This choice: ...Lora! Let's do more shots with your feet and thighs." • Go Back...Chapter #5Action Shots in a Bad Spot by: bobob1   "How about Lora! Lets do more shots with your feet and thighs. I've been getting a lot of different requests for shots related to tiny men but it seems like people really want to see more of a tiny guy getting in the way of an athletic girl's workout in one way or another. I know this all seems a little odd but I assure you all it's worth it." The director laid out her plan while you sat in her hand, powerless to stop whatever was about to happen to you. You couldn't help but wonder how none of these women were curious as to where you came from or what you even were, all accepting the fact that you were just some sticker that miraculously appeared under their feet. You would have thought that your mom would have brought up the fact that she had an inch tall son to her coworkers before but you had no way of knowing. Perhaps she hasn't mentioned it, or maybe she told them before and they are all equally as forgetful and clueless as your mother could be. But regardless, you were in no position to ask questions at the moment, as the director carried you towards the fake beach set with Lora following suit.
The two women reached the artificial sand as the director laid you flat on a little pile of sand near the center of the area. Lora walked near you to strike a pose and begin the shoot. Even from your squashed position you couldn't help but ogle this beauty looming above you. The tanned redhead appeared to be significantly more toned than most women you had encountered in your life, yet while still maintaining a curvaceous and feminine figure. You didn't have much time to appreciate the giantess in front of you, however, as the photoshoot began.
"Okay, Lora, I'm gonna toss you this volleyball and I want you to bump it as if you were playing but also make sure you step right onto the little guy sticker as you do it." The director gave instructions clearly and Lora nodded in understanding. You gulped in fear, while it was more often than not the clumsiness of the women you interacted with that caused you pain, it seemed like Lora's coordination and athleticism were going to be your downfall this time. Without warning, the director tossed the ball in the air, Lora taking a step back and squatting slightly to ready herself to hit it. You saw the enormous sole of this model cast a shadow over you before slamming down unrepentantly. You felt yourself immediately squashed flat as paper once again, undoing whatever minuscule efforts your body had been making at reforming. Lora, meanwhile, perfectly hit the volleyball straight up into the air as the cameras took hundreds of photos in the span of only a few seconds. The photographer flashed a thumbs up to both women as she browsed through some of the photos she took, seeing that nearly every one of them was perfect. Of course, you couldn't tell a thing about what was happening in the real world as your entire existence consisted of crushing pressure, a slightly sweaty foot, and sand beneath you.
"Amazing work as usual, Lora, it almost looks like the sticker has fear in his eyes as he looks up at you about to step on him!" The director complimented Lora and she flashed her perfect smile, blushing slightly. The duo then continued to follow this trend, taking a number of other shots that involved her doing something impressively athletic, and you being helplessly crushed in the process. They snapped pictures of Lora diving onto you, pictures of you squashed to the volleyball as she hit it, and even pictures of you plastered like a sticker to her muscular thighs over the course of the next 15 minutes. You were in a living nightmare as these women unwittingly were subjecting you to pure torture. From what you could tell from their interactions it seemed like none of the models present would intentionally cause you any harm, but as it stood none of them had any reason to believe that you were actually a real human being. Sadly, you accepted your fate as the director then told Lora to peel you off her thigh and sit down on the prop chair nearby. She then continued to instruct her to use your tiny, squashed body to rub in between her toes like a tiny towel or something. This was the worst torture of all as you felt yourself get scraped mercilessly between her digits, feeling the sharp sand brush across your body as well as the slight dampness from her sweat. At this point you were cursing yourself for ever leaving Shannon's stool in the first place. After all, you had been squashed flat by your mom's butt a million times, and for the most part you knew what you were in for each time it happened. But this was an entirely new and terrifying situation. You felt yourself praying that your mom would come back from her break and somehow remember you, and almost on queue the doors to the room swung open.
"Shannon! Come join us!" Lora called out, still using you to floss in between each one of her toes. You felt a spark of hope as your current captor shouted your mom's name out, and managed to sneak a few glances at her approaching in between being plunged between Lora's toes. "We're shooting some shots with this little sticker prop we found on the ground, come join in! We want to see how the master does it!" Lora concluded, finally pulling you away from her toes and holding you up to your mom. Your body was badly smeared and covered in a mixture of sweat and sand, but you still managed to look up at the beautiful face of Shannon above you. She stared intently at your form, something in the back of her head trying to tell her that this little prop was more than it appeared to be. The question is, does Shannon recognize you and remember that she brought you to work today?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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