This choice: That it’s time to move on to the shots with you and all seven girls • Go Back...Chapter #28Outnumbered and Overwhelmed by: Azazel-8   While you were more than a little annoyed with your supposed boss for just watching while Olivia tortured you, you couldn’t help but feel thankful to Rachel as she announced the end of this session. The prospect of engaging in group shots wasn’t without concern, but at least the presence of the other models would provide some form of reassurance, their flirtations preferable by far to what you had just experienced. Unfortunately, your relief was short-lived as the Hispanic model let go of her breasts, the sudden drop in pressure allowing you to be sucked down deep into the abyss. All at once the outside world faded away as the gap left by your passage was instantly sealed shut, warm flesh pressing in on you from all sides as the Olivia’s cleavage greedily claimed you as its plaything.
At this point you didn’t even have the strength to struggle, just groaning as breasts that somehow managed to surpass Yakima’s in both size and firmness rolled over you. Stretching languidly, your captor didn’t even bother glancing down as you disappeared between her assets, ignoring the glares she received from her fellow models as Rachel’s assistants set up for the next shots. You obviously failed as a man, but as a tiny toy you weren’t all that bad, and Olivia was enjoying the slight tickle you were causing. Already she was considering how she might take you home at the end of the day.
It was several minutes until you saw the light again, the distant echo of voices followed by a forceful parting of your prison and sharp nails scratching at you form. Dragged across sweaty flesh, you were pulled free and then dropped without care, your squished body splatting down onto the seat of a high-backed chair. Left staring up at the stage lights above, you felt your blood run cold as memories of being smashed beneath Olivia’s rear raced through your mind. Your first bit of good luck came when Rachel instructed the Hispanic girl that she wouldn’t need her for the next shot. As it turned out, the cover image for the next magazine was going to feature all of the models except for Olivia, who would instead be getting sole billing on the back cover. Or to be more accurate, it was going to feature you surrounded by the rears of the girls, serving to emphasise the ‘power’ being displayed.
You caught only a small glimpse of a figure approaching from behind before the sky above you was suddenly filled with the immense girth of Kat’s booty, her legs moving to straddle the seat as her wide hips loomed above you with ominous intent. An attempt to scream died in your throat as the jiggling flesh froze mid-fall, a single drop of sweat dripping from one succulent cheek to splash upon your face. Finally regaining some strength in your limbs, you flipped yourself over with the intent of scrambling away, only to freeze again as you were met with the stimulating sight of Midori backing up towards your perch on all fours, her own gigantic behind moving towards you like a hungry beast. You tried to rise to your knees, only to be pitched forward into the nearest cheek when the Asian girl bumped lightly into the chair’s leading edge, a shudder running through her as she felt the impact.
Fortunately, you bounced off the taunt flesh. Less fortunately, any chance of escape you may have had vanished as the remaining models closed in from the sides. The butt above you wobbled visibly as the impressive rears of Yakima and Cori pressed in from either side, while your footing shook once more as Ruby and Akari squeezed their way between the former two and Midori’s own rear. With nowhere to go you were left in a confused state between abject fear and uncontrolled arousal as the camera snapped away, the flesh around you shifting in tantalising undulations as your co-workers moved to adjust their angles and shadows. The air around you heated up by several degrees as miasma of sweat and earthy tones swept over you, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate as traitorous thoughts attempt to drive you to leap upon one or more of the prizes being presented for your pleasure. It didn’t help that whenever the camera wasn’t working you were sure the models were deliberately wiggling their butts for your benefit, each seemingly trying to draw you closer.
You did eventually regain enough of your composure to at least attempt to pose in ways that didn’t make you look like an idiot, though you half expected it was pointless, and that no matter what you did now the front cover was going to feature a shot of you staring dumbly at a looming ass. When Rachel called for an end to the shot, you allowed yourself a breath of relief when the girls managed to back off without sitting on you, thankful to find that this time it was Yakima who lifted you up, sparing you an apologetic smile as she quickly cradled you to her chest. Though your mouth was now plugged with the model’s sweaty flesh, you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain, just relieved to be in the hands on someone you knew cared. Even Rachel’s announcement that she wanted to finish out the shoot by getting a few shots of the girls ‘in action’ and competing for their ‘prize’ to highlight the primal nature of the hunt wasn’t enough to bring you down, barely even registering to your ears.
A tremor of concern did run down your spine as the chair was taken away and Yakima gingerly set you on the ground, your new roommate unable to hide the concern from her face as she backed off to the edge of the shooting zone, forming a rough circle together with the other models. Distracted, you’d missed the first part of Rachel’s directions, tuning in just in time for her to call “action”, as if you’d suddenly be transferred to a film set. It seemed you weren’t the only one confused, as the rest of the girls were caught flatfooted when Olivia surged forward, reacting too slowly to stop her from slamming her foot down on your vulnerable body with force. Your upper body was smashed flat in an instant, your face squeezed into the crevice of her toes while your legs kicked feebly at the air.
Shocked, Yakima grabbed the other model by the arm, ready to pull her off when Rachel suddenly shouted for everyone to hold and the camera started snapping away, would-be rescuers freezing instinctively in various stages of grabbing or reaching for Olivia. From your perspective, you could only lament your fate as your tormentor made no effort to alleviate the force upon you, shifting all of her significant weight to the offending foot and allowing herself to smirk as she felt your squishy body soaking up her sweat. After several minutes finding the perfect angle you were finally scrapped free, left behind in a twisted mess as the models’ reset, the stern gaze of Rachel preventing anyone from coming to your aid as you struggled to reform. This time, everyone surged forward together, the battle for you beginning in earnest now as the ground shook with their booming footsteps.
The next two rounds provided you with some degree of respite as your co-workers ran interference on Olivia and allowed Yakima to scoop you up. The first saw you held gently to the bodacious Asian’s stomach while others looked on with various degrees of jealously. The second, your being brought to your roommate’s lips as she planted a firm kiss upon your brow. You dared to hope for more of the same as you finally regained some semblance of movement, only to be sent scrambling uselessly as the alliance broke down in the face of each model’s desire to get her own shots with you. Caught off-guard by the sudden shift, Yakima was easily knocked aside as several hands grasped for you, and in the end it was Cori who emerged victorious, gleefully resting you upon her cleavage as she pouted for the camera. The next round saw you snatched by Midori and squeezed lightly betwixt her thighs.
Had things retained such tameness you would have had little reason to object, but then Olivia dived on you breasts first, her massive assets steamrolling you, and all bets were offs. What followed was a blur of torment as concern for your safety was rapidly replaced with the need to win. You weren’t even given the chance to try to reform as Olivia reached for you again, but this time she was stopped in her tracks as a running jump from Kat saw you splattered beneath the other model’s generous behind. Another few snaps of the camera and then Akari was landing on you with both feet, raising herself on her toes and you as she posed for her shot. Then a dive from Ruby saw you squeezed painfully into the redhead’s armpit, followed by a head-on collision between Cori and Midori that saw your paper-thin body somehow trapped between the blonde’s breasts and the Asian girl’s rear.
Even Yakima, still deeply concerned for your safety, found herself inevitably dragged into the melee. When she was finally able to grab you again a swipe from Olivia forced your would-be protector to shove you back between her breasts for protection, the camera catching her mid-deposit before she even had time to fully realise what she had done. Again and again the cycle repeated, Rachel eager to get multiple shots and poses for each model’s victory, already imagining the potential profits from selling the unused shots as a bonus issue for their more dedicated readers. Unable to do anything to defend yourself, you were flattened, squished and twisted by every body part imaginable, your very existence as a human being seemingly cast aside in favour of your use as a prop for these women. It was only the occasional spark of regret you’d see from one model or another after a particularly brutal squashing that let you hold on to any hope of salvation. Though such thoughts were difficult to maintain when Olivia’s body was claiming you for the umpteenth time as its personal plaything.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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