Sweat+Pressure=Freedom
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
*Written on request*
Your worst fears were poised to come true. You were almost certain that Yakima wouldn't find you until tonight when she stripped naked and took a bath. And holy hell, what a first impression that would make. You would have shuddered if you were capable of it, but Yakima's mighty breasts still had you pinned between them, leaving your body paper thin and incapable of moving on your own.
So yeah, the situation wasn't ideal. Sure, Yakima was drop-dead gorgeous, but she was also Kim's sister, and you didn't want to ruin your friendship with Kim by making her think you were perving on her sister. Plus there was the fact that Yakima herself was a stranger to you. Even if Yakima believed that you'd had no desire to spend an afternoon lounging around in her bra (which was true), whatever relationship you could've had with her would be forever tainted unless you managed to get Yakima to truly believe that you were an innocent victim in this (much like she was.)
So anyway, here you were. You could think endlessly about 'what-ifs,' but the fact of the matter was that you were here, a teenage boy, stuck in Yakima's tight bra. You weren't leaving unless she took you out and considering that she didn't even know you were here, the chance of that was slim to none.
All you could do was wait for time to pass. If enough time passed with you missing, your family would wise up to your absence and track you down. Either Sarah would spill the beans or your mother would wise up. If you were still missing this time tomorrow, you were pretty sure your mother would know exactly what Sarah had tossed into Yakima's rack and just where you were.
But God, that would be embarrassing. How would your mother even broach that subject with Yakima? You would die of embarrassment if your mother had to fish you out of this Asian goddess's cleavage, and you were pretty sure Yakima wouldn't be too keen on spending time with your family after such a stunt. Despite how ludicrous it sounded, Yakima finding you on her own really was your best bet.
You just wished you had some way of finding out what was going on around you. Yakima's huge boobs were so dense that they completely prevented all sound from the outside world from reaching you, and her breasts were squished together tightly enough that no light could reach you. It was as if you'd been unwilling locked in the world's softest sensory deprivation tank! The only thing you could feel at all was Yakima's impossibly heavy boobs swaying gently every now and then. That and the strong, steady heartbeat that send faint ripples through the soft, plush flesh...
Man, between the softness of Yakima's boobs, the warmth, and the gentle swaying (almost like being gently rocked back and forth) you were starting to feel a little sleepy! It was definitely cozy enough to take a nap. Not that there was anything else you could do. It looked like you'd be stuck in here for the rest of the day anyway.
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After dropping her luggage off at the house where she'd be staying, Yakima's next order of business had been scoping out the local gyms. She'd her goodbyes to her host, Mary (who'd been very apologetic about the way her older daughter had treated Yakima) before departing the house. She wasn't a fitness nut by any means, it was more that she was doing it for her job. The agency she modeled for wasn't nearly as strict as some other agencies, but they did still require the models working for them to uphold a decent level of physical fitness.
Which naturally meant going to the gym for some exercise every week. Yakima's boss had emailed her some info the other day about the best gyms in town, so today she didn't have to do any research. All she had to do was drive from one gym to the next, inspect the weight and fitness rooms, decide whether or not she liked the facility, and then be on her way.
Yeah, she wasn't actually doing any working out today. The long travel had left her pretty tired, and that wasn't counting the fact that she wasn't dressed appropriately for hitting the gym. Between the sweatpants and tank top Yakima looked like she was dressed for an afternoon of vegging on a couch watching trashy TV.
In the parking lot of the first place on her list, Yakima scanned over the info Rachel had sent her. This was her first choice, having the highest quality facilities while still being reasonably priced. Plus there was the fact that Rachel had informed her that one of her fellow models exercised here and speaking honestly Yakima liked the idea of being able to work out with a friend (or at least somebody she could think of as a friendly colleague.
Entering the gym's reception area, Yakima waited for the young woman to look up from her phone and notice her. The receptionist looked to be about her age but had a completely different body. Which was another way of saying the receptionist was normally proportioned, unlike Yakima whose massive curves turned heads wherever she went.
"Ahem!" Normally Yakima didn't like being forceful like this, but the receptionist was clearly more engrossed with whatever was on her phone. To busy to bother paying attention to the fact that a potentially paying customer had just walked in.
The receptionist jolted at the sound, looking around before settling on Yakima's eye-catching frame. Her eyes widened like saucers.
Aaaaand remained widened. Great. It was times like this Yakima was reminded that it wasn't only guys who ogled her.
"Miss? My eyes are up here." Yakima stated, rolling her eyes. She wasn't even mad, just a little disappointed. This kind of thing happened way too often for her to consider it worth losing her temper over.
The receptionist gulped, blushed, and looked away for a moment, before looking back at Yakima, this time looking up at her face.
"M-my apologies miss! Are you... are you Yakima? We got a call from your agency that said you'd be in today to tour the facilities"
"Yes, that's me. How did you know?"
"Well... your boss said you'd be... uh... noticeable. Noticeable like the other woman from your agency who has a membership here."
Yeah, that sounded like something Rachel would say.
"Um, just so you know, you'll get a pretty big discount on your membership and all services here if you sign up with us. I'm not paid enough to know all the details, just that your agency worked it out with our club's owner. I personally think its a really good deal- we're a lot more than just a gym, we have pools, saunas, professional masseuses..." Yakima tuned out the rest of the receptionist's words, her mind already made up. Yeah, this was definitely the place she was going to go. It was the biggest gym in town (though honestly, sports club was a much better term,) and with the discount she'd get on everything, it blew all the other places out of the water. Pulling up the info on her smartphone, Yakima scanned through the information the agency had sent her.
Holy cow! That was a pretty huge discount! Definitely enough cause to make her want to sign up for this place.
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Yakima groaned in relief as she sank back on the wooden bench. The receptionist had gotten her all signed up, and Yakima had wasted no time in making a dash for where the saunas were located.
And they had private saunas! How crazy was that? Apparently, they were only for the highest-tier members of the sports club, but Yakima's agency sponsored membership had covered that too. Yakima couldn't resist trying one of them out.
So here she was, naked except for a fluffy, white towel slumped back in her own private little box of heat and steam, rolling her head on her shoulders. This was the life- she could get used to this!
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Where the hell was Yakima?! You'd been asleep earlier, only to be woken up as things started to get uncomfortably warm. And wet- you realized that no small amount of sweat was slipping down Yakima's vast, deep canyon of cleavage.
This was your chance to finally get free! Between the weight of Yakima's massive chest and the sweat slipping down, enough pressure was being exerted on you that you could feel your tiny, paper-thin body being propelled upwards, slowly but steadily! Freedom was in sight!
Slowly, like the sun rising after a dark night, a glimmer of light became available. As you were forced upwards between the vast mountains of flesh, that glimmer grew, exposing more and more of the world to you!
Finally, with a faint *pop* you broke free of the all-encompassing hold Yakima's breasts had on you! Blinking your eyes, you looked around trying to figure out where the hell you were. It looked like... a sauna? But it was pretty small- Yakima was the only person in here and the room didn't seem built to comfortably hold more than a few people. Yakima must've been at that ritzy gym that was nearby where you lived. It was the only place nearby you could think of that had facilities as nice as this.
Now free of Yakima's cleavage, your body finally reformed. The 'ground' below you jiggled and shook faintly, and you had to steady yourself by placing your hands on the soft, squishy surface.
What happens next?
1. Ben hears a startled shriek, right before Yakima's hand slams down on him, sending him back into her cleavage
2. Ben hears a shocked gasp, right before being picked up by Yakima's hand.
3. Yakima stands up to leave the sauna, and Ben falls off of her. Unable to catch up with her, he's left in the sauna until the next lady enters.
Your worst fears were poised to come true. You were almost certain that Yakima wouldn't find you until tonight when she stripped naked and took a bath. And holy hell, what a first impression that would make. You would have shuddered if you were capable of it, but Yakima's mighty breasts still had you pinned between them, leaving your body paper thin and incapable of moving on your own.
So yeah, the situation wasn't ideal. Sure, Yakima was drop-dead gorgeous, but she was also Kim's sister, and you didn't want to ruin your friendship with Kim by making her think you were perving on her sister. Plus there was the fact that Yakima herself was a stranger to you. Even if Yakima believed that you'd had no desire to spend an afternoon lounging around in her bra (which was true), whatever relationship you could've had with her would be forever tainted unless you managed to get Yakima to truly believe that you were an innocent victim in this (much like she was.)
So anyway, here you were. You could think endlessly about 'what-ifs,' but the fact of the matter was that you were here, a teenage boy, stuck in Yakima's tight bra. You weren't leaving unless she took you out and considering that she didn't even know you were here, the chance of that was slim to none.
All you could do was wait for time to pass. If enough time passed with you missing, your family would wise up to your absence and track you down. Either Sarah would spill the beans or your mother would wise up. If you were still missing this time tomorrow, you were pretty sure your mother would know exactly what Sarah had tossed into Yakima's rack and just where you were.
But God, that would be embarrassing. How would your mother even broach that subject with Yakima? You would die of embarrassment if your mother had to fish you out of this Asian goddess's cleavage, and you were pretty sure Yakima wouldn't be too keen on spending time with your family after such a stunt. Despite how ludicrous it sounded, Yakima finding you on her own really was your best bet.
You just wished you had some way of finding out what was going on around you. Yakima's huge boobs were so dense that they completely prevented all sound from the outside world from reaching you, and her breasts were squished together tightly enough that no light could reach you. It was as if you'd been unwilling locked in the world's softest sensory deprivation tank! The only thing you could feel at all was Yakima's impossibly heavy boobs swaying gently every now and then. That and the strong, steady heartbeat that send faint ripples through the soft, plush flesh...
Man, between the softness of Yakima's boobs, the warmth, and the gentle swaying (almost like being gently rocked back and forth) you were starting to feel a little sleepy! It was definitely cozy enough to take a nap. Not that there was anything else you could do. It looked like you'd be stuck in here for the rest of the day anyway.
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After dropping her luggage off at the house where she'd be staying, Yakima's next order of business had been scoping out the local gyms. She'd her goodbyes to her host, Mary (who'd been very apologetic about the way her older daughter had treated Yakima) before departing the house. She wasn't a fitness nut by any means, it was more that she was doing it for her job. The agency she modeled for wasn't nearly as strict as some other agencies, but they did still require the models working for them to uphold a decent level of physical fitness.
Which naturally meant going to the gym for some exercise every week. Yakima's boss had emailed her some info the other day about the best gyms in town, so today she didn't have to do any research. All she had to do was drive from one gym to the next, inspect the weight and fitness rooms, decide whether or not she liked the facility, and then be on her way.
Yeah, she wasn't actually doing any working out today. The long travel had left her pretty tired, and that wasn't counting the fact that she wasn't dressed appropriately for hitting the gym. Between the sweatpants and tank top Yakima looked like she was dressed for an afternoon of vegging on a couch watching trashy TV.
In the parking lot of the first place on her list, Yakima scanned over the info Rachel had sent her. This was her first choice, having the highest quality facilities while still being reasonably priced. Plus there was the fact that Rachel had informed her that one of her fellow models exercised here and speaking honestly Yakima liked the idea of being able to work out with a friend (or at least somebody she could think of as a friendly colleague.
Entering the gym's reception area, Yakima waited for the young woman to look up from her phone and notice her. The receptionist looked to be about her age but had a completely different body. Which was another way of saying the receptionist was normally proportioned, unlike Yakima whose massive curves turned heads wherever she went.
"Ahem!" Normally Yakima didn't like being forceful like this, but the receptionist was clearly more engrossed with whatever was on her phone. To busy to bother paying attention to the fact that a potentially paying customer had just walked in.
The receptionist jolted at the sound, looking around before settling on Yakima's eye-catching frame. Her eyes widened like saucers.
Aaaaand remained widened. Great. It was times like this Yakima was reminded that it wasn't only guys who ogled her.
"Miss? My eyes are up here." Yakima stated, rolling her eyes. She wasn't even mad, just a little disappointed. This kind of thing happened way too often for her to consider it worth losing her temper over.
The receptionist gulped, blushed, and looked away for a moment, before looking back at Yakima, this time looking up at her face.
"M-my apologies miss! Are you... are you Yakima? We got a call from your agency that said you'd be in today to tour the facilities"
"Yes, that's me. How did you know?"
"Well... your boss said you'd be... uh... noticeable. Noticeable like the other woman from your agency who has a membership here."
Yeah, that sounded like something Rachel would say.
"Um, just so you know, you'll get a pretty big discount on your membership and all services here if you sign up with us. I'm not paid enough to know all the details, just that your agency worked it out with our club's owner. I personally think its a really good deal- we're a lot more than just a gym, we have pools, saunas, professional masseuses..." Yakima tuned out the rest of the receptionist's words, her mind already made up. Yeah, this was definitely the place she was going to go. It was the biggest gym in town (though honestly, sports club was a much better term,) and with the discount she'd get on everything, it blew all the other places out of the water. Pulling up the info on her smartphone, Yakima scanned through the information the agency had sent her.
Holy cow! That was a pretty huge discount! Definitely enough cause to make her want to sign up for this place.
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Yakima groaned in relief as she sank back on the wooden bench. The receptionist had gotten her all signed up, and Yakima had wasted no time in making a dash for where the saunas were located.
And they had private saunas! How crazy was that? Apparently, they were only for the highest-tier members of the sports club, but Yakima's agency sponsored membership had covered that too. Yakima couldn't resist trying one of them out.
So here she was, naked except for a fluffy, white towel slumped back in her own private little box of heat and steam, rolling her head on her shoulders. This was the life- she could get used to this!
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Where the hell was Yakima?! You'd been asleep earlier, only to be woken up as things started to get uncomfortably warm. And wet- you realized that no small amount of sweat was slipping down Yakima's vast, deep canyon of cleavage.
This was your chance to finally get free! Between the weight of Yakima's massive chest and the sweat slipping down, enough pressure was being exerted on you that you could feel your tiny, paper-thin body being propelled upwards, slowly but steadily! Freedom was in sight!
Slowly, like the sun rising after a dark night, a glimmer of light became available. As you were forced upwards between the vast mountains of flesh, that glimmer grew, exposing more and more of the world to you!
Finally, with a faint *pop* you broke free of the all-encompassing hold Yakima's breasts had on you! Blinking your eyes, you looked around trying to figure out where the hell you were. It looked like... a sauna? But it was pretty small- Yakima was the only person in here and the room didn't seem built to comfortably hold more than a few people. Yakima must've been at that ritzy gym that was nearby where you lived. It was the only place nearby you could think of that had facilities as nice as this.
Now free of Yakima's cleavage, your body finally reformed. The 'ground' below you jiggled and shook faintly, and you had to steady yourself by placing your hands on the soft, squishy surface.
What happens next?
1. Ben hears a startled shriek, right before Yakima's hand slams down on him, sending him back into her cleavage
2. Ben hears a shocked gasp, right before being picked up by Yakima's hand.
3. Yakima stands up to leave the sauna, and Ben falls off of her. Unable to catch up with her, he's left in the sauna until the next lady enters.
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