Stowaway
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 40
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
“Oh?” Olivia purred, lips curling into a predatory smile as she sashayed up to the two models. “What do we have here?”
The three of you stiffened at the sight of the Hispanic beauty, staring wide-eyed at her...or rather the outfit she was wearing.
"Holy crap." You murmured, now understanding why there been such a huge commotion.
What Olivia "wore" was something that could only charitably be called a swimsuit...if it came straight out of a wet dream.
Appearing several sizes too small, the barely-there bikini was practically ready to explode trying to contain Olivia's absurd curves. The cups holding her breasts were little more than triangles, barely large enough to cover her nipples. The strings were stretched so taut that they dug deep into the model's skin. And wrapped around her neck was a small choker tied to her top, straining to hold up her chest. Your eyes homed in on the tiny anchor ornament swinging hypnotically between her massive breasts. It was a challenge to look away from the sight, but you managed so how your gaze moving downwards...
That was a mistake.
Your eyes nearly bulged out their sockets, seeing the tiny strip of fabric digging into her crotch.
"Damn." The words unintentionally escaped your lips.
No wonder everyone was staring. Olivia's swimsuit left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She might as well have been naked, seeing how little of anything was covered. It made the bikinis Cori and Yakima wore look positively tame in comparison.
Off to the side, Cori gasped loudly while Yakima stared, slack jawed. Both utterly scandalized by the insanely risqué swimsuit Olivia was flaunting. It's one thing to wear something like that at a photo-shoot, but to don in public. Even Cori wouldn't dare to do something so bold, and a heavy blush lit up her cheeks. Yakima, on the other hand, sat completely rigid beneath you, burning bright red. The heat coming off her skin making you sweat.
"Is there something wrong?" Olivia asked, leaning forward and exposing a jaw-dropping amount of cleavage. "You're both looking a little red."
While the words sounded sincere, the mocking laughter in her eyes said otherwise.
You shivered, suddenly feeling both cold and very, very scared.
In short time you've spent around the Hispanic beauty, you've come to the realization that she's not to be trusted. She reminded you far too much of your nemesis Julia. Someone that didn't see others like you as people, but pawns for their sick enjoyment.
Someone you needed to keep the hell away from.
Still shivering despite the heat, you slowly tucked yourself farther back into Yakima's hair, further obscuring your presence. Olivia has yet the little stowaway hiding on Yakima's shoulder, and you wanted to keep it that way.
Now, you just needed to find a better hiding spot.
Thankfully, it seems you weren't the only one thinking this.
"My god Olivia!" Cori exclaimed, sliding over to Yakima's side and wrapping an arm around the startled model, her hand dipping into the Asian girl's cleavage. Her eyes, however, were locked on her coworker. "What are you wearing!?" Then, to Yakima's further shock, Cori leaned forward and pulled on one of the strings.
Surprisingly, it didn't snap.
"Earning our agency some recognition." Olivia scoffed, "We're not just here on vacation. We're here to work." She indicated her outfit, "And unlike you two, I'm ensuring that we gain plenty of publicity this weekend." She then stepped back, tugging her swimsuit free of Cori's fingers. There was an audible thwack as the string smacked against Olivia's skin.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure that what you like to tell yourself Livia." Cori waved her off, grinning at the Hispanic girl's glowering look. She then tugged Yakima to her feet. "Come on, Yaki. Let's go, our cab is waiting."
"S-sure." She sputtered, her gaze shifting between Cori and her own chest for some reason.
The two headed towards the entrance, angling straight for the yellow taxicab waiting for them. A middle-aged man quickly jumped out of the driver's seat, rushing around to open the door for them.
"Is there anything you ladies would like me to place in the trunk?" he asked, glancing between the two.
Before Cori or Yakima could answer, Olivia's voice cut in.
"You may put this in there." She said, handing him her backpack.
The cabbie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of her, but he quickly took the offered pack and promptly stored it in the trunk.
"What are you doing here?" Cori grumbled, pushing Yakima into the backseat.
"Going to the beach obviously." Olivia breezily answered, "And since we're all here. I might as well spend some time with my...coworkers." She murmured, then stood to her full-imposing height. "Or is that a problem?"
Cori shot her glare. "Then take another cab. It's already full back there with just me and Yaki."
"Nonsense." Olivia countered, looking over Cori's shoulder. It was rather easy for her to do so, seeing that the Hispanic girl was a fair bit taller. "We can all squeeze in there. And I'd like to get to know our newest member."
"…What's your real reason Olivia?" Cori snapped, crossing her arms. "It's not like you actually care about getting to know Yaki."
"You're right." Olivia easily admitted, "But let’s just say I'm curious about her. There’re just a few things I’d like to talk to her about. That's all."
Cori stared at her for a good minute, easily suspecting what or rather who Olivia wanted to know about. She hadn't missed how Hispanic model was eyeing Ben back at the photo-shoot...though that can extend too just about everyone there. However, seeing that Ben was with them right now, Cori needed to keep the small guy out of sight.
And as the saying goes, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
So, coming to a decision, Cori reluctantly nodded.
Olivia smiled, clapping her hands together. "Great. Let’s go."
Thus, the two piled into the back of the cab with Cori sitting in the middle, acting as a buffer between Yakima and Olivia. Naturally, Yakima was less than pleased by Olivia’s intrusion.
Thus, an awkward silence settled as the taxi left the hotel.
Nestled deep within Yakima's cleavage, you once again found yourself pinned between two vast mountains of warm flesh.
'This is starting to become a trend,' you thought.
Not that you're complaining but given how often you've found yourself stuck to random women, it's refreshing to be with someone that is aware of your presence. And you had to give a hand to Cori, sticking you down here before Olivia spotted you. Though, you wondered how Yakima was taking it.
*Ba-bump* *Ba-bump* *Ba-bump*
Very little noise penetrated the space you were in, save for the sound of Yakima's heart. Each beat sent a subtle ripple through her massive breasts. Everything was just so soft, squishy, and warm that you were having trouble keeping your eyes open. That's how devilishly nice Yakima's breasts were and being gently rocked in their embrace, your eyes started to droop.
Maybe taking a nap wouldn't be so bad.
Yawning, you leaned back against Yakima's warm skin and let your eyes drift shut.
Then your rotten luck decided to rear its ugly head.
Unbeknownst to you, an accident had jammed up the road ahead and brought traffic to a standstill.
The driver, bless his heart, didn't want to keep the lovely ladies sitting in the back of his cab waiting. So, pulling off onto a side road, he took a shortcut that should let them skip around the jam. It'd be a little bumpy though, since it was an unpaved dirt road.
This wouldn't be a problem normally - repeat normally - but his passengers were anything but normal.
Squeezed together like sardines, the three models sat shoulder-to-shoulder with each other and given their generous...proportions, there was practically no space in between them. So, when the taxi began down the bumpy dirt path, a certain...phenomenon occurred.
It first started with Olivia.
The Hispanic model's massive breasts leapt into the air with each bump in the road, the barely restrained mams bouncing around wildly. Oliva's breasts then slammed into Cori's, a literal wave passing from the larger girl's chest into the blonde's boobs. Cori didn't even feel the wave rippling across her chest, the energy transferring from one boob to the next as it headed straight for Yakima.
The Asian girl never felt it, but you certainly did as your surroundings suddenly compressed around you as a powerful force passed through Yakima's cleavage. It was strong enough to knock her left tit away from you, opening her cleavage long enough for you to see past the jiggling flesh. Unfortunately, what goes up must come down as gravity reasserted itself and her boob slammed into you, flattening you against her skin.
That same force passed through you again, rippling across Yakima's chest as it jumped back to Cori's chest. And like before, it passed through the blonde's tits and slammed Olivia's breasts once again, knocking the furthest one into the air.
It slammed back down with quite a bit of weight behind it, the energy passing back through Cori's chest and back into Yakima's. For the second time, Yakima's breast pulled away from you then slammed back down on top of you, further flattening you into her skin.
Somehow, the three models had become a Newton's cradle, but instead of balls, it was their tits being knocked around as each bump sent a literal wave across their chest. And you being at one end of the line, were repeated flattened as Yakima's boob swung away then slammed back into her other tit.
This continued on as the driver drove down the dirt road, only ending when he hopped back onto the main road. But the damage had been done as you were now thoroughly ingrained on Yakima's chest.
You prayed that she gets you out before you're permanently fused with her tit.
The three of you stiffened at the sight of the Hispanic beauty, staring wide-eyed at her...or rather the outfit she was wearing.
"Holy crap." You murmured, now understanding why there been such a huge commotion.
What Olivia "wore" was something that could only charitably be called a swimsuit...if it came straight out of a wet dream.
Appearing several sizes too small, the barely-there bikini was practically ready to explode trying to contain Olivia's absurd curves. The cups holding her breasts were little more than triangles, barely large enough to cover her nipples. The strings were stretched so taut that they dug deep into the model's skin. And wrapped around her neck was a small choker tied to her top, straining to hold up her chest. Your eyes homed in on the tiny anchor ornament swinging hypnotically between her massive breasts. It was a challenge to look away from the sight, but you managed so how your gaze moving downwards...
That was a mistake.
Your eyes nearly bulged out their sockets, seeing the tiny strip of fabric digging into her crotch.
"Damn." The words unintentionally escaped your lips.
No wonder everyone was staring. Olivia's swimsuit left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She might as well have been naked, seeing how little of anything was covered. It made the bikinis Cori and Yakima wore look positively tame in comparison.
Off to the side, Cori gasped loudly while Yakima stared, slack jawed. Both utterly scandalized by the insanely risqué swimsuit Olivia was flaunting. It's one thing to wear something like that at a photo-shoot, but to don in public. Even Cori wouldn't dare to do something so bold, and a heavy blush lit up her cheeks. Yakima, on the other hand, sat completely rigid beneath you, burning bright red. The heat coming off her skin making you sweat.
"Is there something wrong?" Olivia asked, leaning forward and exposing a jaw-dropping amount of cleavage. "You're both looking a little red."
While the words sounded sincere, the mocking laughter in her eyes said otherwise.
You shivered, suddenly feeling both cold and very, very scared.
In short time you've spent around the Hispanic beauty, you've come to the realization that she's not to be trusted. She reminded you far too much of your nemesis Julia. Someone that didn't see others like you as people, but pawns for their sick enjoyment.
Someone you needed to keep the hell away from.
Still shivering despite the heat, you slowly tucked yourself farther back into Yakima's hair, further obscuring your presence. Olivia has yet the little stowaway hiding on Yakima's shoulder, and you wanted to keep it that way.
Now, you just needed to find a better hiding spot.
Thankfully, it seems you weren't the only one thinking this.
"My god Olivia!" Cori exclaimed, sliding over to Yakima's side and wrapping an arm around the startled model, her hand dipping into the Asian girl's cleavage. Her eyes, however, were locked on her coworker. "What are you wearing!?" Then, to Yakima's further shock, Cori leaned forward and pulled on one of the strings.
Surprisingly, it didn't snap.
"Earning our agency some recognition." Olivia scoffed, "We're not just here on vacation. We're here to work." She indicated her outfit, "And unlike you two, I'm ensuring that we gain plenty of publicity this weekend." She then stepped back, tugging her swimsuit free of Cori's fingers. There was an audible thwack as the string smacked against Olivia's skin.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure that what you like to tell yourself Livia." Cori waved her off, grinning at the Hispanic girl's glowering look. She then tugged Yakima to her feet. "Come on, Yaki. Let's go, our cab is waiting."
"S-sure." She sputtered, her gaze shifting between Cori and her own chest for some reason.
The two headed towards the entrance, angling straight for the yellow taxicab waiting for them. A middle-aged man quickly jumped out of the driver's seat, rushing around to open the door for them.
"Is there anything you ladies would like me to place in the trunk?" he asked, glancing between the two.
Before Cori or Yakima could answer, Olivia's voice cut in.
"You may put this in there." She said, handing him her backpack.
The cabbie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of her, but he quickly took the offered pack and promptly stored it in the trunk.
"What are you doing here?" Cori grumbled, pushing Yakima into the backseat.
"Going to the beach obviously." Olivia breezily answered, "And since we're all here. I might as well spend some time with my...coworkers." She murmured, then stood to her full-imposing height. "Or is that a problem?"
Cori shot her glare. "Then take another cab. It's already full back there with just me and Yaki."
"Nonsense." Olivia countered, looking over Cori's shoulder. It was rather easy for her to do so, seeing that the Hispanic girl was a fair bit taller. "We can all squeeze in there. And I'd like to get to know our newest member."
"…What's your real reason Olivia?" Cori snapped, crossing her arms. "It's not like you actually care about getting to know Yaki."
"You're right." Olivia easily admitted, "But let’s just say I'm curious about her. There’re just a few things I’d like to talk to her about. That's all."
Cori stared at her for a good minute, easily suspecting what or rather who Olivia wanted to know about. She hadn't missed how Hispanic model was eyeing Ben back at the photo-shoot...though that can extend too just about everyone there. However, seeing that Ben was with them right now, Cori needed to keep the small guy out of sight.
And as the saying goes, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
So, coming to a decision, Cori reluctantly nodded.
Olivia smiled, clapping her hands together. "Great. Let’s go."
Thus, the two piled into the back of the cab with Cori sitting in the middle, acting as a buffer between Yakima and Olivia. Naturally, Yakima was less than pleased by Olivia’s intrusion.
Thus, an awkward silence settled as the taxi left the hotel.
............
Nestled deep within Yakima's cleavage, you once again found yourself pinned between two vast mountains of warm flesh.
'This is starting to become a trend,' you thought.
Not that you're complaining but given how often you've found yourself stuck to random women, it's refreshing to be with someone that is aware of your presence. And you had to give a hand to Cori, sticking you down here before Olivia spotted you. Though, you wondered how Yakima was taking it.
*Ba-bump* *Ba-bump* *Ba-bump*
Very little noise penetrated the space you were in, save for the sound of Yakima's heart. Each beat sent a subtle ripple through her massive breasts. Everything was just so soft, squishy, and warm that you were having trouble keeping your eyes open. That's how devilishly nice Yakima's breasts were and being gently rocked in their embrace, your eyes started to droop.
Maybe taking a nap wouldn't be so bad.
Yawning, you leaned back against Yakima's warm skin and let your eyes drift shut.
Then your rotten luck decided to rear its ugly head.
Unbeknownst to you, an accident had jammed up the road ahead and brought traffic to a standstill.
The driver, bless his heart, didn't want to keep the lovely ladies sitting in the back of his cab waiting. So, pulling off onto a side road, he took a shortcut that should let them skip around the jam. It'd be a little bumpy though, since it was an unpaved dirt road.
This wouldn't be a problem normally - repeat normally - but his passengers were anything but normal.
Squeezed together like sardines, the three models sat shoulder-to-shoulder with each other and given their generous...proportions, there was practically no space in between them. So, when the taxi began down the bumpy dirt path, a certain...phenomenon occurred.
It first started with Olivia.
The Hispanic model's massive breasts leapt into the air with each bump in the road, the barely restrained mams bouncing around wildly. Oliva's breasts then slammed into Cori's, a literal wave passing from the larger girl's chest into the blonde's boobs. Cori didn't even feel the wave rippling across her chest, the energy transferring from one boob to the next as it headed straight for Yakima.
The Asian girl never felt it, but you certainly did as your surroundings suddenly compressed around you as a powerful force passed through Yakima's cleavage. It was strong enough to knock her left tit away from you, opening her cleavage long enough for you to see past the jiggling flesh. Unfortunately, what goes up must come down as gravity reasserted itself and her boob slammed into you, flattening you against her skin.
That same force passed through you again, rippling across Yakima's chest as it jumped back to Cori's chest. And like before, it passed through the blonde's tits and slammed Olivia's breasts once again, knocking the furthest one into the air.
It slammed back down with quite a bit of weight behind it, the energy passing back through Cori's chest and back into Yakima's. For the second time, Yakima's breast pulled away from you then slammed back down on top of you, further flattening you into her skin.
Somehow, the three models had become a Newton's cradle, but instead of balls, it was their tits being knocked around as each bump sent a literal wave across their chest. And you being at one end of the line, were repeated flattened as Yakima's boob swung away then slammed back into her other tit.
This continued on as the driver drove down the dirt road, only ending when he hopped back onto the main road. But the damage had been done as you were now thoroughly ingrained on Yakima's chest.
You prayed that she gets you out before you're permanently fused with her tit.
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