Immediately knowing, deep down, that this was going to be a terrible idea, you decided to climb down the stool your mother had placed you on for safekeeping and trek across the floor to where the three other unbelievably gorgeous supermodels were gathered. You weren’t yet sure if you were going to introduce yourself to them or spy on them (as horrible as that second thought was), but the first step was descending the stool.
You contemplated flipping over the seat to grab the wooden leg underneath, when the whole stool suddenly began to shake violently, and you were thrust from your position of safety. Pinwheeling uncontrollably, you fell through the air and smacked down onto the ground, flattening out in a painful impact.
Groaning, you peeled your head up just in time to see the camerawoman, who had bumped you off the stool unknowingly, hastily rushing over to the beach-like set, camera in hand. The poor woman was probably overworked, and was panicking about being late. You knew how she felt, and couldn’t quite blame her for causing your tumble. At least you were on the ground now.
Dusting yourself off, you walked across the studio floor to where the three other models were still smiling and chatting happily. As they grew closer, more of their appearance began to take shape, and you began to rummage through your brain to come up with their names, as your mom had certainly shown you pictures of them before in her fashion magazines.
Sitting on one of the stools was Aisha, a Japanese beauty whose renown in her home country brought her various opportunities for work across the world. She had dark black hair flowing down her back and a luxurious purple bikini. There was an air of subdued mystery to her appearance.
Leaning against the wall was a fiery redhead you seemed to recall was named Lora. Her shiny teeth gleamed from her award-winning, energetic smile. Her skin was enticingly tanned, and her flesh was lean and firm. It was clear that she appealed to the athletic crowd. Her blood red bikini perfectly matched her hair.
Lastly, a girl with long chocolate brown hair was shifting from one foot to the other, nervously twirling a strand of her silky-smooth hair. You didn’t recognize her at all, but remembered hearing your mom mention a new model had just joined, and that her name was Selena. Her stance made it obvious enough that she had some serious butterflies in her stomach. Her bikini was bright pink.
All three girls were wearing incredibly revealing two-piece bikinis, but each swimsuit was slightly different. Aisha’s bikini had a partially see-through veil that draped down between her top and bottom piece. Lora’s bikini was streamlined and sleek, built for support during sports. Selena’s bikini was frilly and almost childlike, matching perfectly with the innocent expression on her face. The three models were also all barefoot.
“Shannon looks gorgeous, as always!” Lora smiled, admiring your mother strike various sensual poses up on the set. Every word she spoke was enunciated with such passion.
“She is a creature of beauty. I envy her.” Aisha nodded knowingly, speaking with a fittingly quiet but knowledgeable tone of voice.
“Gosh…you two are being modest.” Selena kicked the ground listlessly. Her voice was trembly. “You’re both so pretty…you’re all super talented.”
“Hey!” Lora frowned with compassion. “Don’t talk like that! You’re as well-suited for this job as the rest of us!” Lora gestured to Selena’s hourglass figure. The girl, despite her shyness, was blessed by the heavens with an unnaturally curvy body. In fact, all three models were nearly as curvaceous as your mother, something you hardly thought possible.
By this time, you had neared the group, and were standing between them and the set. This happened to be a terrible spot (something you instantly found out) as the director yelled Lora’s name. Not missing a beat, the athletic redhead pushed off the wall and walked over to the set, not even hearing the tiny squelch beneath her foot as the squashed you flat under the heel of her left foot.
Your body hadn’t even triggered a fight-or-flight response upon seeing Lora cross towards you so quickly. You merely gaped at her gorgeous form and then duly accepted your punishment as her toned foot effortlessly squashed you flat. Not wholly unsurprising, your squishy body stuck to her as she kept walking to the set, further sticking to her foot with each uncaring stomp.
Reaching the director and your mother, Lora took her place beside Shannon, the two professional models posing for a shot making it look like they were running across the sandy beach. Lora lifted her left leg to simulate a running position, presenting your squashed body for all the world to see, though at first, not a single one of the women glanced in your direction.
The camerawoman snapped a few shots, and then flashed a thumbs up. Lora let her foot fall back down, crushing you once more and hiding you from view. She gave your mom a friendly smile, and then Shannon strolled away to the break room, her session finished for now. She passed right by her stool on the way out, your presence having slipped her mind completely. She already forgot she had even brought you with her.
Lora was about to walk away too when the director raised her hand. “One moment, please.”
“What’s up?” Lora casually asked, having known the director for years. She put her hands on her hips in a relaxed manner.
“Show me that little shape on the bottom of your foot.” The director motioned. Lora frowned in confusion, but lifted her foot obligingly. Her brow furrowed upon spotting you plastered to her heel, and it only took a quick scratch to peel you free from her sweaty, slightly dirty skin.
“A little sticker? Weird. I hope it didn’t ruin the take. I’ll go throw it away.” Lora suggested, but the director held up her hand. She called over Aisha and Selena, and soon four towering giantesses were gathered around you, while you lay flat in the director’s palm.
“This is just what I’ve wanted.” The director smiled, her eyes flashing mischievously. “Several clients are offering absurd amounts of money for what can only be described as fetish pictures. Nothing crazy…just a bit of crushing, stomping, sitting, and general humiliation. With this little sticker shaped like a man as our prop.”
Aisha nodded knowingly. “You want us to use various parts of our body to dominate this little sticker. Correct?”
“Yeah…” The director smirked. “And our beach theme works perfectly. You’re already wearing skimpy, beautiful swimsuits. Sticking this little thing to your skin should work perfectly, as Lora just eloquently demonstrated.”
As she talked, the director began rubbing your body up and down with her thumb, the constant pressure keeping your flat and unable to reform back to normal. This was terrible, because the situation was quickly spiraling out of control, and your predicament was growing worse by the second.
“This sounds cool.” Lora grinned. “I’m down.” Aisha also nodded. Selena bit her lip in an outrageously cute way, and nodded too.
“Alright.” The director moved to stand in front of her three models. “Might as well begin now. The sooner we finish, the sooner you all will receive incredibly substantial paychecks. Perhaps Shannon will join the fun too, when she gets back from her break. This seems like a photo shoot she might enjoy.
“Regardless…what should we start with? Hmm. How about…”
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