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[EARLY ACCESS] Shrunken on the Celsius - Chapter 21
🕑 Added 2024-06-08 11:37:32 +0000 UTCI considered continuing this one further, and I've decided to do so! I think it would be a shame not to let Yuna have a little more fun with you...
Yuna had decided it was her turn to have some fun. As she wandered through the corridors of the Celsius, her body was a constant, smothering presence around you. The tight, throbbing walls of her passage were hot and confining, each movement sending waves of pressure and heat through your tiny form.
She reveled in the sensation, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she skillfully concealed her secret from Rikku and Paine. There was no sugar-coating it now, she liked having control over you, jurisdiction over you, she enjoyed getting to use you like a little toy, a little pet.
The ship’s engines hummed in the background, a steady vibration that only added to the overwhelming environment you found yourself in. They laid beyond the pounding, oppressive heartbeat that pulsed through her body, vibrating the moist walls that were pinning you in place from either side, squeezing your shoulders, gripping you like you were trapped in a giant fist.
Every step Yuna took sent subtle ripples through her body, the muscles around you tensing and relaxing rhythmically. The heat was stifling, the air thick with the scent of her arousal and the faintest hint of her perfume. Each breath you took was labored, the walls pressing in on you from all sides, leaving no room to move. If you tried, you knew you were going to arouse her, excite her. That wouldn’t end well for you…
Throughout the day, Yuna’s interactions with the crew were laced with an underlying thrill. She would smile and chat with Rikku and Paine, her demeanor as sweet and cheerful as ever. But beneath that innocent facade was a woman enjoying a private, forbidden pleasure. She would subtly shift her hips or squeeze her thighs together, sending fresh waves of pressure through your tiny form, eliciting muffled gasps from within her.
From you.
When she sat down to review maps and strategies with the team, the pressure intensified. Her weight bore down on you, the tightness increasing as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Each movement was deliberate, a reminder of her control over you. Your struggles were futile, your tiny hands pushing against the slick, undulating walls that surrounded you, but Yuna’s body was an unyielding prison.
The day wore on, the ship’s activities continuing as usual. Yuna moved from task to task, her secret hidden expertly from the others. She would occasionally excuse herself to a quiet corner or a private room, allowing herself a moment to fully indulge in the sensation of having you trapped within her. She would close her eyes and lean against the wall, her breath hitching slightly as she felt your tiny form squirming inside her.
“You’re mine now,” she would whisper to herself, a sly smile playing on her lips. “I’m tired of sharing. It’s my turn to play with you. Don’t worry, I won’t let you die. I just want to…keep you in there for a while…”
The throbbing heat around you was relentless, the walls of her passage undulating in a slow, steady rhythm. Your senses were overwhelmed by the oppressive environment, your body slick with sweat and the moisture of her arousal. Every movement she made sent fresh waves of pressure and heat through you, leaving you breathless and disoriented.
Yuna’s dominance was absolute, her control over you total. She would tease you with brief moments of relief, only to tighten her muscles and squeeze you even tighter, reveling in the sensation of your helplessness. The day felt endless to you, each minute stretching into an eternity of smothering heat and pressure.
By the time evening arrived, Yuna’s playful mood had only intensified. She found herself a quiet spot on the observation deck, the stars visible through the large windows. She leaned back against the railing, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of your tiny form within her.
Slowly, deliberately, she reached down, her fingers searching for you within her depths.
The heat and pressure around you were relentless, the pulsating walls squeezing and undulating with every breath she took. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, and your tiny form was slick with sweat and her moisture. Each breath was a struggle, the oppressive heat making it feel like you were suffocating.
When her fingers found you, they wrapped around your tiny body with a firm but gentle grip. She began to pull you out slowly, the tight walls reluctantly releasing you inch by inch. The sudden rush of cooler air was a shock to your system, a stark contrast to the stifling heat you had been enduring.
As you emerged, gasping for breath, the first thing you felt was the cool night air on your skin. Your body was slick with her moisture, your muscles aching from the constant pressure and confinement. Every part of you felt tender and raw, the ordeal of being trapped inside her leaving you disoriented and exhausted. You must have looked like an absolute mess, you were sure.
For a brief moment, though, you were free, cradled in her palm as she held you up to her face. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of something darker. "Enjoying the fresh air?" she asked softly, her voice a sweet but teasing murmur.
“You’ve been such a good toy,” she murmured softly, her voice filled with a mixture of affection and dominance. “I could keep you like that forever, hidden away where no one else can have you.”
You barely had time to respond, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you tried to recover. Your tiny chest heaved with the effort, and you felt the cool breeze against your skin, a stark reminder of your brief freedom. Seeing Yuna act like this was something you almost couldn’t compute.
But before you could fully comprehend your situation, she began to lower you again.
"No time to rest, my little toy," she whispered, her voice dripping with playful dominance. "We're not done yet."
With deliberate slowness, she began to push you back inside her, the tight, throbbing walls welcoming you back into their hot, confining embrace. The oppressive heat closed in around you once more, the slick, undulating muscles squeezing you from all sides.
As you were plunged back into the overwhelming darkness, the brief moment of freedom you had experienced seemed like a distant memory. The throbbing walls resumed their relentless pressure, each movement she made sending fresh waves of heat and pressure through your tiny form.
Yuna leaned back against the railing, a satisfied smile on her lips as she felt you squirming inside her once more. The night sky stretched out above her, a canvas of stars twinkling in the darkness. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of having you trapped within her, knowing that she could keep you hidden away, her private, forbidden pleasure, for as long as she desired.
As the ship sailed through the night sky, Yuna continued to play her private game, her body a constant, smothering presence around you. The throbbing walls, the stifling heat, the relentless pressure—it was all about her own control and her own desire, with no consideration of how torturous it was for you.
The stars twinkled above. She smiled, knowing that she had found a new way to indulge in her secret pleasure, one that she had no intention of giving up anytime soon.
