Chapter #4Giantess themed by: Yote   "The scene we're filming today is giantess themed, so make sure the costume department gives you something cheap this time, since you'll probably be ripping out of it. Anything over twenty bucks and you're paying for it yourself. And I want you dolled up an inch-thick, alright. Really lather that make-up on."
You have no problem with the latter, you think, as you slink away to the make-up trailer, relieved to be out of his presence with yourself intact. For a moment you sit in front of the mirror, staring at the aging "star" reflecting back at you, a middle-aged MILF starting to show the wrinkles of her years, the extra pounds and the sag in her breasts from the pregnancies, and the scars of the plastic surgeries. On days like today you wish you could just peel back the skin to the man you know you are underneath, were it not in direct violation of your contract. Doing such a thing would give Nathan all he needs to make your life worse even than it already is.
Instead, you set to work concealing the face and its blemishes beneath a thick layer of foundation squeezed out of a tube, applying blush in abundance, and painting your lips with glossy, cherry-red lipstick. Perhaps you look like a tramp, but at least you don't have to worry about your son recognizing you like this. Ever since Adam hit puberty you've been terrified of him finding one of your videos online. You know some of his friend's fathers have seen your work, judging by the looks (and indeed offers) that you've received while standing with the other parent's outside the school gates, but you're confident that Adam has no idea for your work consists of. Little do you know he's been spanking it to your videos for months now. He's practically your biggest fan.
After applying the finishing touches to your makeup, you walk to the costume department and swap into costume. Then you head to the set.
The giantess set is the largest in the studio, for obvious reasons. Hundred-foot-high walls circle the entire compound, protecting the innocent eyes of those on the other side. Technicians drag props into position, a lighting engineer hauls a lamp up onto the rig, and Macro MacReady sits in his director's chair, watching the chaos. Not far from him, the shrinking booth has been erected, waiting to blast anybody that stands beneath it - which in a few moment will be you - with size-altering pym radiation.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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