Charlene, or Charlie as she was known, was working at a modelling shoot. Beautiful women tried on and wore extremely fashionable lingerie, dresses or offered their bodies to sell products. A young model, maybe around 18, was trying on a new set of Christmas related lingerie. It involved a red pair of panties with Christmas trees, Santas and reindeer with a small bow built into it. The top was a strapless bra with an overly elaborate bow fitted into it. Charlie didn't know how it worked, but apparently if you pulled on the loose thread of either bow the bra and panties would simply fall off and hit the floor.
Charlie scoffed as she watched the girl Imogen strut her stuff. She looked like a typical model, everything about her was perky, from her perky tits down to her toned calves. Not to mention her toned stomach. Imogen had pale white skin, as if she had never been exposed to the sun with her red lipstick being as vivid as blood spilled on snow, a chest that had to be 32DD. Charlie considered telling the girl to get breast reduction surgery. She had long chestnut hair that she could sit on and dull brown eyes. A man might find her an easy lay, Charlie (whose thoughts ran deeper than most) was reminded of a visit to an abattoir and Imogen looked like a milk fed calf about to be turned into a burger by this world.
Somehow Special Agent Matthews had gone from being suspended on pay to head of the FBI's Chicago office. It was SAC? Special Agent in Charge? She had noted the two new women at her house, a Japanese or Korean women who was heavily pregnant and a Slavic woman with dyed blonde hair that also looked knocked up. Charlie had hoped to publicly humiliate SAC Matthew, then move on. Now she was back and she was living with two women who were pregnant. No doubt she had gained an extra appendage after experimenting with nano-bots.
Charlie had embraced his alternative identity of Charlene completely. Disappearing into the Windy City. Living in homeless shelters and working cash jobs that didn't require a background search. When she had first joined this modeling agency she had been offered the role of a model. She had quietly told the lesbian manager that she didn't want to model, she wanted to be an assistant. Her cover was that she had been in an abusive relationship with a public servant and he would kill her if he found her. She had produced some deepfake pictures of bruising and claimed that the CPD couldn't protect her as he had access to their d base. It was enough that they were able to stay off the grid.
Using a burner phone, she would stand in for the milk fed cow, she would even try some of the merchandise for the cameras. Once the shoot was finished she wore what was left over. She wore a bikini, that the calf had worn several weeks back, instead of actual bra and panties, a pair of jeans that were tucked into thigh high black leather boots and a white sweater that had been knitted. The calf had worn it, bra less, for a winter shoot. She had big tits, she had been helping with the sweater advert, her nipples were pink and big. Charlie remember her own nipples hardening at the sight, her lips parting into a snarl and a desire to penetrate that calf. To mark her as Charlie's bitch.
Charlie knew that her former desire as a heterosexual man to fuck someone this calf is what made him a man. But such an encounter would have the calf moaning to manager and her story would be burnt. the CPD might even get involved. Oh but to hear that bitch moan did strange things to Charlie. Her nipples would shrink down to the size of small needle pricks, her boobs would also withdraw as her chest became more flat and muscular. Charlie could feel the extra flow of testosterone into her arms making biceps form and her vagina became obstructed as if something was trying to push its way out of her.
The calf was now naked, eating an apple in front of crew who walked around her naked and were heading home. Charlie knew she should be heading back to the shelter but as she left the calf stood in front of her.
"Charlie isn't it?" she breathed cinnamon into Charlie's face.
Her arms rested by her sides.
"I think you could make me a very lucky girl."
Deep inside her swimming briefs she felt her old cock starting to grow.
"Go home little calf" she hissed as she doubled over in pain, her reproductive system was being rearranged.
Yup, her cock was growing bigger and fatter, making a tent out of the front of her jeans.
"Cum on then, take me home." her tits were pressing into Charlie's.
It was like a match that lit the gasoline all around them, a dam bursting, or a cock ejaculating.
Charlie lifted pulled free her cock and pounced on Imogen who looked scared shitless, like a calf in a slaughter house.
Charlie entered her, forever taking her virginity and slamming the length of his cock into Imogen. She gasped in pain mixed with pleasure as the walls of her hole gripped his fattening cock. Her legs locked around his waist. He became more muscular, taller and more gaunt. She had lost the full figure shape of a 60s sex symbol and had returned more to his male form. He thrust into her with a repressed violence it was as if he were stabbing her with a knife. But he was penetrating her as an act of mating. Imogen found herself on the carpet, this strange woman with a cock! In between her tits, pressure was building inside her. It exploded inside her like a double barrel shotgun. The head of his dick pulsed as the sticky white fluid flowed into her.
Imogen thought it would be warm, body temperature or burning hot. Instead what poured into her womb was as cold as dry ice. She cried out in pain as it seemed to burn its way into her waiting womb. It froze, not burned, the pills that she took and the other defenses that she had had. As the shemale pulled out her cock died off and disappeared. She shuddered with cold, but it wasn't cold outside her but cold inside her that made her shiver as if liquid nitrogen had been injected into her and she would never be warm again.