(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
"Hey! Hey, please! Hey, mom, hey! Hey! You have to help me, please!"
Your voice was hoarse from screaming and yelling, and your arms and legs were getting tired from jumping up and down and waving around. And yet, no matter how much you cried out to the towering form of the woman standing beside you, she wasn't giving you the time of day. Granted, that was apparently what the script called for, but given that no one had even bothered to give you any sort of script for this shoot, you were basically riding by the seat of your pants and just trying to survive.
You were currently about an hour into your shoot with Sally, and despite all your horrified fears of being crushed and abused, you'd suffered no such fate...more or less.
Sally's new outfit she now had on was leaving very little to the imagination despite the theoretical modest nature of it. Sally was wearing a simple floral-patterned blouse and short shorts, typical casual attire to wear around the house. But Sally was anything but typical, and the heftily proportioned muscular girl was bursting her outfit at the seams. The blouse pushed hard against her pronounced chest, copious tan flesh pouring from the low-cut, and it also caused the blouse to ride up and reveal nearly four inches of her lean stomach. Similarly, her short shorts seemed painted onto her toned, firm backside, and a fair bit of both meaty cheeks were left practically hanging out for all to see.
It was hard to look away, and only the overall horror of this whole day and thoughts of Mari kept you from staring...much. Your willpower snuck a look or two, and to your dismay Sally noticed your staring and giggled quite frantically, causing you horrible embarrassment.
She'd then (squished between her boobs, because of course), carried you over to the house set for the shoot, where she was given a full script and you were told only the simplest of explanations. While Sally studied her lines and instructions, Izzy (a smirk permanently etched on her face), told you that your only goal was to pretend to be Sally's son, and to be whiny and petulant. The assistant told you that you just needed to constantly be whining and yelling about things, only stopping once Sally finally picked you up and coddled you.
That's it. That's all you were given, so it took everything you could to try and think what this advertisement (which was apparently going to be a video) could possibly be about. Still, desperate to find some sort of silver lining in this whole nightmare, you decided to make the most of the situation. If you were being asked to yell and whine, then you'd make the most of it be yelling to Sally about how much you and the other tinies hated all of this, and how much you wanted to escape and go back home. In your mind this was a brilliant strategy. If Steph and Izzy dared to step in, surely Sally would see that you must be telling the truth. And if no one said anything, then you'd have all the time you needed to get Sally to see the light!
So, that's exactly what you'd started doing. From one part of the house set to the other, you and Sally acted out this dynamic for the rolling cameras. Izzy would set you somewhere and retreat to man the camera, and then you would yell and shout to Sally, whose job was usually to pace around the room for a minute before finally wandering over to you and picking you up. Then the cameras would stop rolling and you'd be taken to another part of the set to repeat. It was a weird routine, and you still didn't understand what the goal of the advertisement was, but you were convinced you were getting through to Sally...
...even if every time she picked you up, she deliberately rolled her eyes and sighed in the direction of the camera.
And that brought you to your current moment, where you were standing down on the couch while Sally towered above you, tapping away on her phone. From a quick glance you'd taken of her script, it seemed like the last scene, so you began to believe that maybe this nightmare would end without much fanfare. Maybe you could get back to Cass (who, from a quick glance you'd stolen, was splashing around at the pool set) and make it home! Yeah, Sally's gargantuan toned buttocks hovering right above you was disconcerting, to say the least, but you were optimistic. If even just Sally could be swayed into a tiny-rights ally, then maybe this whole ordeal was worth it.
"Mom, hey! Do you hear me? None of us want this! None of us wanted to be treated like we're worth nothing!" You cried, your throat hoarse. Calling Sally 'mom' was the only concession you'd made to fit the video theme, but otherwise everything you'd said had been from the heart. And while Sally hadn't responded yet, her script was dictating her words, so you were hopeful to have a heart-to-heart with her once the filming was done.
Finally, Sally sighed again, and seemed set to turn around and pick you up, just like she'd done the previous few times.
Except, the exact opposite happened, as Sally bent at the waist and plopped down onto the couch, her ass swallowing you whole.
Your words turned into a strangled scream that instantly died as Sally's bountiful booty clapped onto the couch with a resounding 'slam'. Her cheeks jiggling as she settled, your tiny body was decimated fully by her bare flesh of her right butt cheek, hanging out from her uber-tight short shorts riding up her derriere. The girl's tanned flesh splattered you into a smear, and her brief bout of fidgeting further ground you under her ass. You mentally cried out and groaned, having not even remotely expected this outcome, but the damage was done before you could even think about fighting back.
Up above, Sally let out a happy sigh, smiled, and leaned back against the couch. As she did so, she tucked a stray strand of her strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear, revealing a dark purple earbud nestled nicely into her ear. Sally then froze, holding that pose. From off camera, another model walked onto the set, dressed in a professional and form-fitting dress.
"This...is the magic of the Tiny-Canceling Earbud, or the TCE." The model spoke, whose name was Kara (the woman who'd sold out her own ex-girlfriend to Vivid Videos just for the chance at revenge, and was currently wearing her as a thong). "Proudly manufactured by the CTC, the TCE is just another incredible invention designed to help smooth out any and all tiny-related issues the incredible women of this world deal with, and provide more comfort and support to every woman who needs it!"
Kara pointed to another corner of the home set, where another model dressed in workout clothes was grinding a tiny under her heel. "Whether you're a physically active sister being dragged down by a tiny brother..." Kara shifted her attention to yet another woman who was chewing loudly on a tiny who was now clumped like gum. "...or a lovely lady upset at her tiny significant other's lack of proper performance and stimulation..." Kara looked back again at Sally. "...or a weary mother exhausted from putting up with a bratty bug-sized child, the TCE is for you."
Simultaneously, the stomping woman slammed down harder, the chewing woman smacked her teeth louder, and Sally wiggled her booty atop you with renewed vigor.
Kara smiled widely at the camera. "We here at the CTC proudly believe in enhancing the lives of us full-sized women, and making sure tinies understand their place is a key part in that. The TCE is yet another way of giving women a break from the nagging and demanding tinies of the world, helping to shut out their silly little pleas and problems and exchange that all for peace of mind. If we say so ourselves, the TCE are the best earbuds on the market. Affordable, and with unmatched sound quality. You'll never want another pair, especially with the TCE's patented technology filtering and totally muting the voices of tinies!"
All four women grinned at the camera, and Kara put a hand on her chest. "Best of all? If you've licensed a tiny with us, your first pair of TCE is free! And, you get another free pair for each tiny you license! So, what are you waiting for? Get on out there and put the cries of the tinies to rest! Silence is golden, after all!" The four models flashed smiles, and Izzy excitedly gave a thumbs-up as the camera stopped rolling.
Sally hopped up almost immediately as the camera cut out, excitedly probing her firm buttocks until she felt you and peeled you free. Dropping you into her hands, she grinned down at you.
"Ah, lil darlin'! That was amazin' work!" Sally cooed. "I haven't had tha' much fun in months! And you were outstandin', lil one! All that hollarin' and yellin' about being angry, an' scared, an' not respectin' yer rights? It was so in-character, I almost believed it myself! Course, you lil guys are just made for bein' played right, ain'tcha? Still, I think your cryin'll really sell how silly yer character was!" Sally laughed, and clutched you tightly.
Instantly, your heart shattered.
How could you have been so stupid? Obviously, Sally thought you were just acting this entire time, and so did every other model. Not only that, but because your script had said to act whiny and bratty, all your genuine heartfelt arguments had been interpreted as silly and not worth caring about! You were so stupid! All you'd done was jeopardize your safety even further!
1) The horrible photoshoot continues, with Sally happily continuing your torment.
2) The photoshoot continues, but an unexpected chance to escape appears.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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