Through a Lens Darkly

by Nomdreserv


Part 4


Jessica Banner was the next model to arrive, dropped off by Meg's assistant who promptly left again. Jessica felt somewhat uneasy as she walked the short distance down the beach, as though she was being watched, but, except for an imagined flash of orange in the grass when she looked around, she and Meg appeared to be alone on the beach.

Meg's smile and easy manner helped to reassure her as they walked to the changing tent.

"I picked out a couple of suits I thought would work," Meg offered. "But take your pick. We still have plenty to choose from."

Jessica looked around curiously. "Where are all the other models? I thought we were going back together."

"You are," Meg answered. "Let's see. Sabrina’s in the far tent, resting. Her session really took a lot out of her. Rachel is prowling the beach somewhere. And Kate's in the refreshment tent over there. I'm afraid there may not be much left for anyone else to eat once she's done."

Jessica's eyes went wide. "Kate Mock is eating? I don't think I've ever seen real food pass her lips. I assumed she lived on air or something."

"In that case, she looks a bit overinflated," Meg said softly, then added in a louder voice. "It’s part of my total makeover process. I love to make people see themselves in a new way. We'll have to see what we can do to change your image with today's shoot."

Jessica looked at the available suits with some trepidation. She was still a relative novice in modeling, having gotten a late start in her teens. She had a beautiful face, which had been her ticket to fame, but felt self conscious about her slight frame, especially her small breasts, and relatively short, thin legs. She stood only five-two, and was used to looking up at people, even other women like Meg, and knew her short stature would limit how far her career would go. She was perfect for close-ups, but couldn't do fashion work, and had been surprised and pleased when asked to do a swimsuit shoot.

She held up a one piece critically, while making conversation.

"I like your work," she said sincerely. "You really have an eye for bringing out unusual features in your subjects."

Meg smiled. "Very perceptive. I try."

"I'd love to work with you. Maybe I can stay on after my pictures and help out?"

"Well ..."

"Just think about it.” She discarded the suit and looked around again. “You picked a nice spot. A bit isolated though."

"The way I like it. Really allows me to work magic with my subjects."

Jessica pulled up her shorts to bare her legs. "Think you can do something to make these scrawny things look better?" she laughed.

"More than you know," Meg replied, changing her mind about her next lens.

"I’ll hold you to that. Be right out." She disappeared into the tent.

Meg scrambled through her equipment. She had already attached one magical lens to the camera, and rather than replace it, decided to simply attach a filter in combination for the new effect she wanted. In her haste, however, she dropped the filter onto the ground, where it struck a small stone in the sand. A quick examination showed no obvious scratch or break, so she simply screwed it on, just in time to see Jessica emerge in a white bikini with flashing silver trim.

"Nice," Meg appraised.

"Thanks. I'm supposed to wear light colors to emphasize what little I've got." She pointed to her slight bustline. "Not much there to work with."

"Let's see what my photo wizardry can do. We'll have you looking buffed and busty in these pictures."

"I wish." Jessica had actually tried weight training in an effort to enhance her curves, but had been frustrated by the lack of progress, and humiliated by the light weights which were all she could manage. She began posing at Meg's direction.

"Looking good," Meg informed her after a couple of minutes.

Jessica smiled as she glanced down involuntarily in response. At least her decision to wear the bikini seemed to have worked - she looked like she had real cleavage for a change. Must be some kind of miracle bra top. She thought about asking to keep the suit, but then reconsidered. She realized it was actually a little too tight now that she'd had a chance to work out in it.

To Meg, of course, it just proved her attachments were working as expected, and she watched Jessica's breasts slowly expand, pushing the bikini top down and out. She wanted to check to see if the additional filter was also doing its job. It was hard to tell on Jessica's small frame.

"Give me a muscle shot," she directed. "Flex your arm."

Jessica blushed, feeling Meg was deliberately making fun of her underdeveloped physique, but complied anyway. To her astonishment, a slight biceps bulge resulted.

"Whoa," she gasped, unable to resist feeling her arm (Meg captured the moment of recognition beautifully with another click). The muscle was firm and real - and more than she could ever remember. Those personal training sessions were paying off at last. Funny she hadn't noticed it while wearing regular clothes.

"Hey, look at me!" she called giddily, striking a double biceps pose, not noticing that each arm swelled at least an inch more than seconds before. "I'm Ms. Universe!"

"Not yet," Meg breathed. "But give me a few minutes." She did worry a bit that the relatively minor changes so far had been immediately recognized, but kept clicking anyway.

Jessica turned her attention to her legs. They also looked firmer and thicker than she remembered - it was amazing how different she looked in this bathing suit. She tensed her thigh muscles. Sure enough, there was a definition and palpable size to them that was new and exhilarating. She stood on her toes and looked over her shoulder at the increased rounding of her calf muscles. She liked what she saw, and decided to start training even harder from now on.

The only discordant note to her exultation was the increasing pressure on her chest. The bikini top was really binding her now, and looked distorted, making her assume it must have gotten disarranged. She looked more closely and gasped. Her breasts looked at least double their normal size, and pushed out around the small white cups. She reached up to squeeze experimentally, almost moaning at the pleasurable response. Yup - they were all her: big, firm, warm and feeling wonderful. But much larger, and leaving her bewildered. She stopped posing and looked at Meg with a perplexed expression.

"Um, Meg? Something's going on. I, um, well, I ..." She pointed at her ill-fitting top.

Meg stopped shooting, despite the erotic picture of the puzzled, increasingly toned and busty woman almost falling out of her tight and now too small bikini. Something had evidently gone wrong with the magic that kept the subject unaware. Perhaps unseen damage to the amazonian filter.

Jessica could read the lack of surprise in Meg's face at her changes, and walked over to confront her, looking directly into her eyes. "You know what's happening, don't you? How ... Oh my God!" She suddenly realized she was the same height as Meg. "I'm taller too? What's going on?" She grabbed Meg's sleeve, jerking her forward with unexpected strength.

Jessica had never been able to physically intimidate anyone with her short, slight frame, and experienced a giddy rush as she saw Meg flinch at her touch and the tone of threat in her voice.

Meg decided to explain. She was going to eventually as part of her plan, but had taken a liking to Jessica that almost made it a relief to share it with someone. At first, the model listened in shocked disbelief, then with a hint of anger, but as Meg finished, her expression changed to thoughtful consideration.

"So, it's temporary?" she asked appraisingly, unconsciously kneading her suddenly firm muscles and enhanced breasts. "You're sure? You've tested it?"

Meg nodded. "I could make it permanent, but won't. I can change you back right now if you want. I just wanted to make a statement, and maybe teach a few lessons."

Jessica nodded. "It's unbelievable." She flexed her arm experimentally, producing a biceps bulge the equal of an average man's. "Until you see it with your own eyes." She bounced back on her heels, setting her newly C cup breasts jiggling. "Or feel it." Meg had revealed she was using two different enhancers on Jessica - one for breast enlargement and the other for amazonian transformation. To be honest, she liked the results of both.

She looked at Meg with sudden decision. After a brief conversation that left them both smiling, Jessica briefly disappeared into the changing tent, emerging in a new version of the same suit, but many sizes larger.

"OK, boss," she saluted Meg. "Let's see what you can do."

Working together now, Meg shot rapidly as Jessica stretched and posed - and bulked up. Her breasts continued to expand, at least D cups now, and rapidly filling out the oversized top she had chosen, making her bust her most imposing feature.

But not for long. Her muscles also expanded and became much more clearly defined, even at rest, producing unaccustomed bulging of her thighs and upper arms. Now when she flexed her arm, she raised a softball sized biceps muscle that would be the envy of many a weight trainer, male or female. Her neck thickened, while her chest and shoulders broadened, etched with bands of taut muscle that rippled as she twisted and posed, and threatened to tear the increasingly distressed bikini top, already severely overburdened by her swelling breasts. Her calves swelled into bulging diamond-shaped cords. Her abdomen firmed, marked by an enlarging six pack of hard muscle. Even more remarkable, she now found herself looking down at the photographer, clearly gaining height as well as mass. Meg finally paused.

"Wow."

Jessica now stood six and a half feet tall, with muscles on muscles bulging from her thick arms and massive thighs. Only her melon sized breasts stretching the bikini top to the breaking point immediately identified her as female, since she was far more muscular than any woman Meg had ever seen. Her V-shaped chest tapered to a remarkably narrow waist, surmounted by a thick band of ridged abdominal muscles. Her body then flared into a still womanly pelvis graced by incredibly high and tight buttocks that pulled the bikini bottom taut. Her thighs were three times Meg's in width, and bulged with Hulk-like muscles that Jessica showed off with graceful flexing and posing. Her calves were rock-hard and powerful, and she probably had more strength in one now than she had started with in both thighs.

"You like?" Jessica flexed her arms, causing a mountain of new muscles to erupt that would have sent most men scurrying off in shame. Her voice had become deeper and much more resonant.

Meg nodded, patting her lens bag. "These pics will be a sensation. Mr. Rook was right. He does good work."

Jessica could feel unbelievable power coursing through her body. She had to test this out.

"May I?" she asked, walking over to the suddenly tiny looking photographer and grabbing her by the hips. Without waiting for an answer, she lifted Meg off the ground, almost throwing her into the air she felt so light. Meg gave a small cry as she found herself tossed easily from hand to hand like a toy.

"This is unbelievable," Jessica gushed. "You weigh like nothing."

She felt a general rush at her unimaginable strength, but also a sexual tingle at being so strong. She wondered how her boyfriend would react if he could see her now. Or when she picked him up like a little boy to squeeze him in her massive arms. She wanted to see his expression when she carried HIM off to the bedroom, helpless to resist. Her own expression became dreamy at the prospect.

"Uh, Jessica?" Meg, still bouncing from hand to hand, interrupted her daydream. "Up here, remember? I don't want to damage these lenses if I fall."

"Oops." Jessica blushed, setting her down gently. "Just thinking of ... um, how long can I stay like this?"

"A month," Meg replied. "That's when the issue will be printed." She smiled. "I take it that won't be a problem for you."

Jessica smiled back at her with slight embarrassment. "Well, you know, not permanent or anything, but I'd like to try it for a while. I mean, I've been so small all my life. It's just exhilarating to be like this. I want to try everything at this size. Everything."

Meg nodded. "I'm glad. Just remember to keep a low profile. We don't want to ruin the surprise, and we'd both have some explaining to do." She hadn't anticipated any of the models NOT wanting to hide out for the next month.

"No problem." Jessica squeezed her enormous breasts, almost basketball sized, yet still firm and upright, apparently responding to her enhanced chest muscles. "Just a couple of people I want to show off to. I wonder how strong I am?"

Meg shook her head. "I'd be surprised if you're not the strongest woman in the world right now. And one of the tallest."

"I feel so confident and energetic," Jessica enthused. "I wish everyone ..." She got a faraway look in her eyes. "What would you say to some group shots? Maybe of the girls in my old high school? Just a few pictures to sort of shake things up? Wouldn't that be cool?"

Meg was taken aback at the suggestion of such a widespread alteration initially, but then smiled in response. "It might at that. We could think up several projects together." She held up the camera. "I'll show you how these work later. You want any more now?"

Jessica felt a slight tearing of the bikini straps.

"Nah. I don't think this suit will take any more." She paused, then suddenly laughed recklessly. "What the hell! How often could I do this?"

She tensed, expanding her chest and thigh muscles, and flexing her arms, producing Herculean bulging of her muscles that made Meg gasp. With a rip and a snap, Jessica's overtaxed bikini top popped off, revealing her mammoth breasts - each topped by a stiff nipple the size of a strawberry - and powerful chest in all their glory. A quick squat ruined the suit bottom, and Jessica tore the already frayed bikini remnant off her waist effortlessly.

"Talk about buns of steel," she laughed, seeing the shredded cloth fall to the sand, then struck an awe inspiring muscle pose. "Whatta you say to a few nude poses to finish things off? I want to remember this in all its glory."

Meg couldn't have agreed more as she started shooting for their private gallery.

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End part 4

copyright 1999 by Nomdreserv

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