Makeup Mishap
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 25
by
Bobob1
“Yakima, those lights will play hell with Ben’s complexion.” Rachel frowned. “Can you hand him over to Beth for a quick touch-up? She’s in the makeup room.”
“Of course.” Yakima nodded, making sure you were securely in her palm before striding off to the makeup room. You craned your neck to look up at Yakima’s face, as you wanted to ask her why you needed makeup, but her full attention was on Midori, who was striking a pose for her first picture. You didn’t even bother trying to say anything.
Yakima pushed open a door with her butt, and stepped out into a small hallway. A few feet down the hallway was an open door, with the sign “Makeup Department” written on it. Yakima stepped inside, and walked up to a short girl with glasses sitting on a chair and scrolling through her cell phone.
“Beth, I have a patient for you.” Yakima giggled, holding you out to the girl. The girl, who you guessed was named Beth, leaned forward to get a good look at you. She was cute, and she had significantly more modest curves than any of the other girls at the modeling agency did.
“Huh. That’s pretty cool. Welcome aboard little guy.” Beth stuck out a pinky, and you shook it. You hid a blush, embarrassed at the formal way she had greeted you.
“Touch him up a bit. Make him more camera friendly.” Yakima explained, dropping you gently onto the makeup counter. The counter was filled to the brim with thousands of different makeup products. It was a little overwhelming.
“Sure thing.” Beth nodded, and Yakima left the room. Of course, you found it impossible to not follow Yakima’s swaying, sexy ass as she walked out of sight. Once Yakima was gone, you turned to Beth.
“What do I need to do?” You asked her, speaking loudly so that she would hear you.
“Well, we really just need to stay out of the way for a few minutes. Olivia will be here any minute, and she’s a…well, she’s a bitch. She does her own makeup, and doesn’t like anyone to be around while she does so.”
“Okay.”
Beth leaned over you and grabbed a small paper plate, pulling it beside you. She popped the cap open on a bottle of tan foundation, pouring the goopy substance onto the plate. She then set a small foundation brush beside the plate.
“Alright, that’s all the help Olivia will need. Climb aboard Ben.” Beth dropped her hand onto the table, and you hopped up onto her smooth palm. Beth began to scurry out of the makeup room, only to run immediately into trouble.
Beth ran headfirst into Olivia, who was just entering the room. Beth’s head actually bonked into Olivia’s massive breasts, causing both girls to let out a surprised gasp. Beth’s hand recoiled backwards, and your tiny body was launched into the air. You screamed, but your pitiful cries fell on deaf ears.
“Watch where you’re going you disgusting pig!” Olivia cried, shoving Beth out of the room.
“I’m so sorry!” Beth cried, running down the hallway, all thoughts of you drained out of her mind. Olivia huffed and slammed the door, locking it behind her. She took a second to calm herself down, and then sat in front of the plate of foundation that Beth had prepared.
Meanwhile, your tiny body had pinwheeled through the air, coming to a landing by splashing down into the goopy swamp of foundation. You sank under the liquidy substance, your entire body instantly coated in tan goo. You coughed and sputtered, flailing around helplessly. You couldn’t see or hear a thing, as your eyes and ears were covered in foundation.
Olivia, oblivious to all of this, picked up the foundation brush and dipped it lightly into the puddle of foundation. Of course, “lightly” was only the correct word choice from her perspective. To you, it was as if an elephant had just stomped down into the pool of foundation. Your body was crushed flat before you could even cry out in pain, your tiny body sticking to the brush.
With the practiced perfection of a professional, Olivia applied a generous coat of foundation to her face, dragging the brush across her flawless skin. Your body was rubbed all over her face, before finally unsticking from the brush and adhering to her right cheek. Olivia had almost fallen into a trance like state, and she didn’t even feel your body on her face, nor see the tiny specks of your body that hadn’t been covered in tan foundation yet.
Your new hellish situation only spiraled further out of control as Olivia finished her layer of foundation, making sure it was as perfect as she was. Not a single trace of a different color tone was visible. Her face was one uniform color of tan, with no imperfections. Even the weight of your paper-thin body on her cheek was hidden by the already mask-like quality of wearing foundation.
Using a blow dryer, Olivia gently dried the foundation on her face until no more moisture remained. The foundation hardened, creating an impenetrable shield. She had effectively trapped a living, breathing person against her cheek, and she had no idea. Smirking at her own beauty, Olivia strolled out of the makeup room and headed back into the studio. She passed Beth, who scurried into the room to search for you. Obviously, she found nothing.
Plastered to Olivia’s cheek, there was absolutely nothing you could do. Everything you saw was darkness, and all you could smell was Olivia’s perfume. You couldn’t talk in your crushed state. Sound was muffled by the layer of foundation above you, and that same layer prevented you from reforming and escaping. The uniform tan foundation also completely masked your presence, no matter how hard someone looked at Olivia’s cheek. This was a nightmarish situation you had never encountered before, and you could only wonder how you would escape.
“Of course.” Yakima nodded, making sure you were securely in her palm before striding off to the makeup room. You craned your neck to look up at Yakima’s face, as you wanted to ask her why you needed makeup, but her full attention was on Midori, who was striking a pose for her first picture. You didn’t even bother trying to say anything.
Yakima pushed open a door with her butt, and stepped out into a small hallway. A few feet down the hallway was an open door, with the sign “Makeup Department” written on it. Yakima stepped inside, and walked up to a short girl with glasses sitting on a chair and scrolling through her cell phone.
“Beth, I have a patient for you.” Yakima giggled, holding you out to the girl. The girl, who you guessed was named Beth, leaned forward to get a good look at you. She was cute, and she had significantly more modest curves than any of the other girls at the modeling agency did.
“Huh. That’s pretty cool. Welcome aboard little guy.” Beth stuck out a pinky, and you shook it. You hid a blush, embarrassed at the formal way she had greeted you.
“Touch him up a bit. Make him more camera friendly.” Yakima explained, dropping you gently onto the makeup counter. The counter was filled to the brim with thousands of different makeup products. It was a little overwhelming.
“Sure thing.” Beth nodded, and Yakima left the room. Of course, you found it impossible to not follow Yakima’s swaying, sexy ass as she walked out of sight. Once Yakima was gone, you turned to Beth.
“What do I need to do?” You asked her, speaking loudly so that she would hear you.
“Well, we really just need to stay out of the way for a few minutes. Olivia will be here any minute, and she’s a…well, she’s a bitch. She does her own makeup, and doesn’t like anyone to be around while she does so.”
“Okay.”
Beth leaned over you and grabbed a small paper plate, pulling it beside you. She popped the cap open on a bottle of tan foundation, pouring the goopy substance onto the plate. She then set a small foundation brush beside the plate.
“Alright, that’s all the help Olivia will need. Climb aboard Ben.” Beth dropped her hand onto the table, and you hopped up onto her smooth palm. Beth began to scurry out of the makeup room, only to run immediately into trouble.
Beth ran headfirst into Olivia, who was just entering the room. Beth’s head actually bonked into Olivia’s massive breasts, causing both girls to let out a surprised gasp. Beth’s hand recoiled backwards, and your tiny body was launched into the air. You screamed, but your pitiful cries fell on deaf ears.
“Watch where you’re going you disgusting pig!” Olivia cried, shoving Beth out of the room.
“I’m so sorry!” Beth cried, running down the hallway, all thoughts of you drained out of her mind. Olivia huffed and slammed the door, locking it behind her. She took a second to calm herself down, and then sat in front of the plate of foundation that Beth had prepared.
Meanwhile, your tiny body had pinwheeled through the air, coming to a landing by splashing down into the goopy swamp of foundation. You sank under the liquidy substance, your entire body instantly coated in tan goo. You coughed and sputtered, flailing around helplessly. You couldn’t see or hear a thing, as your eyes and ears were covered in foundation.
Olivia, oblivious to all of this, picked up the foundation brush and dipped it lightly into the puddle of foundation. Of course, “lightly” was only the correct word choice from her perspective. To you, it was as if an elephant had just stomped down into the pool of foundation. Your body was crushed flat before you could even cry out in pain, your tiny body sticking to the brush.
With the practiced perfection of a professional, Olivia applied a generous coat of foundation to her face, dragging the brush across her flawless skin. Your body was rubbed all over her face, before finally unsticking from the brush and adhering to her right cheek. Olivia had almost fallen into a trance like state, and she didn’t even feel your body on her face, nor see the tiny specks of your body that hadn’t been covered in tan foundation yet.
Your new hellish situation only spiraled further out of control as Olivia finished her layer of foundation, making sure it was as perfect as she was. Not a single trace of a different color tone was visible. Her face was one uniform color of tan, with no imperfections. Even the weight of your paper-thin body on her cheek was hidden by the already mask-like quality of wearing foundation.
Using a blow dryer, Olivia gently dried the foundation on her face until no more moisture remained. The foundation hardened, creating an impenetrable shield. She had effectively trapped a living, breathing person against her cheek, and she had no idea. Smirking at her own beauty, Olivia strolled out of the makeup room and headed back into the studio. She passed Beth, who scurried into the room to search for you. Obviously, she found nothing.
Plastered to Olivia’s cheek, there was absolutely nothing you could do. Everything you saw was darkness, and all you could smell was Olivia’s perfume. You couldn’t talk in your crushed state. Sound was muffled by the layer of foundation above you, and that same layer prevented you from reforming and escaping. The uniform tan foundation also completely masked your presence, no matter how hard someone looked at Olivia’s cheek. This was a nightmarish situation you had never encountered before, and you could only wonder how you would escape.
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April 23, 2025
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