At Olivia’s Mercy
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 27
by
Bobob1
The way these six girls were looking at you now you weren’t sure if they wanted to kiss you or eat you, and while you were still incredibly turned on you couldn’t help but shiver a bit in fear as well. Feeling your movement, Midori extended her thumb to stroke soothingly at your back, and it seemed the others took this as an open invitation to move in as well, Cori and Ruby in particular reaching forward with the obvious intent to administer to you themselves. A solid wall of boob flesh was closing in on you from all sides, and for a moment you thought you would be buried by it.
Your salvation came in the form of Rachel loudly clapping her hands, startling the hormonal girls into retreating and leaving you a chance to catch your breath in Midori’s palm. Or perhaps she had merely taken you from what could have been the greatest experience of your life. Right now you were still having a hard time deciding as hormones and survival instinct battled in your head. Whether she knew what was happening or not, the raven-haired woman didn’t even look at you as she gave out directions, asking each of the girl’s to get some water and relax. “Midori, please put Ben down. He’ll be participating in Olivia’s shots now.”
The manner in which she bit her lip was enough to tell you that the Asian girl was reluctant to let you go, the longing look she gave you as she slowly lowered you to the ground was just icing on the cake. Still, Rachel was the boss and Midori needed this job, so she left you behind as directed and headed off the set. The other girls departed with equal reluctance, each of them looking at you with various longing looks, ranging from affectionate in the case of Yakima to Cori’s downright possessive smirk. Just from that you knew you were going to be in for a hell of a time when this was all over.
While the others may have just been sad to lose their new boy toy, Yakima was genuinely concerned as she assumed her seat, worried that the arrogant and spiteful Olivia would be unkind to her little housemate and not-so-secret crush. Even if your relationship with her sister meant that she couldn’t have you in the way that she wanted, she at least wanted to keep you close while she could. Her concerns weren’t helped by the little smirk on Rachel’s face as she called the last model forward.
Meanwhile, left abandoned on the floor, you could only look up in fear as your potential playmates departed and the massive Hispanic girl began to approach, uncertain as to just what fate now awaited you. As much as you feared her, you would have been lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to Olivia. The way she sauntered across the set, curves in constant motion as her tanned flesh rippled and threatened to spill out from her tiny over-strained bikini, was utterly mesmerising, and not for the first time you wondered how a body like that was even possible. Her stern brown eyes stared straight ahead, not even sparing you a glance as she headed for the middle of the set, and it wasn’t until the shadow of her foot fell upon you that you realised the error you had made.
Without looking at you even once, Olivia stomped down on you without remorse, her full weight falling upon you as you were instantly flattened to her well-oiled sole. Your sweaty body, which had brought such entertainment to the other girls, now adhered itself to the sole, and as the model’s foot lifted you were taken with it, sailing through the air briefly only to be slammed back down as Olivia continued to advance unabated towards the middle of the set. The other models gasped loudly, but Rachel just chuckled, waving off their concerns with a casual smile. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. If he survived travelling all the way here on Yakima’s butt he can handle a few stomps.”
You would very much like to point out that there is a big difference between being accidentally sat on, and deliberately crushed, but there’s nothing you can do as Olivia finally reaches the middle of the set, standing still on top of you for a moment before eventually raising her foot and turning it over to look at the sole. There had been a small part of you that had hoped it had all been an accident, and that the eyes that looked at you would soften with apology and concern. But there would be no such salvation for you today, and those eyes held nothing but disdain as long manicured fingernails descended to peel you from the foot and dump you on the floor without comment, casually discarded like an everyday piece of detritus lifted from the floor.
Though there was no excess fat on her frame, Olivia’s tall height and abundant curves made her quite heavy overall, and you had to struggle to reform as you twitched on the floor. Knowing that you had to get on your feet quickly if you were to have any chance of surviving this encounter, you forced yourself back into a standing position, only to be cast in shadow once again as Olivia posed for a shot, her foot raised high above you. Acting on instinct, you screamed and raised your hands in defence, only to be confused as nothing happened. Then the camera snapped, capturing the moment on film, and the foot slammed down upon you, grinding you across the floor as the camera continued to snap away, forever immortalising your torment as the others looked on in shock.
It would seem that, whereas your shots with the other girls had focused more on emphasising the size difference and the occasional mock imminent crush, Olivia’s shoot was going to focus on actual scenes of her utterly dominating you with her body, fully emphasising the power of her form. A brief moment of relief as her foot lifted was followed by a hard stomp from her other sole, and that cycle quickly repeated itself over and over again as the photographer searched for the perfect shot. And it wasn’t just stomping either, you were picked up and squeezed within the crevice of the Hispanic girl’s toes for some shots, or crammed headfirst into the gaps between the toes for others.
For those few moments in which you were able to see the outside world, you took some small comfort in the shocked and worried expressions of the other models, but there was nothing they could do to save you as you were pounded over and over again by their more sadistic colleague. It didn’t help that the few times you were able to spy Rachel she just grinned at you, seemingly unconcerned with your pain as she directed her employee to continue with your torment.
If you were capable of crying out right now you would have begged them to stop this. Even if it meant going home with no money for all your hard work, you just wanted this torment to end. But Olivia’s attacks came too quickly for you to get any words out in-between, your perpetually flattened chest unable to draw in enough air to produce speech. Even when you were eventually peeled from the floor you were quickly transferred to a wooden stool, and your attempts at rapid panicked blinking did nothing to deter the truly colossal ass of your tormentress as it rose above you. The camera flashed once again, and the world fell as Olivia’s massive rear slammed down on you, instantly pulverising you into paste and grinding you to dust as it shifted around for the perfect shot.
High above, it was just another day for the beautiful model as she turned your life into hell. Truth be told, Olivia didn’t even feel any maliciousness towards you at this point. At first she’s been annoyed by your presence, especially after Rachel had offered you a job, but after watching the way the other girls had played with you, she had realised that you weren’t a threat. Rather, you weren’t even worth her consideration, and she was content to treat you as nothing more than a prop. Seeing you as nothing more than an object, she showed no remorse as she crushed you over and over again. Not just smearing you under her rear and trampling you beneath her feet, but also burying you within her cavernous cleavage and crushing her breasts around you, and even cramming you into her increasingly sweaty armpits as she perspired under the bright lights.
To you this was quickly becoming one of the worst experiences of your life. You were having flashbacks to all the times Julia had gone out of her way to torment you, but as you were smeared with sweat and stretched to your breaking point you knew that even your worst enemy had never been able to take it this far. Try as she might, Julia just didn’t have the experience that Olivia did with using her body as a weapon, and even her own impressive curves couldn’t compare to the model’s. You wanted to struggle, to scream, but for now at least, all you could do was try to endure.
While you endured this endless stream of torment, one round of squishing blurring seamlessly into the next, Rachel watched on, silently acknowledging to herself that she was enjoying this more than she should. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to torture you herself, as that she just really enjoyed watching you suffer like this. The raven-haired woman knew it was not becoming of a human being to take pleasure in such things, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that she was paying you for this, and that you’d agreed, if not specifically then at least in general, to this treatment. Maybe when it was over she’d give you some kind of bonus to help you… come to terms with things.
Nearly an hour later you found yourself headfirst in Olivia’s cleavage, your face being crushed flat as the Hispanic girl squeezed her massive breasts together, leaving your legs to kick feebly at the air while the model pouted playfully, and sexually, at the camera. You weren’t a person to her anymore, not a rival, you were just a toy, and if this shoot ended up being a success then she had every intention of using you again whether you wanted it to happen or not. Yet finally, as the camera snapped one last time, Rachel’s clear voice rang out, interrupting Olivia’s fun as she declared…
Your salvation came in the form of Rachel loudly clapping her hands, startling the hormonal girls into retreating and leaving you a chance to catch your breath in Midori’s palm. Or perhaps she had merely taken you from what could have been the greatest experience of your life. Right now you were still having a hard time deciding as hormones and survival instinct battled in your head. Whether she knew what was happening or not, the raven-haired woman didn’t even look at you as she gave out directions, asking each of the girl’s to get some water and relax. “Midori, please put Ben down. He’ll be participating in Olivia’s shots now.”
The manner in which she bit her lip was enough to tell you that the Asian girl was reluctant to let you go, the longing look she gave you as she slowly lowered you to the ground was just icing on the cake. Still, Rachel was the boss and Midori needed this job, so she left you behind as directed and headed off the set. The other girls departed with equal reluctance, each of them looking at you with various longing looks, ranging from affectionate in the case of Yakima to Cori’s downright possessive smirk. Just from that you knew you were going to be in for a hell of a time when this was all over.
While the others may have just been sad to lose their new boy toy, Yakima was genuinely concerned as she assumed her seat, worried that the arrogant and spiteful Olivia would be unkind to her little housemate and not-so-secret crush. Even if your relationship with her sister meant that she couldn’t have you in the way that she wanted, she at least wanted to keep you close while she could. Her concerns weren’t helped by the little smirk on Rachel’s face as she called the last model forward.
Meanwhile, left abandoned on the floor, you could only look up in fear as your potential playmates departed and the massive Hispanic girl began to approach, uncertain as to just what fate now awaited you. As much as you feared her, you would have been lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to Olivia. The way she sauntered across the set, curves in constant motion as her tanned flesh rippled and threatened to spill out from her tiny over-strained bikini, was utterly mesmerising, and not for the first time you wondered how a body like that was even possible. Her stern brown eyes stared straight ahead, not even sparing you a glance as she headed for the middle of the set, and it wasn’t until the shadow of her foot fell upon you that you realised the error you had made.
Without looking at you even once, Olivia stomped down on you without remorse, her full weight falling upon you as you were instantly flattened to her well-oiled sole. Your sweaty body, which had brought such entertainment to the other girls, now adhered itself to the sole, and as the model’s foot lifted you were taken with it, sailing through the air briefly only to be slammed back down as Olivia continued to advance unabated towards the middle of the set. The other models gasped loudly, but Rachel just chuckled, waving off their concerns with a casual smile. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. If he survived travelling all the way here on Yakima’s butt he can handle a few stomps.”
You would very much like to point out that there is a big difference between being accidentally sat on, and deliberately crushed, but there’s nothing you can do as Olivia finally reaches the middle of the set, standing still on top of you for a moment before eventually raising her foot and turning it over to look at the sole. There had been a small part of you that had hoped it had all been an accident, and that the eyes that looked at you would soften with apology and concern. But there would be no such salvation for you today, and those eyes held nothing but disdain as long manicured fingernails descended to peel you from the foot and dump you on the floor without comment, casually discarded like an everyday piece of detritus lifted from the floor.
Though there was no excess fat on her frame, Olivia’s tall height and abundant curves made her quite heavy overall, and you had to struggle to reform as you twitched on the floor. Knowing that you had to get on your feet quickly if you were to have any chance of surviving this encounter, you forced yourself back into a standing position, only to be cast in shadow once again as Olivia posed for a shot, her foot raised high above you. Acting on instinct, you screamed and raised your hands in defence, only to be confused as nothing happened. Then the camera snapped, capturing the moment on film, and the foot slammed down upon you, grinding you across the floor as the camera continued to snap away, forever immortalising your torment as the others looked on in shock.
It would seem that, whereas your shots with the other girls had focused more on emphasising the size difference and the occasional mock imminent crush, Olivia’s shoot was going to focus on actual scenes of her utterly dominating you with her body, fully emphasising the power of her form. A brief moment of relief as her foot lifted was followed by a hard stomp from her other sole, and that cycle quickly repeated itself over and over again as the photographer searched for the perfect shot. And it wasn’t just stomping either, you were picked up and squeezed within the crevice of the Hispanic girl’s toes for some shots, or crammed headfirst into the gaps between the toes for others.
For those few moments in which you were able to see the outside world, you took some small comfort in the shocked and worried expressions of the other models, but there was nothing they could do to save you as you were pounded over and over again by their more sadistic colleague. It didn’t help that the few times you were able to spy Rachel she just grinned at you, seemingly unconcerned with your pain as she directed her employee to continue with your torment.
If you were capable of crying out right now you would have begged them to stop this. Even if it meant going home with no money for all your hard work, you just wanted this torment to end. But Olivia’s attacks came too quickly for you to get any words out in-between, your perpetually flattened chest unable to draw in enough air to produce speech. Even when you were eventually peeled from the floor you were quickly transferred to a wooden stool, and your attempts at rapid panicked blinking did nothing to deter the truly colossal ass of your tormentress as it rose above you. The camera flashed once again, and the world fell as Olivia’s massive rear slammed down on you, instantly pulverising you into paste and grinding you to dust as it shifted around for the perfect shot.
High above, it was just another day for the beautiful model as she turned your life into hell. Truth be told, Olivia didn’t even feel any maliciousness towards you at this point. At first she’s been annoyed by your presence, especially after Rachel had offered you a job, but after watching the way the other girls had played with you, she had realised that you weren’t a threat. Rather, you weren’t even worth her consideration, and she was content to treat you as nothing more than a prop. Seeing you as nothing more than an object, she showed no remorse as she crushed you over and over again. Not just smearing you under her rear and trampling you beneath her feet, but also burying you within her cavernous cleavage and crushing her breasts around you, and even cramming you into her increasingly sweaty armpits as she perspired under the bright lights.
To you this was quickly becoming one of the worst experiences of your life. You were having flashbacks to all the times Julia had gone out of her way to torment you, but as you were smeared with sweat and stretched to your breaking point you knew that even your worst enemy had never been able to take it this far. Try as she might, Julia just didn’t have the experience that Olivia did with using her body as a weapon, and even her own impressive curves couldn’t compare to the model’s. You wanted to struggle, to scream, but for now at least, all you could do was try to endure.
While you endured this endless stream of torment, one round of squishing blurring seamlessly into the next, Rachel watched on, silently acknowledging to herself that she was enjoying this more than she should. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to torture you herself, as that she just really enjoyed watching you suffer like this. The raven-haired woman knew it was not becoming of a human being to take pleasure in such things, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that she was paying you for this, and that you’d agreed, if not specifically then at least in general, to this treatment. Maybe when it was over she’d give you some kind of bonus to help you… come to terms with things.
Nearly an hour later you found yourself headfirst in Olivia’s cleavage, your face being crushed flat as the Hispanic girl squeezed her massive breasts together, leaving your legs to kick feebly at the air while the model pouted playfully, and sexually, at the camera. You weren’t a person to her anymore, not a rival, you were just a toy, and if this shoot ended up being a success then she had every intention of using you again whether you wanted it to happen or not. Yet finally, as the camera snapped one last time, Rachel’s clear voice rang out, interrupting Olivia’s fun as she declared…
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April 23, 2025
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