Yakima doesn't see anything out of the ordinary
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
Yakima cheeks darkened faintly, the young woman looking around to make sure one last time that she was alone and away from prying eyes.
Good, no one else was around (or more accurately, peaking at her.) Placing both hands on her massive breasts, she slipped her fingers down her own cleavage, before spreading her breasts apart as best she could. Even without a bra on, her breasts were quite heavy and resisted her efforts. Ugh, she'd heard good things about her host family, so she'd been hoping to get along with all of them but that wasn't seeming super likely now! Kim had told her that these were nice people, but the older sister of the family was already falling under the crowd of "let's have fun at boulder-tits Yakima's expense." Claire- no, it had been Sarah. Yakima had gotten their names confused- Sarah was the older one (and not currently somebody that Yakima liked), while Claire was the younger one, who seemed nice enough. Just so long as she followed Yakima's rule of "look but don't touch."
But seriously, what the heck had Sarah thrown into her boobs?! Yakima couldn't see anything at all in between them, even after removing her own bra and spreading them as best she could. She couldn't feel anything stuck to the underside of her colossal breasts either. Ugh, Sarah must've thrown something in that her breasts had pummeled into nothingness... Hopefully it wasn't anything that would leave a mark on her skin.
Although, the super-stacked young woman couldn't help but wonder just what Sarah had tossed at her. She had definitely felt something go down her cleavage, so she knew that something had to be in her cleavage. However, even though it was a fact that she'd felt something impact her soft, pliant flesh, Yakima couldn't actually find just what that something was. Great, her massive breasts had swallowed it up completely. Making a face, Yakima sighed in frustration before withdrawing her hands from her breasts. Being unable to find the object of her frustrations was ticking her off, and she had stuff she wanted to do today! This was one of her few days off this week from her job, and she wanted to make the most of it (even though she'd already been traveling for a good chunk of it.)
In other words, she had better things to do than dig through her own tits as the result of some juvenile prank. The unknown object Sarah had tossed at her was clearly very small. So small in fact that Yakima couldn't even feel it! If not for the fact that she'd caught the girl red-handed, Yakima wouldn't have even known something was caught in her tits right now!
Which wasn't actually so bad, now that she thought about it. Out of sight, out of mind, right? She couldn't feel the mystery object, and she hadn't been able to see the mystery object, so it was probably for the best to just forget about it and get on with her day. Whatever Sarah had tossed down her rack had been claimed by her boobs. If it had been crushed into nothingness, it was gone for good. And if she did happen to spy something out of place in her boobs later on...
Well, it was hers! It didn't matter what it was, if she found something intact, she was keeping it! She just hoped that whatever it was had been valuable to Sarah- Yakima couldn't think of a better lesson to the teen than by permanently taking away whatever had been tossed into her bra.
Yeah, that thought made Yakima feel better! It took her back- she had assembled a pretty impressive collection of knick-knacks, odds-and-ends, and other assorted objects confiscated from jerks and perverts who'd tossed stuff into her boobs over the last few years.
Done with pawing at her own boobs, Yakima picked up the lacy, black bra she'd been wearing earlier and worked on cramming her girls back into it. It was a real struggle- this was one of her favorites, but it was a little older than some of her others and thus was just a little undersized. Still, it wasn't too small for her to fit into. After another minute of effort, her outrageous boobs were once more properly cradled in the bra's snug (if a little squeezing) embrace. The tank top followed suit, and Yakima had to squeeze herself into it much like the bra. Now properly redressed, Yakima decided it was time to get on with her day.
Now, there was just one question left in her mind...
Glancing over at the door, Yakima stared at the dollhouse on the floor for a few seconds before shrugging and leaving the room. Kim hadn't told her that her host family was crazy or eccentric to any degree, so it must've been a joke they were playing on her. Well, she'd give it to the family for coming up with something creative, at least.
Now in the hall, Yakima looked at the bedroom doors near her. It would probably be a good idea to get familiar with her host family, and better still to try and make friends with them. Even Sarah, though of course she'd have to learn her lesson before Yakima let the younger girl be friends with her.
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Crap, this was bad. Somehow, Yakima's breasts were so mind-bogglingly huge and heavy that even after spreading them apart she hadn't seen you between them. Though to be fair, right now you were skin-toned putty smeared into one mountainous boob. Yakima hadn't looked long enough to really see the difference, and you were paying the price. God, how long were you going to be in here for? You liked boobs as much as the next guy, and Yakima's seemed to be the apex of that particular field of interest... but you didn't want to spend a whole day pinned between them!
Your chances of getting out were pretty slim though, at this point it seemed like your next shot at freedom wouldn't come until Yakima bathed once night came.
What happens next?
1. Yakima marches into Sarah's room, wanting to make sure that the teen learns her lesson
2. Yakima knocks on Claire's door, hoping that Claire will let her in on the family's in-joke.
3. Yakima departs the house, intent on scoping out the local gyms. The pressure of her tits pressing against you overtime causes you to be slowly squeezed back up out of her cleavage.
Good, no one else was around (or more accurately, peaking at her.) Placing both hands on her massive breasts, she slipped her fingers down her own cleavage, before spreading her breasts apart as best she could. Even without a bra on, her breasts were quite heavy and resisted her efforts. Ugh, she'd heard good things about her host family, so she'd been hoping to get along with all of them but that wasn't seeming super likely now! Kim had told her that these were nice people, but the older sister of the family was already falling under the crowd of "let's have fun at boulder-tits Yakima's expense." Claire- no, it had been Sarah. Yakima had gotten their names confused- Sarah was the older one (and not currently somebody that Yakima liked), while Claire was the younger one, who seemed nice enough. Just so long as she followed Yakima's rule of "look but don't touch."
But seriously, what the heck had Sarah thrown into her boobs?! Yakima couldn't see anything at all in between them, even after removing her own bra and spreading them as best she could. She couldn't feel anything stuck to the underside of her colossal breasts either. Ugh, Sarah must've thrown something in that her breasts had pummeled into nothingness... Hopefully it wasn't anything that would leave a mark on her skin.
Although, the super-stacked young woman couldn't help but wonder just what Sarah had tossed at her. She had definitely felt something go down her cleavage, so she knew that something had to be in her cleavage. However, even though it was a fact that she'd felt something impact her soft, pliant flesh, Yakima couldn't actually find just what that something was. Great, her massive breasts had swallowed it up completely. Making a face, Yakima sighed in frustration before withdrawing her hands from her breasts. Being unable to find the object of her frustrations was ticking her off, and she had stuff she wanted to do today! This was one of her few days off this week from her job, and she wanted to make the most of it (even though she'd already been traveling for a good chunk of it.)
In other words, she had better things to do than dig through her own tits as the result of some juvenile prank. The unknown object Sarah had tossed at her was clearly very small. So small in fact that Yakima couldn't even feel it! If not for the fact that she'd caught the girl red-handed, Yakima wouldn't have even known something was caught in her tits right now!
Which wasn't actually so bad, now that she thought about it. Out of sight, out of mind, right? She couldn't feel the mystery object, and she hadn't been able to see the mystery object, so it was probably for the best to just forget about it and get on with her day. Whatever Sarah had tossed down her rack had been claimed by her boobs. If it had been crushed into nothingness, it was gone for good. And if she did happen to spy something out of place in her boobs later on...
Well, it was hers! It didn't matter what it was, if she found something intact, she was keeping it! She just hoped that whatever it was had been valuable to Sarah- Yakima couldn't think of a better lesson to the teen than by permanently taking away whatever had been tossed into her bra.
Yeah, that thought made Yakima feel better! It took her back- she had assembled a pretty impressive collection of knick-knacks, odds-and-ends, and other assorted objects confiscated from jerks and perverts who'd tossed stuff into her boobs over the last few years.
Done with pawing at her own boobs, Yakima picked up the lacy, black bra she'd been wearing earlier and worked on cramming her girls back into it. It was a real struggle- this was one of her favorites, but it was a little older than some of her others and thus was just a little undersized. Still, it wasn't too small for her to fit into. After another minute of effort, her outrageous boobs were once more properly cradled in the bra's snug (if a little squeezing) embrace. The tank top followed suit, and Yakima had to squeeze herself into it much like the bra. Now properly redressed, Yakima decided it was time to get on with her day.
Now, there was just one question left in her mind...
Glancing over at the door, Yakima stared at the dollhouse on the floor for a few seconds before shrugging and leaving the room. Kim hadn't told her that her host family was crazy or eccentric to any degree, so it must've been a joke they were playing on her. Well, she'd give it to the family for coming up with something creative, at least.
Now in the hall, Yakima looked at the bedroom doors near her. It would probably be a good idea to get familiar with her host family, and better still to try and make friends with them. Even Sarah, though of course she'd have to learn her lesson before Yakima let the younger girl be friends with her.
-----------------------
Crap, this was bad. Somehow, Yakima's breasts were so mind-bogglingly huge and heavy that even after spreading them apart she hadn't seen you between them. Though to be fair, right now you were skin-toned putty smeared into one mountainous boob. Yakima hadn't looked long enough to really see the difference, and you were paying the price. God, how long were you going to be in here for? You liked boobs as much as the next guy, and Yakima's seemed to be the apex of that particular field of interest... but you didn't want to spend a whole day pinned between them!
Your chances of getting out were pretty slim though, at this point it seemed like your next shot at freedom wouldn't come until Yakima bathed once night came.
What happens next?
1. Yakima marches into Sarah's room, wanting to make sure that the teen learns her lesson
2. Yakima knocks on Claire's door, hoping that Claire will let her in on the family's in-joke.
3. Yakima departs the house, intent on scoping out the local gyms. The pressure of her tits pressing against you overtime causes you to be slowly squeezed back up out of her cleavage.
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