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A Crushing Gig
🕑 Added 2022-06-22 02:33:03 +0000 UTC *All characters in the image are above the age of 18 and all parties involved all consent to what is happening even if it looks otherwise. “Alright girls, let’s break for lunch. Hiroto and myself will be back in fifteen for lunch, so you two relax, hang tight, and we’ll see you in a bit.” Ahiko clapped, nodded at the two contrastingly haired beauties smiling at him. “Okie dokie! Sounds like a plan boss!” Ann giggled, tilting her head to the right with a bob of her blond twintails, as she winked her baby blue eye at the two hipster-style men standing before her and her co-model and rival. Mika did her best not to roll her eyes, as she cutely giggled and did a little nod, both men blushing at the two girl’s reactions. “Indeed, we’ll play nice and have some fun. Enjoy your meal boys.” Mika cooed, Ann now having to be the one to hold back her groans of annoyance with the superbly acting chocolate haired girl standing next to her. The two teenage girls simply stood there, waving as the two men began to make their way out of the photo-prepped, but otherwise empty gymnasium they had set up in. As they rounded the corner and the sound of their footsteps went silent, both women let out a sigh. “Wow, REALLY Ann, ‘okie dokie’? You sound like a child. We’re models, you dumb bimbo, we’re supposed to be seductive and cute, not obnoxious.” Mika snarled her perfectly straight pearly whites into a bitey grin, Ann giving a huff Mika’s way as the blue dressed bitch applied a fresh coat of cherry red to her lips. “Oh come on Mika, be nice. You know you attract… uh, however that saying goes, sugar… ugh, whatever!” Ann blew a raspberry at the unnamused model, as she gave her simply dressed self a little stretch, raising her hands high to the air with a soft grunt and smile. Both girls were vastly different ends of the fashion spectrum. For Ann, her hair was done up in her small-time iconic twintails, her lips coated with a sweet glossy coating, and her outfit could only be described as sexy casual: what with her jersey-like top, her cut-off short short jeans, and her weather-ironic top lazily tied around her waist. Mika however was a classic, almost ageless beauty. Her beautiful brown hair ran down her back and over her shoulders like a waterfall, her neck was graced with a lovely necklace, and her body was hugged sensually. Mika’s harsh smile quickly cut to a cruel glare at the mention of sugar, her eyes looking up and down Ann’s body, knowing what shit she shoveled into that unfairly gorgeous mouth. Ann caught Mika’s nasty glance, and could only chuckle and shake her head. "You know what Mika? Today I think I’ll take your advice, and get a water, instead of a sweet tea.” Ann closed her eyes with confirmation to her choice, knowing that Mika knew that the only reason she was doing this, was to tease the aggressive model. If Ann didn’t know Mika, the single, raised, stretched out finger pointed her way might have ruffled her feathers, but with the circumstances, all Ann could do was giggle, close her eyes, and do a cute little waltzy-skip the same way the magazine guys had. “Oops, ‘scuse me!” Ann apologized with a small chirp, her eyes opening wide as she felt her shoulder brush against someone else as she made her way down the hall. It didn’t click with Ann that the gym they were shooting in was closed, nor did she get a good look at the girl who said nothing and kept walking. “‘Least you could have done is say ‘thanks’.” Ann puffed her cheeks a little as she looked back for only a second, before finally stopping before the vending machine… if she had, she would have seen the uniformed, ever-so-slightly curly haired girl enter the room Ann had just left. Ann let out a small ‘ahhh’ after taking the bottle from her lips, the final gulp of water tracing down her slender neck. She forgot how good the life-granting liquid tasted, and even made a promise that she would drink more… even if that promise would be short lived, for several reasons… “Hey Mika, this stuff is-... Huh, oh, you’re that girl from before.” Ann’s eyes widened a little, as she stared at the strange woman standing near the trash can. The fresh arrival smiled, Ann giving a small smile back, before Ann froze. “Uh, actually, wait, first, do you know where my ‘friend’ went, and second, I don’t think-” But Ann’s overly bubbly, if not cautious and curious voice was cut off, as the only sound left was an echoing snap, then silence… before the girl started to walk to where Ann had been standing. One moment, Ann had been looking head on at brown eyed and fluffy haired woman, the contrast of her black and yellow school uniform one that was new to Ann… then, in the literal blink of Ann’s eyes, she wasn’t just looking at the woman, she was looking up at her… and the rest of the now gigantic gym… “W-What happened…” Ann gasped, sweat instantly kissing her once dry skin, as she felt her entire body shake, and the booming sounds of dress shoes stomping closer and closer fill her ears. “W-Who are you?! What did you DO?!” Ann shrieked, not that she was going to get an answer. No, all that was given to her was a smug, dominating smile shot her way, as the giant put her hands on her hips. “Well, well, well, I always heard you models were big in the right places, but you look like just another bug bitch to me.” Ann felt her body go cold at the cruel words practically drooled down at her from the grinning giantess. “You’re probably asking ‘who I am’, and ‘how I did this’, well, my name is Ai, but seeing as you’re a pathetic, lowly insect in need of a snuffing, whatever scream you let out before I kill you will do just fine.” Ai’s teeth were barred like the predator she was, Ann’s throat felt as if she were choking on some squishy mass, her chest hurt, and she wanted to cry… well, she already was, but she wasn’t even aware it had started to happen till she felt her cheek wetten. “P-P-Please say you're joking… w-where’s Mika? I-I…” Ann mumbled, Ai finally stopping right in front of the minute blonde, who was clutching her stomach in pain. If witch of a bitch wanted, she could have easily just scooted her foot forward, and smeared the small sex-icon with her foot with ease… a rest smear on her sole already proving this. “I still can’t hear you past that annoying, shrill scream you’re crying out.” Ai mocked, starting to bend down, her hand outstretched, as Ann threw up her own in a futile effort to stop the tree trunk-like fingers from grabbing her. And grab they did, Ann’s eyes went wider than they had previously, her ribs and stomach felt as if they were set ablaze, as she wheezed. Every ounce of breath she had in her body had been knocked away by the simple action of Ai picking her up… her throat burned, her eyes instantly going redder than her unsummonable thief outfit… “Now, how should I kill you… usually I just step on you fucking worthless insects, but… something about you REALLY pisses me off… reminds me of a little cunt that I also enjoyed ending in a very special way…” Ai said, her smile turning to a glare as her eyes looked over the pair of twintails. Sure, they were blonde, but something about them made her think back to the little popped-idol she dealt with, and it went past just the hair style. Every time that Ai rubbed her index finger even slightly against Ann and her palm, Ann could feel her skin be strained as it was pulled left and right, bruises and burns forming under her ruffled outfit. She wanted to vomit, and scream, and wish her fellow heroic friends there and then to save her… but all she was able to do was suffer the impossible reality she was forced to live through. “Hmmm, I have an idea!” Ai chirped in a menacingly positive manner as she flexed her finger, Ann’s eyes bugging as she felt her chest begin to press in. She could feel her ribs and spine begin to threaten to shatter against the soft, yet flexing skin on either side of her form. It was like a near full body massage, but past the fear, there was only a second where Ann could have even considered the weight pressing into herself even remotely pleasant… every other second was a torturous existence of utter agony. Her lungs burned, her eyes, lips, and nose were an endless source of running liquids, and as the pressure intensified, the softest, faintest of reds began to meld into the mix… but right as that started to happen, Ann wheezed and felt the compressing begin to relax, and air begin to start flowing through her, painfully but thankfully more normally. “You know, they say ‘you are what you eat’, but I don’t see a model, I see a disgusting, shitty bug… plus I’m watching my weight, unlike you little fat asses… so I’m not going to eat you.” Ai grinned a glare down at Ann. Sure, the little blonde almost looked like a bit of candy, and applying the logic from the beginning of the giantess’ sentence, Ann WAS a candy, but like Ai said: she was watching her already extremely light weight. “Crushing you under my heel would be redundant…” Ann’s blood went cold despite how hot she felt due to the confirming implication of what happened to Mika. Ai put her well manicured finger up to her perfectly coated and kept lips. “Well, I must give you a pat on the head! I can’t think of anything else to do with you! Sadly I think with how empty that brainless little skull of yours is, I hope I don’t-” Ai barred her teeth, as she had raised her thumb, as if prepared for a thumb war, and Ann had raised both her hands in tearful pleas for the giant woman to stop… But what Ai had jokingly, and sarcastically said she hoped didn’t happen did, Ann’s scream being snuffed out just like she was by the swiftly descending thumb with a wet crunching splatter of death. Ai’s thumb had rushed directly down, pressing Ann’s face and upper body to the base of her gigantic index. For only a split second, Ann felt literally every ounce of pain be pressed down into her. Her entire life had flashed before her eyes, her failing Shiho, all the times she had made fellow models jealous, every little thing, as she let out a cry. Her beautiful baby blues tore free from their sockets, her teeth practically vaporized as they gritted together into a shattering dust that shot from her squelching mouth. Her entire skull flattened and burst into violent, gory shrapnel, as for a second it cut through her fleshy scalp and hair, before being liquidated by the rest of Ai’s thumbprint. But it wasn’t just Ann’s ditzy dome that had been completely destroyed, as her neck tore open at the seams, letting a spritzing of blood spray all over Ai’s inner thumb length. Ann’s well formed breasts themselves had too much pressure built up, the second the completely broken rib even tapped it, they burst like the balloons they were. Ann’s entire chest just collapsed in, her well-straightened spine fragmented into a billion different parts like a macabre puzzle, and every organ in her body was either squashed flatter than a bug, or was ripped and torn by various bits of bone. “Bleh, red is SO last life you stupid skanky cunt.” Ai cackled as she pulled her thumb back, an entire string of soupy student smeared like a wet wall, as Ai peeled the body from her hand. “Anyway, this is where all you fake bitches go.” Ai mused as she flicked the fucked up body into the trash where the frozen, legless, horrified corpse of Mika was. The irony of the fact that the other half of each crushed girl was missing wasn’t lost on Mika, as she scoffed, sucked on the places the smears were “Alright girls! Ready for the shoot?” Ahiko called out, as the two photographers made their way back into the gym. They got no response, and didn’t see either of the girls. The two men raised their brows, and called out again. “Girls, are you here?... Huh… think they went out to get something to eat as well?” Hiroto shrugged, as he threw his now empty coffee cup into the trash, not even glancing down to see that the girls were very much still there… But with their current statuses, it would make more sense for the photographs being taken of them, to be that of a crime scene… not that anyone would be able to make sense of their shrunken, snuffed out selves…
