Becoming a Model
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Hey guys, long time lurker, first time contributor. Here's a little story
that I figure a few of you might like, nothing special. Feel free to
leave a leave some constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!
Becoming da Model
By Dr. Beaubourg
Issac was your average college kid. Some might say a distressingly
average college kid. Issac was white, thin, and had blue eyes with brown
hair. Not the kind of guy you'd recognize in a crowd. At 22, he was
finishing up college. Nothing interesting ever happened in his life. He
lived in a standard apartment, which he shared with his roommate.
Tonight, Issac tasked himself with finishing up a few assignments that
were due in the next few days. However, Issac was a chronic
procrastinator, and would eventually come to the conclusion that later
was a better time for whatever he was doing. Since his roommate was out
at work for the evening, now was what Issac called "me time". Issac set
down his massive textbook, and booted up his computer.
"Now that he's gone..." Issac whispered, shifting his eyes around like a
pickpocket on the prowl. "...I guess I'll have a bit of fun."
Issac had a lot of time on his hands. No job, no girlfriend, no extra-
curricular activities. Instead, he found himself wasting his time away
masturbating. Issac knew exactly where to go to get his rocks off. He had
catalogued thousands of images from thousands of models, and he knew just
what tickled his fancy. Issac had a thing for "fake" women, or women who
had implants. Be them breast, buttock, or other, Issac found them
irresistible. The only problem was selecting the lovely lady for his
evening. After about a minute of scrolling and pondering, Issac had
chosen tonight's object of absolute lust, a woman going by the moniker
"Pebbelz da Model".
Pebbelz da Model was one of Issac's absolute favorites. She was an
African-American woman with a huge fake ass. Silicone implants are what
make her 48-inch derriere so large, and Issac loved every inch of it. He
stashed away every single image and video he could find of her,
scrounging the Internet to near-obsession. A recent controversy of
Pebbelz's made her pics even harder to come by, which only fueled his
passion for the voluptuous vixen.
Issac opened his files, unzipped his pants, and let loose on his member
with such fervor that make the most outgoing man blush. For minutes he
beat away at his dick, with Pebbelz the sole object in his mind. He gazed
upon her visage and dreamed of their encounter. Issac longed to sink his
fingers into her fat black ass as he locked lips with her. He wanted to
fuck her freakish behind. He thought of the things he would do with her
for what seemed like hours, flipping through his endless playlist of
Pebbelz's photoshoots, personal pictures, and videos, all intently
staring at her massive enhanced rear.
As Issac pumped away at his engorged erection, he sighed to himself. He
knew that he would never be able to indulge in his Pebbelz fantasy. He
knew he was probably going to live an ordinary boring life, with a flat-
assed boring wife. Issac threw up his head.
"I wish Pebbelz was here," he moaned. Little did he know that his request
would not go unheard. Whether the planets were all in alignment over
Issac's apartment, or some kind, yet ironic god heard his lustful plea,
something was about to happen to poor Issac.
Issac continued to whack off to images of his beloved until a sharp pain
ran through his cock.
"A-ah! Fucking shit!" Issac cried out, clutching his organ in his right
hand. He peered down to his shriveling penis. His eyes caught the cause
of his pain, a small cut on the left side of his shaft. He then looked at
his right hand. Just as he suspected, he had cut his sensitive skin on
one of his nails. He had meant to cut his nails one of these days, but
just as his homework escapes his work ethic, so does his hygiene. Issac
inspected the outstretched blood-specked nail through squinted eyes.
"They're getting kind of long, that's weird...." Issac mumbled. He
dismissed the odd nails as he grabbed his mouse. The lengthy nail made a
distinct "click click click" against the faux-wood of his desk. The
clicking of his nails rose a bit of doubt, but he ignored it. What he
couldn't ignore was a distinct buzzing feeling, and the feeling of the
mouse seemingly expanding in his grip as his hand took on a smaller, more
feminine shape.
Issac glanced at his smaller hand and panicked. He threw up his left hand
to compare to his right, to see if he was going crazy or not. Issac
didn't catch his right hand morph into its current shape, but he gawked
at his other hand just as it started to change. He felt the skin under
his nails pull as they lunged out into feminine claws. The bones in
Issac's hand shrunk and compressed as they tapered down to a thin womanly
wrist. Needless to say, Issac freaked the fuck out.
Convinced that he was a loony, Issac grabbed at the waist of his jeans
and yanked them up over his hips as he stood up. As he moved away from
the desk, Issac felt another alien buzz, this time from his spine. He
then took one step forward, and promptly fell right down on his face.
Issac was grateful that his roommate wasn't there to see his spill. He
wouldn't hear the end of it, had he not being changed into some sort of
freak.
Standing up, Issac realized that his pants were the culprit. That shift
in his spine made him grow shorter, but his jeans stayed the same.
Shuffling in his unfit pants, he made his way to the bathroom to inspect
himself. Looking into the mirror, Issac noticed that he was indeed
shorter. His shirt hung off of him like he was 17 years old. He grasped
the waistband of his jeans to keep them from collecting down his ankles.
He stared in horror as he felt another buzz, this time shifting about in
his mouth.
Right before his eyes, his lips trembled. As if he was puckering up, fat
raised around his mouth like dough in an oven. His skin stretched over
his ballooning lips, diving him a distinctly ethnic-looking pout.
"I look like a clown!" howled Issac, feeling the extra mass of his thick
lips slap together as he spoke. The soft buzz flared up again as it
spread to the rest of his face. One by one, his nose became rounder as
his nostrils flared opened. Issac blinked as his eyelids changed ever so
slightly, with his eyelashes became longer and thicker. His eyebrows
shrank down into his skull as they became thinner. Issac's brown hair
lengthened into perfectly straight locks that hung down to his shoulder
blades, with straight cut bangs adorning his forehead. His hair was no
longer the light brown he was used to, but a bright red that faded to
black at the ends. Finally, the buzz spread to his skull and his neck,
shrinking and shaping them to feminine proportions. He could feel his
cheekbones rise as his teeth shifted behind his plump lips. The buzz came
and went through his throat, changing something Issac couldn't visualize,
but he knew what the result was
"W-what the h-h-hell?! I l-look like Peb-" he shuddered before he cut
himself off with a feminine shriek. His voice was no longer the drone of
a young man, but the husky tones of an adult African-American woman. He
didn't have time to say anymore before the shifting moved through the
rest of his body, sending him into convulsions. He feared what came next.
Starting from his fingers and toes, then moving in to the rest of his
body, Issac's rough, pale skin became a smooth cinnamon hue, completing
his face as a replica of Pebbelz's own visage. His body still changed, as
it lost and gained mass. His torso shrank down along with his, arms,
legs, feet, while his waist tightened and became waspish. Whilst they
shrunk, his hips grew wider, his legs grew longer, and his spine curved
to push his flat man-ass out. The fat from Issac's belly descended his
body and settled on his hips, melted into his thighs, and flowed into his
ass, pushing them away into round, womanly curves that stretched his
formerly loose jeans. Upon his chest, his nipples flared out and became
longer and more erotic. To finish them, two mammary glands formed into
existence behind them, pushing the right breast out, then the left
breast, leaving Issac with perfect C-cup tits with nipples that poked out
of his thin shirt, begging to be tweaked.
The buzzing moved from his body and centered at his crotch. Issac knew
what was coming. He frantically grabbed at his crotch over his tight
jeans and tried to unzip his pants, struggling at the zipper with his
long nails. His scrotum started to form back into his body, as he clawed
at the lap of his jeans. After the third or fourth time, Issac gave up
and grabbed what was left of his piece, and followed it as it descended
beneath his groin. With his hands gripping his genitals between his plump
thighs, his sex was finally changed from male to female with a wet pop.
This caused her (no longer him) to moan in pleasure, only to clap her
hand to her thick lips in embarrassment.
"H-how can this happen?!" Issac whimpered. "I can't be Pebbelz! I just
can't!" She flopped down on the toilet seat, yelping when her rear hit
the porcelain sooner than she was used to. Issac suddenly remembered just
what made Pebbelz so appealing, and shuddered. Standing up from the
toilet, she looked back at her ass, and breathed a sigh of relief. Issac
hadn't grown that freakish fat ass that Pebbelz had. Although Issac's ass
was large, it was nowhere near that size, until the buzzing came back
around.
Thinking she was safe, Issac was startled by the return of the buzzing
and gave a little hop, which sent her breasts and behind jiggling. The
buzzing took hold of her ample derriere, and they started to expand.
Dumbfounded, Issac could only stare as her butt started to grow like two
water balloons being engorged with water. Her ass seemed to defy gravity
as it became more silicone then fat. It continued to inflate, spreading
to her hips and straining her jeans. She felt a chill as her ass crack
revealed itself from under the waistband.
"These fucking jeans are going to break me in half!" she squealed as she
grabbed the soft flesh of her mammoth black bottom, now just under the
size of dodgeballs. Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, She
heard a deafening rip come from behind her. Nearly smashing her enormous
butt into the opposite wall, she swivels around to observe to damage. Her
artificial ass had managed to rip the seat of both her jeans and her
underwear beneath it apart, leaving a shredded hole revealing the ass
cleavage jammed into the jeans. Issac bent over to get a better look, and
the waistbands snapped apart, freeing the wide cinnamon-colored cheeks.
This was it, the 48-inch ass that Issac had spent hour after hour lusting
after in it's momentous fake glory. She took one in each petit hand and
kneaded them like a baker kneading two massive balls of dough. Smacking
her ass and watching it bounce to no end gave Issac some sort of perverse
pride. For a single moment she didn't associate it with the substantial
silicone that adorned Pebbelz da Model's back, it was Issac's fat ass
that she gripped.
The buzzing had left Issac's body, but still persevered. Makeup caked
Issac's face, giving her dark, smoky eye shadow, juicy red lips, and
defined cheekbones. The blood still on her nail from before had migrated
to the others, forming into a sensual dark-red nail polish. Her clothes
(or what remained of them) started shifting around her delicate skin. The
thin shirt morphed into a lacy black bra that cupped her modest breasts
and pushed them together, revealing dark, sexy cleavage. Issac' socks
pushed her feet up and transformed into four-inch black pumps, that stuck
her gigantic rear out even further. A pair of silver hoop earrings
pierced Issac's ears as she gave a soft grunt, and a beautiful pearl
necklace adorned her bare neck. Finally, the shredded jeans and undies
fused together, and shifted up her legs and over her wide hips. The back
wedged between her immense ass cheeks as it formed into a lacy black
thong.
Issac knew her transformation was finish. Stunned by the big-assed beauty
that had once been Issac's body, she headed to her bedroom, her swaying
behind knocking over utensils on the sink beside her. Finally reaching
her room, she peered back at the photo of Pebbelz da Model from her "me
time" session. Clad in a white and blue bikini, Pebbelz stuck her
silicone-supported rear in the air and gave an inviting look to the
viewer. Issac pulled out a full-length mirror from her closet, and
imitated the pose perfectly. She thought about all the people who had
jacked off to that photo, wanting to fuck Pebbelz in the way that Issac
thought of earlier. She flipped to the next item in her Pebbelz playlist,
a video which had Pebbelz squatting down on a stripper pole, twerking and
gyrating as unknown hands threw money at her and shoved it into her tight
shorts between her massive cheeks. Issac did the same, loosing herself to
the pulsating music as she flicked her hips back and forth, letting her
sensuous silicone jiggle and bounce, creating a thunderous clap as the
struck together.
Issac moaned in ecstasy as she twerked, imagining people grabbing her
hips and smashing their crotches into her fat back as she grinds against
them. She thought about her previous body, and she thought about her
roommate, and-
"Oh shit!" she shouted. Issac looked at the clock on her desk. "He's
going to be back any minute now!" Issac dropped into her chair, her
malleable backside squishing through the chair's back "What is he going
to think when he sees a black chick with a big fat ass in here?!" he
pondered. If the moisture in her groin was any indicator, Issac knew
exactly what she wanted him to do. As if on cue, the sound of keys
dangling outside the door gave way to Issac's roommate, straight from his
work. Issac stood up, and walked out of his room. She put extra effort
into making her hips swing and her fake ass bounce and she walked down
the hall and towards the roommate.
"Enough of me time..." she cooed to herself, "...how about some us time?" She
wrapped her arms around the surprised roommate.
"Just you and Pebbelz."
The End.
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