LaTonya by bobby

LaTonya sat in front of her new computer and logged onto the Internet.  
She was very excited about finally being able to use a computer at home; 
she had begged her parents for weeks to get one, and finally, they'd 
reluctantly given in.

As LaTonya began surfing the web, she pulled out a piece of paper with 
some URL's she had written down at school that her friends had told her to 
look up.  They were pages that featured models posing in swimsuits and 
lingerie; it was for some kind of store that sold the stuff online.  Her 
friends told her that she would really enjoy looking at the pictures, 
although LaTonya certainly didn't know why.  She wasn't interested in 
looking at pictures of ladies; she'd rather check out the Nickelodeon page 
or something like that.

LaTonya made sure neither of her parents was around while she typed in 
one of the URL's.  She thought she might get in trouble, since they told her 
only to look at sites for kids.  She hit enter and waited for the page to load, 
shifting restlessly in her chair.  She was wearing a large red T-shirt she 
used as a nightgown, since she had just finished breakfast and hadn't yet 
dressed.  Finally the page loaded and LaTonya saw it was just a bunch of 
pictures, with a line under each one showing the price for each item.

"This is boring.  Why would I want to look at these stupid pictures?" the 
nine-year-old asked herself.  She went down the page scanning through 
the thumbnails, swinging her legs under her chair, until one caught her eye 
for some reason.  It was a picture of a pretty black model wearing a one-
piece suit, standing in a classic pose with her hands on her hips, turned 
slightly to one side with one leg bent at the knee in front of the other.  
"Wow, she's pretty!" LaTonya said.  It seemed she couldn't take her eyes 
off of the picture, and she didn't know why.  She just kept staring at it.

As she was looking at the picture, LaTonya felt her feet touch the floor.  
"That's funny.  My legs aren't long enough to reach the floor," she said, but 
sure enough, she could now place them flat on the floor while sitting.  She 
looked back at the picture, and then clicked on the thumbnail to get the 
full size version.  She waited anxiously as it downloaded, still not sure why 
she was so interested in this stupid picture.

When the large version finished downloading, LaTonya stared at the 
picture with her mouth open.  "She's REALLY pretty!" she said, stopping 
suddenly.  Her voice sounded a little different, a little lower than usual.  
"What's going on?" she asked herself.  As she looked down she saw two 
small mounds showing through the red shirt.  "What are these?" she asked 
herself, placing her hands gingerly upon them.  The twelve-year-old also 
noticed the shirt was rising on her, where before it went down to mid-calf 
level it was just below her knees.

She looked back up at the screen and was again entranced by the model's 
picture.  She now felt something weird as she sat staring; she had to push 
her chair back a little to get comfortable. When she was pushing back, 
LaTonya glanced at her hands and saw her fingers had grown longer and 
more slender and were getting longer as she watched.  The small mounds 
on her chest were not so small anymore; they were now definitely breasts, 
as she saw them pushing further into her red shirt.  "What's happening to 
me?" LaTonya asked in an even lower voice.  She was now fifteen and was 
looking less and less girlish.  She looked in the mirror next to her desk and 
was shocked to see a high school girl starting wide-eyed back at her.  Her 
hair was thicker and now reached her shoulders.  Her face was becoming 
thinner and longer, less round and childish, with fuller lips.  Her nightgown 
was now at knee level, and rising.

LaTonya turned back to the screen and continued looking at the picture.  
She noticed a link underneath that read: CLICK HERE FOR MORE PICTURES 
OF THIS MODEL, so she did. Another screen came up with more thumbnails 
of the model wearing bikinis and other one-piece suits.  LaTonya clicked 
on one of the bikini pictures and watched it download.  "She's pretty good 
looking, but I bet I'll look better than she does when I'm older," she said in 
a voice sounding more and more adult by the second.  Looking down, 
LaTonya saw her breasts enlarging, the nipples now starting to become 
visible through the fabric.  They were pulling her neckline down, revealing 
a small amount of dusky cleavage.  Her red nightshirt was now above her 
knees, and she could see her legs had grown considerably longer, her 
calves were acquiring a shapely tone.  LaTonya reached underneath her 
rear end and felt more of it than was there before, and her widening hips 
were becoming evident through the nightshirt, as she could see how the 
shirt was now curving out where it had been straight.

Eighteen-year-old LaTonya smiled at the college-age girl's reflection in the 
mirror.  "You're starting to look pretty good now, girl," she said in a voice 
closer to her mother's than her previous nine-year-old voice.  She looked 
back at the picture she had downloaded, and said, "It won't be long before 
I could take your place on this site, girlfriend."  LaTonya went back to 
thumbnail page and clicked on another picture, this time the model was 
wearing another one-piece swimsuit.  As she moved the mouse around, 
LaTonya felt something brushing her upper arm and looked down to see 
that it was her large right breast, now straining the material of her 
increasingly short T-shirt.  There was significantly more cleavage showing 
now, and her breasts were now wider than her chest, forming a beautiful 
teardrop shape as they protruded about an inch further on each side.  She 
placed a hand under each breast and could feel the weight increasing.  

Looking down, LaTonya saw the T-shirt was at mid-thigh and still getting 
shorter, and it was very snug around her growing body.  Her shapely, 
smooth thighs were gradually being exposed as the hem of the shirt rose.  
Her breasts were starting to rest against her desk, so she pushed her chair 
back a little further and crossed her long legs, admiring their shape and 
how feminine they looked.  LaTonya looked over at the mirror again and 
saw how much sexier she looked, with her full lips and hair that hadn't 
grown longer, but much fuller and was curling inward at the ends, at 
shoulder length.  She licked her lips and suddenly felt lipstick on them as 
they were now a deep red color.  The twenty-one-year-old's lashes were 
now coated with mascara, and she brushed her hair away from her ears to 
reveal golden hoops hanging from her ears.

Then LaTonya noticed how her nightshirt had been changing; the sleeves 
had disappeared leaving thin straps over her shoulders, and the neckline 
had lowered considerably, showing most of her very deep cleavage.  The 
hem was now up to just below her hips, but had fused together 
underneath with the rear, and the sides were now rising up above her hips 
to form a bathing suit.  She looked back at the picture on her screen and 
said in a smooth, adult voice, "Well, baby, it looks like I'm catching up 
faster than I thought.  I mean, just look at this body!  Your titties are no 
match for these girls, honey." She lifted her huge breasts up, and was 
amazed at how they'd gone from nonexistent to truly unavoidable.  
LaTonya stood up and walked over to her full-length mirror to take in the 
view.  She was a 24-year-old goddess, about 5' 6", with a face like an angel 
and a figure that could be described as a lethal weapon; the red one-piece 
really brought her shape out well.  Her legs were phenomenal, with her 
curvy calves leading up to full thighs that tapered out up to her wide hips 
and round rear end.  Her hips gave way to a small waist, which in turn led 
up to her impressive bust.  Her breasts were firm, but weren't totally 
unaffected by gravity as they spread down and outward, forming a 
beautiful bust that covered her upper body down to a few inches above 
her belly button.
Her arms were well toned and her hands had become graceful with long 
fingers and long sculptured nails.  

LaTonya stood for a minute, striking poses similar to those that the model 
on the web site had, and laughed.  "Eat your heart out, baby.  LaTonya has 
come out to play!"  She walked back to the computer, shaking in all the 
right places, and saw another link at the bottom of the screen:
MODELS INTERESTED IN SUBMITTING FOR CONSIDERATION TO BE 
DISPLAYED ON THIS SITE SHOULD CLICK HERE.

She smiled and clicked on the link, which brought up another page.  This 
was a form asking for personal information, such as name, age, height, 
bust, waist, hips, etc.  Somehow she knew all her vital statistics, even 
though she just attained them a few seconds ago.  She started typing them 
in, having to use the tips of her nails, so it took a while to fill in all the 
fields.   

Finally LaTonya was done and moved the mouse over to the SUBMIT FORM 
button, pausing for just a second.  "Move over, sugar, 'cause LaTonya's 
movin' in!" She laughed and clicked the button.  There was a blinding flash 
of light, then nothing.  LaTonya's room was empty.  If anyone had been 
watching however, they would have seen a window pop up on the screen 
reading: THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUBMISSION.  ALL SUBMISSIONS REMAIN 
THE PROPERTY OF THIS SITE.  Then the window disappeared and the 
screen changed back to the original page LaTonya had been looking at, 
with the exception of an additional thumbnail at the bottom, the model 
strangely resembling our heroine.  Underneath was the caption: OUR 
NEWEST MODEL, LaTonya, DISPLAYS OUR LATEST ONE-PIECE, A NUMBER 
SURE TO DAZZLE ON THE BEACH.  PRICE--$49.99.  

It so happened that the new suit was the company's biggest seller yet, and 
they received copious amounts of E-mail from prospective boyfriends 
asking how they could get a date with that new model, LaTonya.

The End