A Confrontation and a Reveal
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
The drive back to the house was short, but so was Yakima's mood.
After she pulled up into the driveway and killed the engine, Yakima sat there for a few moments to try and reign in her temper. It wouldn't be righteous of her to accidentally let loose her displeasure on the wrong person, especially if it was towards Kim or Mary's youngest daughter, Claire; neither of which was involved in Sarah's little "prank". So, taking a few deep breaths, Yakima let herself calm down a bit and put her anger on a tight leash before heading into the house.
She found most of the household sans Sarah, sitting in the living room watching television.
"Welcome back, Yakima. How was your trip around town...what's wrong dear?" Mary asked, being the first to notice Yakima and her dour expression, quickly getting up from her spot on the couch.
"It...it went fine Miss Mary. Do you happen to know where Sarah might be?" Yakima asked, scanning the room. "There's something that she and I need to have a small chat about." She nearly growled word, drawing Claire and Kim's attention away from the television. The two teens stared, surprised at how angry Yakima seemed to be, exchanging worried looks.
Mary, looking more than a little alarmed, "She should be in her room. Yakima, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Stopping just outside of the hallway, Yakima debated whether she should tell Mary about that small...thing she found crawling over her tits at the sauna and how it might've been connected with her eldest daughter earlier stunt.
Though she hesitated to do so.
Yakima was quite worried that Mary probably wouldn't believe her, mostly because Yakima herself could scarcely believe it. However, she didn't want to spit on the older woman's generosity of letting her stay in her home by getting into a row with her daughter on the first day without giving her a reason. So, with some trepidation, Yakima decided to tell her.
"Well, Miss Mary." She paused for a moment, picking her words carefully. "Do you remember what Sarah did this morning?"
So, Yakima told her, especially the bit about the little thing she found crawling about her chest at the gym. And to Yakima confusion, she watched Mary's expression shift through a myriad of emotions, starting from worry before morphing into dawning realization and finally ended at exasperation. Curious now, Yakima glanced over to the room's other two occupants. Sarah wore a similar expression to her mother and Kim had a dour look as she cupped her hands over her chest mumbling "Life's unfair", but the most confusing thing for Yakima was why all three of them were staring so intently at her chest.
Feeling more than a little self-conscious at the sudden attention, Yakima covered her chest and twisted away from their stares.
"I think I know what's going on now." Mary sighed, giving Yakima an apologetic smile before turning towards her youngest. "Claire, can you go and check to see if Ben is in his room? If you can't find him then will you go get Sarah."
Claire quickly nodded, racing away to fulfill her request.
"Now, Yakima," Mary turned her attention back to Yakima, not looking her in the eye. "I will explain everything to you later, so could you please bear with us for a moment..." Yakima raised an eyebrow as Mary blushed and gave another significant look at her mammoth bosom, "I’m afraid this is going to be a little embarrassing for the both of you."
Before she could ask just what exactly she meant by that, both of them turned towards the hallway as they heard Claire coming with a nervous looking Sarah in tow. Almost in unison, the two busty women crossed their arms and glared at the young woman.
Claire quickly fled and joined Kim on the couch, neither of the two girls wanting to be part of the drama but unwilling to leave either.
"H-Hey mom, Yakima." Sarah chuckled nervously, eyes flicking between her mother, Yakima, and the Asian model's chest. "Uhh, what's happening?"
"I think you have a pretty good idea of that young lady," Mary said in that angry calm tone that only a mother can pull off, "So, I'm going to give you one chance to come clean. If you choose not to, then I promise that you won't like your punishment." Her expression hardened as she finally asked, "Sarah, where's your brother?"
Yakima looked between Mary and Sarah, unsure how their mysterious brother was tied into all of this.
Certainly, Yakima had seen neither hide nor hair of their so-called brother Ben, only having heard about him when she arrived. And for someone that she was supposedly bunking with, she's found nothing to indicate that he was even living in that room, save for a girly dollhouse. But from Sarah nervous gulp, Mary must've hit the mark as her daughter shuffled nervously in place, her gaze constantly flicking towards Yakima's chest.
Her silence must've been damning because Mary sighed, shotting her eldest a disappointed look. "You're grounded for two weeks. No phone, no car, and you will be doing all the chores by yourself." Right as Sarah opened her mouth to complain, Mary quickly interjected, "Do you want to make it a month?"
"No." Sarah meekly answered.
Somewhat mollified, Mary looked over to Yakima, who nodded her agreement. Though Yakima wanted to rip Sarah a new one, she'd settle with her current punishment so long as the teen pulled no more of her "pranks". Though for some reason, Mary now looked more embarrassed than angry as she beckoned Yakima over to the love seat.
Confused, Yakima sat down with Mary taking her spot on the couch between Claire and Kim.
"Now Yakima," Mary leaned forward in her seat, her demeanor completely serious. "What I'm about to tell you may sound...no, will sound completely ridiculous but please believe me when I say it's the honest truth." She paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully before sighing and diving in with the simplest answer. "I'm afraid what my daughter tossed into your cleavage was my son Ben."
...
"Huh!?!?" Yakima sputtered.
Mary, with a marvelous display of self-control, calmly repeated herself. "I know this sounds utterly asinine Yakima, but from what you told me, I'm fairly certain that it was my son that Sarah tossed into your cleavage."
'Like Hell!' Yakima nearly shouted, barely restraining herself. Oh, she's heard all the jokes about her chest, especially ones regarding the lucky bastard that'll one day get the chance to dive headfirst between her tits. But to hear someone actually tell her that there is a boy hiding somewhere between her boobs.
Nuh-Uh.
No damn way.
She turned to her sister, wanting to see if she believed any of this crap only to be taken aback. Kim, contrary to her expectations, was nodding along to what Mary was saying and staring at her chest. Claire, in a similar vein, seemed to agree as she glared at her older sister, who actually looked repentant.
"Miss Mary please stop with the bad jokes. I most certainly would know if your son was in there." Yakima gave her chest a hearty smack, the globes shaking violently inside her tank top from the action. There was certainly no way that a boy was in there, unless he was flatter than a sheet of paper.
Still utterly serious, Mary continued, "Yakima, I promise that I'm telling you the truth. Would you please give us a chance to look in there? I know this is embarrassing, but I want to be certain. If we don't find anything, then I'll never ask anything of you again and you can stay here as long as you want. Please Yakima."
Yakima stared at her, then looked over at the house's other occupants.
All of them looked completely serious, even Kim.
Now Yakima faced a dilemma.
If she played along and they didn't find anything, then she'd secured a nice place to stay for the immediate future. If not, then she'd save herself the embarrassment but risked ostracizing her hostess. The worst case would be her being asked to find other accommodations. Though she wasn't strapped for cash, Yakima would rather spend her hard-earned money on better things and faced with the peer pressure in front of her, she'd rather bite the bullet.
"Alright," She sighed, as her housemates let out relieved breathes.
Feeling quite embarrassed, Yakima blushed as she pried her humongous breasts apart in front of them. Even the bright sunshine shining through the windows couldn't illuminate the dark abyss of her cleavage. She flushed an even darker shade of red that began to creep down her chest when Claire had to whip out her phone and shine the flashlight down there. Trying not to fidget, Yakima held still as Kim's fingers methodically pried her large mounds further apart. She almost reached the bottom of Yakima's cleavage before Claire let out a triumphant shout.
Yakima watched with mixed emotions as Claire pointed out a small, discolored patch of skin next to the base of her right breast. It was a little paler than the surrounding skin, but tucked away as it was, Yakima never would have seen it herself unless she looked real close.
She tried not to laugh as Kim scratched at the pale spot, tickling Yakima in the process.
After a few minutes, Kim managed to hook a fingernail underneath the edge and slowly pried the foreign...thing off of Yakima's chest.
It looked like a flattened, misshapen blob that'd been smushed flat...not surprising considering where it had been. Before Yakima could ask what it was, she bit back a scream as the lump started to move atop Kim's palm. To her complete shock, she starred flabbergasted as the blob slowly inflated itself, transforming before her eyes into a small, thumb-sized boy.
She nearly fainted as the tiny boy then blushed and shyly wave to her.
"Yakima, I'd like you to meet my son Ben."
After she pulled up into the driveway and killed the engine, Yakima sat there for a few moments to try and reign in her temper. It wouldn't be righteous of her to accidentally let loose her displeasure on the wrong person, especially if it was towards Kim or Mary's youngest daughter, Claire; neither of which was involved in Sarah's little "prank". So, taking a few deep breaths, Yakima let herself calm down a bit and put her anger on a tight leash before heading into the house.
She found most of the household sans Sarah, sitting in the living room watching television.
"Welcome back, Yakima. How was your trip around town...what's wrong dear?" Mary asked, being the first to notice Yakima and her dour expression, quickly getting up from her spot on the couch.
"It...it went fine Miss Mary. Do you happen to know where Sarah might be?" Yakima asked, scanning the room. "There's something that she and I need to have a small chat about." She nearly growled word, drawing Claire and Kim's attention away from the television. The two teens stared, surprised at how angry Yakima seemed to be, exchanging worried looks.
Mary, looking more than a little alarmed, "She should be in her room. Yakima, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Stopping just outside of the hallway, Yakima debated whether she should tell Mary about that small...thing she found crawling over her tits at the sauna and how it might've been connected with her eldest daughter earlier stunt.
Though she hesitated to do so.
Yakima was quite worried that Mary probably wouldn't believe her, mostly because Yakima herself could scarcely believe it. However, she didn't want to spit on the older woman's generosity of letting her stay in her home by getting into a row with her daughter on the first day without giving her a reason. So, with some trepidation, Yakima decided to tell her.
"Well, Miss Mary." She paused for a moment, picking her words carefully. "Do you remember what Sarah did this morning?"
So, Yakima told her, especially the bit about the little thing she found crawling about her chest at the gym. And to Yakima confusion, she watched Mary's expression shift through a myriad of emotions, starting from worry before morphing into dawning realization and finally ended at exasperation. Curious now, Yakima glanced over to the room's other two occupants. Sarah wore a similar expression to her mother and Kim had a dour look as she cupped her hands over her chest mumbling "Life's unfair", but the most confusing thing for Yakima was why all three of them were staring so intently at her chest.
Feeling more than a little self-conscious at the sudden attention, Yakima covered her chest and twisted away from their stares.
"I think I know what's going on now." Mary sighed, giving Yakima an apologetic smile before turning towards her youngest. "Claire, can you go and check to see if Ben is in his room? If you can't find him then will you go get Sarah."
Claire quickly nodded, racing away to fulfill her request.
"Now, Yakima," Mary turned her attention back to Yakima, not looking her in the eye. "I will explain everything to you later, so could you please bear with us for a moment..." Yakima raised an eyebrow as Mary blushed and gave another significant look at her mammoth bosom, "I’m afraid this is going to be a little embarrassing for the both of you."
Before she could ask just what exactly she meant by that, both of them turned towards the hallway as they heard Claire coming with a nervous looking Sarah in tow. Almost in unison, the two busty women crossed their arms and glared at the young woman.
Claire quickly fled and joined Kim on the couch, neither of the two girls wanting to be part of the drama but unwilling to leave either.
"H-Hey mom, Yakima." Sarah chuckled nervously, eyes flicking between her mother, Yakima, and the Asian model's chest. "Uhh, what's happening?"
"I think you have a pretty good idea of that young lady," Mary said in that angry calm tone that only a mother can pull off, "So, I'm going to give you one chance to come clean. If you choose not to, then I promise that you won't like your punishment." Her expression hardened as she finally asked, "Sarah, where's your brother?"
Yakima looked between Mary and Sarah, unsure how their mysterious brother was tied into all of this.
Certainly, Yakima had seen neither hide nor hair of their so-called brother Ben, only having heard about him when she arrived. And for someone that she was supposedly bunking with, she's found nothing to indicate that he was even living in that room, save for a girly dollhouse. But from Sarah nervous gulp, Mary must've hit the mark as her daughter shuffled nervously in place, her gaze constantly flicking towards Yakima's chest.
Her silence must've been damning because Mary sighed, shotting her eldest a disappointed look. "You're grounded for two weeks. No phone, no car, and you will be doing all the chores by yourself." Right as Sarah opened her mouth to complain, Mary quickly interjected, "Do you want to make it a month?"
"No." Sarah meekly answered.
Somewhat mollified, Mary looked over to Yakima, who nodded her agreement. Though Yakima wanted to rip Sarah a new one, she'd settle with her current punishment so long as the teen pulled no more of her "pranks". Though for some reason, Mary now looked more embarrassed than angry as she beckoned Yakima over to the love seat.
Confused, Yakima sat down with Mary taking her spot on the couch between Claire and Kim.
"Now Yakima," Mary leaned forward in her seat, her demeanor completely serious. "What I'm about to tell you may sound...no, will sound completely ridiculous but please believe me when I say it's the honest truth." She paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully before sighing and diving in with the simplest answer. "I'm afraid what my daughter tossed into your cleavage was my son Ben."
...
"Huh!?!?" Yakima sputtered.
Mary, with a marvelous display of self-control, calmly repeated herself. "I know this sounds utterly asinine Yakima, but from what you told me, I'm fairly certain that it was my son that Sarah tossed into your cleavage."
'Like Hell!' Yakima nearly shouted, barely restraining herself. Oh, she's heard all the jokes about her chest, especially ones regarding the lucky bastard that'll one day get the chance to dive headfirst between her tits. But to hear someone actually tell her that there is a boy hiding somewhere between her boobs.
Nuh-Uh.
No damn way.
She turned to her sister, wanting to see if she believed any of this crap only to be taken aback. Kim, contrary to her expectations, was nodding along to what Mary was saying and staring at her chest. Claire, in a similar vein, seemed to agree as she glared at her older sister, who actually looked repentant.
"Miss Mary please stop with the bad jokes. I most certainly would know if your son was in there." Yakima gave her chest a hearty smack, the globes shaking violently inside her tank top from the action. There was certainly no way that a boy was in there, unless he was flatter than a sheet of paper.
Still utterly serious, Mary continued, "Yakima, I promise that I'm telling you the truth. Would you please give us a chance to look in there? I know this is embarrassing, but I want to be certain. If we don't find anything, then I'll never ask anything of you again and you can stay here as long as you want. Please Yakima."
Yakima stared at her, then looked over at the house's other occupants.
All of them looked completely serious, even Kim.
Now Yakima faced a dilemma.
If she played along and they didn't find anything, then she'd secured a nice place to stay for the immediate future. If not, then she'd save herself the embarrassment but risked ostracizing her hostess. The worst case would be her being asked to find other accommodations. Though she wasn't strapped for cash, Yakima would rather spend her hard-earned money on better things and faced with the peer pressure in front of her, she'd rather bite the bullet.
"Alright," She sighed, as her housemates let out relieved breathes.
Feeling quite embarrassed, Yakima blushed as she pried her humongous breasts apart in front of them. Even the bright sunshine shining through the windows couldn't illuminate the dark abyss of her cleavage. She flushed an even darker shade of red that began to creep down her chest when Claire had to whip out her phone and shine the flashlight down there. Trying not to fidget, Yakima held still as Kim's fingers methodically pried her large mounds further apart. She almost reached the bottom of Yakima's cleavage before Claire let out a triumphant shout.
Yakima watched with mixed emotions as Claire pointed out a small, discolored patch of skin next to the base of her right breast. It was a little paler than the surrounding skin, but tucked away as it was, Yakima never would have seen it herself unless she looked real close.
She tried not to laugh as Kim scratched at the pale spot, tickling Yakima in the process.
After a few minutes, Kim managed to hook a fingernail underneath the edge and slowly pried the foreign...thing off of Yakima's chest.
It looked like a flattened, misshapen blob that'd been smushed flat...not surprising considering where it had been. Before Yakima could ask what it was, she bit back a scream as the lump started to move atop Kim's palm. To her complete shock, she starred flabbergasted as the blob slowly inflated itself, transforming before her eyes into a small, thumb-sized boy.
She nearly fainted as the tiny boy then blushed and shyly wave to her.
"Yakima, I'd like you to meet my son Ben."
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April 23, 2025
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