Fished out of cleavage
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 41
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
"We have arrived ladies." The cabbie announced, pulling up to the beach. "Welcome to Pensacola Beach. I'm certain that you'll have a wonderful afternoon here."
"Thanks for the ride." Cori winked, piling out after Yakima.
"It has certainly been a pleasure driving for such fine ladies." He smiled back, "Feel free to make good use of our services and please call whenever you're ready to be picked up."
"Aw. You're so sweet."
Once they got their stuff out of the trunk, the cabbie gave them one last wave before pulling out of the parking lot.
From there, the three were able to admire the beach up close with its beautiful white sand, a clear blue ocean, and a horizon that stretched out as far as the eye can see. Well, Cori was excited to see the beach as the blonde model literally vibrated with excitement. Olivia was much more demure about it, but one could maybe see a smile on her lips...if they looked close enough.
Yakima, however, wasn't really paying attention to the beach as her mind was elsewhere.
Or more specifically, focused on her chest.
Giving her breasts a subtly squeeze, she distressingly found that she could no longer feel her small friend within her cleavage. While she gave credit to Cori's quick-thinking as it kept Olivia from discovering Ben's presence, she wished there had been a better spot to hide him. And even though she knows how durable he is, she is nonetheless worried that something might've happened to him.
She bit her lip as she stared down at her cleavage.
"Yaki?" Cori called, walking up to her coworker. "What's wrong."
Yakima glanced over at Olivia, then pulled Cori close and whispered into her ear. "It's Ben. I can't feel him anymore and I'm worried."
Cori glanced down at Yakima's chest, then nodded. "Ok. I'll keep Olivia over there busy, so you go ahead and find a bathroom to check up on the little guy." Her grinned to mischievous, "Of course, you can take all the time you want. I'm sure Benny won't mind."
"Cori!" Yakima yelped, now blushing.
Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, Cori gave Yakima a quick peck on the cheek then bounded over to Olivia.
Sighing at her friend's antics, Yakima did as she suggested, wrapping a towel around her and quickly setting off to find a nearby bathroom. While the towel wouldn't completely obscure her curves, it helped keep a lot of onlookers from realizing just how busty she was, thus limiting the number of people trying to hit on her. The few that tried though, she quickly zoomed by not paying them a lick of attention.
Thankfully, she found an empty bathroom soon enough and squirreled herself inside the furthest stall, away from any prying eyes.
"Ben," she whispered, "Ben. Are you in there?"
No response.
'Uh-oh.' she cried, hastily yanking off her bikini top.
Placing both hands on her massive breasts, she slipped her fingers down into her cleavage, before spreading her breasts apart as best she could. Even without the support of her bikini, her breasts were quite heavy and resisted her attempts to pry them apart. The heat wasn't helping as her boobs were already coated with a fine sheen of sweat, making them slick and difficult to keep ahold of. However, she eventually managed to wrangle them with her hands and finally pulled them apart. Unfortunately, her worries were realized when she couldn't find Ben.
"Ben!" She cried.
'Where is he?!' She ran her eyes up and down her cleavage, still unable to spot her tiny friend. 'Oh kami! Did he slip out in the cab? He's probably lost out there.' Her imagination ran wild, each scenario coming up worst than the last but the logical part of her brain managed to slip through her delusion. 'Unless he's just squished.' That thought was enough to help calm her down, 'T-That's right. He must've been flattened on the ride here. I just need to find him.'
With that thought, Yakima slowly probes her cleavage.
It wasn't easy, as she needed to keep her breasts pried apart while she carefully ran her fingers over her skin. While the bright sunshine couldn't quite illuminate the depths of her cleavage, it was enough for her to see with.
Yakima moved methodically, starting with her left tit and slowly working her way down it. While she is really sensitive there, her mind was solely focused on finding Ben and ignored the pleasurable sensation. When she was certain that he wasn't plastered somewhere on her left boob, she moved over to the right. It got the same treatment as she ran her fingers up and down her massive tit.
'There!'
She almost missed it, but she definitely felt it, that minute difference in texture.
Lifting her boob, Yakima grinned widely when she spotted the slightly discolored smudge flattened close to the base of her tit. If she hadn't been feeling for it specifically, she was certain that she would've missed it.
"I found you Ben." She breathed, "Here. Let me get you out there."
She carefully scratched at the edges of the smudge that was her friend/roommate/crush(?), but found she couldn't get her fingernails underneath. Guilt well up as she realized the damage her chest must've done to the poor boy if he'd been engrained this severely into her skin.
'I promise I'll make it up to you Ben.' She internally swore, 'Whatever you ask, I'll do it for you.'
Finally, her fingernail found some purchase and with a little bit of tugging, Yakima succeeded in prying Ben off of her chest and gently deposited him on her palm. She held her breath as the mishappened lump twitched then slowly but surely, restore itself to his normal shape.
"You're ok." She sighed and smiled, the tension leaving her body. "Thank goodness you're alright."
Ben smiled in return, then his face turned beet-red, and he hastily turned away from her.
"Ben? What's the matter?" She asked, confused.
"I...ca...se...ur...obs..."
"Uh, Ben, can you please say that again." She leaned forward, "I couldn't quite hear you."
"I...an...see...our...asts..." He spoke again, a little louder this time but not enough for her to catch all of it.
"Ben." She was now starting to get worried. "If there's something wrong, please tell me. I can't hear you when you're mumbling like that."
She watched as his back stiffened, then he turned her way, eyes focused squarely on hers while his face remained lit up like a Christmas tree then, in a clearly embarrassed tone, said; "I can see your boobs Yakima."
"Huh?" She blinked, unsure of what he meant. "Ben. You saw me in my bikini earlier. So why are you acting like this?" Sure, one didn't go into the modeling business camera shy but why would he be embarrassed now. He'd just been pulled out of her cleavage, which funnily seems to be becoming a common occurrence.
Instead of answering, he just pointed his head downwards and Yakima slowly lowered her gaze.
Now it was her turn to stiffen up as she realized that, no, she was no longer wearing her top right now seeing that she had removed it earlier in order to fish Ben out of her cleavage. Which, in other words, meant she's been flashing him the entire time and the little guy had been politely trying to tell her that.
Her face burned, throat suddenly going dry as Ben promptly turned around again.
"I'm sorry." He said, back still facing her.
"I-It's n-not your-r fault." She stuttered but managed to keep her cool. "W-Wait here while I-I get d-dressed." Yakima gently deposited him on top of the toilet paper dispenser, then quickly grabbed her bikini top. It took a few minutes for her to stuff her massive tits inside the cups but eventually managed to after a few hops.
"You can look now." She told him, after making sure she was now decent.
Ben, ever the gentleman, peeked over his shoulder before he turned around to face her.
"Here," Yakima held out her hand, and Ben hopped onto it. She brought him up to about chest-height with her palm resting on top her cleavage. She tactfully ignored the red flush spreading across his face as he diligently kept his eyes away from her impressive cleavage.
"Are you alright?" She asked him again.
"I'm fine." He answered, "I've actually been through worst and came out no worse for wear." He chuckled like it was some kind of joke.
That didn't sit right with her.
"No, it's not fine." Yakima snapped, "Ben, in the short time we've been together, I've seen you smashed, stretched, and literally flattened against my chest. There's no way that's 'fine'. You shouldn't be treating this like it's a joke. I was really worried about you."
Ben blinked, staring Yakima right in the eye, before he sighed.
"Sorry." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "I can't help it. This kind of thing is just the usual fare for me. I'm used to it."
"You shouldn't be."
Ben smiled sadly, "I know, but that's life. Either you deal with it or it breaks you."
Yakima opened her mouth, then closed it.
She understood that feeling all too well.
The silence continued for about a minute before Ben looked around and asked, "Where's Cori? I thought she'd be here as well."
"Keeping Olivia distracted." Yakima sighed, "She decided to 'join' us when we were leaving the hotel and we couldn't find a reason to say 'no'. When I couldn't feel you anymore, Cori let get away so that I'd be able to fish you out."
"Ahh." Ben nodded, "But, what do we do now? If you're going back out, then won't that mean you're going to have to hide me again?"
"T-That." She sputtered, realizing Ben was right.
With Olivia around, they'd have to keep Ben hidden from the Hispanic model. Which meant that she'll definitely have to shove him back inside her cleavage again seeing that she had no pockets to slip him into. And while Cori seemed willing to let them have some alone time together, Yakima wasn't so callous to leave her friend stuck with Olivia.
But neither could she risk exposing Ben.
What should she do?
"Thanks for the ride." Cori winked, piling out after Yakima.
"It has certainly been a pleasure driving for such fine ladies." He smiled back, "Feel free to make good use of our services and please call whenever you're ready to be picked up."
"Aw. You're so sweet."
Once they got their stuff out of the trunk, the cabbie gave them one last wave before pulling out of the parking lot.
From there, the three were able to admire the beach up close with its beautiful white sand, a clear blue ocean, and a horizon that stretched out as far as the eye can see. Well, Cori was excited to see the beach as the blonde model literally vibrated with excitement. Olivia was much more demure about it, but one could maybe see a smile on her lips...if they looked close enough.
Yakima, however, wasn't really paying attention to the beach as her mind was elsewhere.
Or more specifically, focused on her chest.
Giving her breasts a subtly squeeze, she distressingly found that she could no longer feel her small friend within her cleavage. While she gave credit to Cori's quick-thinking as it kept Olivia from discovering Ben's presence, she wished there had been a better spot to hide him. And even though she knows how durable he is, she is nonetheless worried that something might've happened to him.
She bit her lip as she stared down at her cleavage.
"Yaki?" Cori called, walking up to her coworker. "What's wrong."
Yakima glanced over at Olivia, then pulled Cori close and whispered into her ear. "It's Ben. I can't feel him anymore and I'm worried."
Cori glanced down at Yakima's chest, then nodded. "Ok. I'll keep Olivia over there busy, so you go ahead and find a bathroom to check up on the little guy." Her grinned to mischievous, "Of course, you can take all the time you want. I'm sure Benny won't mind."
"Cori!" Yakima yelped, now blushing.
Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, Cori gave Yakima a quick peck on the cheek then bounded over to Olivia.
Sighing at her friend's antics, Yakima did as she suggested, wrapping a towel around her and quickly setting off to find a nearby bathroom. While the towel wouldn't completely obscure her curves, it helped keep a lot of onlookers from realizing just how busty she was, thus limiting the number of people trying to hit on her. The few that tried though, she quickly zoomed by not paying them a lick of attention.
Thankfully, she found an empty bathroom soon enough and squirreled herself inside the furthest stall, away from any prying eyes.
"Ben," she whispered, "Ben. Are you in there?"
No response.
'Uh-oh.' she cried, hastily yanking off her bikini top.
Placing both hands on her massive breasts, she slipped her fingers down into her cleavage, before spreading her breasts apart as best she could. Even without the support of her bikini, her breasts were quite heavy and resisted her attempts to pry them apart. The heat wasn't helping as her boobs were already coated with a fine sheen of sweat, making them slick and difficult to keep ahold of. However, she eventually managed to wrangle them with her hands and finally pulled them apart. Unfortunately, her worries were realized when she couldn't find Ben.
"Ben!" She cried.
'Where is he?!' She ran her eyes up and down her cleavage, still unable to spot her tiny friend. 'Oh kami! Did he slip out in the cab? He's probably lost out there.' Her imagination ran wild, each scenario coming up worst than the last but the logical part of her brain managed to slip through her delusion. 'Unless he's just squished.' That thought was enough to help calm her down, 'T-That's right. He must've been flattened on the ride here. I just need to find him.'
With that thought, Yakima slowly probes her cleavage.
It wasn't easy, as she needed to keep her breasts pried apart while she carefully ran her fingers over her skin. While the bright sunshine couldn't quite illuminate the depths of her cleavage, it was enough for her to see with.
Yakima moved methodically, starting with her left tit and slowly working her way down it. While she is really sensitive there, her mind was solely focused on finding Ben and ignored the pleasurable sensation. When she was certain that he wasn't plastered somewhere on her left boob, she moved over to the right. It got the same treatment as she ran her fingers up and down her massive tit.
'There!'
She almost missed it, but she definitely felt it, that minute difference in texture.
Lifting her boob, Yakima grinned widely when she spotted the slightly discolored smudge flattened close to the base of her tit. If she hadn't been feeling for it specifically, she was certain that she would've missed it.
"I found you Ben." She breathed, "Here. Let me get you out there."
She carefully scratched at the edges of the smudge that was her friend/roommate/crush(?), but found she couldn't get her fingernails underneath. Guilt well up as she realized the damage her chest must've done to the poor boy if he'd been engrained this severely into her skin.
'I promise I'll make it up to you Ben.' She internally swore, 'Whatever you ask, I'll do it for you.'
Finally, her fingernail found some purchase and with a little bit of tugging, Yakima succeeded in prying Ben off of her chest and gently deposited him on her palm. She held her breath as the mishappened lump twitched then slowly but surely, restore itself to his normal shape.
"You're ok." She sighed and smiled, the tension leaving her body. "Thank goodness you're alright."
Ben smiled in return, then his face turned beet-red, and he hastily turned away from her.
"Ben? What's the matter?" She asked, confused.
"I...ca...se...ur...obs..."
"Uh, Ben, can you please say that again." She leaned forward, "I couldn't quite hear you."
"I...an...see...our...asts..." He spoke again, a little louder this time but not enough for her to catch all of it.
"Ben." She was now starting to get worried. "If there's something wrong, please tell me. I can't hear you when you're mumbling like that."
She watched as his back stiffened, then he turned her way, eyes focused squarely on hers while his face remained lit up like a Christmas tree then, in a clearly embarrassed tone, said; "I can see your boobs Yakima."
"Huh?" She blinked, unsure of what he meant. "Ben. You saw me in my bikini earlier. So why are you acting like this?" Sure, one didn't go into the modeling business camera shy but why would he be embarrassed now. He'd just been pulled out of her cleavage, which funnily seems to be becoming a common occurrence.
Instead of answering, he just pointed his head downwards and Yakima slowly lowered her gaze.
Now it was her turn to stiffen up as she realized that, no, she was no longer wearing her top right now seeing that she had removed it earlier in order to fish Ben out of her cleavage. Which, in other words, meant she's been flashing him the entire time and the little guy had been politely trying to tell her that.
Her face burned, throat suddenly going dry as Ben promptly turned around again.
"I'm sorry." He said, back still facing her.
"I-It's n-not your-r fault." She stuttered but managed to keep her cool. "W-Wait here while I-I get d-dressed." Yakima gently deposited him on top of the toilet paper dispenser, then quickly grabbed her bikini top. It took a few minutes for her to stuff her massive tits inside the cups but eventually managed to after a few hops.
"You can look now." She told him, after making sure she was now decent.
Ben, ever the gentleman, peeked over his shoulder before he turned around to face her.
"Here," Yakima held out her hand, and Ben hopped onto it. She brought him up to about chest-height with her palm resting on top her cleavage. She tactfully ignored the red flush spreading across his face as he diligently kept his eyes away from her impressive cleavage.
"Are you alright?" She asked him again.
"I'm fine." He answered, "I've actually been through worst and came out no worse for wear." He chuckled like it was some kind of joke.
That didn't sit right with her.
"No, it's not fine." Yakima snapped, "Ben, in the short time we've been together, I've seen you smashed, stretched, and literally flattened against my chest. There's no way that's 'fine'. You shouldn't be treating this like it's a joke. I was really worried about you."
Ben blinked, staring Yakima right in the eye, before he sighed.
"Sorry." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "I can't help it. This kind of thing is just the usual fare for me. I'm used to it."
"You shouldn't be."
Ben smiled sadly, "I know, but that's life. Either you deal with it or it breaks you."
Yakima opened her mouth, then closed it.
She understood that feeling all too well.
The silence continued for about a minute before Ben looked around and asked, "Where's Cori? I thought she'd be here as well."
"Keeping Olivia distracted." Yakima sighed, "She decided to 'join' us when we were leaving the hotel and we couldn't find a reason to say 'no'. When I couldn't feel you anymore, Cori let get away so that I'd be able to fish you out."
"Ahh." Ben nodded, "But, what do we do now? If you're going back out, then won't that mean you're going to have to hide me again?"
"T-That." She sputtered, realizing Ben was right.
With Olivia around, they'd have to keep Ben hidden from the Hispanic model. Which meant that she'll definitely have to shove him back inside her cleavage again seeing that she had no pockets to slip him into. And while Cori seemed willing to let them have some alone time together, Yakima wasn't so callous to leave her friend stuck with Olivia.
But neither could she risk exposing Ben.
What should she do?
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April 23, 2025
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