Fine, at first....

For the most part, things seemed pretty normal. Bella posed, strutted, and pouted at the camera while the photographer did their work. And while part of Bella felt relieved to be back in her element, she couldn't quite shake the feelings of discomfort she felt before.

About an hour or so in, the crew called for a quick break.

"You alright, Ms. Thorne?" the director asked. "You look like something's bothering you."

"I think I'm fine." Bella replied. "I'm a bit queasy. But nothing major."

"Are you sure?" the photographer went on. "Your outfit's looking kind of tight. Maybe you should go check it out in your dressing room. And if you're really sick we can pick this up another day."

Bella reluctantly nodded. As much as she really wanted to finish the job and make headlines as soon as possible, she couldn't deny that she wasn't quite feeling right.

As she began heading back to her dressing room, she felt a sharp jab in her lower abdomen, the quick pain and a sudden numbness radiating down to her crotch. She looked down only to see a large bulge growing at her groin region. Darting her head left to right, checking for anyone who might've seen her, she raced to her dressing room and slammed the door shut.

"What the hell is happening to me?" she thought frantically to herself.

She looked back at her crotch, noticing the bulge's rapidly increasing size.

"God, that so tight!" she muttered, as the swelling continued.

She knew what she had to do, but she didn't like it. Slowly, she reached her hands down to her waist, removing her belt and unbuttoning her slacks. And as she pulled down her zipper, she recoiled in horror as a massive penis flopped out from her now torn pair of panties.

"Holy shit!" she cried as her newly grown phallus dangled at her crotch. "What the fuck is this!? Why do I have a dick!?"

Bella put her hands to her temples and closed her eyes.

"This can't be happening to me! I must be dreaming!" she thought. But when she opened her eyes, she was once again greeted by the sight of her enormous cock.

"I'm ruined. I'm fucking ruined! People already thought I was a sick pervert, and now this will only seal the deal! God, this thing is huge too. It must be like 9 inches! How am I gonna hide this!?"

As Bella finished her thought, she heard a knocking at the door.

"Ms. Thorne? Are you okay in there?" said a voice from the other side. She took a moment to prepare an answer, thinking about what kind of excuse she might need.

"Uh, no. Not really, no." Bella replied. "I'm feeling kind of, uh.... squeamish. Yeah. I'd rather not chance anything today."

There was a moment of pause, one that made Bella fill with panic as she stared at her penis and back at the door.

"Alright then. I'm sorry to hear that. We'll give you a call when we can pick this up again. Just do what you gotta do to feel better." the muffled voice said.

"Thank you so much." Bella said with relief. That was one problem solved. Now she just had to figure out how to get out of there without exposing herself. Everything else could wait.

She looked back into the mirror, noticing that her already sizeable member was looking bigger and harder than it was a second ago. If she didn't know any better, she'd say she was starting to feel aroused.

"Fuck." she said one last time. "What am I going to do about you?"