Slammed back into the abyss
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
Within the privacy of the sauna, Yakima was in heaven.
Her flight to the states had been quite uncomfortable with her trying to squeeze into those criminally small, plastic seats in coach. She could've upgraded to something with a bit more leg room, but her family wasn't that well-off, so she'd decided to fly economic to try and save some money. Unfortunately, the person that sat next to her had been of larger girth, so the already claustrophobic seat felt even smaller.
Hence, she'd been quite tense since she got here, especially meeting the nice family that agreed to let her stay...well, most of them were nice. That one girl...what was her name? Sharon, no...Sarah! She'll need to keep an eye on that one. After that little stunt she pulled in the hallway, Yakima figured Sarah was something of a prankster. As long as she kept her jokes to a minimum, Yakima is willing to let things slide...though who was this Ben person?
Mary had mentioned him, but Yakima seen neither hide nor hair of him. Even though she was supposedly bunking in his room, she didn't see anything that suggested anyone else lived there...no that was wrong. There had been a dollhouse, but she seriously doubted it was his, probably the younger sister’s.
Maybe they'll let her in on it when she returns.
Shaking her head, she let out a content sigh, spreading herself out on the bench.
"Oh, whatever." She breathed. Yakima was far too comfortable to care about it at the moment, letting the heat slowly permeate her tense muscles and work away her accumulated stress. The last 24 hours had been far too hectic for her taste, so she was going to enjoy a nice, long soak in the sauna.
"Ahh..." She moaned happily.
Now this was something that she could get used to...especially if she could do it every day.
Warm and comfortable, Yakima's eyes began to droop. It had been a long flight and she was feeling quite worn out, so a short power nap wouldn't be that bad right. Nodding her head, she scooted over to lay down on the bench, closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift, waiting for sleep to envelop her.
"...Hmm?"
She wasn’t sure what it was, some odd little sensation pulling her back up out of the dream world, some ephemeral transitory sense, here and gone pulling from her slumber and toward consciousness. Opening a groggy eye, she felt something small move on her chest.
"Eeekk?!?!" She screeched, instantly awake.
Panicked, she quickly rose up from the bench, throwing whatever was on her chest towards her cleavage. Instinctively, she didn't think before raising her hand and swatted at whatever it was that might be on her, slamming her palm down on top of it.
"Eeekk?!?!"
You barely heard Yakima shriek before the Asian beauty suddenly sat up, throwing from your perch atop her breast and sending you tumbling towards her cleavage. More out of sheer luck than skill, you barely managed to halt your momentum before you fell into the awaiting abyss, catching yourself on her other boob. You shuddered as you stared down at the deep expanse of her cleavage, your body bridged over it with your hands pressing against one breast and your feet braced on the other.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of it.
"Oh, crap!" you cursed, a shadow rapidly growing around you right before Yakima's palm slammed down atop you.
Your pliable body was instantly flattened, adhering itself to her supple skin once again. To add insult to injury, her springy breasts parted upon impact, your squishy body slipping down between the massive globes and into her cleavage. Her mammoth bosom then slammed back together, trapping once again. Except now, you were far deeper than earlier, glued between the base of her right breast and the small sliver of flesh between the twin peaks.
If you were physically capable of doing it, you would've sighed at your rotten luck.
Your surroundings shifted as Yakima pried her breasts apart, once again trying futilely to locate your squished form hidden between her boobs. And like earlier, she failed to spot your nearly imperceptible body adhered to her body. Darkness returned as she let go of her breasts and they slammed together, entombing you in the busty model's cleavage.
You mentally shook your head as you felt Yakima stand and leave the sauna, her breasts swaying with the motion of her gait. The steady beat of her heart helped you keep your composure though. The supple flesh vibrating with every beat and was actually quite soothing. Your world rocked once again as the Asian beauty dressed herself, a sliver of light briefly peeking between the twin mountains as she squeezed into her bra and then you were sealed once again.
Hopefully, you'll have another chance to escape from here but who knows when that'll be. No matter though, whenever you get out of here, you were going to have words with Sarah over this.
Unbeknownst to you, Yakima shared your exact sentiments after failing to find what she smacked into her cleavage.
The young woman was absolutely fuming by the time she entered the locker room.
Now, Yakima wasn't an angry person. She did have a temper, but she rarely ever got pushed to the point of showing it. Her displeasure often only cropping up when she had to deal with dick-for-brains men and those idiots that thought her big breasts constituted her consent to touch. Though right now, the target of her ire was that brat back at the house.
It wasn't difficult to put two and two together that whatever had been crawling on her chest was most likely what Sarah had tossed between her breasts earlier.
Yakima shuddered.
The idea that something was actually crawling across her body, moving over her skin and going places unknown, made her just want to scrub herself raw. Imagining it made her feel sick to her stomach. It just felt so wrong, but most of all, it pissed her off. Her life was difficult enough dealing with people outside of the house, so she was sure as hell wasn't going to put up with it at home, especially from some brat that thought it was funny.
Slipping into her clothes as quickly as she could, Yakima swallowed her anger long enough to thank the receptionist before heading out of the door. The walk to her car was short, but she still drew the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity. The blatant staring, the occasional wolf whistles, and hushed conversations, especially from the guys, fouled her mood even further as she hopped into her car.
Pulling out onto the road, Yakima kept her eyes forward, while her gut bubbled.
She and Sarah are going to have words with one another.
And Yakima is going to find out what exactly Sarah tossed into her cleavage.
Options:
1) Yakima confronts Sarah at the house, where Ben is finally revealed.
2) Sarah isn't home, so Yakima confides with Mary and Claire
3) She comes home to an empty house, but she needs to vent her frustrations.
Her flight to the states had been quite uncomfortable with her trying to squeeze into those criminally small, plastic seats in coach. She could've upgraded to something with a bit more leg room, but her family wasn't that well-off, so she'd decided to fly economic to try and save some money. Unfortunately, the person that sat next to her had been of larger girth, so the already claustrophobic seat felt even smaller.
Hence, she'd been quite tense since she got here, especially meeting the nice family that agreed to let her stay...well, most of them were nice. That one girl...what was her name? Sharon, no...Sarah! She'll need to keep an eye on that one. After that little stunt she pulled in the hallway, Yakima figured Sarah was something of a prankster. As long as she kept her jokes to a minimum, Yakima is willing to let things slide...though who was this Ben person?
Mary had mentioned him, but Yakima seen neither hide nor hair of him. Even though she was supposedly bunking in his room, she didn't see anything that suggested anyone else lived there...no that was wrong. There had been a dollhouse, but she seriously doubted it was his, probably the younger sister’s.
Maybe they'll let her in on it when she returns.
Shaking her head, she let out a content sigh, spreading herself out on the bench.
"Oh, whatever." She breathed. Yakima was far too comfortable to care about it at the moment, letting the heat slowly permeate her tense muscles and work away her accumulated stress. The last 24 hours had been far too hectic for her taste, so she was going to enjoy a nice, long soak in the sauna.
"Ahh..." She moaned happily.
Now this was something that she could get used to...especially if she could do it every day.
Warm and comfortable, Yakima's eyes began to droop. It had been a long flight and she was feeling quite worn out, so a short power nap wouldn't be that bad right. Nodding her head, she scooted over to lay down on the bench, closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift, waiting for sleep to envelop her.
"...Hmm?"
She wasn’t sure what it was, some odd little sensation pulling her back up out of the dream world, some ephemeral transitory sense, here and gone pulling from her slumber and toward consciousness. Opening a groggy eye, she felt something small move on her chest.
"Eeekk?!?!" She screeched, instantly awake.
Panicked, she quickly rose up from the bench, throwing whatever was on her chest towards her cleavage. Instinctively, she didn't think before raising her hand and swatted at whatever it was that might be on her, slamming her palm down on top of it.
.........
"Eeekk?!?!"
You barely heard Yakima shriek before the Asian beauty suddenly sat up, throwing from your perch atop her breast and sending you tumbling towards her cleavage. More out of sheer luck than skill, you barely managed to halt your momentum before you fell into the awaiting abyss, catching yourself on her other boob. You shuddered as you stared down at the deep expanse of her cleavage, your body bridged over it with your hands pressing against one breast and your feet braced on the other.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of it.
"Oh, crap!" you cursed, a shadow rapidly growing around you right before Yakima's palm slammed down atop you.
Your pliable body was instantly flattened, adhering itself to her supple skin once again. To add insult to injury, her springy breasts parted upon impact, your squishy body slipping down between the massive globes and into her cleavage. Her mammoth bosom then slammed back together, trapping once again. Except now, you were far deeper than earlier, glued between the base of her right breast and the small sliver of flesh between the twin peaks.
If you were physically capable of doing it, you would've sighed at your rotten luck.
Your surroundings shifted as Yakima pried her breasts apart, once again trying futilely to locate your squished form hidden between her boobs. And like earlier, she failed to spot your nearly imperceptible body adhered to her body. Darkness returned as she let go of her breasts and they slammed together, entombing you in the busty model's cleavage.
You mentally shook your head as you felt Yakima stand and leave the sauna, her breasts swaying with the motion of her gait. The steady beat of her heart helped you keep your composure though. The supple flesh vibrating with every beat and was actually quite soothing. Your world rocked once again as the Asian beauty dressed herself, a sliver of light briefly peeking between the twin mountains as she squeezed into her bra and then you were sealed once again.
Hopefully, you'll have another chance to escape from here but who knows when that'll be. No matter though, whenever you get out of here, you were going to have words with Sarah over this.
.........
Unbeknownst to you, Yakima shared your exact sentiments after failing to find what she smacked into her cleavage.
The young woman was absolutely fuming by the time she entered the locker room.
Now, Yakima wasn't an angry person. She did have a temper, but she rarely ever got pushed to the point of showing it. Her displeasure often only cropping up when she had to deal with dick-for-brains men and those idiots that thought her big breasts constituted her consent to touch. Though right now, the target of her ire was that brat back at the house.
It wasn't difficult to put two and two together that whatever had been crawling on her chest was most likely what Sarah had tossed between her breasts earlier.
Yakima shuddered.
The idea that something was actually crawling across her body, moving over her skin and going places unknown, made her just want to scrub herself raw. Imagining it made her feel sick to her stomach. It just felt so wrong, but most of all, it pissed her off. Her life was difficult enough dealing with people outside of the house, so she was sure as hell wasn't going to put up with it at home, especially from some brat that thought it was funny.
Slipping into her clothes as quickly as she could, Yakima swallowed her anger long enough to thank the receptionist before heading out of the door. The walk to her car was short, but she still drew the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity. The blatant staring, the occasional wolf whistles, and hushed conversations, especially from the guys, fouled her mood even further as she hopped into her car.
Pulling out onto the road, Yakima kept her eyes forward, while her gut bubbled.
She and Sarah are going to have words with one another.
And Yakima is going to find out what exactly Sarah tossed into her cleavage.
.........
Options:
1) Yakima confronts Sarah at the house, where Ben is finally revealed.
2) Sarah isn't home, so Yakima confides with Mary and Claire
3) She comes home to an empty house, but she needs to vent her frustrations.
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April 23, 2025
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