, like the gap between two cushions, or an open space in a pile of laundry, the moment you grabbed a blouse with one hand and a negligee with the other the illusion shattered, and you gulped audibly as you started climbing your way up.
Every inch upwards was a challenge. The sheer material of Midori’s negligee was difficult to grip, and you increasingly found your hand sinking through to grope the flesh beneath, not making your groin situation any easier. Cori’s blouse was easier to grip but also looser, and shifted under your hand, nearly making you fall several times, and more than once seeing you overcorrect and grind your body against either her or her bed mate. Needless to say by the time you reached the gap you were almost pleased to see it, and more confident than before that you would never have made it all the way over the top and down the other side, with the throbbing from your lower half now worse than ever. It didn’t help that you’d heard small giggles and breathy tones from both models the whole time you had been climbing, suggesting your intrusion was not as unnoticed as you had wished.
Knowing that turning back now would just take you back to square one, you steeled your resolve and began to push your body into the gap. Almost immediately you regretted your choice, as no sooner had you pushed your head into the warm cave then a deep breath from Cori saw her chest pushed even harder against its twin, carrying your head along with it as you were pressed face first against the Japanese girl’s barely covered breasts. As your neck started to twist you tried to pull back out, but your efforts came to nought as Midori unconsciously retaliated, her own chest expanding with a breath as it shoved back against the blonde’s, the movement pulling your shoulders in with a pop as you were thrown back against the opposing flesh. Even when the two chests settled you found yourself unable to extricate your body, and had no choice but to delve deeper into the abyss.
Trying to hold on to what little good fortune you had, you counted your blessings that the sudden movements hadn’t crushed your head and shoulders entirely, leaving you to be listlessly sucked down, but it was a small mercy when you still found yourself trying to wiggle through the tight embrace. At the beginning you’d hoped to be able to move forward on hands and knees, but the reality was more like being a worm borrowing its way into moist earth. You’d known going in this cave was a moving one, but it hadn’t really prepared you for being constantly smothered with each and every breath, the warmth and pressure of the four breasts that surrounded you bearing down on you with oppressive force. Nor had you thought far enough ahead to realise the opening was in fact the widest part. It certainly didn’t help that the tight confines meant that a certain part of your anatomy was in constant contact with fabric beyond which you knew to be oceans of womanly flesh, your efforts to think about stuff like baseball and trucking doing little to supress your rising urge.
While you burrowed, your movements did not go entirely unnoticed, intruding into the minds of your companions. A deep moan rose unbidden to Midori’s throat as in her dream she watched you crawling up onto her bikini-clad chest, waiting and hoping you would willingly slip inside. She knew you were dating Yakima and would never be hers but in her dreams she could still have you right? Meanwhile, in Cori’s dream she slowly lowered her immense chest towards your waiting body in her bed, continuing the fun she had started with you that night she had found you in her home. She’d already decided to step aside for her friend, but this moment was just for the two of you. In one dream Midori thrust her chest up, yearning to swallow you whole, while in the other Cori allowed herself to drop fully, pushing her chest down onto your waiting body. Both moved to claim you.
As much as you tried to fool yourself into believing you were almost there, the truth was you were barely a third of the way through the fleshy cave when it happened. Dreams and reality crashed into one another as Midori and Cori simultaneously surged forward, the already narrow gap between them reduced to nothing in an instant. If you had thought their chests were tightly compressed before, it was nothing compared to what was happening now, and all at once you found yourself with no room left whatsoever, the walls of your prison compacting around you as they squeezed in like a fleshy vice. The pressure wasn’t quite enough to crush you completely, but you somewhat wished it had, as instead you were subjected to being bombarded by scantily-clad flesh, your malleable body contorting to match the contours of their bodies as the pressure skyrocketed.
Ordinarily this physical collision should have woken both but in their dreams the added pressure just gave them something to actively smother you against, and was incorporated seamlessly. For Cori she was pushing her body down against her bed, while Midori had turned herself over in her own dream to press down into her towel and the soft sand below. In reality this led to the two models basically grinding against one another, and by extension you, their legs entangling and bodies pushing closer together as their large sensitive chests were increasingly compressed. Arms moved to unconsciously embrace one another while both began to slip a free hand further down their frames, searching for their own relief, while unknowingly denying you the chance to seek out yours as you had intended.
For yourself you couldn’t believe things had gone so utterly wrong. You’d just wanted to find a place where you could relieve some pressure away from potential prying eyes, and now you were being assaulted from all sides by four of the largest breasts you had ever been exposed to. With what little strength you had to resist you tried turning your head to search for an escape route, but all you saw was more peril in every direction. On one side Midori’s negligee was becoming worryingly thin as it was dragged against her companion’s coarser top, the thin fabric looking ready to tear any moment and unleash the flesh it was just barely holding back. On the other side you could see the yawning gap between two of Cori’s buttons beginning to draw closer, the creamy flesh beyond threatening to spill through the gap and claim you as its own. It was like being trapped between two hungry beasts.
The worse part of all though and, as much as you didn’t want to admit, simultaneously the best part, was what all of this was doing to your aching nethers. It had been bad enough when it was simply in contact with the thinly-covered breasts, but now it was actively squeezed and rubbed by them. It was enough to drive any man beyond his limits, or at least that was the excuse you shamefully gave yourself when you could keep it in no more. Coming down from the temporary high you could hope only that your pitiful efforts would go unnoticed in the morning, dismissed as just some errant stain. But reality was quite literally thrust back upon you as the grinding of the chests that held your spent body prisoner continued, reminding you that the morning was yet a distant horizon for you to seek.
As Cori and Midori’s dreams became increasingly raunchy and less tied to perceptions of propriety, they each found you a more than adequate lover, possessed of remarkable stamina. The reality of course was quite the opposite as their combined efforts drove you past your limits over and over again, milking you thoroughly and leaving you utterly exhausted and defenceless. Even then they did not stop until their own probing fingers brought themselves over the edge as well, shuddering and thrusting forward one last time to squeeze the last of your energy from you before finally relaxing, somehow having both managed to stay asleep throughout the whole fiasco. Perhaps even more amazing Yakima, in the next bed over, had remained similar oblivious, peacefully asleep.
You envied their tranquillity. That last thrust had finally crushed you utterly, rendering you a gooey mass wedged between the models’ chests, coated in a mix of their boob sweat and your own shame. With constant pressure from all-sides and no energy to spare you knew there was no hope of your reforming before the morning, and as their continued breathing shook your world, you could only hope that you would remain outside their clothing. It was going to be hard enough to explain things as it was, if such a thing were even possible. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to be getting a wink of sleep, your mind stuck on the various scenarios that might yet play out with the dawn.
Having eliminated all other options you found yourself staring long and hard at the tiny cave-like expanse between Cori and Midori’s breasts, noting the way it shifted and moved with every breath from the two, even as those same breaths continued to wash over you. You couldn’t believe you were actually contemplating squeezing your body into that gap, which looked barely wide enough for you to fit, but another throb from your lower half told you there was no other option. As much as you tried to visualise it as something more familiar, like the gap between two cushions, or an open space in a pile of laundry, the moment you grabbed a blouse with one hand and a negligee with the other the illusion shattered, and you gulped audibly as you started climbing your way up.
Every inch upwards was a challenge. The sheer material of Midori’s negligee was difficult to grip, and you increasingly found your hand sinking through to grope the flesh beneath, not making your groin situation any easier. Cori’s blouse was easier to grip but also looser, and shifted under your hand, nearly making you fall several times, and more than once seeing you overcorrect and grind your body against either her or her bed mate. Needless to say by the time you reached the gap you were almost pleased to see it, and more confident than before that you would never have made it all the way over the top and down the other side, with the throbbing from your lower half now worse than ever. It didn’t help that you’d heard small giggles and breathy tones from both models the whole time you had been climbing, suggesting your intrusion was not as unnoticed as you had wished.
Knowing that turning back now would just take you back to square one, you steeled your resolve and began to push your body into the gap. Almost immediately you regretted your choice, as no sooner had you pushed your head into the warm cave then a deep breath from Cori saw her chest pushed even harder against its twin, carrying your head along with it as you were pressed face first against the Japanese girl’s barely covered breasts. As your neck started to twist you tried to pull back out, but your efforts came to nought as Midori unconsciously retaliated, her own chest expanding with a breath as it shoved back against the blonde’s, the movement pulling your shoulders in with a pop as you were thrown back against the opposing flesh. Even when the two chests settled you found yourself unable to extricate your body, and had no choice but to delve deeper into the abyss.
Trying to hold on to what little good fortune you had, you counted your blessings that the sudden movements hadn’t crushed your head and shoulders entirely, leaving you to be listlessly sucked down, but it was a small mercy when you still found yourself trying to wiggle through the tight embrace. At the beginning you’d hoped to be able to move forward on hands and knees, but the reality was more like being a worm borrowing its way into moist earth. You’d known going in this cave was a moving one, but it hadn’t really prepared you for being constantly smothered with each and every breath, the warmth and pressure of the four breasts that surrounded you bearing down on you with oppressive force. Nor had you thought far enough ahead to realise the opening was in fact the widest part. It certainly didn’t help that the tight confines meant that a certain part of your anatomy was in constant contact with fabric beyond which you knew to be oceans of womanly flesh, your efforts to think about stuff like baseball and trucking doing little to supress your rising urge.
While you burrowed, your movements did not go entirely unnoticed, intruding into the minds of your companions. A deep moan rose unbidden to Midori’s throat as in her dream she watched you crawling up onto her bikini-clad chest, waiting and hoping you would willingly slip inside. She knew you were dating Yakima and would never be hers but in her dreams she could still have you right? Meanwhile, in Cori’s dream she slowly lowered her immense chest towards your waiting body in her bed, continuing the fun she had started with you that night she had found you in her home. She’d already decided to step aside for her friend, but this moment was just for the two of you. In one dream Midori thrust her chest up, yearning to swallow you whole, while in the other Cori allowed herself to drop fully, pushing her chest down onto your waiting body. Both moved to claim you.
As much as you tried to fool yourself into believing you were almost there, the truth was you were barely a third of the way through the fleshy cave when it happened. Dreams and reality crashed into one another as Midori and Cori simultaneously surged forward, the already narrow gap between them reduced to nothing in an instant. If you had thought their chests were tightly compressed before, it was nothing compared to what was happening now, and all at once you found yourself with no room left whatsoever, the walls of your prison compacting around you as they squeezed in like a fleshy vice. The pressure wasn’t quite enough to crush you completely, but you somewhat wished it had, as instead you were subjected to being bombarded by scantily-clad flesh, your malleable body contorting to match the contours of their bodies as the pressure skyrocketed.
Ordinarily this physical collision should have woken both but in their dreams the added pressure just gave them something to actively smother you against, and was incorporated seamlessly. For Cori she was pushing her body down against her bed, while Midori had turned herself over in her own dream to press down into her towel and the soft sand below. In reality this led to the two models basically grinding against one another, and by extension you, their legs entangling and bodies pushing closer together as their large sensitive chests were increasingly compressed. Arms moved to unconsciously embrace one another while both began to slip a free hand further down their frames, searching for their own relief, while unknowingly denying you the chance to seek out yours as you had intended.
For yourself you couldn’t believe things had gone so utterly wrong. You’d just wanted to find a place where you could relieve some pressure away from potential prying eyes, and now you were being assaulted from all sides by four of the largest breasts you had ever been exposed to. With what little strength you had to resist you tried turning your head to search for an escape route, but all you saw was more peril in every direction. On one side Midori’s negligee was becoming worryingly thin as it was dragged against her companion’s coarser top, the thin fabric looking ready to tear any moment and unleash the flesh it was just barely holding back. On the other side you could see the yawning gap between two of Cori’s buttons beginning to draw closer, the creamy flesh beyond threatening to spill through the gap and claim you as its own. It was like being trapped between two hungry beasts.
The worse part of all though and, as much as you didn’t want to admit, simultaneously the best part, was what all of this was doing to your aching nethers. It had been bad enough when it was simply in contact with the thinly-covered breasts, but now it was actively squeezed and rubbed by them. It was enough to drive any man beyond his limits, or at least that was the excuse you shamefully gave yourself when you could keep it in no more. Coming down from the temporary high you could hope only that your pitiful efforts would go unnoticed in the morning, dismissed as just some errant stain. But reality was quite literally thrust back upon you as the grinding of the chests that held your spent body prisoner continued, reminding you that the morning was yet a distant horizon for you to seek.
As Cori and Midori’s dreams became increasingly raunchy and less tied to perceptions of propriety, they each found you a more than adequate lover, possessed of remarkable stamina. The reality of course was quite the opposite as their combined efforts drove you past your limits over and over again, milking you thoroughly and leaving you utterly exhausted and defenceless. Even then they did not stop until their own probing fingers brought themselves over the edge as well, shuddering and thrusting forward one last time to squeeze the last of your energy from you before finally relaxing, somehow having both managed to stay asleep throughout the whole fiasco. Perhaps even more amazing Yakima, in the next bed over, had remained similar oblivious, peacefully asleep.
You envied their tranquillity. That last thrust had finally crushed you utterly, rendering you a gooey mass wedged between the models’ chests, coated in a mix of their boob sweat and your own shame. With constant pressure from all-sides and no energy to spare you knew there was no hope of your reforming before the morning, and as their continued breathing shook your world, you could only hope that you would remain outside their clothing. It was going to be hard enough to explain things as it was, if such a thing were even possible. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to be getting a wink of sleep, your mind stuck on the various scenarios that might yet play out with the dawn.
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