Being a photographer was hard work. Outside of the unreliable pay, clients pulling out last second, and the typical bride-zillas you can get at certain wedding venues, you need to deal with the worst kind of people.
What kind of people want their photos taken? Either parents forcing their disgruntled graduate, stuck up corporate snobs unveiling a new multi million dollar project, or rich pretty girls who care about nothing but their looks and themselves.
I got a call one day from someone named Alina Monroe. By "someone", I mean this girl and her sidekicks were serious shit in the influencer game. I reluctantly accepted the offer, thinking that putting up with some slutty 20-something snobs would be well worth the pay that could come from them.
Her and her friends showed up to my location, a nice penthouse I rent with an outdoors as well (depending on their preferences).
They hurried into the room, gushing over outfits, posing for some selfies, and telling me everything they wanted.
They were doing everything I hated. The popping of the ass, making their duck faces, their push up bras, it was just ridiculous.
Flash Flash Flash
Some time later, the ladies were still blabbing amongst themselves about who looked sexiest, who's tits were perkier that day, and whose Daddy's yacht they were going to go to afterwards.
They finally decided that it was time to leave, putting an envelope on table, Alina sliding me her phone number (I already had it) and telling her to get her the photos by tomorrow.
I looked up glumly, nodding in agreement. I walked over to the table with the envelope, tearing it open and looking inside to see...
"$100 fucking dollars? That's fucking all?!?" I cursed, tearing the envelope in half. Four hours of this, listening to them talk and be disrespectful, for a mere $100?!
This is such bullshit I thought, when I noticed something shiny on the table behind where they were standing. A pair of earrings. An expensive looking pair of earrings, at that I thought. Not that they will notice. And besides I thought They owe me anyways
I pocketed the jewelry, humming to myself. This was surely worth at least a couple thousand, which could make up for their lack of class.
I started editing away at their photos: cropping, face tuning, editing, blurring, and more.
After a while, my eyes felt heavy, my vision going blurry. God I'm exhausted
Dealing with those snobs must have taken a lot out of me. I got up, stumbling along the way. I've gotta lie down
I went over to the little couch in my office, laying down and closing my eyes to stop the world from spinning.
I felt like I couldn't open my eyes. In my pocket, I felt a light burning sensation where the earrings I took were. I reached my hand into my pocket, grabbing the earrings.
The warmth spread from the metal to my fingers, traveling all up my body. I felt it press onto my chest, suffocating me, spreading even more down my body from my head to my feet. My scalp tingled, then burned, my chest felt like it was expanding, my legs felt like they were being squeezed by a mold...
I blacked out
I came to, knowing that something was wrong. I stared at the ceiling, hanging half off the couch. The burning sensation that I had felt gone, only to be replaced with a sensation which felt... heavier...
I shook my head a bit, eager to clear the last bit of fog from my brain, feeling hair tickling the side of my face, and an unfamiliar *tink *ting tink
...Hair? My hair was longer, but certainly not this long. I reach up and pulled at a strand, long enough now to pull in front of my face. Once again, I heard a *tink ting
I grabbed at my ears, feeling cold, hard metal, formed in what felt to be a loop...
Earrings... I thought.
Earrings? Long brown hair? I pulled my head upwards to look around the room only to see my titties blocking my view.
...Wait... My TITTIES?
"What the fuck are these?!?" I shrieked, seeing nothing but two massive, flesh colored orbs protruding from my chest.
I grabbed at them, eager to push them down, knowing this had to be some sick prank, some joke by a client who came in while I was out.
I pushed down, only to feel pressure on my own chest. I grabbed something and pulled it away, only to see a thin black belt in my right hand, and nothing but a pink bracelet on my left.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I said, this time noticing something else wrong - my voice was at least a couple octaves higher, and a lot more whiney sounding.
I drew my legs closer to my now overflowing chest, feeling something like wiring on my legs...
Fish Nets
I placed my hands on my stomach, desperately looking for an answer as to what was going on, coming in contact with more straps and sequins, leaving no room between that and skin.
I reached down more, feeling my way down the fabric until I was left at an opening I wasn't all to familiar with... I slid my hands over nothing but a flat section of fabric where my dick used to sit. I finally found an opening in the fabric, plunging my fingers in through it making a shocking discovery:
I had a vagina.
I was a woman.
My right hand now touching the narrow slit I had, my left drifted to my backside, feeling more flesh than I had ever had surrounding my ass. I traced over more fabric, some of which was riding up my ass crack, sandwiched between juicy planets for buttcheeks I had.
I pulled myself upwards, sitting straight up, finally able to see myself in full view. Past my new cleavage, I now saw a deep purple corsette, cinching my waist knto an hourglass figure. Long, jet black stocking graced my legs, coming to meet a skimpy black leather skirt which sat just above my panties. A pair of black heels completed my look - that of a sexy, slutty, rich bimbo.
If not for the corsette I had on, I would've fallen over I thought. These things were massive!
I grabbed the insides of my thighs, feeling my smooth, hairless legs through fishnet stockings, sitting down on the edge of the couch. I felt my ass balloon outwards. I looked down, seeing my breasts pushed up so much I looked like a pornstar.
I stood up finally, catching my balance as I tried to orient myself with my new bodily dynamics. The massive breasts I had pulled me forward while my new bubble butt made me feel like I had to sit lower to the ground. Wearing heels for the first time in my life didn't help either.
I looked around for a mirror (thankfully not hard to find in a photography suite), determined to see the damage done.
I was fucking gorgeous.
In the reflection there was a girl good enough looking to be a model. Massive tits, bigger than I could even dream of a cup size for, a waist that looked like it could be in the dictionary to describe "hourglass", and a face dolled up with makeup and sexy pink lips.
I looked upwards, catching a pink choker to match my bracelet wrapped snugly around my neck. My wavy hair dropped down to my chin, my eyes sharply outlined in black.
I puffed my chest outwards, keeping eye contact with myself the entire time
"There's no way this is real right now" I said sexily, my words sliding out of my mouth seductively.
I drew in a sharp breath, which proved to be a mistake. I heard a pop sound, as my entire corset snapped at the weight and size of my volptuous titties.
I threw myself on the couch, trying to catch the corset as it unwraveled from my body, tits sorawling across my chest in full fashion.
I tried with the laces and buckles, but to no avail. I flung the top of the corsette off, releasing my female body entirely to the studio.
My massive tits hung down like anchors, and I couldn't stop looking at them. From above, from the mirror, and back again.
My hands instinctively went back between my legs. (This was somewhat comforting to me for some reason).
I felt something slimy on the inside of my thighs, reaching my new polished fingers down to investigate.
Yep - I was so sexy I was making myself wet
I got up, looking around for something more suitable to wear. God, I just can't keep my eyes off them I thought, trying to focus on the task at hand, rather than the task IN my hands (that being, my tits). I walked around my studio, feeling my ass and tits jiggle and shake at every step, carrying my hips out wide with each as well.
My old clothing was gone, entirely erased as if it had never been there. The back table, however, proved helpful. All the extra clothing left behind by Alina and her crew was still there.
I pawed through it God, did everything they had have to be so fucking slutty? I said, eventually settling on a white and black bra that I could only hope could hold my new assets (I was much more well endowed than any of those bitches anyways!)
I sat on the chair in my office, doing my best to bring the bra up and over my figure. Half of my boobs spilled out over the top as I caught myself in the mirror once more.
I stared hard, still taken aback at myself.
Mmmmmm yeah.... mmmmmm I moaned, rubbing my vagina, smearing my juices around my fishnets. I played with my clit some more:
What am I doing?!? a part of my brain asked.
It just felt too good. Undoing my progress, I pulled the rest of my tits out of the bra (too small for me anyways, suck it Alina!) and began kneading them with my hands.
My white fingernails glanced over my nipples, twisting, pinching, squeezing as I let out a couple harsh gasps.
This was heaven
Get a grip Nicki… Get a grip I told myself. Wait a second - my name wasn’t Nicki, my name was… I’m not entirely sure…
I need to change into something more acceptable I told myself. I went back over to the pile of extra clothing the girls brought, searching for something I could wear without wanting to fuck myself. I needed to focus here
I grabbed a bra that I assumed belonged to one of Alina’s friends, Aniya (who’s tits were a bit larger than hers), hoping that it would help hold mine up a little bit better.
I found a pair of matching panties and finally a pair of semi-normal looking pants. I pulled the bra over my tits, letting the fabric hug them together. I slid the panties up my legs, shivering as it came into place over my new tight pussy. The pants on the other hand, were a bit harder to manager.
I have considerably better curves than any of those girls! I smiled to myself, lying on the ground and shimmying the pants up and over my bubble butt. My tits compressed against my chest, once again, almost covering my face.
I spread my legs, surprised at how flexible I now was This makes it so much easier for guys to fuck me… I thought.
…Wait. I liked girls, not guys. I wonder how it would feel… My mind pondered, questioning what it would feel like to fill my new slit with a throbbing cock… I felt my pussy getting warmer and more wet by the minute.
Get ahold of yourself!
I heard my phone buzzing from across the room.
I got up and walked over, tits still hanging over Alina’s bra that I had “borrowed”. It was Alina!
”What do you want bitch?” I shouted into the phone, my voice seductively annoyed.
”Bitch who the fuck is you? I’m looking for…” She started, pausing and laughing into my ear. ”You must not know what happened now, do you baby?”
*”I know enough to know you stiffed me! *” I said intensely ”You owe me!”
Alina laughed ”I don’t think you’re gonna need to worry about money anymore honey - I can hear in your voice that you became a sexy one… Teaches you not to take things that aren’t yours!”
”Look on the bright side here dear - you won’t have any issues getting anything you want from here on out. Who knows, you might even be able to be like me!”
Click
As fucking IF I thought as Alina hung up the phone, leaving me one pissed off, sexy woman.
I sat there thinking about what Alina had said though - I won’t need to work again? I can probably get whatever I want like this…
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I grinned, grabbing my camera and a tripod. I slid my pants off, and went over to the backyard photo spot I had set out for the girls earlier…
I posed, looking seductively into the camera.
This was a new opportunity for me. One where I didn’t have anything else to worry about… I wonder how many others think I’m as sexy as I am… I thought.
I turned around, sticking my ass out and pulling my cheeks to the side, revealing a thin strand of fabric riding in between my asshole. I felt it pull my lips apart slightly, feeling moisture trickling down my legs from my wet pussy.
Im so fucking sexy… Who in the world would be able to resist this? I know I sure couldn’t…
I felt my bra fall off of my shoulders, my breasts jumping at the opportunity to slide out from the confines of the lacy fabric. At this point, even having undergarments on felt like I was doing myself a disservice. I ditched my bra, pulling it over my rack, and slid the panties down my legs, kicking them off over the heels I now sported.
It felt unreal. Somehow the feeling of knowing I could be caught added to the experience…
My titties hung low, now finally free from any sort of confine, my thick thighs feeling every breeze tickling between them. Despite the slightly cool temperatures outside, my pussy throbbed and pulsed, leaking fluid in between its lips.
It was time for a change… Alina was right I thought Time to see what I can really do
I got up and grabbed my phone, mounting it on the tripod. I switched over to the “video” setting, downloading a few softwares until I found a perfect streaming service which supported women such as myself showing off their… charm if you would.
I pulled my legs apart, revealing my moist, slick cunt and let my fingers travel downwards once more
”See everyone? Sometimes it feels good to just do it yourself!” I said seductively
”But one of my girlfriends was right - Theres SO much more that we can do now!” I laughed, moaning a little bit while I tribbed my clit hard.
I need something else in me… I wonder if Alina has any friends that could do the trick? I thought, feeling my pussy gush as I thought about the idea of a man penetrating my new folds…
I could get used to this!
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