The Photoshoot (Futa, Muscle, Exhibition)

First time posting a story here, I usually focus on muscle/futa art but decided to try my hand at some writing something short to go with my drawings. Thought I'd leave this here and see if it interests anyone. Would love to hear what you guys think!

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The bulge in her swimsuit was now too big to ignore. Very clearly a thick cock, it was tenting out the fabric of her bikini briefs, thrusting them away from her hips so that a couple throbbing inches at the base of her dick were visible. As she was rapidly becoming fully engorged, the bikini bottoms began to slip little by little, and the shape of her broad cockhead was traveling up towards the edge of her suit.

The photographer cleared his throat “Ok Victoria, remember we are focusing on your muscles here, this is a family friendly magazine…”

Tori glanced down at her member inching its way towards freedom. “Oh gosh, sorry! I was getting into the flexing, it just happens sometimes.” The photographer had a hard time meeting her eyes as she spoke to him, but he managed to tear his view away from her straining package for a moment.

“It’s OK, you can take a moment to… er, calm down if you like.”

Tori eyed her still-growing member and prodded it with a finger. “That will probably take a while. If you want I can just beat off, and it will go down. Do you have something for me to, um, cum into? I don’t want to make a mess.”

The Photographer swallowed and found his throat suddenly very dry. “I… I…” he stammered.

“Oh I’m sorry, should I go do it in the bathroom? I don’t want to be unprofessional.” Her eyes were wide and eyebrows raised, her face a mask of pure innocence.

The photographer found his voice at last. “No! No, it’s quite alright. You can take care of it here.” Silence hung for a moment and he realized he sounded a little too desperate. “It’s a standard practice, happens with most of my models.” He added hastily. It was a lie, but once she’d suggested what she had, he realized he really wanted to watch.

Tori relaxed a little, and even felt a swell of pride at being compared to real models. She smiled, reached down, and slipped the stretched fabric of her bikini bottoms down, letting her meaty cock thrust out into the cool studio air, swaying gently as it continued to inflate. The photographer’s breath caught in his throat, and he struggled to maintain composure as he marveled at the full extent of her endowment.

She placed a delicate hand on the growing appendage and pushed it down. As she did, the photographer could see the subtle veins running along her length pulse and thicken, carrying blood to the engorging head. When she let go, her meaty prick