Yakima's Shower
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 19
by
Bobob1
Yakima decided that the best course of action would be to go take a shower. It had been nearly two days since her last shower, and she could smell the slightest trace of a stench growing on her body. She was also quite sweaty from the near-constant moving she had done over the past two days. Finally, she liked to make good impressions, and knew that cleaning herself up would be a good way to do just that.
Confident in her decision, Yakima gathered some clean clothes to change into after her shower, and strolled across the hallway and into the empty bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind her, and set her clean clothes down on the counter. Yakima proceeded to step into the shower, as she was already naked, and turn on the water.
Freezing cold water splashed onto her naked body, and she recoiled in surprise. Her breasts flopped around as she jumped back, wet and squishy flesh repeatedly slapping against your battered body. Yakima didn’t waste another second cranking the temperature up high, until the water felt like it was boiling hot. To Yakima though, it was just the right amount of heat, and she let out a long sigh.
The Asian giantess spread out her arms and stretched, letting the water cascade down her body. Water spilled into her cleavage, running down your body. However, it was not enough to free you, and you remained trapped as Yakima reached for a wash cloth to scrub her body.
With a bit of effort, Yakima pried her massive mammaries apart and scrubbed at her skin with the wash cloth. She kept her eyes closed in order to avoid getting any water in them, but this prevented her from seeing your sticker-like body plastered to her breast. It also prevented her from noticing that her scrubbing was quickly ripping you free from her skin.
After a minute of rubbing her boobs vigorously with the wash cloth, your small body was finally torn free. Still crushed in a paper-like form, you fluttered downwards, gently bumping against Yakima’s stomach and plump thighs as you fell. Your paper body dipped down into the water on the shower’s floor, coming to a stop.
Unfortunately for you, a significant amount of water had begun to pool together on the floor. This created a current, as the water flowed towards the drain. No normal human being would notice something so small, but the current was enough to carry your flat body towards the drain with ease. You squirmed and wiggled, trying to stop yourself from moving, but it was no use. Soon, you would be sucked down the drain, and sent on a one-way trip to the water recycling plant!
Thankfully, fate was not through toying with you yet, and you were spared from a watery grave. However, that was not to say that your new fate was anything better.
While you had been falling, Yakima realized that she probably should have lathered up with soap first. She had set down the wash cloth and reached for the bar of soap, but the slippery bar had fallen right out of her hands, and onto the floor. And, of course, it had fallen right on top of you.
The heavy bar of sticky soap was more than enough to crush you flat and stop your movement. As Yakima lifted the bar of soap, your tiny body went with it, glued to the underside of the bar. The bar had fallen on your back, allowing you to stare out in front of you. Through the water running down your body, you saw a giant brown nipple right in front of your face, and you internally screamed.
Yakima began lathering up her entire sexy body with soap, scrubbing every last inch of her flesh. Your battered body was rubbed against her nipples, breasts, stomach, feet, thighs, crotch, and ass. Each new area was worse than the last, and you mentally cried out in agony at the combined stress of the pain, pressure, and sexual overload you were experiencing. Your teenage body screamed for release, but your flat-shaped body was unable to grant you that.
Eventually, your tiny body unstuck from the soap, but in one of the worst possible areas. Your body peeled free right in the back of Yakima’s left thigh. You were pressed face first into her squishy flesh, your face buried far into her jiggly thigh. To make matters even more hellish, Yakima’s intense scrubbing had torn your clothes to shreds, leaving you just as naked as her.
The shower continued for quite a while after your entrapment, as Yakima expertly shampooed and conditioned her luxurious hair. Finally, the shower came to an end, and the Asian goddess stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and began drying herself off, thoroughly and efficiently.
The towel was coarse and rough, and it tore at your skin. You internally cried at the pain, and tried to wiggle or squirm to get Yakima’s attention. Unfortunately, you were plastered much too firmly to the back of her thigh, and could do nothing but stay there and pray for some form of miracle to save you. You hadn’t even properly met this girl yet, and she was unknowingly tormenting you.
Yakima reached for her clean clothes, only to realize she forgot to grab panties. Smiling at her brief lapse of forgetfulness, she simply wrapped the towel around her for “modesty”, and started heading back to your room, deciding to change their instead. In reality, her towel did almost nothing to cover her unbelievably curvaceous body. Most of her ass hung out from the bottom of the towel, and the majority of her breasts could be seen out from the top, including her nipples.
As Yakima stepped outside of the bathroom, and turned towards your room, Claire walked outside of her own room. She saw Yakima, wrapped in only a tiny towel, and stared at her in confusion for a second. Yakima didn’t notice, and walked in the opposite direction towards your room. Claire stared at her backside for a full three seconds before blushing bright red and averting her gaze.
However, as Yakima disappeared into your room, and closed the door behind her, Claire had a sneaking suspicion that she had seen something small on the back of her new houseguest’s left thigh. Does Claire realize it was you she saw, or does she pass off the thought as nothing?
Confident in her decision, Yakima gathered some clean clothes to change into after her shower, and strolled across the hallway and into the empty bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind her, and set her clean clothes down on the counter. Yakima proceeded to step into the shower, as she was already naked, and turn on the water.
Freezing cold water splashed onto her naked body, and she recoiled in surprise. Her breasts flopped around as she jumped back, wet and squishy flesh repeatedly slapping against your battered body. Yakima didn’t waste another second cranking the temperature up high, until the water felt like it was boiling hot. To Yakima though, it was just the right amount of heat, and she let out a long sigh.
The Asian giantess spread out her arms and stretched, letting the water cascade down her body. Water spilled into her cleavage, running down your body. However, it was not enough to free you, and you remained trapped as Yakima reached for a wash cloth to scrub her body.
With a bit of effort, Yakima pried her massive mammaries apart and scrubbed at her skin with the wash cloth. She kept her eyes closed in order to avoid getting any water in them, but this prevented her from seeing your sticker-like body plastered to her breast. It also prevented her from noticing that her scrubbing was quickly ripping you free from her skin.
After a minute of rubbing her boobs vigorously with the wash cloth, your small body was finally torn free. Still crushed in a paper-like form, you fluttered downwards, gently bumping against Yakima’s stomach and plump thighs as you fell. Your paper body dipped down into the water on the shower’s floor, coming to a stop.
Unfortunately for you, a significant amount of water had begun to pool together on the floor. This created a current, as the water flowed towards the drain. No normal human being would notice something so small, but the current was enough to carry your flat body towards the drain with ease. You squirmed and wiggled, trying to stop yourself from moving, but it was no use. Soon, you would be sucked down the drain, and sent on a one-way trip to the water recycling plant!
Thankfully, fate was not through toying with you yet, and you were spared from a watery grave. However, that was not to say that your new fate was anything better.
While you had been falling, Yakima realized that she probably should have lathered up with soap first. She had set down the wash cloth and reached for the bar of soap, but the slippery bar had fallen right out of her hands, and onto the floor. And, of course, it had fallen right on top of you.
The heavy bar of sticky soap was more than enough to crush you flat and stop your movement. As Yakima lifted the bar of soap, your tiny body went with it, glued to the underside of the bar. The bar had fallen on your back, allowing you to stare out in front of you. Through the water running down your body, you saw a giant brown nipple right in front of your face, and you internally screamed.
Yakima began lathering up her entire sexy body with soap, scrubbing every last inch of her flesh. Your battered body was rubbed against her nipples, breasts, stomach, feet, thighs, crotch, and ass. Each new area was worse than the last, and you mentally cried out in agony at the combined stress of the pain, pressure, and sexual overload you were experiencing. Your teenage body screamed for release, but your flat-shaped body was unable to grant you that.
Eventually, your tiny body unstuck from the soap, but in one of the worst possible areas. Your body peeled free right in the back of Yakima’s left thigh. You were pressed face first into her squishy flesh, your face buried far into her jiggly thigh. To make matters even more hellish, Yakima’s intense scrubbing had torn your clothes to shreds, leaving you just as naked as her.
The shower continued for quite a while after your entrapment, as Yakima expertly shampooed and conditioned her luxurious hair. Finally, the shower came to an end, and the Asian goddess stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and began drying herself off, thoroughly and efficiently.
The towel was coarse and rough, and it tore at your skin. You internally cried at the pain, and tried to wiggle or squirm to get Yakima’s attention. Unfortunately, you were plastered much too firmly to the back of her thigh, and could do nothing but stay there and pray for some form of miracle to save you. You hadn’t even properly met this girl yet, and she was unknowingly tormenting you.
Yakima reached for her clean clothes, only to realize she forgot to grab panties. Smiling at her brief lapse of forgetfulness, she simply wrapped the towel around her for “modesty”, and started heading back to your room, deciding to change their instead. In reality, her towel did almost nothing to cover her unbelievably curvaceous body. Most of her ass hung out from the bottom of the towel, and the majority of her breasts could be seen out from the top, including her nipples.
As Yakima stepped outside of the bathroom, and turned towards your room, Claire walked outside of her own room. She saw Yakima, wrapped in only a tiny towel, and stared at her in confusion for a second. Yakima didn’t notice, and walked in the opposite direction towards your room. Claire stared at her backside for a full three seconds before blushing bright red and averting her gaze.
However, as Yakima disappeared into your room, and closed the door behind her, Claire had a sneaking suspicion that she had seen something small on the back of her new houseguest’s left thigh. Does Claire realize it was you she saw, or does she pass off the thought as nothing?
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April 23, 2025
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