Here's the third Total Drama x Loud House story! Enjoy!
A Steaming Photo Shoot
In the Loud House, on a warm sunny Saturday late morning, Lincoln Loud woke up with a drool coming from his bottom lip.
The handsome 16-year-old white-haired teen boy stretched his arms to pop the bones, rising from the mattress. He was dressed only in his orange and red boxer shorts, which showed off his lean frame and muscles. He grabbed a white T-shirt and pajama pants to hide his frame.
Lincoln opened the door to head downstairs to get breakfast. It was just him today since his younger sisters and parents were out. His mom had left him a message about where they were.
He had dark rings around his eyes, indicating he was staying up late. Last night, Lincoln sketched as part of his comic issues until around midnight before going to sleep. He woke up at around three, which prompted the teenager to play video games until he was tired.
Lincoln took out the ingredients from the fridge and a pan. He poured butter on the sizzling pan and put chocolate chips on it. He had hidden the last package before any of his sisters could finish them all. He poured himself orange juice; Lincoln sat down on the table to munch on his late breakfast. It was almost noon; he had time to eat breakfast.
The white-haired teenager pondered through his phone, scrolling on the internet to see for the weekend. He was this close to texting his friends when he heard his front door knocking.
Lincoln muttered, "Who would that be?" He went to the door to open the guest.
"Hi, Lincoln!"
The sight of her and her voice made Lincoln's eyes widen. The teenage girl was 16 years old, with long blond hair that was kept with a blue bandana, and light blue eyes. She possesses an hourglass figure that consists of DD-cups and a firm thick ass that makes her pass off as a model. Her outfit consists of a sleeveless brown shirt with a red top placed underneath it that exposes her stomach, a short orange skirt, and a pair of brown high-heeled boots with stars on them. It was Lindsay Mills, Lincoln's classmate at Royal Woods High School.
"Hey, Lindsay. Morning, or should I say late morning," Lincoln joked.
"You just barely got up?" Lindsay asked, seeing his messy white hair, the state of his dress, and the rings under his eyes.
"Yes, and I am eating."
Lindsay stood in his doorway before a frown formed and she placed her hands on her hips. "You weren't playing video games last night, were you?" She asked, giving him a firm look.
The sight of it made Lincoln flinch. "Kinda."
"And how long did you play them?"
"I played from three in the morning to five-thirty. That's only because I was working on my comic issues. I woke up at three and I started playing video games to make me sleep faster. I guess it made me sleep the whole morning."
"What have I told you about working on your art after midnight?" Lindsay said, her mood deepened.
"Sorry, Lindsay, but you see how people like my comics."
"Yes, I know. They're great, but it's, like, not good for you to work overnight and not get a good night's sleep."
"I'll try to remember. What are you doing here?" Lincoln nods his head to get better sleep and questions the gorgeous girl about the purpose of her being in his empty house.
"Don't you remember? You were supposed to go to my house to take pictures of me," Lindsay reminded. Her right foot tapped impatiently.
An arrow shot through inside Lincoln's brain that made him flinch again. He almost forgot he was supposed to help Lindsay take pictures of her for a modeling gig she had applied to.
"Right! Right." Lincoln cried and faced Lindsay. "I am sorry, Lindsay."
"I left you, like, a dozen messages to remind you, but you didn't reply," Lindsay said, upset.
Lincoln looked at his text history to see the missed messages from Lindsay. He didn't see them when he was reading the one sent by his mom.
"Again, I am sorry, Lindsay. I barely saw them," Lincoln added, which didn't sit well for the buxom teenager. "I'll take a quick shower! Just wait here!"
Lincoln quickly ran up the stairs to his head; the buxom teenager heard him slamming the bathroom door and Lincoln's yelp.
"My bad! Nearly slipped!"
The anger Lindsay felt fainted away before uttering giggles.
"Oh, Linky."
Lincoln-freshly dressed-joined Lindsay, and the two head back to her pink Volkswagen Beetle and drive to her home. The drive wasn't long since Lindsay lived in the same neighborhood as Lincoln.
The two teenagers headed to Lindsay's room on the third floor. Lincoln was setting up the studio lamp lights and placing them at different angles. One that is close to the walk-in closet, the second at the far right wall, and the other in the other direction.
Once he was done setting up the lights, he sat down on the pink mattress to wait for his model. She has been in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes to freshen up.
"The lights are set!" Lincoln called out.
"Ok! I am almost done with my makeup!"
"Take your time please."
"Aww, thanks, sweetie! You're such a good helper!"
Lincoln chuckled bashfully. He sometimes wondered how he had become friends with an awesome girl like Lindsay. The Mills family came from Canada about six weeks ago. Lincoln met the beautiful, dizzy, blonde who had transferred to his high school. Her presence sent the entire male crowd to follow her lustfully due to her generous large breasts, even his male friends felt the effects of her. Lincoln admitted he stared at her at some point but learned to restrain himself out of respect for Lindsay. He didn't like how people claimed her to be just a pretty face; he knew never to judge someone based on appearances. Lincoln had her in some classes and saw her struggle with her work. The white-haired teen offered to help her, which the buxom teenager agreed to. Her work improved, and Lindsay struck a friendship with Lincoln. Lincoln introduces her to his friends, who welcome her. He had to punch Rusty for staring at her chest and constantly hitting on her. Lindsay even liked his family, especially Leni, who she revealed to be a fan of her fashion designs.
He waited for his model to come out of the bathroom to inspect the entire room. It was just like how he would imagine Lola decorating her room when she was a teen: pink. Everything was pink: the walls; the floors; the furniture; and the mattress.
"I hope Lola doesn't get any ideas if she's seen Lindsay's room," Lincoln muttered. Her little sister has a habit of pressuring her parents to go overboard with the ideal version of her bedroom. He kept staring at the room before Lindsay's voice hollered.
"I am ready, Lincoln!"
That was Lincoln's cue to take his camera, which he had brought from home. He double-checked that the memory card was there, the lightning and focal point were set correctly, and the balance was correct.
Lincoln told her he was ready, but the words didn't escape from his mouth as they were left hanging and his eyes widened. Lindsay stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a red hot tube top that pushed her large chest forward, pink short-shorts that stopped in her upper thigh and showed her long supermodel-like legs, and pink tall stilettos. To top it off, she was wearing a pink bandana, blue eye shadow, and shiny pink lipstick.
"Buh, buh, buh," Lincoln mumbled as he stared at what Lindsay was wearing for the photo shoot.
"You like it?" Lindsay asked.
"It's…great!" Lincoln cried. The blush of his face rose as she skipped forward which made her chest bouncy. "You-You look hot!" He flinched before slapping his mouth.
"Thanks, Linky!" Lindsay smiled before leaning against her bed pool with her arms around it. "Start with the photo shoot! And make sure you get it good!"
"Oh, I'm sure I won't miss," Lincoln said. The camera was placed in front of him and take the first photo.
For the next twenty minutes, Lincoln took pictures of the buxom teenager in her room. Lindsay displayed amazing poses for her darling photographer. She used her blessed body to make the photos incredible for the people representing the modeling gig. Lincoln zoomed in to get closer shots. He was drooling at how Lindsay was a prop when being in front of a camera. Lindsay bent her body in any way she could thanks to her years in gymnastics. His fingers ache from the photos he has been taking. Her lovely face staring seductively at the lens and blowing a kiss. Her huge melons shook to add more charms. Her long legs stretched which made Lincoln shake in awe.
Lincoln showed Lindsay the many photos his camera had taken; he saw the look of pride on her face.
"You got my good poses, Lincoln!" Lindsay praises.
"The camera loves you; you were spectacular, Lindsay!" Lincoln grins.
"Aww, you're too sweet, Linky!" The buxom beauty hugs him; her chest pressing against his chest causing him to turn red. His eyes look down to see the short shorts showing off her ample rear. He took a steady breath; his mind asking him to go for it as evident by his right hand that was sliding down from her curvy backside to touch it. Lincoln struggled to stop it; he needed something to distract himself from upsetting Lindsay.
His eyes took him to four picture frames on top of the drawer. Leaning his face close, he saw the frames containing photos of Lindsay. "Are those yours?"
Lindsay turns her head to smile at the frames. "Yeah! These are my bikini shots I modeled back in my home!" She drags Lincoln to get a closer look at each frame.
One photo contains a close-up of Lindsay's face with her eyes closed. The second photo is of herself wearing her red bikini swimsuit with her boots on. The third is Lindsay wearing a sexy version of Peter Pan holding a green present- which was confusing to the Loud teen. The final picture is the one that made his face turn red; it was Lindsay, who was on all fours with one leg up, wearing a pink bra, pink shorts, and pink heels. She was giving the camera half-lidded eyes and her mouth open. The pose and expression were enough to convince Lincoln she was like a model in an adult magazine. But he doesn't want to tell her that.
"Oh, you like this one?" Lindsay said, holding the fourth picture frame. "This one got a lot of likes from the people who took this. They said it's the best one."
'I can see why,' Lincoln thought, crossing his legs to cover the painful boner he was having. He couldn't stop himself staring at the risqué photo. This was something any guy would like to have in their possession. He snaps his eyes shut to not give in to those thoughts he is having.
Lindsay saw her friend closing his eyes and asked in concern, "You ok, Linky?"
"I-I am ok, Lindsay," Lincoln opened his eyes to give a quick grin. Despite being labeled as an airhead, Lindsay could feel he was acting strange from the way his face was red.
She grabbed the side of his face to pull him closer. "Your face is really red."
Lincoln saw her ginormous breast dangerously close to his face. His boner is pulsing from inside his pants. He backed away in fright "Ahh! I am ok! Really!"
"You sure?" Lindsay said, tilting her head which only made Lincoln's body shiver more at her cute innocence.
"Sure! I'm busty-I mean better! I am better!" Lincoln corrected himself before chuckling nervously.
"Ok! I am going to order pizza!" Lindsay smiled. She stepped out of the room and gave Lincoln a glance at her backside.
When she left, Lincoln slapped himself on the head. "Dummy! What the hell was that?! You nearly blew it in front of Lindsay!"
Lincoln wiped the sweat from his forehead; the image of Lindsay's cleavage being close to his face was still there. Who knew taking photos of a hot girl would be this exciting? A hot girl who is the object of affection from the males of Royal Woods High School, and admittedly himself. Still, he doesn't want to betray Lindsay's trust and do something that all guys want to do to her.
Checking out the photos in the drawer, he commented "She does take care of her body. Give it a few years, she's going to turn a lot of heads. God, now I sounded like Rusty."
Lincoln looked at the risqué photo of Lindsay he couldn't help but be drawn to it. The photo was enough to drive the teen wild with heavy thoughts. He felt his boner wasn't dying down. The photo was taunting him to do what guys wanted to when Lindsay entered school. His heartbeat beating fast; his eyes looked at her amazing body. Her chest size, long legs, long blond hair, light blue eyes, and the face she was making.
A hiss escaped from the teen's face. His friend is begging to be released from his pants. Lincoln knew what he had to do.
He took the photo and headed to the restroom. Lincoln glanced at the fourth wall to give the audience a dry look, "Don't give me that. You all knew where this was heading."
The door is closed and locked and the sound of pants falling to the ground.
What did you think? Are you impressed?
