Cori’s Fun, Your Misfortune
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 33
by
copier
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azazel8
Unbeknownst to you as you were pancaked again beneath the massive bosom of your housemate, Cori had felt something catch momentarily on her fingers as she played with her chest and looked down in time to see your paper-thin body fluttering away. In the scant seconds it took for her mind to catch up with what she was seeing you had landed on the table, and the blonde only realised exactly what she was looking at the moment before Yakima’s chest came down to claim you. To her, you were missing one moment, found the next, and then immediately hidden from view once more.
To her credit, Cori’s first thought was to immediately reveal your location to her new friend, and she opened her mouth to do so. However, she closed it again as she watched her fellow model heave a sigh of relief and lean forward more heavily, her breasts spreading out across the table as more and more weight bore down on you. Despite her better nature, the blonde couldn’t help the smirk that slowly began to spread across her face at the sight, her mind focusing on how it must feel for you right now to be trapped beneath that mass. Given where she’d initially felt you, she wondered if you’d been stuck to her in a similar manner, biting her lips at the thought of you being so close.
Given what you’d endured during the photo shoot, the curvaceous beauty knew you were relatively safe where you were, especially since she now knew your exact location, so there was no need for her to be too worried right now. Instead, she decided to have some fun, leaning forward to catch Yakima’s eyes as she spoke. “Soo, Yaki. I’ve been thinking. What exactly are your intentions towards our tiny new friend? It seems to me that the two of you are spending quite a bit of time together. Bringing him to work. Introducing him to your friends. Going out for a nice bite to eat together. Just the two of you.” Her tone was teasing, but Cori’s gaze confirmed the seriousness of her queries, and her smirk only grew more as the Asian girl’s eyes widened and a fierce blush spread across her face.
“I… I…” Yakima struggled for a moment before shaking her head firmly and attempting to put on a stern face. “Now isn’t the time for that. Ben is still missing, and we need to find him.” Unfortunately for her, she almost immediately undermined her message by adding. “And he’s already my sister’s boyfriend.” She knew that was a mistake the moment she said it, with Cori’s smirk growing again, and looked desperately to Midori for assistance. At first the other model looked like she was going to come to your housemate’s aid, her expression more serious than usual as she looked to her blonde friend, but then Cori beckoned her closer and whispered to her your location and status, causing her compatriot to smirk as well and repeat the earlier question. “Yeah, Yaki. What are your intentions?”
Unable to resist the combined efforts, Yakima squirmed in her seat, unintentionally smothering you beneath her chest as she did so. For you, you could hear none of the discussion above, simply left at the mercy of the shifting breasts above you as you hovered between pleasure and pain. Light finally returned to your world when your unaware captor sat back in her seat, adopting a more defensive stance as her chest lifted slightly from the table and allowing you to hear her distant words. “Okay. You’ve both clearly noticed so… I’ll admit that I have a… a tiny little crush on him.” There were some giggles from further away and a huff from above in response. “It’s not funny. Even I don’t know why. He's just… he’s a nice guy okay. But there’s no way I’m going to act on this. I just want to be friends.”
At first you wondered who she was talking about, but as you realised that there would only be one person they’d be discussing right now, you found yourself blushing in concert with your giant host. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t flattered that a beauty on the level of Yakima had feelings for you. Given that there had been a time when you assumed that no woman would ever be interested in you as a man, the idea that a literal model would have any form of crush on you would have been a ridiculous thought before today. And she was holding back? You found yourself feeling thankful to Midori as she asked the same question you were wondering. “Why? It’s not like you to be shy Yaki.”
For her part, Yakima sighed heavily, the force of it vibrating through her chest and actually helping to start the process of unsticking you from her top. “There are a hundred reasons. He’s Kim’s boyfriend, and I’m not the kind of girl who steals her little sister’s boyfriend. He’s several years younger. And I’ll be going back to Japan in a few months anyway.” Right. You’d forgotten about that misconception, and instantly wanted to correct the model that you weren’t dating Kim, thoughts of Victoria proving secondary and making you feel guilty as you had to remind yourself that you weren’t available at all right now and shouldn’t be feeling so happy about all of this. Even if you hadn’t seen her in some time, your girlfriend was still important to you, and your separation had in no way been her fault.
Cori’s eyes flicked down to your location in time to watch you fall free and fluttered down to the table below, her eyebrow raising as the sight of you demonstrated a solution to at least one of those problems. “Why don’t you just take him with you? He’s so small you could just slip him into your luggage.” The response was better than she could have hoped, as Yakima immediately leant forward once more with a somewhat aggravated “That’s not the point!”, your body steamrolled immediately under the leading edge of her chest and causing both the blonde and Midori to laugh loudly as they watched you vanish, leaving your housemate confused and frustrated as she glared at them both.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Cori struggled to get her laughter under control, her companion having less success beside her. “It’s just… a bit humorous how passionate you are about this. It’s all good fun, but we can stop talking about it if you want.” She raised her hands in the universal sign of surrender, elbowing Midori with a little bit of force to get the other girl to finally stop laughing and offer her own gentle assurance. “Yeah, sorry Yaki. Still love me yeah?” The Asian girl’s cocky grin suggested she already knew the answer to the question, and Yakima huffed in response but nevertheless softened her stanch, leaning back in her chair and once more exposing you to her friends, this time plastered spread-eagle across the forward edge of her top, perfectly visible to everyone but herself.
The sight of you brought a wicked idea to Cori’s mind, one that she was happy to follow through on. Safe in the knowledge that no actual harm would come to you, and that she could claim ignorance afterwards. Standing in one fluid motion, the blonde stepped around the table and held her arms wide, giving Yakima her best smile. “Sorry. That was mean. Hug it out?” From your perspective, you’d missed the laughter and apology, and were now stuck face-first against your housemate’s massive chest, only to hear those fearful words and feel the lurch of your captor standing up. You knew what was coming but you couldn’t even brace yourself before you were crushed between two equally large sets of breasts, your world instantly consumed by the tightness of their embrace.
While you’d been crushed between the various models bodies more than once during the last shoot, it had been a temporary thing, your assailants pausing only a few moments for photos to be taken before resetting again and leaving you behind. This time the two held the embrace for several long seconds, and Cori’s enthusiastic grip pulled them close enough that there was nowhere for your tiny body to escape, the thin layers of fabric the only thing stopping you from being ironed to their flesh. Even then you could feel yourself practically becoming one with the weave of their tops, the heat and pressure pressing in on you from all sides. Yet, somehow, a part of you was still enjoying this.
One silver lining to the hug was that when Cori finally pulled away you had snagged slightly to her top. It wasn’t enough to free you, but it did peel your face away from Yakima’s chest, leading your body to fold back over on itself so you were now looking out at the world upside down. Said vision however was almost immediately filled by the sight of Midori’s chest as she stepped forward for her own hug. Unknown to you, the model had seen your movement, so the happy giggle she gave as she wrapped her arms around your housemate was due to more than just her genuine happiness at the chance to hug her friend. Even though she wasn’t as big up top as her companions, the model was still more than busty enough to utterly bury you and subject you to nearly the same crushing force.
This time you felt yourself getting rocked back and forth as Midori pulled Yakima into a little side-to-side dance, both girls laughing openly at the silly little motion. Trapped as you were, it was a dizzying sensation as the world shifted and rolled around you, the vibrations of the two models’ merriment undulating through your surroundings. When the embrace was finally released, you found yourself momentarily stretched between both chests, only to snap free from both simultaneously, leaving you blessingly free to once more drift towards the ground, this time hoping for a better landing.
To her credit, Cori’s first thought was to immediately reveal your location to her new friend, and she opened her mouth to do so. However, she closed it again as she watched her fellow model heave a sigh of relief and lean forward more heavily, her breasts spreading out across the table as more and more weight bore down on you. Despite her better nature, the blonde couldn’t help the smirk that slowly began to spread across her face at the sight, her mind focusing on how it must feel for you right now to be trapped beneath that mass. Given where she’d initially felt you, she wondered if you’d been stuck to her in a similar manner, biting her lips at the thought of you being so close.
Given what you’d endured during the photo shoot, the curvaceous beauty knew you were relatively safe where you were, especially since she now knew your exact location, so there was no need for her to be too worried right now. Instead, she decided to have some fun, leaning forward to catch Yakima’s eyes as she spoke. “Soo, Yaki. I’ve been thinking. What exactly are your intentions towards our tiny new friend? It seems to me that the two of you are spending quite a bit of time together. Bringing him to work. Introducing him to your friends. Going out for a nice bite to eat together. Just the two of you.” Her tone was teasing, but Cori’s gaze confirmed the seriousness of her queries, and her smirk only grew more as the Asian girl’s eyes widened and a fierce blush spread across her face.
“I… I…” Yakima struggled for a moment before shaking her head firmly and attempting to put on a stern face. “Now isn’t the time for that. Ben is still missing, and we need to find him.” Unfortunately for her, she almost immediately undermined her message by adding. “And he’s already my sister’s boyfriend.” She knew that was a mistake the moment she said it, with Cori’s smirk growing again, and looked desperately to Midori for assistance. At first the other model looked like she was going to come to your housemate’s aid, her expression more serious than usual as she looked to her blonde friend, but then Cori beckoned her closer and whispered to her your location and status, causing her compatriot to smirk as well and repeat the earlier question. “Yeah, Yaki. What are your intentions?”
Unable to resist the combined efforts, Yakima squirmed in her seat, unintentionally smothering you beneath her chest as she did so. For you, you could hear none of the discussion above, simply left at the mercy of the shifting breasts above you as you hovered between pleasure and pain. Light finally returned to your world when your unaware captor sat back in her seat, adopting a more defensive stance as her chest lifted slightly from the table and allowing you to hear her distant words. “Okay. You’ve both clearly noticed so… I’ll admit that I have a… a tiny little crush on him.” There were some giggles from further away and a huff from above in response. “It’s not funny. Even I don’t know why. He's just… he’s a nice guy okay. But there’s no way I’m going to act on this. I just want to be friends.”
At first you wondered who she was talking about, but as you realised that there would only be one person they’d be discussing right now, you found yourself blushing in concert with your giant host. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t flattered that a beauty on the level of Yakima had feelings for you. Given that there had been a time when you assumed that no woman would ever be interested in you as a man, the idea that a literal model would have any form of crush on you would have been a ridiculous thought before today. And she was holding back? You found yourself feeling thankful to Midori as she asked the same question you were wondering. “Why? It’s not like you to be shy Yaki.”
For her part, Yakima sighed heavily, the force of it vibrating through her chest and actually helping to start the process of unsticking you from her top. “There are a hundred reasons. He’s Kim’s boyfriend, and I’m not the kind of girl who steals her little sister’s boyfriend. He’s several years younger. And I’ll be going back to Japan in a few months anyway.” Right. You’d forgotten about that misconception, and instantly wanted to correct the model that you weren’t dating Kim, thoughts of Victoria proving secondary and making you feel guilty as you had to remind yourself that you weren’t available at all right now and shouldn’t be feeling so happy about all of this. Even if you hadn’t seen her in some time, your girlfriend was still important to you, and your separation had in no way been her fault.
Cori’s eyes flicked down to your location in time to watch you fall free and fluttered down to the table below, her eyebrow raising as the sight of you demonstrated a solution to at least one of those problems. “Why don’t you just take him with you? He’s so small you could just slip him into your luggage.” The response was better than she could have hoped, as Yakima immediately leant forward once more with a somewhat aggravated “That’s not the point!”, your body steamrolled immediately under the leading edge of her chest and causing both the blonde and Midori to laugh loudly as they watched you vanish, leaving your housemate confused and frustrated as she glared at them both.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Cori struggled to get her laughter under control, her companion having less success beside her. “It’s just… a bit humorous how passionate you are about this. It’s all good fun, but we can stop talking about it if you want.” She raised her hands in the universal sign of surrender, elbowing Midori with a little bit of force to get the other girl to finally stop laughing and offer her own gentle assurance. “Yeah, sorry Yaki. Still love me yeah?” The Asian girl’s cocky grin suggested she already knew the answer to the question, and Yakima huffed in response but nevertheless softened her stanch, leaning back in her chair and once more exposing you to her friends, this time plastered spread-eagle across the forward edge of her top, perfectly visible to everyone but herself.
The sight of you brought a wicked idea to Cori’s mind, one that she was happy to follow through on. Safe in the knowledge that no actual harm would come to you, and that she could claim ignorance afterwards. Standing in one fluid motion, the blonde stepped around the table and held her arms wide, giving Yakima her best smile. “Sorry. That was mean. Hug it out?” From your perspective, you’d missed the laughter and apology, and were now stuck face-first against your housemate’s massive chest, only to hear those fearful words and feel the lurch of your captor standing up. You knew what was coming but you couldn’t even brace yourself before you were crushed between two equally large sets of breasts, your world instantly consumed by the tightness of their embrace.
While you’d been crushed between the various models bodies more than once during the last shoot, it had been a temporary thing, your assailants pausing only a few moments for photos to be taken before resetting again and leaving you behind. This time the two held the embrace for several long seconds, and Cori’s enthusiastic grip pulled them close enough that there was nowhere for your tiny body to escape, the thin layers of fabric the only thing stopping you from being ironed to their flesh. Even then you could feel yourself practically becoming one with the weave of their tops, the heat and pressure pressing in on you from all sides. Yet, somehow, a part of you was still enjoying this.
One silver lining to the hug was that when Cori finally pulled away you had snagged slightly to her top. It wasn’t enough to free you, but it did peel your face away from Yakima’s chest, leading your body to fold back over on itself so you were now looking out at the world upside down. Said vision however was almost immediately filled by the sight of Midori’s chest as she stepped forward for her own hug. Unknown to you, the model had seen your movement, so the happy giggle she gave as she wrapped her arms around your housemate was due to more than just her genuine happiness at the chance to hug her friend. Even though she wasn’t as big up top as her companions, the model was still more than busty enough to utterly bury you and subject you to nearly the same crushing force.
This time you felt yourself getting rocked back and forth as Midori pulled Yakima into a little side-to-side dance, both girls laughing openly at the silly little motion. Trapped as you were, it was a dizzying sensation as the world shifted and rolled around you, the vibrations of the two models’ merriment undulating through your surroundings. When the embrace was finally released, you found yourself momentarily stretched between both chests, only to snap free from both simultaneously, leaving you blessingly free to once more drift towards the ground, this time hoping for a better landing.
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