A Helping Hand

After a short chat, Cathy offered to do the initial shoot for free. They would work out the details of the full arrangement later, as soon as the picture became clear. They both agreed that they simply didn't know enough yet and needed at least initial feedback from the community before they could map out the entire project.

The artist was looking forward to the next day. The prospect of creating real-life pictures of his own creations made him all jumpy. And with the help of this stunning woman, who seemed to be so open to his ideas, it was certainly possible to create something truly special. He was barely able to get any sleep that night, as his thoughts kept spinning around in circles. This was such an incredible opportunity! He still could feel where Jana's warm breasts had touched his back. What a weird, wonderful girl she was!

Finally, he gave up trying to sleep and stumbled to his desk. With dreamy eyes, and smiling happily, the artist soon typed away on a short post for his website to announce a surprise for his loyal fans. He also sent Cathy an email with the drawings, so the photographer could arrange everything for the shoot.

Cathy felt well prepared for the upcoming gig. She had cleaned up the little studio quite a bit, and even scrapped some of her old equipment so they would have some space inside the little storage room. As soon as she had seen the drawing that Gula had sent her, she knew this wouldn't be something she could do in her actual studio, with its big window towards the busy shopping street full of curious people trying to take a peek. They would need to cram everything in that little room, so nobody could see anything from outside. Otherwise, there would be riots!

Was that girl really so stacked? Cathy laughed, thinking about the picture she received from the artist. So typical that he selected that one for the start. And so predictable. The little project sounded quite promising indeed! Given how popular Gula's stuff was on the net, there was a realistic chance that she could earn some money with it. And she needed the money, any money, badly. Otherwise her little shop would go bust soon, and her entire career with it.

"Good morning Cathy! Thanks for doing this!"

Gula was standing in the door, a beautiful, tall woman by his side.

"This is Jana, our model. Jana, this is Cathy, my friend and photographer I told you about."

"Hi!" Jana smiled warmly.

"So you are Jana, huh?" Cathy's gaze wandered over Jana's body and lingered on her impressive bust. She smiled, "Now I understand... Come in and make yourself at home."

Cathy examined the girl with interest. Jana's shapely form was clearly visible through the thin white shirt, and her body was indeed quite spectacular. Especially the upper part. And even more so when compared with Cathy's own, almost non-existent bust line.

Cathy always hated her own flatness, thought that it limited her womanhood, that she somehow wasn't really complete. She would have given anything to own the melons of this girl. Of course, they looked rather impractical, but the sheer softness... The femininity those orbs were practically radiating!

"Cathy? Where is your equipment?"

"Equipment, huh?"

Cathy was puzzled, looked at her flat chest and was about to mutter "I don't have any!" But then her brains kicked in, and she just pointed to the little chamber, blushing with embarrassment.

"In there. I even found some rope and rubber bands to work with."

Jana looked into the direction she pointed to and squeezed past her, mashing her gigantic tits against Cathy's face.

"Wow, wait..."

Jana grinned at her, leaned even more into Cathy, and muttered, "Where, there?"

Cathy grinned back, "Nice rack, girl. But you're maybe a bit too eager. We'll need to apply some make-up first!"

Gula watched the interaction of the two women with interest. What the hell was going on there?

"Oh, OK, right," Jana muttered, "So where do I go?"

"There's a small bathroom around the corner with all the stuff needed to get you ready. Just undress and wait for me. Here, take those and put them on."

Cathy shoved a box into Jana and grinned expectantly as Jana peeked inside it. "Oh, I see!" the model gasped, rummaged around and muttered with a hoarse voice, "Wow, so many of them! And they're tight!"

"I'm sure you manage to get those on. Just apply them, so you look like Yeina in that drawing. Squeeze those melons!" she giggled, "I have put the reference drawing in there as well, so you can check if everything looks right."

Red-faced, Jana nodded slowly, surprised about the sudden request. She had hoped to get a bit more time for preparation, a slow, gentle introduction of sorts. But now she was standing there, a box full of rope and rubber in her hands, expected to tie herself up. Her heart pounded with excitement.

This was different from her previous work! Back in that dungeon, she barely had to do anything herself! She simply had to stay in that duct and tolerate whatever was done to her dangling tits that she couldn't even see! But now, she had to take action herself, had to bind her boobs on her own! Was she up to the task? She trembled.