The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. The story is mainly "reluctance" with a few "non-consent" elements (depending on the reader's point of view). This is a fictional fantasy and does not condone any non-consensual behavior in reality. Just have fun reading. - xoxo Daphne
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My name is Gabrielle. I'm 20 years old and going to college locally to study veterinary medicine. I love to dance and have taken lessons in modern, jazz, lyrical, and freestyle for years. As a result, my body has always been in great shape, with curvy hips, shapely legs, and a round, beautifully firm rear.
My absolute best feature though are my breasts. I've actually heard guys whimper longingly while staring at my rack. My breasts are amazingly full and would be perfect for nursing, but are also very firm and pert. I always love to show them off by going braless in tops that drew attention right to them.
I've been told that with my figure I should try and get into modeling. My guy friends always tell me I've got the right look with my "gorgeous blue eyes". I admit my eyes do turn some heads. I also have those pouty lips all guys want to kiss, and when I smile I have the most adorable dimples. I've always thought it would be fun to be the hot veterinarian who models on the side.
So when my former dance instructor offered to set up a photo shoot for me I was very excited. He was definitely older than me but was always very sweet and someone who I had trusted for many years. I was a little nervous about being photographed by someone I didn't know so I asked him to come to the session with me.
My dance teacher was actually very cute, and I admit, I had developed a little crush on him over the years. Not only was he a great teacher, but even now he genuinely cares for me and takes care of me.
You see, since I was a pre-teen I've had a condition called Thyrotoxic Periodic Paralysis. Essentially, my thyroid gland sometimes produces excessive amounts of a hormone called thyroxine. When triggered, I become temporally paralyzed. My body still functions and I am conscious of my surroundings, but cannot move until the hormone levels return to normal again. Sometimes it's just for a few minutes but under the right conditions can last several hours. It causes no damage to my body at all, but it can be very frustrating.
Over the years, my dance instructor has seen me in this condition two or three times at competitions when something triggered it (high stress, heavy physical exertion, large amounts of sodium or carbohydrates, etc). He was always wonderful and stayed by my side until the condition passed. A lovely trusting friendship developed as I grew up, and since I started college we've kept in touch with each other.
On the day of the photo shoot, we met for lunch before going to the studio. We talked about the two-year relationship with my boyfriend that had just ended, working my way through college, and my plans for the future. He was always supportive and encouraging me. So sweet. As we finished lunch I admitted to being a little nervous about the modeling.
"Here take some Aspirin," he said handing me two white tablets, "don't worry, I'll be there with you."
I smiled and took the tablets with a sip of water as we left for the photo shoot.
The photographer greeted us at the door and showed us into his studio. After some general conversation, I went upstairs to change. My go to outfit when I wanted to look really hot was a strapless one-piece black satin mini-skirt dress that zipped up the back. High heels and a black wide brimmed sun hat really brought home a classy "Audrey Hepburn" look. I pinned my hair up to fully expose my bare shoulders and upper back, leaving just a few locks tickling the sides of my face.
As I re-entered the studio I noticed the photographer was gone, and my former instructor told me he would be back soon and just to relax on the sofa. I sat down and we talked a little while we waited.
Then something went wrong.
I could feel it coming, and quickly lost the ability to move.
"No, not now!" I thought to myself, "what the heck triggered this?"
I had been so careful with my diet and physical activity that I couldn't imagine why this was happening. I was really glad that the photographer wasn't here right now. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of a stranger. Thank goodness my dance teacher was with me. He knew how to take care of me in this situation.
"Gabrielle?" He stood up and walked over to me, waving his hand in front of my eyes. I could see him, I could hear him, but I couldn't move an inch.
I wanted to let him know I was okay, but it was awful being so unable to do anything. From the chair I was sitting, I watched him go over to set up the photographer's camera while glancing over at me.
"What is he doing?" I thought to myself.
Finishing with the camera, my former dance teacher came over to me and began moving my body into a modeling pose, having me sit up straight with my legs crossed and my hand resting under my chin. Tilting my head to look into the lens, he went behind the camera and took several pictures of me.
"What the heck?" I felt ridiculous knowing that I couldn't move while he was taking pictures of me in this pose. He came back around from behind the camera and stood directly in front of me. I could feel his eyes looking over every inch of my body. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life.
He leaned in close to me, and with steady, gentle hands he reached around my back and began to slowly unzip my dress.
"Noooo!!! Ohmygawd NO!!!" I was screaming inside my mind, but helpless to move or even signal my awareness.
As he pulled down the top of my dress, my large firm breasts spilled out of their prison.
"Ohgod, was this really happening to me?"
He adjusted me so that I was sitting up in the large soft chair with my back arched, my breasts beautifully presented. For some reason, they had never seemed so large before.
"No, please," my mind raced. I felt so embarrassed as he went behind the camera and began photographing me. He took several pictures at every possible angle with my breasts on display. Occasionally he moved me into different poses where he would put my hands behind my head and arch my back to make my breasts stand out, or have me hold up my breasts with my hands as if presenting them to the camera.
"This isn't happening...this isn't happening," I thought to myself, pleading with my eyes for him to stop as he reached out to touch me. My mind raced as his soft hands took hold of my large firm mounds.
Then, the last thing I expected in the world happened.
I was getting turned on.
I could feel my nipples respond to his touch, and my pussy grew wet as he cupped my breasts and gently kissed my face all over.
"Ohgod..." sitting helpless in this chair being molested against my will made me furious, but I was also totally turned on by not being able to stop him. My former teacher was going to enjoy having his way with my body, whether I wanted it or not.
Did I want it? I wasn't sure.
One thing I did know though, he wanted me, and he was going to enjoy playing with me. I felt so embarrassed. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me, but as his lips touched mine over and over in the most loving gentle kisses, I realized I would have given anything to have been able to kiss him back.
After a few more moments of gentle kissing he moved down and began to lick and suck on my nipples, his mouth bathing my huge mounds in warmth.
