Buried Deep
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 18
by
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After finally settling down, Yakima glanced down into the cavernous expanse of her cleavage, wondering what in the world she had just felt. She, as discreetly as she could, pried her jiggly breast flesh apart with one hand, and peered down into the darkness. Because her boobs were so unbelievably massive, it was impossible for her to see anything, let alone your tiny body hidden in the darkness.
Even more confused, Yakima let her breasts smack back together, her flesh rippling in an almost comical manner. This small action sealed your fate, as the two mountains of flesh collided once more, pulverizing your tiny body. You were squished in an instant, the previous pressure doubling in one fell swoop. Your normal body buckled, and you were flattened into a two-dimensional shape, left as nothing but a sticker on Yakima’s right breast.
Yakima glanced towards Sarah, a confused expression on her face. Sarah smiled innocently, and cocked her head to the side. After holding her gaze for a minute, Yakima shook her head and turned her attention back to Mary, who was waiting to show her to the room that she would be staying in. Right as Yakima looked away, Sarah hid a satisfied smirk behind her hand, and casually strolled off to watch TV.
Mary, without consenting you, had decided to let Yakima stay in your room. She had already set up a bed for the Asian visitor to use, and everything was prepared. Yakima thanked your mother, and followed her upstairs, with Kim carrying Yakima’s suitcase. The three females headed upstairs, oblivious to the tiny passenger that was being carried along with them.
As Yakima walked up the stairs, her massive breasts bounced up and down, seemingly threatening to pop out of her top on each bounce. Your tiny body was ground to a pulp as the twin walls of flesh rubbed up and down, over and over. Your body desperately wanted to puke from the nauseating motion, but it was impossible due to you being flat, and the breast flesh shoved against your still open mouth.
Even though you knew it was useless, you still had not entirely given up trying to escape. However, all of your attempts at wiggling or moving were rendered useless, as Yakima’s constantly jiggling boobs masked any minuscule attempts you could make. The pressure exerted by the busty giantess’ tight bra also prevented you from reforming. And, though it went without saying, you also couldn’t talk at the moment either. You were well and truly trapped.
Your mother showed Yakima into her room, and the foreign visitor thanked her again. Kim set down her older sister’s suitcase, and headed back downstairs. Mary turned to leave, but then remembered about you at the last second.
“Oh! Also, my only son, Ben, lives over there.” She stated, pointing to your dollhouse in the corner of the room. “He’s very small, but he’s a nice young man. You shouldn’t have to worry about him.” Satisfied with her explanation, and failing to notice Yakima’s perplexed expression, Mary left the room.
Now alone, Yakima shut the door and locked it. She walked over to the dollhouse, and peered inside of it, curious as to who this “Ben” was. However, all she saw inside was a simple Ken doll, dressed in a suit. Yakima, after pausing for a moment, shook her head and laughed. Mary had simply played a prank on her. Yakima had almost fallen for it, for a moment. She had almost believed that a tiny man could exist.
“Hello Ben.” Yakima giggled, patting the lifeless Ken doll on the head. “I hope we can get along.” The Asian giantess closed the dollhouse back up, and walked over to her suitcase, still smiling about Mary’s prank.
Deep inside the valley of darkness, you were just barely able to make out the conversation between your mother and Yakima, and Yakima’s discovery of “Ben”. Most sounds were muffled by the mountains of flesh all around you, but you had strained to hear this. You were furious to find out just how far Sarah had gone for this new plan. You surmised that she had planted that Ken doll in your dollhouse earlier in the day, specifically waiting for this moment.
Yakima, alone and secure in her temporary room, wiggled her sweatpants down her wide hips and onto the floor. Her panties followed next, as did her socks. Next, she pulled off her tank top, though not without great effort. The curvaceous girl had to jump a bit in order to get her top off, causing her boobs to shake about wildly. Her twin mounds slapped against you over and over, causing you no small amount of discomfort.
After her top was off, it was a fairly simple matter to unclip her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Yakima’s gargantuan breasts, now free, flopped about as the Asian girl tidied up her discarded clothes. She placed them into the hamper in the corner of the room, and then retrieved some clean clothes from her suitcase.
As Yakima’s boobs jiggled and jostled, you prayed that the titanic girl would just glance down and spot you, but your chances of rescue from Yakima herself were slim. It would take more than a quick glance to spot your tiny body plastered to her right breast like a sticker. You were also buried so deep, and her breasts were so massive, that even without a bra Yakima would still need to pull her boobs apart to find you. As much as you hated to admit it, you saw no feasible way to escape this torment.
What does Yakima decide to do next?
Even more confused, Yakima let her breasts smack back together, her flesh rippling in an almost comical manner. This small action sealed your fate, as the two mountains of flesh collided once more, pulverizing your tiny body. You were squished in an instant, the previous pressure doubling in one fell swoop. Your normal body buckled, and you were flattened into a two-dimensional shape, left as nothing but a sticker on Yakima’s right breast.
Yakima glanced towards Sarah, a confused expression on her face. Sarah smiled innocently, and cocked her head to the side. After holding her gaze for a minute, Yakima shook her head and turned her attention back to Mary, who was waiting to show her to the room that she would be staying in. Right as Yakima looked away, Sarah hid a satisfied smirk behind her hand, and casually strolled off to watch TV.
Mary, without consenting you, had decided to let Yakima stay in your room. She had already set up a bed for the Asian visitor to use, and everything was prepared. Yakima thanked your mother, and followed her upstairs, with Kim carrying Yakima’s suitcase. The three females headed upstairs, oblivious to the tiny passenger that was being carried along with them.
As Yakima walked up the stairs, her massive breasts bounced up and down, seemingly threatening to pop out of her top on each bounce. Your tiny body was ground to a pulp as the twin walls of flesh rubbed up and down, over and over. Your body desperately wanted to puke from the nauseating motion, but it was impossible due to you being flat, and the breast flesh shoved against your still open mouth.
Even though you knew it was useless, you still had not entirely given up trying to escape. However, all of your attempts at wiggling or moving were rendered useless, as Yakima’s constantly jiggling boobs masked any minuscule attempts you could make. The pressure exerted by the busty giantess’ tight bra also prevented you from reforming. And, though it went without saying, you also couldn’t talk at the moment either. You were well and truly trapped.
Your mother showed Yakima into her room, and the foreign visitor thanked her again. Kim set down her older sister’s suitcase, and headed back downstairs. Mary turned to leave, but then remembered about you at the last second.
“Oh! Also, my only son, Ben, lives over there.” She stated, pointing to your dollhouse in the corner of the room. “He’s very small, but he’s a nice young man. You shouldn’t have to worry about him.” Satisfied with her explanation, and failing to notice Yakima’s perplexed expression, Mary left the room.
Now alone, Yakima shut the door and locked it. She walked over to the dollhouse, and peered inside of it, curious as to who this “Ben” was. However, all she saw inside was a simple Ken doll, dressed in a suit. Yakima, after pausing for a moment, shook her head and laughed. Mary had simply played a prank on her. Yakima had almost fallen for it, for a moment. She had almost believed that a tiny man could exist.
“Hello Ben.” Yakima giggled, patting the lifeless Ken doll on the head. “I hope we can get along.” The Asian giantess closed the dollhouse back up, and walked over to her suitcase, still smiling about Mary’s prank.
Deep inside the valley of darkness, you were just barely able to make out the conversation between your mother and Yakima, and Yakima’s discovery of “Ben”. Most sounds were muffled by the mountains of flesh all around you, but you had strained to hear this. You were furious to find out just how far Sarah had gone for this new plan. You surmised that she had planted that Ken doll in your dollhouse earlier in the day, specifically waiting for this moment.
Yakima, alone and secure in her temporary room, wiggled her sweatpants down her wide hips and onto the floor. Her panties followed next, as did her socks. Next, she pulled off her tank top, though not without great effort. The curvaceous girl had to jump a bit in order to get her top off, causing her boobs to shake about wildly. Her twin mounds slapped against you over and over, causing you no small amount of discomfort.
After her top was off, it was a fairly simple matter to unclip her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Yakima’s gargantuan breasts, now free, flopped about as the Asian girl tidied up her discarded clothes. She placed them into the hamper in the corner of the room, and then retrieved some clean clothes from her suitcase.
As Yakima’s boobs jiggled and jostled, you prayed that the titanic girl would just glance down and spot you, but your chances of rescue from Yakima herself were slim. It would take more than a quick glance to spot your tiny body plastered to her right breast like a sticker. You were also buried so deep, and her breasts were so massive, that even without a bra Yakima would still need to pull her boobs apart to find you. As much as you hated to admit it, you saw no feasible way to escape this torment.
What does Yakima decide to do next?
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April 23, 2025
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