Bimbofying the Shy Model

[Little_Red_Rose]

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Name: Elizabeth Thompson
Age: 36
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 30K

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Today was your ordinary, run-of-the-mill Sunday where I found myself sitting down, legs crossed with a newspaper in hand. I was satisfied; I had finished doing some house chores and found myself alone for the next five hours or so. My husband, along with my young daughter and eighteen year old son, took some time to go off in the new boat he bought last summer. Personally, the only reason as to why I didn't go, was because I hate being on water and spending too much time outdoors. I'm a much more indoors kind of person, enjoying the comfort of my air conditioned home on this humid day in July. Not to mention, I think I would have felt too much like a typical trophy wife, just hanging around my husband's boat. I mean, not that I was uncomfortable being with him and unemployed since...the past eighteen years or so. But -

* KNOCK KNOCK *

I was honestly surprised to hear someone at my door, but I figured that it was (most likely) a wrong number or something. I got up and use the eye hole of the door to see none other than Chris, my son's classmate.

I recognized him due to the fact that for one, he was what many would have considered to be the polar opposite of my son - tall, a bit rugged and just a tad bit muscular due to athletics. Secondly, that we chatted a few times whenever I'd volunteer at the school. Finally, well because he was good looking. I know, it's stupid to have somewhat of a crush on your son's friend but it was innocent - just occasionally a bit of innocent flirting from his end. Seriously, it was.

...Anyway, I opened the door and greeted him:

"Oh hey Chris! What are you doing here?"

 

[Indiscretion]

So ever since about middle school, I've been noticing girls more and more. I've been noticing some more than others. She's pretty oblivious to it, but pretty much all the guys in my year at school - well, all of the guys at school in every year, really, and even some of the teachers - have been noticing the mom of this kid James Thompson.

James is pretty new to the school. I think his family moved across the country. He's a quiet kid. Keeps to himself. Has a few friends that he plays some nerdy Dungeons and Dragons card game with. I don't even understand how that game works let alone why people like James get so into it. Anyway, what mattes is that his mom is this hottie with the biggest boobs anyone has ever seen. I see her a day or two a week on my way out of football practice when she is waiting in her little expensive sports car to pick up James and his little sister. When we've chatted, she's been friendly enough. She seems to like it when I compliment her outfits or even her appearance. I get the feeling that maybe there isn't all that much going on upstairs.

All of that gave me an idea a few months ago. Seeing as I'm on the football team and hang with the popular crowd, I'm pretty sure that I could make James' life much, much better here at school. I know he gets bullied quite a lot and I could stop that, get him invited to some parties and maybe even find some girl for him to date. All I would have to do is become his friend. And that would give me access to his mom.


It only took me a few weeks. I feigned an interest in that stupid card game (although I can't bring myself to actually play it with him and his geek friends) and it turns out he likes football. He actually is not a bad kid. We have been eating together and hanging out after school a bit. I happened to mention that there has been trouble at home (there hasn't, my parents' marriage is ridiculously perfect) hinting that I'd like to get some space away.

And sure enough it worked. I got the invitation to dinner. I suggested that I come over earlier in the afternoon to play that nerd card game, and he agreed.

So I was a little surprised when I arrived and the only car in the driveway was Mrs Thompson's little white convertible. Is it possible that he forgot about our arrangement and that I will have his mom to myself for the afternoon? That was too much to hope for.

As the door opens, I can't hide the leer that I give those enormous tits. But I catch myself before it goes too far and smile my most charming smile. I say, "Hey Mrs Thompson" and lean in confidently to kiss her cheek hello while sliding my arm easily around her waist. Without letting go, I say "Chris invited me to dinner. He didn't say anything? And I said I'd come round earlier so we could hang out. Don't tell me he forgot!?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Of course, when I answer Chris' gaze went to my chest. I honestly couldn't blame the poor kid; my breasts were pretty huge. They pretty much exploded in size ever since I gave birth to Suzy, our youngest daughter and ever since then I've done my best to cover them. But seeing as I was home and not expecting anybody, I didn't see anything wrong with the blouse that I was wearing; a black blouse with the buttons that looked like they were straining to keep the material together. "Hey Mrs Thompson" Chris said, snapping me out of my thoughts as he leaned over for a kiss on the cheek. I did the same to him and before I knew it, his arm went around my thin waist. It was the sort of thing he always did and what I assumed he did with every girl he met.

...Not that there was anything wrong with it, mind you!

"Chris invited me to dinner. He didn't say anything? And I said I'd come round earlier so we could hang out. Don't tell me he forgot!?"

"Oh god." I said, moving to close the door behind me, with Chris walking in as confident as ever. Honestly, from the way that he carried himself, I hoped that it would rub off on my son who is way too timid for his own good. "I'm sorry but they went off on a boating trip." I added, with Chris' hand still on my jean covered waist, his fingers holding me tight.

Truth be told I felt a bit guilty, seeing as the boating trip was entirely my idea.

"They'll be back in a couple of hours. You can stay here until then, if you want." I added, realizing that it would be incredibly rude to tell him to go home since, as James told me, that his situation was terrible. "Do you want some tea?" I asked, eyeing the kitchen with a smile.

 

[Indiscretion]

I can scarcely believe my luck when Mrs Thopson tells me that James forgot about our arrangement so that I will have his mom all to myself for the afternoon. My plan will be able to go ahead a lot faster than I had originally thought was possible.

I do my best to look surprised and a little put out when Mrs Thompson tells me the news. But I pretend to be polite and simply say, "Oh. Well. I guess that people make mistakes. It's a shame though because I'd really been looking forward to spending some time with James. We don't have that much time to talk one-on-one at school. And, you know, at our age there is a lot of stuff to talk about."

I follow Mrs Thompson into the kitchen, taking the opportunity to take a long hard look at her generous ass. "Yes, I'd love a cup of tea, please. Let me know if I can help. It's nice to get to meet you properly, by the way. Up til now it's always been on the fly. I guess we can spend the next couple of hours getting to know each other properly. I mean, James and I have become such close friends that I almost feel like part of the family."

"He never mentions how great you look, though. Did you ever model before you had your kids? You've definitely got the looks for it. And it looks like you take care of yourself."

I know that I'm flirting and I know that I'm taking a chance. But I'm hoping that Mrs Thompson accepts me for the polite and innocent, if cocky, young man that I am pretending to be.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

It's true, at eighteen there is an endless amount of things to talk about and honestly, I was a little disappointed in James for not telling me that he was expecting his friend over. I nearly shook my head in disappointment; I'd have to talk to him later about this. But nevertheless, Chris followed me into the kitchen stating "Yes, I'd love a cup of tea, please. Let me know if I can help. It's nice to get to meet you properly, by the way. Up til now it's always been on the fly. I guess we can spend the next couple of hours getting to know each other properly. I mean, James and I have become such close friends that I almost feel like part of the family."

I smiled at his words. "Oh don't worry about it! You're a guest so help yourself." I said, reaching up on the self for some camomile tea. I heated up some water, as I continued "And you're so right. We could use this time to talk more."

"He never mentions how great you look, though. Did you ever model before you had your kids? You've definitely got the looks for it. And it looks like you take care of yourself."

"Oh please." I said, my hand playfully swatting his strong shoulder as I nearly starting blushing from his flirting. "I mean...I guess I thought about it once but it wasn't something that I would be good at. Besides, I'm happy where I am now." I added, looking towards the kettle as the water warmed up and I began pouring him his tea. "I mean...besides, I wouldn't even know where to start."

 

[Indiscretion]

I love the way that Mrs Thompson touches my shoulder when I suggest that modelling might have been a good idea. Physical contact is a good start. The last comment, though - "I mean...besides, I wouldn't even know where to start" - gets me to thinking.

I take my time looking at Mrs Thompson's figure as she prepares my tea, leaning over me to do so. I can't help but ogle her enormous jugs as they strain against the buttons of the generous blouse that she is wearing. I decide to improvise.

"Well, Mrs T. Take it from me you'd still do great as a model. I mean, I'm an 18 year old guy, pretty much the target demographic, and I'm pretty sure that I'd want to look at photos of you in a bikini or something like that." I give her another of my big smiles to try to soothe any anxiety my forwardness might be causing. "I bet you have some great bikinis?" I let that hang for a moment before adding "Oh, and the reason that I am asking is that my uncle is an executive at Elite Models, one of the big Los Angeles agencies and he asked me if I knew anyone in your age group who might be interested. Apparently, there is a big demand for MILFs right now!"

I wonder how Mrs Thompson will react to being called a MILF. I wonder if she even knows what a MILF is.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Well, Mrs T. Take it from me you'd still do great as a model. I mean, I'm an 18 year old guy, pretty much the target demographic, and I'm pretty sure that I'd want to look at photos of you in a bikini or something like that." Chris said as I handed him his cup of tea. I chuckled at it, wordlessly gesturing my hand as if to say 'oh please, you're just saying that.' I mean...wasn't he? The thought of posing in a flimsy outfit didn't seem like well...me.

"I bet you have some great bikinis?" he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I uh...I probably do somewhere. Why?" I answered back nervously, wondering if he actually was being serious. I let that hang for a moment before adding "Oh, and the reason that I am asking is that my uncle is an executive at Elite Models, one of the big Los Angeles agencies and he asked me if I knew anyone in your age group who might be interested. Apparently, there is a big demand for MILFs right now!"

MILF?

I must have looked pretty puzzled, but I just assumed that it was just business jargon or something. Either way, the fact that Chris' uncle was an executive at a modeling agency was something that somehow excited me. Maybe it was the idea that I could be somewhat independent, or make my own money or maybe because Chris was showering me with compliments right now - but still, I didn't want to get ahead of myself. "Really?" I asked, almost dropping my tea "I mean...maybe I could get some photos sometime but I'll have to find a new outfit or something. I doubt my bikini still fits me."

 

[Indiscretion]

"Really? I mean...maybe I could get some photos sometime but I'll have to find a new outfit or something. I doubt my bikini still fits me."


This was almost too easy.

I respond by saying, "Mrs T, I'm being serious, you shouldn't let this opportunity slip away. You've always struck me as someone I really looked up to - even before I properly met you. So smart, so confident, so independent. I'd love for you to really develop your own career, maybe even make a real name for yourself. And I'd love to help you with that."

"I'll tell you what - I have a good idea. Why don't you show me how you look in one of your bikinis and I will be 100% honest about what I think. That way we will know if it is worth taking further with my uncle's contacts and whether we need to take you shopping for some new outfits. And did you know that I have been taking photography courses during the summers? I'd love to get some practice in."

"I'm sure your family would be so proud of you."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Mrs T, I'm being serious, you shouldn't let this opportunity slip away. You've always struck me as someone I really looked up to - even before I properly met you. So smart, so confident, so independent. I'd love for you to really develop your own career, maybe even make a real name for yourself. And I'd love to help you with that."

Was he serious? I never felt so flattered - no one had ever told me that I was smart, confident and independent. I smiled at his words and wondered if he was just buttering me up for something...well, if he was it was working pretty cool. "That sounds good but - " I tried to say, but was cut off by him again.

"I'll tell you what - I have a good idea. Why don't you show me how you look in one of your bikinis and I will be 100% honest about what I think. That way we will know if it is worth taking further with my uncle's contacts and whether we need to take you shopping for some new outfits. And did you know that I have been taking photography courses during the summers? I'd love to get some practice in."


"Oh Chris" I said, now blushing for real. Should I pose a little and see his reaction? Was it a good idea? I really was on the fence; on one hand, I've been dying to try something new for a long time now. On the other hand, I didn't know if it was right. I haven't talked to my husband about it and if James would find out that Chris saw me in a bikini, he might not be so happy. But, maybe I was misreading the situation. Maybe they wouldn't care. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal -

"I'm sure your family would be so proud of you."

"Okay...you've sold me on this." I finally replied with an excited grin. "Wait right here!" before I ran off upstairs...


...

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous. It wasn't a big deal; after all, the only person here was my son's friend. Still, like I might have mentioned before, I haven't really worn anything revealing for a few years now, ever since my chest ballooned in size. So when I walked down the stairs in this black bikini, one that provided all sorts of cleavage, sideboob and underboob of my 30K cup breasts, I didn't know how Chris would react. My bikini bottoms fit perfectly after all these years though, mainly due to the exercise that I've done daily.

With my breasts bouncing in my bikini top, I made my way to the kitchen and I spun around a bit before saying "What do you think?"

 

[Indiscretion]

I can't believe it. She bought it. I've been here for less than 20 minutes and Mrs Thompson is about to go get changed into a bikini and show me those giant melons that I've been fantasising about all year. God, I'm good.

I can barely contain my arousal as I wait in the kitchen for her to return. My cock is already rock hard and tenting the jeans that I'm wearing. It's not small either. I wonder if she will notice the bulge. At this point, I'm pretty sure that I could spin it in some way that just got me closer to where I wanted to be: totally in control.

When she finally returns downstairs, it's even better than I ever could have hoped. The bikini is obviously old and doesn't even come close to covering the huge tits. How on earth could she think that is an appropriate thing to wear around an 18 year old friend of her son is absolutely beyond me. Having said that, I wasn't about to complain. As she spins around, I am almost speechless due to the sight of the big knockers bouncing around and threatening to spill out of the top.

I pull it together and calmly say "See, you look great Mrs T! You're a natural! But I'm not 100% sure that bikini top still fits you perfectly. Let me see if I can help you adjust it a little bit before we start taking photos."

I am conscious that she hasn't agreed to photos yet so I thought I should get that on the agenda.

Without asking if it is okay, I simply walk straight up to her and begin to fumble at the bikini top, pulling it this way and that but - quite obviously - it's totally impossible for the small pieces of fabric to cover even half of Mrs Thompson's enormous 30KK breasts. At one point, while my hand is doing its best to cup one of them while I stuff it into the bikini top, I say "I'm sorry Mrs Thomps - well I think I should call you Elizabeth if we are going to work together like this - I'm sorry Elizabeth about manhandling you this way. It's part of the industry. But I just don't think this bikini is going to work. We can go to the mall to get you some new clothes before your family is back. But until then, do you know what 'implied nudity' means?" It's a modelling term - it means that we will cover your breasts with something but you will look nude in the photo. It's a way of getting around this costume issue we're having. Why don't you take off your top and cover yourself with one arm for example?"

 

[ba11]

hi....

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"See, you look great Mrs T! You're a natural! But I'm not 100% sure that bikini top still fits you perfectly. Let me see if I can help you adjust it a little bit before we start taking photos."

"I - I don't know if that's necessary - " I said, before found myself shocked and quiet as Chris walked over to me and began to play with my bikini top. With my eyes wide, I just watched his hands coming to the fabric, puling it in an attempt to cover as much of my breasts as they could. I audibly gasp when I felt his skin contact mine, attempting to stuff my massive breasts into the fabric of the bikini top. "I'm sorry Mrs Thomps - well I think I should call you Elizabeth if we are going to work together like this - I'm sorry Elizabeth about manhandling you this way. It's part of the industry. But I just don't think this bikini is going to work. We can go to the mall to get you some new clothes before your family is back. But until then, do you know what 'implied nudity' means?" It's a modelling term - it means that we will cover your breasts with something but you will look nude in the photo. It's a way of getting around this costume issue we're having. Why don't you take off your top and cover yourself with one arm for example?"

"I don't know if that's okay..." I said, but somehow, Chris ended talking me into doing it. I'm not sure how he had this power over me; it was something to do with how he said things and how he looked at me while doing so. He was able to convince me to pull off my top (which my back facing him) as I attempted to hold my breasts with my arm. I say attempted, as while my arm covered my quarter sized pink nipples, that they struggled with the sheer weight of them. "Is this good for the photo?" I asked Chris, who looked really happy about all of this. My arm shook just a bit, having to scoop up as much of my 30KK cup breasts as it possibly could...

 

[Indiscretion]

When she turned around, my cock was about as hard as its ever been. I cant believe that I was am watching James's mom struggling to contain her enormous knockers in one hands while I got a free show. She looks nervous though. I better calm her down.

"Don't be anxious Elizabeth, it's just me. I'm practically part of the family."

I move towards her again as she struggles to hold her chest in and gently reposition her arms. I'm going to take a few test photographs so I want to make sure everything is just right".

It feels as if I am almost entirely removing your hands from your boobs. You're pretty sure that almost everything except the nipples are now revealed a mountain of flesh.

I take a step back and admire my work before saying, "Wow. You look fantastic. I really think you could be a star, Elizabeth. You've got star quality, you're a natural. Now just arch your back a little and thrust out your butt a little bit."

I pull out my cell phone and before you know it I am starting to snap photos of you. "I wish that I'd thought to bring my camera. I guess this will have to do for now. Try really working your booty and chest for me okay?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Don't be anxious Elizabeth, it's just me. I'm practically part of the family."
"Okay...Sorry."

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I struggled to keep my breasts in place with my arm, which was practically overwhelmed by the sheer size and weight of my breasts. Chris, the handsome friend of James', tried to help me out as he took out his phone and took some pictures. "Wow. You look fantastic. I really think you could be a star, Elizabeth. You've got star quality, you're a natural. Now just arch your back a little and thrust out your butt a little bit." he said, trying his best to encourage me and I honestly did what I could. I pushed my chest out and asked "Like this Chris?", jutting my breasts and arm towards him and moving my hips to stick out my butt. I repeated this movement several times, making me feel the material of my bikini bundle up between the crack of my ass, forming a bit of a deep V now. Not that I could afford to care - not if I was serious about getting that modeling job, that is.

Come to think of it, this whole experience was wildly exciting. To think that this was just in front of Chris' phone camera. Now if I got this modeling job, who knows what I might accomplish?

 

[Indiscretion]

I say, "Wow I love the way you move like that when you thrust away. I'm going to switch this to video." As I move around Elizabeth filming her almost naked body gyrating from every angle, I'm thinking to myself how I can post this online without the Thompson family knowing - at least for the time being. I am desperate to pull out my cock and start jerking off but of course I know I have to restrain myself for now.

I move around Elizabeth, continuing to film her from different angles and say "You could really already star on TV commercials the way you move. We just have to get you comfortable in front of the camera and get you some better outfits for your portfolio shots. Keep on grinding away while I take some more pics and I will see if I can relax you a little".

As I watch Elizabeth gyrate from behind, her bikini bottom riding into her ass, I say "Here's an idea. I can motivate you to be as sexy as you can. Let's have a little wager. If you are so sexy that I can't resist touching your booty for the next 60 seconds, you win the bet. If you win, I'll take you shopping tomorrow and help you choose outfits and then take some professional photos to send to my uncle's contacts. But if you lose and you aren't sexy enough to make me want to touch you, well then I really will have to punish you. I get to choose some special names that we have to use for you and your body, okay?"

"You know know, though, that because your my friend's mom and I'm normally very respectful, you're going to have to work extra hard to get me so worked up I can't resist touching you. Do you think you are up to the challenge? Do you think you have what it takes to be a real model?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

You might be thinking that I was crazy for going along with Chris' modeling idea - that maybe I wasn't so smart for even believing him. But have to understand that despite what I might have told him earlier, I longed for some sort of independence. The idea of working as a model sounded so good; I would have a great salary, get to visit all sorts of places and meet all kinds of people. The idea that I could break out of my own shell sounded so appealing that I didn't really want to believe that what I was doing was wrong. And besides, like I said earlier, I did have a bit of a crush of Chris. That being said, when he brought up the terms of his little wager, I couldn't help but nod.

"You know know, though, that because your my friend's mom and I'm normally very respectful, you're going to have to work extra hard to get me so worked up I can't resist touching you. Do you think you are up to the challenge? Do you think you have what it takes to be a real model?"

"Damn straight!" I said with a grin. And so, I tried my best to win that bet. Now, I'm sort of out of the loop with things, but I knew enough about pop culture to twerk. I moved my ass, all the while my arm pressed on my massive tits, shaking it alongside my hips to make sexual movements. With my free hand, I even hiked up my bikini bottoms a bit. I moved my body, trying to attract Chris' attention but...

 

[Indiscretion]

"Damn straight!" she says with a grin, all enthusiasm and smiles.


I let Elizabeth gyrate for about 20 seconds, all the while itching to start jerking off, before I finally say. "OK, I'm starting the clock now. I can't believe how hard she is working it. She looks like she is in a music video, even pulling her bikini up a little. I continue to filim and say "That's great, see if you can pulll that bikini up even more and maybe work that arm that is holding your chest in, that will definitely make me want to touch you."

As she complies, I find some appropriate stripper music on my phone and let it play. "There I'm making it easy for you, now you have something to dance to. No excuses for losing."

I just watch and film as a light sweat breaks out on Elizabeth's fair skin, a look of intense concentration on her face as she works as hard as she tries to turn me on enough to want to touch her. More than two minutes has elapsed when I call out "40 seconds, you better really take it to the next level."

It's almost at 3 minutes when i realize that I had better stop because the song will end soon, which will probably be a giveaway. I figure I can have my cake and eat it too though. Just as her ass is pointed up in the air, gyrating up and down like a horny teenage pornstar, I finally set the phone down on the kitchen table, still filming, then walk up behind her and begin to confidently knead both sweaty ass cheeks in each of my hands.

Without letting go I say, "Wow, Elizabeth, you did it. You got me so turned on that I couldn't resist touching your booty! Are you proud!? Your booty feels great by the way, it was totally worth losing the bet over. I continue to take advantage of the situation for a few more seconds while she gets her breath and then finally retreat to the table and get my phone.

"Oh no!" I say in dismay. "I read the timer wrong!!! It took you 3 minutes to get me there." I show you the phone, proving that I'm not lying. "Looks like you have some work to do after all... But don't be discouraged, you'll do much much better next time. I'm sure you will get the time down next time we do this test.

"But it does mean that you lose the bet. Which means you need to be punished in a way that will really motivate. OK... let me think.... OK I've got it. For your name, from now on we are only going to call you 'Jugs'. And the other thing - Elizabeth I'm sorry you've put me in this position but I don't really have any choice - from now no, we are calling those your massive titties". I point at her still heaving breasts. "I know its disgusting but I have to punish you until you meet the time limit. When you are down to 60 seconds we can go back to normal, Jugs. Maybe you should use your massive titties more the next time we do this?"

To soften the blow I continue by saying, "The good news is that seeing as the timer problem was my fault, I'll still help you by going shopping with your tomorrow and taking your professional pics. But only on the condition that I get to touch your booty whenever I want okay? I can't just give you the prize for nothing otherwise our wagers won't motivate you."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

...

I had to be "dancing" for a couple of minutes now, shaking my hips and ass towards Chris. I couldn't help but wonder why I was doing this - there was no real need for it, except to prove to myself that I still had it. I think this whole thing, wanting to model and craving validation, came from this desire of mine. I think that if I was a bit more confident, maybe I wouldn't be here, shaking my ass with Chris' hands on both cheeks, grabbing them as he said "Wow, Elizabeth, you did it. You got me so turned on that I couldn't resist touching your booty! Are you proud!? Your booty feels great by the way, it was totally worth losing the bet over."

I did it! I grinned as I slowly began to stop, catching my own breath and feeling good about myself - about how Chris, a hunky eighteen year old, couldn't resist touching me. I even let Chris' hands continue to hold my ass, with the material now hooked up to the point where it might have looked like I was a wearing a thong instead of modest bikini bottoms. "Oh no!" he said in a shocked tone "I read the timer wrong!!! It took you 3 minutes to get me there."

"What?!" I asked, before he showed me the phone with the timer clearly saying three minutes! I was obviously disappointed, looking at the screen as Chris said "Looks like you have some work to do after all... But don't be discouraged, you'll do much much better next time. I'm sure you will get the time down next time we do this test.

I was frustrated, nearly dropping my arm from covering my breasts in a moment of annoyance. I didn't though - quickly catching my own reaction before I got the chance to.

"But it does mean that you lose the bet. Which means you need to be punished in a way that will really motivate. OK... let me think.... OK I've got it. For your name, from now on we are only going to call you 'Jugs'. And the other thing - Elizabeth I'm sorry you've put me in this position but I don't really have any choice - from now no, we are calling those your massive titties". he said, making me gasp in embarrassment. Did he really just say that? My skin flushed a bit in a red hue as he continued "I know its disgusting but I have to punish you until you meet the time limit. When you are down to 60 seconds we can go back to normal, Jugs. Maybe you should use your massive titties more the next time we do this?"

It sounded so lewd. I mean, wasn't it so gross being called Jugs and having to call my chest massive titties? I wasn't used to being objectified like this, but a bet was a bet after all...So, I nodded in agreement although blushing from how nonchalantly Chris was proposing this.

"The good news is that seeing as the timer problem was my fault, I'll still help you by going shopping with your tomorrow and taking your professional pics. But only on the condition that I get to touch your booty whenever I want okay? I can't just give you the prize for nothing otherwise our wagers won't motivate you."

"I...I suppose that sounds okay." I said with a smile, trying to cool myself down from this. I eyed the clock and saw that we used a lot of time doing this. That, and I was honestly afraid of how much further Chris would try to take this modeling gig. "I should get dressed and get dinner ready."

...

Aside from that, the rest of the day went fairly normal. I made dinner, Chris stuck around a little and later I ate with my family. I told them about how Chris came and how I was thinking of getting into modeling. My husband didn't care for the idea, telling me that I was outright not the kind of person who should model. I think those words kind of made me want to do it more; you know how it is, when someone tells you that you can't do something and you just want to prove them wrong. My son wasn't crazy about the idea either, telling me that I should really think about it and that he never heard of Chris having an uncle in the modeling agency.

I decided to push their pessimism aside and go with my gut feeling that I should continue this. Without even telling them about it, the next day I found myself going along with Chris' idea of going clothes shopping.

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