(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Steph led your aunt straight past the changing rooms, explaining that some outfit changing might be necessary for different parts of the photoshoot, but that Cass could keep her current outfit for the moment. Instead, Steph led your aunt down a twisting series of hallways, before eventually reaching what seemed to be Vivid Video's largest indoor studio space in the building. Pushing open the doors, Steph and Cass walked inside.
From between Cass' fingers, you peered out at the studio around you, trying to take in the layout of the room and its occupants. It was a constant, almost instinctually act for affected people like yourself to always be aware of their surroundings.
The room was, fittingly, quite huge. Half of the wide, rectangular-shaped room was taken up by expensive looking cameras, microphones, lights, and props. Some curtains had been drawn in one corner to act as a make-shift changing area. The rest of the room was taken up by various sets. The studio was so large that three entire sets had been able to be realistically and convincingly constructed. There was a set designed to look like the kitchen, living room, and bedroom of a modern house, another set that looked like the exercise room of a local gym, and another set of a small above-ground backyard pool (that, to your shock, was actually filled with water and seemed fully useable).
Just like the Vivid Video lobby, there was a slew of people wandering around. Busy-looking set designers and production assistants scurried to-and-fro making the finishing touches on the equipment for the photoshoot to begin. There were also about nine other models scattered around, bringing the total to ten if you counted Cass. Like before, each of the women were easily on Cass' level of insurmountable curvaceous beauty, and their various flattering outfits, appearances, and ethnicities caused you to stare far longer than you should have as someone who has a loving, faithful girlfriend.
You were shaken from your thoughts by Cass loudly talking.
"Oh, look. Perfect!" She said, then quickly walked another few steps towards somewhere you couldn't see. The next thing you knew, her hand was tilting out from underneath you, and you were falling away from her. Your squished mouth silently cried out, but you only fell about a foot before landing inside of what appeared to be a cardboard box of some sort.
Cass stared down at you. "Bye, Matt! You can watch your auntie work her magic from here, okay?" She smiled brilliantly. "How crazy to find a little viewing area for tinies like you, huh? Guess the other models all brought their friends and family too!" Laughing, your aunt blew you a kiss and then wandered away, presumably to get further instructions from Steph or the other models.
After a moment, you reformed and manage to take in your surroundings. True to your first guess, you were inside a cardboard box which had it's lid removed. The sides of the box were still about eight inches tall, so any chance of you escaping on your own was slim to none. Also, as Cass had hinted at, there were eight other affected guys in the box with you, and one affected girl. Surprisingly, the majority were madly scrambling to try and escape the box, standing on each other's shoulders to gain height, but to no avail. One tiny was crying in the corner, and another was staring off into space.
Glancing further up, you noted a large scrawled sign above the box. The words 'ALL TINIES HERE' was written on the box, and an arrow pointing down towards you and your fellows. Clearly, Cass had seen the sign and assumed this box was some sort of tiny holding area. It didn't make much sense to you, because the walls were far too high to see over, but if the safest way to make it through the day was just to sit nicely in this box, then you'd take it...though it didn't explain the panic the other tinies were exhibiting.
A nearby tiny caught your eye by shaking his head sadly. "Your own aunt, huh?" The guy said with a pitying tone. "It was my sister for me, that sadist." He clenched his fist tightly. "Damn it all, this isn't what my life is for!"
You held up your hands in confusion. "Hold on, what are you talking about? Your sister's a model?"
"Yeah, and she crushed me right before I made it out of the house this morning. She's wanted me gone forever, I think, and now she's got her chance." He scowled. "Mom thinks that we're 'having bonding time together'...but I'm not sure I'll ever see her again, now."
You gaped. "What the hell are you talking about? Is something going on here?"
The guy barely seemed to hear you. He pointed to another tiny. "That dude was just snatched up from the ground while at the mall with his girlfriend. She glanced away for a second, and he was grabbed up." The tiny wrapped his arms around himself. "And now it's all over."
"What's over?" You loudly cried, only for your question to go unanswered as a dark shadow washed over the box, casting you all in darkness.
Whipping around, you found yourself staring up at two titanic faces. The first was a younger girl you didn't recognize, but the cruel glint in her eyes was certainly recognizable in Jenna's own, frequently. The other face was Steph, who had the terrifyingly analytical look on her face.
Steph pursed her lips. "These are all ten, then?"
The assistant beside her nodded. "Yep! About half of them were dropped off by our participating models or other staff. The other half I got myself." The girl grinned with malice. "And, before you ask, no one knows a thing. I'm getting really good at this!"
Steph smiled. "You are, Izzy. You might have a promotion soon." The black-haired woman adjusted her glasses. "And their papers?"
"All signed and stamped!" Izzy giggled. "Forged, obviously, but tiny signatures always look like scribbles anyway, so no one'll be able to tell anyway. For all anyone cares, these ten are happy and willing volunteers!"
Steph nodded. "Excellent. Perfect work, Izzy." The woman then spotted you, and she chuckled. "Ah, and even little Matt. Funny, I thought Cass was hesitant around this line of work. Perhaps we do have one truly willing volunteer? Hm."
The two women retreated from your sight, and you began to have a deep feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. Before you could stop to make sense of it, though, Izzy blew on a whistle, drawing all of the models and staff over to Steph.
Steph cleared her throat. "Thank you, everyone, for being professional, punctual, and prepared. Without further ado, let me brief you all on the particulars of what may be Vivid Video's largest and most important contract yet. For this photoshoot, and for the subsequent shoots over the next three months, we will be filming both print ads and video commercials for none other than the CTC!"
The gathered crowd erupted into cheers (save for Cass, who looked a bit taken aback), and the tines in the box alongside you cried out in a mix of anger and sorrow. You, meanwhile, were petrified.
Steph continued. "The CTC is prepping for a huge marketing push for their revolution of the tiny licensing policy. Normally, licenses can be a bit tricky, necessitating such things as consent from both parties, signatures, and statements of desired use. However, the CTC wants to rectify these issues by making the procurement of tiny licenses easier than ever before. They aim to, one day, make it possible for any woman to take any tiny, even one from off the street, into their nearest CTC department and get a usage license for the little one. After all, a tiny's most useful place is in service of us 'unaffected', right?"
Once again, the models and staff laughed, with Cass only politely chuckling but beginning to feel out of her depth.
Steph grinned. "So, Vivid Video has been hired to create advertisements focusing around highlighting and showcasing the benefits of licensed tinies and how they can be used. Clothing, intimate toys, special forms, you name it! We want women around the country, and maybe even the world, to embrace the possibilities of licensing tinies and owning a usage license tiny. With our help, the CTC wants to improve the world for everyone!"
Steph gestured to the box you and the other tinies were trapped in. "To that end, we've asked for ten tiny volunteers for this photoshoot, and ten willing participants eagerly stepped up! Trust me, ladies, these ten are jumping for joy at the chance to be used by you gorgeous gals, so don't hold back. Give 'em what they want!" Steph basked in the cheers of the models. "Ladies, grab a tiny, and let's begin!"
A stampede of rushing feet signaled the models heading towards your box, and you and the other trapped tinies screamed out in panic, your cries falling on the deaf ears of the excited and eager women.
What happens next?
1) Though apprehensive, Cass elects to take part in the shoot. Wanting to still keep you safe, she makes sure to choose you as her 'volunteer' for what is sure to be a long, embarrassing, humiliating day.
2) Though apprehensive, Cass elects to take part in the shoot. However, in her haste, she grabs a random tiny and not you. She realizes her mistake soon, but not soon enough to stop another eager woman from grabbing you up. Cass makes a mental note to rescue you at the end of the day, but for now, you're at this new woman's (presumably very little) mercy.
3) Cass doesn't want to cause tinies harm, so she actually decides to drop the project and head home. However, in the heat of the moment, she completely forgets about you! Left alone with no one to protect you, are you fated to spend the next three months as a living prop to the models and staff at Vivid Video?
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