“Like, oh my God, Vivian! I totally can’t believe you got us a photoshoot with that famed art director here on campus!” Monica squealed with joy, “This is like the totally best day ever!” The gaggle of sorority girls all giggled with anticipation.
Vivian, the president, flipped her long, radiant blonde locks over her shoulders. “I know right! It only gets better girls~” The group of seven squealed even louder, “He totally offered to not only pay us, but we get to keep whatever outfits we choose! Can you all say win, win?”
“Win, win!” They all echoed back, like a flock of parrots. “Win, win!”
The gaggling group of seven sisters made their way down the studio pathway, excitement and anticipation painted on each of their bodies. These girls were ready to show off their stellar looks. The door to the studio swung open to reveal a young gentleman with a camera in hand.
“Welcome, my dear subjects!” The man grinned with a bow, “My name is James Keneth, and I can’t thank you, ladies, enough for coming today.” He chuckled and gestured for them to follow, “You seven are going to live forever in my art. Trust me, after today you will live the lives of luxury.”
“Did ya hear that, Vivian?” Another blonde, Milly, whispered to her president. “This guy is going to make us filthy stinking rich!”
A sense of accomplishment, and a bit of inflated ego washed over Vivian. “See, I always look after my sisters.” She said resting her hand on Milly’s shoulder, “We are going to beat the other sororities with our popularity due to this.” Her eyes took in James, “He is the key to our success. I have had a class with him for awhile. His work is the type that gathers eyes, and those eyes will soon take us in.”
A collective gasp escaped the mouths of sisters as James lead them into a changing room. One entire wall was a literal rainbow of skirts, dresses, shorts, and blouses. On the floor beneath the clothing was a regular rainbow of Converse shoes in every shade of color. The girls would have questioned his particular taste, but it was obvious the man had money and they didn’t care.
“Well ladies, I leave this to you.” James said with yet another bow, “Feel free to pick whichever outfit tickles your fancy.” He gestured to the nearby door, “I will be back shortly, and we can start with the individual photos.” Eyes landing on Milly, James gestured her forward. “You, my dear shall be the first masterpiece.” He said with a wink before disappearing.
Milly, who’s cheeks were a bright red at this point, squealed with joy. Driven by being the first one chosen, she quickly jumped to find the most spectacular outfit.
“Lucky girl!”, Regina giggled. “Way to go, Flatty!”
“You go, Board!”, Theodosia applauded as she also dug through the outfits.
“But I set this whole thing up…” Vivian grumbled as she made her way towards the violet outfits. “Oh well, I will just have to outdo Milly!” She grinned as her fingers caressed a pair of extremely short shorts. She saw the way James eyed her up during the initial interview, so she knew this would knock his socks off. “Time to make it hard for him to walk.”
Fifteen minutes later James’s voice beckons Milly over an intercom, apparently, he had set up the network to make it easier on the ladies. This way he was not going to interrupt them during their important dress up session.
“Well ladies, it is time for this hot stuff to knock out the photographer!” Milly giggled with a twirl that sent her golden locks spinning. Her outfit of a sky blue top and jean jacket, steel grey shorts and cyan Converse accentuated her modest frame. The outfit was a perfect match for the sister, who was now ready to strut her stuff.
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Milly giggled as she made her way to the photography room. As she strutted the young sorority sister couldn’t help but adjust her hair and outfit as she walked. Truth be told, she wanted to be the best of the best amongst her sisters. She had to be the best!
“Welcome, welcome my dear!” James called from behind the camera as she walked into the room. “I have to say, you are one fine looking gal! If you don’t mind me saying, I am feeling a little turned on right this second.” He chuckled as he continued to adjust the camera lens. “Go ahead and stand in the marked section.”
Noticing the yellow painted square upon the floor, Milly bounced her way to over. That smile spreading further across her lush lips.
“So tell me, Milly.” James said as he continued to adjust his equipment, “Why do you want to be immortalized in art? What drives you to my photoshoot room today?” He inquired, offering the blonde a friendly smile.
“Well… errr…” Milly paused, a stray hand running through her locks of golden wheat, “It… is kind of silly.” She muttered softly, her cheeks taking on a reddish hue. “I just want to outdo the sisters for once…” Milly admitted, her head hung in shame. “It seems every boy, either student or professor, wants one of my sister's. Heck the only reason why Vivian has such good grades is because she had seduced her professors,” Her hands clutched her tiny chest, “They call me Flatty, or Board, because I am less endowed than everyone else.”
Milly shrugged as she struck a pose for the camera, “I just want to show them I can turn heads too…” Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red, “I hope that answers your question…”
The photographer paused, his eyes locked on the ravishing woman before him. His brows knitted together, deep in thought. “Well… if you put it that way.” He chuckled and pressed down a button. From behind his model, a large piece of paper was slowly lowered.
“Milly, would you be a dear and stand right next to that, pretty please?” James asked as he fiddled with the camera. “With this shot, you will guarantee turn heads.”
Milly nodded and made her way to the sheet of paper. Spinning on her heels, she turned to face her photographer, one hand upon her hip as she leaned forward.
“How does this look?” Milly inquired, a smile gracing her lips.
James responded with a smile, “Amazing, you look simply stunning.” The photographer chuckled as he pressed a nearby button, “You will be admired for that flat chest of yours.”
There was no response from Milly, only the soft rustling of a paper being rolled up.
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“Mariah, you are up next.” James' voice filled the room through the intercom.
Mariah, a young woman of Spanish descent smiled brightly. “Must have grown tired of poor old Board.” With a soft laugh, she brushed aside a strand of chocolate brown hair, “He needs a real woman to become his star.”
“Looking pretty good there, Mariah,” Vivian said, secretly admiring how the orange and red floral sundress hugged her sister's well-toned frame.
“Thanks, ~ Though I do wish I had a pair of heels on,” Mariah muttered, “They would look so much better than these crimson sneakers…”
“Hey, it is a free photoshoot.” Regina chimed in, “Plus there are weirder interests than a shoe preference.” She said holding up a pair of black Converse, “James obviously has money he is willing to spend on us to make this photoshoot amazing.”
Mariah sighed, “True that, sister. I guess I shouldn't complain too much.” Grabbing a pair of sunglasses she waved farewell to her sisters. “Catch you all on the flipside.”
Regina waved goodbye to her sister, “Huh, I wonder where the hell Milly is…”
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“Ah Mariah, you look splendid,” James called from behind the camera as the new sister walked in. “Please step into the yellow square, that is where the magic happens.”
Mariah placed her crimson-clad feet in the middle, “So Director, what shall I do for you?” She inquired, trying to sound as seductive as possible.
James eyed the woman in red, “Can you sit on your knees for me? Like completely flat?” He asked, as what appeared to be a blank overhead panel dropped low. “That will provide me with the best shot.”
Mariah, still wanting to impress him, eagerly complied. Using the sundress she covered her entire legs, “Like this~” Mariah giggled as she fiddled with her dress. “I am ready whenever you are.”
James looked up from the camera with a smile. “Well if you say so!’ A series of clanging metal and squishing sounds echoed throughout the room as James continued to smile. “Now we just let that sit those plates sit for about ten minutes, and we are ready for our next model.”
He chuckled as he gently rested a hand on the plates that were pressing down upon Mariah.
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“Regina, would you please bring your sweet self down to the studio?” James called through the intercom about fifteen minutes later.
“Well, girls, time to show off these gals!” Regina, the most well endowed of the sisters laughed. Compared to the previous sisters, she wore the most revealing of the outfits. Regina was quite proud of her large bust and wanted to have her best part be seen during her photoshoot.
She wore a black tank top, which was obviously two sizes too small, but it accentuated her curves like no one's business. Her short shorts left very little to the imagination, as they barely covered her ass. Her smooth legs were like ivory that ended in a pair of traditional black Converse. “This guy has a weird taste, but I gotta say, I like the look.” Pulling out a stick of ruby red lipstick, she gave her lips a quick once-over. “Now we are good to go. Catch you ladies on the flipside.”
Vivian waved as her sister left, “Have fun~” She cheered as Regina strutted her stuff right out the door. Turning to her remaining she raised a curious brow, “Ladies, do you have any idea where Mariah and Milly are? They have been gone for quite some time.”
The remaining three sisters shook their head at their president.
“Nah, ma’am. Maybe they went back to the house after the photos were taken?” Monica said as she added another layer of makeup.
“Could be, I mean what else could be happening?” Theodosia added as she laced up her shoes. “I am sure they are fine, it's not like they are being taken away or anything like that.”
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With a hiss of air, the four compression plates lifted from their resting position. James, with a huge grin on his lips, stepped to the ivory and black cube that rested on the floor. “Oh Regina, you look absolutely astounding right here.” He chuckled as his finger traced a finger along the compressed and enlarged lips of the sorority girl. The sheer pressure from the compression caused certain parts of the young woman to spread out.
Wrapping his arms around the warm, soft cubed Regina, James carried her off to the side. Kneeling down he placed the cube next to an orange and crimson floral cube. “We are almost complete.”
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An hour later Vivian found herself to be the last of the sorority sisters sitting the dressing room. She tried to tell herself that James was saving the best for last, in fact, she worried more about that than her own missing sisters!
After another five minutes, James’ voice crackled over the speakers, beckoning the young woman to his studio.
“About damn time!” She hissed as she brushed any wrinkles from the soft, cream dress she wore. Her golden locks bounced over her shoulders as she quickly made her way down the hallway. Pushing aside the doors Vivian let her eyes wander around the room as she strode over to the beckoning James. On the far side of the room, she could make out a series of cubes underneath a blanket. “Do you want me to pose on those cubes?” She asked curiously.
James shook his head as he gestured to the square at their feet. “Not yet my dear,” James said as he stepped over to the camera. “For now we are going to start with you sitting cross-legged on the floor. You are my final piece, henceforth my masterpiece.” He flashed her a bright smile, “I am sorry for keeping you waiting.”
Following the photographer's instructions, Vivian proceeded to sit cross-legged on the floor. “Oh, it is not a problem, sir.” She replied shooting him a seductive smile, “I am just happy to be here, immortalized by photos, my ultimate wish.”
“Well, it seems I am your genie.” James laughed as he pressed the button, “Sorry love, it won’t be as a picture, but more as furniture.”
“Furni--” A look of shock flashed across Vivian’s face as the compression plates quickly collided with the young blonde. An intense feeling pressure and heat washed over her body as the plates began to deform and compress her body into a brand new shape. Vivian tried to moan in displeasure, but she couldn’t even squeak due to the pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity the plates let up with a hiss, however, Vivian found out that she couldn’t even move! In fact, her body felt like it was stuck in this cramped position.
“Wow, Vivian! That is quite the look.” James laughed as he knelt over the newest cube. “It is amazing, besides your frontal side, everything is gold and white! Hot damn, you are one great cube.” He sighed as ran a hand along the top of her cubed head. “You ladies are too kind to me, going to such lengths to dress up and be cubed by me. All it took was the promise of giving you a free photoshoot, and now I have myself that brand new cube couch for the fraternity auction!”
Taking Vivian in his hands, James brought the cubed up president over to the rest of her sisters. “Thank you so much ladies, I hope you all enjoy the rest of your lives as an exotic couch set for the highest frat bidder!”
Laughing to himself James strode out of his studio and down the long hallway to his office. Sculptures and paintings of various woman moaned as he walked past, previous models who worked for him. Entering his own office James fished out a piece of paper from his pocket and began to unfold it.
“Well Milly, it is time for our private time.” He smiled at the flattened poster of Milly, “Like I said before, you will be the most admired of the sisters. I will be keeping special care of you, and you will be put to good use.”