Susan’s New Boyfriend
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with Brucasco]
At first you wanted to say that you didn’t choose any of them. That you were here to work and did not want to commit yourself to a relationship right now. But, given the way the bridesmaids and the bride-to-be were looking at you right now, you realised you weren’t going to get out of this situation that way, and that a failure to choose would most likely just result in the choice being made for you. Making the choice yourself would at least allow you to eliminate the options you truly did not want to go with, like being dominated by Keeya, or used as nothing but a stretchy product by Michelle.
Truly, most of the choices you had been presented with amounted to either unknown or concerning prospects. The only two that you considered to be at all workable were Susan and Ava. Both of them came across as overly keen, almost desperate, in their desire to have you, and you weren’t sure how either would react to being chosen, or for that matter not being chosen. That being said, based on what little information you had, you felt that Susan was the safer choice. The prospect of being a target of affection for not just Ava, but also her mother and sisters was daunting, and despite her words you didn’t truly have any idea how they’d react to the brunette suddenly bringing you home.
You hoped that Susan would at least be willing to listen to you enough to take you home to your roommates, even if you may inevitably end up stuck with her as a girlfriend. Honestly, if you could keep it to just that, it wouldn’t be the worst outcome. She was quite attractive after all. “Uh… well. I’m… flattered by all your offers, and I don’t want to seem as if I’m dismissing any of your feelings, but… given that she was the first one to ask, and I don’t have any reason to turn her down… I’ll have to choose Susan.” Immediately, you could see the looks of disappointment fall over the faces of the other bridesmaids and, fearful of a negative respond, you hurried to cover yourself. “I’m not sayi-!”
Before you could finish, a high pitch squeal cut you off, and you didn’t even get the chance to react before you found yourself snatched up by an excited Susan. You caught just the smallest glimpse of her brightly beaming face before you were crushed against her chest, hugged tightly against her large breasts as she jumped for joy. The enthusiastic movement saw you being pummelled again and again by the blonde’s breasts as they bounced against you, the disorienting assault making it hard for you to focus on her words as she spoke. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m so happy! You won’t regret this I swear! I’ll love you forever and the two of us are going to be so happy together! Oh god, I just can’t wait to get you home! You’re going to love it, I’m sure! I’ve got everything!”
While you didn’t catch every word, you heard enough to want to tell her to slow down, and that you had only agreed to a date, not to spend the rest of your lives together. It wasn’t like you could talk with your face buried against her chest though, and in any case, you weren’t the only one to object. Unseen by you, Keeya reached out towards her friend’s chest, a frown on her face as she glared down at you. “Tch. If the little guy doesn’t know his place, then I’ll show it to him. Give him a night with me and he’ll be singing a different tune.” Behind her, Iris spoke up as well, her face indignant. “I want a do-over! He clearly didn’t see all that I had to offer! He doesn’t know what he’ll be missing!”
Susan took a step back, her arms squeezing you even tighter against her breasts and a protest rising to her lips. Surprisingly, however, the blonde was cut off as Ava stepped between her and the other girls, placing a firm hand on Keeya’s chest and forcibly halting her advance. “Stop that. Don’t you think I’m disappointed as well. But we have to accept the little guy’s decision.” Her gaze focused on Iris, eyes hardening notably. “Isn’t that what you said to me when you said Mikey agreed to marry you? I accepted it then as long as you made him happy, so don’t going try to claim another tiny too.” The bride-to-be at least had the grace to look abashed, and both she and Keeya backed down as several other bridesmaids voiced their agreement with Ava, though not without lingering grumbles.
You only heard some of the confrontation though, as pretty much as soon as Ava had stepped in, Susan had taken the chance to pull down her neckline and plunge you into her cleavage, giving you a small wave before letting her bosom flow over you. Stunned, you only got out a “wai-” before you found yourself surrounded by flesh on all sides, the warm mounds conforming to your shape as they squeezed in around you and effectively rendered you mute. The blonde was wearing a strong bra, ensuring you had little chance to move as she tugged her neckline back up, obscuring you from view. It wasn’t uncomfortable per se, her breasts providing both warmth and cushioning, but you couldn’t say you were pleased to find yourself effectively cut-off from the outside world within this abode.
By the time Lilyana eventually returned, she found the bridesmaids and Iris standing around a little awkwardly, few willing to meet each other’s eyes, and with Susan standing near one wall with her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive fashion. Lacking context, the Slavic woman acted quickly to ensure things didn’t fall apart further, clapping her hands to get their attention. “Alright ladies. Sorry for the delay. Is everyone ready to get started?” She gestured to the table you had helped to set up, and was pleased as Ava jumped in to assist, quickly leading Iris to her seat at the head of the table while gesturing everyone else to sit down too. “Wonderful. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.”
Happy to no longer have any attention on her, Susan dropped herself into one of the offered chairs, giggling slightly as her chest bounced with the impact, separating just enough to allow her a brief glimpse of your body before they slammed back together even tighter than before. Confident that you were having the time of your life in there, she surreptitiously grabbed a breast in each hand and kneaded them around you briefly, pretending she was just adjusting a slightly askew bra. The blonde loved the way that your tiny body felt against her sensitive flesh, biting her lip to avoid moaning as she gave you a particularly forceful squeeze before eventually turning her mind back to the others.
For yourself, you’d be lying if you said the experience was entirely unpleasurable. The warmth and gentle pressure felt more like a firm massage than the crushing force you were used to. Even so, you would still prefer to be outside doing your new job than being stimulated within a lovestruck girl’s massive cleavage. Hopefully Lilyana would ask for you soon, so that you could have a proper talk with Susan. Maybe set up a time for a date later if she wanted, but making it clear that you were not ready to commit to her for life. Unfortunately, in the relatively short time you’d been out of her sight, your boss had already forgotten your presence, not use to having a tiny assistant at work.
Instead of being rescued, you were left deep within Susan’s cleavage as the group went through their activities, leaving you awash in the blonde’s bosom while she stole the occasional squeeze or gave her breasts a playful shake. As time passed, and your new girlfriend availed herself of some wine, the frequency and force of the squeezing slowly increased, what was once a gentle massage slowly morphing more and more into crushing force as her breasts came together again and again. Things became even livelier as the girls got up to dance, loud music penetrating into your prison as Susan began to gyrate her curvy body, letting your presence mostly slip from her mind as she had fun with her friends, remembered mostly as the funny feeling between her rapidly bouncing assets.
For you, any sense of pleasantness had long since departed as the increasingly sweaty breasts of the blonde moved around you, squishing and smearing your body within their embrace. You tried to cry out in protest, but every attempt just saw your mouth filed with creamy flesh, providing little more than an unintended kiss to your captor, who shivered slightly at the sensation but was too tipsy to investigate. More than once you found yourself violently compacted as Susan tried to dance with one of her friends, only for the inebriated women to collide chest-first, breaking apart with giggles and smiles while you suffered silently. Eventually, intermittent impacts morphed into a consistent pressure as your new girlfriend ended up in a drunken slow-dance with Lucia, the two curvaceous women rocking back and forth as they pressed their bodies together and snickered like schoolgirls.
You were barely conscious by the time the party wound down, the pressure upon you alleviated somewhat as Susan searched for her shoes, discarded at some point during the night. By the time she found them in one corner of the dance floor she was nearly alone, Lilyana approaching with a small caring smile. “Susan, right? How are you getting home dear? You’re in no state to drive.” The blonde giggled at the statement, aware enough to recognise her own inebriation as she nodded along, taking a moment to steady herself against the wall before slipping on her shoes. Recognising the voice of your roommates’ mother, you hoped that this was your chance to be saved, and that the next thing you were going to hear was Lilyana asking for your return, or at least whereabouts.
But does Lilyana even realise that you’re missing? And does Susan even still remember you?
At first you wanted to say that you didn’t choose any of them. That you were here to work and did not want to commit yourself to a relationship right now. But, given the way the bridesmaids and the bride-to-be were looking at you right now, you realised you weren’t going to get out of this situation that way, and that a failure to choose would most likely just result in the choice being made for you. Making the choice yourself would at least allow you to eliminate the options you truly did not want to go with, like being dominated by Keeya, or used as nothing but a stretchy product by Michelle.
Truly, most of the choices you had been presented with amounted to either unknown or concerning prospects. The only two that you considered to be at all workable were Susan and Ava. Both of them came across as overly keen, almost desperate, in their desire to have you, and you weren’t sure how either would react to being chosen, or for that matter not being chosen. That being said, based on what little information you had, you felt that Susan was the safer choice. The prospect of being a target of affection for not just Ava, but also her mother and sisters was daunting, and despite her words you didn’t truly have any idea how they’d react to the brunette suddenly bringing you home.
You hoped that Susan would at least be willing to listen to you enough to take you home to your roommates, even if you may inevitably end up stuck with her as a girlfriend. Honestly, if you could keep it to just that, it wouldn’t be the worst outcome. She was quite attractive after all. “Uh… well. I’m… flattered by all your offers, and I don’t want to seem as if I’m dismissing any of your feelings, but… given that she was the first one to ask, and I don’t have any reason to turn her down… I’ll have to choose Susan.” Immediately, you could see the looks of disappointment fall over the faces of the other bridesmaids and, fearful of a negative respond, you hurried to cover yourself. “I’m not sayi-!”
Before you could finish, a high pitch squeal cut you off, and you didn’t even get the chance to react before you found yourself snatched up by an excited Susan. You caught just the smallest glimpse of her brightly beaming face before you were crushed against her chest, hugged tightly against her large breasts as she jumped for joy. The enthusiastic movement saw you being pummelled again and again by the blonde’s breasts as they bounced against you, the disorienting assault making it hard for you to focus on her words as she spoke. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m so happy! You won’t regret this I swear! I’ll love you forever and the two of us are going to be so happy together! Oh god, I just can’t wait to get you home! You’re going to love it, I’m sure! I’ve got everything!”
While you didn’t catch every word, you heard enough to want to tell her to slow down, and that you had only agreed to a date, not to spend the rest of your lives together. It wasn’t like you could talk with your face buried against her chest though, and in any case, you weren’t the only one to object. Unseen by you, Keeya reached out towards her friend’s chest, a frown on her face as she glared down at you. “Tch. If the little guy doesn’t know his place, then I’ll show it to him. Give him a night with me and he’ll be singing a different tune.” Behind her, Iris spoke up as well, her face indignant. “I want a do-over! He clearly didn’t see all that I had to offer! He doesn’t know what he’ll be missing!”
Susan took a step back, her arms squeezing you even tighter against her breasts and a protest rising to her lips. Surprisingly, however, the blonde was cut off as Ava stepped between her and the other girls, placing a firm hand on Keeya’s chest and forcibly halting her advance. “Stop that. Don’t you think I’m disappointed as well. But we have to accept the little guy’s decision.” Her gaze focused on Iris, eyes hardening notably. “Isn’t that what you said to me when you said Mikey agreed to marry you? I accepted it then as long as you made him happy, so don’t going try to claim another tiny too.” The bride-to-be at least had the grace to look abashed, and both she and Keeya backed down as several other bridesmaids voiced their agreement with Ava, though not without lingering grumbles.
You only heard some of the confrontation though, as pretty much as soon as Ava had stepped in, Susan had taken the chance to pull down her neckline and plunge you into her cleavage, giving you a small wave before letting her bosom flow over you. Stunned, you only got out a “wai-” before you found yourself surrounded by flesh on all sides, the warm mounds conforming to your shape as they squeezed in around you and effectively rendered you mute. The blonde was wearing a strong bra, ensuring you had little chance to move as she tugged her neckline back up, obscuring you from view. It wasn’t uncomfortable per se, her breasts providing both warmth and cushioning, but you couldn’t say you were pleased to find yourself effectively cut-off from the outside world within this abode.
By the time Lilyana eventually returned, she found the bridesmaids and Iris standing around a little awkwardly, few willing to meet each other’s eyes, and with Susan standing near one wall with her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive fashion. Lacking context, the Slavic woman acted quickly to ensure things didn’t fall apart further, clapping her hands to get their attention. “Alright ladies. Sorry for the delay. Is everyone ready to get started?” She gestured to the table you had helped to set up, and was pleased as Ava jumped in to assist, quickly leading Iris to her seat at the head of the table while gesturing everyone else to sit down too. “Wonderful. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.”
Happy to no longer have any attention on her, Susan dropped herself into one of the offered chairs, giggling slightly as her chest bounced with the impact, separating just enough to allow her a brief glimpse of your body before they slammed back together even tighter than before. Confident that you were having the time of your life in there, she surreptitiously grabbed a breast in each hand and kneaded them around you briefly, pretending she was just adjusting a slightly askew bra. The blonde loved the way that your tiny body felt against her sensitive flesh, biting her lip to avoid moaning as she gave you a particularly forceful squeeze before eventually turning her mind back to the others.
For yourself, you’d be lying if you said the experience was entirely unpleasurable. The warmth and gentle pressure felt more like a firm massage than the crushing force you were used to. Even so, you would still prefer to be outside doing your new job than being stimulated within a lovestruck girl’s massive cleavage. Hopefully Lilyana would ask for you soon, so that you could have a proper talk with Susan. Maybe set up a time for a date later if she wanted, but making it clear that you were not ready to commit to her for life. Unfortunately, in the relatively short time you’d been out of her sight, your boss had already forgotten your presence, not use to having a tiny assistant at work.
Instead of being rescued, you were left deep within Susan’s cleavage as the group went through their activities, leaving you awash in the blonde’s bosom while she stole the occasional squeeze or gave her breasts a playful shake. As time passed, and your new girlfriend availed herself of some wine, the frequency and force of the squeezing slowly increased, what was once a gentle massage slowly morphing more and more into crushing force as her breasts came together again and again. Things became even livelier as the girls got up to dance, loud music penetrating into your prison as Susan began to gyrate her curvy body, letting your presence mostly slip from her mind as she had fun with her friends, remembered mostly as the funny feeling between her rapidly bouncing assets.
For you, any sense of pleasantness had long since departed as the increasingly sweaty breasts of the blonde moved around you, squishing and smearing your body within their embrace. You tried to cry out in protest, but every attempt just saw your mouth filed with creamy flesh, providing little more than an unintended kiss to your captor, who shivered slightly at the sensation but was too tipsy to investigate. More than once you found yourself violently compacted as Susan tried to dance with one of her friends, only for the inebriated women to collide chest-first, breaking apart with giggles and smiles while you suffered silently. Eventually, intermittent impacts morphed into a consistent pressure as your new girlfriend ended up in a drunken slow-dance with Lucia, the two curvaceous women rocking back and forth as they pressed their bodies together and snickered like schoolgirls.
You were barely conscious by the time the party wound down, the pressure upon you alleviated somewhat as Susan searched for her shoes, discarded at some point during the night. By the time she found them in one corner of the dance floor she was nearly alone, Lilyana approaching with a small caring smile. “Susan, right? How are you getting home dear? You’re in no state to drive.” The blonde giggled at the statement, aware enough to recognise her own inebriation as she nodded along, taking a moment to steady herself against the wall before slipping on her shoes. Recognising the voice of your roommates’ mother, you hoped that this was your chance to be saved, and that the next thing you were going to hear was Lilyana asking for your return, or at least whereabouts.
But does Lilyana even realise that you’re missing? And does Susan even still remember you?
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