This choice: You slide off onto the floor, where a passing supermodel spots you. • Go Back...Chapter #4You slide off onto the floor, where a passing s... by: Hectic   You struggled valiantly against the grasp of your jiggly prison, knowing what your fate would be if you were not able to escape. You've been stuck to articles of Mckayla's clothing enough to know exactly how the process would go. She would inevitably wear you for hours and hours, until possibly noticing you, but even then her ditzy nature would likely lead her to forget about you once more and continue her unaware torture. You desperately wanted to avoid another of these situations so you focused what minimal strength you had into reforming. With each step of your giantess wife wobbling her ass tremendously this was no small feat, but little by little you felt your body peel off the fabric of her leggings. Just as Mckayla was about to reach her office, the last bit of your crushed body popped off! You fell to the ground, squishing yourself a bit more in the process but still in a mostly reformed state. You simply watched your gorgeous wife's buns rise and fall as they turned a corner and headed out of sight. Once she was gone you got back to reforming, and soon enough popped back into your normal, albeit 2 foot tall, human shape. At that moment you heard a feminine voice ring out behind you.
"What in the world" the woman behind you stated softly. You quickly turned around to face her, seeing a woman nearly as beautiful as your wife towering over you. She was a total bombshell with wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and appeared to be roughly 6 feet tall. While her curves were not quite as voluptuous as Mckayla's, they were still overwhelmingly prominent, especially because they were being covered by only a small bikini.
"Hey there, my name is Tom, I'm Mckayla's husband. Long story short she, well, accidentally brought me with her to work today." You wanted to explain yourself as quickly as possible in order to avoid any confusion of why you were there.
"Oh! You're Tom! Mckayla's always talking about you! I'm Emily. Your wife has told us so many funny stories about the two of you" the model concluded her response with a stifled giggle. You hoped that this woman had not enjoyed Mckayla's stories about squashing you too much, but from the first impression it seemed like she didn't have any evil intentions towards you. You were thankful to have been found by someone who appeared to be nice, but before you could continue the conversation you heard a set of footsteps approaching you from behind. Your instincts caused you to quickly swivel around and face the direction of what sounded like high heels clacking on the ground, and behind you came yet another beautiful woman. This woman, dressed in a more modest skirt and blouse, was also holding a camera. You pieced together the obvious and assumed that she was the photographer, but you also couldn't help to notice that she was herself yet another curvy woman. She took another step and slammed her heel down mere inches from you, making your heart race. She didn't look down and addressed your new model friend, saying,
"Hey Emily, who are you talkin to?" The photographer asked, still unaware of your presence. In response Emily just pointed down at the ground. The photographer bent over slightly to see beneath her sizable bust. Quickly she saw you and her eyes went wide, it seemed like gears were turning in her head as she looked at your for a few seconds without speaking. Just as you were about to break the awkward silence, she said,
"You're just what I've been looking for!" You were puzzled yet at the same time intrigued.
"What do you mean?" You cautiously asked, part of you fearing what she would say in response.
"You're Mckayla's tiny, squishy husband right?! I'm asking because we just got a request for a photoshoot that involved a tall woman" she said pointing to Emily, "and a tiny guy!" she said pointing at you. You were a bit annoyed at her use of the word tiny, but had to admit you were a bit intrigued.
"Huh, really? What type of stuff would I have to do? Nothing bad right?" you asked back.
"Oh uhhh... no! Definitely not! It will be nice and easy, and we'll pay you the same hourly wage as your wife for the duration!" The photographer's answer seemed a bit suspicious to you, but the idea of bringing home a little extra spending money didn't sound half bad. You mulled the decision over for a few seconds before finally responding,
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