Olivia on break
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
"Alright, Olivia. That'll be enough for now. I think these shots are really going to go well."
Olivia took her boss's words as her cue to leave. Before Rachel had even finished her sentence telling Olivia she could take a break and relax out back, Olivia had already stridden out the door. A few of the other models frowned at Olivia's attitude, but nobody spoke up. Other than Yakima who was new to their agency, they all knew Olivia well enough not to bother her.
"Alright, ladies! For our next shoot, I want to use Ben to... oh shoot. He's not here, is he? Olivia must've taken him with her." Rachel grumbled. She'd been planning to continue using Ben for some absolutely killer photos, but oh well. She wasn't going to bug Olivia about it. Between the group shots and Olivia's own singles with Ben she'd gotten more than enough material from him.
"Eh, might as well let him have his breaktime to."
None of the models were happy that their boy toy was currently inaccessible, especially Yakima. She would've protested Ben's departure at Olivia's hands, but Midori laid a hand on her friend's shoulder to calm her down.
"Don't worry about your cute little friend, Yaki! You can get him back from Olivia when we're done with our remaining shoots. And... she probably won't hurt him. She can be... well, she is kind of a bitch, but I don't think she'd do anything to hurt him." Midori whispered into her slightly taller friend's ear.
Yakima sighed. She hoped that was the case, but she couldn't help herself. Leaving poor Ben at Olivia's mercy with no one to reign Olivia in just sent shivers down her spine.
But before she could voice her concerns, the next photoshoot began, and Yakima lost her chance to speak up.
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The sun was shining, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the birds were chirping! Not that Olivia paid much attention to any of that. Nope, her thoughts were on the tiny little man... no, the tiny little boy clutched tightly in one closed hand. Marching over to one of many lawn chairs next to the outdoor pool at the agency's building, Olivia dropped onto the chair ass first.
Unfurling her first, Olivia watched in silence with a pensive frown on her face as the tiny boy's form slowly unsquished itself, before with a silent *pop* he snapped back to his normal dimensions. Well. That really was fascinating.
"So... uh... what now? Shouldn't you take me back inside? I don't want to leave Yakima-"
"Be quiet." Olivia's stern, no-nonsense voice cut you off. Great. You had hoped you hadn't met another Julia. Welp, best case was to shut your mouth and follow Olivia's orders at the moment. You could only hope that she returned you to Yakima at the end of her workday so that you could go home safely.
"I'm on break, which means that this is my time. You do not tell me what to do, and as far as I'm concerned you barely qualify as a person. Whenever we're both at this agency, your primary purpose is being a prop to help me look good. If you succeed enough at this, I might start calling you by your name. But until then, you're nothing more than a tool to help me boost my status."
Gulp.
Well, you were officially scared of Olivia. She was different from Julia- and at the moment he didn't know if that was better or worse. Julia knew you were a person and acknowledged it- to her that made her torment of you so much more enjoyable for the sadistic girl. Olivia on the other hand was much more apathetic to you. The towering, super-stacked model had said it herself- right now you were more of an object to her than a sentient, living being.
On the other hand, Olivia had indicated that she would warm up to him (or at least not treat him like dirt) if he succeeded in upholding her status as the empress of the agency. You didn't think of yourself as a suck up, but when you were faced with situations like this you knew it was better to sacrifice pride in favor of survival.
Not wanting to anger Olivia, who at the moment seemed content to recline on her chair like a queen waiting to be served by her subjects, you sat down in her hand trying not to make eye contact with her.
The chairs scattered around the side of the pool had high, adjustable backrests, allowing whoever was on them to sit, lie down flat, or recline at just about any angle depending on how the backrest was set. Olivia currently had the backrest up just enough that she was still sitting upright rather than lying on her back. This was a comfortable sitting position for her and left her reclining back in the seat while giving her a clear view of the rest of the pool.
In your quest not to make eye contact with her, you couldn't help but notice that Olivia's titanic, gravity-defying breasts suspended by her tiny bikini top created a colossal shelf of flesh jutting out from her chest. You would've thought her breasts would sag more given the angle of her body, but they were evidently firm enough that they barely sagged despite their immense size and weight. Clearly it was all her, that tiny bikini couldn't have offered any real support.
The world suddenly began to shift as Olivia slowly lifted her hands. You saw that she was wearing earbuds and had dark sunglasses on that prevented you from seeing her eyes. In her other hand was her phone (though you had no idea where she'd retrieved it from.
"Alright, boy. I'm going to leave you alone while I relax. Use your time wisely and don't disturb me, or you'll regret it." Olivia didn't have to raise her voice for that threat- you could feel the certainty in her words. You would suffer if you bothered her while she was on break.
Before you could ask what she was going to do with you, Olivia tilted her hand containing you and dropped you onto her mountainous bosom.
Olivia's breasts, while firm enough to not sag despite their titanic size, were still soft and pliant enough that you bounced several times on impact before coming to a stop.
Wow. You'd been ogling the 'shelf' earlier, but now you were seated on it. Olivia had her lawn chair as her seat, and you had Olivia's gigantic rack as your seat. For a moment you considered crawling over Olivia's breasts and dropping off the chair, but something told you that she was testing you. And she probably wouldn't like the feeling of you crawling over her body.
Nope, the best thing to do was remain in place. It was the safest thing to do.
The fact that your brain was reminding you that you were currently seated on the absolutely biggest pair of breasts you'd ever seen- bar none- was only a minor factor. Really.
The flesh barely squished at all underneath you, you weighed so little that you didn't even indent the soft, doughy flesh. It was nice and warm, and the softness of the smooth skin felt great to the touch.
Just about the only thing you could think of doing was curling up and taking a nap. Shifting slightly in place, you laid down on your back staring up at the sky, with the heavenly sensation of Olivia's colossal breasts pillowing your entire body.
You were in fact feeling pretty drained from the experience with the models earlier (especially Olivia), so restoring some energy now seemed like a good call.
You could hear the faint beat of music from Olivia's earbuds but couldn't make out what she was listening to. Well, lying down on her enormous boob hadn't bothered her, so taking a nap on said breast probably wouldn't either.
Rolling onto your side and closing your eyes, sleep came to you quickly.
What happens next?
1. Olivia wakes you up in hour or so later. She wants to make a deal with you...
2. You are jolted awake some time later as two impossibly gigantic boulders smush you flat. Olivia slipped your sleeping form between her breasts
Olivia took her boss's words as her cue to leave. Before Rachel had even finished her sentence telling Olivia she could take a break and relax out back, Olivia had already stridden out the door. A few of the other models frowned at Olivia's attitude, but nobody spoke up. Other than Yakima who was new to their agency, they all knew Olivia well enough not to bother her.
"Alright, ladies! For our next shoot, I want to use Ben to... oh shoot. He's not here, is he? Olivia must've taken him with her." Rachel grumbled. She'd been planning to continue using Ben for some absolutely killer photos, but oh well. She wasn't going to bug Olivia about it. Between the group shots and Olivia's own singles with Ben she'd gotten more than enough material from him.
"Eh, might as well let him have his breaktime to."
None of the models were happy that their boy toy was currently inaccessible, especially Yakima. She would've protested Ben's departure at Olivia's hands, but Midori laid a hand on her friend's shoulder to calm her down.
"Don't worry about your cute little friend, Yaki! You can get him back from Olivia when we're done with our remaining shoots. And... she probably won't hurt him. She can be... well, she is kind of a bitch, but I don't think she'd do anything to hurt him." Midori whispered into her slightly taller friend's ear.
Yakima sighed. She hoped that was the case, but she couldn't help herself. Leaving poor Ben at Olivia's mercy with no one to reign Olivia in just sent shivers down her spine.
But before she could voice her concerns, the next photoshoot began, and Yakima lost her chance to speak up.
----------------------
The sun was shining, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the birds were chirping! Not that Olivia paid much attention to any of that. Nope, her thoughts were on the tiny little man... no, the tiny little boy clutched tightly in one closed hand. Marching over to one of many lawn chairs next to the outdoor pool at the agency's building, Olivia dropped onto the chair ass first.
Unfurling her first, Olivia watched in silence with a pensive frown on her face as the tiny boy's form slowly unsquished itself, before with a silent *pop* he snapped back to his normal dimensions. Well. That really was fascinating.
"So... uh... what now? Shouldn't you take me back inside? I don't want to leave Yakima-"
"Be quiet." Olivia's stern, no-nonsense voice cut you off. Great. You had hoped you hadn't met another Julia. Welp, best case was to shut your mouth and follow Olivia's orders at the moment. You could only hope that she returned you to Yakima at the end of her workday so that you could go home safely.
"I'm on break, which means that this is my time. You do not tell me what to do, and as far as I'm concerned you barely qualify as a person. Whenever we're both at this agency, your primary purpose is being a prop to help me look good. If you succeed enough at this, I might start calling you by your name. But until then, you're nothing more than a tool to help me boost my status."
Gulp.
Well, you were officially scared of Olivia. She was different from Julia- and at the moment he didn't know if that was better or worse. Julia knew you were a person and acknowledged it- to her that made her torment of you so much more enjoyable for the sadistic girl. Olivia on the other hand was much more apathetic to you. The towering, super-stacked model had said it herself- right now you were more of an object to her than a sentient, living being.
On the other hand, Olivia had indicated that she would warm up to him (or at least not treat him like dirt) if he succeeded in upholding her status as the empress of the agency. You didn't think of yourself as a suck up, but when you were faced with situations like this you knew it was better to sacrifice pride in favor of survival.
Not wanting to anger Olivia, who at the moment seemed content to recline on her chair like a queen waiting to be served by her subjects, you sat down in her hand trying not to make eye contact with her.
The chairs scattered around the side of the pool had high, adjustable backrests, allowing whoever was on them to sit, lie down flat, or recline at just about any angle depending on how the backrest was set. Olivia currently had the backrest up just enough that she was still sitting upright rather than lying on her back. This was a comfortable sitting position for her and left her reclining back in the seat while giving her a clear view of the rest of the pool.
In your quest not to make eye contact with her, you couldn't help but notice that Olivia's titanic, gravity-defying breasts suspended by her tiny bikini top created a colossal shelf of flesh jutting out from her chest. You would've thought her breasts would sag more given the angle of her body, but they were evidently firm enough that they barely sagged despite their immense size and weight. Clearly it was all her, that tiny bikini couldn't have offered any real support.
The world suddenly began to shift as Olivia slowly lifted her hands. You saw that she was wearing earbuds and had dark sunglasses on that prevented you from seeing her eyes. In her other hand was her phone (though you had no idea where she'd retrieved it from.
"Alright, boy. I'm going to leave you alone while I relax. Use your time wisely and don't disturb me, or you'll regret it." Olivia didn't have to raise her voice for that threat- you could feel the certainty in her words. You would suffer if you bothered her while she was on break.
Before you could ask what she was going to do with you, Olivia tilted her hand containing you and dropped you onto her mountainous bosom.
Olivia's breasts, while firm enough to not sag despite their titanic size, were still soft and pliant enough that you bounced several times on impact before coming to a stop.
Wow. You'd been ogling the 'shelf' earlier, but now you were seated on it. Olivia had her lawn chair as her seat, and you had Olivia's gigantic rack as your seat. For a moment you considered crawling over Olivia's breasts and dropping off the chair, but something told you that she was testing you. And she probably wouldn't like the feeling of you crawling over her body.
Nope, the best thing to do was remain in place. It was the safest thing to do.
The fact that your brain was reminding you that you were currently seated on the absolutely biggest pair of breasts you'd ever seen- bar none- was only a minor factor. Really.
The flesh barely squished at all underneath you, you weighed so little that you didn't even indent the soft, doughy flesh. It was nice and warm, and the softness of the smooth skin felt great to the touch.
Just about the only thing you could think of doing was curling up and taking a nap. Shifting slightly in place, you laid down on your back staring up at the sky, with the heavenly sensation of Olivia's colossal breasts pillowing your entire body.
You were in fact feeling pretty drained from the experience with the models earlier (especially Olivia), so restoring some energy now seemed like a good call.
You could hear the faint beat of music from Olivia's earbuds but couldn't make out what she was listening to. Well, lying down on her enormous boob hadn't bothered her, so taking a nap on said breast probably wouldn't either.
Rolling onto your side and closing your eyes, sleep came to you quickly.
What happens next?
1. Olivia wakes you up in hour or so later. She wants to make a deal with you...
2. You are jolted awake some time later as two impossibly gigantic boulders smush you flat. Olivia slipped your sleeping form between her breasts
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