A Reunion of Bare Proportions
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
Well, damn.
The universe really seems to be set against you today, but you really had no time to gripe about it.
Given your prior experiences, you needed to escape out from under the small hill dogpiled on top of you before Midori decided it was time to put her clothes (and you) through the spin cycle. Your only saving grace so far was that Midori was taking her sweet time in the shower...quite a bit of time actually. And though muffled by the layers over you, your ears picked up on another sound beside that of running water. Tilting your head, you stilled yourself as the mysterious sound trickled through...
“MMMMHHHHHHHHHH~~~”, a throaty moan echoed through the apartment.
Your face turned cherry red as you finally recognized the sound. 'What's she doing in there!?!?'
Ideas flashed through your brain, each more stimulating than the last. Your boner pressed tightly against the inside of your shorts, but you smacked yourself in the head before your brain decided to go off to Lalaland. 'Get it together Ben.' You mentally snapped at yourself, 'Get out now, imagine later.' But Midori's scent and warmth pervaded the small space you were trapped in, making it quite difficult to keep your concentration.
Tentatively keeping your focus, you fumbled about, looking for an exit.
Very little light penetrated Midori's clothes, making it difficult to figure out which way to go. So rather than searching aimlessly, you picked a random direction and army-crawled forward. Eventually, your surroundings began to brighten as you found a sliver of light ahead of you. Pushing yourself forward, you wiggled underneath the edge and popped out of the pile.
Pulling the rest of yourself out, you sighed with relief.
Now freed from the cotton prison, you turned and climbed to the top of the pile.
Hopefully, when Midori comes to collect her clothes, you'll be able to get her attention. Though, that might be awhile, if the continuous moaning coming from the bathroom was any indication.
Blushing bright red, you tried to distract yourself from the model's sultry cries by looking about her apartment. Having only seen half of it, you looked about to see the rest. It was quite...homely. Most of the stuff looked new, but comfortable. There were a few trinkets here and there, but the overall impression was the same. Your expectations had been a little different, but television was to blame and you definitely didn't know anyone that's been inside a model's home before.
You chuckled, imagining the looks on your friends' faces when you tell them about this....ah.
No, scratch that. Bad idea.
If you told anyone, then Victoria will definitely hear about it. That was one thing you didn't want to happen. She was your girlfriend. The one and only for you. And you seriously doubted that she'll be happy to hear that you've been spending time with a cadre of drop-dead, gorgeous models. Though people normally wouldn't think it given her sugary sweet demeanor, Victoria was rather territorial when it came to you. It'll be best if you refrain from going to anymore photo shoots from now on, if only to prove your faithfulness to your girlfriend.
Your thoughts were interrupted as the bathroom door opened. Apparently, while you'd been lost in thought, Midori had finally finished her shower and was now coming out.
That was expected.
The thing that you weren't expecting was that Midori came out only with a fluffy, white towel draped over her shoulders.
Your jaw dropped as you beheld the Asian model in all her nude glory.
Midori walked towards you with a slow, measured gait, giving you far too much time to run your eyes up and down her alluring figure. At your size, describing what you saw wasn't something that can be done justice in any kind of description. It was like an ant trying to describe a giant. The sheer size difference between you making everything so much...more. Your eyes were glued to her, the way her giant breasts bounced with each step, how her enormous ass gyrated alongside her swaying hips, and...gulp. Your eyes widened as you stared at the Y between her legs.
You'd seen a woman's privates before, quite a few actually, but that was only because you'd been force to as you tended to end up stuck inside their undergarments one way or another...but now, it was different.
You stared up at the gorgeous model like an idiot, taking in every detail like a detective. Midori's crotch was smooth, not a hair in sight. Your eyes drifting lower to her slit. Against your will, you imagined yourself kissing those rosy lips. Almost hypnotized, your head titled farther and farther back till Midori stood almost directly above, her swaying breasts and the slit between her legs completely visible from your position. You stood frozen in place, not moving even when she bent over, her legs parting slightly and scooped up the pile you were standing on.
You yelped as you were swept up with her clothes, suddenly brought back to reality.
'Shit!.' You wanted to smack yourself for your lapse, but you scrambled to hold on as Midori hummed above you, taking her clothes (and you) to the laundry basket in her closet.
With barely any time to spare, you clambered up her clothes with the desperation of a condemned man. If you didn't, then you'd end up thrown in the wash. Your mom had accidentally done that to you on several occasions. It was traumatizing to say the least and you'd be damned if you were going to let it happen now.
Reaching the top of the pile, you jumped up and down, waving your arms desperately to get Midori's attention but the model wasn't looking your direction. So, with closet fast approaching and Midori still none the wiser to your presence, you needed to act fast or you'd be buried beneath a mountain that you'd be unable to escape from.
"Screw it!" you yelled, jumping from the pile and onto Midori's right breast. You stumbled forward, dropping to your knees as you tried to keep your balance above the swaying mass.
"Sorry about this." You murmured before you brought your head down and bit her.
"♫♫♫."
Midori hummed happily, feeling refreshed after her nice, long, pleasant shower.
It'd taken a lot longer than her usual, but the showerhead made a wonderful contribution to her current mood. She giggled, remembering just who she'd been imagining in there.
She hopes that they find Ben.
It'd be a real pity if he didn't make it to the photo shoot tomorrow, especially for Yakima. The poor girl was crushing so hard on the little guy. Midori was honestly worried that her friend will twist herself into knots over this. So, Midori crossed her fingers, closed her eyes, and made a quick prayer.
'Oh God, please bring Ben back to us safe and soun-OW!'
Midori's eyes shot open as a pinching pain radiated from her right breast. It almost felt like something had just bitten her. Looking down, they widened to the size of saucers as she beheld a tiny figure clinging to the topside of her breast.
It couldn't be.
Can it really be him?
"...Ben?" she whispered.
The little man looked up, staring straight into her eyes.
Midori didn't miss the look of utter relief on his face when they made eye-contact. Her reaction wasn't so subtle as she squealed happily, dropping the clothes in her hand and quickly grasping him in her hands. "I find you. I find you." She sang, looking down at him as she held him right in front of her cleavage. her happiness causing the twin peaks to shake seductively.
"Hi, Midori." he said lamely, not looking at what was on display.
"Hey cutie." She grinned, "I guess you were with me the whole time. Looks like Yakima had been right earlier about you being stuck on us. Sorry about squashing you back at the restaurant."
"I-it's alright." He sputtered, blushing madly, which Midori found to be very cute. "Uh, Midori...could you put some clothes on. I-I don't know where to look."
Only then did it click that she was still in her birthday suit, holding the little guy right in front of her swaying tits. Midori's face lit up so fast that Ben thought she'd burst into flames. Contrary to his expectation, she didn't scream, didn't squeal, but gently placed the little guy on the table before almost sprinting to her bedroom. She had both hands over her ass, trying to futilely cover her naked bum, but there was too much surface area to cover, and she just knew Ben got a nice eyeful of her rear end before she vanished inside her room.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" She nearly screamed.
While she's happy that she found the little man safe and sound, she sure as hell didn't want to do so while give him a full frontal view. Her face burned hotter when she realized he must've seen everything, especially if he's been there the whole time. Like Yakima told them, Midori was now certainly on the little guys' list of models he's seen nude. She wanted to bury herself in a deep hole. 'Oh god. I didn't want to find him this way.'
But, it was too late for that and Midori didn't want to leave him alone for too long.
Her face still flushed, practically burning as she shuffled through her clothes. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a selection in the way of nightwear. Sleeping nude meant you really didn't need anything, but she wasn't going to be naked in front of Ben, so she eventually settled with an oversized t-shirt and a thong. Not much, but far better than nothing.
She was relieved to see that Ben was where she left him and respectfully looking away from her door when she peeked through it. Mustering her courage, she slipped out of her room and stood in front of the little guy.
"Hi again." She muttered shyly.
"Hello." Ben answered awkwardly.
The universe really seems to be set against you today, but you really had no time to gripe about it.
Given your prior experiences, you needed to escape out from under the small hill dogpiled on top of you before Midori decided it was time to put her clothes (and you) through the spin cycle. Your only saving grace so far was that Midori was taking her sweet time in the shower...quite a bit of time actually. And though muffled by the layers over you, your ears picked up on another sound beside that of running water. Tilting your head, you stilled yourself as the mysterious sound trickled through...
“MMMMHHHHHHHHHH~~~”, a throaty moan echoed through the apartment.
Your face turned cherry red as you finally recognized the sound. 'What's she doing in there!?!?'
Ideas flashed through your brain, each more stimulating than the last. Your boner pressed tightly against the inside of your shorts, but you smacked yourself in the head before your brain decided to go off to Lalaland. 'Get it together Ben.' You mentally snapped at yourself, 'Get out now, imagine later.' But Midori's scent and warmth pervaded the small space you were trapped in, making it quite difficult to keep your concentration.
Tentatively keeping your focus, you fumbled about, looking for an exit.
Very little light penetrated Midori's clothes, making it difficult to figure out which way to go. So rather than searching aimlessly, you picked a random direction and army-crawled forward. Eventually, your surroundings began to brighten as you found a sliver of light ahead of you. Pushing yourself forward, you wiggled underneath the edge and popped out of the pile.
Pulling the rest of yourself out, you sighed with relief.
Now freed from the cotton prison, you turned and climbed to the top of the pile.
Hopefully, when Midori comes to collect her clothes, you'll be able to get her attention. Though, that might be awhile, if the continuous moaning coming from the bathroom was any indication.
Blushing bright red, you tried to distract yourself from the model's sultry cries by looking about her apartment. Having only seen half of it, you looked about to see the rest. It was quite...homely. Most of the stuff looked new, but comfortable. There were a few trinkets here and there, but the overall impression was the same. Your expectations had been a little different, but television was to blame and you definitely didn't know anyone that's been inside a model's home before.
You chuckled, imagining the looks on your friends' faces when you tell them about this....ah.
No, scratch that. Bad idea.
If you told anyone, then Victoria will definitely hear about it. That was one thing you didn't want to happen. She was your girlfriend. The one and only for you. And you seriously doubted that she'll be happy to hear that you've been spending time with a cadre of drop-dead, gorgeous models. Though people normally wouldn't think it given her sugary sweet demeanor, Victoria was rather territorial when it came to you. It'll be best if you refrain from going to anymore photo shoots from now on, if only to prove your faithfulness to your girlfriend.
Your thoughts were interrupted as the bathroom door opened. Apparently, while you'd been lost in thought, Midori had finally finished her shower and was now coming out.
That was expected.
The thing that you weren't expecting was that Midori came out only with a fluffy, white towel draped over her shoulders.
Your jaw dropped as you beheld the Asian model in all her nude glory.
Midori walked towards you with a slow, measured gait, giving you far too much time to run your eyes up and down her alluring figure. At your size, describing what you saw wasn't something that can be done justice in any kind of description. It was like an ant trying to describe a giant. The sheer size difference between you making everything so much...more. Your eyes were glued to her, the way her giant breasts bounced with each step, how her enormous ass gyrated alongside her swaying hips, and...gulp. Your eyes widened as you stared at the Y between her legs.
You'd seen a woman's privates before, quite a few actually, but that was only because you'd been force to as you tended to end up stuck inside their undergarments one way or another...but now, it was different.
You stared up at the gorgeous model like an idiot, taking in every detail like a detective. Midori's crotch was smooth, not a hair in sight. Your eyes drifting lower to her slit. Against your will, you imagined yourself kissing those rosy lips. Almost hypnotized, your head titled farther and farther back till Midori stood almost directly above, her swaying breasts and the slit between her legs completely visible from your position. You stood frozen in place, not moving even when she bent over, her legs parting slightly and scooped up the pile you were standing on.
You yelped as you were swept up with her clothes, suddenly brought back to reality.
'Shit!.' You wanted to smack yourself for your lapse, but you scrambled to hold on as Midori hummed above you, taking her clothes (and you) to the laundry basket in her closet.
With barely any time to spare, you clambered up her clothes with the desperation of a condemned man. If you didn't, then you'd end up thrown in the wash. Your mom had accidentally done that to you on several occasions. It was traumatizing to say the least and you'd be damned if you were going to let it happen now.
Reaching the top of the pile, you jumped up and down, waving your arms desperately to get Midori's attention but the model wasn't looking your direction. So, with closet fast approaching and Midori still none the wiser to your presence, you needed to act fast or you'd be buried beneath a mountain that you'd be unable to escape from.
"Screw it!" you yelled, jumping from the pile and onto Midori's right breast. You stumbled forward, dropping to your knees as you tried to keep your balance above the swaying mass.
"Sorry about this." You murmured before you brought your head down and bit her.
.........
"♫♫♫."
Midori hummed happily, feeling refreshed after her nice, long, pleasant shower.
It'd taken a lot longer than her usual, but the showerhead made a wonderful contribution to her current mood. She giggled, remembering just who she'd been imagining in there.
She hopes that they find Ben.
It'd be a real pity if he didn't make it to the photo shoot tomorrow, especially for Yakima. The poor girl was crushing so hard on the little guy. Midori was honestly worried that her friend will twist herself into knots over this. So, Midori crossed her fingers, closed her eyes, and made a quick prayer.
'Oh God, please bring Ben back to us safe and soun-OW!'
Midori's eyes shot open as a pinching pain radiated from her right breast. It almost felt like something had just bitten her. Looking down, they widened to the size of saucers as she beheld a tiny figure clinging to the topside of her breast.
It couldn't be.
Can it really be him?
"...Ben?" she whispered.
The little man looked up, staring straight into her eyes.
Midori didn't miss the look of utter relief on his face when they made eye-contact. Her reaction wasn't so subtle as she squealed happily, dropping the clothes in her hand and quickly grasping him in her hands. "I find you. I find you." She sang, looking down at him as she held him right in front of her cleavage. her happiness causing the twin peaks to shake seductively.
"Hi, Midori." he said lamely, not looking at what was on display.
"Hey cutie." She grinned, "I guess you were with me the whole time. Looks like Yakima had been right earlier about you being stuck on us. Sorry about squashing you back at the restaurant."
"I-it's alright." He sputtered, blushing madly, which Midori found to be very cute. "Uh, Midori...could you put some clothes on. I-I don't know where to look."
Only then did it click that she was still in her birthday suit, holding the little guy right in front of her swaying tits. Midori's face lit up so fast that Ben thought she'd burst into flames. Contrary to his expectation, she didn't scream, didn't squeal, but gently placed the little guy on the table before almost sprinting to her bedroom. She had both hands over her ass, trying to futilely cover her naked bum, but there was too much surface area to cover, and she just knew Ben got a nice eyeful of her rear end before she vanished inside her room.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" She nearly screamed.
While she's happy that she found the little man safe and sound, she sure as hell didn't want to do so while give him a full frontal view. Her face burned hotter when she realized he must've seen everything, especially if he's been there the whole time. Like Yakima told them, Midori was now certainly on the little guys' list of models he's seen nude. She wanted to bury herself in a deep hole. 'Oh god. I didn't want to find him this way.'
But, it was too late for that and Midori didn't want to leave him alone for too long.
Her face still flushed, practically burning as she shuffled through her clothes. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a selection in the way of nightwear. Sleeping nude meant you really didn't need anything, but she wasn't going to be naked in front of Ben, so she eventually settled with an oversized t-shirt and a thong. Not much, but far better than nothing.
She was relieved to see that Ben was where she left him and respectfully looking away from her door when she peeked through it. Mustering her courage, she slipped out of her room and stood in front of the little guy.
"Hi again." She muttered shyly.
"Hello." Ben answered awkwardly.
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