Freed from one bosom, trapped beneath another
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 32
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
As your rotten luck would have it, Cori lifted her chest off you just seconds after she smashed you flat to the table. Though this worked in your favor as the blonde model scooted away from you...or at least, it would’ve worked in your favor, had someone else not taken her place.
You found yourself staring up at the underside of a familiar red crop top, one straining to contain a colossal pair of breasts. Right before you could call out to the unaware model, Midori sat down and slammed her huge chest onto the table, leaving you once again buried beneath the bulk of a woman’s curves. While not as crazily busty as Olivia or Yakima, Midori was still a heavyweight in the bust category as her chest easily steamrolled over your flattened body. The sheer mass of her pair bearing down on you was enough to keep you flat on the table, her thin top doing nothing to lessen the devilish softness of her breasts.
And as pleasurable as it was being smothered underneath the beautiful model’s chest, prior experience had taught you that things were going to quickly spiral out of control. Not wanting that to come to pass, you focused your efforts on forcing your body to reform, but the soft mounds of Midori’s chest fought their hardest to keep you flat under them. You were no quitter, valiantly pushing up against her pillowy tits and doing your best to slowly work yourself back into shape.
Utterly oblivious to what was happening beneath her chest, Midori gave Yakima an apologetic smile since Ben failed to turn in their search for him.
"Don't worry Yaki. I'm sure we'll find him eventually." Midori said softly, placing her hand on top of Yakima's, mirroring Cori as they tried to placate their worried coworker. "We'll have another look around before we go. Ok?"
Yakima nodded glumly, feeling all the worse that she somehow managed to already lose Ben. Her eyes ran over the table, a small spark of hope in her that she’d find him just sitting there waiting for them, but most of the table's surface was all but buried beneath the three model's chests. And of course, Ben was nowhere in sight. Oh, what was she going to tell Mary?
The table squeaked as Midori leaned forward, placing most of her weight on the plastic surface. You yelped as the pressure intensified and her boobs easily crushed all the progress you had made so far. And as if to quickly make up for their brief separation, Midori's warmth and scent quickly invaded the space you were trapped in. Almost like her body was trying its damnedest to imprint itself onto all your senses. One part of you stood up despite the weight bearing down on your body and you turned bright red as your raging boner rubbed against the underside of the Asian model's tits.
You did NOT want to be caught with that sticking out. The shame would kill you and you only redoubled your efforts to escape from underneath Midori's chest.
"Why don’t you tell us about Ben...I mean you are his roommate right?" Midori wiggled her eyebrows as Cori's face lit up with a vulpine grin. "Your first meeting with the little guy must have been...interesting."
The two models failed to miss the sudden blush flaring on Yakima's cheeks as she remembered exactly how she first met him.
“Uwahh!” The two girls squealed in unison. “Tell us! Tell us!”
"N-nothing happened." Yakima sputtered, leaning away from the two. "M-Miss Mary introduced us and said that I'd be sharing a room with him." She knew her white lie wouldn't fly the moment it left her lips as both Cori and Midori gave her a flat stare. She quickly stood up gasping, "I-I think my food is ready. I'll be right back."
"Yaki." Midori purred, swiftly grabbing ahold of her friend's arm before she could escape. "We're all friends here, so why don't you tell us what really happened. We're just dying to know."
Yakima's gaze danced between the door and her colleagues, judging whether a forceful retreat was worth it before she sighed in defeat and slumped back into her chair. Cori slid her chair over beside her, boxing Yakima in between her and the wall. Both models eagerly leaned in to hear the juicy details.
"Well..." Yakima debated where to begin, but eventually decided to just tell it straight as embarrassing as it was. "I had just arrived at the house and Miss Mary was introducing me to her family when Claire, Ben's sister..." She stopped as her face burned from the memory of it and an in a teeny, tiny voice said, "...Tossed him into my cleavage..."
"Sorry, Yakima." Cori bumped against her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "I didn't catch that last bit. His sister did what?"
The Asian model glared at Cori, but the blonde woman's smile only broadened at her glare. Oh, she definitely heard it, Yakima grunted and knew she was milking this for all its worth. Gritting her teeth, Yakima repeated in slightly louder voice, "She tossed him into my cleavage."
"A little louder Yaki." Midori cupped her ear, smirking as she leaned closer. "I couldn't quite hear it."
"I said, She tossed him right in between my tits." Yakima nearly shouted, only to slap her hand over her mouth a quite a few patrons whipped their heads her directly. Her ears turned bright red as she internally screamed for that blunder and dropped down on the table, wrapping her arms over her head. This night couldn't get any worse!
"So, the little guy already gotten to second base. You go girl." Cori harrumphed, thumping Yakima on her back.
Scratch that, it could.
Yakima groaned from beneath her arms, her urge to find Ben fighting against her urge to flee the restaurant if only to avoid any more embarrassment from her coworkers.
"No need to pout Yakima." Cori patted her back, "We're just curious about the little guy. So, what happened next?"
Glaring from in between her arms, Yakima continued her tale in muffled voice as the two models closed in to listen. "Mary showed me to our room. Ben lives in a dollhouse by the way, but I didn't know at the time. I honestly thought they were pulling my leg, so didn't think about it when Claire dropped him off. Then I..." Yakima's shoulders shook as she avidly remembered the next part. "Then I stripped right in front of him." From their Yakima recounted how they officially met and how he ended joining their photo shoot via a joyride on her rear.
Midori and Cori looked up at each other, awestruck at what they were hearing.
They knew Yakima had started crushing on the little guy fairly quickly and given how he showed up at the photo shoot, something must have happened, but wow. Barely a day in and Ben has already been to second base and gotten a full-frontal view of the busty woman, all before they even managed to so much as say ‘hi’ to each other. Given their own experiences trying to date, no wonder Ben made such an impression, no other guy in the world could've even gotten close to getting away with what the little man has done without the police being called.
"That's just...wow." Was all Midori could say. "You two really been at it."
Yakima groaned at her words.
Looking back on it, Midori's word rang true. Yakima could honestly say that no other guy has gotten as far as Ben has. Sure, the little guy is as cute as a button and been a great sport about everything, but that didn't change the fact that he was a guy that had dove into her tits (unwilling as it may’ve been), seen her completely naked, and then joined her photoshoot with a bunch of drop dead gorgeous models! She wasn't innocent either as it had been her ass that had smashed him flat, and she carried on none the wiser....Ah.
"Huh, what is it Yakima?" Cori tilted her head as Yakima quickly stood up.
"I think I might know where Ben is." Yakima began running her hands up and down her body, ignoring the looks it was getting her from the staff and patrons.
"Whoa there, Yaki." Midori quickly grabbed her friend's hands before she started groping herself. "Where do you think that is?"
In a completely serious tone, Yakima told them. "I think he might’ve been flattened by one of us, especially...well, here." She pointed to two locations on her body, underneath her chest and over her rear. "He told me that's where he often ended up underneath his aunt."
Cori and Midori looked at each other before shrugging, then began to carefully check themselves for their wayward boy-toy.
The question is, did they find you?
You found yourself staring up at the underside of a familiar red crop top, one straining to contain a colossal pair of breasts. Right before you could call out to the unaware model, Midori sat down and slammed her huge chest onto the table, leaving you once again buried beneath the bulk of a woman’s curves. While not as crazily busty as Olivia or Yakima, Midori was still a heavyweight in the bust category as her chest easily steamrolled over your flattened body. The sheer mass of her pair bearing down on you was enough to keep you flat on the table, her thin top doing nothing to lessen the devilish softness of her breasts.
And as pleasurable as it was being smothered underneath the beautiful model’s chest, prior experience had taught you that things were going to quickly spiral out of control. Not wanting that to come to pass, you focused your efforts on forcing your body to reform, but the soft mounds of Midori’s chest fought their hardest to keep you flat under them. You were no quitter, valiantly pushing up against her pillowy tits and doing your best to slowly work yourself back into shape.
Utterly oblivious to what was happening beneath her chest, Midori gave Yakima an apologetic smile since Ben failed to turn in their search for him.
"Don't worry Yaki. I'm sure we'll find him eventually." Midori said softly, placing her hand on top of Yakima's, mirroring Cori as they tried to placate their worried coworker. "We'll have another look around before we go. Ok?"
Yakima nodded glumly, feeling all the worse that she somehow managed to already lose Ben. Her eyes ran over the table, a small spark of hope in her that she’d find him just sitting there waiting for them, but most of the table's surface was all but buried beneath the three model's chests. And of course, Ben was nowhere in sight. Oh, what was she going to tell Mary?
The table squeaked as Midori leaned forward, placing most of her weight on the plastic surface. You yelped as the pressure intensified and her boobs easily crushed all the progress you had made so far. And as if to quickly make up for their brief separation, Midori's warmth and scent quickly invaded the space you were trapped in. Almost like her body was trying its damnedest to imprint itself onto all your senses. One part of you stood up despite the weight bearing down on your body and you turned bright red as your raging boner rubbed against the underside of the Asian model's tits.
You did NOT want to be caught with that sticking out. The shame would kill you and you only redoubled your efforts to escape from underneath Midori's chest.
"Why don’t you tell us about Ben...I mean you are his roommate right?" Midori wiggled her eyebrows as Cori's face lit up with a vulpine grin. "Your first meeting with the little guy must have been...interesting."
The two models failed to miss the sudden blush flaring on Yakima's cheeks as she remembered exactly how she first met him.
“Uwahh!” The two girls squealed in unison. “Tell us! Tell us!”
"N-nothing happened." Yakima sputtered, leaning away from the two. "M-Miss Mary introduced us and said that I'd be sharing a room with him." She knew her white lie wouldn't fly the moment it left her lips as both Cori and Midori gave her a flat stare. She quickly stood up gasping, "I-I think my food is ready. I'll be right back."
"Yaki." Midori purred, swiftly grabbing ahold of her friend's arm before she could escape. "We're all friends here, so why don't you tell us what really happened. We're just dying to know."
Yakima's gaze danced between the door and her colleagues, judging whether a forceful retreat was worth it before she sighed in defeat and slumped back into her chair. Cori slid her chair over beside her, boxing Yakima in between her and the wall. Both models eagerly leaned in to hear the juicy details.
"Well..." Yakima debated where to begin, but eventually decided to just tell it straight as embarrassing as it was. "I had just arrived at the house and Miss Mary was introducing me to her family when Claire, Ben's sister..." She stopped as her face burned from the memory of it and an in a teeny, tiny voice said, "...Tossed him into my cleavage..."
"Sorry, Yakima." Cori bumped against her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "I didn't catch that last bit. His sister did what?"
The Asian model glared at Cori, but the blonde woman's smile only broadened at her glare. Oh, she definitely heard it, Yakima grunted and knew she was milking this for all its worth. Gritting her teeth, Yakima repeated in slightly louder voice, "She tossed him into my cleavage."
"A little louder Yaki." Midori cupped her ear, smirking as she leaned closer. "I couldn't quite hear it."
"I said, She tossed him right in between my tits." Yakima nearly shouted, only to slap her hand over her mouth a quite a few patrons whipped their heads her directly. Her ears turned bright red as she internally screamed for that blunder and dropped down on the table, wrapping her arms over her head. This night couldn't get any worse!
"So, the little guy already gotten to second base. You go girl." Cori harrumphed, thumping Yakima on her back.
Scratch that, it could.
Yakima groaned from beneath her arms, her urge to find Ben fighting against her urge to flee the restaurant if only to avoid any more embarrassment from her coworkers.
"No need to pout Yakima." Cori patted her back, "We're just curious about the little guy. So, what happened next?"
Glaring from in between her arms, Yakima continued her tale in muffled voice as the two models closed in to listen. "Mary showed me to our room. Ben lives in a dollhouse by the way, but I didn't know at the time. I honestly thought they were pulling my leg, so didn't think about it when Claire dropped him off. Then I..." Yakima's shoulders shook as she avidly remembered the next part. "Then I stripped right in front of him." From their Yakima recounted how they officially met and how he ended joining their photo shoot via a joyride on her rear.
Midori and Cori looked up at each other, awestruck at what they were hearing.
They knew Yakima had started crushing on the little guy fairly quickly and given how he showed up at the photo shoot, something must have happened, but wow. Barely a day in and Ben has already been to second base and gotten a full-frontal view of the busty woman, all before they even managed to so much as say ‘hi’ to each other. Given their own experiences trying to date, no wonder Ben made such an impression, no other guy in the world could've even gotten close to getting away with what the little man has done without the police being called.
"That's just...wow." Was all Midori could say. "You two really been at it."
Yakima groaned at her words.
Looking back on it, Midori's word rang true. Yakima could honestly say that no other guy has gotten as far as Ben has. Sure, the little guy is as cute as a button and been a great sport about everything, but that didn't change the fact that he was a guy that had dove into her tits (unwilling as it may’ve been), seen her completely naked, and then joined her photoshoot with a bunch of drop dead gorgeous models! She wasn't innocent either as it had been her ass that had smashed him flat, and she carried on none the wiser....Ah.
"Huh, what is it Yakima?" Cori tilted her head as Yakima quickly stood up.
"I think I might know where Ben is." Yakima began running her hands up and down her body, ignoring the looks it was getting her from the staff and patrons.
"Whoa there, Yaki." Midori quickly grabbed her friend's hands before she started groping herself. "Where do you think that is?"
In a completely serious tone, Yakima told them. "I think he might’ve been flattened by one of us, especially...well, here." She pointed to two locations on her body, underneath her chest and over her rear. "He told me that's where he often ended up underneath his aunt."
Cori and Midori looked at each other before shrugging, then began to carefully check themselves for their wayward boy-toy.
The question is, did they find you?
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