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*This story involves a beautiful young               *
*woman getting breast cancer.                        *
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The Model



Brooke was a beautiful woman who also happened to be a model.  She was
tall, brunette, curvy in all the right places, and had the great asset
of two, natural, perfect, large breasts.  She was used for photo
shoots where larger-breasted women were desired, and had spent five
years displaying her breasts in a variety of swimsuits, bras, and
cleavage-revealing attire.  She had never done nude, but the glimpses
she did offer of her breasts still spurned thousands of men to
masturbatory fits, and built the demand to see her perfect breasts in
full naked glory.

A photographer, John, had become her favorite.  She used him at most
of her shoots for nearly a year, developing a respect for him along
with a bit of a crush.  John was obviously attracted to Brooke, and
after sometime he finally decided to pursue her.  He had been afraid,
as she had been, of turning their relationship romantic.  But finally
the want was more important than the risk, and things started to pick
up.  For some reason, though Brooke always stopped their evenings
short of sex.  She would wear incredibly sexy outfits, showing off her
breasts and legs, but never let her new beau touch.  Naturally this
frustrated John.  Even on special occasions, like valentine's Day,
Brooke would tell him that she wasn't ready for them to sleep
together.  As consolation, she did agree to strip down to her panties
in dim light.

Because of her new found enjoyment of nudity, Brooke finally agreed to
do nudes.  John was happy to shoot the pictures, and Brooke became
more and more comfortable with displaying her body. in fact, she
overworked John by making him take an endless series of nude shots,
primarily of her breasts.  John was still confused about the lack of
sex, however.  After every shoot, he would try to seduce her, or to at
least touch her breasts.  Brooke refused.  And so the situation went
on for two months.  John's patience was growing thin, and a new photo
shoot of Brooke in revealing clothing was not going to help matters...



Brooke found herself in a rhythm as John snapped the pictures.  She
had been modeling for some time now, and felt totally comfortable with
her photographer.  The music helped get her in a groove, and she went
from sexy pose to sexy pose with grace and intensity.

"Ok, baby, let's get you into outfit number two."

Outfit number two was a sexy black, see-through bra with glimmering
white shorts.  At one time, Brooke would have balked at wearing the
bra, because it would clearly reveal her nipples.  But now she enjoyed
displaying her body, even if it was more of a tease still than full
nudity.  Brooke went to the changing room and slipped into the outfit
quickly.  She was back out in front of the camera in no time.

John snapped a few pictures with Brooke wearing a camouflage jacket,
then told her open the covering.  Brooke's breasts popped into view,
full and firm and exposing a nice vision of her nipples.  They were
slightly hard, but Brooke didn't mind.  She knew John was already hard
from seeing her.

"Beautiful.:  john said.  "Ok, turn to your right and give me a sexy
look."

Brooke obeyed, and smiled deliciously for the camera.

"Hold on a sec, babe."  John held the camera down and stepped over the
beautiful brunette.  "The bra isn't resting quite right in one spot."
He reached her and outstretched his hand toward the side of her left
breast.  He can caught a slight protrusion in the bra at the sideways
angle she presented.

"Is that the best excuse you can come up with for touching my
breasts?"  Brooke asked playfully.  John smiled back a her, and pushed
against the bump in the bra.  It didn't change.  John looked more
closely, and realized it was not an imperfection in the material.
There was a bump in Brooke's skin.

"What the?"  John asked, and pushed.

"What is it?"  Brooke asked, still thinking he was playing, "Do you
need to rub my breasts for awhile to find out?"  John did exactly
that. he cupped his palm against the breast, and the spot.

"Brooke..." he said, his face growing concerned.

"What?"

"Did you know there's a lump in your breast?"

"What!?  Where?"

John took her hand and placed it on the lump.  Brooke rubbed a few
times, then shook her head.

"That's the bra, not the breast." she said. her voice had grown cold.

"Brooke..."

"It's not my breast!  There's no lump in my breast!  " She yelled.

"Brooke..."  But she had pulled away, still rubbing the spot.

"It's the bra... the bra..."

"Brooke, you have a lump in your breast.  You need to get it looked
at."

"no!"

"Brooke, take off your bra." he half-expected a witty reply -- a joke
about wanting to see her naked.  Brooke said no such thing, instead,
she began to cry.  John looked up to her, and unclasped the bra . She
sat Brooke down on the floor, and removed the black garment from her,
revealing her breasts.  Brooke immediately covered the questionable
spot with her fingers.

"Let me see."  John said.

"Brooke was crying too hard to answer.  She didn't move her hand, but
allowed John to pry it from her breast.  John placed his hand back on
the spot and rubbed. he felt what he could still clearly see:  a
curved mass on her breast.  A lump.

"I have breast cancer."  Brooke sobbed.

"You knew about this?"  John asked.

Brooke nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't think you'd want to be with me if you knew."

"What have the doctors said?"

"I haven't been to one."

"What???"

"I haven't seen one."

"then how do you know it's breast cancer?"

"I just know."

"how long ago did you find the lump in your breast."

"Two months ago."

"Brooke, oh my god!  You've known about this lump for two months?"

"I figured it would go away at first."

"But it didn't did it?  It just got bigger!"

"Yes."

"Brooke, you have to go to the hospital!"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because it's my breast!  The doctors will want to cut it off!  I
can't lose my breast!

"Is this why you wont have sex with me?"

"Yes.  I knew you wanted to fuck me, and fuck my breasts.  All men
want to touch them, and I knew you'd find the lump."

"Brooke, I'd still want to be with you, even if I had found the lump!"

"Eve if you knew it was breast cancer?"

"Yes!"

"Even if you knew they would remove my breast?"

John hesitated a moment.  The thought of Brooke losing one of her
perfect breasts was anguish to him.  But he responds with a yes.

"We have to get you to the doctor." john said.

Brooke sighed, at looked at her would-be lover.  She looked down at
her naked breasts, and rubbed the lump slightly.  She looked back at
John.  "We can go..." she said softly..  "But, I want you to make love
to me first.  I want you to make love to me before they do anything to
my breast.  Can you do that, John?"

"Brooke.  It's been to months already.  I really don't think we should
wait any longer to have someone look at your lump."

"What's a half an hour going to matter.  John, I know I have cancer in
my breast.  I know it.  I don't need a doctor to tell me what this
lump is.  "

"but you will need a doctor to cure you."

"I know..." broke said softly.  "John, they will want to take my
breast.  When they do that, my body will never be like it is now.  My
career will be over.  I want you to make love to me before that
happens, and...  I want to finish the shoot."

"what?"

"I want as many photographs of my body taken as possible.  I want to
be able to look back at what I was.  I want you to take nude photos of
me, of my breasts, and my pussy."

"But Brooke, what about the lump?"

"You can airbrush it out later, or shoot from an angle where you can't
see it.  Give me this John.  One last photo shoot with my breasts.
Then, make love to me."

John nodded slowly.  Though his heart ached with the danger Brooke was
in, he knew a few more minutes probably wouldn't change her fate.  He
went back into position.  Brooke put her bra back on and they finished
the shots for the clothes, making sure to select angles that didn't
sow the misshapen portion of her breast.  Then, Broke removed the bra
with John snapping pictures.  Both breasts burst forth, full and free,
and John's cock again grew hard at the sight. yet he had a shooting
pain through his heart. her breasts were so beautiful, but had a
sadness to them.  Her left breast in particular, the one with the
lump.  He could see the shape clearly without the bra.  Brooke had let
it go far too log...  He tended to believe her when she said she knew
it was cancer.

As Brooke posed for him now, she trumped up her sexuality.  She lifted
her hair behind her head, posed in alluring shapes, and played with
her white shorts, suggesting her vaginal area at first and then
eventually stripping the shorts off her and standing only in a pair of
extremely skimpy panties.  John almost forget about the lump in her
breast.  Brooke was sensational. her body was the image every man
wanted. perfect, toned legs.  S wonderful shape to her cunt, formed by
a v shape between her legs and a well trimmed pussy outlined in her
panties.  Brooke herself was letting out all of her appeal.  John
sensed she regretted not having posed nude before when she could have
truly shown off her perfect body.  Now it was perfect except for one
spot.  One sot that was little at first and now had grown noticeable.
The sight of the lump kept catching his eye, reminding him of the
mortality of beauty, and the mortality of life.

Brooke stripped off the shorts and John took picture after picture of
her naked body. indeed, he would please the droves of men who had sent
his woman in skimpy attire but had never seen her nude.  But this
would be it.  Brooke's body would be changed forever in a few days.

Finally, Brooke told John to put the camera down.  She walked over to
the couch, and motioned for John to join her.  When he arrived, she
took him in his arms and began kissing him.  John's body, filled with
lust, overcame his thoughts about he lump. he kissed her back, fully
intending to love her body.  His hands went to her breasts ready to
grope, squeeze, and rub.  And they did as he kissed her passionately.
The his fingers came onto the lump. he pulled his hand away and nearly
broke their kiss, but Brooke put his hand back on the afflicted spot.

"I have no lump.  Make love to me like I don't have cancer."  She
whispered.

John moved his hand on her breast.  He bit his lip as his fingertips
made contact with the lump.  It felt weird to him... taut, and firm,
yet also cold and rubbery.  He felt like he should be able to close
his fingers around the shape, and pull it from her breast.  Brooke
wanted him to make love to her like she didn't have cancer, but he
knew there was no way he could get it out of his mind.  If it wasn't
for the pure beauty of the rest of her breasts, and her perfectly
formed body, then John might not have been able to make love to her at
all.  As it was, his cock was still able to get hard, and the tip
screamed for entry.  If I don't fuck her now, he thought, I'll never
get to fuck her when she's this hot.

Together, the couple sat on the floor.  John started rubbing her
entire breasts, and found himself strangely addicted to the feel of
the lump.  It seemed hard to believe that the spot on her breast was
filled with a diseases that could kill her.  Maybe everyone has to
have an imperfection, eh thought.  Perhaps Brooke had this lump of
cancer in her whole life, and the time for it to bloom was now.

He couldn't stop rubbing the lump.  He couldn't put it out of his
mind.  He wondered what it would feel like against his penis, so he
removed his clothes and climbed atop Brooke.  She was aware he was
moving his penis to her breasts, and she formed a nice wedge for his
cleavage.  But he didn't put it in her cleavage.  John brought the tip
of his cock against Brooke's cancerous lump, and began rubbing the tip
of his cock against the mass.

"Like I don't have cancer."  Brooke reminded him.  "I want it like
there is no lump!"

John didn't answer, but a feeling was overcoming him.  The cancer in
Brooke's breast was arousing him as much as her naked body.  The sheer
power and tragic potential contained in the growth was utterly
captivating.  He moved his shaft over the lump, feeling it's unique
texture along the underside.

"John, why are you humping the cancer?"

"I can't help it!" he breathed...

"Oh, my God, it's turning you on!"  John didn't answer.  "You're happy
that I have breast cancer!"  Again no reply.  He wasn't happy, he was
just obsessed.  The feelings in him were powerful and confused.  He
was despairing that Brooke had the disease, yet fucking a woman that
was potentially dying was completely filling his body with lust.  This
lump, this cancerous lump in her breast, was a mystery and a potential
that filled his mind with haze.

"Get of me, John, get off me!"

But he didn't John kept humping at her breast, rubbing his cock on the
tumor.  He was unable to orgasm with the unusual feeling, so he
quickly moved back down to her cunt and rammed his cock inside her.
Brooke screamed as he felt her push inside.  John humped and humped
her, all while staring at her breast,, and rubbing ht e diseased lump
while he fucked.  Finally he cam, and he moved off to the side.  Both
their bodies were breathing heavily, but John still felt excited.  His
body wanted to continue to explore death through Brooke's breast.

"I can't believe you."  She said.

"Brooke, I'm not happy you might have cancer.  I don't know what's
come over me...

Broke began to cry.  She clutched the lump on her breast, and looked
as though she was about to try to rip it from her.  "I can't believe
this happened to me!"  She screamed.

"Brooke, it will be ok.  We'll get you to a doctor.  He will cure
you."

"No..  No..." broke sobbed.

"Why no?  Many women survive breast cancer, especially if it's caught
early."

"They will have to cut my breast away."  She said.

"You don't know that for sure.  Brooke, it's been two months.  The
lump is big, but neither one of us know how long it can go before the
breast ahs to be removed."

"John..." broke looked up at him. tears streamed from her eyes.
"John, I lied.  I've had the lump for almost a year."

"What?"

"It was so small at first, I thought it was nothing.  When it didn't
go away within a couple of months, I feared it was cancer.  And I got
afraid.  I didn't want to know, john.  I didn't want to go to the
doctor and hear him say, 'You have breast cancer, Brooke.'  And then
tell me they needed to cut off my breast.  So I waited, hoping and
hoping that I was wrong, that it wasn't cancer, and that it would
disappear.  I'm only twenty-five.  I thought I was too young..."

"Brooke, oh God."  Now John was crying.

"Brooke got up, and slipped back on her white shorts.  She also put on
the black, see-through bra.

"Brooke, don't you think you should wear something else to the
doctor?"

"John, I'm not going to the doctor."

"You have to!"

"John, I don't want to lose my breast."

"Nut you'll die if you don't have the lump removed."

"I know."  Brooke ran out the door.  John ran after her, but she had
too great a lead.  As she ran down the hallway and into the parking
lot, John saw men look at Brooke's breasts and smile.  She didn't want
to give up the stares.  She didn't want to give up the adoration and
the affection.  She was in love with her beauty, and unwilling to live
life without it.  She was so incredibly beautiful, and ha been her
whole life, except for now.  Except for that one little imperfection
that was located on the side of her left breast.

As Brooke sped away in her car, John knew he wouldn't see her again.
There was no point in trying to call her, she wasn't going home.  He
went back to his office and looked at his camera.  Inside were the
last pictures of this beauty.  Some clothed, some nude.

Brooke left town, and found a spot where she was able to live
unnoticed.  Every day she woke up, and felt the knot growing in her
breast.  The lump continued to grow.  Men continued to look at her
cleavage, and at the perfect orbal shapes underneath her dresses,
blouses, and sweaters, not knowing that breast cancer was eating them
away.  They continued to fantasize about her, and masturbate to her
image in private, not knowing that her perfect breasts were spoiled by
a cancerous lump.

They didn't know, until Brooke died a few months later.

John released the nude photos.  They were exquisitely beautiful.  The
brunette was radiant in everyone. her body was perfect. perfect except
for one little imperfection.  Everyman who looked at the pictures of
Brooke saw it.  And every woman.  John released the pictures without
retouching them, and only some of them at that.  In each picture,
clearly visible, was the lump in Brooke's breast.  John had released
the pictures in a book about Brooke, and about clinging to vanity
instead of life.

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