Nariah swaggered out of the sprawling campus that housed the studio, grinning from the thought of how well that recording session had gone. In particular, she was excited for the release of her upcoming album Diva Girl, which was being hyped as the hip hop album of the year. Most people would have struggled to live up to those expectations, but she was a badass bitch who could handle that pressure! No matter what, her legion of fans would absolutely swallow up whatever she produced, and that was motivation enough. She smiled to herself as she made her way out to the awaiting limo which would whisk her home. This was her life, and she hoped it never, ever would change. Of course, it hadn't always been like that.
Just a few years ago though, Jane was in her small apartment, struggling to have her voice heard. When she wasn't just scraping by at her basic job, she was at home, singing whenever she could. Her friends told her she had a good voice but being an Asian girl wasn't exactly the most marketable look, much to her chagrin. She was almost ready to give up her dream when a chance encounter with a The Bodysuit Company ad altered her life's trajectory.
Back at her mansion, she was finally able to breathe. She'd put in a long day at the studio, but now it was time to kick back and treat herself. First, it was time to change. As she looked into her large bedroom mirror, she reached for her neck, finding the base of the mask. Once she felt it, she pulled up, allowing the chocolatey features to come off, revealing her own, true Asian face. It was then set down on the handy headstand she kept nearby, and the mask was neatly placed onto it. Phew, it only just hit her how warm it was in the studio today! No time was wasted in stripping out of the rest of her guise, before she slipped into something more comfortable. With that completed, it was time to let her hair down and chill the rest of the day!
The sun was out and Eric was happily soaking up rays on the beach. Of course, doing so as a tanned bimbo was something else, but he didn't mind: if people stared, they stared. Hey, if they admired his suit, that was even better! Sitting down was a bit inconvenient though, as not only was the ass a bit bigger compared to the suits he normally wore, but the cleavage was also somewhat heavier; he regretted not breaking in the suit more, but he knew this discomfort was temporary. After a few extra minutes, he felt fine and it was time to relax. He put on his Dolce & Gabba (they were fakes, but nobody was going to notice) sunglasses and let the sun shine down on "Tammy". As he flipped over onto the cleavage, he smiled to himself. This was the life. No worrying about sunburns. No worrying about looking out of place--he saw how quite a few guys there had their heads turned. Just a good time suited up as a skimpily-clad busty bimbo!
In the office bathroom, Jen was busy taking selfies in her bikini. A body like hers deserved to be immortalized in a cheeky photo, after all! While she was going to be modeling in a bit, she did want to have something for her own; it also raised the philosophical question of "was it really a photo shoot if you didn't take at least one picture in a bathroom beforehand?". However, unlike most of the shoots she was involved with, this one was even more special: it was the unveiling of The Bodysuit Company's latest line!
As an employee, she normally worked with customer service, but one fortuitous day her boss needed somebody to help model some extra suits. It turned out that she did such a good job ("she has that je ne sais quoi"), that the powers-that-be shifted her to the Design Department! Sure, it wasn't what she always did, but she frequently was called upon to both help with new suits and work on the development, which is all she wanted. That culminated in today's shoot, and it was going to be specially interesting since Jen had yet to model swimwear nor be a curvy "black" girl. One last picture and it was time to head down to the set. She couldn't wait to see what she'd be getting up to, and her friend Becca would also be involved. Was this really her job? Like, for real? It was, and she felt absolutely blessed to be one of TBC's lucky testers!
"Ready for some fun, dear?" she purred. "I wore this specially for you!"
His jaw hit the ground as he saw his girlfriend saunter out, and it took him several seconds to form a reply.
"Holy...wow!"
She giggled, biting her lower lip. It was also at that point that Colin noticed rose petals leading to their bedroom. Receiving the message loud and clear, he started to unbutton his shirt while leading her along the path.
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Afterwards, all he could do was manage a happy sigh while he cooled down. Seeing Jenna next to him doing the same thing made him happy, and her natural raven hair was strewn over the pillow; the empty face of the blonde bimbo was resting in her hand. Colin leaned over and kissed her on her cheek.
"Thanks for the present this year, honey!"
Jenna smiled her radiant smile at him as she reciprocated his kiss.
"I wanted to give you something special for today. Plus, I couldn't say no to wearing that blonde suit you ordered for me. Anyways, happy Valentine's Day babe, I love you!"
"I love you too!"
Walking around the room, Mike noticed how sore his back felt. He'd known that breaking in his new "Brandee" suit would take some time to get used to, but fortunately he'd had plenty of experience wearing suits; he knew that the soreness would go away once his body got used to the physical demand. After a few laps around his bedroom, he felt a bit more confident in his ability to walk in the suit. Did he look awkward in doing so? A bit. Did it matter? Nope. The only thing that mattered was him just wanted to be able to handle the massive cleavage and sizeable booty without falling over.
Looking into the mirror, he took in his new face. Sure, he knew what the suit would look like when her ordered it, but...man, it was something else knowing he was actually in it! The Bodysuit Company had helpfully provided some starter makeup (to help with the bimbo look), but for Mike, he thought that wasn't needed for now. God, he thought, this suit was perfect!
"...and that was Melody Hart, sharing her experience as being an internet model."
The interviewer shook her hand to conclude the interview. With that, he stood up to let her go, and the crew began to rearrange things in preparation for the next interviewee.
"So, how'd I do?" said Melody.
The director of the interview looked at the camera before smiling. "Awesome job! You can take it easy for now; we really appreciate what you've done."
Finally, it was time for her to drop the facade. While everybody else around her were moving, she still was sitting in the chair. Her hands instinctively went to her blouse, which she opened to expose her sizeable chest. The director looked up as she was playing with her bust, but that didn't deter her.
"Can't get enough of that form, eh?"
Melody was still happily fondling her cleavage. "Who wouldn't? After all, "I'm" a famous porno actress."
"Plus the form you shifted in for this mockumentary is," the director kissed his fingers, "incredible! No seriously, she's perfect for this!"
"Gotta look my best for my film debut! Plus, it made me realize that I do prefer blondes," came the cheeky reply.
"Hah, I'll keep that in mind for the future then. That being said, we're going to need you to shift into a busty Latina now. Think you can do that for us?"
"Sure, sure. Can you give me ten minutes? You did promise me some time to take it easy, and I've gotta...relax a bit."