Growing Model
Working at a modeling agency hadn’t been Hannah’s first choice out of college, but in this economy, with a degree in communications, she decided she had to take what she could get. And it wasn’t too bad, working as an assistant – the work was varied, and she found herself getting taken along on shoots when the boss needed to personally oversee things. That was both a blessing and a curse, though, since while it got her out of the office, she had to stare at and unwillingly compare herself to the gorgeous women who were on the other side of the camera.
Hannah wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but she did think she was pretty plain, a short stick figure, no hips, tits, or ass at all. The models all treated her with a certain level of pity, much nicer than anyone who could even hold a candle to their level of attractiveness. I’m not even a threat, she thought gloomily. It would have been nice if mother nature had seen fit to bless her even a little bit…
Hannah stretched and jogged back over to the shoot, clipboard in hand. She smirked as she saw one of the assistant photographer’s eyes bounce up and down in time with her B-cups’s jiggling. Sure, she wasn’t as gorgeous as some of the girls on the other side of the camera, but she could still draw a man’s eyes when she wanted to.
Agency work was a bit of a letdown, but Hannah had come to terms with it. She’d always wanted to be a model, but her body hadn’t developed in the right ways to make it worth it. She’d even cammed briefly, anonymously, during college, but her breasts weren’t big enough to really draw enough eyeballs to justify it without going hardcore, which she wasn’t interested in, and implants just turned her off. And being an assistant was a much simpler gig, without all the chaos of handling fans, finding work, primping and preening… Still, Hannah wondered what it would be like to have just made that leap…
She blinked as the flash went off, then leaned forward, switching poses. Her elbows came together and sent her D-cup cleavage surging forward out of the one-piece Speedo she was wearing. She smiled warmly and continued shifting through poses, trying to force down her libido long enough to keep her nipples from tenting the spandex. Finally, the photographer called time, and she stepped off the set, grabbing a bottle of water from an assistant.
She’d been modeling now for a few years, and felt like her breakthrough was just around the corner. Scouted back in high school when she’d sent her headshots around to a couple of agencies, she’d been doing catalog gigs and print ad campaigns for what felt like ages. In that time, she’d grown all the way to 5′8″ and these nice, jiggly D-cups, and she had a nice life, a cute boyfriend, and knew she was beautiful. Still, she knew – just knew – that if she’d grown just a little more, she’d have broken through to the big-leagues already…
Hannah bent over to dust some sand off her ankle, and as she stood back up she saw half a dozen heads quickly whip away to try and avoid letting her know they’d been staring. Stare away, she thought, I know they’re amazing. Her F-cups, combined with her wide, juicy hips and impressive six-foot-tall body, had made her into one of the hottest young models in America. Her breasts strained mightily against her bikini; the day was half-over, and she had just changed into the next swimsuit for the Sports Illustrated shoot.
The weather in Aruba was gorgeous, and Hannah felt like she owned the beach. She strode back down along the surf, big bust jiggling wildly. She spotted her boyfriend, a hot draft pick quarterback for a down-on-its-luck NFL team, and gave a little wave. He jogged over, looking at her like a lost puppy who just found his master. “Hey babe,” he said, draping one arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Internally, she groaned – he was a sloppy kisser, and because of the five-inch difference in their heights, she always felt she looked like a child getting slobbered over by her uncle or something…
She broke the kiss and gazed into her boyfriend’s eyes lustily. “Keep it in your pants, honey,” she whispered, and gently pushed him away. Her backup-QB lover grinned sheepishly and went to go stand back with the rest of the crew out on the shoot. It was another catalog, this time for big-and-tall women, and boy, did Hannah qualify on both counts. Her I-cups were a real eye-full squeezed into a one-piece that seemed to just not have quite enough fabric to wrap her six-foot-three frame.
She stood in front of the backdrop and posed, thrusting her chest out like she was working in porn or something before she recomposed herself and did some more standard poses. Remember, the women want to see who they want to be, not some male fantasy. She still would like to keep a copy of the more risque ones for herself, if possible. God, she loved being big! Ever since her high-school days, when she was still merely on the big side of normal, she’d enjoyed being just a little taller than everyone else, a little curvier, and now she had that in spades…
“Cut!” Hannah dropped her hands to her sides and let her massive breasts settle back against her body. Her latest video shoot as “Amazon Anna” was going well, she thought; today’s scenes were concentrating on her boobs, while tomorrow would emphasize her six-foot-six frame. “That’s great, Hannah. OK, let’s change outfits again and shoot the other sequence…”
Carefully, she made her way over to the bathroom and stripped down, peeling off the miniskirt she’d been wearing over her heart-stopping ass. Being a giant glamour model had its good and bad sides, but the wardrobe was definitely a negative – nothing ever fit right. Still, with a body like hers (M-cup tits, 60-inch ass) the options were somewhat limited. She pulled on the new top, a white button-down that strained mightily to contain her, and quickly redid her makeup and tousled her hair so it would believably look like both videos weren’t shot on the same day, then stepped back out to the shoot. The director looked up at her, craning his neck to speak. A little jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she could feel her nipples puff up slightly as he spoke. There was nothing sexier than towering over a man…
“…and thanks to all my donators! I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Hannah winked at the webcam, blew a kiss, and ended the stream. “Phew!” She stood up and streee-e-e-eetched, her six-foot-nine body scraping the ceiling as she did so. She’d cammed for four hours, but being on for that long always exhausted her, numbing her to reality outside of the chatroom and her own outrageous body.
Pituitary problems, they’d diagnosed when she was still in middle school and towering over her friends. Surgery was risky, so the doctors had suggested a wait-and-see attitude. Now, a decade later and 18 inches taller, she was glad. That overactive gland of hers had turned her into the sexiest woman imaginable – or at the very least the biggest. Her entire hourglass figure was absurd, almost freakish, with boobs the size of pumpkins obscuring a wasp-waist and broodmare hips. She was so big that most people couldn’t process it in person. She assumed that most of the men who watched her stream didn’t believe it either, that there was tiny furniture involved or a trick of perspective, but she took their money regardless and showed off her unique form. The really loved it, for example, when she would bury her face in her breasts and suck on her giant nipples, the pillowy expanse entirely concealing her face. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back on her clothes and ducked under the doorframe, ready for dinner…
Dinner, for a woman like Hannah, was always a serious undertaking. After all, she needed a lot of food to keep her seven-foot-tall body going. And she really couldn’t get out much anymore, not with how big she was – cars were laughably undersized, and clothes were another problem. She often wore nothing more than an XXXL T-shirt and panties around the house, but that wasn’t appropriate for walking around the neighborhood.
She thought again about how lucky she was to have met her husband before she was rendered house-bound by her body. She’d been the big girl on campus her entire life, always towering over her classmates, but Will had seen past her giant exterior to the human within, and their marriage was a happy one. Will made a lot of money at his job in the Valley, and Hannah freelanced online and occasionally made public appearances when a movie producer needed a sexy female giant for a fantasy movie. She pulled four steaks out of the fridge and started heating up the range – one for Will, three for her. Hannah smiled. She was happy.