Through a Lens Darkly

by Nomdreserv

Part 3

Kate Mock came out of the tent, adjusting her small, blue bikini one more time. Not that she had much to cover. As a teen model several years ago, she had epitomized the waif look, with a thin, boyish frame, barely-there breasts, long, straight legs, and a gaunt face. Older now, she clung tenaciously to the style despite decreased demand and persistent rumors about anorexia and ill health.

Time for a new look, Meg decided while attaching her new lens, taking in the skinny legs and prominent ribs so obvious in the brief swimsuit. After all, people say the camera adds 10 pounds ...

“Sure you don’t want some breakfast?” Meg asked solicitously. It was close to mid morning and Kate sure looked like she could use a meal.

“Oh, please!” Kate sneered. “I’m not some pig who needs to feed her face every morning. Let’s just shoot, OK?”

“You got it,” Meg agreed grimly.

As before, the changes started slowly, barely detectable until after a half dozen clicks. The earliest were subtle - Kate’s skin took on a healthier sheen, filling out and becoming smoother and tighter. Her gaunt cheeks filled in, and her face became softer and prettier. Then the changes became more obvious on her body. At first, it was a distinct improvement as the weight was added to places it should be on a woman. Soon, she sported noticeable cleavage where before there had been mere swellings beneath the blue top. Her bottom became full and round, finally stretching the bikini bottom the way it had been designed, and her legs became much fuller, displaying real, feminine curves at calf and thigh instead of the pipe stems she had started with. Meg snapped faster.

At this point, she was still instantly recognizable as Kate Mock, but now boasted a real woman’s body in place of the skinny, boyish one she had starved herself to maintain. Even as her stomach finally began to round out, finally producing the first bulge, most everyone would have said it was a distinct improvement.

As her transformation progressed, however, their opinions might have started to reverse. Her breasts and buttocks continued to expand, giving her a full figured look that would have made her gasp if she had noticed, but the increased proportion of fat softened them, and they began to sag a bit, jiggling as she walked into the surf. The space between her thighs filled in, and they also began to quiver a bit as she jumped in the waves, while her stomach now definitely bulged out above her increasingly tight suit bottom. Her face rounded further, and a second chin began to appear when she flexed her neck.

“Hold on a sec,” Kate called, pulling futilely in an attempt to loosen her now binding suit. “This thing is too small - keeps riding up on me. Water must have shrunk it or something.”

“Or something,” Meg agreed, smiling at the Rubensesque figure before her.

The overstretched bikini was having increasing difficulty containing the soft, expanding flesh beneath it. Both the tops and bottoms of her breasts had started to push out beyond their confining bands, at least two or three cup sizes too small now, and the bottom rode low as her widening hips effaced the fabric, exposing the top of her ass cheeks. Kate was discovering that the bikini was not a forgiving garment to the over-endowed.

“Don’t worry,” Meg continued, continuing to snap pictures. “It’s Lycra and Spandex. Should stretch to fit anyway.” At least for a while, she thought.

Kate pulled hard at her suit bottom trying to restore its fit, sending an echoing ripple through her now sagging tummy and a second roll of fat that started to form above it. This had to be the worst designed suit she’d ever worn, and it was ridiculous the way it shrank after getting wet. Talk about useless. Only somebody with her figure could even hope to carry it off.

Though the last traces of that figure were fast disappearing. She had passed full figured, was well into plump, and was closing on rotund. Her abdomen’s increased size began to push her fat arms out to her sides, and every step produced a quivering resonance in her flabby legs and arms and the roll of fat drooping further down her stomach. Her thighs, close to three times their former width, were losing their smoothness as fat continued to build up, and now rubbed against each other with each movement, chafing her skin and restricting her movements. She also found it more and more difficult to jump with the waves, as her overtaxed muscles tried to cope with close to triple their expected load.

“How about I take a break and dry off?” an out of breath Kate called, looking hopefully out from a round face with full double chin. She hoped she could take the opportunity to get out of this rubber band of a suit she’d been stuck with, but had another motive as well. The idea of breakfast, scorned earlier, had become strangely appealing, especially remembering those luscious danish and doughnuts she had seen. Apparently, the lens could adjust metabolism as well as make physical changes, and she felt an uncontrollable desire for fats and sweets building in her.

“Sure,” Meg agreed casually, still clicking unobtrusively. “Maybe a coffee break?”

“Oh, well,” Kate licked her lips. “I mean, if you insist. Coffee. Sure. And ... um ... you still have those goodies, right? No one else has had a chance to get their hands ... I mean, if they’re just sitting there and everything.”

“Don’t worry. I brought lots. Thought we might get hungry.”

Kate made straight for the tent, as fast as she could manage with her increased weight and restricted movements. Meg followed behind her, still clicking, and watching her ponderous ass sway as she adopted more of a waddling gait to accommodate her ballooned legs. Her rolling buttocks almost engulfed the tiny blue bikini bottom that now looked like a thong, barely covering any of the vast expanse of soft, new flesh. Her thighs shook with every ponderous step, and the skin was now pockmarked by cellulite deposits. She had two distinct rolls of fat sitting above her protuberant belly, which now threatened to cover the suit front as it sagged and swayed. Her bikini top looked like a ribbon stretched across huge, drooping breasts - at least DDD, and topped with stiff, fat nipples that tented the taut fabric.

By the time she reached the tent, she seemed to slosh from side to side as she walked, and the suit top was cutting into her soft flesh and restricting her breathing. Pausing only long enough to confirm that the breakfast tray was intact and there was no one else in sight, she tried to reach her pudgy arms around her back, sausage-fat fingers fumbling at the bikini strap.

“God, I can’t breathe with this thing,” she mumbled, at last reaching the elusive clasp. With a spring, it was released, and the bikini top shot off like a rubber band, exposing massive, sagging mammaries that drooped onto her bulging tummy folds. “That’s better,” she sighed happily, wrapping herself in a towel, or as much as it could cover of her expanded form. She sat, Buddha-like, in front of the pastry tray, and grabbed a danish in each hand.

Meg entered the tent, amazed at the blimpish but happy woman stuffing her mouth greedily, unrecognizable as the infamously underweight model who had started the shoot.

“Take a break for a while?” she asked, surreptitiously snapping a couple of “candid” shots to finish the montage.

“Mmph,” Kate replied around a mouthful, reaching for another doughnut and smiling contentedly. She didn’t even pause as she heard the bikini bottom start to tear.


End part 3

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