This choice: Nope! Shannon begins using you just as the other models were going to • Go Back...Chapter #6Shannon Joins the "Fun" by: bobob1   Shannon’s intense stare melted away and she smiled happily. “Oh gosh! That’s so funny! I’d love to join you guys.”
Lora returned your mother’s smile, while your own eyes went wide with horror. You attempted to thrash and wiggle, mentally screaming for your one savior to notice you, but it was useless. You didn’t realize how smeared and dirty your sweat-caked body was, nor how hard it was to notice your human features anymore.
Of course, the director noticed the grime from Lora’s feet and thighs accumulating on your body, and only smiled further. She could already smell the money pouring in from her admittedly pervy clients who would be over the moon to get such beautiful shots as these. She had no intention of cleaning you off, further preventing any chance of your airheaded mother recognizing you.
Lora folded her palm back around you, absentmindedly playing with you between her fingers as she glanced at the director. “So…what sort of shots are we doing next? I’m having a lot of fun with this.” She flashed a winning smile, which the director returned.
Right before the director responded, she noticed how the “little sticker” prop was getting squished and elongated between Lora’s careless fingers. The director raised her eyebrow as the sticker was soon more similar in shape to a small, lumpy rectangle (an act of violent kneading that caused no shortage of pain for your poor body). The director’s eyes began to light up.
“Hey Lora…” She began. “Is that weird sticker…squishy and stretchy?”
Lora paused her unconscious playing, and gripped your head in one hand and feet in the other. She pulled on you with mild force, but was still easily able to stretch your body out to a much longer shape. She laughed, a beautiful sound, but a sound that caused your blood to run cold at its horrible implications.
Shannon giggled as she watched Lora toy with her son. “Wow! What kind of material is that sticker made of? It looks so cool!” She gushed, her ditzy mind somehow utterly failing to connect the dots to her own flesh and blood who looked and behaved exactly like the “sticker” she now saw before her.
The director clicked her tongue. “Oh. Yeah. This is giving me great money-making ideas. Lora, Shannon. Grab a part of the sticker…thing…and pull. Stretch it out between you two, but keep the little guy’s face visible to the camera. Let’s go a bit more extreme with the domination angle.”
Both super models nodded in agreement and smiled, gripping your body as ordered. They pulled your stretchy body taut between the two of them, pulling you out several feet. Your squishy form groaned and cried out for relief, but your mother and Lora merely struck a sexy pose and smiled for the camera. The camerawoman and director took several shots, and then it was time to change poses.
If you thought your torment before your mother’s arrival had been bad, this was a whole other ordeal. The director soon had Lora and Shannon using your body as a mat to wipe their feet on, shaping you into a Frisbee and tossing you back and forth, and wiping their curvaceous bodies down with your battered self like you were a towel. You couldn’t help but blush awkwardly as the two bodacious women rubbed you along their sensitive areas in provocative poses, but the director ate it up, and both Lora and Shannon were having a blast. Even Aisha and Selena were having fun watching.
The photoshoot drew to a close, and Lora finished clenching her toes into your squishy flesh for one last shot. Shannon breathed a heavy sigh of relief and walked away, but Lora stayed right by your side. She smiled brilliantly down at you in such a casual way that you felt shivers go down your spine. This kind, fun woman would never have hurt you under normal circumstances, but currently had simply no reason to believe you weren’t just some fun prop.
As you reformed back to your normal size, Lora scooped you up into her palm and headed over to the director, the redhead’s tight grasp keeping you flattened. Shannon, meanwhile, had gathered up her belongings.
The director smiled sheepishly. “Sorry Aisha and Selena. I went a bit overboard with Lora and Shannon’s sessions. I promise you two will get your time with the little sticker guy. After all, I still need a lot of butt and breast shots.”
Lora dropped you into the director’s hand. “Here’s the sticker thing. I had a lot of fun with this photoshoot today.”
“So did I!” Shannon exclaimed. “But, my family’s probably waiting at home for dinner. I’ll see you girls next time!” Without further delay, Shannon rushed off, and you could only meekly watch your only hope saunter out of the studio, all thoughts of you gone from her mind.
The director glanced down at you, and then back at Lora. She also spotted a small box of props sitting on an empty table near the back of the studio. Aisha and Selena started to head out in the meantime each looking forward to getting their own personalized photo session with the squishy new prop.
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