Whatever Happened to Crystal Jones?

Whatever Happened to Crystal Jones?

By Adobeman10




Crystal smiled as the camera flashed yet again, “Beautiful Crystal; keep it up.”  She turned her head and smiled and kept the poses coming.  She squeezed her Large Enhanced E-Cup boobs together as she watched the Camera man smile behind the camera.  Even a professional could not help but drool when she squeezed these puppies together.


Crystal was always known as one of the best ‘unknown’ models in the world.  Anyone could pick her face out; but she was constantly changing her style.  When she started she had blonde and now auburn-she would sometimes go with her natural black style hair-but she was a denier when it came to her heritage.  Half Philipino and half hispanic-she was an exotic beauty that most magazines wanted.  But given her diminutive size 4’10 at her best, she found herself constantly being mistaken for a child instead of an adult of 23 years.  She did her best to try and change and being recognized as an actual adult.


Breast Implants, Butt Implants, Collegen, and she even ‘narrowed’ her eyes more to give her a more ‘exotic’ look.  Now with photoshop and fish eye lens cameras it made her look taller and much more adult than ever before.  She pushed her boobs out for the last take making her all too small swimsuit bust out in the process.  The Cameraman nearly dropped his camera in the process; but Crystal knew what she was doing and she loved the attention she knew she caused.



These photos were going directly back to the states and soon she would be boarding a private plane on a sort of victory tour for her next step in life-the sky was only the limits.


“Ouch,” Crystal said as she finally discarded her high heels on the sandy beach.  Behind her the smoke and fire of the crashed plane scorched the sky behind her.  It was a miracle that she managed to walk away from such a wreckage-others weren't so lucky.  Her dress was torn, her stomach hurt and she had cuts and bruises all over.  But she was alive-thats what mattered most.


She looked around at the island; it was unlike anything she had seen before-She was taking pictures in the south pacific so it could’ve been any number of islands in the area.  She could be the only person on the island for all she knew.  It wasn't a good thought-she had grown up quite wealthy and was unaccustomed to even feeding herself without room service.  This would be quite tough.


She grabbed her chest and her butt and felt the pain that seemed to push out from them.  Had she ruptured her implants?  That would be awful, she was unknown miles from any medical care that could help her.  Fortunately she knew that if her implants did rupture-then the saline inside would discharge through her body and she would expunge it as waste.  She could always get the implants fixed later, but at least her health wouldn't be at risk.  Hopefully she had no internal bleeding and that was the end of it.


She kept walking along the beach for what seemed like hours, and never come across anyone or anything else.  Just undisturbed beach areas-sort of a secluded oasis.  Really nice, but didn't really help her at the moment.


She knew night was coming and she should get to at least some sort of shelter.  She quickly made her way back to the plane area and sat beneath some of the wing.  The fires still burned but had calmed in the main area of the crash.  At the very least she would be ok for one evening-hopefully someone would still be looking for her.


The next morning Crystal woke, she looked around as the plane was now completely extinguished with just faint smoke trails. She saw how far the wreck spread-over most of the beach area with small pieces of metal everywhere.  Oww… she though, she leaned over and looked at her breasts. The formerly very round pert mounds that jutted from her chest were noticeably smaller-like they had reduced in size from an E down to a small D.  She definitely ruptured the implants with the stressful landing and impact.  She bent over to her ass and noticed the significant size reduction as well.  Damn, she thought, this was just one problem added after another.


Her tight red dress was nothing but tatters falling off of her body, without a bra or underwear-she was totally naked with the strands of clothes hanging off of her.  She had to find some sort of clothing to wear; she couldn't wait for a rescue like this.  She tried seeing if there was some sort of clothing in the boxes that survived.  She opened one and found what looked to be books.  Really, a lot of good books would do her in this situation.  She couldn't find any of her clothes, but the plane did have a lot of boxes on it for shipment. / She opened another and found cases and cases of Baby food!  She opened another and found shipments and shipments of toddler and kids clothes./  This must have been meant for a young kids store.  But she was starving and any food would’ve been a welcome sight.  She quickly scarfed down the Banana’s and then Peas, and 5 different brands before she finally felt full.  As a model she had trained herself to avoid all high in content fatty foods and pleasure eatings.  But she had survived a plane crash on an island.  She needed the welcome relief food gave.




She burped loud and rubbed her stomach as it protruded out more than usual.  She had a slight full stomach on her normally flat belly.  She relaxed and fell asleep after the large meal.




She woke up again and it was daylight?  Had she slept through the whole night til the next morning?  She must’ve.  She looked down at her boobs and they had deflated more through the night-she was barely a B-cup now.  Her boobs though large, her nipples were very tiny and they looked much more apt for her current size than the melons that she had before.  Her butt was deflating even more and barely was a shadow of its former self.  But her stomach almost pooched out a bit.  What the fuck, was it the baby food?


She swore to stay off of the food until she was rescued-that oath lasted all of 30 minutes before she was digging into the food again.  She ate nearly twice as much as the day before-at the end of it, she decided to explore a little bit more of the island.  She opened up the kids clothes and shuddered at the petite dresses and frilly lace that they all had on them.  Ugh she shuddered and didn't want to wear them, but it wasn't as if she had a choice.  She reluctantly put them on and was quite saddened to see how well they fit, even worse to see there was a little extra room in them as well.  She then proceeded to walk interior to the jungle, she padded her feet with some of the clothes and was able to see a lot of the island.  She even came across a lagoon-she laughed-she needed a bath not in sea water and her liquid problem was solved.  She quickly discarded her clothes and jumped in the water-oh how refreshing it felt.  The water tingled her all on her insides as well.  It felt soooooo good.  she swallowed as much as she could, then fell asleep sunning herself on the rocks.


The day passed, and Crystal became to feel despondent that she could be here a while.  She had to get more comfortable with a long term plan.  Her hair was long and sweaty and she figured she would be better cutting it off before it got too tangled with spiders and other jungle debris-a fear that she had gained watching a movie one time.  She didn't really have any scissors or anything, but she had a very sharp piece of metal.  She had to get tough she knew.  So she cut the excess ends off and gave herself a /nice little spiky hair-cut./  It could look cute-if she had it styled, but looked like a refugee type of look.  She knew she shouldn't stray too far away from the water or the plane as those were her main sources of rescue and survival right now.




The next morning Crystal woke up and rubbed her chest with her elbow; she quickly woke up when she realized how hard it felt.  She sat up and rubbed her chest with both her hands-her fear was realized.  She was now completely flat chested.  Two little nipples poked out from her chest and she allowed herself a momentary tear.  She had always prided herself on her large enhanced boobs.  She looked down at her once prodigious rear-same results.  Instead of the very curvy butt that threatened seams of pants-she now had a flat bony butt of a teen.  As if it couldn't be worse, her stomach protruded just a bit over her waist like a tiny little pot belly.  She couldn't have eaten that much could she?




Crystal spent the next part of the day putting together a shelter and putting her food together in safe spots.  The dresses fit better than ever without her buxom boobs and bodacious butt.  If no one knew her, she would look every bit the young girl and not the curvy Nicki Minaj type model she spent her years working towards.  This could all be fixed as soon as she got rescued.  If… She got rescued.


Crystal went about her daily routine and made sure she got enough food and water and when all was said and done-she went back to the lagoon to relax.  Something about the tingling and the waters eerie glow that just felt so good and relaxing.  She was falling asleep in the water when she heard the rustling from the woods.  She quickly got up and looked around for her clothes-but couldn't find them anywhere; she panicked and went and hid behind the rocky outcropping.  She was still hiding when she was grabbed from behind, she struggled and panicked-she turned and saw the face of the person-behind a clear tinted yellow plastic suit.  She froze when two other similarly clad in Yellow Suits that clearly marked-radiation-danger came out of the jungle.  What was going on?  She was going to run until her world went black.








Crystal woke up in a clear plastic room, plastic sheeting was all around her.  She had a bed a table and she was wearing this small white dress.  She was confused and agitated.  She was just in the jungle-how did she get here.


“Please be calm,” She heard a voice that was very distorted from someone who was Chinese from the loudspeaker, “You are in a medical treatment center”


“Where am I?” She asked to the ceiling not knowing where the person that addressed her was.


“Haku Research Center,” The response. “We found the wreckage, you had gone down on Teunu Island-Teunu Island was the site of some nuclear testing in the 50’s.  You have mild radiation poisoning-our researchers had to remove you before your condition worsened.”


Crystal started to panic, Nuclear? That was never good, “Am I going to die?”


“No, we got you in time and it has been a half century since the last testing.  There is mild radiation and you will experience some of the effects-but none are long-lasting and you did not experience a high enough stay or dosage.  We will have to treat you for the next couple weeks-it wont be easy, but you should be ok.  What is your name child?”


Crystal looked down at her body, she did look like a small child-no boobs or butt to speak of.  Her diminutive size and youthful features-she couldn't look any more than a child of age 14 or more. (though she realistically looked between 10-12).  She knew she couldn't have anyone recognize her, for the rest of her life she would be identified as the model who looked like a kid.  She knew she had to lie, and fix things later.  “My name is Chien, my parents were on the plane and they didn't make it”  In the back of her mind she knew she sort of looked Chinese and might be able to pass herself off as it-Her parents were long-gone, so technically it wasn't a lie.


“Okay Chien, we will need to start treatment-you will need to cooperate”


Crystal nodded.


The next few hours were somewhat of a blur-All of her caretakers wore radiation suits and she could barely identify one form the other.  The worst was first, She was taken to a room and her hair was shaved off entirely.  She at first protested, but she had to cooperate.  She cried as she saw what was left of her hair fall in strands at her feet. They scrubbed her bald head clean with some chemicals; it burned but she just held in the pain.


Next they took her to this industrial Shower area, and she was covered in chemicals and the hard shower poured into her.  She was in that shower for what had to be like an hour.  They kept mixing the chemicals with the shower water-she would feel burning, then cooling, then burning again.  When it was all done, her skin was just red from the treatment, she had been scoured with chemicals.


The last treatment was this oral wash they did to her mouth-she had to ingest this nasty fluid that tasted horrible-They then scoured her mouth with this laser type of treatments all around her gums.


At the end of it all, she was exhausted-The day was over and she fell right to sleep in her bunk.  Her body had been stressed to the limits-but she was hopefully cleared of all radiation poisioning.


She ended up staying in her bed for about a week straight-she felt too weak to even get up, she was so delirious and tired from the injections and treatments that she couldn't even move.  She was hooked up to catheters and IV’s and various other machines.  It was all a delirious blur.




It could’ve been one week or two; but the day finally came when she felt better; she woke up and was able to stand out of bed.  But when she came to the mirror in the room, she wished she was still in bed and that it was all some sort of terrible nightmare.


Her mouth dropped open, she couldn't even believe what she was looking at in the mirror! / Her skin was no longer a nice brown tan-instead it was white-Ghostly white!  As if all pigmentation had been removed from it!  Her head was as round as a cueball-it shined and her eyebrow less face belied the whole expression of shock.  She looked shorter, even shorter than her 4’10 exaggerated hight of before. / Tears came to her eyes, as she couldn't recognize the girl/woman in front of her.


At that moment a tall chinese man in scrubs entered the room, his English was flawed; but he spoke quite succinctly and to the point.  It was the first person Crystal had seen in weeks that had not been in a radiation suit. “How is the Patient today?”


Crystal turned to the doctor stunned, “What the fuck did you do?!”


The Doctor’s eyebrows arched, “Language child, or you will be disciplined.”


Crystal paused for a moment and  composed herself.  “Sorry”


The Doctor went to Crystal and started doing a physical examination, “Your Radiation poisoning has been treated and you are now in the clear.  Your hair had to be removed for the trace flaking that had rad levels.  It has been scoured, it will not grow back-but there are many other options such as wigs.  Your bones were weakened and may have contracted in density a bit, so you may have lost a few inches of height and mass.  Your skin has been treated and all skin levels of rad have been removed.  The last part is,” And he reached in her mouth and simply plucked out her front tooth.  “the teeth have been weakened and can now be plucked from for the last of radiation treatement.”


Crystals hands went right to her mouth in shock at the ease of which the doctor was able to remove the teeth.  She hesitated and then reached in her mouth and began to pull the other teeth with the same ease and shock.  She panicked and pulled them all out with the ease that she couldn't believe.  She moved her tongue around her gummed mouth- not a trace of teeth remained in her mouth.  “My Teeph” She said with tears flowing down her cheeks.




“Do not worry child, You are alive-and as a ward of the state-you will be taken care of and placed into a home to be raised”  The doctor said quite calmly.


Crystal was then escorted into another area where this large tank of a woman Grabbed her and put her on her back naked on a table.  Crystal tried to protest, but though the woman spoke no English, her intent was clear and she wouldn't be stopped from her task.


Crystals eyes teared up again as she felt the plastic crinkle of diapers placed over her hips. Her hips that had once been encased in the hottest of silk panties now were enclosed in this plastic Crunkly prison.  The woman then stood her up and put over this tight fitting T-shirt.  It was then followed by white knee high socks, black mary jane shoes./  A Auburn red skirt, and Blue blazer. / She then produced a wig and placed it over Crystals head.  Crystal welcomed the feeling of hair on her head again.  Even though it was a Black Bowl cut of hair.  The lady then began to pull out eyebrow pencils and hastily began to do marks on Crystals forehead.  When it was all done, she smiled for the first time and pulled a large mirror over for Crystal to see.




For the second time today, Crystals mouth dropped open-She didn't recognize the person standing before her.  With the pasty white skin-even shorter height and /bowl cut hair-/She looked every bit the Chinese Grade-school child they thought she was.  The buxom curvy model was not even a shadow of what was before her.


She barely had time to absorb her changes, before the large woman took her forcefully by the hand and took her to the office-“Time for new home”


Crystal suddenly realized what that meant, what the doctor had said-A New home?  Ward of the state?  She was going to a Chinese adoption Center!  She would not get to leave and go back to the states! “Wait, Im not a child!  My Name is Crystal Jones! I am an American Supermodel!  This is all a mistake!”


The nurse was deaf to her cries as she was nothing but a whiny child.


“Wait!  Stop!  Im not a Child!  Im not a Child!!”  She screamed as the double doors closed behind her.




EPILOGUE


Crystal/Chien huffed and puffed as she walked down the street to her class.  It had been three years since she was placed in a foster home and enrolled in the Chinese equivalent of third grade.  Many changes had happened-Her hair had never grown back, but she now had two separate wigs she could switch on and off with.  Her once bony body had ballooned up in her stomach, thighs, arms, and face.  With the high starch foods and her inability to eat solid foods-she consoled herself by eating and eating and… eating.  The result on the 4’5 woman was a very chubby looking child.  She was teased for her weight, height, and kids even stole her wig and called her names with the bald head.  It was very tough for this former supermodel who grew up as the popular hot girl in her class-to grow up to an adult only to be forced to start over again in a foreign country as a short chubby child was very difficult.


As she ran down the street and huffing, she saw it out of the corner of her eye at the magazine stand.  She suddenly stopped and trudged over and saw the magazine.  It had been translated to Chinese; but Crystal could read the cover and the boldface type.  “Whatever happened to Crystal Jones?”  with her last photoshoot with her buxom body in the tightest bikini on her flawless toned skin.  Chien could only sit there and just think in stunned silence. How did it come to this…



THE END