[Story] 3 Mini stories! (Patreon)

Hi hi ✨

Hope your week's off to a good start! If not, I've got something that might perk you up.

Today's special: 3 short stories, including a prequel to this story (Rachel, the model) I promised a while back (better late than never, right? 😅). Also! I've got some exclusives for all tiers. Why? Just because! I'll publish them shortly.

Here's the breakdown:

• 3 short stories for everyone with their respective images.

• For tiers 3 & 4: 2 extra images per story (that's 6 extra in total, 9 if you count the ones everyone gets!)

Hope these tales lift your spirits if you need it. Can't wait to hear what you think, especially about that prequel!

Happy reading, everyone! (Oh, btw, all fmg-35 universe stories)

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Story 1: The Rooftop Rendezvous

The sun dipped below the city skyline, painting the rooftop bar in hues of orange and pink. Tom wiped down the bar counter, stealing glances at the statuesque woman perched on a stool at the far end. Her name was Zoe, and she'd been a regular for the past month.

"Another mojito, Zoe?" Tom called out, already reaching for the mint leaves.

Zoe looked up from her phone and flashed a smile that made Tom's heart skip a beat. "You read my mind, Tom. Cheers!"

As he mixed her drink, Tom couldn't help but admire how Zoe's leather top hugged her muscular frame, or the way her mini skirt showed off her long, powerful legs. He'd grown used to the new average female height of 7'1", but Zoe still managed to take his breath away.

"Rough day at the office?" Tom asked, sliding the mojito across the bar.

Zoe sighed, taking a long sip. "You could say that. Had to fire someone today. Never gets easier, you know?"

Tom nodded sympathetically. "Can't say I do, but it sounds tough. Want to talk about it?"

"Nah, I'd rather hear about your day," Zoe said, leaning forward. "Any interesting customers?"

Tom chuckled. "Well, there was this bloke who tried to impress his date by ordering the most expensive whiskey we have. Couldn't handle it, spat it out all over himself."

Zoe burst out laughing, her deep voice carrying across the nearly empty rooftop. "Oh, mate. That's brilliant. Poor guy's ego must've been in shambles."

"Speaking of egos," Tom said, feeling a surge of courage, "how's a lovely lady like yourself still single?"

Zoe raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Who says I am?"

Tom felt his face flush. "Oh, I just assumed... I mean, you're always here alone, and-"

"Relax, I'm just teasing," Zoe chuckled. "Truth is, I've been too busy with work to bother with dating. Plus, it's hard to find someone who sees past... all this." She gestured vaguely at her impressive physique.

Tom leaned on the bar, closing some of the distance between them. "Well, if you ask me, anyone who can't see past that is missing out on a pretty amazing person."

Zoe's eyes widened slightly, a genuine smile replacing her usual confident smirk. "Tom, are you flirting with me?"

"Depends," he replied, feeling his confidence grow. "Is it working?"

Zoe laughed, shaking her head. "You know what? It just might be. How about you fix me one more mojito, and we continue this conversation after your shift?"

Tom grinned, already reaching for the rum. "I'd like that very much."

As he mixed the drink, Tom couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Maybe tonight was the beginning of something special, something that went beyond the usual bartender-customer dynamic. And as he looked at Zoe's warm smile, he realised that her height and strength didn't intimidate him anymore – they were just part of what made her uniquely her.

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Story 2: The Bell Tolls

Sarah adjusted her tie, squinting at her reflection in the lift's polished doors. Another day, another audit. The doors slid open, revealing a bustling office floor. She stepped out, her heels clicking against the tile.

"Morning, Sarah!" chirped her colleague, David. "Ready for the Johnson account?"

Sarah nodded, forcing a smile despite her exhaustion. "Always ready, David. Let's crunch some numbers."

As she settled into her desk, Sarah's mind drifted to the previous night. The roar of the crowd, the thrill of the fight, the satisfying thud of her glove connecting with her opponent's jaw. She flexed her hand unconsciously, feeling the lingering ache in her knuckles.

"Sarah? Earth to Sarah!" David's voice snapped her back to reality. "You alright? You seem a bit... out of it."

"Just a bit tired," Sarah replied, stifling a yawn. "Late night... doing taxes."

David chuckled. "You really need to get out more, Sarah. All work and no play, you know?"

If only he knew, Sarah thought, suppressing a smirk.

The day dragged on, a blur of spreadsheets and client calls. As 5 PM approached, Sarah felt a familiar surge of anticipation. She packed up her things, bid farewell to her colleagues, and hurried out of the office.

In a grimy alley behind Luigi's Pizzeria, Sarah ducked into a nondescript door. The stale air of the underground gym hit her like a wall as she descended the stairs.

"There's our champion!" boomed Coach Mike. "Ready to defend your title tonight, 'Blonde Bombshell'?"

Sarah grinned, already unwrapping her bun and shaking out her long blonde hair. "Born ready, Coach. Who'm I up against?"

"New challenger," Mike replied, tossing her a pair of gloves. "Calls herself 'The Jackhammer'. Nasty right hook, from what I hear."

Sarah caught the gloves effortlessly. "Sounds fun. Let's give the crowd a show, eh?"

As she changed into her boxing gear, Sarah felt the weight of her day job slipping away. Here, in this dimly lit gym with its faded posters and creaky floorboards, she wasn't Sarah the accountant. She was the Blonde Bombshell, undefeated champion of the underground circuit.

The roar of the crowd grew louder as Sarah approached the ring. She bounced on her toes, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Across the ring, her opponent glared, muscles tensed and ready.

The bell rang. Sarah raised her gloves, a fierce grin spreading across her face. This was where she belonged. Not in a stuffy office, but here, where every punch told a story and every dodge was a poem.

As she danced around her opponent, landing jab after jab, Sarah knew she'd never give this up. Let the others have their 9-to-5 lives. She'd take the ring any day.

The crowd's chants grew louder: "Bomb-shell! Bomb-shell!"

Sarah winked at her opponent. "Ready for the boom?"

Her right hook connected with a satisfying thud. The Jackhammer went down hard.

The referee's count faded into the background as Sarah raised her arms in victory. Tomorrow, she'd be back in her office, crunching numbers and attending meetings. But tonight? Tonight, she was a queen, and the ring was her kingdom.

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Story 3: Fitting Room Fiasco

Rachel ducked through the doorway of Stellar Studios, her golden hair brushing against the frame. The receptionist's eyes widened, a common reaction Rachel had grown accustomed to over the years.

"Good morning! I'm here for the Sunshine Collection shoot," Rachel said, flashing her trademark smile.

The receptionist blinked, then scrambled to check her computer. "Ah, yes! Rachel Thompson. They're expecting you in Studio 3. Down the hall, last door on the left."

Rachel nodded her thanks and made her way through the building, her long strides eating up the distance quickly. As she entered Studio 3, she was greeted by a flurry of activity. Makeup artists, hairstylists, and assistants bustled about, preparing for the shoot.

The photographer, a wiry man with thick-rimmed glasses, spotted her and waved her over. "Rachel! Fantastic to see you. I'm David. We're going to create magic today, darling."

Rachel smiled, used to the enthusiastic greetings. "Pleasure to meet you, David. I'm excited to see what you have planned."

"Oh, you're going to love it," David gushed. "The concept is 'Sunshine Personified'. We're talking vibrant yellows, golden hour lighting, the works. Margot will get you into hair and makeup, and then we'll get you fitted for the dress."

Rachel nodded and allowed herself to be whisked away to the makeup chair. As the artist worked her magic, Rachel closed her eyes, mentally preparing for the day ahead.

An hour later, Rachel emerged from makeup, her skin glowing and her hair cascading down her back in golden waves. She made her way to the wardrobe area, where a petite woman with a tape measure draped around her neck was waiting.

"Hello, I'm Zoe, the stylist," the woman said, her eyes travelling up...and up...and up. "Wow, they weren't kidding about your height, were they?"

Rachel chuckled. "No, they certainly weren't. It's nice to meet you, Zoe."

Zoe nodded, seeming to shake herself out of her daze. "Right, well, let's get you into the dress. It's a stunning piece, designed by Elias himself. One size fits all, he says."

As Zoe unzipped the garment bag, Rachel's heart sank. The dress was indeed stunning - a vibrant yellow number with a flowing skirt and intricate beadwork. But even at a glance, she could tell it was going to be a tight fit.

"Shall we give it a go?" Zoe asked, holding up the dress.

Rachel nodded, steeling herself for what was to come. She stepped into the dress, and Zoe began the arduous task of zipping it up.

"Um," Zoe muttered, struggling with the zipper. "It seems to be a bit... snug."

Rachel felt the fabric straining across her back. "Maybe if I just..."

She attempted to adjust the dress, but as she moved, there was an ominous ripping sound. Rachel and Zoe froze.

"Oh no," Zoe whispered, her face pale.

Rachel tried to turn to see the damage, but another rip stopped her short. "I think we might have a problem," she said, trying to keep her voice calm.

Zoe nodded, looking panicked. "I'll... I'll go get David."

As Zoe scurried off, Rachel stood as still as possible, afraid to move lest the dress disintegrate completely. She could hear raised voices approaching.

"What do you mean it doesn't fit?" David's voice carried into the room. "Elias assured me it was one size fits all!"

He burst into the room, Zoe trailing behind him. David's eyes widened as he took in the scene.

"Oh... oh dear," he muttered.

"I'm so sorry," Rachel began, but David waved her apology away.

"No, no, this isn't your fault. Clearly, there's been a misunderstanding about sizes." He ran a hand through his hair, looking stressed. "Okay, let's think. We have a whole team waiting, we can't cancel the shoot..."

David circled Rachel, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, his face lit up. "Wait a minute. This... this could actually work!"

Rachel and Zoe exchanged confused glances. "How?" Rachel asked cautiously.

"Look," David explained, gesturing excitedly. "What was supposed to be a flowing, floor-length gown is now a daring mini dress on you. It's unexpected, it's bold, it's... perfect!"

Zoe's eyes widened in realization. "You're right! It completely changes the vibe, but in a good way. It's less 'ethereal goddess' and more 'confident, modern woman'."

Rachel looked down at herself skeptically. The dress, which was meant to sweep the floor, now barely reached mid-thigh on her 8'2" frame. The bodice clung to her curves, accentuating her figure in a way the original design hadn't intended.

"Are you sure about this?" Rachel asked, still uncertain.

David nodded emphatically. "Absolutely! Fashion is all about pushing boundaries, right? This is exactly the kind of unexpected twist that makes a shoot memorable."

Zoe stepped forward, adjusting the dress slightly. "We can work with this. We'll style your hair a bit more casually, maybe add some edgier accessories. It'll be a whole new take on the 'Sunshine Collection'."

Rachel took a deep breath, then smiled. "Alright then. Let's do it."

The next hour was a flurry of activity as the team adapted to the new concept. Rachel's hair was tousled into beachy waves, her makeup subtly altered to be more vibrant. Zoe swapped out the delicate sandals for a pair of strappy heels that emphasized Rachel's long legs.

When Rachel finally stepped onto the set, there was an audible gasp from the crew. The yellow dress, now a mini, popped against the all-yellow background. Every movement Rachel made caused the fabric to shift, catching the light in mesmerizing ways.

David was practically giddy as he raised his camera. "This is brilliant! Rachel, darling, you're not just selling a dress - you're selling confidence, modernity, the idea that fashion should adapt to the woman, not the other way around!"

As the shoot progressed, Rachel found herself enjoying the unexpected turn of events. She posed with newfound energy, embodying the bold, sun-kissed goddess they had inadvertently created.

During a brief break, Zoe approached Rachel with a grin. "You know, I think this happy accident might just launch a whole new trend. 'Maxi to Mini: Fashion for Every Amazon'."

Rachel laughed, striking a playful pose. "Well, if it does, I want credit for being the muse!"

As the day wrapped up, David showed Rachel some of the shots on his camera screen. The images were stunning - Rachel's height and the short dress created a striking silhouette against the yellow background, embodying both power and femininity.

"These are going to be spectacular," David said, beaming with pride. "Sometimes the best shoots come from the biggest challenges."

Rachel nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of accomplishment. What could have been a disaster had turned into a triumph, all because they were willing to adapt and embrace the unexpected. As she changed out of the now-famous yellow mini dress, Rachel couldn't help but smile. In this new world, being flexible was just as important as being photogenic - and today, she had proven she could be both.