Booby Trapped
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 18
by
Bobob1
Yakima looked down at her massive rack but she couldn't see what Claire tossed into her cleavage and she didn't want to embarrass herself by trying fish it out in front of the people willing to take her in. She glared at Claire and said, "That was very rude you know." The girl looked apologetic at least, but Mary was giving her the full on "Motherly Fury" look as her daughter meekly stuck her hands in her pocket and apologized. Yakima never liked it when people would make fun of or have fun with her chest and she was even less amused when they thought they could use it like a coin slot.
Yakima sighed and readjusted her bra, feeling whatever Claire had tossed between her boobs was stuck tight and would take more than a quick search to find it. So Yakima decided to leave it there and fish it later, then Mary asked if Yakima would like to see her room. Yakima followed your mother up to your room and while the two women made small talk, you were trapped in a pleasurable hell.
Your body was completely flat between Yakima's mountain-sized boobs and you got the hands-on experience of how elastic her tits were. Every one of Yakima's footsteps had her boobs literally trying to leap out of her tube top and you were being lifted with them. It was both nauseating and pleasurable as her boobs jiggled and jousted both softly and painfully against you, then when she started walking up the stairs did things really get wild. Yakima's breasts were rhythmically bouncing apart before slamming back together, further ingraining into her beautiful breasts. This pleasurable torture ended when your mother finally brought Yakima and her prisoner to your room.
"This will where your staying Yakima," Mary opened the door and brought Yakima into a Spartan-like bedroom with an out of place dollhouse on the floor near the door.
"That's where Ben sleeps, so he shouldn't mind you taking the bed." Mary said and gave the dollhouse a light tap. When nothing happened after a few moments, Mary sighed and turned back towards Yakima.
"Looks like he's not here right now, but he should around soon and he can introduce himself later. Is there anything else you might need?" Mary asked.
"No, you've already done enough and I'm grateful." Yakima bowed politely and Mary smiled. When Yakima straightened up, she said "Thanks again and if I see Ben, I'll thank him too for letting use the room." But even while Yakima said this, she couldn't believe that someone could possibly live in a dollhouse and why the family keeps mentioning this "Ben" person, but they let her stay and she can put up with this oddness for a couple of days.
Mary excused herself and left Yakima alone in the room. Yakima started unpacking her things, then she remembered what Claire tossed into her cleavage and she started stripping her top off. She had to jump a little to get her tube top off, but her bra came off with a strained whoosh and her confined breasts leapt from being freed from the tight bra.
You could only hear some of the conversation between your mom and Yakima as her bountiful boobs muffled most of what your mom was saying and Yakima's voice shook her entire rack. Getting the general gist of the conversation, you knew that you were in the room where Yakima was staying, but whose and what now. Your answer to the latter question came when you felt Yakima strip out of her top and bra, then daylight shine down into her deep cleavage. You looked up to see her face peering down to see what Claire tossed into her cleavage.
Question now is, what did Yakima see?
Yakima sighed and readjusted her bra, feeling whatever Claire had tossed between her boobs was stuck tight and would take more than a quick search to find it. So Yakima decided to leave it there and fish it later, then Mary asked if Yakima would like to see her room. Yakima followed your mother up to your room and while the two women made small talk, you were trapped in a pleasurable hell.
Your body was completely flat between Yakima's mountain-sized boobs and you got the hands-on experience of how elastic her tits were. Every one of Yakima's footsteps had her boobs literally trying to leap out of her tube top and you were being lifted with them. It was both nauseating and pleasurable as her boobs jiggled and jousted both softly and painfully against you, then when she started walking up the stairs did things really get wild. Yakima's breasts were rhythmically bouncing apart before slamming back together, further ingraining into her beautiful breasts. This pleasurable torture ended when your mother finally brought Yakima and her prisoner to your room.
"This will where your staying Yakima," Mary opened the door and brought Yakima into a Spartan-like bedroom with an out of place dollhouse on the floor near the door.
"That's where Ben sleeps, so he shouldn't mind you taking the bed." Mary said and gave the dollhouse a light tap. When nothing happened after a few moments, Mary sighed and turned back towards Yakima.
"Looks like he's not here right now, but he should around soon and he can introduce himself later. Is there anything else you might need?" Mary asked.
"No, you've already done enough and I'm grateful." Yakima bowed politely and Mary smiled. When Yakima straightened up, she said "Thanks again and if I see Ben, I'll thank him too for letting use the room." But even while Yakima said this, she couldn't believe that someone could possibly live in a dollhouse and why the family keeps mentioning this "Ben" person, but they let her stay and she can put up with this oddness for a couple of days.
Mary excused herself and left Yakima alone in the room. Yakima started unpacking her things, then she remembered what Claire tossed into her cleavage and she started stripping her top off. She had to jump a little to get her tube top off, but her bra came off with a strained whoosh and her confined breasts leapt from being freed from the tight bra.
You could only hear some of the conversation between your mom and Yakima as her bountiful boobs muffled most of what your mom was saying and Yakima's voice shook her entire rack. Getting the general gist of the conversation, you knew that you were in the room where Yakima was staying, but whose and what now. Your answer to the latter question came when you felt Yakima strip out of her top and bra, then daylight shine down into her deep cleavage. You looked up to see her face peering down to see what Claire tossed into her cleavage.
Question now is, what did Yakima see?
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April 23, 2025
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