This choice: On a drunk-whim she decides instead to get ahold of a porn recruiter on her cel. • Go Back...Chapter #7Gigantic Nichole Enters the Porn Industry by: Eldeecue   "Becky isn't available, Brad isn't around...no frat parties tonight, and I've outgrown my entire toy collection....clearly, it's time to become a porn actress!" Nichole giggled, redepositeing the muscle pills into the bottle and reaching for her cel as she booted up her PC to look for a number she'd seen in her spam folder. Nichole began subsonciously fingering her crotch, rubbing against the near to bursting denim of her jean shorts, all but the waist band already soaked in juices. Her horniness was unbelievable--she felt like she could, if given the opportunity, set teh world record for largest gangbang, thrice over.
Nichole found the ad she was looking for. It was spam, but from a known local porn company in the nearby city, "Lusty Lion Productions". Openeing the "Call for actresses of Talent!" mail, she found the number and called. A vaguely annoyed, gruff man answered with a "Yeah?!"
Nichole explained her aspiration to join his staff, and the man, who then gruffly introduced himself as "Lionel Rutzenmeyer", began to ask her a series of questions, presumably to aid in the filling out of a form of some kind.
"Let's make this quick, kid, I'm kinda in the middle of filmin' one of our new products--so name, age? And are ya black, white, hispanic, what?"
Nichole gave the answers, smirking a bit when he came to the inevitable "Ok, let's get down to 'da business of it: What's'yer measurements? How big are yer tits?"
Nichole paused a moment. "well...they're big, Mr. RutzenMeyer."
"'Big' dun' help me miss, every broad says 'big', or at least thinks they're 'big'--"
"Mine are like watermelons...well, bigger than watermelons, really..."
She heard a chuckle of disbelief. "Oh really, and I suppose you're all natural too?
"Yes."
"You're funny, Nichole...just gimme yer height then--"
Again she hesitated, and guesstimated, "Seven and a half feet. A little over."
There was a pause, and the a laugh. "Hon, that's some funny shit...what next you'll be tellin' me --"
Nichole anticipated the cliche direction of his sentence before he could finish, "And yes, my ass is bigger than a pair of beer kegs...much bigger really. I'm also hourglass figured--"
Laughter. "Yeah....right. Listen, hon I gotta get back to work. I've heard some exaggerations in my time, but this takes the fuckin' cake--"
"Wait!" she stammered, slurring a bit in her drunk state. "I'll show up to wherever you're filming tonight--if I can prove to you that I'm...." she paused, grinning naughtily, "in fact _bigger_ than I say I am...."
"Hon, yr anywhere _near_ as big as the lie yr givin' me, I'll put you in a movie on the spot. Hell, if yr that big, I could make money just filming you walkin out to get yr mail. Sure, 5555, Five Street, Suite 5. Gotta go now, Nicky--just a bit of advice--lyin' _this_ bad ain't helpful in this business, a'ight?"
Dialtone.
Nichole chuckled to herself. "I'll show him! And then some..." Nichole quickly loaded her purse with at least one of every pill bottle, "just in case"(and for plot reasons). Nichole squirmed her way into an oversize tee shirt Brad had left behind, grunting with the effort it took to force it over her monstrous tits, the letters of his football team name cracking to illegible lengths as it stretched, nipples poking out unmistakably and unavoidably. Truth be told, there was no way that it would save from a charge of public indecency; the fleshy bottoms of her boobs bubbled up clearly from the below, and the titflesh she sported bubbled up nearly a solid inch from the distended neck hole; her choice of bottoms was even more risque and demanding. A pair of spandex shorts she'd been given as a joke gift from Becky a year ago, the joke card that accompanied it read "Whether as a pair of shorts, or a parachute, may these serve you well." Nichole's freakishly enormous new rump made them look like a thong, one that would surely rip if she bent over too far. Finishing off her laughably inadequate ensemble wtih a pair of sandals, the soles of which still allowed more than half of her foot to touch the ground, she set off on her journey--her clothes were so hilarious inadequate she may as well have gone naked, she realized, but it was the best she could come up with.
Nichole crammed herself, clown car like, into her SUV, her tits obscure the entire steering wheel and, even with the seat all the way back, forcing the big amazon to hunch down in order to fit. She drove _extremely_ slowly, realizing her still quite drunken state, but the address was not far, and the hour was late, and the part of town Rutzenmeyer gave was bad enough that there was no one else on the road. Nichole parked, and, taking her pill bottle filled purse over her shoulder, got out of the car, albeit only after some frustrated shoving. The apartment building was more like a multi story warehouse, and probably at one point was, but, Nichole made her way up the stairwell to Suite 5. She was randy as ever by now; the lidido increasing side effects of the drugs, in addition to her own anticipation, not to mention the alcohol, haze, had visibly dampened the crotch of her spandex bottom, nearly in it's entirety: all but the waist band remained dry now, and her top's attempt to contain her beachball boobs had gone from absurd to pathetic, the bottom and top edges of her aureoles clearly visible.
Nichole knocked. Loud. A moment, some far off cussing she recognized, and a voice through the door "whaddaya want?"
"It's Nichole, I'm here. I wanna make a porn."
She heard him groan. "Oh Jesus are you serious? Listen, I oughtta--" as he opened the door a crack, she stepped forward and more less forced her way inside, ducking and bit to fit, and squirming a little force her bust, and her hips, width into the threshold. She casually shut the door behind her, looking down at the inevitably stunned director she'd talked to.
"I'm Nichole. I'm very big. I have a giant ass, and my tits are ludicrously enormous," she stated, matter of factly and she lumbered closer to the man, bottoms of her boobs resting partially upon his balding head, and touched a finger to his chin, urging him to look up at her. "I want to make porn. Lots of porn."
The weaselly man blinked a bit, stuttering out "Well....m-m-miss, we're kind of in the middle of three shoots right n--n--now...and ya...need to fill out forms before we can--"
"--You said that if showed up, and was big, I could make a movie." she said, frustration creeping up into her voice. Nichole gently guided the directors entire head between her tits by standing on tiptoe and then swiftly squatting downward, Rutzenmeyer's bald head and his eyes popping up from the almost three feet length of her cleavage chasm with a pressurized, fleshy "phumpff" sound.
There was a pause, and RutzenMeyers eyes blinked rapidly as the shock headlocked by Nichole's chest slowly ebbed. "A video of you _reading a book_ 'd make money, shit, kid..."
"I'm _not_ in the mood _read_, though," Nichole interrupted, voice half sexy/breathy and seductive, and half frustrated.
"Ok ok...I'll free up the jacuzzi room and we'll see what can do, Nicky...I'll have to interrupt the scene we've got rolling in there right now ta'do it, but...I think yr worth it, somehow...right this way..." He led her to a door, the occupants of which, three remarkably gifted men, and one woman who was very petite, in all respects save for her obviously silicone enhanced chest, froze what they were doing, along with the cameraman. At first because of the door being loudly slammed open in the middle of filming a scene, and then at watching a huge amazonic monster of a woman wobbling and grunt her way past the indadequate doorway.
The director nervous muttered, "Anything you wanna do miss, eitehr of these guys, both of these guys...we got three other one on one scenes goin' on if you wann take a look at--"
"Gimme all of em'."
"'scuse me?"
"I wanna have all the your actors. All five guys on me at once or no deal." Nichole shivered a little; hormones, alcohol, all going to work, impatience flaring up into desperation, almost. "The girls can play too, if they want, but....all five of your studs, and I hope they can keep up--"
"--they will, they will!, two minutes we'll get them, just...don't leave, Nichole hon...the man frantically shooed the cameraman off, presumably to yank all of the other male models from their respective sets and onto this one. The two guys and diminutive girl porn actors stared in confusion and fascination at Nichole's enormous, ridiculous body, only the woman managing to mutter a question about what was going on, only to be interrupted by Rutzenmeyer's weaselly voice as he spoke to Nichole. "Why don't you 'freshen' up in the ladies' room while we get everyone together? It's yer...big debut and all..."
The man was now desperately set on getting sellable footage of Nichole's giant bod, no matter what, so it was no surprise that, upon taking him on his offer for a preparatory check, and closing the door behind her, she heard lots of screaming, the words "get them in here! get them in here now!" repeated over and over. Nichole smirked in anticipation, looking at herself in the mirror, and impishly at the pill bottles in her purse...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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