Published: Jan 28, 2025

My one-hundred and eighty-seventh caption, featuring a former model who is forced to take up a new line of work…

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Janice Summers had been one of the most popular glamour models in the United States, a regular on magazine covers, calendars, and pin-up posters all over the country. However, her career came to a sudden, screeching halt when she contracted Khamni, a new, rare virus that changed her life forever.

Unlike most viruses, it didn’t make her dizzy, sneeze, give her headaches, or cause her to throw up. No, Khamni was different. Khamni was a virus that affected around 1 in every 18 women, causing a unique mutation in their genome. Though initially undetectable by normal means, an infected woman, whose genetics were “compatible”, would begin to experience sudden, accelerated development of their secondary sexual characteristics, mainly their breasts, hips, and body fat distribution. These developments take place regardless of age, though the effects are more pronounced in women between the ages of 18 and 32. These developments often cause the subjects to believe they have become pregnant, with their body acting “appropriately” as a result.

Janice had been on a shoot in the Bahamas when she contracted the virus, waking up one morning to realize her top felt oddly tighter, and her underwear digging into her waistline. She initially believed she had simply “put on some weight” thanks to the catering services, but the following day her curves had more than doubled in size, leaving no doubt that there was something wrong with her. After visiting a doctor and being tested, she was officially diagnosed with Khamni. The doctor predicted that, due to her young age and genetic markers, she’d likely keep growing for the next few weeks, reaching incredible, unwieldy sizes in all parts of her body. Back in the States, it didn’t take long for her agent to relay the bad news to her: her contracts were being cancelled, due to them believing no one would want to see a model such as her, with breasts as large as medicine balls and a pudgy, a huge ass, and a soft lower half.

Janice was devastated by how quickly things had fallen apart for her. The career she had fought so long and so hard to achieve was gone, and no other companies or agencies wanted to hire her for the same reasons. If that wasn’t bad enough, she struggled to function as a normal human being with her new body, breaking and knocking things over constantly with her huge knockers and her fat ass. She couldn’t even find any proper clothes that would fit her, let alone a bra or underwear that wouldn’t immediately snap or get eaten up by her big ass. She even began lactating too, her body thinking she was more than eight months deep into a pregnancy at all times. She felt like a joke now, a mass of flesh with a pretty face that could never be taken seriously in the modeling scene ever again.

However, things finally took a positive turn for her a few months later when one of her old “friends” from high school, Caden, called, telling her about a new, unique opportunity. He had begun designing specialty underwear and clothing for women suffering from the virus, ones that were not only able to cope with her curves, but were affordable as well. He offered her a job doing what she did best, modeling. She was initially quite reluctant, having remembered he was rather quiet and weird back in school, but the job offer was too good to say no to. So, she moved back to the East Coast to work with him.

Things started off slow and awkward between the pair, especially given how Caden was doing all the photography himself. It was strange for her, modeling nearly naked with her huge, stupid body in front of a guy like him, but a few months later her thoughts began to shift. His designer clothes lived up to the hype, vastly improving the quality of her life. She even provided input, suggesting the idea of putting absorbing pads into the bras to prevent women such as her from soaking through them as easily. Sales for Caden’s products jumped sharply after photos of her wearing his underwear ended up in several large mainstream magazines, bringing back a small glimmer of her old modeling days before the virus.

To her surprise, she actually found herself becoming attracted to Caden as time went on, enjoying how warm, genuine, and caring he was. He didn’t view her as some sort of freak or monstrosity, wanting only to help her deal with her condition. Her first impression of him from high school melted away, and she found herself swooning over him. Her makeup was the only thing hiding her blush one day as he took more photos of her, her face and ears burning with heat. She finally decided to make a move on him, pretending to fall onto him after the shoot that day. Pinning him to the floor, she found herself leaning towards his face. Beet red, he watched in amazement as she leaned in even closer, puckering her lips. Caden accepted her fully, kissing her as the two of them locked hands together tightly.

It didn’t take long before the two went out on their first official date, Janice finally able to ignore the looks coming from those around her now that she had Caden by her side. Knowing that she loved him, Caden opened himself up to her, admitting that the reason why he had been so quiet in school was because he was intimidated by her beauty. She found his confession adorable, and she knew at that moment that he was the only man for a woman like her…