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Save the Date!

Published March 26, 2013 by sarahgirl77

As a model for sports illustrated, I had been asked, along with twelve of my colleagues, to come back at the end of the year to do a photo shoot for a calender they were putting together. And to boot, I was going to be on the front cover! I was excited beyond belief, and couldn’t wait to begin. The photographer took us out to the water (in the middle of November, I might add), and I posed. We took several shots, until finally the photographer told us this would be the last one, and he told me to “make it good”. I was relieved, since the water was freezing, and did my best for one more pose. But when he snapped the picture, the light blinded me, and I was knocked unconscious. When I came to I felt myself sliding slowly out of what felt like rollers, and I felt very…flat. I still felt as though I was in a bikini, and I was sitting in water though. As I slid out into the light, I found myself staring at the ceiling, unable to move. The photographer from earlier came up to me (he was now over a hundred feet tall), and picked me up as if I weighed close to nothing.

“You came out nicely, my dear,” he said. “You’ll go great on the cover of the calender.” He held me up to a mirror, and I saw him holding a flat piece of paper with my picture on it, only…it was me. I freaked out, but there was little I could do about my situation. He put me into another printer, and soon afterwards I found myself attached to the rest of my colleagues as a complete calender.

So how am I now? Well, I learned to accept the fact that I was a calender. The fact that I always feel wet is slightly annoying, but I do always look oh so sexy. Staring at some guy in his room who doesn’t even know who’s staring back. Anytime someone stares at me though, I can just feel their eyes dancing across my skin, and it heightens my pleasure a thousand fold. I guess that’s one perk. I long for the time when my owner brings guys over, and I feel three or four guys idly looking at me at once. The most annoying fact though is that I hardly see anyone anymore, seeing as it’s no longer 2012. Oh well, maybe he’ll recycle me, and I’ll become another calender. Whatever happens, it be a heck of a lot better than sitting in a drawer on top of eight other Sports Illustrated Calenders.


Published August 20, 2012 by sarahgirl77

“Thanks so much, sweety,” Georgia said. “This will go great for my next photo shoot.”

“No problem,” Dave said, “I feel so sexy as your boobs, and even sexier in this bra. Too bad I won’t be able to experience it in bed.”

“Who says you won’t?” Georgia asked.

“You don’t actually mean you’d go cheat on me?”

“Well its not really cheating. I can’t cheat on a breast, now can I?”

“But I’m your husband.”

“Dave, I can’t be married to a boob, and since the spell was permanent, you’ll have to-“

“It was WHAT?” Dave screamed in her mind.

“To give me the size boost, it had to be. I thought you’d understand.”

“I was a man!” Dave said, “And now I’m…I’m…just mounds of flesh.”

“And you should start by acting like it.” Georgia said, and snapped her fingers.

“Honey, please, there has to be some other way! Honey? Georgia!” But she had already cut off her communication with him. He was just a boob to her now, and she was ready for her photo shoot.