Jake Landry
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A Photoshoot
🕑 Added 2019-01-31 02:40:52 +0000 UTCGregory Davis had been known as one of the biggest assholes in the industry. Nearly every photographer in the city and surrounding counties had given up on the big named asshole. However, there was one small independent shop that hadn’t heard of him yet. Anthony was just opening up shop when he saw the man walk into his store. He was a bit surprised. Gregory was such a handsome man and he carried himself with a divine authority.
“He-hello,” Anthony stuttered out as he looked up and down the very well-dressed man. “What could I help you with?”
“Me?” Gregory asked haughtily. “I’m in need for some photos for a shoot that’s coming up. It’s rather short notice and none of the other businesses in the area are able to do it for me. I just need a few photos to show some execs. I’ll pay you handsomely.”
Money signs shot through Anthony’s head as he realized he was getting a ‘real job.’ This wasn’t just some family photo or school picture, Gregory looked absolutely loaded. The watch on his wrist looked like it cost a month of what he made at the small shop he’d started up. “Ok!” he said a bit overzealously.
“I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t let me down,” Gregory kept the same haughty tone. He reached out and grabbed Anthony’s arms tightly. “You’re such a good man. Now where can I get changed?”
“Uhhh…” Anthony didn’t have a changing room in the small shop. “You can just go in there.” He pointed into the small studio setting. “Just tell me when you’re done and I’ll be right behind you. I’ll get a few things ready.”
“Don’t you have a changing room?” Gregory turned his nose up. “Or more for me to try on?”
Anthony felt a bit of shame at the question. The wealthy man was clearly looking down on him for not being able to accommodate him to his normal standard. “Uhhh… No I don’t,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry. I’m still fairly small. I mostly work with families and they bring their own changes of clothes…”
Gregory grimaced at the thought. “Luckily I brought a few of my own,” he said walking into the room.
“Good thing I brought a few of my own,” Anthony mocked. “Asshole…” he grumbled under his breath. Looking in a folder he found one of his ‘closed’ signs explaining that he wasn’t taking any walk-ins at the moment and they should call later to make an appointment. He put the sign up in the window and locked the door. Heading back to the studio he could hear Gregory complaining about his equipment.
“Look at this,” Gregory groaned. “Barely looks like it cost him anything. The things I’m willing to give up… Bah!” he scoffed. He approached the door and Anthony acted like he hadn’t heard anything. ‘I’m doing it for the money. I’m doing it for the money…’ he reminded himself. “Alright camera boy, I’m almost ready. I’m rather thirsty. Could you go get me something to drink?”
“Uhhh… Sure?” Anthony said. “What do you want?”
“I would like,” he emphasized the proper grammar, “some champagne.”
“I don’t have that…”
Gregory stood dumbstruck. “Water. Do you have water?”
“Yes.” Anthony said. “I have water.”
“Alright camera boy. Go get me some water,” Gregory shooed him off.
It took everything in Anthony not to go off at the client. “I’m doing it for the money. I’m doing it for the money…” he repeated as he pulled a glass out of the cabinet above the sink. “Do you have water?” he mocked again. “Fucking asshole. Who doesn’t have fucking water!” He shouted in a hushed voice. “Camera boy go fetch me some water. First off its camera man.” The outburst made him laugh. “Camera boy… What a dumbass.” Anthony looked down and realized he wasn’t filling the glass of water. A thought shot through his head.
“I shouldn’t…” he said to himself but the thought persisted. It’d been years since he’d taken over someone else’s body. But the more he thought about it the more he wanted to do it. He thought back to some of the guys he’d possessed in college. Usually it was some big dumb drunk jock who was barely conscious anyway.
Anthony looked down at the cup again. “What the hell?” He scribbled out a note and then put the glass on the counter near the door. What he normally did in college was turn himself into a beer colored liquid and then let whatever jock who didn’t know which drink was theirs drink him up. Now all he’d have to do is make himself clear. He focused hard, placing his hand inside the cup. Little by little he could feel his body changing. It took so much focus to slowly change his body mass into a liquid and drain it into the cup. His skin started to turn clear and pour down his arm into the glass. Every part of his body shifted and leaked into the cup. Now he just had to wait.
Gregory was not a patient man and stormed out of the room. “Camera boy!” he called out but noticed the glass of water and note. ‘I had to take a few phone calls. Here’s your water.’ Gregory looked over the note and then the cup of water. “At least he’s busy. I don’t know how a rundown place like this has any business but I guess I wouldn’t know…” He reached over to the glass and looked at it. It indeed looked like water but he was sure it came from the sink. Normally it would be bottled water only for him but he was rather thirsty at the moment. He lifted the glass only intending to take a sip, but as the water entered his mouth far more went into his mouth than he intended.
His eyes went wide as he felt the water forcing its way down his throat. Gregory pulled the cup away but the ‘liquid’ still clung together. It was more like a goo than water. He closed his mouth but the liquid outside just kept pushing its way in. Finding whatever crack between his teeth and lips, clawing its way down into his stomach. He could feel it stretching down his esophagus as more of it made it into his stomach.
Gregory keeled over the counter trying to maintain his composure. He didn’t know what just happened, only that right now his stomach hurt a little bit. His body had gone hot and sweat was coming out of his forehead. “Damn… What the fuck was that…” he groaned feeling whatever was inside him churning. He gagged. “F-fuck…” he tried coughing whatever was inside him out. But nothing moved. He leaned more of his weight onto the counter but was slowly fading. He could feel his consciousness slipping away.
“Woah!” Anthony said. He stood back up in Gregory’s body looking down at what he’d possessed. “This is crazy. Forgot how good it felt.” He flashed himself a smile in the mirror. “Damn good,” he grunted in Gregory’s voice. It’s higher more pompous sound, changed to suite Anthony’s speech pattern better. However with someone Gregory’s size, Anthony couldn’t help but wish there was a bit more baritone in it. He remembered liking that the most about the jocks he’d possessed in college.
But right now, Gregory would have to do. Anthony had already gone to feeling up the dense muscles of the man’s body. He clearly worked out a lot. Not nearly the size of a body builder but he did have the toned nature of a model. However there was some clear use of computer enhancement to make his muscle pop a little more. “Oh well…” Anthony shrugged the round shoulders. “Better get him some of the photos he wanted.”
Anthony went back into studio and set his camera up. He set the timer and posed professionally for it. Twenty pictures later he was done. Gregory would have more than enough to choose from. “Alright,” he smiled. “Now let’s get some photos I want.” He turned up the heat in the room and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. There was no reason to get too crazy just yet. He posed showing off the top part of his pecs and a more laid back version of the professional. Each set of pictures he undid another button, revealing more of the models body. His dick grew hard in his pants.
The heat in the room was starting to make Gregory’s body sweat. Light bounced off the water accumulating on his body making every muscle on him pop even more. Anthony undid the black belt holding up his black pants. But didn’t drop them yet. His hand gripped over the dick showing it off even more. The three inches wasn’t much to look at but the bulge could be seen in the contrasting light. “Oh well…” he groaned realizing how small the model was. “Might as try to enjoy it…” A firm finger tickled his asshole.
He went back into one of his private rooms and pulled out one of his dildos. It wasn’t very large but with how much of a tight ass Gregory was, he figured that would be good enough. He grabbed it and set the camera back up. Little by little he worked himself with Gregory’s hands. He needed to warm the tight hole up before being able to do much more. Gently forcing his finger further up the asshole. All the while the camera was busy taking pictures of Gregory’s muscular ass high in the air with his dress coat on the floor and pants around his ankles.
Looking over his shoulder he saw the dildo again. “I think he’s ready,” he flashed a smile. Lubing the silicone up he set it up on a box. He winced feeling the hard plastic press up against his ass. He could feel it pressing hard against his body. But still Anthony persisted. He felt it going in. Little by little. The pain turned to pleasure as it went deeper inside. Groans turned to moans as he felt himself being filled. “Just a little… Just a little more,” he told himself. Sitting completely on top of it he started to play with himself on it, bouncing slightly. His moans grew louder as his hard dick pulsed at the sensation.
He could feel himself coming closer. The dildo felt so big in his ass. He bit his lip trying not to cum. But it didn’t stop him. Gregory’s muscular body shook and he could feel the cum shooting from the tip of his dick. Large amounts of cum erupted from his dick. Anthony could feel his consciousness leaving the other man’s body. In the large puddle of fluid on the ground, Anthony started to turn himself back into his human shape. “Damn… Really forgot how good that felt…”
In front of him, Gregory was resting peacefully with the dildo still up his ass. Anthony thought it’d be funny to leave it in but that’d raise too many questions. He slowly took it out, watching Gregory’s dick bounce at the sensation again. He may have been out but he still seemed to enjoy the experience. Anthony quickly dressed the model again and went to print off some of the pictures. By the time they were done Gregory was coming back from his nap.
“Huh?” he grunted out. He ran his hand through his messy hair, confused at what just happened. A killer headache made it hard for him to think. All he knew was that his ass kind of hurt. He rubbed his eyes again trying to figure out what was happening.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” Anthony laughed. “Sorry. You just seemed really tired after the shoot. I figured you could use a rest.”
“Yeah…” Gregory grunted. “Did we do the shoot?”
“Yep. All done,” Anthony said. He held up some photos. “I think they turned out really well.”
Gregory moved closer. It was still a little hard to think but looking at the photos he couldn’t help but admit that Anthony got his good side. But right now he couldn’t remember taking them. “Wow… These really are good…” Even in his dazed state he couldn’t help but see how much they brought the color out in his eyes or his handsome smile. “Guess I’ll have to come back. How much do I owe you?”
“Let’s just say this ones on the house,” Anthony smiled. “If you get some more of your friends to come by, we’ll call it even. Alright?”
“Yeah… I mean, yeah!” he added a bit of enthusiasm. His hand rubbed against his asshole again trying to ease some of the pain. “Thanks. I’ll make sure to spread the word!”
