Pervy Pregnancy Pics
I saw the photographer's ad on a flyer stapled to a cork bulletin board at my local library. His name was Graham, and he was offering $250 for female photography subjects. It was sketchy as hell, given the facts that he was only looking for women and was paying so much for what the flyer promised would take under an hour. I called the guy and asked if he was interested in a model who was 8 months pregnant, as that was my current condition. He sounded uncertain at first, but ended up agreeing to have me in to his studio. It seemed he was not particularly into pregnant girls; maybe I could change his mind on that.
I was curvy as all hell, the model of a fertility goddess; my huge bump was the obvious centerpiece of my engorged physique, sure, but my tits, ass, and waist had all filled out delectably, too. With $250 being offered for the brief photoshoot, I was almost positive I'd be asked to get naked; and I was very much looking forward to having my phenomenal pregnant shape captured for posterity. This Graham fellow may have been a pervert, but I was definitely an exhibitionist. And probably more of a pervert than him, to be honest. So, a nude photoshoot was perfectly up my alley.
I wore a floral pattern maxi dress with nothing underneath to the studio; I'd be able to expose my body at a moment's notice, or, if I was wrong about the nudity thing, I could at least feel a little sexy and transgressive gallivanting sans underwear. The photographer's studio was located in his apartment. He answered the door promptly when I knocked: "Hi! You must be Justine," he greeted me.
"Yeah, hi, you're Graham?" He was, and he led me into the spare bedroom that served as his studio.
"I love your dress, it'll look great on the film I'm using. Can I get you anything? Or, would you mind if we jump right in to taking some pics?" The latter was fine with me, and he started snapping photos as I struck various poses in front of the white backdrop covering most of one wall. I faced him, faced away from him, stood in profile, sat down, balanced on one leg: everything I could think of as he wordlessly snapped photo after photo for seven or eight minutes. "Great!" he finally spoke. "So...how might you feel about losing the dress for a bit, getting some shots of your wonderful form in your underwear?"
I fucking knew it. "Sure, I can lose the dress." I didn't bother to tell him I hadn't troubled myself with underwear: he'd find out momentarily. I pulled the dress over my head and tossed it on the floor next to me. My swollen tits with their dark nipples were right out in the open, as were my unkempt pubic region, curvy ass, and massive baby bump. And all the rest of me, but that wasn't quite as exciting.