Milly goes to the kitchen pt1
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 28
There was more than a bit of a bounce in Milly Dubois’ step as she sauntered down the halls. Stacy’s hilarious prank had really raised her spirits after such a boring work day! And, being a hormone-driven young woman, Milly was slightly embarrassed to find that she just couldn’t keep her thoughts from lingering on that super-cute new guy that Stacy had been with… You may have been an inch tall, but Milly hardly cared: if anything that just made you more adorable! Milly was so distracted with her thoughts that she completely failed to notice the fact that the guy she had been daydreaming about was currently bouncing along with her, still helplessly flattened to her nipple. Each one of her quick steps, rather than slamming you violently like you had expected, instead left you jiggling in random directions. The pattern was endless: step wobble wobble, step wobble wobble...
Milly was feeling in such a good mood that she decided to take care of a personal errand: it was a co-worker’s birthday today, and cupcakes would be a perfect gift for the occasion! It wasn’t long (though it felt like it, for you) before Milly arrived at the staff kitchens, hosting an array of stainless steel counters and ovens and refrigerators and cupboards... The big room appeared empty, but that suited Milly just fine. She loved to cook and bake, and having the room all to herself would let her work (and fantasize) in peace.
After bouncing her way over to the cupboards, Milly began pulling out cupcake ingredients: flour, butter, sugar… and lining them up on a countertop. She had to stretch on her toes to reach the sugar on a top shelf, and as she did her protruding bust swung forward into a cupboard door. Milly didn’t mind (she was used to accidentally bouncing into things) but you certainly felt it: her accidental motion was more than enough to flatten you all over again while grinding your sore cock right against her very smooth skin. Milly paused when an unexpectedly delightful shiver ran up her spine as her firm nipple rubbed against the wall (and, she failed to notice, you). After finally plucking the last ingredient from the shelves, Milly let out a girlish sigh, trying to get herself under control, and fell back to her feet. Why had that felt so good, Milly wondered? Was she still excited from meeting her handsome new co-star? Milly tried not to blush as she began cracking eggs into a mixing bowl, lightly jiggling you through the air with each motion.
Thanks to the inconvenient size of her bulging chest, Milly had long ago learned to carefully work “around” her own bust when she could, but that didn’t stop her arms from constantly bumping into her breasts from one side or the other, or squeezing them together if she had to reach for something. Even with her mild task, it felt like you were caught in a soft earthquake that gradually worsened or lessened as the inattentive girl went about her business. Now that this was the third time you’d been stuck inside a giant girls clothing (at least if you were keeping track right), you had a moment to sarcastically congratulate yourself on getting stuck to the bustiest, bounciest, and so far most careless coworker yet.
She was halfway done adding everything when Milly realized that, in her distractions, she had forgotten how the rest of the recipe went. She stomped one foot in a cute (and jiggly) display of mild irritation, “Mince! Now where is that cookbook...” Milly snatched a book from a shelf and flipped it open, trying to figure out what to do next. As she leaned over, you found yourself haplessly smothered as the weight of her chest flattened you against her restrictive clothing. Thankfully, she hadn’t dropped herself onto the countertop, or you’d have been crushed for sure.
Getting comfortable, Milly rested on her arms and waggled her thick hips back and forth as she read along, innocently letting her skirt ride up her stocking clad thighs and pale posterior. If anyone had been behind her, they’d have gotten quite the eye-full, but you were merely left swaying beneath her fleshy mounds. Delighting in the tickling sensation against her nipple, and the rubbing of her tight thong between her legs, Milly continued rocking her hips as her soft feminine voice hummed each line of the recipe, “Let’s see now. Two eggs, and a dollop of… manly hands on my buttery smooth skin…” The French maid once again found her thoughts wandering back to you as she gently traced her fingers across her bare cleavage, making her skin tingle. Milly sounded dreamy, “After that, a large rump, kneaded and spanked to perfection…” She fondly imagined what it would be like if you came across her in the kitchens and were so enthralled by her risque position that you dropped everything (starting with your trousers) and had your way with her. Milly knew she should really be focusing on her work rather than fantasizing about the cute guy she just met, but—ooh la la—just the thought of another moment of amorous fun with you was driving her crazy. If you weren’t going to grace her with your masculine presence, surely it couldn’t hurt to indulge her fantasies for a little longer?
Milly gave her own round backside a longing squeeze while you, meanwhile, couldn’t help but overhear Milly’s lewd comments… As much as you were trying to focus on getting away, it was becoming even more difficult not to think about the wonderfully perky, giant boob in your face, as the unaware girl continued to breath heavily right above you. You quickly felt your penis stiffening further, pressing itself into Milly’s skin as if with a mind of its own.
Meanwhile, Milly was humming breathily to herself, “Next, a pinch of… my soft, aching nipple~...” Milly hardly managed to get the last words past a soft moan, before she satisfied herself by taking two fingers and sensually pinching her chest. You barely managed to cry MMFF!? as you were squashed between Milly’s thumb and pink nipple, then firmly kneaded back and forth into her doughy flesh. Despite the discomfort, you couldn’t deny that Milly’s boob was anything but perfectly smooth and soft, and you felt your cock twitch against her perky skin in agreement. Eventually realizing she was just getting distracted again, Milly sighed and leaned down, smooshing you into the countertop with a cute little wiggle as she relished the thought of what could have happened if Stacy had given her just a few more minutes with you.
Now resting plenty of weight on her chest, the busty French girl couldn’t help but impulsively rock to the sides, indulging herself by massaging her sensitive nipples against the hard table as she tried to concentrate on reading. Not once did it occur to her that she could also possibly be pulverizing a tiny man right beneath her squishy pink flesh, let alone the one she had earlier found so adorable.
When she finally found what she needed, Milly reluctantly slid to her feet, letting you choke for air now that you were no longer pancaked beneath her. She quickly measured the missing ingredients into the bowl and grabbed a whisk for stirring, except she paused when she felt something odd. It felt like her nipple was being rubbed, or poked. After Milly got over the twinge of pleasure she glanced curiously at her tremendous rack: she could hardly see since her breasts were practically jutting away from her chest like balloons, but she definitely felt something. Setting the mixing bowl down, Milly reached up and carefully traced a finger across her taut outfit, nibbling on her thick lower lip as she came closer and closer to whatever was pleasantly rubbing against her oh-so-sensitive nipple.
You could feel the silky vibrations of Milly’s finger approaching, and the last thing you wanted was to get pinched again. You took as big of a breath as you could (inhaling plenty of Milly’s sweet, intoxicating scent as you did) and screamed, “Milly! Help me!” Milly’s eyebrows rose at that, stopping her finger just before it had reached the tip of her breast. She hadn’t been expecting to hear a tiny voice call out to her, but it sounded somehow familiar... Had she really heard that, or was her mind playing tricks on her?
Milly was feeling in such a good mood that she decided to take care of a personal errand: it was a co-worker’s birthday today, and cupcakes would be a perfect gift for the occasion! It wasn’t long (though it felt like it, for you) before Milly arrived at the staff kitchens, hosting an array of stainless steel counters and ovens and refrigerators and cupboards... The big room appeared empty, but that suited Milly just fine. She loved to cook and bake, and having the room all to herself would let her work (and fantasize) in peace.
After bouncing her way over to the cupboards, Milly began pulling out cupcake ingredients: flour, butter, sugar… and lining them up on a countertop. She had to stretch on her toes to reach the sugar on a top shelf, and as she did her protruding bust swung forward into a cupboard door. Milly didn’t mind (she was used to accidentally bouncing into things) but you certainly felt it: her accidental motion was more than enough to flatten you all over again while grinding your sore cock right against her very smooth skin. Milly paused when an unexpectedly delightful shiver ran up her spine as her firm nipple rubbed against the wall (and, she failed to notice, you). After finally plucking the last ingredient from the shelves, Milly let out a girlish sigh, trying to get herself under control, and fell back to her feet. Why had that felt so good, Milly wondered? Was she still excited from meeting her handsome new co-star? Milly tried not to blush as she began cracking eggs into a mixing bowl, lightly jiggling you through the air with each motion.
Thanks to the inconvenient size of her bulging chest, Milly had long ago learned to carefully work “around” her own bust when she could, but that didn’t stop her arms from constantly bumping into her breasts from one side or the other, or squeezing them together if she had to reach for something. Even with her mild task, it felt like you were caught in a soft earthquake that gradually worsened or lessened as the inattentive girl went about her business. Now that this was the third time you’d been stuck inside a giant girls clothing (at least if you were keeping track right), you had a moment to sarcastically congratulate yourself on getting stuck to the bustiest, bounciest, and so far most careless coworker yet.
She was halfway done adding everything when Milly realized that, in her distractions, she had forgotten how the rest of the recipe went. She stomped one foot in a cute (and jiggly) display of mild irritation, “Mince! Now where is that cookbook...” Milly snatched a book from a shelf and flipped it open, trying to figure out what to do next. As she leaned over, you found yourself haplessly smothered as the weight of her chest flattened you against her restrictive clothing. Thankfully, she hadn’t dropped herself onto the countertop, or you’d have been crushed for sure.
Getting comfortable, Milly rested on her arms and waggled her thick hips back and forth as she read along, innocently letting her skirt ride up her stocking clad thighs and pale posterior. If anyone had been behind her, they’d have gotten quite the eye-full, but you were merely left swaying beneath her fleshy mounds. Delighting in the tickling sensation against her nipple, and the rubbing of her tight thong between her legs, Milly continued rocking her hips as her soft feminine voice hummed each line of the recipe, “Let’s see now. Two eggs, and a dollop of… manly hands on my buttery smooth skin…” The French maid once again found her thoughts wandering back to you as she gently traced her fingers across her bare cleavage, making her skin tingle. Milly sounded dreamy, “After that, a large rump, kneaded and spanked to perfection…” She fondly imagined what it would be like if you came across her in the kitchens and were so enthralled by her risque position that you dropped everything (starting with your trousers) and had your way with her. Milly knew she should really be focusing on her work rather than fantasizing about the cute guy she just met, but—ooh la la—just the thought of another moment of amorous fun with you was driving her crazy. If you weren’t going to grace her with your masculine presence, surely it couldn’t hurt to indulge her fantasies for a little longer?
Milly gave her own round backside a longing squeeze while you, meanwhile, couldn’t help but overhear Milly’s lewd comments… As much as you were trying to focus on getting away, it was becoming even more difficult not to think about the wonderfully perky, giant boob in your face, as the unaware girl continued to breath heavily right above you. You quickly felt your penis stiffening further, pressing itself into Milly’s skin as if with a mind of its own.
Meanwhile, Milly was humming breathily to herself, “Next, a pinch of… my soft, aching nipple~...” Milly hardly managed to get the last words past a soft moan, before she satisfied herself by taking two fingers and sensually pinching her chest. You barely managed to cry MMFF!? as you were squashed between Milly’s thumb and pink nipple, then firmly kneaded back and forth into her doughy flesh. Despite the discomfort, you couldn’t deny that Milly’s boob was anything but perfectly smooth and soft, and you felt your cock twitch against her perky skin in agreement. Eventually realizing she was just getting distracted again, Milly sighed and leaned down, smooshing you into the countertop with a cute little wiggle as she relished the thought of what could have happened if Stacy had given her just a few more minutes with you.
Now resting plenty of weight on her chest, the busty French girl couldn’t help but impulsively rock to the sides, indulging herself by massaging her sensitive nipples against the hard table as she tried to concentrate on reading. Not once did it occur to her that she could also possibly be pulverizing a tiny man right beneath her squishy pink flesh, let alone the one she had earlier found so adorable.
When she finally found what she needed, Milly reluctantly slid to her feet, letting you choke for air now that you were no longer pancaked beneath her. She quickly measured the missing ingredients into the bowl and grabbed a whisk for stirring, except she paused when she felt something odd. It felt like her nipple was being rubbed, or poked. After Milly got over the twinge of pleasure she glanced curiously at her tremendous rack: she could hardly see since her breasts were practically jutting away from her chest like balloons, but she definitely felt something. Setting the mixing bowl down, Milly reached up and carefully traced a finger across her taut outfit, nibbling on her thick lower lip as she came closer and closer to whatever was pleasantly rubbing against her oh-so-sensitive nipple.
You could feel the silky vibrations of Milly’s finger approaching, and the last thing you wanted was to get pinched again. You took as big of a breath as you could (inhaling plenty of Milly’s sweet, intoxicating scent as you did) and screamed, “Milly! Help me!” Milly’s eyebrows rose at that, stopping her finger just before it had reached the tip of her breast. She hadn’t been expecting to hear a tiny voice call out to her, but it sounded somehow familiar... Had she really heard that, or was her mind playing tricks on her?
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May 31, 2023
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