Realer Than Life Advertisement
By Ordos Tsceri

"Broaden your market and spread your appeal with Realer Than Life Advertisement!  Posters, Videos, Displays, All Mediums and Media are covered!  Always seeking models."

Lyn read the pamphlet again, checking to make sure that she had the right place.  Of course, the non-descript building in front of her had Realer Than Life Advertisement written above the door on a large, plain white sign, but other than that it looked just like anything in the old industrial-park down the road from the mall.  

She was nervous.  She'd always been a bit self-conscious, it was one of the reasons she decided to get into this line of business.  She had hoped learning to pose and having her picture spread about town would cure her of her shyness.  Maybe it would, if she could build up the confidence to go through with it.  A job or two modeling, getting her picture out there, she was certain that would cure her of her shyness.  

And maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to make a career out of it.  It had been two years since she'd graduated from high school, and although the coffee shop she'd been working in since then had been fun she really didn't want to stay a barista forever.  

Well, she thought, there's no helping it if you can't take this step.  She took a deep breath, trying to still her pounding heart, and opened the door.

The building was just as generic on the inside as it was on the outside.  There was a receptionist behind a desk-alcove in the wall and a bunch of chairs.  The place was scarcely decorated, which was rather surprising for an advertisement firm.  Lyn didn't know much about this place, just that they were new and looking for any models they could get, which made them the only ones not asking for years of modeling experience.

She approached the woman at the desk who had been attentively watching her since she opened the door.  It took all the effort she could muster not to just turn around.

"Um… I heard you were looking for models?" she asked, placing the brochure she found on the receptionist's desk.

The woman smiled. She was a pleasant looking middle-aged woman with a conservative dress.  "Ah, yes.  I take it you don't have an appointment?"

Lyn bit her lip and shook her head.

The receptionist smiled warmly, "Don't worry about it, dear.  You look magnificent, and we really do need some models.  I'll tell Mister Tyler you're coming, he'll chat with you, and, more likely than not, he'll have a job for you sweetie.  His room is at the end of the hallway to your right."

"Oh, um… thank you."  Lyn gave her a little head-nod and rushed down the hall.  Could it actually be this easy?

The office wasn't hard to find.  It was a short hall, just the office and two rooms on the other side.  She opened the door before she could think better of it.

A man was working, rather intensely, on his computer.  "Ah, Mrs. Ellsworth said a model candidate was coming down here… good, good, we really need some models just now.   Getting things off the ground, you see…"

He looked up and his expression instantly lightened.  

He was young, a twenty-something entrepreneur, most likely.  Everything about him screamed 'liberal arts major'; he was lean without quite being skinny, wore a tasteful sweater, designer jeans, and glasses that probably cost more than Lyn saw in two months.

"Wow, yes… yes you're perfect!"

"Um… pardon?" Lyn asked.

"Oh, sorry, sorry.  It's just, I've had a big project on my hands, something we need to get off the ground, so to speak.  I must admit, it's been something of an embarrassment for us.  Imagine, cutting new edge of the advertisement industry and we don't have brand recognition!

"But we're working on it.  I just bought some space at the airport, indefinite duration, maximum exposure, we just needed the model for the ad.  And you are perfect for it!  I'll have legal draw up your contract and we can do your shoot today!"

"Really?  You think I'd be good for it?" a blush crept on Lyn's soft, cute face.  

"Absolutely!  Here, I'll get the ball rolling on the contract, but we need this done ASAP.  Think you'd mind heading over to cosmetics to fix things up for your shoot?"

"Oh, uh… sure!"  Lyn could hardly believe this.


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Lyn looked amazing.  

She knew she'd never been unattractive, in ay objective sense of the word.  She'd been self conscious though, mostly about her rather modest breast size.  She knew she could pull of cute, but she had doubted if she could pull of beautiful.

Now… well, Realer Than Life Advertisement may be new, but their people were top-notch.

She called herself Izzy, and she could work wonders.  She was subtle with the makeup, a delicate gloss over her lips made them look soft and inviting.  Dark eye liner highlighted her bright green eyes and made her look almost exotic. She worked some blush and other things Lyn didn't quite recognize, and seemed to have magically created the gorgeous woman staring back at her in the mirror.  

The dress went a long way.  It was a simple pink affair, but the way it was made hugged her perfectly, highlighting her hips like the makeup had highlighted her face.  Best of all, the bra hugged her breasts, pushing them up and out.  Lyn was amazed; she had cleavage!  The dress exposed it, tastefully presenting Lyn's breasts in a way she'd never managed.  It hugged her waist and thigh before splitting into a skirt with a long slit along the side that exposed her milky white leg.  A pair of light high-heels completed the set-up.

"This is amazing…"

"Oh girl, come back to me with some actual time and I'll show you amazing."

"She really can work wonders!" a new voice chimed in.  Lyn saw that it belonged to a young woman dressed in a suit.  She was full of youthful energy, from her bright brown eyes to the spring in her posture and especially the enthusiasm in her voice.  "I just came down from legal and I have your contract.  Just sign and we can begin!"

"Um, what exactly is this for?"

"Your photo-shoot!  Here, follow me to the photo booth.  There's a table there you can use for this.  My name's Suzy, by the way.  I handle the technical side of things here.  Well, I'm in charge of the team that does."

She seemed nice, Lyn thought.  

"Is there much of a technical side to all of this?" Lyn asked as the two walked.

"Oh, goodness yes!  It's the whole crux of the operation, really.  Anyone can do some pictures with a slogan, we're putting ourselves ahead of that!  We've been perfecting some new techniques that make our ads more eye-catching, our images more appealing.  It's… well, to be clichéd, it makes our ads so realistic that they appear more real than real life!"

Lyn couldn't help but giggle as they entered a different room.  Most of it was taken up by what looked like a large booth with machinery towards its rear.  Lyn really had no idea what to make of it.  She couldn't see much of it, but it had room inside for a person or so.  Suzy didn't pay any attention to it, so neither did Lyn.  The rest of the room was full of photo-set with a green-screen background, numerous lights, and a mounted expensive looking camera.

"If you'll just sign here we can begin!"

Lyn looked at the contract.  Nothing really seemed out of place as she skimmed over the thirty page ordeal.  Were contracts usually that long?  Realer Than Life was claiming ownership of the products of the photo shoot and marketing rights, yada yada, and… holy hell, "is this right?  Are you really paying 10k for this?"

"Yeah… we're starting out, we really need some help getting things off the ground.  In all likelihood we won't be offering anything like that this time next week.  Especially if this job goes as well as Tyler thinks it will.  You really did come here just in time."

Lyn signed the contract.  She'd never get another chance like this in her life.  

"All right, so... um, no what?"

Suzy gestured towards the green-wall by the camera.  

For twenty minutes Lyn posed in every way she could imagine.  Suzy would say something, and she'd react.  Be pouty!  Be suggestive!  Now wave at your boyfriend!  The bit of blush that crept onto her soft cheeks at the mention of a boyfriend encouraged Suzy.  It was kind of embarrassing for Lyn, but way too much fun to object.  She could see why it took professionals to do this, though; the lights were hot, the non-stop posing was surprisingly draining, and it was rather hard to match the position Suzy was thinking of.

"Okay, that was good.  Keep the smile, think about your boy-toy coming back at the end of a long day, you're ready for a fun night, but you have something to show him first, something he'll love.  Just to your left… perfect!"  Lyn smiled, her posture presenting her breasts a bit, the lovely dress showing off her hips, waist, and her long leg through its slit, her left arm extended with her right one subtly following suit to gently guide attention to some imaginary point to her left.  

She just barely noticed Suzy hitting a knob on the strange looking camera before the flash went off.  

Lyn held the pose as best she could.  And then she kept on holding it.  

"Ah, yes!  That's perfect!"  Suzy rushed over to Lyn.  "The flash is the first step in the manufacturing.  It'll keep you still and prep you for the real deal.  Don't worry, we know it feels fine."  She carefully got her hands underneath Lyn's shoulders and lifted her, struggling a bit with the weight.  

Lyn was shocked.  She couldn't move.  She couldn't blink, breathe, wiggle, or speak… not that she'd know what she'd say.  'Oh, you seem to have turned me into a posing doll?   Why, might I ask, did you do that?'  It seemed kind of silly, but there really wasn't anything intelligent to say in this situation, even if she could speak.

Although… she had to admit, it felt kind of nice.  

"Ugh… we need to find a way to make the models lighter…"

Suzy placed the frozen Lyn down inside the strange booth.  From here Lyn could see that it was indeed small on the inside; most of it seemed to be machinery.  The little booth seemed to be made of some smooth, reflective metal.  Maybe steel?  

"We're really proud of this part," Suzy said as she angled the stiff Lyn in the strange room, "flattening distorts the shape.  If you roll a three dimensional object through a wringer you get a two dimensional object with exaggerated proportions.  We're working on a way around that, but we've already perfected a technique that does the deed while conserving mass and figure!  Well, it's almost perfect, anyway.  The part we're still working on… well, it doesn't matter now.  Let's fire her up!"

The room became alive with noise.  The growl of electric motors, the whirl of unseen gears, the rattling of all manner of machine parts filled the room, only be to dwarfed by a loud, massive, metallic grinding just as Suzy ducked out of the room, securely shutting the door behind her.  The far wall began to rumble, inching towards her.

The stiff Lyn suddenly had the unpleasant realization that the room was perfectly smooth; there was no door knob on this side.  Not that she could reach it if she tried.  Even though all this registered, she wasn't particularly frightened.  It all seemed too unreal, too silly.  She was actually kind of curious to see what would happen when the distant wall finally hit her, almost as if she was curious about how a dream would end.

Bit by bit the stainless steel wall inched closer.  As it neared her frozen form Lyn could see her reflection in it.  She really did look great.  A smile halfway between cute and sultry, soft pink lips, cute pink dress.  Whatever happened next, she'd bet she'd look good as it.  

She wasn't certain what she expected would happen when the steel walls began to close on her.  The bursts of steam from the side walls were definitely not it.  They sprayed some type of mist over her as the walls closed.  First she felt their cold pressure on the tips of her breasts.  It pressed her back, rubbing her rear against the other wall.  It felt kind of good as the pressure built.  The funny, definitely not unpleasant feeling spread, from the tips of her nipples to the rest of her breasts, from her butt-cheeks to the small of her back, and then across her shoulders, head, face, legs… it felt as if something was closing down on her, draping over her and bending uniformly over her curves.  It was stranger than anything she'd ever known to realize that the opposite was true.  

She was pressed down, feeling the delightful, tickling pressure across her entire body.  She still couldn't move, but as the pressure spread it felt almost like she couldn't remember how to move.  It felt like every part of her, from her cute lips and perky breasts to the secret depths of her womanhood was being touched.  

Then the whirring noise increased, and she felt a tug at the bottom of her fleet.  Her feet had been flattened facing the machine, which had compacted them from toe to heel, so it felt peculiarly odd for every part of that to be tugged simultaneously.  Rollers, it felt like, tugging and pulling downward, somehow further flattening her as they worked.  

Where the press has been broad and general, the rollers were strong and precise.  She nearly fainted as the roller passed over her sex, and again from the pleasure of them going over her breasts.  The roller fed her to another one, which repeated the glorious sensation.  And another, each one further flattening Lyn.  She lost herself in the sensation.

It was dark in the machine, amidst the rollers and wringers.  She wasn't aware of anything until light began to peek through the machine.  Light, and an incredible warmth as she passed through a final pair of rollers that seemed to press her onto something else, something cooler, flat…

It moved, and bit by bit as she was pressed onto it, she moved too.  The machine pushed her, warm and euphoric, out back into the light where Suzy and Tyler were watching eagerly.

"She… she came out perfectly!" Tyler said.

"I told you she would!"  Suzy replied, before making eye-contact with Lyn, "you did a wonderful job!  I couldn't have gotten a more perfect pose in a thousand years!  You'll be great, hon."  

Suzy pulled out a mirror from her suit and angled it at Lyn's eyes.  Lyn saw what had become of her; she'd been enlarged and printed on a glossy paper, gesturing at Realer Than Life Advertisement's stylized logo, complete with contact information.  Against her was a minimist blue backdrop that tastefully directed attention to Lyn and the

"She won't crease, will she?"

"Nope!"  Suzy happily replied, "we made sure to work that kink out.  We can roll her up safely and unroll her good as new at the airport".

With that she began to roll up the large banner, side to side.  Lyn was wrapped up, lengthwise.  She was still in a vague, euphoric state from the ringers, but she recognized the incredibly disorienting feeling.  Her body ended up making three full rotations of the tube, rubbing one breast against the back of another, her right foot facing the opposite direction of her left (which was two rolls away).  With nothing to see and nothing but the strange disorienting roll to pay attention to Lyn drifted into something like sleep.


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Lyn woke up to the light of a window.  It was a large window, maybe ten yards long by six high.  It looked out onto a vast pavement full of airplanes.  Lyn pieced together some buildings she recognize as the nearby Seattle National Airport.  

She was being spread.  Some men were pushing her and the ad against what she guessed was part of the airport terminal.  They were using brushes to paste the ad against the wall.  They seemed to be professionals; they didn't leave a nudge, wrinkle, or any imperfection beneath the long banner.

They were finished quickly, leaving Lyn smiling out and gesturing toward the Realer Than Life slogan.  She did notice the eyes of the installation men lingered on her as they left.  Lyn smiled.  She couldn't do anything else.  The full realization of what happened hit her.  

I'm a poster!  I'm some type of picture on an advertisement!  Why does that seem so hot?  

She took in more of her surroundings and knew exactly where she was.  The main terminals were connected to the airport proper by a series of motorized walkways.  Why they bothered with such things instead of a simple hallway always baffled her, but they did sell adspace along the walkway.  She'd bet she was strategically positioned along the most traveled path.

Travelers began coming in, going to planes, coming from them, and Lyn just smiled out at them.  They took notice.  She could feel their eyes wandering over her, each and every pair, first glancing over, then exploring, wandering over her lady parts.  It was… exhilarating, to say the least.  

This was all so much.  It wasn't right.  She didn't want to be a photograph or a printed copy or… whatever she was.  Well… at the very least she would have liked to know before they did it.  Granted, even if she did know when she walked into the photo booth Lyn wasn't sure she would have objected.  

She just looked out over the airport walkway and smiled her pouty, inviting smile.  Not much else she could do, but she was enjoying it.  She knew she looked hot in the dress she was in, and she relished the lingering gaze of the guys who traveled by on the automated sidewalk.  

And then she saw him.  David Kessler.  First period bio junior year, third period English and fourth period art senior year, regular customer at the coffee shop she'd worked at for the last two years (Monday through Friday at 8:35 AM, mocha-espresso with a dash of cinnamon).  For four years now she'd been keeping a bashful eye on the dashing David.  She'd never admit it, but more than a few nights had seen her thinking fondly of him with her shower-head before falling to sleep.

He was on the walkway in a denim jacket with a duffel-bag over one of his broad shoulders.  His attention was invested in a trade-magazine he held with one hand.  That, is until his passed Lyn.  

He caught her in the corner of one of his lovely sky-blue eyes.  He stared at her, a pleased smile on his lips.  He couldn't tear his gaze away from her.  She saw his eyes wander up and down her flattened form, unabashedly taking in her breasts and hips before settling on her face.  

He even ran against the conveyor, bumping into some travelling business men, to keep looking.  After lingering on her body for another moment his eyes followed her hands to text she had been printed by.  He quickly dug out his cell phone and type in the number.  She couldn't quite hear what he said, although she could piece together the words 'advertisement firm' and 'jaw-dropping'.  She felt like she'd burn up from blushing, but all she could do was smile invitingly at him as he was carried down the hall.

He ogled her!  She could believe he'd just stared at her, enjoying her body, her curves, her face!  She could barely make eye contact with him at the coffee shop, but she held his eyes!  Well, as much as she could just now.  

She wanted to shudder, to do something!  She'd never felt so sexy.  She could feel each pair of eyes as they moved over her, but none had touched her like David.  It was just so delicious.  She wasn't certain if he recognized her as the shy girl behind the coffee counter, and that somehow made it all the more wonderful.  

And bubbling up in the back of her mind was the strangely satisfying fact that, after he'd admired her, he took note of the text and placed a call.  She'd moved product!  That's what ads were for, right?  She had been successful!  

The day pressed on and Lyn relished the sensation of hundreds, then thousands of eyes running over her.  She smiled prettily at all of them, invitingly, playfully.  She had to admit, it was a remarkably easy job.  Even more so, being presented before so many who admired her beauty, who stop to take note of her, who explored her presented face with eager eyes, well, she was finding it very enjoyable.  

Eventually the sun began to set over the terminal window.  She realized that this particular part of the airport didn't close at night, even though the flow of passengers diminished notably.  Still, she caught their attention and was delighted by their probing eyes.  

As the first rays of dawn began to creep into the window she stood, figuratively speaking, ready to embrace the new day.  It'd be another great one, she was sure.  Just… come to think of it, how many more days would she be up here?  She hadn't paid much attention to the contract at the time, not much beyond the pay.  As she smiled against the new day she remembered how Tyler was excited about his new, indefinite contract for ad space in the international airport.