Carried Away with Midori
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
"It'll be alright Yaki." Midori patted her back, trying to cheer up the depressed model, but the young woman in question just looked miserable instead. "I'm sure his mom and sisters will know what do here."
Yakima nodded glumly, kicking herself for losing you already.
Her bringing Ben to work had been a complete accident but losing him when she was fully aware of him being there, that is what really stung. Not to mention how she'll explain this to his mom and sisters, 'Oh I'm so sorry, Miss Mary. I accidentally dragged your son to work on my butt and I happened to lose him on the way back home.'
Yeah, that was going to be pleasant conversation.
Hopefully though, they'll have some idea where he might be. If this happens as much as he said it does, they'll know what to do in this situation...right?
Well, damn. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Or more appropriately, passed from one colossal bosom to another.
Yakima, bless her heart, actually remembered what you told her about all the "odd occurrences" that tended to happen to you. And having heard her tell Cori and Midori that you might've stuck somewhere on their person, you held onto the vague hope that you'll be rescued from your predicament. However, it seemed your rotten luck had other ideas.
You tried to force your flattened form to move, to give some indication that you were plastered underneath Midori's chest as the buxom Asian methodically ran her hands over assets. Unfortunately, having been smushed by not one, but two massive pairs of tits, your body at this point was practically ingrained into Midori's top. So, your hopes were dashed when her hand glided over you, her not feeling the slight difference in texture as she finished checking her breasts and moved the search down to her rump.
So, when their search for you came up empty, the models had no choice but to call it a night.
It hurt your heart to hear the simper in Yakima's voice after you failed to turn up. She was such a sweetheart. You'll definitely make it up to her later once you get the chance. And the situation really wasn't her fault. The universe just seemed to be conspiring against you. Even your family, despite having years of experience with this, tended to be the ones that left you stuck in their underwear, beneath their feet, and everything else in between.
Hence, you just chalk it up as another incident in a long line of accidents.
However, things could be a lot worse.
And if you were being totally honest, being plastered to the underside of a criminally hot model's chest was actually nice.
But, while your body was entwined with the fibers of Midori's top and thus unable to free yourself, you were certain that she’d discover you at some point later tonight. And unlike Olivia, she seemed to be a nice person, so hopefully she'll return you to Yakima tomorrow at the next photo shoot and then you two can put this entire situation behind you. And from what you've seen, Midori seemed to be the most mature and level-headed of the three. Though somewhere in the back of your mind, you found it vaguely amusing that you'd encountered so many incredibly well-endowed women in such a short time, but at this point, you might as well enjoy the ride.
Despite what you said earlier, the ride to Midori's place was actually quite short.
By your estimate, it'd only been about ten minutes since both of you left the restaurant before Midori pulled into a parking spot and shut off the ignition. The mammoth bosom you'd been stuck to literally jumped when she hopped out of her car. From there, you got to experience just a fraction of what a bra went through as each step had her bosom bouncing. You could feel the cup behind you straining to contain its load, just reinforcing how much mass was being kept under control.
Next was a short ride up the elevator, and then you were in front of Midori's apartment.
From what you could see, it was a comfortable-looking place. The furniture looked fairly new, everything was tastefully color-coordinated, and smelled slightly of jasmine. You couldn't see anything higher than chest level, thanks to a certain pair of footballs blocking your view but you imagined the rest of her home looked the same. All in all, it seemed Midori prioritized comfort over design but kept a nice sense of style.
And once Midori was in the privacy of her home, she began to strip.
You yelped as she pulled the crop top off, tossing it to one end of her couch. The sudden force dislodged you from the fabric as both of you sailed through the air. You landed with a slight "oomph" shortly followed by her crop top as it landed on you. The rest of her clothes came afterwards as you were quickly buried beneath a small hill of fabric.
Unseen by you, Midori sighed as she stretched her limbs, enjoying the cool air tickling her skin.
As much as she loved wearing stylish clothes, her proportions tended to make them a little too tight for her comfort. She wasn't sure when it started, but one day after coming home from a hectic photo shoot, she'd made the whimsical decision to try and spend the night in her apartment nude. It had been so liberating that she kept doing it since. Maybe it was the feeling of freedom that she had when everything came off that exhilarated her.
Though that meant she quickly caught a whiff of herself as well.
"Huh. I must've sweated more than I thought...though that might've been because of Ben." Midori rubbed her thighs together as she thought of the little man. She giggled as she remembered how crazy things got after he showed up today. It made her wonder how such a small guy had turned the entire day topsy-turvy. That and how much Yakima was obviously crushing on him, though she doubted Ben knew. Guys tended to be quite dense about it, but she found it to be rather cute instead.
She almost snatched up the little guy for herself.
But propriety came first.
She and Cori had agreed to let Yakima have the first shot with him. If things didn't work out between them though, he was fair game as far as they were concerned.
And contrary to what most people thought, Midori actually favored the more soft-spoken, sensitive guys than the raging, hormonal brutes that she's dealt with since middle school after puberty hit her like a train.
Much like Yakima and Cori, Midori had been accosted by an endless stream of hormonal apes who seemed to believe that her assets constituted some form of open invitation to soliciting, or that they in some way communicated consent to being touched. That and only a strong man deserved a woman like her and was entitled to have her. And unfortunately, most of the guys she wanted to date were either too shy to ask her or held the belief that someone like them wasn't worthy enough for her affections and were afraid that she'll laugh off their attempts.
She wasn't that kind of girl, but her female classmates believed otherwise.
So, other than a few short dates, Midori really didn't have much experience in the dating world.
And in comes a sweet, shy, and little guy that she can hold in the palm of her hand. That adorable look of embarrassment, those shy smiles, and his gentlemanly attitude had won quite a few brownie points in her book. If things didn't work out with Yakima, Cori was going to have a fight on her hands if she wanted the little man for herself.
Oh, this was getting her worked up.
"I need a shower. Now." Midori quickly headed to the bathroom, where she was going to spend a nice, long moment with the showerhead.
Option 1) Midori comes out of the shower (nude) and sees you as you climb out of her discarded clothes.
Option 2) You don't get out in time and are swept up with her clothes before being deposited in the laundry.
Option 3) You run to the other end of the couch, where Midori doesn't see you and you're acquainted with her other end.
Option 4) You hear the front door being unlocked, who could possibly be visiting at this time of night?
Option 5) Midori sits as you climb out of the pile, so now you have to find a way to get the nude model's attention.
Yakima nodded glumly, kicking herself for losing you already.
Her bringing Ben to work had been a complete accident but losing him when she was fully aware of him being there, that is what really stung. Not to mention how she'll explain this to his mom and sisters, 'Oh I'm so sorry, Miss Mary. I accidentally dragged your son to work on my butt and I happened to lose him on the way back home.'
Yeah, that was going to be pleasant conversation.
Hopefully though, they'll have some idea where he might be. If this happens as much as he said it does, they'll know what to do in this situation...right?
.........
Well, damn. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Or more appropriately, passed from one colossal bosom to another.
Yakima, bless her heart, actually remembered what you told her about all the "odd occurrences" that tended to happen to you. And having heard her tell Cori and Midori that you might've stuck somewhere on their person, you held onto the vague hope that you'll be rescued from your predicament. However, it seemed your rotten luck had other ideas.
You tried to force your flattened form to move, to give some indication that you were plastered underneath Midori's chest as the buxom Asian methodically ran her hands over assets. Unfortunately, having been smushed by not one, but two massive pairs of tits, your body at this point was practically ingrained into Midori's top. So, your hopes were dashed when her hand glided over you, her not feeling the slight difference in texture as she finished checking her breasts and moved the search down to her rump.
So, when their search for you came up empty, the models had no choice but to call it a night.
It hurt your heart to hear the simper in Yakima's voice after you failed to turn up. She was such a sweetheart. You'll definitely make it up to her later once you get the chance. And the situation really wasn't her fault. The universe just seemed to be conspiring against you. Even your family, despite having years of experience with this, tended to be the ones that left you stuck in their underwear, beneath their feet, and everything else in between.
Hence, you just chalk it up as another incident in a long line of accidents.
However, things could be a lot worse.
And if you were being totally honest, being plastered to the underside of a criminally hot model's chest was actually nice.
But, while your body was entwined with the fibers of Midori's top and thus unable to free yourself, you were certain that she’d discover you at some point later tonight. And unlike Olivia, she seemed to be a nice person, so hopefully she'll return you to Yakima tomorrow at the next photo shoot and then you two can put this entire situation behind you. And from what you've seen, Midori seemed to be the most mature and level-headed of the three. Though somewhere in the back of your mind, you found it vaguely amusing that you'd encountered so many incredibly well-endowed women in such a short time, but at this point, you might as well enjoy the ride.
.........
Despite what you said earlier, the ride to Midori's place was actually quite short.
By your estimate, it'd only been about ten minutes since both of you left the restaurant before Midori pulled into a parking spot and shut off the ignition. The mammoth bosom you'd been stuck to literally jumped when she hopped out of her car. From there, you got to experience just a fraction of what a bra went through as each step had her bosom bouncing. You could feel the cup behind you straining to contain its load, just reinforcing how much mass was being kept under control.
Next was a short ride up the elevator, and then you were in front of Midori's apartment.
From what you could see, it was a comfortable-looking place. The furniture looked fairly new, everything was tastefully color-coordinated, and smelled slightly of jasmine. You couldn't see anything higher than chest level, thanks to a certain pair of footballs blocking your view but you imagined the rest of her home looked the same. All in all, it seemed Midori prioritized comfort over design but kept a nice sense of style.
And once Midori was in the privacy of her home, she began to strip.
You yelped as she pulled the crop top off, tossing it to one end of her couch. The sudden force dislodged you from the fabric as both of you sailed through the air. You landed with a slight "oomph" shortly followed by her crop top as it landed on you. The rest of her clothes came afterwards as you were quickly buried beneath a small hill of fabric.
Unseen by you, Midori sighed as she stretched her limbs, enjoying the cool air tickling her skin.
As much as she loved wearing stylish clothes, her proportions tended to make them a little too tight for her comfort. She wasn't sure when it started, but one day after coming home from a hectic photo shoot, she'd made the whimsical decision to try and spend the night in her apartment nude. It had been so liberating that she kept doing it since. Maybe it was the feeling of freedom that she had when everything came off that exhilarated her.
Though that meant she quickly caught a whiff of herself as well.
"Huh. I must've sweated more than I thought...though that might've been because of Ben." Midori rubbed her thighs together as she thought of the little man. She giggled as she remembered how crazy things got after he showed up today. It made her wonder how such a small guy had turned the entire day topsy-turvy. That and how much Yakima was obviously crushing on him, though she doubted Ben knew. Guys tended to be quite dense about it, but she found it to be rather cute instead.
She almost snatched up the little guy for herself.
But propriety came first.
She and Cori had agreed to let Yakima have the first shot with him. If things didn't work out between them though, he was fair game as far as they were concerned.
And contrary to what most people thought, Midori actually favored the more soft-spoken, sensitive guys than the raging, hormonal brutes that she's dealt with since middle school after puberty hit her like a train.
Much like Yakima and Cori, Midori had been accosted by an endless stream of hormonal apes who seemed to believe that her assets constituted some form of open invitation to soliciting, or that they in some way communicated consent to being touched. That and only a strong man deserved a woman like her and was entitled to have her. And unfortunately, most of the guys she wanted to date were either too shy to ask her or held the belief that someone like them wasn't worthy enough for her affections and were afraid that she'll laugh off their attempts.
She wasn't that kind of girl, but her female classmates believed otherwise.
So, other than a few short dates, Midori really didn't have much experience in the dating world.
And in comes a sweet, shy, and little guy that she can hold in the palm of her hand. That adorable look of embarrassment, those shy smiles, and his gentlemanly attitude had won quite a few brownie points in her book. If things didn't work out with Yakima, Cori was going to have a fight on her hands if she wanted the little man for herself.
Oh, this was getting her worked up.
"I need a shower. Now." Midori quickly headed to the bathroom, where she was going to spend a nice, long moment with the showerhead.
.........
Option 1) Midori comes out of the shower (nude) and sees you as you climb out of her discarded clothes.
Option 2) You don't get out in time and are swept up with her clothes before being deposited in the laundry.
Option 3) You run to the other end of the couch, where Midori doesn't see you and you're acquainted with her other end.
Option 4) You hear the front door being unlocked, who could possibly be visiting at this time of night?
Option 5) Midori sits as you climb out of the pile, so now you have to find a way to get the nude model's attention.
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