Olivia lays her plans out
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 31
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"Please, come in, come in! Can I get you something to eat, something to drink? It's the least I can do for you bringing my son back!"
The woman, who Olivia was assuming to be Ben's mother, had already grabbed her by the hand and was tugging her down the front hallway behind her.
Olivia, though not expecting the shorter woman's excitement didn't resist, and with the significant height difference between her and the shorter woman easily matched the happy woman's pace.
"So, you must be Ben's mother. You've raised a fine boy. Quite the little gentleman. He kept me company all afternoon, and was very helpful to me today," Olivia remarked as Mary led her into the home's kitchen.
"I-is that so? I mean, of course! My Ben hasn't had what you'd call a normal childhood, what with his condition. But he was raised with love, goes to school like normal, and most importantly- he knows to mind his manners around women! Oh! Where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself yet! I'm Mary, and as you guessed I'm Ben's mother. Thank you once again for finding and bringing him back home, Miss?"
"Olivia. And as I said earlier, it was no trouble at all."
While Mary continued to chatter excitedly, Olivia listened patiently, knowing that the waiting game was a game that paid out heavily when played correctly.
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Still held fast in Olivia's firm but not crushing grip, you sighed. You loved your mom, but she could get really excited when meeting new people. It didn't help your case that Olivia had made one hell of a first impression on her. You weren't super well-versed in the minds of women, but you'd heard enough that you could tell that Olivia was trying to spin the afternoon as if she'd been your guardian angel, watching over you and protecting you from the greedy paws of all those other women.
Which was pretty damn far from the truth, she'd been your primary aggressor- the other women had gotten a little rowdy with you from time to time, but she'd been the only one who'd actually caused you pain. Of course, if Olivia had her way, your mom would never learn the truth.
Hopefully she'd put you down soon. Olivia's grip had squished you up a bit, and you were eager to reforming (and being able to stand on your own two legs.)
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Some minutes later, Olivia was finishing the tea Mary had set out for her while the shorter woman finished the last of the biscuits she'd brought out for the two.
As Mary turned to begin putting things away and tidying up the kitchen following her snack, Olivia examined the woman.
Olivia had to admit, for a woman who'd had two kids (three counting Ben), she had an exceptional body. It wasn't that blatantly staring, but women like Mary had features, from the prominent backside to the significantly larger than average bustline combined with a figure that (despite the aforementioned two full-sized children and one... whatever the boy was) had remained more or less free of excess fat. The woman wasn't short either, though her height wasn't what anyone would consider tall.
Ten years ago, she would've had good prospects in the modeling industry. But that was neither here nor there.
Olivia's physical analysis of Mary aside, she felt that she'd gained a decent understanding of the woman in the short time she'd known her.
From everything Mary had shown her so far, she didn't seem to be a particularly inquisitive person. Even better for Olivia, the older woman seemed to be very trusting... or perhaps she was only so upfront because Olivia had done her an enormous service.
Either way, things were going in her favor right now.
"So, this... Yakima. Has she lived with you for a while?"
"Hmm... Oh, no! In fact, she only arrived earlier today. Although her sister- an exchange student- has been with us for quite some time. The sister is Kim, and she's just a darling!"
"And Kim... I'm guessing she looks like her sister?" Olivia asked, phrasing her statement as a comment rather than an intrusive question about the exchange student's body. Regardless, Mary didn't seem to think it was a rude statement at all, and was in fact very blunt with her opinion.
"Oh no, not at all! To tell you the truth, I was a little taken aback when I met Yakima this morning. I would've thought she would've been, well... small like her sister. But she's the biggest girl I've ever seen, if you know what I mean! Well, um... excluding you. No offense."
"None taken. I've yet to meet another woman as gifted as myself." And why would she be offended by Mary stating the obvious? She'd endured countless catcalls and other degrading comments throughout her schooling years, before wising up and learning to use her body's outrageous curves as her chief money makers. What had been sources of shame long in the past were now her greatest assets.
Hardly a day went by when Olivia didn't hear someone whispering in awe about her chest or mindlessly ogling her ass. This was all part of the job for her. The more people's eyes were on her the better- in the modeling industry, fame was power. Fame was money. And recognition meant fame.
Now, Olivia was no genius, master-planner. But she was an experienced model who'd outlasted many other 'rising stars' who'd only ended up burning out or washing out. And if there was one golden rule she'd stuck with after all this time, it was 'use what you have.'
Her breasts were enormous, so focus plenty of photo shoots on her titanic rack- they'd been moneymakers for years, and they were going to keep bringing in the big bucks for years to come!
Same principles with the rest of her physical attributes- stern but sensual face, humongous ass, imposing height... some women might've found it degrading, using their bodies to make money like this. But Olivia was well off thanks to her modeling career, with no end in sight of said career, and if it kept up, she could retire a rich woman.
And the thoughts of her career brought her back to her latest prize- Ben.
It all came back to her golden rule. How many other agencies, how many other models had access to a perfect prop like the tiny boy?
Not many.
But Yakima did. And that was a problem for Olivia. Sure, Yakima didn't have the advantage over her in popularity, curves, or resources...
But right now, the bodacious Asian did have unrestricted access to Ben. And Olivia wasn't about to let her newest competitor utilize this new advantage to make a name for herself.
Rachel's forecast had indicated that the photoshoots with Ben would be wildly profitable, and Olivia figured being able to monopolize Ben (or at least get as close to monopolizing his time as she could) would only help boost her career.
Of course, to do that she had to make sure that Ben's mother A) was willing to let Ben go back to the modeling agency, and B) didn't have Yakima acting as the go between.
"I just want to thank you and Ben again. Having him assist in the photoshoots today was extremely helpful. In fact, my boss wanted me to inform you that Ben is welcome back at anytime. She's even drawn up some paperwork if Ben wants to start a new part-time job. Trust me, he'll be very handsomely paid."
"O-oh, really?! Gosh, I'm not sure how to feel about that. My Ben still has school to focus on, and him leaving the house all the time is a little... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the idea of some stranger picking him up every time your boss wants him to come by your workplace."
Olivia smiled. Mary's concerns were valid but well within the list of questions Olivia was expecting her to ask.
"You needn't worry about a thing, Mary. If it makes you feel better, I'll come in person each time to pick him up and drive him home. I can even personally watch over him whenever he's on site. You can go ahead and think of me as his... chaperone."
"That... that actually makes me feel a lot better! And... now that you mention part time jobs, I have been thinking about bringing up the subject to him. Any college he applies to will want to see an active history of extra-curricular work, and he can't exactly join any sports teams..."
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What the hell was going on right now? It seriously sounded like Olivia was trying to get your mother to sell you out! And more than that, it seemed to be working!
Although... you'd admit that deep down, having your first part time job be at a modeling agency filled with the hottest, curviest women you'd ever seen sounded almost too good to be true. Most other guys your age got their first taste of the working world in boring retail-stores or manning cash registers in fast-food joints.
But was getting effectively sold to Olivia worth it? She still kind of reminded you of Julia... and you didn't want to trade one bully for another.
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What happens next?
1) Mary and Olivia's conversation is interrupted as two of the other house residents enter the kitchen (RESERVED)
2) Olivia finally lets go of you and places you on the table. Your mom wants to hear your opinion on your 'job offer.'
3) All three of you hear another car pull up. Seems like Yakima finally made it back...
The woman, who Olivia was assuming to be Ben's mother, had already grabbed her by the hand and was tugging her down the front hallway behind her.
Olivia, though not expecting the shorter woman's excitement didn't resist, and with the significant height difference between her and the shorter woman easily matched the happy woman's pace.
"So, you must be Ben's mother. You've raised a fine boy. Quite the little gentleman. He kept me company all afternoon, and was very helpful to me today," Olivia remarked as Mary led her into the home's kitchen.
"I-is that so? I mean, of course! My Ben hasn't had what you'd call a normal childhood, what with his condition. But he was raised with love, goes to school like normal, and most importantly- he knows to mind his manners around women! Oh! Where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself yet! I'm Mary, and as you guessed I'm Ben's mother. Thank you once again for finding and bringing him back home, Miss?"
"Olivia. And as I said earlier, it was no trouble at all."
While Mary continued to chatter excitedly, Olivia listened patiently, knowing that the waiting game was a game that paid out heavily when played correctly.
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Still held fast in Olivia's firm but not crushing grip, you sighed. You loved your mom, but she could get really excited when meeting new people. It didn't help your case that Olivia had made one hell of a first impression on her. You weren't super well-versed in the minds of women, but you'd heard enough that you could tell that Olivia was trying to spin the afternoon as if she'd been your guardian angel, watching over you and protecting you from the greedy paws of all those other women.
Which was pretty damn far from the truth, she'd been your primary aggressor- the other women had gotten a little rowdy with you from time to time, but she'd been the only one who'd actually caused you pain. Of course, if Olivia had her way, your mom would never learn the truth.
Hopefully she'd put you down soon. Olivia's grip had squished you up a bit, and you were eager to reforming (and being able to stand on your own two legs.)
------------------
Some minutes later, Olivia was finishing the tea Mary had set out for her while the shorter woman finished the last of the biscuits she'd brought out for the two.
As Mary turned to begin putting things away and tidying up the kitchen following her snack, Olivia examined the woman.
Olivia had to admit, for a woman who'd had two kids (three counting Ben), she had an exceptional body. It wasn't that blatantly staring, but women like Mary had features, from the prominent backside to the significantly larger than average bustline combined with a figure that (despite the aforementioned two full-sized children and one... whatever the boy was) had remained more or less free of excess fat. The woman wasn't short either, though her height wasn't what anyone would consider tall.
Ten years ago, she would've had good prospects in the modeling industry. But that was neither here nor there.
Olivia's physical analysis of Mary aside, she felt that she'd gained a decent understanding of the woman in the short time she'd known her.
From everything Mary had shown her so far, she didn't seem to be a particularly inquisitive person. Even better for Olivia, the older woman seemed to be very trusting... or perhaps she was only so upfront because Olivia had done her an enormous service.
Either way, things were going in her favor right now.
"So, this... Yakima. Has she lived with you for a while?"
"Hmm... Oh, no! In fact, she only arrived earlier today. Although her sister- an exchange student- has been with us for quite some time. The sister is Kim, and she's just a darling!"
"And Kim... I'm guessing she looks like her sister?" Olivia asked, phrasing her statement as a comment rather than an intrusive question about the exchange student's body. Regardless, Mary didn't seem to think it was a rude statement at all, and was in fact very blunt with her opinion.
"Oh no, not at all! To tell you the truth, I was a little taken aback when I met Yakima this morning. I would've thought she would've been, well... small like her sister. But she's the biggest girl I've ever seen, if you know what I mean! Well, um... excluding you. No offense."
"None taken. I've yet to meet another woman as gifted as myself." And why would she be offended by Mary stating the obvious? She'd endured countless catcalls and other degrading comments throughout her schooling years, before wising up and learning to use her body's outrageous curves as her chief money makers. What had been sources of shame long in the past were now her greatest assets.
Hardly a day went by when Olivia didn't hear someone whispering in awe about her chest or mindlessly ogling her ass. This was all part of the job for her. The more people's eyes were on her the better- in the modeling industry, fame was power. Fame was money. And recognition meant fame.
Now, Olivia was no genius, master-planner. But she was an experienced model who'd outlasted many other 'rising stars' who'd only ended up burning out or washing out. And if there was one golden rule she'd stuck with after all this time, it was 'use what you have.'
Her breasts were enormous, so focus plenty of photo shoots on her titanic rack- they'd been moneymakers for years, and they were going to keep bringing in the big bucks for years to come!
Same principles with the rest of her physical attributes- stern but sensual face, humongous ass, imposing height... some women might've found it degrading, using their bodies to make money like this. But Olivia was well off thanks to her modeling career, with no end in sight of said career, and if it kept up, she could retire a rich woman.
And the thoughts of her career brought her back to her latest prize- Ben.
It all came back to her golden rule. How many other agencies, how many other models had access to a perfect prop like the tiny boy?
Not many.
But Yakima did. And that was a problem for Olivia. Sure, Yakima didn't have the advantage over her in popularity, curves, or resources...
But right now, the bodacious Asian did have unrestricted access to Ben. And Olivia wasn't about to let her newest competitor utilize this new advantage to make a name for herself.
Rachel's forecast had indicated that the photoshoots with Ben would be wildly profitable, and Olivia figured being able to monopolize Ben (or at least get as close to monopolizing his time as she could) would only help boost her career.
Of course, to do that she had to make sure that Ben's mother A) was willing to let Ben go back to the modeling agency, and B) didn't have Yakima acting as the go between.
"I just want to thank you and Ben again. Having him assist in the photoshoots today was extremely helpful. In fact, my boss wanted me to inform you that Ben is welcome back at anytime. She's even drawn up some paperwork if Ben wants to start a new part-time job. Trust me, he'll be very handsomely paid."
"O-oh, really?! Gosh, I'm not sure how to feel about that. My Ben still has school to focus on, and him leaving the house all the time is a little... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the idea of some stranger picking him up every time your boss wants him to come by your workplace."
Olivia smiled. Mary's concerns were valid but well within the list of questions Olivia was expecting her to ask.
"You needn't worry about a thing, Mary. If it makes you feel better, I'll come in person each time to pick him up and drive him home. I can even personally watch over him whenever he's on site. You can go ahead and think of me as his... chaperone."
"That... that actually makes me feel a lot better! And... now that you mention part time jobs, I have been thinking about bringing up the subject to him. Any college he applies to will want to see an active history of extra-curricular work, and he can't exactly join any sports teams..."
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What the hell was going on right now? It seriously sounded like Olivia was trying to get your mother to sell you out! And more than that, it seemed to be working!
Although... you'd admit that deep down, having your first part time job be at a modeling agency filled with the hottest, curviest women you'd ever seen sounded almost too good to be true. Most other guys your age got their first taste of the working world in boring retail-stores or manning cash registers in fast-food joints.
But was getting effectively sold to Olivia worth it? She still kind of reminded you of Julia... and you didn't want to trade one bully for another.
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What happens next?
1) Mary and Olivia's conversation is interrupted as two of the other house residents enter the kitchen (RESERVED)
2) Olivia finally lets go of you and places you on the table. Your mom wants to hear your opinion on your 'job offer.'
3) All three of you hear another car pull up. Seems like Yakima finally made it back...
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