Miss Goodbody

Being a pornagraphic photographer, people assume I lead some seedy, hotel-room-for-a-couple-hours kinda lifestyle. Fortunately for me, it is not. In fact, I doubt I got into the biz in a way that too many others have. I had a philosophy that all the shoots should be fun, and that I could either choose to be a strict studio photographer or an outdoors only photographer. Since the outdoors are a lot more natural, I decided this: all the profits I got from the models I would invest in renting an island in the tropics for the next shoot. And the next shoot after that. And the next shoot after that. I would in essence get to have my own tropical island and take pictures of a beautiful naked woman....for a week a month, if I was lucky. I'm alone and not usually tied to anyone except my distributer who sells the pics, so I have to do the hoof work in between shoots. Which basically means I get to drive around looking for girls who want to run around naked on a tropical island for a week. It's not a bad gig.

I guess the seedy part would be getting involved with these girls, but up until meeting Holly I had managed to keep it quite professional. Certainly there was laughing and flirting, and even a couple kisses, but I had always managed to keep the line clear and visible. Until Holly's shoot, of course.

It was a new island for me. The one that I had been renting was pretty much a desert. Not very green or shadey, but it had a nice beach. But the new one had everything. A remote Phillipine island with lots of lush plantlife, dense jungle canopy and a white sand lagoon. Obviously it cost more, but I had been having quite a bit of luck selling my stuff and could afford the upgrade.

And since I was doing so well, I was having much better luck finding models. In fact, I could be choosey. I was even getting commission work, which was incredible. Holly was actually the second of those. She was tall, blonde and very pretty in a girl-next-door way. But most importantly, she had a substantial bosom which was delightfully shaped.

The interesting par was that the company managing her had sent her along with a bottle of hormone pills or something which they hoped would make her boobs grow. I was to do a shoot a month for a year as her boobs either grew or didn't grow. And if her boobs didn't grow, the shoots would stop. Obviously I didn't expect to do more than one.

The first shoot went well. I was actually quite pleased with how it turned out. Holly was a natural for the camera and quite comfortable in front of it. Even so there was a shy self-awareness whenever she took her top off. And she never really 'opened up' to the camera, if you know what I mean. She managed to keep her legs together for every shot. Of at least every shot that she was bottomless. Like every new model at the islands I'd rented before, she warmed up and relaxed over the course of the week. Never enough to spread her legs, but she became a lot more comfortable being topless.


Another bonus was her personality. Normally the girls that I shot were either dim or conceited or both and just talking them through a shoot was work. But Holly was grounded, easy going, occasionally self-deprecating with a sense of humor that jumped from overtly silly to sarcastically dry with good natured ease. She was definately the most pleasant model I had yet worked with.

Between shoots that week we talked about a number of different things, some serious but mostly not. One topic that I did bring up was the business of the pills. I was curious as to why she would agree to the contract her company had her under. She was nonpulsed when she answered and it was clear that she had thought about the situation a great deal. 'Every girl wants bigger boobs,' she explained, 'and I'm only exceptional in that I'm willing to pose naked to get them.' I wondered how big she would want to be, provided that pills actually worked, and she just laughed. 'I'm not sure yet, but the bigger the better, right?'

Two : D Cups

I was completely surprised when I was called up a month later for another shoot with her, and completely curious to see her breasts. Holly's manager had told me she was now a D cup, but hearing the abstract measurement only made me want to see the detailed reality of her larger boobs. And I was not disappointed.

Holly's earlier C cups had looked large on her because of the narrowness of her chest, and these new D cups looked extra large. They were clearly tight with new grown flesh and managed to defy gravity. Her aureola had spread a bit as well, but amazingly there were no stretchmarks anywhere on her jiggly globes. Her behavior didn't really change from the first week. At first she was a little shy about her new chest (which surprised me) but got over it in a couple days. And on the last day she even spread her legs a little.

Again we talked and again the subject of her clearly expanding chest came up. She was clearly excited to be a big girl now and even more excited at the prospect of being even bigger. When I asked her if she had thought any more about how big she wanted to be, she just shrugged and said 'bigger is better'.

Three : F Cups

I was a little less surprised to be getting the call a month after that, but certinaly no less curious. Holly had apparently gained an amazing two cups, bringing her expanding chest to a fat pair of F cups. And boy were they fat. The first time I saw her in a bikini top I almost gasped. And when she took if off I did gasp. She was bigger than nearly every model I had ever seen pictures of. Their weight was finally making Holly pendulous but visibly fully packed. Again she was a little shy from the start, and my gasping almost blew it completely, but I was able to recover. This time there was leg spreading at all.

During our after hours conversations the topic was exclusively her boobs. How wonderful she thought they looked. How wonderful she thought they felt. How wonderful she thought it would be when they were larger. It was the first time she hinted at how big she wanted to be: 'custom bra big' were her exact words. Knowing a little bit about bra sizes, I pointed out that the biggest off the rack bras were J or double J cups and asked if she really wanted to have a chest that immense. It made her pause to think about it, but after a couple moments she smiled again and said she could swing it.

Four : G Cups

The fourth shoot was on the verge of being routine. She had only gained a single cup, but the looseness of her chest made up the visual volume. Her shyness had cleared ebbed when she took her top off that time, but it was still there. And in spite of having become more brazen about her unequaled udders, she didn't even take her thong off that week.

And while she didn't take her thong off when she was in front of the camera, she rarely put a top on when she wasn't. She was the biggest woman I had ever seen in real life and she was obviously enjoying it. But while she was topless nearly the entire time we were there that week, it didn't seem to me that it was for my benefit. Rather it seemed that she was getting pleasure out of the sensation of her unfettered boobs. And now that I think about it, she did mention that the bras she had with her were uncomfortably tight.

Five : Double J Cups

The month between the fourth and the fifth seemed to fly by for me, but for Holly I'm sure it seemed like an eternity as she gained a total of four whopping cups. I can only imagine what it was like waking up each morning visibly larger than when she went to bed, but I didn't have to imagine what they looked like shortly after she arrived at the island. True to form from her previous shoot, she was braless. The tank top that she was wearing did little to disguise her new double J cup jugs, and as soon as the plane left us she took that off as well. I had learned to control my reactions to a certain degree, but I couldn't stop the gasp when I saw Holly's naked boobs that time. She was quite a bit more non-chalant though, and my gasping was greeted with a giggle and then a jiggle as she waggled herself.

The shoot went great as usual, though Holly's management had sent instructions for a few poses to highlight her engorged features. The shot of her on her hands and knees was particularly telling since her nipples dragged lightly in the sand as her boobs swung beneath her. As I said before, I prefer natural shots but Holly didn't seem to have a problem with more structured posing. In fact, she shared with me later on that she had come up with a couple of the poses on her own. And this time she wasn't at all reluctant to remove her bottoms for the camera, though they went right back on as soon as the camera was put away.

As the time before, Holly was topless nearly the entire time. I even kept the camera handy to catch her between shoots. She appeared to be so comfortable and relaxed walking around with boobs bigger than her head, it seemed a shame not to capture it on film. She confided in me that between these shoots she was living way up north and not only was the social climate not accomodating to flaunting her increased volume, the weather was inhibiting as well. While these shoots were supposed to be work, as much as she enjoyed having immense boobs and as good as it felt to let them swing free, it was more of a vacation. And a sensual vacation at that.

Since she was on the cusp of leaving the commercial bra market I asked if she had thought any more about how much larger she was going to let them grow her. Her boobs looked amazing but they were obscuring her navel and she was obviously having to change how she went about things to accomodate them. Eating was as interesting example since she was being forced to sit further from the table. But she assured me that not only was she still intent on growing to 'custom bra big', she had recently changed her mind about her upper limit. 'Lap fillingly large' was how she described it with a smirk.

Six : Triple L Cups

A gain of two more cups had brought Holly very close to her previously stated upper limit, but she didn't appear to be concerned in the least. When she arrived she was stuffed into the same tank top she had been wearing the month before and her aureola were plainly visible beneath the abused material. As before her top departed at the same time the plane did and I was once again taken aback. Her navel was completely hidden by this point as was most of her stomach. Holly was instantly playfully wobbling her udders back and forth, reveling in my reaction. Interestingly, after the first shoot Holly declined to put her thong back on and asked if I was okay with it. Naturally I was and she spent the rest of the week completely naked, except to dress and then undress for the camera.

Between shoots Holly was still a delight to be around, her enormous nakedness not withstanding. She was remarkably relaxed and personable for a woman with boobs as big as watermelons. A couple times I caught her stroking the sides of her breasts thoughtfully. At first I thought she reconsidering her size, perhaps even wishing she was smaller. But when I asked she told me that even though she hadn't quite reached 'lap fillingly large', she already knew it wasn't going to be big enough. In fact she had doubled the number of pills she was taking, unbeknownst to her mangement.

It was little shock then at the end of the week when we discovered that she had grown quite a bit while she was there. The manner by which we discovered it was something else. As she squeezed herself back into her abused tank top it was clear that she had added another cup or two, for not only was it struggling to keep her girth contained, the bottoms of her boobs now hung out in the open.

Seven : Quadruple T Cups

The next time I saw Holly I was slack jawed before she even took her top off. She looked so completely different after having added nine cups I barely recognized her. Her boobs were at her waist and she looked pregnant. Enormously pregnant with twins at that. And the increased weight of her bosom forced her to lean backwards somewhat, her arms hanging behind her. Her old tank top had been replaced by a sundress which she quickly removed once the plane was gone. And while I had been right there when she took it off, I didn't noticed until she turned around that she hadn't been wearing any panties.

Holly's latest growth had been more than merely added bulk this time. Her aureola had darkened and stretched to the size of dinner plates. Her nipples had grown as well, each now pinky-sized when erect, which was almost always. Not surprisingly the company had sent more pose requests and Holly had her own as well. But what got me was how much more sexual her poses were. Nothing too ostentatious, but there was one remarkable series she had me do where she appeared to be discovering her pussy for the first time. She sight of her pulling her boobs to the side so she could see her crotch was breathtaking.

Off-camera Holly was comfortable as always, in spite of the clear impact her boobs were having on her now. In addition to being forced to lean back when she stood or walked, her 'lap over-fillingly large' boobs made it difficult for her to sit in anything which had arms. At the table she took to hanging them to her sides like saddlebags, but she was most comfortable on the couch where she set them on the cushions to either side of her.

She was still over-dosing on her pills and when she left that time I had to help her get the sundress back on. It was so tight we could hear the seams complain and I more than half expected it to rip open at any moment.

Eight : Octuple Z Cups

By the last shoot that Holly's management company had me do, she had become an overgrown tit monster. Her chest had swollen an additional ten cup sizes in the preceding month and as usual, the stark statisics of her measurements hardly captured the reality of her new figure. The pilot actually had to remove a row of seats to make room for her. And once she arrived Holly required help from both the pilot and me to get out and onto the dock. Just the sight of her stuffed into the back of that plane was astounding, but once she was out I was totally flabbergasted.

Her once-demure leaning back had become an overt rearing, complete with hands on hips. She looked a bit like a lone crew-woman counterbalancing a sailboat about to go over. Judging by her flush face and damp skin, it was clearly an effort for her to stand, but rather than being overwhelmed Holly fairly glowed with enthusiasm. No sooner than the plane had departed she began taking her dress off. She was excited to show me her new figure and I was at least as excited to see it.

She struggled with her new sundress for a bit, explaining to me that it was easier when she had something to lay her boobs on, but soon it was off and I was speechless. Holly's boobs now hung halfway down her thighs and jutted out before her such an amazing amount, I honestly didn't know how she remained standing. They were bigger than beachballs though not nearly as round, instead hanging down like the teardrops of a titan, capped by shiney hubcap-sized aureola which were studded with thumb sized nipples. She apologised for the lack of fanfare, explaining that she felt constricted in the dress, but I couldn't find the words to reply.

She must have thought my silence required additional effort on her behalf because she began to slowly turn around to give me a good look. As before it wasn't until she had her back to me that I noticed she hadn't worn underwear. From behind I could see that the weight of her boobs wrapped them around her a bit, covering the outer edges of her hips before rolling back towards her cheeks. I couldn't tell how much they would have wrapped if she hadn't been bracing her hands on her hips, but it looked like it would have been quite a bit.

When she completed her turn she smiled and asked if we could go in and sit down, to which I immediately agreed. As we made our way Holly reached forward and latched on to her nipples, apologisingly explaining that it helped her control her bulk. From my persceptive it looked like she was holding on to keep from rolling over backwards and I said as much. She laughed and agreed that she must be an extraordinary sight.

Once inside I tried to steer her towards the couch, but she assured me she was more comfortable in chairs now. Once she was seated I could see why. As before, she hung her boobs to her sides, though now their lower lobes drooped halfway to the floor. She told me that when she sat on a couch now her cleavage was up to her chin. I asked if she was finally big enough and she shrugged, causing her globes to shimmy a bit. She said she was nearly there and thought that she was probably going to quit after this week. I asked if she was going to start tapering her dosage off then, to which she laughed. Not only was she not going to taper, she had planned on tripling her current dosage throughout the week to see what would happen.

As it turned out, quite a bit happened. The first shoot we did was a repeat of her early pose work, primarily for comparison. The shots we did of her on her on her hands and knees were the most telling. She couldn't touch her hands to the ground. Then we returned to the more sensual themes, and she surprised me by producing a couple dildos. The first was a rather traditional specimen, and the shots were fairly straightforward: first she played with it in her hands a bit, licking the tip and rubbing it around her nipples before finally laying back on her beachtowel and plunging it into her twat while twisting one her her nipples up in her fist. Next she produced what could only be described as a novelty dildo, three feet long and thick as a two liter bottle. This one she pretended to titty-fuck, but even with it's enormous size it was dwarfed by Holly's capacious cleavage.

The next morning Holly was visibly larger as she made her way into the kitchen. As she tried to walk past me, she 'accidently' bumped me with one of her meaty dugs, causing it to quake heavily and nearly knocking me off my feet. She apologised, though the smirk she wore suggested she wasn't really sorry.

Throughout the day Holly's boobs continually made contact with me or knocked something over, drawing my attention. At first I thought she was simply unused to her extreme size. I continued to think so over the course of the week as each morning she would present herself larger and larger than the day before, and each day she seemingly became clumsier. She shoots were also getting randier and randier. She had a third dildo which she took to pushing up her bottom as she driller herself with the first. Then she began stuffing mor and more fingers in herself until finally, on the second to last day of shooting, Holly actually fisted herself.

On the last day of shooting when Holly heaved herself into the kitchen I could barely believe my eyes in spite of having spent a week watching her grow daily. Her boobs were now fully at her knees. She was holding on to her nipples, seemingly for dear life, her arms fully outstretched to reach them. And her nipples had grown so large that they overfilled her fists, sticking out an addition inch or so past her thumbs. When she sat at the table, even with her boobs hanging to her sides, she had to sit back a couple feet.

That day the shoots she did were molten hot. By the second shoot she was fisting herself. By the third, she had a dildo up her ass while she fisted herself. Finally, as the sun was setting Holly pulled out the novelty dildo and started heading towards the beach. It was obvious that her boobs had continued to grow during the day as she could no longer grab her nipples. Rather she shuffled down the path with her hands pressed into the sides of her pontoons. Her accidental contacts during the day had given way to overt touching and as we walked she prodded me along with an erect nipple in the small of my back.

Once on the beach, Holly started like she was going to titty-fuck the dildo again, but to my surprise she rolled onto her back, reached down between her piles of tit, and somehow managed to stuff the cartoonish cock between her legs. It was an effort for me to keep shooting, but somehow I managed until she came with a thunderous orgasm and spasmed to stop, lying in a huge quivering mound on the sand.

When she was done, she looked up at me expectantly, and when I didn't move she heaved herself to her feet, the dildo still locked in place. She then started shuffling towards me with an intent look on her face.

'Don't you find me attractive?' she asked. I nodded silently.

'I really can't get any bigger you know,' she gestured at her unreal chest. 'Or at least, once I stop growing I won't be able to get any bigger. I finished off my entire supply of pills last night, including two extra bottles, hoping that by growing right in front of you, you would at least pretend to notice me,' she explained as her collossel tanks filled the gap between us. I was flabbergasted. I had no idea that she was trying to get me to notice and I said as much.

'You're amazing,' she explained, 'I have the most startling boobs ever and it barely seems to register with you. I mean, look at me' she said again as she gestured at her bosom. Her nipple was poking into my stomach and she was still a good four feet from me. 'I'm too big to drive, too big to sit at a table, too big to even touch my own nipples, and you act like I'm just another model.'

As I tried to explain that I had certainly noticed, Holly effected a shuffling turn until I was within armreach. She rubbed my crotch and remarked 'if I'm exciting you this much, why don't you do something about it?'

I stammered something about professionalism before weakly observing that she was already 'occupied' by something much much larger than me. 'You're right,' she agreed as she turned her back to me and lay heavily upon her fat pillows, 'I'd rather have it in my ass anyway,' she finished with a grin as she spread her legs.

I was quick to comply and soon myself in the wildest sex I had ever enjoyed. We went at it on the beach, by the pool, in the living room and finally in the bedroom. It went on for several hours. All the while, as I was getting more and more sore, Holly continued to grow larger and larger. Finally, some time after the sun had set, we fell asleep, exhausted.

I woke to the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. I got up to explore and when I walked in, I was hardly prepared for the sight which greeted me. Holly was nude, as usual, but her boobs had obvious continued growing through the night. they nearly touched the ground in front of her as she shuffled to the table with a platter of waffles in her upraised hand. When she saw me she smile.

'What do you think?' she asked, gesturing at her chest again and heaving it up as much as she could. Her bazooms were nothing short of immense, preceding her by five or six feet, capped with trash-can sized aureola and pickle-thick nipples.

I wasn't sure what to think. I asked her if she finally thought she was big enough and she grinned, telling me 'can you imagine me bigger?' I numbly replied I couldn't to which she simply said 'pity'.

She sat me down and began to feed me breakfast, all the while rubbing her boobs against me. As soon as I finished, she begged 'care for a quicky'? Naturally I was and she again turned and lay upon her chest. 'I hope you don't mind,' she explained when she spread her legs and gave me the show, 'I think I'm a little addicted to this dildo.' She either still had the cartoon knob in her twat from the night before, or she had stuffed it in that morning before I awoke.

It certainly didn't bother me then and it hasn't since. Holly and I moved in together after that and I have witness her getting plenty of action from it. And with her shuffling around naked all the time, I can't say that I have ever had a problem with her sexual appetite save that it is stronger than mine. Sometimes I get to watched her jack off with the dildo when I don't think I'm up for it, but the quaking of her ballooned bosom is always enough to make me change my mind.