(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
As the two women continued wrestling with you, stretching and pulling your body out into an almost unrecognizable thin tan blob, and Steph and Izzy were beginning to storm over to reprimand the women for their unprofessional behavior, your mangled vision could just barely make out Cass standing off to the side, biting her lip and peering at you tentatively. Your mouth stretched way too far to scream, you could only silently beg Cass to reach out and free you already instead of standing around and letting you be manhandled like this.
Unfortunately, you had no way of knowing that with each passing second, Cass was becoming more and more convinced that the poor tiny being pulled tight between the models was not her nephew. True, with how elongated the poor boy was it was difficult to really read his facial expressions, and maybe she was just trying to avoid an awkward conversation by not interfering in Sally and Priya's struggle, but Cass quickly convinced herself that it was some other hapless affected boy who was being yanked to his breaking point. Wincing, Cass turned away from the scene and back towards the box, hoping to find her darling nephew soon.
Meanwhile, the tug-of-war over your battered body was continuing, though a clear winner was emerging. Priya was able to anchor her hold on you due to the immense weight of her hourglass curves, but her overall strength couldn't compete with Sally's curvaceous musculature, and her sweaty hands were quickly losing their grip on you. She grit her teeth in determination, but even the stubborn mature woman could tell she was losing, as more and more of your body slipped from her grasp.
So, Priya simply chose to be petty instead. If Sally wanted you so badly, she could have you. Frowning, Priya released her grip on you instantaneously.
As per the universal rules of momentum and tension, your body immediately shot back towards Sally, who was still gripping and pulling on you. With the force of approximately a blistering fighter jet, you shot through the air and slammed headfirst into Sally's dress-covered breasts, impacting so hard your entire body squashed out against the soft fabric. Sally's chest wobbled from your impact (doubly so as the strawberry-blonde leapt back in cute surprise), and you were left in a flattened and cupped shaped, your body crammed against the swell of her boobs.
Priya scowled and stalked off, and Steph and Izzy peeled away to talk the woman out of her anger and settle the situation. That left Sally by herself, and the freckled girl flashed a triumphant smile to the other models who had watched the struggle. She then, a slight blush alighting in her cheeks, turned her attention to the adorable little tiny now hugging her breasts. Of course, you couldn't exactly see the girl's adoring staring, considering that your face was fully smooshed into the girl's dress and taut, perky chest.
Though amused by the idea of leaving you pinned to her breasts for the entire rest of the day, Sally was at least aware enough that it'd be hard for her newly acquired tiny to star alongside her in the upcoming shoot while nothing more than a smear on her dress. So, she began picking at the edges of your body with her fingernails, slowly but surely scraping you off of her dress. It took a few moments, but she finally removed you from your crash landing site, and held your still-elongated form in both of her warm, firm hands. Yet again she paused to stare at you happily, entertained by your comically squished face and surprised expression.
Sally had a fair amount of experience with tinies through friends and other chance encounters, but the farm she'd grown up on had been tiny-free, much to her dismay. The little ones were irresistibly cute to her, and so to have no one else but her older sister and mother working on the farm had been a drag. Yes, Sally was extremely proud of her perfectly balanced physique between feminine curves and strong muscles, and she also knew her years of hard work had given her the beauty and determination to handle the world of modeling. Still, she wouldn't have complained about some tiny eye candy back on the farm.
But, as she thought about it, maybe it was all for this moment. Sally had known about the photoshoot being sponsored by the CTC, of course, but she hadn't actually expected to be working right alongside the little adorable ones. She'd only worn a tiny as clothing once before and it had been heavenly, and she never passed up opportunities to tease and flirt with little ones when she was out walking through parks or shopping for new modeling outfits. Now, a truly cute tiny boy was right in her hands, and she'd get him all to herself for the entire day? And maybe even the entire photoshoot? It was basically a dream come true!
Sally couldn't help but sigh contentedly...and then blush profusely as a snickering laugh sounded from beside her. The strawberry-blonde jerked her head over, and found Steph and Izzy standing beside her.
The shoot director had her arms crossed. "Enjoying your selected tiny?" Steph asked with a coy look. "You certainly fought hard for him."
Sally winced. "I...I'm so sorry, Steph. Tha' was really silly of me, huh?"
Izzy smirked (and it had been her who had snickered). "I'll say. You two were like school kids."
"Yeah, I know." Sally admitted. "There was just somethin' about this lil one tha' really caught my eye. He's a cutie, for sure, but he had some sort of energy tha' just...felt right, I guess? Am I makin' sense, ya'll?"
Steph nodded. "As long as you're happy, and you keep your little impulses in check for the rest of the shoot, then I'm happy. Enjoy your little one, and get ready for your first set of the day."
Sally smiled from ear-to-ear, and snapped a silly salute to the director. "Yes, ma'am!" Clutching you tightly in her hand, Sally then turned on her heel and strolled off towards the changing room, having already been given her instructions for the first costume change of the day. And now that she had an adorable little co-star to take part alongside her, her heart was fit to burst with excitement.
Maybe...just maybe...Steph would let her keep the guy and take him back home with her? A gal could dream!
At the same time as Sally walked away, Steph and Izzy watched her with amused expressions. The cold, calculating director could hardly believe she'd stumbled upon such an incredible crop of tinies that had spurred these women onto such drastic means. It seemed almost guaranteed that this CTC photoshoot would be a success, and that the enthusiasm of the gathered women who translate right into the photo and video advertising. Surely, CTC membership would skyrocket after the advertising campaign produced by this photoshoot.
She glanced at her overeager assistant, who was practically bouncing on her heels in anticipation. Steph smiled at Izzy. The younger girl's enthusiasm for screwing with tinies was infectious, and even if Steph considered her overall attitude towards the squishy little things to be more indifferent than outright cruel, she couldn't help but be almost as excited as Izzy to see the impending humiliation of the little ones over the next few weeks.
Lastly, Steph glanced over to her single troubling model, Cass. Cass was standing sulkily off to the side, delicately holding a tiny in her hand. From her expression, it was clear that the woman was not at all enthused to be participating in this pro-CTC photoshoot, but Steph was confident that the woman's love for her nephew would compel her to keep participating, at the very least to try and rescue the boy at some point. And, while Steph couldn't understand ever caring that much about a tiny, the end result was the same. Cass would take part in the shoot, and results would be produced. The means were irrelevant.
Gesturing to Izzy, Steph clapped her hands to signal the beginning of the shoot.
1) Your first shoot with Sally involves the home set, and it goes as predictably awful as expected. The only upside is that you get to act as yourself...but that's hardly compensation for what happens next.
2) Your first shoot with Sally is at the pool set, and as firm hands start molding you into some sort of object, it's clear that this day is not going to go your way at all.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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