No, so Yakima sets her stool in place and sits
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 24
by
Bobob1
You struggled desperately to unstick and part of your body from Yakima’s tremendous ass, but progress was slow. Just as you began to feel a few fingers separate from her warm, jiggly flesh you heard the clack of what must be Yakima’s stool being placed. Almost immediately she spun around and dropped her ass firmly onto the seat beneath her. The hard wooden seat gave no protection under the crushing weight of your new captor. All of your progress was reversed as you felt your body squelch and stick worse than ever against her cheek. Underneath the tons of ass flesh you heard a series of camera shutters, accompanied by Yakima’s constant shifting in her seat.
You were being dragged to and fro all across the seat for Yakima’a photo shoot. Sometimes pressed firmly into the wood, other times playfully lifted into the air towards the camera. You could have sworn you heard a few murmurs from the photographer and assistants about a splotch on Yakima’s butt, but weren’t entirely sure. You rationalized that they must not know you were there or else they would definitely say something. Regardless, you weren’t exactly in control of your fate at the time, and couldn’t do much more than suffer through the rest of the shoot.
Far above your minuscule form your captor wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. The photo shoot had just wrapped up and Yakima was nervous to say the least. She desperately wanted to impress this new modeling agency and she felt like she really gave it her all for these photos. But her effort combined with the heat of the lights left her with a slightly shiny layer of sweat on certain parts of her body. In fact, when Yakima stood up she looked down at the wooden stool beneath her and saw a visible imprint of her butt sweat soaked into the seat. She giggled at how intensely she must have been posing before walking over to the photographer to see some of the untouched photos.
“Yakima, that was fantastic!” The lady photographer exclaimed. “You looked like a natural out there, really delivered some excellent photos. To be honest, we were a bit worried about what would make you stand out among the other models but the little tattoo on your ass gives you that extra look of spice that we’ve been searching for!”
“Haha thanks! I’m so glad... wait, tattoo?” Yakima cut her celebration short in confusion.
“Duh, the tattoo of he tiny man on your ass! I mean it blends in pretty well but it still looked so good! Really gave you a sense of power in your poses that our female readers will love!” The photographer explained as she showed Yakima a zoomed in picture of her ass cheek. There you were, splayed across her ass cheek visible for the world to see. Immediately Yakima recognized her new tiny housemate and gulped.
Yakima was utterly torn between choices of what to do right now. She desperately wished she could run and peel you off, but at the same time impressing her new modeling agency was of utmost importance too! She flip flopped briefly before clearing her throat and speaking up,
“Uh yep! I almost forgot about the little guy! I’m glad you like it! I thought it would make my butt pop even more than it already does!
“It definitely does, we all loved it. Now go hit the dressing room, we have more sessions coming up for you and your little tattoo.” The photographer concluded with a smile. Yakima nodded and smiled back, pausing briefly before bolting out of the room towards the bathroom. Your body was sent jiggling all over the place as her gratuitous butt flesh wobbled between steps. Soon enough she reached the bathroom and spun around, facing her ass to the mirror before grabbing her cheek in her hand. She looked down at you, worried about your well-being but also the situation your presence had gotten her into!
“”Ben! What happened to you?! Why are you on my butt?!” Clearly you were a bit predisposed with a massive ass in your face so you couldn’t quite respond. Yakima waited a second before realizing this. “I feel terrible about this whole situation but I kind of have a favor to ask you... you see, the photographer really liked the way you looked on me down there and I REALLY want to impress her. Sooooo will you be my new tattoo? Just for a little while til we figure out how to fix this?” Yakima finished her question, nervous to hear your response, bouncing from one foot to the other and jiggling her ass back and forth. Again, she realized that you couldn’t speak in your state so she rephrased.
“Uhh, Ben. If you want me to take you off just give me some sort of sign, if not then stay still.” You facepalmed at the situation you were now in. On one hand Yakima’s ass was one of the heaviest and jiggliest you had ever been stuck to, and you didn’t want to spend any more time than you had to plastered to it. But on the other hand you knew how important Yakima’s career was to her. You contemplate before deciding...
You were being dragged to and fro all across the seat for Yakima’a photo shoot. Sometimes pressed firmly into the wood, other times playfully lifted into the air towards the camera. You could have sworn you heard a few murmurs from the photographer and assistants about a splotch on Yakima’s butt, but weren’t entirely sure. You rationalized that they must not know you were there or else they would definitely say something. Regardless, you weren’t exactly in control of your fate at the time, and couldn’t do much more than suffer through the rest of the shoot.
Far above your minuscule form your captor wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. The photo shoot had just wrapped up and Yakima was nervous to say the least. She desperately wanted to impress this new modeling agency and she felt like she really gave it her all for these photos. But her effort combined with the heat of the lights left her with a slightly shiny layer of sweat on certain parts of her body. In fact, when Yakima stood up she looked down at the wooden stool beneath her and saw a visible imprint of her butt sweat soaked into the seat. She giggled at how intensely she must have been posing before walking over to the photographer to see some of the untouched photos.
“Yakima, that was fantastic!” The lady photographer exclaimed. “You looked like a natural out there, really delivered some excellent photos. To be honest, we were a bit worried about what would make you stand out among the other models but the little tattoo on your ass gives you that extra look of spice that we’ve been searching for!”
“Haha thanks! I’m so glad... wait, tattoo?” Yakima cut her celebration short in confusion.
“Duh, the tattoo of he tiny man on your ass! I mean it blends in pretty well but it still looked so good! Really gave you a sense of power in your poses that our female readers will love!” The photographer explained as she showed Yakima a zoomed in picture of her ass cheek. There you were, splayed across her ass cheek visible for the world to see. Immediately Yakima recognized her new tiny housemate and gulped.
Yakima was utterly torn between choices of what to do right now. She desperately wished she could run and peel you off, but at the same time impressing her new modeling agency was of utmost importance too! She flip flopped briefly before clearing her throat and speaking up,
“Uh yep! I almost forgot about the little guy! I’m glad you like it! I thought it would make my butt pop even more than it already does!
“It definitely does, we all loved it. Now go hit the dressing room, we have more sessions coming up for you and your little tattoo.” The photographer concluded with a smile. Yakima nodded and smiled back, pausing briefly before bolting out of the room towards the bathroom. Your body was sent jiggling all over the place as her gratuitous butt flesh wobbled between steps. Soon enough she reached the bathroom and spun around, facing her ass to the mirror before grabbing her cheek in her hand. She looked down at you, worried about your well-being but also the situation your presence had gotten her into!
“”Ben! What happened to you?! Why are you on my butt?!” Clearly you were a bit predisposed with a massive ass in your face so you couldn’t quite respond. Yakima waited a second before realizing this. “I feel terrible about this whole situation but I kind of have a favor to ask you... you see, the photographer really liked the way you looked on me down there and I REALLY want to impress her. Sooooo will you be my new tattoo? Just for a little while til we figure out how to fix this?” Yakima finished her question, nervous to hear your response, bouncing from one foot to the other and jiggling her ass back and forth. Again, she realized that you couldn’t speak in your state so she rephrased.
“Uhh, Ben. If you want me to take you off just give me some sort of sign, if not then stay still.” You facepalmed at the situation you were now in. On one hand Yakima’s ass was one of the heaviest and jiggliest you had ever been stuck to, and you didn’t want to spend any more time than you had to plastered to it. But on the other hand you knew how important Yakima’s career was to her. You contemplate before deciding...
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April 23, 2025
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