(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
"I've actually got some work, sis," Cass began, her tone somewhat apologetic, though a grin soon sprouted. "But I'd love for Matt to come with!" Your aunt beamed with excitement.
The disappointed frown that had been about to bloom on your mother's face erupted into laughter. "Oh, Cass! That's a fantastic idea!" Lauren gushed.
Your eyes widened at your aunt's remark, and you opened your mouth to protest, only to find your lips still squished shut. The very last place you wanted to be was trapped at a modeling studio surrounded by hundreds of women, and especially Cass and her catastrophically unlucky streak around you. You started picking at your lips, eager to shut down this plan before your fate was decided for you.
However, a smirk marring her otherwise pretty features, Jenna merely stretched out her foot and pinned you under her toe, smushing your head into the carpet and keeping you from crying out. Your sister stifled a laugh as you flailed under her toe, your miniscule movements unnoticed by the other giantesses in the room.
Cass put a hand on her chest. "Matt and I so often miss spending time together, because of all those...accidents." Your aunt blushed with embarrassment. She was fully aware of how horribly you ended up around her, and couldn't place her finger on why. Obviously, an unaffected woman like her would never be able to truly understand the cruelty of fate towards tinies. On top of that, the second largest cause of your misfortune around Cass, her adorable niece Jenna, was still viewed as a perfect angel in Cass' eyes, and that was unlikely to ever change.
Lauren nodded empathetically. "Matt will be happy to go, sis!" Your mom spoke in your place. "Spend as much time with him as you need! He can be like your tiny little cheerleader while you're strutting your stuff!"
The two women laughed, and Jenna chose that time to slide her foot back from you, right at the movement where Cass' eyes trailed over onto your body. Smiling warmly, she leaned down and snatched you up from the floor, holding your squished body gently in her palm.
"I promise to be extra safe, Matt." She swore. "We'll have a great day, and maybe you can tag along on my other working days, huh?" Noticing you were flattened, and not deigning to consider why that might be, Cass simply assumed you'd be okay with her plan. Delicately folding you up (and thus preventing you from reforming your mouth and crying out), your aunt tucked you into her blouse pocket. Due to the abundant expanse of her hughmongus breasts, the pocket was a snug, tight fit. It was clear as she withdrew her hands that you wouldn't be going anywhere...or reforming anytime soon.
Standing back up, Cass snatched up her purse and slipped her shoes back on. "Well, I should be off. They want to put me to work right away."
Lauren grinned. "Have fun at Vivid Video, you two! Ooh! You think I'll be able to see the two of you starring in a commercial together?"
Cass chuckled. "I'm not sure Matt will have a part in the shoot, sis. But, I guess I'm not really sure about the details of the shoot, since they're being sorta secretive about it all. I guess we'll see what happens!"
With that, Cass strolled away as your mother and sister waved. Lauren was just excited to see her son and sister bonding (and for once not physical crushing bonding, though Lauren always found the frequency of those incidents funny). Jenna, on the other hand, was letting her imagination go wild with the possibilities of the 'fun' you and Cass would have at Vivid Video. At the end of the day, she knew it was a certainty that you wouldn't escape the day unscathed.
Meanwhile, your captor slid into Lauren's car (which Lauren had previously said she could borrow when needed), input the GPS directions to Vivid Video, and rushed off.
Annoyingly, Cass refused to take you out of your breast pocket prison. Technically, she was trying to act out of kindness, figuring that moving you only raised the chances of something going wrong. While the intent was sweet, the execution was less so. Every tiny pothole and bump in the road caused your aunt's chest to bounce and sway erratically, and for some reason she refused to turn the AC on and merely rolled down the windows. While the cool breeze kept her face refreshed, her boobs began to sweat quite noticeably, and it was only twenty minutes into the drive before you were rather doused in her sweat.
Finally, after over an hour, Cass pulled into the parking lot of Vivid Video. She was surprised to see it practically full to bursting with cars, a clear indicator of the popularity and output efficacy of the studio. Finding an empty spot, Cass skipped from her car to the front entrance, prodigious chest jiggling like crazy, causing her breasts to shake and pound against you. Thankfully, upon walking through the doors, Cass finally retrieved you, cupping you gently in one hand while she approached the reception desk.
Reforming, you gazed out upon the inside of Vivid Video's front lobby, taking in the sights...in more ways than one.
On a functional level, Vivid Video certainly looked the part of a popular, trendy, modern business. There were spacious seating arrangements in the lobby, and normal things like bathrooms and closets. There was both a sweets and treats café and a coffee shop. There were innumerable private studio rooms for photoshoots, and signs indicating larger sets and studios down various hallways. You saw a few changing rooms and dressing areas, and a door at the back seemed to lead out to steps down to the beach. There were stairs up to the second floor too, with seemingly even more studios and changing rooms up there.
And, of course, it was impossible to not take note of the people bustling around too. There were a startling number of trim, uniformed employees and production assistants busying themselves with various tasks, and a few formal-looking women that gave off a 'photoshoot director' vibe. More pressingly (and, for you, embarrassingly) were the absolutely deluge of drop-dead gorgeous women strutting about. Some where in flowing gowns, some were in form-fitting casual wear, and some were in bikinis and lingerie that was basically nothing but strings of fabric. All were outrageously curvaceous and beautiful, each practically on the same level as Cass herself.
Cass clearing her throat to address the receptionist shook you from your thoughts.
"Excuse me. My name is Cassandra Jacobs." Your aunt said, a touch nervously. "I was asked to take part in a shoot?"
The receptionist nodded happily. "Of course, ma'am. I'm a big fan." The younger girl grinned, then waved to someone who had just left the coffee shop with a steaming brew. "That's your director, over there. I'll flag her down!"
After a moment, the apparent director of the shoot caught the receptionist's eye, and strolled over.
The woman's shoulder-length black hair was tied into a ponytail, and a glistening pair of glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. With her tanned skin and noticeable curves (far short of the outlandish models all around the place, but still impressive) almost made her look like a model herself. She had a clipboard tucked under one arm, and was wearing a tight blouse and slacks.
The woman nodded curtly at Cass. "Cassandra Jacobs, right? The name's Stephanie Brigg, but everyone calls me 'Steph'." She shook your aunt's hand (thankfully not the one you were resting in). "I'll be the director for your shoot."
"I'm very much looking forward to it." Cass grinned, and then she completely caught you off guard by shoving the hand holding you into Steph's face. You finished reforming and meekly gave the black-haired woman a wave. "Also, this is my tiny nephew, Matt. He's here to help me out today!" Your aunt chuckled, remembering your mother's words about you being a cheerleader.
Steph's eyes narrowed. "He's here to help, huh? Interesting..." The woman adjusted her glasses, and then gave you a brief nod. "Pleasure to meet you, Matt."
You gave a feeble thumbs-up. "H-Happy to be here."
Steph looked at you for a moment longer, her gaze almost overpowering, like she was analyzing something about you. Then, she switched back to meeting your aunt's eyes.
"Well, since you're here now, Cass, we can begin." Steph smiled. "If you'll follow me, we can get ready for the shoot. Trust me, you'll love what I've got in store!"
Cass' beautiful grin widened. "The both of us can't wait!"
Question is...what does Steph have in store?
1) It's a group photoshoot down on the beach, meant to advertise a clothing company's new swimsuit line. Should be fairly simple...except for the bevy of equally curvaceous and most likely significantly less friendly and attentive women that you're bound to get caught up with.
2) It's a private, one-on-one photoshoot just with Cass. Except, now that you're here (and apparently willing to help), Steph starts to wonder how she might spice the shoot up to make a bit more money.
3) The shoot is something much different than expected...and much more dangerous.
4) It's a very...unique...video that Cass is going to film with your help. Plus a few dozen or so extras...
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