Nigkala Tales Pt. 02: How I Became Nigkala

I also re-read every book I had of her to determine the kind of clothing she would wear when not armored. I made some outfits, like described in the book. I then started adding decorations as described by the book to both armor and clothes. Making jewelry was another thing I needed help with, but with Marvin's connections, it not only looked great, it was even reasonably authentic. While I was making these outfits, I was also making outfits for myself.

The football team had a good season and I topped seven feet. The spring was quite warm, so I often went to the swimming hole topless. That summer, I decided that I wouldn't bother to dress when going to the swimming hole. Sometimes the gang would go from swimming to the local pizza shop. I went with them topless, and later in the nude, and no one batted an eye, not even when I followed a guy into the men's room. I once even followed the sheriff in, and he came out alone and smiling.

Finally, it was senior year. I was on the football team again. I frequently mentioned to the eighteen-year-old players that I was all alone in the girl's locker room. The first time I heard the door open, I hid, so I could pop out in back of whoever came in. I was surprised that three came in. So when I spoke from right behind them, they were very surprised, and then shocked at seeing me nude. "Did you want to see me naked?"

"Uh. Well, we were...."

"It's okay. I was hoping someone would come. But what I really wanted was sex." I then closed on them until my breasts were almost touching the guy in the center. "Any of you man enough for the job?" I then played with my vagina, causing my nipples to grow. As they grew, so did their eyes and dicks. They couldn't move, and then I felt it. My nipple had reached his lips. My aim was true. "Open wide."

He did.

I then drew his head in and told him to lick and suck. I quickly looked to either side and said, "Surely, you two can think of something to do with my other breasts?"

They surrounded me, and leaned in.

"Oh, that feels good." I let them suck and play for two minutes, before I took it to the next level.

Looking in the eyes of the guy in front of me, I said, "I want you in me. Drop your trousers."

It didn't take him long to drop his drawers. I had to spread my legs to lower myself enough to make it easy for him to enter. I could tell he was getting close, so I looked at the others, "You two are next. Drop 'em." I helped the first guy and held him as he came. When he pulled out, I waved everyone over to one of the benches. I then sat on it, and pulled my legs up. "Next!"

With three of them, and their youth, we went for two hours. I finally tossed them out and went back for another shower. I knew we had all missed the bus, but I didn't mind the walk. As it was near sunset, I decided to risk walking home in the nude. As the weeks went by, I had frequent visitors, but I suggested to them that I didn't want to walk home all the time, so only one a day.

I also got some more recruiter interest. The cosplay contest was in about two months, and Albert and I discussed my plans to attend. He invited me to spend the next weekend at his place. I accepted and even brought some outfits to show him, including the armor and weapons. He was amazed, and took many pictures of me. Some were in assorted costumes, but most were nude in sexual poses.

He called the next week to tell me he sent a few of the costume pictures to the publisher, and they liked them. They wanted to know if they could get some professional ones. I said I didn't mind, but they would have to find a way to fit it in between school and work if they wanted it soon. Apparently, they did. That weekend became a photo shoot unlike anything I ever heard of. The photographer especially liked the armor and outfit I planned to wear at the convention. He even managed to get a few of my friends as extras to fill in some background.

When the event happened, my sensei assisted me, removing the cloak that hid my costume and body, revealing Nigkala in the flesh. He later was my opponent, so I could show off my fighting skills. I was even able to use a hanging stage rope to show off my upper body strength by climbing ten feet hand over hand without using my legs. I finished my routine to thunderous applause. Not long after the contestants finished, I was announced the winner. Very early the next morning, I got a call on my phone.

There was a woman on the line. "Hello, my name is Mary, and I work for Sumerian Tales, Albert's publisher. I need to see you before you get to the convention this morning." I said okay and gave her my room number. I showered and was about to get dressed when I heard knocking at my door. Checking the peephole, I saw a woman holding a shrink-wrapped new book with the title of the next book in the Nigkala series, so I let her in.

"Wow, you really do have four."

So I then stuck out my tongue to lick a nipple.

"Oh my. You really are her. I am helping out at a booth here at the convention, and we're going to auction off some copies of the new book. Would you be willing to help by wearing the armor again?"

"I had planned to wear a different Nigkala outfit."

"Can I see it?"

I dressed. She stared in shock, so I asked, "What is the problem?"

She showed me the front cover of the book and I saw myself in that very outfit. She then turned it over to reveal the back cover. It was a picture of me in my armor from yesterday.

"This is a better outfit. Having a living front cover will be much better. Sexier, too." She then licked her lips.

We delayed long enough to do my hair up like the cover, and then I put on the cape and followed her to the booth. When we opened, I took off the cape. I spent the day at the booth letting fans stand with me for pictures, promoting the auction. I got three interviews by the local news. I told them that it was me on the covers, but that I was not aware of the cover until this morning. I had signed up for the contest before the photos were taken. I told them about my blog showing the costume construction.

I was a very hot topic on the net and all sorts of questions arose about how 'real' I was or could be. Others commented on my skill in the fight and how authentic it was. Lastly, was all the commentary about what was on my blog: details showing me making several outfits. I got a lot of compliments, and a fair amount of critique. Several times, the site crashed due to the heavy traffic.

In the weeks following, I made several appearances as Nigkala for the publisher. I realized I loved the attention, and in conversations with Albert and Marvin, I decided to become an actress. But since I needed to learn to act, I asked Marvin to help me find a college near a place that makes movies, that teaches acting, and was willing to give me a scholarship of some sort. I figured my three years on the football team could help. He found one place on the coast that would like to see me and might give me a scholarship, but he warned it was a very liberal campus. It seemed that it was so liberal that it was a unisex campus. They even had several other women on the football team. We came to an agreement, and I went there.

For the rest of the school year, I cut back on sex. I had come to realize that Nigkala's casual sexual morals were not well accepted by today's society. I wasn't going cold turkey, but I would be more discreet. I also started dressing less provocatively, so that I would be better accepted by the public. I graduated without much fanfare, but used the summer to plan out my college life. I located a dojo near campus and even got a part-time job there. The culture shock was less than I expected. The unisex aspect of college life didn't faze me at all. The affluence of the area and the effects on the people was a difference I had to get used to. I took courses in acting and in teaching physical education. At the new dojo, the new sensei and I got along, and we even agreed to some instruction as part of my pay.

It wasn't until we started practice, that I saw how bad the football team was. I decided to help out with my stare and the new skills I was learning in class for being an instructor. The coach tried me in a number of positions before realizing the best place for me: Quarterback. While I wasn't the greatest thrower, I resisted tackles quite well. A single opponent tackling me simply got dragged around the field as I moved. It took two and some coordination to take me down. This gave me more time to throw, and since fewer defenders were covering, I got a very good passing record. The times they defended the pass, usually meant my runners did well. And even a few times, I was the runner. This so improved our game and record, that our home games started to draw significantly larger crowds. The coach also noticed the effect I had on the other players, and how I encouraged and taught them some skills. About halfway into the season, we had a talk, and he told me my actions gave him more time to develop the player's teamwork. He asked if I would like to intern on the coaching staff during the off-season. I agreed.

It didn't take long for the campus to take notice of me. While I had to turn down a lot of dates due to my busy schedule, I found a fair number of girls asking me out. I wound up dating two or three times a month, but as likely a guy as a gal.

One of the things clogging my schedule was all the talks I had with Albert and his publishers about the possibility of making a movie. Eventually, we found a producer willing to consider it, but he was worried about the special effects needed to properly portray Nigkala. The publisher's rep and I met with him and his main body effects guy. While they liked my height, they complained that making a second set of breasts look and act real was costly. Since it was the effects guy making the complaint, I stood and walked over to him and undid my windbreaker, revealing I had four breasts. He didn't believe me, so I then took off my dress and stood nude before him and told him to examine my body. He hesitated, so I grabbed his hands and placed one on an upper breast and one on a lower one. I then told him to compare them. This soon got us both aroused, and everyone stared at my two-inch-long nipples. This convinced them to go ahead.

By the end of that school year, I won second place in the local cosplay competition, our football team had a winning season after several years otherwise, and my sensei awarded me a black belt. Early the next school year, I learned the movie was going to be filming in the summer. Battle training for the movie went faster than expected, since I already knew some weapons and had a very good grounding in fighting. Costuming was another surprise. The team assigned to make my outfits ended up borrowing mine to copy and prep for assorted special effects like squibs and secret holding places to stash small weapons. I also pointed them to my blog showing how I made the outfits. I did get a call from Albert asking how much sex I was willing to do on camera. I said I was okay with lots of sex, but I think it should be justified by the story. I even spent a weekend with him to show him just what I could do with a guy, and since I had a friend come with me, I also showed him what I could do with a gal. I had to do everything twice as he got distracted easily.

That year, the team placed third in our division. No one at school cared that it was the easiest division, because we had never placed since the school founding some thirty years ago. I won the cosplay contest. Filming went pretty smoothly for me as I almost never repeated a mistake, and most of the ones I made, I made in ignorance. Other actors had more problems. When I had a chance to be discreet, I spoke to them and used my stare to give them confidence. One who did notice was a man almost a decade older than me. Filipe Hernandez was a battle extra, but apparently he had pull to get on the closed set for the sex scenes. He became my friend during filming, and later even more than that. Filming ended, and only a few callbacks to reshoot a line or two.

You guessed it. That was my future hubby. Good times.

Post-production went quickly, and the advertising started teasing shortly before my next cosplay contest. I was asked what outfit I planned to wear for the cosplay contest. They never showed my face or breasts, but rather always showed me from the back. I won with an outfit not yet seen in the advertising, but in the film. The next day, all hell broke loose. The new ads not only showed my face, but also the outfit. I had to defend my outfit. Because its creation was all on my blog with dates predating the filming, people eventually accepted my win as legit.

They asked me to be part of the premier, and I got lots of instructions on what to do, what to wear, and so on. They also told me to have two more outfits to wear for the after-parties. I decided to make the first one a modern-day equivalent to Nigkala's usual party outfit. The other, I went for modern classy with hints of Sumerian influence. I also made fake jewelry for them. When they were ready, about a month before the event, I sent pictures. They asked to meet me with the outfits, complete with jewelry, so that weekend I went to the studio. My outfits got praise, but the jewelry did not.

"Your clothes will do fine, but the jewelry won't cut it. What you made is okay for amateurs, but for a premier, you need real fake jewelry. Mr. Jones, can you examine these?"

Mr. Jones was someone I had never seen before, and he studied my jewelry. "This won't be hard to duplicate, and I am sure I can have all of it done in time." I left the jewelry with him, and enjoyed the day at the studio before going back to school.

The big night came. I made my entrance in my armor as though I stepped right off the screen. The paparazzi went wild. When one of them started really bothering one of the others, I asked him to back off, twice. When he still didn't, I casually grabbed him in one hand and carried him ten feet before dropping him, telling him to be respectful. I then returned to my place. That quickly made the scandal sheet, as he was not a small man. I was just lucky he was wearing something I could hold one-handed. We watched the movie, and I couldn't believe how horny I got watching my own sex scenes. We left out the back, and changed into our first party outfit. My date was my friend, Filipe. We made an entrance at the first party, and some paparazzi got pictures of my vagina as I exited the limo. The dress was designed for flashing. It was also designed to look opaque, but actually be semi-transparent under bright lights. Their cameras used such lights. After another outfit change, we made another entrance at a second party. Fewer paparazzi, but they also got great pictures since this outfit had the same characteristics. The next day, the scandal sheets also had very revealing pictures of me.

At the awards show, I was excited because I was up for best new actress and another award. The movie was also up for two awards. I won the award for stunt work. The film won an award also. The movie made lots of money, so a sequel was assured. I now had a career that was my childhood fantasy.

... Now you know how I molded myself into Nigkala's form, and parlayed that into a career that has spanned decades. Along the way, I made a side career as a fight trainer. I also made a secret second career in acting. You know the actor George Holt? He has played heavies in many smaller movies. He is also me. How, you ask? I used my power that molds my body, to mold my voice as well. I extended its range down, and began going for bit parts as a heavy. My fighting skills meant my action scenes did well. A wig, padding around my chest to hide my breasts, and a good suit made me look like a classic heavy. While my voice was only a tenor, it was a believable male voice. I have released my agent from keeping that secret, so you will soon know the truth of it.

You want to know my biggest secret? I traveled in time to Sumeria. But that is another story...