Through A Lens Darkly

By Nomdreserv

Part 6

And now for something completely different, Meg decided.

James Montena was the token male model this year, an attempt by SM to show they were really doing this to highlight swimwear and not just to publish pictures of mostly naked women that would triple sales (wink, wink). They usually included one or possibly two male shots buried near the back. It was a hollow gesture to deflect criticism about sexism and exploitation of women, and Meg decided to have some fun with it.

James stood looking bored, idly noting the little girl playing happily in the sand, but with no signs of the gorgeous models he’d planned to hit on. With his well-toned physique and photogenic good looks, he had no trouble scoring with women in general, but getting another supermodel under his belt (so to speak) was a welcome challenge.

“Where is everybody?” he asked. “I thought Rachel, Jessica, Raquel and all the others were staying here ‘til we went back together.”

“They’re around,” Meg assured him. “But let’s keep your mind centered a little higher for a while, hmm?” She glanced at his crotch. “Doesn’t look like there’s much room down there to spare as is.”

James smiled confidently. He was well hung and loved to show it, deliberately choosing a brief Speedo type suit that outlined his large penis and heavy set of balls. He just wished there were someone around worth impressing.

“Hey, when you’ve got it, flaunt it,” he crowed.

“Funny, I’ve heard that exact same line from my women models. Maybe you have a feminine side to develop.”

“Yeah, right!” he snorted. He then squared his broad shoulders and flexed quite respectable upper arm muscles. “Still think there’s a feminine side here?”

Meg almost laughed, thinking how Jessica’s enhanced physique would dwarf his, but kept a straight face.

“Not yet, but give me a minute,” she muttered under her breath, attaching her lens. “OK, Super-stud, let’s see what you’ve got.”

The first few clicks were again remarkably subtle in their effects. Like many male models, J kept his chest hairless, so there was no change there, but if he had looked carefully, he would have seen his arm and leg hair become finer and sparser, at last disappearing on his thighs and upper arms entirely. The light trail of fur on his lower abdomen evaporated, and his well-defined abs began to blur and soften. His skin became smoother and softer, especially on his face where there was no trace of the faint beard shadow that had been present moments before.

Meg’s breath quickened, as did her photo pace. She watched, fascinated, as each camera click now seemed to reduce that large bulge at the front of his suit another fraction. If James had only known, he would have been horrified to learn that his once proud member was now a four *click* no, make that a three inch embarrassment, and that massive scrotum had shrunk to child size. As though in a last protest, his cock sprang to life, briefly tenting his suit front one more time.

He felt the surge and smiled, thinking to impress Meg and any interested female readers, suspecting some of these shots would end up in Meg’s “private” collection (and he was quite right). He posed proudly, yet felt a very slight discomposure. His erection felt both familiar and strange at the same time, stiff, but not big, if that made any sense. Usually, it was a palpable weight pushing his briefs down, but as hard as it felt to him at the moment, the material barely felt stretched at all, and it sure wasn’t threatening to slap his thigh. He decided it must be an unusual amount of Lycra in the suit restraining him.
He brushed at the hair tickling his neck, forgetting how out of place it was given his weekly haircuts.

“OK, give me that muscle pose again,” Meg challenged.

He did, or rather, tried. His arm muscles swelled to less than half their former size, barely producing a visible biceps bulge.

“How’s that?” J asked proudly, but faltered as he heard his voice crack. He cleared his throat and repeated the question, not noticing that he was now speaking in a high tenor rather than his earlier baritone.

“Perfect.” Meg smiled and snapped a few upper body shots to highlight the thinning, girlish arms. His shoulders had narrowed, as had his waist, but now his hips began to widen in their place, spreading the Speedo in an unaccustomed manner. James’ face was still clearly recognizable, but had also begun to change. The overall contours were softer, his nose was smaller, and his lips fuller. It was now framed by near-shoulder length hair. His neck was thinner, and his Adam’s apple had all but disappeared. His chest and shoulders had shrunk, at first giving him a young boyish look, but now, as she fired off a series of additional shots in rapid sequence, she saw his nipples stiffen, then expand, followed by a very slight swelling that raised them provocatively and in a most un-boylike manner.

“Break for film loading,” Meg called.

“Suits me fine,” James replied. The action may have, but clearly his suit didn’t. It was stretched by wide hips and a full, rounded bottom that gave him an unmistakably feminine appearance from behind. His voice was up another half octave, further blurring an appearance that would have left passersby of either sex wondering whether they should give him an appraising glance or not. There was almost no residual of that bulge that had pushed the suit’s front out earlier, though a one inch nubbin was still faintly outlined.

James shook his hair and sat down on a rock, almost immediately jumping back up to look for the towel or cushion he thought he had sat on. He shrugged at seeing nothing, and sat down again, legs crossed at the knee modestly. He had lost interest in hitting on the female models he had longed for earlier. To his own surprise, he instead found his thoughts drifting back to his last job, and sharing the changing room with Mark, a rugged, curly-haired pro who also boasted a wonderful, large …

He stopped, shocked at the direction of his thoughts. He would have been even more shocked had he realized he was lightly stroking his nipples as he daydreamed, but instead he merely forced himself to put the thoughts (and his hands) aside. He’d been too long without sex - that must be the problem. No wonder his nipples felt so stiff and sensitive. They needed …

Before he could focus more clearly about his strange thoughts, Meg signaled she was ready, and he went back to posing.

The last of his well developed upper body muscles faded away, though enough of his calf and thigh muscles remained to enhance the curves of his now smooth legs. There was no trace of a bulge at the front of his suit now, and meg was left to speculate as to what further changes were taking place beneath it. A very slight crease forming at the crotch confirmed her suspicions. His nascent breasts now became undeniable and began to grow dramatically, first as cone-like swellings that jiggled softly as he posed, then round, firmer, upright mounds. James unconsciously began to pose with his hands across his chest, feeling inexplicably shy about his bare-chested brazenness. To his surprise, his nipples felt remarkably large, warm and sensitive, and stiffened beneath his touch. He couldn’t resist rubbing them lightly, and was rewarded with a deep pleasurable tingle. No doubt a reaction to the cool, salt air, he decided.

A minute before, an observer would have puzzled over the sex of Meg’s model: an androgynous, wide-hipped, puffy-chested male, or an almost flat-chested woman with a small (but still unusual) bulge from her male style Speedo. Now, there would no longer be any hesitation. James sported an increasingly curvaceous figure with well rounded hips and full ass stretching his suit, and B cup breasts jiggling on his chest. Oddly, as his breasts continued to enlarge, he became less shy about covering them, as though he was used to showing them off.

He swept his just past shoulder length hair up artfully and pouted at the camera with a half kiss on his full lips. His high cheekbones and small nose were perfect for the camera, and he knew it. His poses and moves had changed subtly, emphasizing the natural curves of his long legs and feminine hips. He laughed as he thrust his perfectly formed, C cup breasts at the camera, proud of his large pink nipples which stood stiff in the sea air.

“Whadda ya think?” James called, shaking his breasts saucily. “Too hot for them, huh?”

“Still feeling cocky, aren’t you?” Meg mused. “Oops. Maybe that’s the wrong term now.”

James shook his head, laughing. “I told you. If you’ve got ‘em, flaunt ‘em.” He looked around a bit wistfully, wishing there was someone worth flaunting them to. “Why don’t you have any other male models around? I want … um … to talk … about … posing and stuff.” He inadvertently began rubbing his breasts again.

Meg smiled, wondering how one of her female subjects would respond to this lens.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she responded cryptically.



END PART 6

Copyright 1999 by Nomdreserv

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