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[Extra story] Framed By Temptation

Published: September 1st 2024, 11:10:07 pm

Hi Hi ✨

Another month in the books, thank you for your support, and sorry that this story came out a little late, I'm having some technical issues with my model and that's the same reason why coms are being delayed too, but don't worry, I'm keeping track of the ones I have pending, so don't worry about that. I hope you enjoy this extra story. This story DOES NOT takes place in the fmg-35 universe, it's just a simple short story of a woman who happens to be incredibly huge! Find the full res image in your folders, a long with some extra angles ;)

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Framed by Temptation

"Well, Jonathan, your credentials look impressive for a university student," Mr. Petrov said, his thick Russian accent filling the small office. "I think you'll be a fine addition to our security team here at the Petrov Gallery."

Jonathan beamed, relief washing over him. "Thank you, sir. I really appreciate this opportunity. I promise I won't let you down."

Mr. Petrov's expression suddenly turned serious. "There is one thing, however. The last security guard... well, let's just say he couldn't keep his eyes—or his hands—to himself when it came to my daughter. That kind of behavior is absolutely unacceptable. Do I make myself clear?"

Jonathan nodded vigorously. "Crystal clear, sir. You have nothing to worry about. I'm here to work, not to flirt."

"Good, good," Mr. Petrov said, his stern demeanor softening slightly. "Now, let me introduce you to Ivana. She practically runs this place when I'm not around."

As they stood up, Jonathan couldn't help but notice how tall Mr. Petrov was. The man must have been at least 6'1". They walked out of the office and into the main gallery space, a vast room with high ceilings and stark white walls adorned with various abstract paintings.

"Ivana!" Mr. Petrov called out. "Come meet our new security guard!"

Jonathan heard footsteps approaching, the sound of high heels clicking against the polished concrete floor. He turned towards the sound and felt his jaw drop.

Walking towards them was the most statuesque woman Jonathan had ever seen. She had to be at least 6'10", possibly taller. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, contrasting sharply with her pale skin. But it wasn't just her height that was impressive. Every inch of her body seemed to be sculpted from marble, with defined muscles visible even through the skin-tight, snakeskin-patterned dress she wore.

"Hello, Papa," Ivana said, her voice surprisingly soft and sweet for someone of her size. Her gaze shifted to Jonathan, and a mischievous smile played across her lips. "And who do we have here?"

Mr. Petrov gestured towards Jonathan. "This is Jonathan, our new security guard. Jonathan, this is my daughter, Ivana."

Jonathan tried to speak, but no words came out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "H-hello, nice to meet you," he managed to stammer out.

Ivana's smile widened. She extended a hand towards Jonathan, and he couldn't help but notice how his own hand was completely engulfed by hers when they shook.

"Charmed, I'm sure," Ivana purred. "I do hope you'll last longer than the last one. He was so... easily flustered."

Mr. Petrov shot his daughter a warning glance. "Ivana, behave. Jonathan is here to work, not to be one of your playthings."

Ivana pouted playfully. "Oh, Papa, you're no fun. I was just being friendly."

Jonathan felt his cheeks burning. This job was going to be a lot harder than he'd anticipated.

Mr. Petrov sighed. "Jonathan, why don't you familiarize yourself with the gallery layout? Ivana can show you around."

"Of course, Papa," Ivana said, hooking her arm through Jonathan's. "I'd be delighted to give him the grand tour."

As Mr. Petrov retreated to his office, Ivana led Jonathan through the gallery. He tried to focus on the artwork and the security measures, but it was difficult with Ivana's arm linked with his, her bicep flexing with each movement.

"So, Jonathan," Ivana said, her accent caressing each syllable of his name. "Tell me about yourself. What brings a handsome young man like you to our little gallery?"

Jonathan swallowed hard. "Well, I'm a student at the university. Art history major, actually. This job seemed like a perfect fit."

Ivana's eyes lit up. "Art history? How fascinating. Perhaps you can give me some new insights into our collection." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear. "I'd love to hear your thoughts on the female form in classical art."

Jonathan felt his pulse quicken. "I, uh, I'm more focused on modern art, actually," he said, trying to steer the conversation to safer ground.

Ivana chuckled. "A shame. I've been looking for someone who can make a portrait of me, a nude perhaps."

Before Jonathan could respond, Ivana stopped in front of a large abstract painting. "What do you think of this piece?" she asked, gesturing towards the canvas.

Grateful for the distraction, Jonathan studied the painting. It was a chaotic swirl of blues and greens, with splashes of red throughout. "It's interesting," he said. "The use of color is quite striking. It almost looks like a storm at sea."

Ivana nodded approvingly. "Very good. You have a keen eye, Jonathan. I can see why Papa hired you."

As they continued their tour, Jonathan tried to keep his eyes on the artwork and security cameras, but he couldn't help stealing glances at Ivana. Her muscles rippled with each movement, and her dress left little to the imagination.

"You seem distracted, Jonathan," Ivana teased. "Is something on your mind?"

Jonathan felt his face flush. "No, no, just taking in all the information. There's a lot to remember."

Ivana smirked. "Of course. Well, if you ever need a refresher, I'm always happy to give you another... private tour."

They completed their circuit of the gallery, ending up back near Mr. Petrov's office. Jonathan felt both relieved and oddly disappointed that the tour was over.

"Well, I should probably get started on my rounds," Jonathan said, trying to sound professional.

Ivana nodded. "Of course. Duty calls. But don't be a stranger, Jonathan. I have a feeling we're going to get along splendidly."

As Jonathan turned to leave, he hesitated for a moment, then turned back to Ivana. "I, uh... I just wanted to say, you look really... impressive," he said, his cheeks flushing red. "I mean, your dress is beautiful, and you're... well, you're..."

Ivana's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Tall? Muscular? she teased, flexing her bicep playfully.

Jonathan laughed nervously. "I've just never met anyone quite like you before."

Ivana's expression softened slightly. "You're sweet, Jonathan. And if you think I'm something special, you should see my mother. Let's just say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree – can't wait to grow a little more so I can start borrowing her clothes!."

Jonathan's eyes widened at the implication. "Wow, I can't even imagine..."

"Maybe you'll get to meet her someday," Ivana winked. "She loves to come to our gallery openings. Speaking of which, we have one next week. I do hope you'll be on duty that night."

"I, uh, I'll check the schedule," Jonathan stammered, trying to regain his composure.

Ivana leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Do that. And Jonathan? Don't forget – you're here to guard the art, not ogle it. Even if some pieces are more... interactive than others."

With that, she sauntered away, leaving Jonathan standing there, his heart racing and his mind reeling. As he watched her disappear around a corner, he couldn't help but wonder what he'd gotten himself into. This job was going to be far more challenging – and far more interesting – than he'd ever anticipated.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jonathan made his way to the security office. He had a job to do, after all. And he was determined to do it well, no matter how distracting certain "art pieces" might be.