Bikini-Clad Butt
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 23
by
Bobob1
As soon as you saw a shadow begin to spread over the bench, your head shot so fast up into the air that you almost gave yourself whiplash. A massive tan mountain was descending down onto the bench. It took you a second to realize that the mountain was actually an ass, and that ass belonged to none other than Yakima. She was about to sit on the bench, and right on top of you.
She had already changed into the skimpy bikini that the modeling director had handed her, thought to be honest, she may as well have been wearing nothing. The tiny thong-like bikini completely disappeared between Yakima’s twin mounds of flesh she called butt cheeks. The thin fabric wrapped around her hips and presumably was just as ineffective at covering up her crotch.
You were enthralled, and the cry for help on your lips died and sank back down your throat. You couldn’t peel your eyes off of Yakima’s unbelievable sexy body, and this was your undoing. Unaware of your presence, Yakima plopped down onto the bench, her quivering flesh slapping against the wood. For the second time that day, she had squashed you under her butt without feeling a thing.
Yakima quickly took off her sneakers and stood back up, tossing her normal clothes and shoes into a spare locker. Unfortunately for you, the damage had already been done. Your one-inch tall body, squished flat like a sticker, was stuck like glue to Yakima’s left butt cheek. Your face was pressed firmly into her skin, and you were plastered in a spread-eagle position. To make matters worse, your clothes had ripped off when Yakima had stood up, leaving you stark naked.
“Ready for the photo shoot Yaki?” A feminine voice asked from behind Yakima. Yakima looked over her shoulder to see her best friend, and fellow model, Midori.
“Yeah. I mean, these bikinis are a bit crazy, but I’ll manage.” Yakima gave Midori a knowing look. “I mean, remember that nude photo shoot?”
“OMG, yes! That was so much fun!” Midori laughed, causing Yakima to laugh in turn. Yakima’s butt jiggled as she laughed, jostling your body up and down. As you shook, you began to feel yourself slowly peel free from the Asian giantess’ ass.
Tragedy struck in that next moment, as the modeling director called for everyone to head out into the studio. Midori, excited for the photo shoot, ran past Yakima, giving her a playful slap on the butt. Midori’s firm hand collided with Yakima’s left butt cheek, crushing your body into your new house guest’s massive rear with powerful force. As Midori let her hand slip away, you found yourself even more stuck than you had been before.
Yakima followed her excited friend out of the locker room, big bubble butt swaying side-to-side. She had no clue that the cute guy she had made friends with that morning was helplessly pinned to her ass. For that matter, neither did anyone else. Your naked body blended in almost perfectly with Yakima’s own tan flesh. Someone would have to look very close to spot you, and obviously Yakima wasn’t going to closely examine her own butt.
Out in the studio, the modeling director, whose name was Rachel, had all of the girls stand in a straight line. She handed each of them a card, which had a list of the pictures they would need to pose for, and the props they would need for each shot. Each girl went off in a separate direction to search for what they needed, spreading out to distant corners of the studio.
Yakima looked around for what she would need, eventually strolling over to a corner of the studio. You were nauseatingly swung up and down as she walked, her slightest movements sending violent ripples across her flesh. You began to feel beads of sweat roll down the Asian giantess’ butt, washing over your body. You mentally groaned, wondering how your current situation could get much worse.
“There we go.” Yakima said softly to herself. “One wooden stool. That’s all I need.” With a smile, the titanic girl bent down and grabbed her stool, heading back over to where the cameras were. She was up first on the agenda, and desperate to do an amazing job.
Though her voice had been quiet, you had just managed to hear what Yakima had said, and it filled you with overwhelming fear. If Yakima’s prop was a wooden stool, there was a high chance that her entire session would involve her sitting down. If that was the case, you would end up even more fused to her flesh by the end, with no hope of escape!
You began redoubling your efforts to slip free from her skin before she made it over to where Rachel was standing. If you could just peel off, you would be saved from becoming a personal tattoo on your exchange student’s sister’s giant ass. Using the constant jiggles in her flesh to your advantage, you pulled and pulled, willing your body to pop free and fall to the floor.
Do you make it in time?
She had already changed into the skimpy bikini that the modeling director had handed her, thought to be honest, she may as well have been wearing nothing. The tiny thong-like bikini completely disappeared between Yakima’s twin mounds of flesh she called butt cheeks. The thin fabric wrapped around her hips and presumably was just as ineffective at covering up her crotch.
You were enthralled, and the cry for help on your lips died and sank back down your throat. You couldn’t peel your eyes off of Yakima’s unbelievable sexy body, and this was your undoing. Unaware of your presence, Yakima plopped down onto the bench, her quivering flesh slapping against the wood. For the second time that day, she had squashed you under her butt without feeling a thing.
Yakima quickly took off her sneakers and stood back up, tossing her normal clothes and shoes into a spare locker. Unfortunately for you, the damage had already been done. Your one-inch tall body, squished flat like a sticker, was stuck like glue to Yakima’s left butt cheek. Your face was pressed firmly into her skin, and you were plastered in a spread-eagle position. To make matters worse, your clothes had ripped off when Yakima had stood up, leaving you stark naked.
“Ready for the photo shoot Yaki?” A feminine voice asked from behind Yakima. Yakima looked over her shoulder to see her best friend, and fellow model, Midori.
“Yeah. I mean, these bikinis are a bit crazy, but I’ll manage.” Yakima gave Midori a knowing look. “I mean, remember that nude photo shoot?”
“OMG, yes! That was so much fun!” Midori laughed, causing Yakima to laugh in turn. Yakima’s butt jiggled as she laughed, jostling your body up and down. As you shook, you began to feel yourself slowly peel free from the Asian giantess’ ass.
Tragedy struck in that next moment, as the modeling director called for everyone to head out into the studio. Midori, excited for the photo shoot, ran past Yakima, giving her a playful slap on the butt. Midori’s firm hand collided with Yakima’s left butt cheek, crushing your body into your new house guest’s massive rear with powerful force. As Midori let her hand slip away, you found yourself even more stuck than you had been before.
Yakima followed her excited friend out of the locker room, big bubble butt swaying side-to-side. She had no clue that the cute guy she had made friends with that morning was helplessly pinned to her ass. For that matter, neither did anyone else. Your naked body blended in almost perfectly with Yakima’s own tan flesh. Someone would have to look very close to spot you, and obviously Yakima wasn’t going to closely examine her own butt.
Out in the studio, the modeling director, whose name was Rachel, had all of the girls stand in a straight line. She handed each of them a card, which had a list of the pictures they would need to pose for, and the props they would need for each shot. Each girl went off in a separate direction to search for what they needed, spreading out to distant corners of the studio.
Yakima looked around for what she would need, eventually strolling over to a corner of the studio. You were nauseatingly swung up and down as she walked, her slightest movements sending violent ripples across her flesh. You began to feel beads of sweat roll down the Asian giantess’ butt, washing over your body. You mentally groaned, wondering how your current situation could get much worse.
“There we go.” Yakima said softly to herself. “One wooden stool. That’s all I need.” With a smile, the titanic girl bent down and grabbed her stool, heading back over to where the cameras were. She was up first on the agenda, and desperate to do an amazing job.
Though her voice had been quiet, you had just managed to hear what Yakima had said, and it filled you with overwhelming fear. If Yakima’s prop was a wooden stool, there was a high chance that her entire session would involve her sitting down. If that was the case, you would end up even more fused to her flesh by the end, with no hope of escape!
You began redoubling your efforts to slip free from her skin before she made it over to where Rachel was standing. If you could just peel off, you would be saved from becoming a personal tattoo on your exchange student’s sister’s giant ass. Using the constant jiggles in her flesh to your advantage, you pulled and pulled, willing your body to pop free and fall to the floor.
Do you make it in time?
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April 23, 2025
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