An Unwanted Run-In
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 39
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
While you were waiting for Yakima to change into her bikini, Cori took this opportunity to have a one-on-one chat with you.
"Hey, Ben." she called, bringing up her palm till it hovered just above her chest. "Since we have this moment to ourselves, do you mind answering a question for me?"
You tilted your head, curious, then nodded.
"Great!" Cori beamed brightly, then asked, "So, I want you to be completely honest. What was it like riding here in my tits?"
"I-I...Huh...Wha-wha...What!?!?" You sputtered, turning red.
Completely nonchalant about it, Cori asked again. "What's it like riding inside my chest?"
"W-Why would you ask me something like that?"
"Well, you're literally the only guy whose ridden shotgun with the girl's here." Cori put her other arm under her boobs, hefting the enormous mams and nearly popping her swimsuit doing so. You gulped at the sight, suddenly aware of the growing bulge in your pants. "And I wanna know what they're like." Then she smiled down and asked. "So, how'd they feel?"
"W-Well, they f-felt..." You stammered, unable to find the words. How could you possibly describe the feeling of being squished between breasts the size of cantaloupes. It isn't something that can be done justice with any kind of description. Like how the weight of her tits pressed down on you, the utter softness coming from all sides, the smell of her skin, and the ever-present warmth keeping you company in the darkness.
You just didn't have the words to describe it all to her.
But faced with Cori's eager expression, you couldn't leave her hanging either.
So, swallowing your saliva (and embarrassment) you told her, "They felt wonderful Cori. I really can't describe just how amazing it was being in your c-cleavage." Your face burned as you said this, but it was worth seeing the absolutely joyful look on her face.
"Ah, you're so sweet!" She cried, then planted a sloppy wet kiss on you. "Now you deserve a reward for being honest." A playful smile split her lips as she said this. You then yelped, suddenly sliding down her palm before dropping down into her awaiting cleavage. "Now I know I'm not as big as Yaki or that cow Olivia, but I'm pretty confident about the girls here." She patted her chest, causing it and you to wobble in tandem. Then her smile widened, "Though I guess you already knew that."
The next few moments were of total bliss as Cori gently rubbed her chest together, squeezing you between her breasts. Soft, plump flesh surrounded you as you found yourself reunited with the warm, dark depths of her cleavage. Your mind immediately jumped back to the studio, where she quietly squirreled away in here. Like before, darkness surrounded you, and you caught a quick glimpse of Cori's smiling face as she rubbed your body deeper into her chest.
After a minute or two Cori then relented, pulling your semi-flattened body just above of her cleavage.
You gasped as your upper body reinflated, looking up at a beaming model.
"Did you enjoy that little guy?" She smiled down coyly.
"I...I...uh...um...It was..." You sputtered then meekly said, "Yes."
Cori chuckled at your embarrassment, your body shaking alongside her boobs.
"...So I still have a shot."
You looked up at Cori, unsure if actually heard that.
"What did you sa-..."
"Cori. I'm done." Yakima called, stepping out of the bathroom. She blinked at the scene in front of her. "What are you two doing?"
"Nothin." Cori smoothly answered, plucking you out of her cleavage. "Me and Benny here were just having a little chat."
Yakima, however, looked unconvinced at Cori's words, her gaze shifting between your bright-red face and her coworker's coy smile. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they had done more than just have a "little chat". And since this was Cori, Yakima had a feeling she knew exactly what her friend had been doing with Ben.
Her expression curled at the thought.
A small, traitorous part of her wondered if Ben preferred an all-American girl like Cori, whose bright and bubbly personality lit up a room. While Yakima could compete in looks, she had to acknowledge Cori was a far more likeable person.
And she didn't like it one bit.
Biting her lip, Yakima ignored the pang in her chest as she stiffly marched past the two, throwing her clothes on the bed.
Cori sighed at her friend's foul mood.
It wasn't hard to guess why. She and Midori both swore not to make any moves on Ben till after Yakima had her first shot with the little guy, but that didn't mean she couldn't tease 'em both in meantime. Especially seeing the jealous glare Yakima was shooting her, though the girl herself didn’t seem to realize it.
Meanwhile, you couldn't take your eyes off the Asian model.
Much like Cori's swimsuit, there was very little left to the imagination with how tightly the bikini clung to Yakima's skin. Truth be told though; it was just an average one that most girls wore. However, it barely covered a thing on Yakima’s voluptuous body. The top was just big enough to cover the front of her breasts, and the bottom piece was wedged up into her butt crack and crotch.
"You're staring." Cori whispered behind you, gently closing your jaw with her pinky. She chuckled as you quickly looked away, flustered. "Oh, don't feel so bad." she continued, her warm breath tickling your back. "She does that to all the guys. And now that she's here-"
Quickly closing the distance, she walked right up to Yakima and dropped you straight down into her cleavage.
"Cori?!" She squeaked, quickly digging you out before you vanished between her boobs. Yakima barely pulled you free before a pair of hands clamped down on her shoulders and firmly steered her towards the door.
"Now we go to the beach!" Cori cheered; a bag slung over her shoulder and pushed Yakima out the door.
Naturally, both models became the center of attention the moment they stepped outside their suite. And perched atop Yakima's shoulder, you got to experience first-hand just how much attention the two drew.
It was almost comical, watching everyone pass freezing in their tracks at the sight of the two. Age and gender were irrelevant. Nearly everyone stopped to gawk at them with only the staff showing a modicum of courtesy, keeping to only passing glances. And while Yakima and Cori were unfazed by attention, the same couldn't be said for you.
Having grown up mostly dealing with only your family and girlfriend, feeling so many eyes on you was both nerve-wracking and uncomfortable. So, even though nobody seemed to notice your presence on Yakima's shoulder yet, you weren't going to take the chance.
A wave of goosebumps rippled beneath your fingers as you snuggled closer to her neck, tucking yourself behind her hair.
"Ben?" Yakima whispered.
"Sorry." You apologized, "I just don't like the attention."
"Oh." She murmured, then thinking for a moment, carefully swept some hair over her shoulder, further obscuring Ben from view. "Does that help?"
"Yeah. Thank you."
Yakima smiled, "Do itashimashite. I'm here for you, so don't be afraid to ask for help." She felt a soft 'pat-pat' on her neck then noticed Cori grinning. "What?"
"Ah, nothin." She chuckled, "I just think you two look cute together."
A blush lit up her cheeks, "It's not like that."
"Really?" Cori asked, sidling up a little closer. "You're looking pretty red there Yaki. Why would that be? Thinkin of things to come, are ya?"
Yakima's left eyebrow twitched, "Cori."
Undeterred, Cori slung an arm over Yakima's shoulder, careful not to dislodge Ben.
"Better take you chance while you’re here Yaki." She whispered into her friend's other ear. "Otherwise, someone might snatch him away."
"I'm telling you it's not like that." Yakima pulled away from Cori, ignoring the blonde's sigh as she stomped down the hallway towards the lobby.
Thankfully, they made it there unimpeded. However, the cab they rang up from their room had yet to arrive. So rather than stand around and wait, Cori led Yakima over to a small wait area where they can relax instead.
"You can come out now Ben." Yakima whispered, Cori sidling right up beside her. "We're alone."
Pulling yourself free of her hair, you made yourself comfortable in the small hollow of her collarbone.
"Did Rachel tell you guys about how long you're going to modeling here?"
"Just for the weekend unfortunately." Cori sighed, looking longingly outside. "We have a shoot tomorrow morning and another in the evening. Plus the one scheduled right before we’re supposed to leave, so today's really the only day we have some time to ourselves."
"Huh." You murmured.
"Well, she did plan some other activities." Yakima helpfully supplied, "But they're more of a group thing for everyone."
"That's why we’re going to the beach." Cori cheered.
You chuckled at Cori's enthusiasm, then noticed a small commotion near one of the hallways. Quite a few people were gathering around someone and as they pushed through the throng, a bad feeling settled in your stomach.
'Uh-oh.' You thought, recognizing the figure.
Olivia crossed the foyer with a confident gait, not at all bothered by the stares she was getting from everyone in the lobby. Tucked away to the right and just out of sight, Olivia hasn’t yet noticed Yakima nor Cori, so if you kept quiet, she should just walk right pas-.
A loud gasp escaped Yakima’s lips the moment she saw the Hispanic beauty, which unfortunately, was loud enough to draw her attention.
"Oh." Olivia smiled upon seeing them, "What do we have here?"
"Hey, Ben." she called, bringing up her palm till it hovered just above her chest. "Since we have this moment to ourselves, do you mind answering a question for me?"
You tilted your head, curious, then nodded.
"Great!" Cori beamed brightly, then asked, "So, I want you to be completely honest. What was it like riding here in my tits?"
"I-I...Huh...Wha-wha...What!?!?" You sputtered, turning red.
Completely nonchalant about it, Cori asked again. "What's it like riding inside my chest?"
"W-Why would you ask me something like that?"
"Well, you're literally the only guy whose ridden shotgun with the girl's here." Cori put her other arm under her boobs, hefting the enormous mams and nearly popping her swimsuit doing so. You gulped at the sight, suddenly aware of the growing bulge in your pants. "And I wanna know what they're like." Then she smiled down and asked. "So, how'd they feel?"
"W-Well, they f-felt..." You stammered, unable to find the words. How could you possibly describe the feeling of being squished between breasts the size of cantaloupes. It isn't something that can be done justice with any kind of description. Like how the weight of her tits pressed down on you, the utter softness coming from all sides, the smell of her skin, and the ever-present warmth keeping you company in the darkness.
You just didn't have the words to describe it all to her.
But faced with Cori's eager expression, you couldn't leave her hanging either.
So, swallowing your saliva (and embarrassment) you told her, "They felt wonderful Cori. I really can't describe just how amazing it was being in your c-cleavage." Your face burned as you said this, but it was worth seeing the absolutely joyful look on her face.
"Ah, you're so sweet!" She cried, then planted a sloppy wet kiss on you. "Now you deserve a reward for being honest." A playful smile split her lips as she said this. You then yelped, suddenly sliding down her palm before dropping down into her awaiting cleavage. "Now I know I'm not as big as Yaki or that cow Olivia, but I'm pretty confident about the girls here." She patted her chest, causing it and you to wobble in tandem. Then her smile widened, "Though I guess you already knew that."
The next few moments were of total bliss as Cori gently rubbed her chest together, squeezing you between her breasts. Soft, plump flesh surrounded you as you found yourself reunited with the warm, dark depths of her cleavage. Your mind immediately jumped back to the studio, where she quietly squirreled away in here. Like before, darkness surrounded you, and you caught a quick glimpse of Cori's smiling face as she rubbed your body deeper into her chest.
After a minute or two Cori then relented, pulling your semi-flattened body just above of her cleavage.
You gasped as your upper body reinflated, looking up at a beaming model.
"Did you enjoy that little guy?" She smiled down coyly.
"I...I...uh...um...It was..." You sputtered then meekly said, "Yes."
Cori chuckled at your embarrassment, your body shaking alongside her boobs.
"...So I still have a shot."
You looked up at Cori, unsure if actually heard that.
"What did you sa-..."
"Cori. I'm done." Yakima called, stepping out of the bathroom. She blinked at the scene in front of her. "What are you two doing?"
"Nothin." Cori smoothly answered, plucking you out of her cleavage. "Me and Benny here were just having a little chat."
Yakima, however, looked unconvinced at Cori's words, her gaze shifting between your bright-red face and her coworker's coy smile. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they had done more than just have a "little chat". And since this was Cori, Yakima had a feeling she knew exactly what her friend had been doing with Ben.
Her expression curled at the thought.
A small, traitorous part of her wondered if Ben preferred an all-American girl like Cori, whose bright and bubbly personality lit up a room. While Yakima could compete in looks, she had to acknowledge Cori was a far more likeable person.
And she didn't like it one bit.
Biting her lip, Yakima ignored the pang in her chest as she stiffly marched past the two, throwing her clothes on the bed.
Cori sighed at her friend's foul mood.
It wasn't hard to guess why. She and Midori both swore not to make any moves on Ben till after Yakima had her first shot with the little guy, but that didn't mean she couldn't tease 'em both in meantime. Especially seeing the jealous glare Yakima was shooting her, though the girl herself didn’t seem to realize it.
Meanwhile, you couldn't take your eyes off the Asian model.
Much like Cori's swimsuit, there was very little left to the imagination with how tightly the bikini clung to Yakima's skin. Truth be told though; it was just an average one that most girls wore. However, it barely covered a thing on Yakima’s voluptuous body. The top was just big enough to cover the front of her breasts, and the bottom piece was wedged up into her butt crack and crotch.
"You're staring." Cori whispered behind you, gently closing your jaw with her pinky. She chuckled as you quickly looked away, flustered. "Oh, don't feel so bad." she continued, her warm breath tickling your back. "She does that to all the guys. And now that she's here-"
Quickly closing the distance, she walked right up to Yakima and dropped you straight down into her cleavage.
"Cori?!" She squeaked, quickly digging you out before you vanished between her boobs. Yakima barely pulled you free before a pair of hands clamped down on her shoulders and firmly steered her towards the door.
"Now we go to the beach!" Cori cheered; a bag slung over her shoulder and pushed Yakima out the door.
.........
Naturally, both models became the center of attention the moment they stepped outside their suite. And perched atop Yakima's shoulder, you got to experience first-hand just how much attention the two drew.
It was almost comical, watching everyone pass freezing in their tracks at the sight of the two. Age and gender were irrelevant. Nearly everyone stopped to gawk at them with only the staff showing a modicum of courtesy, keeping to only passing glances. And while Yakima and Cori were unfazed by attention, the same couldn't be said for you.
Having grown up mostly dealing with only your family and girlfriend, feeling so many eyes on you was both nerve-wracking and uncomfortable. So, even though nobody seemed to notice your presence on Yakima's shoulder yet, you weren't going to take the chance.
A wave of goosebumps rippled beneath your fingers as you snuggled closer to her neck, tucking yourself behind her hair.
"Ben?" Yakima whispered.
"Sorry." You apologized, "I just don't like the attention."
"Oh." She murmured, then thinking for a moment, carefully swept some hair over her shoulder, further obscuring Ben from view. "Does that help?"
"Yeah. Thank you."
Yakima smiled, "Do itashimashite. I'm here for you, so don't be afraid to ask for help." She felt a soft 'pat-pat' on her neck then noticed Cori grinning. "What?"
"Ah, nothin." She chuckled, "I just think you two look cute together."
A blush lit up her cheeks, "It's not like that."
"Really?" Cori asked, sidling up a little closer. "You're looking pretty red there Yaki. Why would that be? Thinkin of things to come, are ya?"
Yakima's left eyebrow twitched, "Cori."
Undeterred, Cori slung an arm over Yakima's shoulder, careful not to dislodge Ben.
"Better take you chance while you’re here Yaki." She whispered into her friend's other ear. "Otherwise, someone might snatch him away."
"I'm telling you it's not like that." Yakima pulled away from Cori, ignoring the blonde's sigh as she stomped down the hallway towards the lobby.
Thankfully, they made it there unimpeded. However, the cab they rang up from their room had yet to arrive. So rather than stand around and wait, Cori led Yakima over to a small wait area where they can relax instead.
"You can come out now Ben." Yakima whispered, Cori sidling right up beside her. "We're alone."
Pulling yourself free of her hair, you made yourself comfortable in the small hollow of her collarbone.
"Did Rachel tell you guys about how long you're going to modeling here?"
"Just for the weekend unfortunately." Cori sighed, looking longingly outside. "We have a shoot tomorrow morning and another in the evening. Plus the one scheduled right before we’re supposed to leave, so today's really the only day we have some time to ourselves."
"Huh." You murmured.
"Well, she did plan some other activities." Yakima helpfully supplied, "But they're more of a group thing for everyone."
"That's why we’re going to the beach." Cori cheered.
You chuckled at Cori's enthusiasm, then noticed a small commotion near one of the hallways. Quite a few people were gathering around someone and as they pushed through the throng, a bad feeling settled in your stomach.
'Uh-oh.' You thought, recognizing the figure.
Olivia crossed the foyer with a confident gait, not at all bothered by the stares she was getting from everyone in the lobby. Tucked away to the right and just out of sight, Olivia hasn’t yet noticed Yakima nor Cori, so if you kept quiet, she should just walk right pas-.
A loud gasp escaped Yakima’s lips the moment she saw the Hispanic beauty, which unfortunately, was loud enough to draw her attention.
"Oh." Olivia smiled upon seeing them, "What do we have here?"
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