Things Continue

A few days had passed since the night with Roxxy. Vicki continued through her week as usual. The whole week since Monday has just been interviews ,which she always found a little boring, and photo shoots here and there.

The outfits Vicki would be photographed in were very unique in their own right. Sometimes it would be something more conservative like a well fitted dress or business like wear. While other days she’d shoot in something slightly more skimpy like underwear or bathing suits.

But there was something very common among all the things she’s seen wearing. Non of it ever showed any cleavage. Sure she’d always wear things that emphasized her bust and her nipples were always seen poking through no matter what she wore. But that still didn’t change the fact that no one got to see any real skin. The same went for her tremendous back side. Two round and perky cheeks attached to the back of an owner who doesn’t want to show them off.

This made her modeling a very complicated career. She’d only ever take offers to model in nothing less than full coverage. At times most models in Victoria’s position wouldn’t even hesitate to show more skin if it meant going higher and higher up in the industry.

But for reasons only obvious to Vicki herself, she can’t.

For most people, they wouldn’t necessarily see that as an issue to get wound up over. But the majority of Vicki’s fan base is built on people who fantasize and hope that one day she’ll grace them with naked body without the covering of any clothes. Soon her if nothing was done, the once powerful fan base will lose interest and move onto the next girl blessed in all the right places.

She spent most of that Thursday once again posing in front of a camera. Her poses were always so similar but the different outfits she wore each time made them each more unique. But there was a question more and more people would ask after each shoot.

“When will you finally stop with the full coverage look?”

Throughout her whole modeling career up to this point she was able to stay firm with her wishes to continue with the full coverage. It was more than obvious to her why she hadn’t but it became tricky to dodge the question as the time went on. Her manager pestered her about it the most. Telling her that soon no one’s gonna wait long enough for when she’s ready to finally show off the goods.

Speaking of which Vicki’s manager ,who followed her home after the shoot, continued to pester. The manager, Gina, was maybe just 10 or so years older than Vicki and she was a plumper woman with a great wobbling rack of cleavage.

“Come on Vicki dear you have to consider it. We both know the eyes of your fans are gettin more than board of the same ol routine. The magazines wanna see more skin.The fans wanna see more.At the very least, they wanna see just a bit of cleavage.”

Gina upon saying this stuck out her own chest slightly. Her tits were around the same size as Vicki although be it on a bigger figure. But unlike Vicki’s, she showed an ample amount of overflowing cleavage that jiggled and wobbled. Looking like it was always on the verge of spilling out.

Vicki hated seeing the display pushed in her face.

“Yeah yeah yeah! I get the fuckin point! Just gimme time to get comfortable with okay?!”, she said hoping it’ll be enough to shoo the woman away. She stood with her arms crossed making her t-shirt covered tits push out more.

“Well I hope you start gettin comfortable real soon. There’s plenty of other girls who are willing to show a little more and if you aren’t careful, they’ll surpass you.”

Vicki scoffed at the statement.

“Pleeease! You really think a titless twig could even compete with me?”

Gina gave Vicki another up and down look. She pushed a bit of her brown curly hair to the side out of her face. “Hmmm well you just never know.”

With that, the woman left Vicki alone with nothing but those last words.

She soon found herself in her room where a sizable tantrum took place. The sort she only ever did when no eyes were on her. She kicked and punched at the air and pillows on her bed muttering an arrangement of swear words.

As Vicki did this, her huge tits swung like crazy across her chest. Wearing nothing but a looser fitting T-shirt, it looked extremely hot. But the bra began to slowly give way until…

*plop*plop*

She looked down from a mid her rampage and saw the empty and baggy T-shirt. The only thing taking up space now within it were the baggy empty cups of the behemoth bra. She looked to the ground and saw her huge globes. One sat face down and the other lay nipple up.

“Uhhggg! Grow the fuck up Vicki. Your acting like a child.” She took a minute to take long deep breaths letting the rage cease. She was slowly able to mellow out and calm down.

Vicki scooped the prized breasts off the floor and headed to the bathroom for a soothing shower. The whole way there she held them tightly to her chest.

Afterwards she decided to spend some time browsing the internet. As she did, she wore nothing but that same robe which she wore the night with Roxy.

Once again her heavy curves, which were secured in hidden pockets of the robe, pushed out very defiantly on her figure. Every breath she took reminded her of the heavy tits which sat comfortingly over her real flat chest. She was equally comforted by the feeling of sitting atop her cushioning fake bottom.

She surfed the web for quite some time. It was a mix of her searching her own name and torturing herself by looking at all the outfits she only ever dreamed of pulling off. She also spent a small portion searching up people caught using any sorts of artifice. She always feared she’d see herself pop up with a photo of her fakery on full display. But seeing other women who couldn’t keep their secrets from the world always put a smile on her face. She especially loved whenever rumors would spread of a guy faking a big tool.

After a bit more time of surfing the web, she soon received an email. She read the name of the sender and Vicki’s eyes shot wide open. Knowing exactly who it was from, she eagerly opened it to read the message.

About a week had past since Vicki threw that private tantrum. Gina found herself waiting on the set of another photo shoot. She was surprised to hear Vicki’s excitement over a phone call the night before. Reminding her about a modeling in an assortment of bathing suits.

What really caught Gina off guard about the call was that Vicki didn’t ask to make sure the outfits were full coverage. It was a normal question she grew used to answering from the diva. Gina told herself she probably just forgot and moved on.

The place they were getting the photos done in was a studio with a fake scenery set up to make it look like a sandy beach. The floor was covered in what looked like sand you’d see on a beach and the wall was covered by a photorealistic image of a blue sky and water in the background. Gina stood behind the camera man who was testing to make sure everything was ready. Vicki had already gone to change into the first bathing suit. As she ran off, Gina noticed a big dumb smile across the young model’s face. “She looks pretty happy about something”, Gina thought to herself. “I wonder it what that could be.”

She also couldn’t help but take a last glance at the still very curvy figure before it disappeared behind the curtains.

Some time past and Gina grew tired of waiting and called out to Vicki.

“Hey! Are ya almost ready in there?!”

A moment later, Vicki’s head came poking through the curtain.

“So I hope you don’t mind, but I want to try and see how this one looks wearing it just a bit differently. Be out in a sec.”

Just before Gina could question what kind of changes, Vicki already disappeared back behind the curtain. She found herself kind of baffled trying to figure out what she meant. During the longer than usual wait, Gina began to sweat. But then again, she was almost always sweating at one point or another. A few drops can always be seen gathering at her deep cleavage.

A few moments later the curtain finally flew open revealing the star herself. She did a slow and seductive walk onto the set and it was only when she reached the spotlight that everyone stopped what they were doing to see her. Gina, the cameraman, and the other workers were all starstruck by what they saw.

Standing infront of them was of course Victoria Black. But what made this time so different compared to any other photo shoot was what she had on full display. She folded the cups of the full coverage top down to reveal for the first time real cleavage.

The Grand Canyon of her fleshy goodness was on full display for everyone in the room to witness. The skin itself looked perfect. A little miss colored but then again she never went out in anything that didn’t completely cover them up. Tan lines were bound to be noticeable. The bubbly flesh looked so clean without any sign of imperfection. The only noticeable mark was a little mole atop the left tit just peaking out of the cleavage.

“Mmmm well? What do ya all think?”

As she asked the question, she turned around a bit to show off her equally as well endowed rear. The bathing suit bottoms were mostly stuffed in between the big watermelon halves. With them out of the way, the swells of her big rounded ass and hips were also on full display.

Just like her perfect cleavage, Vicki’s big dome cheeks were clean and smooth with no sign of cellulite whatsoever. Given its size and perkiness, one would only assume its nothing but implants. But her lack of any surgical scars would prove others.

Biting her own lips, Vicki had her head turned to look at the expressions on everyone’s faces. As she did, she put her hands under each cheeks and raised them slightly. Then she let them go back to there original position and gave on a big loud slap.

*SMACK!*

Vicki didn’t flinch one bit as the sound of her slapped ass reverberated through the whole studio. She couldn’t help but wear a shit eating grin as she knew in that moment she had everyone in that room under her spell.

The first of them to speak once again was Gina.

“So that’s what you were so excited about earlier huh?

I knew you woulda finally made the decision sooner or later.”

Gina tried her best to maintain her composure. She wore an accomplished expression as if it was her doing that Vicki was now showing off much more than before. She gave her another look up and down trying not to ogle the model any more. She couldn’t stop her body from sweating even more than before. She felt it all begin to cluster between the crevices of her plump thighs and saw the sweat building up in between her cleavage.

Gina looked over at the cameraman who was still under a spell. At this point every man in that room unceremoniously popped a boner in unison upon seeing Vicki.

She gave him a little smack on the back of the head.

“Well? Stop ogling and get to work!”

“Uh well I don’t mean um maybe shouldn’t she be wearing the outfits a bit more correctly?”, he stuttered out messily.

“Like isn’t she like misrepresenting em if she where’s it wrong?”

Gina looked over at Vicki again and then back at him.

“Maybe we aren’t looking at the same thing. Cause once they see this, no one’s gonna care wether or not she’s wearing em right. Now shoot!”, she yapped out.

The photographer stopped his questioning and got back to work. Everyone picked up the pace and began there work for something big.

As they did, Vicki couldn’t help but continue to glance down at the ample cleavage which now stuck out of her chest. A big shit eating grin planted across her face.