A Sweaty Escape
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 26
by
copier
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alphadragon
"Everyone in position?" The director called, "Alright! 3.. 2..1...Shoot!"
Olivia held perfectly still as the cameras flashed, her smile and form perfect as all her gorgeousness was captured from every angle.
At the cameraman's signal, she shifted to the next pose.
Dropping down to her knees, Olivia leaned forward towards the camera with her hands cupping her chest. She then carefully began to knead her massive breasts, her fingers digging into the supple flesh. Sometimes teasing. Other times seductive. She skillfully played with her most impressive asset, teasing at the glamorous form hidden underneath. No matter the angle, Olivia ensured that all eyes were on her and her alone.
And when her current shoot neared its end, she "almost" suffered a wardrobe malfunction when the knot holding up her swimsuit came undone. The cameras flashed a second later, capturing her "embarrassment" holding up her swimsuit.
"And that's a wrap." The director shouted. "Excellent work out there people, especially you Olivia. Beautiful as always."
"Thank you, Ethan." She smiled, standing up. A helper ran up behind her, reaching up to re-tie the knot as Olivia pushed up her chest. "I do try to impress."
"That you do miss." He chuckled, "All right people, let’s start preparing for the next set. Time is money."
Olivia's smile didn't waver till he walked out of sight, then she turned and glared at the helper behind her. "Will you hurry up. I don't have all day."
"I'm sorry ma'am. I'll be done in a moment" The girl squeaked, standing on her tiptoes. Even then her arms barely reached above Olivia's shoulders as she struggled with the knot. It was both due to their height difference and the fact that the Hispanic model's breasts were heavily weighing down on the string.
After a minute of fumbling, the knot was finally secured, and Olivia sent the unfortunate helper away.
Olivia huffed, rolling her shoulders and working the kinks out of them as she walked back to the dressing room, coincidentally at the same time as Yakima stepped out of it.
The Hispanic model eyed her newest... competitor.
She had the looks, Olivia was willing to admit, with ample curves that were just shy of her own in size. It was easy to tell, no thanks to the micro-bikini she wore. Yakima will certainly be turning quite a few heads in her debut, garnering the agency plenty of attention. Racheal had a great eye for talent. Yet, compared to her, Olivia can confidently tell Yakima lacked the most important aspect to succeed in this business.
And that was Presence.
It didn't matter how well you dressed, how well-endowed you were, nor how pretty you think you might be. Presence was the only thing that mattered under the spotlight. It was what made everyone pay attention to you. It's what creates your image, your fans, and most importantly, your impact. Beautiful women were a dime-a-dozen, but ones that made themselves known just by stepping into a room? Those were the ones that make it big.
And their new hire just didn't have that presence.
However, there is one thing she did that Olivia didn't.
The small boy she brought in.
Olivia had only seen him briefly, back in the changing room but her instincts told her that he’d be an important tool for the future of her career. A cute, inch-tall man, paired with a literal goddess? That's a one-way ticket to the top of the modeling world. It's a pity Yakima didn't seem to understand how valuable he is. And unfortunately for her, Oliva had no intention of letting her find out.
Stopping in front of an enormous vanity mirror, Olivia smiled at her reflection.
Staring at glorious self, Olivia knew swaying him to her side would be simple. He was a man, and men were oh-so-easy to persuade. Some honeyed words, a few intimate moments with her breasts and he'll be begging at her feet. She'd give him less than ten minutes before she had him wrapped around her little finger...literally.
Glancing at the clock, she started to make her way to her next photoshoot, a noticeable spring in her step. Before the day is over, she'll have her prize.
Now, where could he be?
Unbeknownst to Olivia, you were far closer than she could've imagined. Close enough that you can feel her excitement heating her skin.
"It's getting hot in here."
Trapped beneath a hardened layer of foundation on the model's cheek, you weren't even allowed to squirm uncomfortably as the temperature rose inside your prison. The makeup holding down your flattened body was simply too strong, leaving you unable to move. Your only companions in this dark place were the smell of Olivia's perfume, the smoothness of her skin, and the heat radiating off of it.
Never had you ever been in such a situation before...and it scared you.
You need to get back to Yakima.
She's the only one here that you can trust to get you back to your family. Perhaps Rachel as well, but the other models were a no go. It wasn't difficult to imagine one of them snatching you up for themselves. Sure, they were some of the hottest women you've ever seen, but you'd learned long time ago that beauty can only run skin deep.
Your nemesis Julia is a good example.
So, with nothing else to lose, you force your body to move, straining against the foundation imprisoning you here. It didn't matter if you couldn't move now, it was still only makeup pinning you in place and if you kept working at it then you'll eventually be able to free yourself.
You're getting out of here, no matter what.
'It's hot.'
Coincidentally, Olivia shared the sentiments as Ben.
"Excellent. Keep it up Olivia."
At the cameraman's signal, Olivia rolled over onto her back, her boobs nearly popping out of her bra as she did so. The Victoria Secret set she wore for this photoshoot wasn’t designed to support such a heavy load. Someone definitely screwed up the order as she could feel the fibers snapping under the strain. It was only a matter of time before this flimsy bra ripped under the weight of her massive breasts.
However, Olivia is a professional.
And a professional never panics.
Keeping the smile on her lips, Olivia switched over to her next pose.
Using a trick she perfected from the day her breasts started growing, she carefully shifted her posture till she was balancing her boobs on top of her chest. It helped take some of the weight off her bra and (hopefully) bought her enough time to get through the photoshoot before the flimsy thing broke.
It wouldn't do for her to have an actual wardrobe malfunction.
However, there's an issue.
And that was that her tits were just plain heavy.
Already, Olivia could feel her muscles starting to strain in the effort to support her chest, heat building up from her shoulders and core. She resisted the urge to wipe her forehead as the sweat built up on top of her skin. The little beads of water glistened with the stage lights on them, making her figure shine.
Olivia hoped it wouldn't ruin her make-up.
The temperature rose as you worked, warming your prison to an uncomfortable degree with Olivia's sweat beginning to pool up around you. The salty fluid stung your eyes with some of it even getting into your mouth, but you ignored it as the makeup started to give way.
Just a little more and you'll be free.
"Come on." You squeaked, "Break already!"
Then, like a miracle, you felt your body starting to slide.
"Yes!!!"
With the sweat underneath you acting as a lubricant, your body slowly broke free of the hardened foundation and moved downwards towards freedom. But there was one thing you didn't anticipate. Instead of falling off her cheek like you hoped, your body instead followed along the contours of Olivia's beautiful face.
You felt it as you slipped down over her jawline, gliding across her smooth skin as you reached her neck. The muscles underneath you flexing and dilating as she moved, shifting from one pose to the next, her blood pumping in tune with her heart.
"No...no, no, no!" You wanted to scream, slipping off her neck and down her collarbone, your next destination obvious. The vast chasm of Olivia's cleavage seemed ready to welcome you into its bottomless embrace as your body headed straight for its depths. There was nothing to stop you as you slid down into its abyss.
Or was there?
Olivia held perfectly still as the cameras flashed, her smile and form perfect as all her gorgeousness was captured from every angle.
At the cameraman's signal, she shifted to the next pose.
Dropping down to her knees, Olivia leaned forward towards the camera with her hands cupping her chest. She then carefully began to knead her massive breasts, her fingers digging into the supple flesh. Sometimes teasing. Other times seductive. She skillfully played with her most impressive asset, teasing at the glamorous form hidden underneath. No matter the angle, Olivia ensured that all eyes were on her and her alone.
And when her current shoot neared its end, she "almost" suffered a wardrobe malfunction when the knot holding up her swimsuit came undone. The cameras flashed a second later, capturing her "embarrassment" holding up her swimsuit.
"And that's a wrap." The director shouted. "Excellent work out there people, especially you Olivia. Beautiful as always."
"Thank you, Ethan." She smiled, standing up. A helper ran up behind her, reaching up to re-tie the knot as Olivia pushed up her chest. "I do try to impress."
"That you do miss." He chuckled, "All right people, let’s start preparing for the next set. Time is money."
Olivia's smile didn't waver till he walked out of sight, then she turned and glared at the helper behind her. "Will you hurry up. I don't have all day."
"I'm sorry ma'am. I'll be done in a moment" The girl squeaked, standing on her tiptoes. Even then her arms barely reached above Olivia's shoulders as she struggled with the knot. It was both due to their height difference and the fact that the Hispanic model's breasts were heavily weighing down on the string.
After a minute of fumbling, the knot was finally secured, and Olivia sent the unfortunate helper away.
Olivia huffed, rolling her shoulders and working the kinks out of them as she walked back to the dressing room, coincidentally at the same time as Yakima stepped out of it.
The Hispanic model eyed her newest... competitor.
She had the looks, Olivia was willing to admit, with ample curves that were just shy of her own in size. It was easy to tell, no thanks to the micro-bikini she wore. Yakima will certainly be turning quite a few heads in her debut, garnering the agency plenty of attention. Racheal had a great eye for talent. Yet, compared to her, Olivia can confidently tell Yakima lacked the most important aspect to succeed in this business.
And that was Presence.
It didn't matter how well you dressed, how well-endowed you were, nor how pretty you think you might be. Presence was the only thing that mattered under the spotlight. It was what made everyone pay attention to you. It's what creates your image, your fans, and most importantly, your impact. Beautiful women were a dime-a-dozen, but ones that made themselves known just by stepping into a room? Those were the ones that make it big.
And their new hire just didn't have that presence.
However, there is one thing she did that Olivia didn't.
The small boy she brought in.
Olivia had only seen him briefly, back in the changing room but her instincts told her that he’d be an important tool for the future of her career. A cute, inch-tall man, paired with a literal goddess? That's a one-way ticket to the top of the modeling world. It's a pity Yakima didn't seem to understand how valuable he is. And unfortunately for her, Oliva had no intention of letting her find out.
Stopping in front of an enormous vanity mirror, Olivia smiled at her reflection.
Staring at glorious self, Olivia knew swaying him to her side would be simple. He was a man, and men were oh-so-easy to persuade. Some honeyed words, a few intimate moments with her breasts and he'll be begging at her feet. She'd give him less than ten minutes before she had him wrapped around her little finger...literally.
Glancing at the clock, she started to make her way to her next photoshoot, a noticeable spring in her step. Before the day is over, she'll have her prize.
Now, where could he be?
............................
Unbeknownst to Olivia, you were far closer than she could've imagined. Close enough that you can feel her excitement heating her skin.
"It's getting hot in here."
Trapped beneath a hardened layer of foundation on the model's cheek, you weren't even allowed to squirm uncomfortably as the temperature rose inside your prison. The makeup holding down your flattened body was simply too strong, leaving you unable to move. Your only companions in this dark place were the smell of Olivia's perfume, the smoothness of her skin, and the heat radiating off of it.
Never had you ever been in such a situation before...and it scared you.
You need to get back to Yakima.
She's the only one here that you can trust to get you back to your family. Perhaps Rachel as well, but the other models were a no go. It wasn't difficult to imagine one of them snatching you up for themselves. Sure, they were some of the hottest women you've ever seen, but you'd learned long time ago that beauty can only run skin deep.
Your nemesis Julia is a good example.
So, with nothing else to lose, you force your body to move, straining against the foundation imprisoning you here. It didn't matter if you couldn't move now, it was still only makeup pinning you in place and if you kept working at it then you'll eventually be able to free yourself.
You're getting out of here, no matter what.
............................
'It's hot.'
Coincidentally, Olivia shared the sentiments as Ben.
"Excellent. Keep it up Olivia."
At the cameraman's signal, Olivia rolled over onto her back, her boobs nearly popping out of her bra as she did so. The Victoria Secret set she wore for this photoshoot wasn’t designed to support such a heavy load. Someone definitely screwed up the order as she could feel the fibers snapping under the strain. It was only a matter of time before this flimsy bra ripped under the weight of her massive breasts.
However, Olivia is a professional.
And a professional never panics.
Keeping the smile on her lips, Olivia switched over to her next pose.
Using a trick she perfected from the day her breasts started growing, she carefully shifted her posture till she was balancing her boobs on top of her chest. It helped take some of the weight off her bra and (hopefully) bought her enough time to get through the photoshoot before the flimsy thing broke.
It wouldn't do for her to have an actual wardrobe malfunction.
However, there's an issue.
And that was that her tits were just plain heavy.
Already, Olivia could feel her muscles starting to strain in the effort to support her chest, heat building up from her shoulders and core. She resisted the urge to wipe her forehead as the sweat built up on top of her skin. The little beads of water glistened with the stage lights on them, making her figure shine.
Olivia hoped it wouldn't ruin her make-up.
............................
The temperature rose as you worked, warming your prison to an uncomfortable degree with Olivia's sweat beginning to pool up around you. The salty fluid stung your eyes with some of it even getting into your mouth, but you ignored it as the makeup started to give way.
Just a little more and you'll be free.
"Come on." You squeaked, "Break already!"
Then, like a miracle, you felt your body starting to slide.
"Yes!!!"
With the sweat underneath you acting as a lubricant, your body slowly broke free of the hardened foundation and moved downwards towards freedom. But there was one thing you didn't anticipate. Instead of falling off her cheek like you hoped, your body instead followed along the contours of Olivia's beautiful face.
You felt it as you slipped down over her jawline, gliding across her smooth skin as you reached her neck. The muscles underneath you flexing and dilating as she moved, shifting from one pose to the next, her blood pumping in tune with her heart.
"No...no, no, no!" You wanted to scream, slipping off her neck and down her collarbone, your next destination obvious. The vast chasm of Olivia's cleavage seemed ready to welcome you into its bottomless embrace as your body headed straight for its depths. There was nothing to stop you as you slid down into its abyss.
Or was there?
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