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Brooke smiled broadly into the camera. The spotlight made it hard to see any of the audience in front of her and only the applause that followed after each pose she took, kinda proofed that anyone was watching.

She passed another camera further in the back and blew a kiss into the lens. In the distance she saw the other girls standing backstage with their arms crossed. The spite in their faces was evident and Brooke was sure that they whispered to each other, but she was beyond caring for the opinions of these bitches.

Being a model was a hard business and Brooke was used to the harsh wind that usually blew behind the stage between the girls. In the end, everyone wanted to win, no matter how much of a friend some pretended to be when talking face to face. Brooke had learned that the hard way back in her hometown Orizon: Don`t trust anyone but yourself, and even when devastated, keep up your chin and walk for the camera.

With a boost in her confidence, Brooke threw her head back, as she walked to her final position at the far front of the stage. The heat of the spotlights was burning on her skin as she reached the position and presented herself to the unseen audience.

Just as she wanted to turn around, Brooke felt a weird tightness around her hips, followed by a ripping zip noise coming from her side. A moment of insecurity made her stumble slightly to the side as she noticed one of the other girls peeking out from behind the curtain in the back.

“You little slut” Brooke thought to herself. The cheeky grin on the girls face told her everything she needed to know: Someone had manipulated her outfit!

The seam of her costume had ripped open at her waist, but somehow, this wasn't the only problem: In horror, Brooke realized that her flat belly now looked all bloated and fat while pushing against the fabric from inside!

Brooke looked around desperately to find the jury, but the light on the stage was just too bright to see anything. She stumbled further and tried to get back to the curtains, but her feet felt insecure inside her high-heels.

Brooke gasped for air, as it became harder to breath... it was like her whole costume was shrinking around her chest! Another nasty sound of ripping fabrics made her realize that her breasts had almost doubled in size and started to push out of her costume...

“Hnoo...not here... what is happening to me?!” Brooke saw her now massive tits bursting out of her costume, as the fabric gave in. In a mix of disbelief and embarrassment, she tried to cover the massive, swollen nipples with her hands. An overwhelming rush of lust flooded her body, as her fingers slowly started to rub the soft mounds on her tits... drool dripped down Brookes chin.... what was … happening..?. I- It felt so good....!”

The murmuring audience quickly brought Brooke back to her senses: She needed to get off the stage!! She tried to walk back towards the backstage-area, but her legs felt bloated and heavy. The flesh of her feet pressed tightly against the straps of her High-Heels and made it almost impossible to walk anywhere.

Brooke moaned, as she now felt another sensation she couldn't ignore any longer: Her fat belly had caused her costume to stretch and carve tightly into her crotch, stimulating her womanhood with every breath she took. Brooke shook her head “ No... nono, this isn't happening!....”

With a shaking hand, she touched the area between her legs: The fabric that was still covering her cunt felt soaking wet while her obscenely swollen outer labia had already pushed out left and right. Afraid that her next breath would make the fabric between her legs give in, she bended forwards, trying to hide what was going on.

“You should go back to the ocean, you fat Acora-cow!” Someone behind the curtain laughed. Brooke turned around and saw one of the other girls hiding in the shadows. “I hope your water tasted good today – I had to search all the harbor-pubs to find a fitting look for you! Isn´t it fabulous what a few drops from a fat Acora cunt can do?! This is for ignoring me all week!”

Brook felt anger boiling in her stomach and wanted to scream, but her body was betraying her. Her hips widened and bloated with fat, as her tights tripled in thickness. With her ass growing larger and larger, the fabric of her costume eventually gave in and snapped, as a thick, black tail grew out of Brookes back.

With shivering legs, Brooke threw an an ice-cold-gaze over to the girl, which continued to laugh at her. She looked down and saw her toenails falling out, as her delicate female feet turned into plump, 2-toed mashers.

“Whoops, guess we need to delay that foot-model shooting, too!... maybe you would make for a good pool-toy?! Hahaha!” Tears of lust and embarrassment ran down Brookes cheeks as her face slowly started to deform. Her mouth soon grew into a massive maw with sharp teeth and a thick tongue.

“Hold the camera ready Jess, lets show them how fabulous our new Miss-attendant has become!” Another girl appeared at the other curtain and started to move the camera towards Brookes position.

“Hnnow... S-Stohp!” Broke felt her High-heels snap as they got crushed by her new weight. Her massive tits and belly wobbled with every move she made, as her new maw drooled constantly.

Strands of loose hair fell onto her cleavage, as her face deformed more and more while her skin grew thick and latex-like. Her former delicate pussy had turned all plump and and became so lewdly swollen that her outer labia rather looked like voluptuous lips, that were impossible to hide - even below Brookes wobbling, new belly.

“Hmm, looks like the audience does not enjoy bald models... look, they are already leaving!... Guess you are just too ugly for the show.”

Brooke let out a feral rutting call, as she picked up the remains of what had been her own hair minutes before. The fabric of her costume was cutting into her cunt and ass , as her body grew fatter and fatter... with a strong pull of her 4-fingered hand, she finally ripped away what was left of her clothing.

For a moment, Brooke stood still, trying to get her head straight and think about what had just happened. In disbelief, she looked onto her new massive chest that was covered in a shiny, wet skin completely. The girls in the back still laughed like mad, as Brooke realized that thick strands of slime dripped from her naked cunt to the ground... like her body had been turned on by the transformation into a fat Acora Cow.

Confused, she watched the remains of her costume on the ground... everything was so surreal...her body felt so different... so strong... She felt her tail whipping behind her while she slowly got used to standing on her new feet. The wetness between her legs slowly grew into a weird kind of itching... then into an urge to be touched...

“Time to get of the Stage, you fat ugly cow!” The girl from behind the curtain had come closer and now stood directly next to Brooke, who was still trying to cope with her new situation. Brooke was unable to hear what the girl was saying... the itching urge of her cunt numbed her mind....

“P...Please!....” Brooke moaned while touching one of her massive breasts. The girl close to her looked a bit confused “Please, what?! Get off!” - She pointed to the backstage-Area, but before she could even look back at Brooke, she was grabbed by a massive Acora-hand.

“PLEASE ME!!” Brooke growled as she pulled the girl close, which started to squeak and scream. Brooke pushed her down to her knees and grinned broadly, before she pulled the girls screaming face between her tights. The loud protests stifled by Brookes lewd cunt, she rubbed the helpless girls face deep into her slimy pussy. The muffled screams and helpless attempts to gasp for air turned Brooke on... she wanted to smother that girl with her massive cunt, so she had to lick and breathe her lewd nethers!

Feral moans escaped Brookes throat, as she enjoyed her dominant role and leaned back to give the girl even more cunt to eat. Soon, the girl between her legs, too began to swell and turn fatter and fatter, her tights bloated as a fat belly slowly ripped apart her costume. The screams and moans turned more desperate as the girl noticed what was happening to her, but Broke couldn't care less: These girls deserved to be a fat Acora cow, just like herself