At this point in the story, I kind of figured that she would be slowing down as far as her social media presence was concerned. At this point, she's afraid of what she's become, and only in certain moments does she feel the want to be broadcasted like this. I was thinking that she wants her experience to be regarded as a cautionary tale sometimes, which makes the exposure worth it.
2019-03-27 11:04:59 +0000 UTC View Post
Hey, gotta pay the bills. I was damned determined to match her to the yoga ball.
2019-03-26 16:13:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Dedication, this one. I love playing with mirror selfies, too, so this was interesting to fool with.
Side note, for this one, as with the previous, I used a different model with Leanne's face superimposed. I'm a little on the fence with how it turned out, but from a morphing perspective, it does open up a lot more options if it can be mastered.
2019-03-25 23:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Fate led me to go a little dark with this one. I can't imagine how hard it would be to lug tits this size around like that, and I wanted to keep with the spirit of realism. Curious what you guys think about pics like this, that aren't overtly erotic, but have a strange sense of truth about them.
2019-03-25 16:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Oh, dear... seems that instead of slowing down, she's actually starting to speed up instead! Though things look even more dire for a certain lavender tank top...
2019-03-24 22:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
This one was kinda fun — one of those examples where there's just not enough space in the picture to accommodate all the boob! But I like how it plays with perspective and leaves something to the imagination.
2019-03-24 02:23:00 +0000 UTC View Post
So our fair Autumn is not only a gamer, but a pretty fierce one at that.
I was happy with how this one worked out. Further tweaking on how her boobs naturally settle in her lap. And you can't beat mile-long cleavage!
2019-03-23 21:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
To be sure, she's a pretty one-of-a-kind model now... Shouldn't be hard to scrape together the cash to get her flight. Maybe even a bit leftover for an Airbnb. But at least she gets free bras!
I'd like to think this shot was an outtake from the roll.
2019-03-23 10:24:00 +0000 UTC View Post
A year to go with Autumn's countdown, and wouldn't you know it, she has to take another trip for a checkup... overseas? Methinks the FDA didn't have anything to do with this madness.
2019-03-22 23:04:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Underboob! One of the (many) best kinds of boobs!
And boy, do they look heavy... Oh dear...
2019-03-22 13:47:59 +0000 UTC View Post
Pretty fun, figuring out a way to get over Instagram's policies when it comes to nudity. How would Autumn have done it? Maybe something like this. :)
2019-03-22 00:17:59 +0000 UTC View Post
And life goes back to normal. As you can tell from my IG avatar, this one is among my favourite morphs... Everything just lent itself well — the motion, the size, the fact that I could just go bigger without losing anything.
Moving right along...
2019-03-20 23:33:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Oh, good. Our nubile (and busty!) protagonist finally has what she's always dreamed of.
But wait... that's not right. She still has 75 weeks to go? Uh oh...
2019-03-20 13:57:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Ah ha... the first inkling...
Otherwise, fun to play with perspective here.
2019-03-20 13:55:22 +0000 UTC View Post
Just a little over 5 months into her treatment, Autumn is on top of the world, and clearly has no trouble showing herself off (come on, the short just begged for some expansion, didn't it?).
2019-03-20 13:54:01 +0000 UTC View Post
If I had it to do again, I would have taken a bit more time with the shadowing, and the way her tits are positioned on the piano. But overall, I like how the original pic was adapted.
2019-03-20 13:48:52 +0000 UTC View Post
Always fun doing a "group shot."
I had some good times with this one giving just a little background about the BOLSI treatment, that's (mwahaha) cut off by the scrolling. Tidbits are kinda cool. :)
2019-03-20 13:46:18 +0000 UTC View Post
Only very slight modifications to this one, as Ms. Crowe is pretty blessed to begin with!
2019-03-20 13:43:55 +0000 UTC View Post
Fun little selfie. Plus, this is when I really started having some fun with those comments to the side.
2019-03-20 13:41:38 +0000 UTC View Post
One last little dash of exposition before we get into the nuts and bolts of the story. Again, sadness over having to reduce some breasts in the forefront, but I promise I'll make up for it. ;-)
2019-03-20 13:33:21 +0000 UTC View Post
A rare one in which I have to make a model's breasts smaller. it pains me too, but hey — Gotta tell a story, right?
As for the titling, it's done in a "countdown" format. So in this case, we're starting about 2 years and one month (or so) in the past, and getting close to the present.
2019-03-20 13:31:25 +0000 UTC View Post
This is an idea I had years ago. Instagram, as we all know, is a great storytelling device, so I constructed the tale of a fictional gal named "Autumn" (performed here by the great Leanne Crowe) who took part in an experiment, and modelled it as a series of Instagram posts. It was a fun way to stretch some creativity outside of the morph-and-a-story format.
As with most stories, I had a notion for a few chapters, and that would be it. But it grew (as is appropriate). So I'll be feeding ...
2019-03-20 13:29:17 +0000 UTC View Post
At this point in my work, I was experimenting a lot with shadowing caused by things, well, getting into the boobs' way. When I was commissioned to do this piece, the picture was of Hitomi Tanaka, but we wanted to make it so the dude was being smothered completely. Usually, I would have just expanded the boobs straight down, but I wanted there to be some multi-dimensionality to the whole thing, where her bust is flowing outward, toward the viewer.
I'm ok with how tis one worked out. I wo...
2019-03-20 12:34:36 +0000 UTC View Post
Reluctantly, she permitted Matt to help her to her feet, this time with greater difficulty. Using her own arms, she managed to cup one of her engorged breasts into a semblance of support. Matt hoisted his strong arms under the other, and together, she stumbled in tandem down the last stretch of beach, around the bend in the rocks that should lead to where their car was parked. "Ouch!" Leslee grunted through gritted teeth. "You can't just drag me like that! They're still attached to m—"
<... 2019-02-09 17:06:00 +0000 UTC View Post
"C'mon, babe," he said, helping heft Leslee to her feet. Matt was taken off guard by the unexpected weight: Even as a joint effort, Leslee only managed to rise a few inches off the sand before slumping back to earth with a thud that sent her ballooning breasts into a rhythmic frenzy of movement.
"Okay, one more time, babe — we've gotta get back to the car." Matt was right, she realized. At the rate she was going, it wouldn't be too long before she was unable to... what? Stand? Walk? M...
2019-02-08 17:06:00 +0000 UTC View Post
It wasn't just the continued, unexplainable growth of her chest that filled Leslee. Even as she sat on the cool, wet sand, she felt hot. Sweltering. As the burning lesion on her neck consistently delivered stabs of pain, so did her skin burn — she could feel the waves of stifling heat trying to escape her body.
She could only treat her ponderous new endowments with caution, afraid that a casual poke or accidental brush might cause further growth. How the hell is my skin even stret...
2019-02-07 17:07:00 +0000 UTC View Post
The pair stumbled along the desolate coastline as they beelined their way back to their car. Occasionally, Matt had to stabilize Leslee as her new center of gravity pulled her in unexpected directions. At one point, a stumble over a particularly sharp rock nearly brought Leslee careening to the ground.
"Stop," she said, heaving in deep sucks of air as she steadied herself against a rocky outcropping. "I have to... I have to stop..." Her expression furrowed into one of concern, and then,...
2019-02-06 17:06:59 +0000 UTC View Post
Matt snapped out of his trance as he rushed in to help Leslee with her baffling situation. To protests of small yelps as he accidentally pinched the flesh pouring from the opening in the suit, he managed to pry his fingers beneath the neoprene. With a decisive tug the suit relented, freeing Leslee's endowments in all their impossibly glory.
With this liberation, a surge of emotion washed through Leslee's mind like the waves that lapped over her legs. Finally offered the opportunity to h...
2019-02-05 17:06:59 +0000 UTC View Post
