A not-so-normal return home
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
Another few minutes passed in silence. Olivia knew you this was a heart-pounding experience for you, which is why she was dragging it out. But as fate would have it, your time in her cleavage was up. Olivia pried her massive chest apart with one hand, while the other reached into her own cleavage to retrieve you.
The sheer size of her breasts, combined with the fact that you had been about dead-center of her cleavage meant that she had to search around for you. Olivia squeezed her fingers in deeper between the massive bulk of her breasts as she fished about for you, but the Hispanic model was evidently used to retrieving things from her cleavage as you were withdrawn without too much effort on her part.
Pinched between two fingers and no longer compressed by Olivia's weighty chest you were finally able to snap back to your normal three-dimensional form.
Transitioning from the pitch-black depths of Olivia's rack to the sudden well-lit changing room left you blinking and rubbing your eyes- you'd been submerged in the cleavage for so long that your eyes had more or less adjusted to the darkness. Now your eyes had to once again get used to life on the outside. But you were outside, and no longer trapped in Olivia's cleavage, and that was the important thing. You were free from the fleshy prison, which meant that Olivia was planning on giving you back to Yakima.
Right?
Dangling from her fingers, you were able to get a good look at her. Olivia had redressed after her shower, and now that the workday was done, she obviously wasn't going to put the itty-bitty bikini back on. Her current attire was a pair of black slacks and a white button-up blouse.
What would've been normal, modest wear looked almost indecent on her, as the pants appeared to be so tight around her titanic rear that they seemed to be darn near painted on, and the blouse was tight enough that the bra Olivia wore beneath was clearly outlined through the tight fabric. Olivia evidently couldn't button the garment up all the way and was thus presenting some not insignificant cleavage to the world. And your mind helpfully pointed out that even the buttons that were closed showed visibly stretched fabric between each button.
You were a healthy teenager, and you'd admit that even wearing 'normal' clothes Olivia's looks blew pretty much every other woman's out of the water.
The obvious exceptions to that statement being her coworkers, with one huge-breasted Asian goddess's beautiful face popping into your mind.
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Truthfully, Olivia had thought about just leaving you in her cleavage, but an idea had formed in her head on how to ensure she stayed ahead of her new competition, and for that idea to work the tiny teen would have to be someplace where she could hear him.
"Well, I'll admit the day was more exciting than I would've first thought it would be. I have you to thank for that. But as much as I'd like to head home for the day, I just wouldn't feel write if I didn't thank you for the... services you provided for me today," Olivia stated, watching as the boy in her fingers stiffened up at her words.
No doubt a little runt like him was losing himself in fantasies, imagining just how a veritable goddess like her could 'reward' him.
Hmph. Men were all the same.
"I hope you aren't thinking of anything... illicit. You've done such a good job presenting yourself as an honest, hardworking young man up till now."
"N-No, nothing like that! I was just wondering, why, uh, I'd be rewarded? It's not like I went out of my way to come here, Yakima took me along by accident earlier."
Oh, so that was how it had happened? No doubt there was a story there that one of the other models would be happy to tease the Asian newcomer about, but Olivia wasn't that kind of person. More importantly, while she'd been focused on making her shots as good as possible, she still hadn't missed the way the agency's newest model would look at her in anger whenever Olivia got particularly rough with the tiny teen.
Some people were so easy to read, and in terms of Yakima's feelings for the little man, the busty Asian was practically an open book.
Which meant that Olivia had an opportunity to get one over her newest coworker- an opportunity that she was definitely going to take advantage of.
"Out with it then. Where do you live?"
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"Uh... what?" You'd misheard Olivia, hadn't you? There was no way that the beyond gorgeous supermodel had actually asked where you lived, had she?
"Your address! I meant what I said! Where do you live? What street?"
Okay, you had heard correctly. Speaking without thinking, you told Olivia your address. Almost immediately, the buxom supermodel exited the changing rooms.
Wait, where were the two of you going now? You thought Olivia was going to meet up with the rest of the models, but she reached the receptionist's desk and kept going. It looked like instead of taking you back to the Yakima, Olivia was heading for... the parking lot!
Oh jeez, was she really about to drive off with you?!
"Uh... Miss Olivia? Ma'am? Shouldn't I go back to Yakima now? I mean, I should at least wait around for her..."
Olivia stepped out of the building and into the parking lot, before bringing the hand holding you up to her face.
"Oh, there's no need for that. I figured the least I could do to reward you for a... hard day's work was by driving you home myself."
Wait, Olivia was going to see where you lived? That was... well, you didn't know how that made you feel. Prior to starting your relationship with Victoria, Sarah had joked that you'd never be able to bring a girl home with you.
Ha, if you showed up at the front door in the hands of an 11/10 knock-out like Olivia, Sarah would probably have a heart attack.
But wait! What about Yakima?
Well... it looked like she'd be driving home alone.
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Olivia's long legs carried her swiftly to her car, an expensive, spotless sports car, before opening up the door and getting in.
Not bothering to inform her newest prop of her intentions, she moved the hand holding him under her blouse and squeezed him underneath one of the taut bra straps beneath the outer garment. She needed both hands free to drive, and the pressure the bra strap was exerting on his tiny body meant he wouldn't be able to move around. And this way it wouldn't look quite as awkward than reaching into her own cleavage to retrieve him.
The car started up smoothly, and in seconds Olivia was off, her passenger in tow.
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"WHAT?! She LEFT with him?!"
"Yakima! Calm down! I saw the direction her car was headed, and it didn't look like she was going home. Maybe she's driving him back to your host's place?"
That had better be the case! It was lucky that the two had just finished their own showers- Yakima was dressing at top speed, practically bursting at the seams with energy. She needed to find Ben, and fast! She couldn't stand the thought of him alone with Olivia!
If she left the building quick enough, she might even catch up to Olivia!
"Calm down, Yaki! Breathe- deep breaths, deep breaths! I know what you're thinking, and trust me, you don't want to go breaking any traffic laws trying to catch up to Olivia. Just drive back to your host's house calmly and check and see if Olivia dropped him off. If not, tomorrow we'll talk with Rachel and make sure he's back with you tomorrow. Okay?"
"Okay..." She really, really hoped that Midori was right, and that poor Ben was waiting for her at his home. She was so sorry she'd got him into this mess!
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Well, you hadn't expected to Olivia to use her breasts to conceal again. This time you were atop her titanic left breast, pinned in place by the unyielding strap of her bra. The undergarment was custom made and very expensive no doubt. It had to be in order to even have a hope of containing a pair of breasts so gigantic.
Too bad the tension in the unyielding bra strap was causing it to squeeze the life out of you. You might've enjoyed the sensation some if you had even a little bit of wiggle room.
But thoughts of Olivia's chest and bra aside, the sound of Olivia's car slowing down and stopping meant that she must've reached your home. She was just going to drop you off, right? There was no way someone like her would be caught dead with someone like you.
*Knock* *Knock*
...Or she could just walk up to the front door and knock on it. Well.
This was going to be interesting.
"Who is i-- Oh My Gosh!" Your mother yelped, taking an involuntary step back as she almost walked into someone's enormous chest upon opening up the door. Mary closed her eyes, counted to five, and opened her eyes. Yes, those gigantic things were still there. Craning her neck to look at the woman's face past her vast bosom, Mary couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy at the flawless skin and beautiful features. Before her eyes, the woman slipped one hand under the partially opened blouse, and when her hand withdrew, it brought with it... Ben?!
"Oh my goodness! Where did you find him? I've been looking for him all afternoon!"
"It seemed that one of my coworkers accidentally took your boy with her to work this afternoon. I decided to clean up for her mistake and return him to you."
"Oh... I know who you're talking about. I'll have to have a talk with her later... But thank you so much! You have no idea how much help you've been!"
Olivia smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Oh, there's no need to thank me. It was no trouble at all."
The sheer size of her breasts, combined with the fact that you had been about dead-center of her cleavage meant that she had to search around for you. Olivia squeezed her fingers in deeper between the massive bulk of her breasts as she fished about for you, but the Hispanic model was evidently used to retrieving things from her cleavage as you were withdrawn without too much effort on her part.
Pinched between two fingers and no longer compressed by Olivia's weighty chest you were finally able to snap back to your normal three-dimensional form.
Transitioning from the pitch-black depths of Olivia's rack to the sudden well-lit changing room left you blinking and rubbing your eyes- you'd been submerged in the cleavage for so long that your eyes had more or less adjusted to the darkness. Now your eyes had to once again get used to life on the outside. But you were outside, and no longer trapped in Olivia's cleavage, and that was the important thing. You were free from the fleshy prison, which meant that Olivia was planning on giving you back to Yakima.
Right?
Dangling from her fingers, you were able to get a good look at her. Olivia had redressed after her shower, and now that the workday was done, she obviously wasn't going to put the itty-bitty bikini back on. Her current attire was a pair of black slacks and a white button-up blouse.
What would've been normal, modest wear looked almost indecent on her, as the pants appeared to be so tight around her titanic rear that they seemed to be darn near painted on, and the blouse was tight enough that the bra Olivia wore beneath was clearly outlined through the tight fabric. Olivia evidently couldn't button the garment up all the way and was thus presenting some not insignificant cleavage to the world. And your mind helpfully pointed out that even the buttons that were closed showed visibly stretched fabric between each button.
You were a healthy teenager, and you'd admit that even wearing 'normal' clothes Olivia's looks blew pretty much every other woman's out of the water.
The obvious exceptions to that statement being her coworkers, with one huge-breasted Asian goddess's beautiful face popping into your mind.
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Truthfully, Olivia had thought about just leaving you in her cleavage, but an idea had formed in her head on how to ensure she stayed ahead of her new competition, and for that idea to work the tiny teen would have to be someplace where she could hear him.
"Well, I'll admit the day was more exciting than I would've first thought it would be. I have you to thank for that. But as much as I'd like to head home for the day, I just wouldn't feel write if I didn't thank you for the... services you provided for me today," Olivia stated, watching as the boy in her fingers stiffened up at her words.
No doubt a little runt like him was losing himself in fantasies, imagining just how a veritable goddess like her could 'reward' him.
Hmph. Men were all the same.
"I hope you aren't thinking of anything... illicit. You've done such a good job presenting yourself as an honest, hardworking young man up till now."
"N-No, nothing like that! I was just wondering, why, uh, I'd be rewarded? It's not like I went out of my way to come here, Yakima took me along by accident earlier."
Oh, so that was how it had happened? No doubt there was a story there that one of the other models would be happy to tease the Asian newcomer about, but Olivia wasn't that kind of person. More importantly, while she'd been focused on making her shots as good as possible, she still hadn't missed the way the agency's newest model would look at her in anger whenever Olivia got particularly rough with the tiny teen.
Some people were so easy to read, and in terms of Yakima's feelings for the little man, the busty Asian was practically an open book.
Which meant that Olivia had an opportunity to get one over her newest coworker- an opportunity that she was definitely going to take advantage of.
"Out with it then. Where do you live?"
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"Uh... what?" You'd misheard Olivia, hadn't you? There was no way that the beyond gorgeous supermodel had actually asked where you lived, had she?
"Your address! I meant what I said! Where do you live? What street?"
Okay, you had heard correctly. Speaking without thinking, you told Olivia your address. Almost immediately, the buxom supermodel exited the changing rooms.
Wait, where were the two of you going now? You thought Olivia was going to meet up with the rest of the models, but she reached the receptionist's desk and kept going. It looked like instead of taking you back to the Yakima, Olivia was heading for... the parking lot!
Oh jeez, was she really about to drive off with you?!
"Uh... Miss Olivia? Ma'am? Shouldn't I go back to Yakima now? I mean, I should at least wait around for her..."
Olivia stepped out of the building and into the parking lot, before bringing the hand holding you up to her face.
"Oh, there's no need for that. I figured the least I could do to reward you for a... hard day's work was by driving you home myself."
Wait, Olivia was going to see where you lived? That was... well, you didn't know how that made you feel. Prior to starting your relationship with Victoria, Sarah had joked that you'd never be able to bring a girl home with you.
Ha, if you showed up at the front door in the hands of an 11/10 knock-out like Olivia, Sarah would probably have a heart attack.
But wait! What about Yakima?
Well... it looked like she'd be driving home alone.
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Olivia's long legs carried her swiftly to her car, an expensive, spotless sports car, before opening up the door and getting in.
Not bothering to inform her newest prop of her intentions, she moved the hand holding him under her blouse and squeezed him underneath one of the taut bra straps beneath the outer garment. She needed both hands free to drive, and the pressure the bra strap was exerting on his tiny body meant he wouldn't be able to move around. And this way it wouldn't look quite as awkward than reaching into her own cleavage to retrieve him.
The car started up smoothly, and in seconds Olivia was off, her passenger in tow.
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"WHAT?! She LEFT with him?!"
"Yakima! Calm down! I saw the direction her car was headed, and it didn't look like she was going home. Maybe she's driving him back to your host's place?"
That had better be the case! It was lucky that the two had just finished their own showers- Yakima was dressing at top speed, practically bursting at the seams with energy. She needed to find Ben, and fast! She couldn't stand the thought of him alone with Olivia!
If she left the building quick enough, she might even catch up to Olivia!
"Calm down, Yaki! Breathe- deep breaths, deep breaths! I know what you're thinking, and trust me, you don't want to go breaking any traffic laws trying to catch up to Olivia. Just drive back to your host's house calmly and check and see if Olivia dropped him off. If not, tomorrow we'll talk with Rachel and make sure he's back with you tomorrow. Okay?"
"Okay..." She really, really hoped that Midori was right, and that poor Ben was waiting for her at his home. She was so sorry she'd got him into this mess!
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Well, you hadn't expected to Olivia to use her breasts to conceal again. This time you were atop her titanic left breast, pinned in place by the unyielding strap of her bra. The undergarment was custom made and very expensive no doubt. It had to be in order to even have a hope of containing a pair of breasts so gigantic.
Too bad the tension in the unyielding bra strap was causing it to squeeze the life out of you. You might've enjoyed the sensation some if you had even a little bit of wiggle room.
But thoughts of Olivia's chest and bra aside, the sound of Olivia's car slowing down and stopping meant that she must've reached your home. She was just going to drop you off, right? There was no way someone like her would be caught dead with someone like you.
*Knock* *Knock*
...Or she could just walk up to the front door and knock on it. Well.
This was going to be interesting.
"Who is i-- Oh My Gosh!" Your mother yelped, taking an involuntary step back as she almost walked into someone's enormous chest upon opening up the door. Mary closed her eyes, counted to five, and opened her eyes. Yes, those gigantic things were still there. Craning her neck to look at the woman's face past her vast bosom, Mary couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy at the flawless skin and beautiful features. Before her eyes, the woman slipped one hand under the partially opened blouse, and when her hand withdrew, it brought with it... Ben?!
"Oh my goodness! Where did you find him? I've been looking for him all afternoon!"
"It seemed that one of my coworkers accidentally took your boy with her to work this afternoon. I decided to clean up for her mistake and return him to you."
"Oh... I know who you're talking about. I'll have to have a talk with her later... But thank you so much! You have no idea how much help you've been!"
Olivia smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Oh, there's no need to thank me. It was no trouble at all."
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