This choice: "Please put on some of the women's line and demonstrate the sticky qualities!" • Go Back...Chapter #6Micro-flex Modeling For Two by: bobob1   “Avery, please put on some of the women’s line and demonstrate the sticky qualities.” Konomi explained, pointing to a box resting on a table behind your beautiful roommate.
Avery’s expression burst into blissful exuberance. “What? There’s a line for girls too! That’s totes super amazing!” Literally jumping up and down with excitement, you paled at the sight of her hefty chest bouncing in time with her joy. Shaking yourself out of staring, you watched Avery scamper away to the box to get changed. Turning your back on her, you decided that you could at least be a gentleman in some ways.
Konomi tapped her clipboard to get your attention. “Now, Hunter, you might’ve picked up that I mentioned certain ‘sticky qualities’. As this implies, these next set of photos are going to require you being squished or stretched.” She smiled at you, but it didn’t take a genius to see the money-making glint in her eyes. “Will that be a problem?”
You emphatically shook your head. “No ma’am! No problem here!” You put on a show of confidence, even though you weren’t entirely looking forward to what was coming. Still, if this was all a test by Konomi, you weren’t going to back down and fail. And, even if it wasn’t a test, the more money that Konomi made, the more you and Avery would rake in. Win-win situation all around, you figured.
Avery returned after a minute, and her new outfit was a far cry from the casual ensemble she’d worn to the studio. She was clad from her neck to her toes in a sleek, sporty bodysuit that clung so tightly to her curvy supermodel body it might as well have been her second skin. The bodysuit was black with hot pink stripes racing across it, and looked exceptionally comfortable and maneuverable. The rational part of your brain admired the design of the fabric…while the hormonal part of your brain couldn’t stop ogling every inch of Avery. Ironically, despite literally covering most of her skin, the bodysuit left little to the imagination in practice.
Your staring didn’t go unnoticed by Avery, who struck a dynamic pose and winked at you. “You like what ya see, don’tcha, Hunter? Hee hee! It is pretty sick, huh?”
You blushed and averted your eyes, too embarrassed to mumble an apology or excuse, which only further enriched Avery’s infectious giggles. Konomi was smiling too, but another look into her eyes told you that the gears in her head were spinning. What they were spinning about, only time would tell.
“Okay, you two.” Konomi clapped her hands. “Time to jump into it. These next few photos will involve most of our varying sets, but only for context and lighting purposes. The main point is to highlight how Micro-flex outfits stick and adhere to one another.” She eyed Avery carefully. “You’ll need to squish Hunter a bit, alright?”
Avery frowned just a little. “Oh. I will? On purpose?”
“Yes, but he’s okay with that. He already told me that it doesn’t bother him at all.” Konomi said, the lie sliding easily out of her lips.
You jerked your head over to her. “W-wait, I didn’t exactly say–”
“Oh, awesome! Okay then!” Avery exclaimed, her bright and cheery voice cutting off your attempt at clarification. Before you could try again, Konomi picked you up and carried you over to the fake gym set in the studio. A bit callously, she dropped you down onto the floor beside a treadmill, then sauntered over to adjust the camera. You picked yourself up off of the floor, once more amazed at how immaculate and clean your clothes were. Micro-flex was genuinely revolutionary.
Konomi steadied the camera, then motioned to Avery. “Alright, Avery. Simple shot first. Step on up and then…well…STEP onto Hunter.”
Apparently still a little apprehensive, Avery responded with a weak nod, biting her lip in an adorable fashion. Walking over to you, you were momentarily taken aback by just how humongous she was side-by-side with your bug-sized body. She was a gorgeous, heavenly goddess of a giantess, and standing down at her feet made you feel a mix of both awe and fear. You didn’t quite know why.
Well, maybe it was fear of the obvious, as, after sparing you a quick smile, Avery stepped down onto you, burying you under her left foot. Your body offered no resistance, flattening out into a paper-thin shape immediately. You were crushed out into a disc against Avery’s heel, and, sure enough, you felt your clothes stick to Avery’s bodysuit instantly. It was a strong adhesion too, not unlike glue, and when Avery lifted her foot a second later, you went with it.
Demonstrating her flexibility, Avery twisted her leg up and held her foot in front of her face, spotting the red-colored flat circle that was your body on her heel. Giggling, she lightly poked your body, squishing your face a bit more into her heel.
“Hee hee! One second of squishing, and you’re flat as can be, Hunter. Soooo cute!” Avery gushed.
From a business point of view, Konomi was pleased too, but hardly satisfied. “Excellent, Avery. Now, step on him again, but this time grind your heel along the ground. Really work him into your foot.”
Though an airheaded ditz most of the time, Avery wasn’t dumb, and she looked at Konomi with shock. “Wha? Wouldn’t that hurt the poor cutie?”
Konomi shook her head succinctly. “Not at all. I mentioned that Micro-flex reduces sensations of pain for tinies, remember? Hunter will be just fine.”
This was yet another lie, and you picked up on it right away. However, crushed flat, you had no way of shouting to Avery that Konomi was making things up, so your pink-haired partner simply blinked once to process what Konomi said, then grinned happily. “Oh, okay! That’s totes cool. He’s, like, invincible, huh? Wow!”
Airheaded Avery was back and in full force, and your current position left you powerless to defend yourself. You could just barely manage a wince in preparation for your next few seconds, as Avery just about slammed her foot back onto the ground. Convinced by Konomi’s words that you couldn’t feel a thing right now, Avery ground her heel against the floor with violent, reckless abandon, genuinely laughing at how loose she was letting herself be. Konomi watched with reserved fascination.
When Avery hoisted her foot back up thirty seconds later, you were more of a red stain spread across her entire heel than a simple circle, and were even more adhered to the fabric of her Micro-flex bodysuit than before. This pleased Konomi greatly, and the astute businesswoman eagerly snapped some shots.
“Okay, Avery...and Hunter. Excellent jobs so far.” Konomi glanced at her clipboard. “Micro-flex, along with testing their durability and sticky qualities, would really like us to take some publicity photos for their website that focus on tinies being squished and crushed in day-to-day settings.”
Avery frowned adorably at this direction, and let her foot fall back down, squishing you into the floor once more. “Really? That’s uber weird. Like, how does that make sense for a company that totes supports tinies.”
“It’s simple, Avery.” Konomi said gently, almost soothingly. “By taking fake candid photos, we can supply Micro-flex with data about how their product functions in real-life situations. On top of that, we can provide promotional materials that demonstrate how trapped or squashed tinies can be spotted and rescued, based on how they stick to other Micro-flex materials. Training tools, if you will.”
Avery had been bouncing on her feet during this entire explanation, repeatedly lifting her heels then digging them back down into the floor. Apparently, your current location had fled her vacant mind already. She finally stopped though, and clapped her hands together. “Ah, I gotcha! That’s so crazy awesome! I love helping out like this, and I’m sure Hunter does too!”
Konomi nodded. “Oh, he does. He told me while you were changing that he is good to go with these photo shoots for as many hours as we might need them. He said he’ll do anything for Starlight Studios!” A third lie was just as easy as the others. You didn’t hear a word, buried into the floor because of Avery’s heel, but if you had, you would’ve just been even more upset.
Blushing, Avery bit her lip again, and looked down at her foot, finally remembering where you were. “Sounds like something that little stud would say. OMG, he’s too much!”
“Now, can we continue?” Konomi walked back to the camera, and gestured towards the treadmill. Avery was more than happy to oblige her boss. In her mind, not only was this more fun than she’d had in weeks, but she was determined to not drag down the experience for Konomi and you. As far as she was concerned, you were taking to modeling like it was your calling in life, and Avery would do everything to be the best damn partner for you.
For the next twenty minutes, Avery and Konomi took photos around the gym, with you still stuck to Avery’s foot like you belonged there. Each new step further cemented you in place, the fabric of your clothes and your titanic roommates bodysuit meshing tightly, intertwining. It never stop hurting, and you silently begged for anything else but foot shots. Konomi had Avery posing on the treadmill, the bike, and the Stairmaster, each snapshot focusing on your crushed body and Avery’s impressively nonchalant and unaware attitude. These were all meant to be candid, after all.
When the shooting calmed down, it took Avery and Konomi together to peel you free from Avery’s foot, leaving you as an exhausted flat strip. Konomi scooped you up and held you tightly in her fist as she walked on to the next set, not enough to hurt but enough to keep you flat and unable to yell at her for the way she was tricking Avery into treating you. Powerless, your first day of hellish modeling continued…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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