A Model Career
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 24
by
Bobob1
Rachel wasn’t a cruel person, not at all, but she was someone who tended to prioritise her own self-interest over those of others, at least where she could do so without causing any permanent harm, and had an unfortunate tendency to see people in terms of their monetary worth. So it was that, when she looked at you, see didn’t see a defenceless squirming teenager. She saw money signs.
Ordinarily the raven-haired woman would be loath to change anything about a shoot the day of, but this wasn’t a usual set of circumstances. An opportunity like this wasn’t likely to arise again, and that recent movie around a shrinking theme had been rather successful. Smirking, she loosed her grip, giving you a chance to respond as she set out her offer. “Ben, was it? Would you be interested in doing a bit of work for me? Nothing hard I promise, and you’ll be paid well for your services.”
“What kind of work?” Your first instinct had been to say no, but the offer of payment had gotten your attention. It wasn’t often that you had any money of your own after all. You could actually buy something for your girlfriend for once, or pay off your older sister to leave you alone.
Rachel had you and she knew it, putting on her most winning smile as she raised you to her face, hot breath washing over you. “Just some pictures with you and the girls, nothing dangerous, and I know you wouldn’t mind spending some time with them right?” She chuckled at your obvious blush. “I’ll pay you $100 an hour, whether I end up keeping the shots or not. Sound good?” Because even if she didn’t end up using the shots she was still going to keep them. For her own personal use.
Your nod was all the answer Rachel needed, and she cut off any attempt at setting further conditions by casually throwing you back towards Yakima, in full knowledge that the model wasn’t ready. Caught off guard, the Asian girl didn’t even get a chance to try and catch you before you plunged headfirst into her cleavage for the second time that day, vanishing from sight completely as the creamy flesh ate you up. The other girls, even Olivia, burst into laughter, while your housemate groaned and plunged her hand into her cleavage, fishing around for your squished body.
Probing fingers pressed you deep into the warm flesh of Yakima’s breasts as she tried to find your body, rubbing you against the beads of sweat already forming on the skin. The soft boobs were pliant enough that it was difficult for her to find you within the undulating flesh, but eventually her manicured nails snagged your leg and you were ripped from her cleavage into the light of day. Held up before her face you slowly reformed as the massive girl gave you a tired smile. “Sorry about that Ben. But hey, at least you’ve got a job. I’m looking forward to working with you.” Not waiting for a response, she dropped you into her palm and headed out to the studio proper.
Yakima smiled as her friends and colleagues tagged along, exchanging pleasant small talk and giggling at the little boy carried in her hands. She’d worked with Midori and Akari for a while so she trusted them to treat you well, and although she’d only met them recently Cori, Ruby and Kat seemed pleasant enough. She was worried about Olivia though, who spared you only a baleful glare before striding out ahead. “Be careful around her okay? She’s the star model for this magazine and she’s not happy at the prospect of having competition, either from us, or apparently from you.” She smirked, remembering her own less than stellar introduction to the Hispanic girl. “Personally I think she’s just stuck up. She’s too used to guys doing whatever she says thanks to those curves.”
Olivia, who Yakima was perfectly aware was still within earshot, just harrumphed and stalked off for some last minute touch-ups to her makeup, as the rest of the models dispersed to their designated positions on Rachel’s directions. The director approached the two of you last, glancing down at your position cupped in the buxom model’s hands before asking Yakima to…
Ordinarily the raven-haired woman would be loath to change anything about a shoot the day of, but this wasn’t a usual set of circumstances. An opportunity like this wasn’t likely to arise again, and that recent movie around a shrinking theme had been rather successful. Smirking, she loosed her grip, giving you a chance to respond as she set out her offer. “Ben, was it? Would you be interested in doing a bit of work for me? Nothing hard I promise, and you’ll be paid well for your services.”
“What kind of work?” Your first instinct had been to say no, but the offer of payment had gotten your attention. It wasn’t often that you had any money of your own after all. You could actually buy something for your girlfriend for once, or pay off your older sister to leave you alone.
Rachel had you and she knew it, putting on her most winning smile as she raised you to her face, hot breath washing over you. “Just some pictures with you and the girls, nothing dangerous, and I know you wouldn’t mind spending some time with them right?” She chuckled at your obvious blush. “I’ll pay you $100 an hour, whether I end up keeping the shots or not. Sound good?” Because even if she didn’t end up using the shots she was still going to keep them. For her own personal use.
Your nod was all the answer Rachel needed, and she cut off any attempt at setting further conditions by casually throwing you back towards Yakima, in full knowledge that the model wasn’t ready. Caught off guard, the Asian girl didn’t even get a chance to try and catch you before you plunged headfirst into her cleavage for the second time that day, vanishing from sight completely as the creamy flesh ate you up. The other girls, even Olivia, burst into laughter, while your housemate groaned and plunged her hand into her cleavage, fishing around for your squished body.
Probing fingers pressed you deep into the warm flesh of Yakima’s breasts as she tried to find your body, rubbing you against the beads of sweat already forming on the skin. The soft boobs were pliant enough that it was difficult for her to find you within the undulating flesh, but eventually her manicured nails snagged your leg and you were ripped from her cleavage into the light of day. Held up before her face you slowly reformed as the massive girl gave you a tired smile. “Sorry about that Ben. But hey, at least you’ve got a job. I’m looking forward to working with you.” Not waiting for a response, she dropped you into her palm and headed out to the studio proper.
Yakima smiled as her friends and colleagues tagged along, exchanging pleasant small talk and giggling at the little boy carried in her hands. She’d worked with Midori and Akari for a while so she trusted them to treat you well, and although she’d only met them recently Cori, Ruby and Kat seemed pleasant enough. She was worried about Olivia though, who spared you only a baleful glare before striding out ahead. “Be careful around her okay? She’s the star model for this magazine and she’s not happy at the prospect of having competition, either from us, or apparently from you.” She smirked, remembering her own less than stellar introduction to the Hispanic girl. “Personally I think she’s just stuck up. She’s too used to guys doing whatever she says thanks to those curves.”
Olivia, who Yakima was perfectly aware was still within earshot, just harrumphed and stalked off for some last minute touch-ups to her makeup, as the rest of the models dispersed to their designated positions on Rachel’s directions. The director approached the two of you last, glancing down at your position cupped in the buxom model’s hands before asking Yakima to…
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April 23, 2025
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