Picked up by Yakima
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
*Chapter written on request*
What... what on Earth?! Was she seeing this right? No, it couldn't be... There was no way the tiny figure clenched in her hand was actually a person. It was a trick of the light. Or the heat. Maybe she'd had the heat turned up too much in this sauna...
Yakima could've sworn that she'd seen the tiny figure- which looked like a teenage boy- moving early. When it had first emerged from the depths of her cleavage. But that was impossible- there was no way something so small could be a real person. Not to mention the fact that it had been squished flat in her hand. She'd closed her hand pretty snugly around, using a bit more force than she'd meant to, and now whatever the thing was it was motionless.
Either way Yakima felt like she needed to literally cool her head. This sauna was super relaxing, but if she wanted to examine her new discovery, she'd need to be out of the sauna to do it.
Wrapping a fluffy white towel around her body, Yakima stepped out. The locker room she'd left her clothes in was currently empty, so she had some privacy for now. The showers looked nice and spacious, with shampoo, conditioner, and all manner of fancy soaps and bodywashes provided within. She'd have to ask her boss just how she'd managed to get Yakima such a high level of membership at this club- it was unlike any other gym she'd ever gone to. The benefits that Yakima was getting were vastly superior to any other gym or spa she'd ever been to, and even a basic membership at this establishment was probably outside the price range of most people in town.
But enough of that! She needed to figure out just what the heck she was holding in her hand!
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Stillness. That was the key to survival. You weren't sure how this gorgeous Asian goddess would react to you speaking up, but you were pretty darn sure that she'd react poorly. You had been hitching a ride in her cleavage up till now, and you'd been punished harder for less from other women.
You had no exit plan, no greater strategy other than staying still and trying not to make a sound.
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Hmm... maybe it hadn't moved earlier? Had that just been a trick of the light? Yakima examined the person-like figure, turning it over in her hands. To her surprise, the flattened figure had snapped back into full 3-D after she'd let it go. It still hadn't moved though. Was it some kind of doll? It was soft and warm, and it felt like she was touching warm flesh rather than plastic. Plus, Yakima didn't know of any dolls that could be flattened paper-thin without being destroyed.
The inkling of an idea began forming in her mind.
Picking up the little figure, Yakima pressed it to the surface of her right breast- centering it on top of the massive mountain. Then, she began applying pressure with the palm of her hand.
Sure enough, the figure flattened completely, and now Yakima looked like she'd gotten a tattoo on top of her boob.
It wasn't a common look, that was for sure. But maybe... well, her boss had said she wanted each model to bring something unique to the agency. Maybe this was something she could use? Fortunately for Yakima, there was a full-body mirror on the wall next to her.
Yakima posed in front of the mirror. The little man flattened against her huge boob somehow maid her chest stand out even more!
"Yeah! I can work with this!" Yakima stated, happy that she'd made such a great find. She had no idea where the reusable tattoo-thing had come from, but she wasn't going to question it. Even better, despite being firmly stuck to her boob, Yakima knew she could peel it off without too much trouble if she wanted to move it to a different part of her body.
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Well shit. This wasn't how you'd imagined things going. You'd hoped that she would just set you down and forget about you, but now you were once more stuck to her boob. And this time, you were in plain sight of everyone! Hopefully they'd believe that you were just a tattoo on her tit.
But wait- Yakima was staying at your house! There was no way your mom or one of your sisters wouldn't say something about you being plastered to Yakima's chest! What were you going to do?
What happens next?
1. Yakima uses the showers in the locker room, and when scrubbing herself accidentally washes you off in the process.
2. Yakima leaves you stuck to the top of her boob, redresses, and decides to explore the rest of the sports club.
What... what on Earth?! Was she seeing this right? No, it couldn't be... There was no way the tiny figure clenched in her hand was actually a person. It was a trick of the light. Or the heat. Maybe she'd had the heat turned up too much in this sauna...
Yakima could've sworn that she'd seen the tiny figure- which looked like a teenage boy- moving early. When it had first emerged from the depths of her cleavage. But that was impossible- there was no way something so small could be a real person. Not to mention the fact that it had been squished flat in her hand. She'd closed her hand pretty snugly around, using a bit more force than she'd meant to, and now whatever the thing was it was motionless.
Either way Yakima felt like she needed to literally cool her head. This sauna was super relaxing, but if she wanted to examine her new discovery, she'd need to be out of the sauna to do it.
Wrapping a fluffy white towel around her body, Yakima stepped out. The locker room she'd left her clothes in was currently empty, so she had some privacy for now. The showers looked nice and spacious, with shampoo, conditioner, and all manner of fancy soaps and bodywashes provided within. She'd have to ask her boss just how she'd managed to get Yakima such a high level of membership at this club- it was unlike any other gym she'd ever gone to. The benefits that Yakima was getting were vastly superior to any other gym or spa she'd ever been to, and even a basic membership at this establishment was probably outside the price range of most people in town.
But enough of that! She needed to figure out just what the heck she was holding in her hand!
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Stillness. That was the key to survival. You weren't sure how this gorgeous Asian goddess would react to you speaking up, but you were pretty darn sure that she'd react poorly. You had been hitching a ride in her cleavage up till now, and you'd been punished harder for less from other women.
You had no exit plan, no greater strategy other than staying still and trying not to make a sound.
---------------------
Hmm... maybe it hadn't moved earlier? Had that just been a trick of the light? Yakima examined the person-like figure, turning it over in her hands. To her surprise, the flattened figure had snapped back into full 3-D after she'd let it go. It still hadn't moved though. Was it some kind of doll? It was soft and warm, and it felt like she was touching warm flesh rather than plastic. Plus, Yakima didn't know of any dolls that could be flattened paper-thin without being destroyed.
The inkling of an idea began forming in her mind.
Picking up the little figure, Yakima pressed it to the surface of her right breast- centering it on top of the massive mountain. Then, she began applying pressure with the palm of her hand.
Sure enough, the figure flattened completely, and now Yakima looked like she'd gotten a tattoo on top of her boob.
It wasn't a common look, that was for sure. But maybe... well, her boss had said she wanted each model to bring something unique to the agency. Maybe this was something she could use? Fortunately for Yakima, there was a full-body mirror on the wall next to her.
Yakima posed in front of the mirror. The little man flattened against her huge boob somehow maid her chest stand out even more!
"Yeah! I can work with this!" Yakima stated, happy that she'd made such a great find. She had no idea where the reusable tattoo-thing had come from, but she wasn't going to question it. Even better, despite being firmly stuck to her boob, Yakima knew she could peel it off without too much trouble if she wanted to move it to a different part of her body.
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Well shit. This wasn't how you'd imagined things going. You'd hoped that she would just set you down and forget about you, but now you were once more stuck to her boob. And this time, you were in plain sight of everyone! Hopefully they'd believe that you were just a tattoo on her tit.
But wait- Yakima was staying at your house! There was no way your mom or one of your sisters wouldn't say something about you being plastered to Yakima's chest! What were you going to do?
What happens next?
1. Yakima uses the showers in the locker room, and when scrubbing herself accidentally washes you off in the process.
2. Yakima leaves you stuck to the top of her boob, redresses, and decides to explore the rest of the sports club.
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April 23, 2025
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