Day 1 of Filming 

     Three rapid knocks on the door of Jill’s room caught the aspiring model of guard as she was getting dressed.  

“We’re on in three minutes Miss Suzuki.” 

     “Give me a sec, Phill” Jill hollered as she finally finished putting the very uncomfortable white, blue, and black bikini that the costuming department provided for her. It was at once too baggy, and yet too snug. She had just given up on trying to adjust it and proceeded to put on her old orange halter top, denim shorts and rough up sandals. After a quick look in the mirror to make sure that she looked suitably humble Jill left her room and joined the beleaguered photographer.  

     “Come on,” Phillip Cooper exclaimed, “She’s waiting.”  

     The 25-year-old ingénue followed Phill to the large private helicopter that sat on the rooftop landing pad of Metamorphic Modeling LTD. The door to the vehicle swung open and sitting in one of the four passenger seats was a Hispanic woman who despite pushing 50 still possessed a voluptuous body, long dark hair, and a gorgeous face that possessed a smiled full of blindingly white teeth.  

“Come on darlings,” Rita Fores announced happily holding out her hand to Jill, “Our adoring public awaits. 

Rita assisted her fellow passengers into the helicopter and shut the door behind them as Jill and Phill took the seats across from Rita. The vehicle's rotors soon began to spin, lifted its occupants into the sky and headed towards Santa Monicas Beach to film the two-part finale of the first season of The Successor. 

***  

Jill couldn’t help but notice the red dress her idol was wearing.  

“Isn’t that the gown you wore to the Met Gala last year?” She asked Rita. 

“Yup.” 

“But didn’t you once say that you hated wearing that?” 

“Still do,” Rita replied happily, “I can’t wait to bust out of this piece of crap.” 

“Is it wrong to say that kind of like that that dress?” said Phill as he assembled his camera, “I know it’s not showy or revealing, but you wear classy very well.” 

“Classy, I’m fine with,” said Rita, “Constricting I can’t abide by. I mean look at what this thing does to my tits. I look like I stuffed a couple cantaloups in here.” 

Jill chuckled. She wasn’t wrong either. The dress covered Rita’s chest up to the neckline and was tightly holding her breasts in place. For someone like Rita who loved flaunting her curves with proactive body language it must be a nightmare to wear.  

“Sounds like you were planning this for a while.” Jill chimed in. 

“Yeah,” said Rita, “But then the show took off, and it had to put on the back burner.”  

“You could have just torn it up by hand you know,” Phill pointed out. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Rita protested, “A dress this bad needs to be in destroyed in style.” 

“It’s funny that’s your reasoning for picking that dress out because I think we’re kind of on a similar wavelength.” 

Rita looked at what Jill was wearing and said, “Are you sure? That top is a little ratty, but it looks comfortable.” 

“That’s where the ‘kind of’ part comes in,” Jill continued, “I have lot of fond memories of this shirt, most of them from college, and I want to give it an appropriate send off.”  

Rita nodded in approval of Jill’s thinking.  

“Can’t go wrong with a little sentimentality,” she quipped. 

Jill was going to respond when a sharp click interrupted her. 

“Sorry about that,” said Phill, “Just making sure the camera’s working.” 

Phill then took notice of the face she pulled when the camera went off. A face that graced many a reaction gif on twitter and had followed the show ever since the airing of the sixth episode. 

“Don’t take this wrong way Jill,” said Phill, “But we gotta do something about this face of yours.” 

“Phil!” Rita exclaimed angrily. 

“No, I get it Phill,” Jill interrupted, “I get startled easily, and everyone is expecting me to bomb out there.” 

“No one is expecting you to bomb,” Rita protested, “and if anyone is you are going to prove them so incredibly wrong.” 

“Rita,” Phill sighed, “We all saw what happened when we shot the sixth episode of the season. You’re putting your faith in some who most of the world sees as an internet meme. “ 

Jill nodded in shame. The image of her walking into dressing room where two other contestants, a buxom blonde name Norma, and a fiery redhead Joanna were arguing over a photoshoot that went awry. Their rivalry had made for some extremely popular reality tv viewing. Some viewers even though Rita would choose one of them as the first successor. Jill walking in on them, pulled that screamed dear in headlights face of hers with her hands raised, and left the room.  

Unfortunately, once Jill won this led to the perception that this was the reason Rita chose Jill to be the first new model for the company. Rita never budged from her discission. 

“She’s more than just a punchline,” Rita explained, “You’ve seen her photoshoots. The camera loves her.” 

“Yeah, in private,” Phill countered, “This is her first time in front of a crowd, and her first exposure to the tonic.” 

“She’ll do fine,” Rita insisted as she turned her attention to Jill, “Right?” 

Jill nodded gratefully. Rita’s continued faith in her was unexpected but always welcome.  

“Right, she said to her Idol, “I’m going to crush this.” 

“That’s the spirit,” Rita said triumphantly, “A lot of people want another me, but I don’t want my followers to just be like me. As great as I am I’m not perfect.” 

Jill and Phill chuckled at Rita’s attempt at modesty, but the veteran model took it in stride.  

A voice from the cockpit announced, “Approaching the LZ now.” 

Jill looked outside the window and saw that to the right of the Iconic Santa Monica Pier was a stage that was about a hundred meters wide. Surrounding the stage were various crew members setting up cameras, sound, and lighting equipment. On the boardwalk crowds had gathered to see what was about to unfold.  

Jill’s confidence took a hit from such a sight. 

*** 

The helicopter touched down on the far-left top corner of the stage. The rotors died down, and as the shows main camera crew rushed up to the vehicle Rita turned to Jill with a vibrant smile and said, “That’s our cue.”  

She flung the door open and strutted out onto the stage with Jill by her side who put on a brave face for the camera. Phill rushed down to the middle of the stage with his camera in hand. An antique table sat in the center of the stage and two sherry wine glasses containing an aqua colored liquid stood on top of it.  

“Hola darlings!” she declared to the camera, “Finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. It’s time for my Successor and I to ascend!”  

Jill snickered at that line. Rita was never above saying something cheesy and knew how to own it.  

As the two of them made their way towards the table, Jill began to focus on the aqua colored liquid contained in the two glasses. She had heard about how the tonic was slightly different this time. The scientists hired by Metamorphic Models were always tweaking these formulas to make the changes they brought about more comfortable to the one consuming the substance. Rita clearly relished the process these tonics brought about, and Jill couldn’t help but be excited but also a little concerned about allowing her body to change in such a dramatic way. Everyone who consumed the tonics for the first time tended to have some kind of quirk that would carry with them each time they consumed the substance.  

The two women grasped their glasses and raised them above their heads towards the cameramen and the crowd before them. As they clinked the glasses together, Rita noticed that Jill’s free hand was trembling a little. She responded to this action with a reassuring smile.  

“It’ll feel strange at first,” She told Jill, “But, if you just let it happen, it will be the greatest experience of your life.”  

Jill nodded and the two of them drank the liquid.  

A sudden feeling of what could only be described as “bloating” began to fill Jill’s body. Like she eaten a large meal too quickly. The glass fell from her hand as she reeled from the experience.  

“It’s okay,” said Rita, “Follow my lead, and like I said before, just let it happen.” 

As Jill focused her attention on the veteran model, she realized the red dress on her idol was getting tighter and was starting to tear. Rita moaned with pleasure as she grew larger and larger. Her already impressive F cup breasts swelled out of the top dress, her high heels were crushed under the weight of her expanding feet. Jill was so overwhelmed by the sight of Rita’s growth that it took her mind off the feeling of bloating she was experiencing. That was until she started to feel her clothes tightening.  

Jill looked down and saw that her C cup breasts were ballooning in size along with the rest of her body. As she burst free from her clothes, Jill tried to follow how Rita was handling the growth. Her idol treated the growth like a striptease. She danced to the sound of her ripping dress and played to the uproarious cheers and whoops of the crowd.  Jill followed suit, but her rapidly expanded bosom gave balancing issues. As a result, she tried to work the imbalance into her version of a striptease, and even worked her growing breasts into the dance. The audience was also receptive to this display, and even Jill found herself enjoying the process.  

The bikinis the two women wore held strong throughout the growth. The material they were made of was only known to a select few in the higher echelons of Metamorphic Models, but its elastic nature was incredibly durable. No matter how large they grew their bikini’s held firm. Although by the time the two of them stopped growing at a height of 125 feet Jill’s breasts would be considered an O cup at her normal size and her bikini top was starting to show signs of straining.  

Rita’s body on the other hand seemed unchanged apart from the size, but on closer inspection Jill realized her mentor had become more fit for lack of a better term. Not necessarily bulky but there was a visible change in muscle tone that made Rita’s massive white bikini clad body look even more powerful.  

The audience applauded the conclusion of the spectacle before them.  

‘Thank you,” Rita declared, “Thank you all, I hope this isn’t all just for me.” 

She turned to face Jill and was surprised by the young woman’s new chest size. It was fairly common for some of the female users of tonic to have an increased bust size, but Rita was surprised by how large Jill’s had gotten.  

“Are you alright?” she asked the younger woman. 

“I’m fine,” Jill answered while trying not to sound bashful as she struggled with the discomfort she was feeling from her unwieldly breasts, “They’re not as heavy as they look.”  

The instant she finished that statement a sharp snapping sound caught her off guard and the top of her bikini went flying off her chest, landing on the onlookers who crowded the pier.  

Laughter and whoops came from the onlookers, and the look of shame in Jill’s face as she franticly tried to conceal the massive mounds of flesh caused Rita to embrace her in a hug of comfort and assistance in covering her engorged bosom. 

“It’s alright,” she whispered to Jill, “It’s just a minor hiccup. It’s fixable.” 

But the growing laughter, and chants of “SHOW US HERE TITS” got under the skin of the veteran model. While she was renowned for being able to take jokes about herself in stride, jokes about people share cared about personally were another matter entirely.  

“STOP THAT!” she bellowed at the crowd.  

The commotion on the pier began to die down.  

“SHOW SOME FUCKING RESPECT FOR THE POOR WOMAN!” 

“SHOW US HER TITS!” some smart-ass voice came from the crowd. More laughter unfortunately followed.  

“Okay, that’s it,” Rita Growled as she released Jill and marched towards the pier, “Go home! All of you!” 

Her right hand came down on the crowd and she gently nudged them all off the pier and back to the parking lot.  

Jill was grateful for Rita’s actions, but she could help be feel that she ruined the shoot. And there were still three days left in the shoot.  

*** 

Day 2 of Filming 

     “I told you she wasn’t ready for all of this,” said Phill. 

“You sure you want to talk about that now?” Rita asked as the photographer set himself up on the Overlook walkway, “Considering what I can do to you?” 

Phill was used to Rita using her enlarged state to push him and others around, but it was always in a playful manner. This time, while still lighthearted in tone there was a streak of annoyance to what she had said as the giantess helped Phill with some practice photos at the cliffs of Julia Pfeiffer Burns Park.  

“Ok I admit that I didn’t see the tonic making her tits so huge, but you didn’t need to intervene on her behalf.” 

“No one got hurt.” 

“TMZ and the tabloids still had field day with the return of Raging Rita.” 

The veteran model slammed her first into a nearby cliff face in rage at the utterance of that nickname, cracking the surface of cliff. 

“They didn’t,” she snarled. 

“Oh, they did,” Phill insisted as he pulled out his iPhone, “You want a taste of the headlines?” 

“NO!” 

“Ok,” Phill replied.  

“No more jokes,” she growled, “I’m not in the mode.” 

“You can’t hide behind the PR Department forever. You are going to have to make a statement at some point.” 

“No one got hurt, and there was no property damage this time.” 

“That’s a pretty small bar to clear,” said Phil before following it up with a meek, “No pun intended, but I get it, this wasn’t as bad as what happened in Atlantic City, but on its own merits it was pretty bad. Not to mention you forced the company to change shooting location in a day to accommodate one person’s hurt feelings” 

“They can afford it,” Rita replied as she briefly turned her attention to Jill who sat on the beach behind them, staring out at the ocean, “We all needs a change of scenery.” 

“But how are we going to end the season?” 

“I’ll think of something,” Rita insisted in tone that denoted desperation.  

*** 

Jill was grateful for the new much better fitting bikini top that was made on such short notice. The guilt she had over the day before still lingered, but she wasn’t ready to go back to her normal size. The feeling of being so big was intoxicating, helped by the fact that another one of the tonic’s benefits was being able to go for weeks without needing to eat or sleep.  

But doubt was still lingering in her mind. She wondered if she was worthy of being a model, following in the footsteps of Rita Fores after getting laughed at during what was essentially her first day on the job.  

Jill’s introspection was interrupted by the voice of her mentor calling out to her.  

“Hey Jill, you ready?” 

Jill turned around and said, “Yeah just wondering when the rest of the crew will show up.” 

“They’re running a bit late. Apparently, the equipment for the underwater shoot had some kinks that needed to be ironed out” Phill replied, ‘So we’re going to take of few pictures here. Always did love the sense of scale this place can give you.” 

“Where should I pose?” Jill asked. 

“Just crouch next to the falls.” 

Jill got up and positioned herself against Mcway Falls. She sat knees up against the cliff face to make herself look smaller against the falls.  

“No, no, no, deary,” said a disappointed Rita, “You look so meek now.  

“I really don’t feel up to it today. I want to keep things simple.” 

“Still rattled by what yesterday?” Rita asked. 

Jill nodded.  

“Don’t be,” Rita began,” We’re alone. There’s no one else for miles. Be proud of this body you were given. Show it off to me. I know women who wish they had boobs like the ones you have now. Hell, I’m one of them!” 

Jill chuckled at that remark. 

“I’m serious,” Rita continued, “You saw the raw footage of your growth this morning, and you were great. You owned your changing bustline like a champ.” 

“But my top-” 

“We’re past that darling,” Rita interrupted, “We need that confidence you had in that moment, now get on your knees, sit up straight arch your back forward, stick your chest out.” 

Jill did as Rita asked. 

“Now put your hands behind your head and give us a smile that says you're proud of this body of yours.” 

Once again Jill did as she asked, but the smile she gave wasn’t to Rita’s liking. 

“That’s not doing it for me,” she said, “That’s a look that says ‘sure, I can fill in for you on the next shift.’” 

“What?” Jill asked as she lowered her arms bemusedly. 

“She’s stickler when comes to smiles, “Phill called out, “She even coached me how to properly smile at my own wedding.” 

“It wasn’t just your smile,” Rita replied, “It was everything about you that day. if I hadn’t done something God know how you would’ve delivered your vow to Jeff without my guidance.” 

“I would have done fine on my own, but your help was appreciated.”  

Rita smiled at Phill briefly before returning her attention to Jill,  

“Now give us that proud smile,” she said to the younger giantess.   

Jill altered her smile by widening it to show off her teeth a bit and let her eyes relax in way that gave a smugger look to her expression.  

“That’s better, but maybe dial back the smile a bit.” 

Jill closed her lips. 

“Perfect,” said a beaming Rita, “Are getting this Phill?” 

“I am.” 

Several clicks from his camera followed.  

“Okay now, now stand up and get in from the waterfall. Give me a pose that radiates power” 

Jill got up and positioned herself where Rita wanted. For the pose she kept it simple by spreading her legs out, making her hands into fists and placing them on her hips.  

Rita nodded in approval of the pose, but she still felt there was something missing. The experienced model knelled down to look at her successor from another angle. Rita’s smile returned to her face. 

“Hold that pose,” said Rita as she then turned to Phill who was taking a call on his cellphone.  

“Hey!” she called out to him. 

Phill did a double before returning to his phone to wrap up the call. 

“Okay, I’ll let her know bye,” he said as he hung up and turned towards Rita, “Jeff just called. His team and the rest of the camera crew will be here shortly.”  

“Then let’s make this,” she replied.  

Rita got up and snatched the photographer up in her fist.  

“JESUS,” Phill exclaimed as he was hoist into the air, “What the hell Rita?!” 

“Just getting a better angle for you.” she replied.  

“The angle I had was good enough!” 

Rita set Phil down on the sands of the beach facing the posing Jill who turned her focus to the photographer’s new vantage point.  

“This is better than good enough,” Rita proclaimed, “Just look at her.” 

“I do admit it’s a good angle, but you make most people look good from down here.” 

“Most people are not as big as us.” Rita replied.  

“Or have these,” Jill added as she leaned slightly towards Phill and gave her breasts a slight but provocative jiggle. Phill was taken aback by this display of confidence, but he also welcomed it.  

“Point taken,” said Phill as he started taking photos again. 

 Jill adjusted her pose to greater emphasize the size difference between herself and the falls. As she did so she felt that she wouldn’t mind a partner right now.  

“Say Rita,” she Jill, “How ‘bout we get some pictures of us together?” 

“Certainly,” Rita replied as she picked herself up, “What do you have in mind?” 

“Something kind of silly.” 

“I’m ok with silly.” 

“Well, first on want you kneel in front of me but face Phill.” 

Rita did as her student requested. 

“Now hold my boobs like Atlas holding the world on his shoulders. “ 

“What?” Rita asked in surprise. 

A chuckle emanated from Phill as he was not used to his boss getting caught off guard like this. 

“Is there a problem?” Jill asked.  

“No,” Rita replied, “I just didn’t expect you to get this adventurous yet.” 

“I just think this’ll be a fun pose.” 

“Alright,” said Rita as she placed her hands under Jill’s breasts and looked down at the Phill. 

“Looking good,” Phill announced, “But I don’t think you're selling the weight of those enough Rita.” 

Rita responded by leaning her head forward and twisted her face into an exaggerated grimace  

“Perfect,” said a chuckling Phill as he snapped the photos.  

The sudden sound of two helicopters roaring past Rita’s head broke concentration, and she released Jill’s breasts, causing them to land on her head much to Phill’s amusement. 

“Hold that pose,” he exclaimed as he snapped one more photo.  

“Publish that one and you’re a dead man,” Rita grumbled as she came out from underneath Jill. 

“How do you know I’m the only one who has ‘em?” Phill asked as he pointed to the helicopters as they stationed themselves over the ocean awaiting the two Titanesses. 

Rita rolled her eyes and sighed.  

“I’ll tell you what,” said Phill, “You and Jill can have a say on if they can ever be published, but I will be showing them at the company Christmas party.” 

“Fine,” said Rita, “At least I trust Jill to have some taste on this matter.” 

“I think it might be fun to run them at some point,” Jill chimed in as she began to wade into the ocean.   

“And like that you’ve failed me,” Rita snarked as she followed Jill into the water.   

Phill sat down on the beach watched the two giantesses frolic in the water. The sight of them enjoying each other's presence and posing for the cameras above made him think back on the early days of working with Rita at MM. She might have always been opinionated, but she also used to be a lot of fun to work with, even when she was at a massive height, she used to be a delight. Maybe Jill was able to bring back the old Rita. 

Day 3 of Filming 

     The Huntington Library Gardens was a controversial choice for the next photoshoot. For one, it meant closing of a notably tourist attraction for several days, and the idea of two giant women potentially destroying some priceless vegetation by accident did not sit well with the library's management. But with the help of a four million dollars payment, permission was granted for a Sunday afternoon shoot. 

Because Jill’s heritage the Japanese gardens were initially chosen for shooting, but Jill had her own ideas.  

“I don’t object to shooting here,” she told Rita, “I just think we should use all the gardens. Maybe we should start with the desert garden first. The permit allows us to use the all the Gardens, right?”  

“The permit doesn't say we can’t use those gardens, but the Company doesn’t want to risk a lawsuit if we step on any of plants by mistake.” 

“Are they willing to risk a lawsuit in regard to racial stereotyping?” 

“Sadly yes,” Rita sighed, “Believe me, I know of how tone deaf this is, but the company has a habit of wiggling out of that kind of bad press. Plus, I don’t want you stepping on any cacti by accident. You may be huge but those things still smart.”  

“Fine,” Jill sighed “What about the Australian Garden or how about the rose garden?” 

“No to the rose garden, but the Australian Garden,” she paused and contemplated the suggestion before turning her attention to Phil and the rest of camera crew below them. 

“What do you think?” She asked Phill. 

“I think we can be talked into shooting some pictures there first,” Phill replied, “If we get some good ones maybe she can make a case for them being used instead.” 

“Alright, I’m down of that,” said Rita. 

Relocating to the Australian Gardens was easy as the two giantesses helped carry the crew and equipment. It took barely 30 seconds for the task’s completion.  

Once the crew was set up Jill was directed to sit on the lawn of the garden. Phill had two camera men at her sides in shot to give a sense scale as well get some other photos. As he peered through his camera to the shots, he couldn’t help but notice the top of a tree in the background to the left of Jill was shaking violently. At first chalked it up to birds, but as he refocused on his subject a figure began climbing down the tree after drooping something. As the person reached the bottom to collect what was there's Phill felt they looked a little too young to be working at the Hunting Library.  

“Shit,” Phill exclaimed, “PAP!”  

All those around Phill faced the general direction where he was pointing and saw the figure drop the ground, snatch up whatever they dropped, and sprint off away from them.  

“Goddamn it,” Rita sighed, “These fuckers don’t give up.” 

“I’ll deal with it,” Jill abruptly announced as she picked herself up marched towards the intruder.  

Rita and her colleagues were taken back by this display of assertiveness from Jill. There was zeal in the younger woman’s body language that impressed and worried Rita. The idea of her successor acting in any way like her or worse was something that she wanted to avoid and now she feared how Jill would deal with the intruder.   

“After her!” she exclaimed and rushed off with Phill and the camera crew following suite while still filming, “We need to have a world with that fucking creep.” 

*** 

     The intruder zigzagged his way through gardens. He had hoped that his giant pursuer would think twice about getting too close to some of the more valuable plant specimens and risk stepping on them. It worked for little while, and it was amusing to so someone so big be so skittish, but this amusement was short lived as he tripped over a rock fell his stomach. As the intruder recovered a large buxom female shaped shadow descended upon him.  

*** 

     Jill finally got a good look at this uninvited guest, and as they turned around to look up at her Jill was surprised the intruder was not a sleazy tabloid photographer, but a child no more than 13 years of age. The boy looked up at her with a mix of fear and amazement that could only be made by a boy starting to go through puberty. It was a look that Jill couldn’t help giggle at.  

“Now what do we have here?” Jill asked the frightened boy as she reached out for him.  

The boy backed away from the oversized limb that approached him causing Jill to giggle again. 

“Jill,” Rita’s voice boomed behind, “Let me deal with this creep. “ 

“Rita, he’s just a child.” 

“They’re all children,” Rita snarled, “And this one deserves a big time spanking.” 

“No, he’s an actual child,” Jill exclaimed, “Look at him!” 

Rita looked down at the intruder and was shocked to see the boy cowering below her. She then realized that he was looking at her right hand which was clenched in a tight fist. 

“Oh,” said Rita in a tone that conveyed a mixture of shock and disappointment with herself. She stepped away from the two of them and let Jill continue.  

“I won’t hurt you,” she reassured the boy, “I just want to have a little chat with you.” 

Jill laid her open right hand on the ground. Her fingers became a ramp to her palm. The boy paused for a second before climbing on into her grasp. Jill then raised the boy to her face and let her smile fill his field of view.  

“How did you get passed security?” she asked sincerely. 

The boy answered with a bashful shrug.  

“Come on,” Jill sighed, “I’m not mad. I’m honestly impressed.” 

The boy finally spoke up. 

“The guards were having a smoke break.” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Rita sighed, “It’s always something so simple isn’t.” 

“We’ll deal with that latter,” Jill tried to reassure her before returning her attention to the child in her hand. 

“So, your name?” she asked him. 

“Who cares!” Phill shouted from below, “He shouldn’t be here.” 

“He’ll leave when I’m done with him,” said Jill who then turned her attention back to the boy and asked him “So what’s your name?” 

The boy finally spoke up.  

“My name Eddie,” he said in a fast slightly mumbled manner.  

“Eddie?” Jill repeated, “Nice to meet you I’m Jill. Now why are you here.” 

Eddie drew an iPhone from his pocket, and said, “I live near the gardens, and I heard you would be here. Some of guys at school are really into you and I thought-” 

“And you thought if you took some elicit pictures of me so you could share with him, become friends with them because you’re lonely,” Jill interrupted. 

“Yes,” Eddie answered meekly.  

“Eddie,” Jill began, “Look at the pictures you took from that tree and look at where you are now. Don't you think you could take better pictures from here? Maybe a selfie with a big-time celebrity like me?” 

Eddie looked at would he had his phone looked back up at Jill’s smiling face.  

“You really want me to take a selfie with you?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Eddie felt a wave of relief come over him. He stood up and activated the front facing camera on his phone.  

“I can’t believe this is happening” he said to himself giddily.  

Jill chuckled as she extended her right arm to help Eddie get a good picture of the two of them. The first picture taken was of the two of them smiling and waving to the camera. The second photo taken had Jill lower her hand to get a more impressive view of her size, but she also made sure her breasts didn’t get in the way of her face. For the final photo Jill turned her attention to her mentor.  

“Hey Rita!” she called out, “Come over here.” 

“I don’t take pictures with fans,” Rita replied bashfully. 

“Come on,” Jill exclaimed as she wrapped her left arm around her shoulder, “Just one picture.” 

Rita rolled her eyes but gave in to her request. 

The two giantesses and Eddie stared into the camera. 

“Okay,” Jill began, “On the count of three pull silliest face you can. Ready?” 

Rita and Eddie nodded. 

“Okay, one two three!” 

All three of them picked a facial expression that was suitably goofy as the phone’s camera flashed. Eddie pulled at the right side of his face with his free hand and made eyes look off to the left. Jill grabbed her forehead and grinned a toothy grin. Rita kept her face simple by crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue.  

The three of them looked at the resulting picture and shared a hearty laugh. 

“Now wasn’t that better?” she asked him as he looked at the pictures.  

“Yeah," he replied, “You think they’ll believe it though?” 

“And are you skilled enough to use photoshop to make those kinds of photos?” 

“No.” 

“Then why worry about that?” 

Eddie sighed and said, “Because they don’t see me as the kind of guy who gets to hang out with you.” 

“Well, you might still a kid,” said Jill, “But it is good to know that I have fan like you.” 

“Even though I took pictures of you while you weren't looking?” 

“Granted, my opinion might be different if didn’t catch you, but look at us. We’re having a nice chat, and you doing a good job not focusing on these.” 

Jill patten her engorged breasts for added emphasis.  

“Only because I was worried what would happen if I stared at them for a bit too long,” Eddie replied with a nervous giggle.  

“You’d get good scolding is what,” Jill smiled playfully. 

“Fair enough,” Eddie replied. He looked back at the selfies he and a wave of guilt came over him regarding the pictures taken earlier. He pulled up the illicit photos and deleted them.  

Jill was quietly pleased with Eddie’s choice.   

“Impressive,” a familiar feminine voice declared within ear shot of Jill.  

The young model let out a shocked gasp and turned to face a very pleased looking Rita. 

“Oh,” Jill exclaimed, “I forgot you were still with me. I don’t know what the company's policy is regarding this kind of situation, but I have dealt with it.” 

“And you did it better than I ever could have,” Rita replied, “You have so much more patience than I ever had. If I got my hands on that kid, I would have done something I would regret for the rest of my life.” 

Eddie visibly squirmed at that statement. 

“I get it kid,” said Rita, “I’ve been doing this for so long I think it’s all starting go to my head.” 

“I disagree,” Jill answered, “You’ve has been wonderful to me even if you put foot in your mouth sometimes.” 

“I know I'm not a great communicator, but that’s the least of my problems at this point.” 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Jill persisted. 

“Sorry,” Rita sighed, “Retirement can’t come soon enough for me.” 

“Pardon?” Jill asked.  

“I’m going to retire from modeling once the first season wraps up. Doing this show will be my gig for the foreseeable future, and you’ll be one the new face of Metamorphic Models.” 

“Does anyone else know about this?” 

 “Phill knows, and the heads of the company knows but not the public,” she than focused on Eddie, “Present company excluded of course.”  

“My lips are sealed,” said Eddie.  

Rita nodded in approval of the boy’s sincerity. 

“And the future contestants will have a lot to live up to,” she continued as she eyed Jill with pride. 

Her successor blushed, and said, “Please, no need to flatter me.” 

“I mean it Jill,” her mentor protested, “When you were a contestant on the show you seemed to be the only one who had any people skills while everyone else was trying to be like me. The company needs someone like you, and not another diva like me.” 

 “What if I end up becoming a Diva?” Jill asked. 

“You won’t,” Rita answered, “You’re not the type.” 

Jill chuckled and was about to thank her for another complement when a faint musical chime erupted from Eddie’s phone.  

‘Crap it’s my mom!” the boy exclaimed and franticly brought the phone to his ear. 

“Hey Mom,” he said nervously into the phone.  

“Edward!” a beleaguered female voice answered, “Where are you? The rehearsal dinner is in five minutes!” 

“I know, but I can make it. I’ll take the bus or something.” 

“Or something? Gain where the hell are you?” 

“I’m at the Gardens, but don’t worry. I can make I-” Eddie paused and glanced at Jill and Rita before returning to the call. 

“I have a surprise for Sara.” 

“What?” his mother asked, “What kind of surprise?” 

“Trust me Mom I got this I’ll make it to Sparrow’s. Sara knows about this. It’ll be great.” 

“If you say so,” his mother sighed. 

“Ok, I’ll see you at the diner.” 

He hung up, shut off the phone and returned his attention to Jill and Rita.  

“You had a plan this whole time?” a baffled Rita asked. 

“No,” Eddie replied bluntly, “but my Aunt Sara is getting married, and I need a lift to be at the rehearsal dinner.” 

Rita and Jill exchanged confused glances before returning to the child.  

“We ain’t uber, kid,” said Rita. 

“Hear me out,” Eddie continued, “Sara’s fiancée is a big fan of The Successor, and it would be cool if you two would show up and you know, congratulate on her on getting married.” 

An uncharacteristically mischievous grin appeared on Jill’s face, and she turned Rita. 

“What you say Rita?” she asked her mentor, “Let’s end the season on high note.” 

*** 

     Gillian tried to contain her panic and frustration at the situation. She tried to let the intense chatter of the rehearsal dinner, and the fresh air of the restaurant’s outdoor section drown out her worries, but she couldn’t help watching her sister at the other end of the table. Edward still hadn’t shown up and Sara hadn’t answered any of Gillian’s calls or texts all day. She needed an opportunity to talk to her about what she had planned and what her son’s role was. After twenty minutes, but eventually Sara removed herself from the table and made her to the women’s room. Gillian followed her.  

She waited outside her stall, and when Sara finally came out, she pounced. 

“What is this surprise you got going?” she asked Sara.  

“Pardon?” 

“Eddie said you have a surprise for Meryl.” 

“He did? This is the first time I’ve heard this. Where is he anyway?” 

“Stop playing around Sara. I have been worried all afternoon. He turned off his phone I called to check on and when I tried get a hold of you, you didn't pick up at all! 

“I was busy.” 

“Planning?” 

“No,” Sara exclaimed in frustration, “I don’t have a plan.” 

Gillian was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Oh, God,” she sighed. 

“Don’t worry. He’s a smart kid. He’ll get here,” said Sara trying to reassure her sister. In fit desperation she took out her iPhone and texted Eddie. 

Eddie, where are you? Your mother is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. 

To the surprise of both women a response came through. 

Almost there, the text read.  

The two women looked at each other and Sara noticed that suspicion returned to Gillian's face.  

“I swear I have no idea what the hell is going here. But he says he okay now let’s get out here.” 

The two women exited the bathroom and were greeted to the site of a camera to crew forming a perimeter around Meryl.  

“Oh, what fresh hell is this?” Sara sighed. 

The sisters marched over the one camera home who was talking to Meryl. 

“What are you people doing here?” Sara demanded 

“No need for that,” Meryl told her fiancée, “These people are with the Successor.” 

“What?” Sara asked flatly. 

“What’s a reality tv crew want with us?” 

In the distance several loud thumps echoed throughout central Los Angels. The dinner guests all looked around wondering if an earthquake was happening, but just as some the guests were starting to panic two massive shadows covered the restaurants outdoor area and the guests looked up to see two improbably buxom bikini clad women looking down at them smiling.  

*** 

     “Hello down there,” Jill called out to the stunned people below here, “I believe you're missing a guest.” 

She kneeled and extended her right arm and placed Eddie onto the floor of the restaurant.  

“Edward!”  his mother exclaimed. 

“Hi, Mom,” the boy exclaimed gleefully, “These two have message for Meryl.” 

Jill set Edward down in front of his befuddled mother.  

“Now can Rita and I have a word with Meryl Hill?” 

A sharp happy scream erupted from a young blonde woman in a teal dress. She motioned to Sara to join her, and her partner did so with some reluctance. Jill focused on jittering woman and her bride to be.  

“Hi, Meryl,” Jill began, “Rita and I heard you’re a big fan the show.” 

Meryl nodded with her smile so wide that it looked like she was about to unhinge her jaw from sheer joy.  

“We just want to congratulate you on your marriage to Sara.” 

“Sorry we didn’t get properly dressed for the occasion,” Rita added. 

“You're both perfect,” Meryl exclaimed.   

The two giantesses chuckled warmly at her response.  

“Regardless,” Jill continued, “You two make a cute couple, and it’s great to meet a fan like you.” 

Merly grabbed Sara closer to her as her eyes welled up with tears. Sara too was starting to be overwhelmed by the situation.  

“How long can you stay?” Meryl blurted out.  

Jill turned to and asked, “What you think?” 

“I think have time for a photo op,” Rita replied before turning and gave him a wry smile to Phill who answered her with a thumbs up.  

Broadcast 

     The two-part season finale of The Successor aired during the final weeks of November and was an immediate sensation. Jill was finally to showcase what Rita saw in her, a humbleness and approachability in contrast to Rita’s cocky and standoffish persona. Having her pose with the two brides to be kissing in the palm of her hand was the icing on the cake.  

Metamorphic Model’s began making deals with airlines, and Resorts to have her pose in ads for them. Interview offers were coming thick and fast from People Magazine to Good Morning America.  

Work on a second season of The Successor began in earnest with Rita Fores hosting once again. The number of candidates for the show had doubled, but much to the frustration of the producers, they weren't interested in meeting Rita. They wanted to meet Jill Suzuki.  

Rita, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier with this development.