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Taking one last breath to steady her nerves, Mikoto risked a peek around the corner. The studio stood just ahead, not ten meters away. All she had to do was cross the street and get inside before anyone saw her. 

Pulling back, she lay against the wall and chewed her lip in thought. Could she really do this? It was one thing to talk about becoming a model, but it was another thing entirely to get in front of a camera and start posing. What if her enemies saw the pictures? What if her friends saw the pictures? The email had promised they’d be perfectly wholesome, but that wouldn’t make it any less embarrassing if Kuroko or that fat cow Shokuhou happened to spot one.

Shivering, she looked back. Perhaps she should retreat – that was the safer option, right? Argh, but if she did, she’d have to go through the rest of her life not knowing whether she could make it as a model or not. And surely it was worth a little embarrassment to know that? She could always leave once she got an answer, after all.

Her mind made up, she took one last deep breath, clenched her fists, and stepped around the corner–

–straight into two big squishy boobs.

“Oof!” Stumbling back, she winced. “Sorry, I wasn’t– You! What are you doing here?!” 

Shokuhou Misaki covered her chest with a frown. “I could ask you the same thing, Mikoto! Why don’t you look where you’re going?! I appreciate my chest might be a little better cushioned than yours, but that doesn’t mean you’re free to slam your head into it!” 

Mikoto blushed. S-so soft. So squishy. “A-answer the question! What are you doing here?!” 

Shokuhou rolled her eyes. “I, peerless beauty that I am, am auditioning to become a model.” She squinted. “What are you doing here?” 

Mikoto winced. Of course Shokuhou had also been invited. On the other hand, didn’t that put them in the same category? Peerless beauty? She kind of liked the sound of that. She smirked. “I’m here to audition as well.” 

Shokuhou flinched. “You?! Audition?! To become what, the janitor?! If you’re going to tell lies, you should make them believable! Now step aside!” 

She brushed past. Mikoto hurried to keep up with her. “I’m not kidding. They invited me as well, you know. If you’re a peerless beauty, then I guess that means I am too. Unless you’re here to become the janitor.”

Shokuhou flushed. “We’ll see who’s beautiful and who’s not! You might have an audition, but that doesn’t mean anything on its own!” 

Together, they marched into the studio’s luxurious foyer, with its red marble floor and its searing golden lighting. A slender man in a suit waited to greet them. “Misato Mikoto? Shokuhou Misaki? This way, please.” 

They glared at each other and huffed as he led them out of the lobby and into a small recording studio. 

“We’re starting straight away?” said Mikoto, squinting at the equipment. It looked surprisingly high-tech for a simple modelling studio.

“That’s right,” said the man in the suit. “We need to see how photogenic you are before we can make a decision. First things first, however…” Rummaging in his jacket, he produced two contracts and two pens. “We’ll need you to sign these waivers.” He handed one to each of them. 

Shokuhou squinted at it. “What do we need to sign waivers for? You’re not planning to make us do anything dangerous, are you?” 

“Oh no no no no!” said the man in the suit, holding his hands up. “It’s simply a standard, boilerplate contract giving us permission to use your image for our purposes. Everyone in the industry has to sign one.” 

“I see…” said Shokuhou. 

“What’s this part about ownership of the soul?” said Mikoto. 

“Oh, it’s just standard legal terminology. Don’t think too hard about it.” 

Mikoto and Shokuhou shared a glance, shrugged, and signed on the dotted lines. 

The man in the suit snatched the contracts from their hands. “Excellent,” he said, rolling them up and stuffing them back into his jacket. “Now, if the two of you would care to stand over here, we’ll begin.” He guided them in front of the cameras. 

“You’re going to photograph us both at once?” asked Shokuhou. 

“That’s right! It saves time, doesn’t it?” He retreated behind the camera.

“Is there a particular pose you want us to…?” Mikoto winced at the lens’s reflection of her. She’d never seen such a big camera before – it was strangely ominous.

The man in the suit seemed to think about this. “Actually, I’d like you to put your arms on your shoulders and lean forward a little.” 

“What?” said Mikoto.

Shokuhou snorted. “What’s the matter, Misato? Incapable of following simple instructions?” Placing her own hands on her shoulders, she leaned forward. “Like this?” 

“A little further forward. Stick your butt out, like you’re planning to wiggle it. Yes, that’s perfect.” 

Blushing, Mikoto hurried to copy her. 

“Excellent, excellent,” said the man in the suit. “Now, hold that pose, girls…” 

Mikoto tried, but it wasn’t long before her limbs started aching. What kind of stupid pose was this anyway?

“On the count of three,” said the man in the suit. “One… Two…” 

Mikoto glanced at Shokuhou, who grinned. 

“Saaaaaay ‘I’m a stupid slutty sextoy!’” 

“I’m a–” In unison, they blinked. “What?!” 

The flash of the camera seared them from skin to bone. 

Mikoto froze, her body tingling all over – she felt like she’d stuck her fingers into a transformer. She tried to move, to stand upright, but her body refused to obey. 

Beside her, Shokuhou shivered, her eyes wide and her teeth chattering.

Wh-wh-what’s happening?!  

“Hold the pose…!” said the man in the suit, moving to one of the other cameras. With a click, it flashed as well.

Mikoto squealed as another wave of a tingling washed through her, even more intense than the first. Nnnnn~! Ah! 

Her legs, already so close together, drew so tight it was painful. Her hands pressed into her shoulders, and her butt thrust back as if to tease someone watching. The tension was incredible – she felt like she was being crushed. 

The man moved to another camera, and with a third flash, the tingling settled in her chest. Mikoto gasped as her top started to stretch, straining to contain the boobs swelling inside it. I-i-it’s finally happening! It’s finally happening! She wanted to laugh deliriously. 

Just as she started to worry she might topple over, the tingling switched to her buttocks. And though she couldn’t look back, she felt a tension in her panties as her growing buttcheeks fought to escape them. Nnnnnn~! 

Beside her, Shokuhou squeaked, emitting little moans through her tight, chattering teeth. Glancing at her, Mikoto saw she’d started growing too: by now, both their busts were as big as their heads, but more importantly, neither of them was bigger than the other. H-H-Hah! N-now who needs to eat more?! 

A wave of sensation rolled through her arms and legs – they tightened as if crushed into a vice. Her hands melted into her shoulders, while the arms behind them thinned and rounded and gained another joint, settling in place as a pair of fleshy handles. Meanwhile, their feet rolled into their legs as they compacted into two thick, cuboid pillars. 

Nnnn~! What are they doing to us?! 

The man in the suit fired off another camera. Their uniforms sparkled and seemed almost to melt. Instead of running from them, they sank into their skin like ink, fusing with them as a layer of coloured rubber. Mikoto squirmed, but with every moment, it was a little harder to move. 

Their boobs and their butts continued to grow, especially the latter.

“Almost finished,” said the man in the suit, moving to another of the ‘cameras’. A click and a flash, and Mikoto’s hair fused into a clump of brown plastic, while Shokuhou’s became a longer mass of yellow. She wanted to scream: St-stop…! Stop! STOP! 

Another click; another flash. Her pussy burned, as did her mouth and her anus. She tried to squeal, but before she had a chance, her tongue and her teeth simply melted away from her, while her lips thickened into a big, pink ‘O’, like a strawberry donut. From the tingling, it wasn’t hard to guess something similar was happening to her lower holes. 

“And here we go…! One last shot!” Taking a place behind the final camera in the line, the man in the suit took aim, and–

Don’t! Don’t! 

Click! 

Mikoto’s eyes glazed over and flattened, reduced to a simple image. Her ability to move vanished entirely. She tried to squirm, but it was impossible – the only thing she could still do was look around. 

Beside her, Shokuhou stood just as still, a fat, bloated, rubbery parody of a human body with blank, stupid eyes and lips like liferings. Mikoto shivered. What have they done to us?! 

“Aaaaand there we go.” The man in the suit stepped out from behind the camera. “I have to say, ladies, you came out much better than I was expecting you to. Especially you, Miss Misato – I was worried you wouldn’t fill out as well.” 

You son of a–! 

“Well, time to get you out of the way so we can bring the next girls in. We’re aiming for a hundred today, you know?” Smacking Shokuhou’s butt, he snapped, and a pair of burly men entered the room.

Seizing them by their arms-turned-handles, they hauled them out of the studio and into an adjoining warehouse. An adjoining warehouse full of altered women just like them. 

C-crap! thought Mikoto. There must be a hundred or more already! How long had this been going on?! 

Planting them at the edge of the crowd, the grunts stepped back. And just as Mikoto thought things couldn’t get any worse, unbuckled their belts. 

“Time to test the new material,” said the one closest to her. His partner laughed.

Their pants struck the floor, followed by their underwear. Mikoto stared, burning all over, as their penis flopped into the open and snapped instantly to erection. They must be as big as her arm! 

Seizing her and Shokuhou by the handles, the grunts stepped forward, bringing their awful genitals within an inch of her face. The musk of penis overwhelmed her; Mikoto wanted to throw up. Please. Please, this can’t be happening! Shokuhou! Shokuhou, this is all your fault, you stupid c–

The grunt’s cock entered her mouth with a schlup and a squeak.

If she could have screamed, they would have heard her on the other side of Academy City. Nnnnngh! Nnnnnah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Nnnnnnnnnagh! It was only her mouth– It was only her mouth! Yet it felt like he’d taken his fist and shoved it straight up her– Nnnnnnnah! 

Tightening his grip on her handles, he pulled back and thrust. And thrust and thrust, slamming the tip of his shaft down her throat even as his partner did the same to Shokuhou. In seconds, the air was thick with the smacking of flesh against rubber.

This can’t be happening. The faster the man pumped, the greater the pleasure became. Mikoto wanted to catch fire and scream and burn and melt in embarrassment all at once. This can’t be happening! 

For almost five minutes, he abused her poor, plastic lips. Finally, just as she started to think he’d never stop, his thrusting reached a peak, and with a deep grunt, he pumped her cheeks full of something thick and white and sticky; Mikoto could only moan as he pulled out, leaving it to ooze all over her swollen boobs. 

Beside her, his partner pulled out of Shokuhou. The two stood and caught their breath, and for a second she dared to think it was all over.

On cue, the two stepped behind them.