(Chapter originally written by worstfailure)
A million different thoughts raced through Cass's mind at the news of the CTC sponsoring her shoot with Vivid Videos. First was the instinctive offense that often came with job offers from the CTC. She'd declined them all in the past and would've walked out on this one in a heartbeat... if she hadn't turned down all of the other modeling gigs she'd been offered for the summer. Such was the power of Vivid Video's fame and influence that she could go three months without income, knowing she'd be set for life if she put in a summer's worth of work on this lone shoot. Her ethics demanded she leave but... could she really afford to walk away from this opportunity? And she'd been so looking forward to spending the summer with Lauren, Jenna and Matt--MATT!
Unfortunately, while thoughts had raced through Cass's mind, the other models had already raced to the box of tinies. It was only now that your aunt started running towards where you being held, horrified she may already be too late!
You and your fellow affected were scurrying around like rabbits as unaffected women's hands came swooping out of the air like hungry hawks to pluck you up. It was chaos! And, unfortunately, it was every affected for themself. The first one to be claimed was the sole affected woman, who was spotted by the first model to arrive, a curvaceous olive-skinned brunette woman.
"See, baby?" she said as she reached down. "I said we'd be together forever."
"KARA, PLEASE! I'M SORRY FOR--"
Whatever she was apologizing for, you didn't hear, as the affected woman was picked up and carried off. With the olive-skinned woman departing, other models rushed in to fill her space. As you did your best to avoid capture, dodging quick fingers, you caught glimpses of your fellow affected being taken. Each one cried or begged for mercy, only for their pleas to be drowned out by the giggling women claiming them. You made out other scant strings of words, like little plays from stories you would never know.
"Come to mama, honey!"
"I'M YOUR SON! YOU CAN'T--"
But the unknown woman could and did, since she grabbed him and left.
Next you saw a tiny man fall to his knees, begging.
"Please, my girlfriend--"
"I'll make you forget all about her," another woman cooed, scooping him up.
You couldn't believe this was happening. It was like something out of a nightmare! You kept screaming out Cass's name, hoping for her to find and rescue you, but you knew your voice was just being drowned out by the screams of your fellow affected and the laughter of the remaining women. You tried to look up for her but amidst the countless faces and reaching hands, you couldn't find her!
Instead, you locked eyes with an incredibly beautiful and curvaceous Indian woman. Her black hair fell down in ringlets past her shoulders. She was your mother's age, and had your mother's figure, her soft, outrageous curves shown off by a tight, low-cut red and gold dress. The thicc mature woman smiled as she had you in her sights.
"Oh, yes, you'll do nicely," she purred.
She tried to reach for you but another woman nudged her out of the way. You didn't see the woman's face, but you knew hesitation here meant death! You dove to the side, out of the way. Unfortunately, as you were in midair, you realized two things. First, was that there had been a man behind you and as a result of your dodge he'd been claimed by the mystery woman instead. Second, was that as he was lifted up out of the box, you recognized the mystery woman was your Aunt Cass! For the second time today, a jump to presumed safety had ended up dooming you.
Cass had been relieved when she spotted you among the unclaimed tinies, but was still horrified at your position, especially when she saw one of the models reaching for you. Apologizing even as she caused the dark-skinned woman to stumble, Cass reached for the spot where you were, her view blocked by the other woman's back. But she let out a sigh of relief as she recognized what she'd grasped between two fingers was a tiny male body. Walking away from the box quickly, Cass smiled as she brought the tiny up to her face--and paled when she realized the tiny in her hand wasn't her nephew! She'd been a little too forceful so the tiny was slightly squished, but even with his features smeared, he plainly wasn't you! She turned back to the box but by then all hell had broken loose.
Meanwhile...
A split second after you realized you'd literally leapt away from the hand of salvation, you were in even more surprise as you ended up crashing into and then bouncing off of the hand of another model. The woman was older than you, in her mid-20s, with strawberry blonde hair styled in a braid. Even concealed by a modest blue dress, you could tell the woman's figure was curvaceous but strongly built, reminding you of a silver-haired lifeguard Mari worked with at the Oasis. When she felt your body impact against the side of her hand, her bright blue eyes shifted from the tiny she'd been preparing to settle for and alighted on you instead. Her freckled face broke out into a wide smile.
"Ain't you just the sweetest thing? You volunteerin' for me, lil fella?"
The Southern giantess course corrected, her hand eager to snatch you up. Lying on your back, unable to scramble away, you curled up into the fetal position and tried to hide your head under your arm as if that could possibly save you.
You felt two fingers latch onto your feet--at the exact same time that you felt two fingers latch onto your wrists! You realized you were being lifted out of the box, but also that you were being pulled in two directions! You screamed as your torso was stretched out! Looking around helplessly, you saw the Indian woman who'd been eying you earlier had you by the arms, and the Southern woman whose hand you'd crashed into had you by the legs.
"What do you think you're doing?" the Indian woman asked.
"I'm takin' this lil fella, is what I'm doin'. Let go!"
"You let go! I saw him first!"
"So what? He jumped into my hand!"
"No he wasn't, he was dodging someone else!"
"SAYS YOU!"
"LET GO!"
Neither woman let go, instead each doubled her own efforts to claim you. Your body had been stretched out so much that each woman was able to grab a hold of you in two fistfuls each and what ensued was a tug of war as each woman tried to yank you free of the other's grasp. All around the box, the remaining models seized their chance to claim their tinies and were now watching in fascination as their two peers fought over you. You, meanwhile, had been stretched so thin that you could no longer scream. Not that it had been doing you any good anyway. Steph marched towards the group of models and shouted at them in a commanding voice.
"PRIYA! SALLY! STOP FIGHTING THIS INSTANT!"
But neither woman relinquished their hold of you despite the director's orders. Each kept pulling on you until either you reached your limit and were torn in half, or until one ended up claiming you for themselves. Cass, who'd been watching in open-mouthed shock, prayed the tiny being fought over wasn't you, otherwise getting you back at the end of the day like she planned would be tougher than she thought.
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