Yakima changes into clean clothes
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
Yakima paused for a moment, pondering whether or not to go take a quick shower before heading back downstairs.
Eh, if she waited till nightfall she could soak in a nice, relaxing bath. She preferred baths, being able to relax and lye back in the tub and just close her eyes and drift off... Yeah, that sounded good. She didn't want to use up too much water by bathing twice in the space of a single day, so for now a change of clothes would suffice.
That, and a liberal use of deodorant. She'd definitely ask her host if she could be first in line to use the bathtub later, but for now she could block out any bad smells with some deodorant.
Opening up her suitcase, the gorgeous and completely naked young woman retrieved the clothes she'd chosen for the rest of the day. She wanted to dress up a little bit more than her travel wear, as she was aiming to make a good first impression, but not looking for anything fancy.
Fortunately, Yakima had plenty of options. For now, a simple pair of jeans and a plain, decal-free t-shirt would suffice. Not wanting to wear anything fancy underneath, she decided that a pair of plain undergarments would be fine for the rest of the day.
The panties were more conservative than some of her other clothes, covering most of her ass rather than being a thong that was devoured by her bulbous buttocks, but she was fine with that. She didn't normally wear extra-large underwear like this, but right now she was looking for comfort rather than style. Similarly, the matching bra wasn't a work of art like that lacy black one she'd just discarded, being a plain, uniform white, but it was custom-made like the rest of her bras and was thus quite immense in size. The important thing here was that it was big enough that her massive chest didn't feel uncomfortably squished or squeezed by it.
Thankfully, the panties were big enough that even with her huge butt she didn't have to struggle getting them up. Just pull up, slide the waistband over her bulging butt cheeks, and done!
Next came the jeans, and Yakima momentarily regretted packing them, finding that their advance up her legs was stopped cold as they reached her meaty rump. Grunting and huffing with effort, Yakima sucked in her stomach and gave the jeans one last final tug. Fortunately, they went up passed her hips to obscure her panties this time, although Yakima was left wondering if maybe she should just change into a different pair of pants.
"Whew! These are... a lot tighter than I remember them being. Maybe Miss Claire will let me take her daughters to the mall? If this is any indication, I think I'm going to need to buy some new pants soon. My butt might be pretty huge, but at least I don't have to custom-order pants for it like I do with my bras..."
Done grumbling over the minor setback, Yakima manhandled her massive breasts, wrestling them into the huge bra. Fortunately, the bra fit her humongous breasts a lot better than the pants fit her ass, and she was able to get the bra on without too much of a fight. The t-shirt followed suit moments later, and while it covered her chest and bra just fine, her gigantic breasts stretched it out to the point that the outline of her bra could be clearly seen through the fabric.
"Ugh... well, at least I'm decent. Won't get arrested for indecent exposure like this... but I'm definitely gonna need some new jeans for the future. Might've been a better idea to just go with a skirt. Oh well, everything should be fine for now."
Exiting the room she'd been given, Yakima headed back downstairs.
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It had been both heaven and hell in here. For a brief shining moment of hope, you'd been expecting to fall to your freedom, your paper-thin form to float gently down to the floor, only for Yakima to quash that hope moments later. Rather than heading into the shower where you were reasonably confident you would've escaped from her body, she had chosen to redress immediately! You hadn't had a hope of escaping her cavernous cleavage even when she'd been completely nude, and now that she was once more wearing a bra your chances of escaping were literally zero. The bra was huge in size and easily strong enough to comfortably cradle Yakima's titanic chest, and to you that meant that the twin boulders were pressed together firmly, not only pinning you in place but ensuring there wasn't the faintest hope of you reforming. As things were, you couldn't even struggle to try and get to a better position.
As your hot, squishy prison swayed and jiggled around you, you realized that Yakima must have finished dressing by now and was moving back downstairs.
Surely you wouldn't spend all day in this Asian beauty's humongous rack- your family would notice you were missing after a while (well, not Sarah, she was the one who'd got you into here in the first place.)
As much as you loved the strangely comforting sensation of being held in place by Yakima's mind-bogglingly massive breasts, being cradled between them and rocked gently from side to side...
Gah! You were getting off track... You ripped your mind away from thinking about Yakima's breasts and told yourself that Yakima's first impression of you would be ruined if she caught a tiny little teen lounging around in her bra.
But what hope did you have of getting out? You knew she'd find you sooner or later. You could only hope she took your side and blamed Sarah for your 'predicament.'
What happens when Yakima gets back downstairs?
1. Her host, Mary, seems to be arguing with her oldest daughter about something. She can't hear what, but they keep mentioning the name "Ben."
2. Her pants really were too tight and split open just as she's getting to know her host family. Talk about first impressions...
Eh, if she waited till nightfall she could soak in a nice, relaxing bath. She preferred baths, being able to relax and lye back in the tub and just close her eyes and drift off... Yeah, that sounded good. She didn't want to use up too much water by bathing twice in the space of a single day, so for now a change of clothes would suffice.
That, and a liberal use of deodorant. She'd definitely ask her host if she could be first in line to use the bathtub later, but for now she could block out any bad smells with some deodorant.
Opening up her suitcase, the gorgeous and completely naked young woman retrieved the clothes she'd chosen for the rest of the day. She wanted to dress up a little bit more than her travel wear, as she was aiming to make a good first impression, but not looking for anything fancy.
Fortunately, Yakima had plenty of options. For now, a simple pair of jeans and a plain, decal-free t-shirt would suffice. Not wanting to wear anything fancy underneath, she decided that a pair of plain undergarments would be fine for the rest of the day.
The panties were more conservative than some of her other clothes, covering most of her ass rather than being a thong that was devoured by her bulbous buttocks, but she was fine with that. She didn't normally wear extra-large underwear like this, but right now she was looking for comfort rather than style. Similarly, the matching bra wasn't a work of art like that lacy black one she'd just discarded, being a plain, uniform white, but it was custom-made like the rest of her bras and was thus quite immense in size. The important thing here was that it was big enough that her massive chest didn't feel uncomfortably squished or squeezed by it.
Thankfully, the panties were big enough that even with her huge butt she didn't have to struggle getting them up. Just pull up, slide the waistband over her bulging butt cheeks, and done!
Next came the jeans, and Yakima momentarily regretted packing them, finding that their advance up her legs was stopped cold as they reached her meaty rump. Grunting and huffing with effort, Yakima sucked in her stomach and gave the jeans one last final tug. Fortunately, they went up passed her hips to obscure her panties this time, although Yakima was left wondering if maybe she should just change into a different pair of pants.
"Whew! These are... a lot tighter than I remember them being. Maybe Miss Claire will let me take her daughters to the mall? If this is any indication, I think I'm going to need to buy some new pants soon. My butt might be pretty huge, but at least I don't have to custom-order pants for it like I do with my bras..."
Done grumbling over the minor setback, Yakima manhandled her massive breasts, wrestling them into the huge bra. Fortunately, the bra fit her humongous breasts a lot better than the pants fit her ass, and she was able to get the bra on without too much of a fight. The t-shirt followed suit moments later, and while it covered her chest and bra just fine, her gigantic breasts stretched it out to the point that the outline of her bra could be clearly seen through the fabric.
"Ugh... well, at least I'm decent. Won't get arrested for indecent exposure like this... but I'm definitely gonna need some new jeans for the future. Might've been a better idea to just go with a skirt. Oh well, everything should be fine for now."
Exiting the room she'd been given, Yakima headed back downstairs.
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It had been both heaven and hell in here. For a brief shining moment of hope, you'd been expecting to fall to your freedom, your paper-thin form to float gently down to the floor, only for Yakima to quash that hope moments later. Rather than heading into the shower where you were reasonably confident you would've escaped from her body, she had chosen to redress immediately! You hadn't had a hope of escaping her cavernous cleavage even when she'd been completely nude, and now that she was once more wearing a bra your chances of escaping were literally zero. The bra was huge in size and easily strong enough to comfortably cradle Yakima's titanic chest, and to you that meant that the twin boulders were pressed together firmly, not only pinning you in place but ensuring there wasn't the faintest hope of you reforming. As things were, you couldn't even struggle to try and get to a better position.
As your hot, squishy prison swayed and jiggled around you, you realized that Yakima must have finished dressing by now and was moving back downstairs.
Surely you wouldn't spend all day in this Asian beauty's humongous rack- your family would notice you were missing after a while (well, not Sarah, she was the one who'd got you into here in the first place.)
As much as you loved the strangely comforting sensation of being held in place by Yakima's mind-bogglingly massive breasts, being cradled between them and rocked gently from side to side...
Gah! You were getting off track... You ripped your mind away from thinking about Yakima's breasts and told yourself that Yakima's first impression of you would be ruined if she caught a tiny little teen lounging around in her bra.
But what hope did you have of getting out? You knew she'd find you sooner or later. You could only hope she took your side and blamed Sarah for your 'predicament.'
What happens when Yakima gets back downstairs?
1. Her host, Mary, seems to be arguing with her oldest daughter about something. She can't hear what, but they keep mentioning the name "Ben."
2. Her pants really were too tight and split open just as she's getting to know her host family. Talk about first impressions...
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