Ben soon found his mind being swarmed by memories about her new life. She was a daughter of a model, her mother Olga had married her father, who had been his manager. She had three daughters, Ben/Anna, Anna (14), Irina (10) and a toddler Natasha. Her parents were trying for a boy. In the interim she had her children being raised as models.
Olga's favorite picture of Anna was her posing in their skimpy gym clothes before the mirror. Olga was standing a head taller than Anna, her breasts somewhat deflated by three children. She still had a great ass, with dyed blond hair she had worked this look to differentiate herself from her daughter's chestnut locks.
Anna looked fresh and perky, her breasts pushing into her tight bra, the fabric of her tight panties hugging her body like a second skin. Her full lips parted in a sweet smile. Olga had the six pack of a gym junkie, Anna's was that of a young girl somewhere between the fat of a baby and the perkiness of womanhood. Her porcelain white skin showed her as the typical Russian beauty.
Pulling faces, Olga wore a push up bra and tight gym shorts. These poses had been taught to her as a teen in the 90s when Russia was a joke and she taught her daughter the same tricks. Seeing this picture Ben/Anna remembered their team. Emma was the blonde, dyed like her mother, of their team with a passion for beach volley board. Heather was the redhead with hair that was naturally like the color of copper wire. To her annoyance, Ben flinched at this twinge of jealousy, Heather's breasts were a good B cup. She was also taller than the rest of them too.
Olga wanted either a Latino or Asian to round off her team. Rio was a Japanese-American of the same age as the others. She was meant to pitch Olga's own brand of children's clothing to Asia, China would be great.
The shoot was broken down into two sessions, first underwear and then the bikini wear for her mother's brand. Heather worked the camera with a natural grace, her older looking body made the photographer want more, her breasts were bigger, her ass was more pronounced and she was taller. Anna looked distracted by Heather's moves that she was slipping.
As she stripped for a shower she was still caught between bodies, the hot water traced the line of her body in between her breasts. She squeezed the fatty tissue of her underdeveloped breasts as the mind of Ben fought with that of Anna. She had a womb now and she had periods, she could fall pregnant? Hadn't she already had a baby, no hadn't she got someone pregnant.
Heather dropped the soap in front of her exposing her bubble butt to Anna, silently she crept up to her teammate and stuck out her her middle finger like a penis that she no longer had. She slipped the finger into Heather's exposed butthole and she gasped with the sudden penetration.
"Ah!" Heather squealed as she foreign object entered her.
Pain fought with pleasure as Heather arched her back against the body of Anna's form. She squirmed on the end of the finger as Anna expertly fondled the busty ginger's nipples. She moaned and twisted with pleasure as her left hand strayed down past her belly button to her vagina. Anna slipped a finger into Heather's hairy bush and she moaned throwing her head over Anna's shoulder. Her virginity taken in a way she never expect, in the showers to the daughter of her modelling manager.
Her orgasms were small but intense, her body twisted with pleasure as she bucked her hips against the twin intrusions into her body. After 90 seconds she climaxed with "Jesus. Sweet. Jesus." in her Cali girl accent. Her body stopped as she looked at Anna in a strange like confused look on her face. Anna grabbed her face and kissed her full on in the face. The whole episode was less than two minutes. Once dressed they went out to the next shoot.
Anna had the clear mind of a predator hunting wounded prey, Heather was penetrated in a way she was left gasping and confused. Her body was not linked to her mind like in the first session. Anna's poses became more polished because Heather was just confused. She made more use of her body and soon she rose to become the subject of the most pictures.
Olga watched on with a frown, then she felt an urge to vomit. Heading around the corner she puked up her breakfast. As she did so she shrunk in height, her dyed blond hair turned black and her six pack grew a slight paunch. Her breasts, flattened from three children, inflated as if they had been been filled with water. Growing past flattened B cups they became nearly D's as they sagged and pushed sensitive nipples into the white blouse, pushing her white shirt up exposing her belly.
Olga had become Sofia. She was role playing Anna's dominating mother, but that wasn't working. Her pregnancy was interfering with her portrayal of a stern Russian woman. Just as Ben was asserting his predatory instincts into actions through Anna's teen form. Just as she couldn't give up the pregnancy with an abortion she could maintain this role.
Her aim had been to punish Ben by turning her into a teen model, but as she heaved again she realized that this plan would lead to a worse outcome...