Click Went The Shutter Lens, And With It Her Old Life.

‘Click’ went the shutter lens, and with it her old life.

Ted adjusted his camera again. Damn it, he had messed up the lighting... again! He scowled, suppressing a mutter, and once more focused his lens on the beautiful woman before him.

The light reflected perfectly over the bronze discs of her perfect backside. He gently moved forward, and the gentle clicking of the dials on the settings could be heard as he moved his fingers.

He shifted to the side, and bent lower once again. Why did he keep having to move? He just could not seem to get it right. She was standing perfectly still, right in the same place as she had been. He wondered if the gate had always been that low. It must be the shoes, he concluded. 

He took another step back, so as to take in the perfect glory of this curvaceous delight, then another... and another. His hands shifted the camera, and his gaze, upwards, following the tightening line of Gloria’s bathing costume. A slight crunching sound was emitted as she lent back, decimating the black high heels. She bent far enough for him to see her face, her lengthening blonde hair trailing well past her waist now. Her eyes were closed, and she let out a slight murmur of contentment as her feet were freed. The costume would soon follow.

Ted would regret his having been too stunned to switch the camera to record mode. He would not regret, however, sticking around for her. He heard the wood crunch as her fingers dug into the gate, now lowering below waist height, and she loosed a wail of pleasure as her costume exploded off her, catapulting right past Ted and almost knocking him out. She would be glad of his, or perhaps her luck soon, when she turned to find him staring up at her, open mouthed in awe. As she would bend down, an action made lengthier by her still increasing proportions, they would catch the arousal in one another’s eyes. 

Gloria made him set up the camera for what came next.

Scowling, Verity clacked down the aisle, fists clenched. No, she had not wanted to try a bloody sample. but that that hadn’t stopped Mr-Eager, had it?

She was already late to her meeting, and was just getting credit to top up her phone when, as she had rushed towards the automatic doors of the shop, she was accosted by a young man brandishing a spray bottle, asking if she’d like to try out his company’s latest product. 

Normally, she might have stopped, but not today. No way. Today she had an important meeting, and the last thing she wanted was to look frazzled from her rush. If she hurried now she would have two minutes to get there, just beond the other side of the shopping centre.

Her heels clicked quickly as she walked away with her purchase, frantically typing the code into her phone. As she completed the final digits, a sense of calm overcame her, and she breathed in deep.

A button popped off her shirt, but she didn’t look down. No one would notice, and besides, she probably looked better like that anyway. Smiling, she unzipped her unusually tight jacket, exposing the new round orbs poking against her blouse, musing that it was too hot anyway for it... or was that just her, in fact?

She was almost halfway there. She had lost three more buttons, and her rapidly expanding breasts were in the process of ripping through another, but she had gained an overwhelming sense of confidence, so it didn’t matter. She strode, straight backed and chest forward, making its way head of her by an ever increasing amount of inches as she slipped through cup sizes. Heads beside her bobbed in time with her jiggling chest as it spilled out beneath the confines of her now miniscule-looking bra, black silk peeking through her shirt and she stopped walking at the bottom of the escalator. 

As she rose slowly, she gave a sigh mingled with contentment and nervous excitement, putting a great rent in her bra as she shot past the D range. She could feel it, today was the start of something new, something big.

She felt a slightly uncomfortable tickle, layered over a wedge of pleasure that was spreading below. Odd, she was feeling really... sensitive. All the better she supposed, feeling the snugness of her panties as her ass began to expand. She felt something behind her, and saw a man move back, his face stark with surprise. She gave him a wink, and wiggled her bottom a little as she unconciously grew another few inches. Her hips began to flare out too, stretching the skirt even tighter. She felt a moistness form a trail down her thighs, and they pressed together, thickening as her panties assumed more the shape of a thong at this stage.

She got off the escalator, and stumbled for a moment on hips that were now wider than her shoulders, but strong, thick legs caught her and guided her powerfully across the remaining distance, assuming a brisk, sexy sashay.

It was an unusual day, but she felt marvellous, electric. Her clothes felt great against her skin, all tight and... getting tighter, something said in the back of her mind. She only smiled in well-being, eager to reach her destination as her form changed further. Sexier and sexier she grew, with full lips and a narrowing waist, trim and toned. She stretched her arms outwards, and felt her jacket begin to tear a little, as she began to get taller. 

Every step was a longer one, and the G-cup amazon halted her growth at six feet, with hair hanging down below her waist, covering the split in her skirt. Her ass was a tight, round, enormous cushion, tapering with thick thighs to her still dainty feet. She was a graceful hourglass, powerful and beautiful.

She walked through the doors of the building and towards the office. This was going to be good...

When Seamus O’ Flahherty bought his new wide lens, he was excited to test it out at the fashion show. Little did he know what the camera can add more than ten pounds... in all the right places.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride...

Kat drank another glass, and her tits ballooned out again further, but she didn’t notice. She was busy in her reverie, getting solidly plastered and looking to get laid.

Most of the guests had gone, but Kat saw a candidate. She took another few swigs of the dark wine. It tasted good she thought, trying to read the label on the bottle as her swelling tits shredded the top of the dress.

She couldn’t make out the letters, but it didn’t matter. Kat had found it in the cellar, and it was all hers. She felt good, sexy, and by this point a fair bit more than tipsy. She approached her prize, who was sleeping and, draining the last third of the bottle in one thirsty rush, corked her mouth with the man’s cock.

It responded immediately, swelling huge in her mouth, and she grew instantly wet. Kat’s tits sank to the cool floor where she kneeled, and the hard man opened his eyes, which widened before her libido took control.

Think you'll ever voice over any BE comics?

Not really my thing I’m afraid. However, I’d recommend asking someone I’ve been listening to recently. Here’s her blog http://mizspecific.tumblr.com/. She’s really great, and she does takes requests/commissions! ^^