The Starlet Ch. 03

Anna stood up and extended her hand, "Come on Emily, we have some clothes we were going to use for future costume fittings, we'll definitely have something in your size." Emily took Anna's hand as they started towards the door.

"Ok, Em. Thank you again for signing on, take some time to relax, and we'll jump in next week. Steve said as he sat down behind his desk. He watched the two girls head back towards the elevators, and turned on his monitor. He pulled up the camera software that showed an empty wardrobe room that would soon be occupied by his best employee and his newest starlet.

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Anna and Emily felt the elevator come to a stop at another floor of the building, and Anna strolled out into a dimly lit hallway. They walked over to a room and Anna fished a keycard out of her pocket, the contact beeped green and the door unlocked. Anna walked in and turned on the lights.

"Ok Emily, here's a whole bunch of clothes we can fit you into. Do you have any preferences? It looks like you're what, a small? Or an extra small?" Anna said while eyeing Emily's chest through a row of clothes.

Emily was nervous and still a little buzzed from the champagne, but she felt that she could trust Anna. "Anna there's something you need to know." She said as she walked around the garment rack. "In order to cast me in most of these shows, they've had to do a lot to keep me looking... younger than I really am."

Steve had called Anna into his office the minute he found the casting photos, and having acted through high school, Anna was very convincingly able to feign surprise when Emily said this. "What do you mean, Emily? You look pretty young-- you're not going to tell me you're secretly 50 are you?!" She said with a laugh.

Emily was thrilled that the tension was broken, "No, but my body is a much different size than you realize" With that she took the hem of her wet shirt and pulled it over the top of her head. As the shirt was covering Emily's face, Anna turned and flashed a thumbs up at the camera in the corner of the room, knowing that Steve was watching and recording the entire show.

As she turned back around, Anna thought she knew what to expect, but was still shocked when she saw how much titflesh was being contained by the bandage wrap. Like a sexy mummy on halloween, there were bulges where Emily's tits were busting out of the seams. As Emily unclipped the wrap and started to remove it, Anna couldn't help but stare as Emily's breasts looked like they were inflating. Each time she unwrapped a layer, they seemed to get bigger, more pronounced and more perky. Finally she dropped the wrap. Emily was standing there in her two bras, and began to take off the sports bra. Anna was shocked at how deeply the straps cut into Emily's shoulders. The girl must be in constant pain. She thought as she watched the breasts inflate up another size. Finally Emily was left standing in just her bra, albeit a very large one, and short pink skirt. Her massive melons towered over the rest of her body protruding out almost a foot from her collarbone. Anna looked and saw some champagne discoloration around the cups.

"It looks like that's stained too. Take it off, I'm sure I can find something in your size in the wardrobe closet. What size bra do you wear?" Anna said as she turned around and bent over to look in a trunk marked 'Lingerie.'

"I'm a Triple D." Emily replied as she unhooked her bra, still facing the security camera in the corner of the room. Anna pulled a thin black garment from the trunk and turned to see a topless Emily with her full breasts practically covering the entirety of her ribcage down to her belly button. "Here try this on-- it's a little more revealing than what you normally wear, but hey, you're not a child actress anymore, you're a grown ass woman with huge titties!" Anna said with a huge grin as Emily giggled.

Emily reached out to take the thin fabric and felt her tits swing beneath her. She glanced down, a touch embarrassed, and looked back up at Anna.

"To be honest with you," Anna said, "I always had kind of a crush on you growing up. I'm not a lesbian, but I always thought you were the prettiest girl on TV. I used to think about us being friends or sisters, having sleepovers, and painting each others nails. As I got older I started thinking about you and I making out with the same guy, or you bringing a boyfriend home and me hiding in the closet watching you two fuck. I just never thought you'd have such an amazing body."

Emily didn't know what to think, but hearing someone else talk about her body was sending her into overdrive. As she tried to get a handle on the lacy bralette, she could feel her nipples hardening and her cheeks getting flushed. She put on the tight garment and felt the cool air on her nipples, the lacy fabric being pushed and filled by her gigantic breasts.

"Wow, you look great! Come over to the mirror!" Anna said with glee as she motioned to a floor length mirror, conveniently located under the security camera. Emily stared at her body in lingerie she had never seen before. Her nipples were practically poking holes in the bralette, they were so hard. She felt the heat of Anna behind her as she began stroking Emily's arms comfortingly. It also had the effect of smushing Emily's breasts together, creating an even deeper line of cleavage, much to Anna's delight.

"You look amazing, you don't need to pretend to be a little girl anymore, you can be a woman. Look at yourself. A real, empowered, sexy, adult, horny, woman." Anna was whispering into Emily's ear, she felt her hot breath with every word, and could practically feel her lips and tongue on her ear. Emily's head was swimming and she began to turn her own mouth to connect with the plump lips beside her. *RING*

A cell phone's ring broke Emily out of her reverie. Anna's hand dropped to get her phone. She saw it was Steve.

"Em- I have to take this, I'll be right back. Hang out here for a sec." With that Anna walked out into the hallway and closed the door. Emily was left alone with her thoughts and the mirror. Anna's words kept echoing through her head Look at yourself...you're a sexy, horny woman. In the past Emily was not allowed to express herself like this, she would never have dreamed about wearing something so revealing.

She looked up and caught her own gaze in the reflection. Her hair was a bit tousled, and her cheeks were flushed from the wine. As her gaze drifted down she saw a body in front of her she barely recognized.

A blonde girl, with curves brimming to the point of bursting. Her large breasts were barely contained by the black lace bra, she could see her areola peeking out, and her nipples were so hard they were trying to escape. Emily turned to the side and took in the enormity of her profile. She reached her hands down and rubbed her thighs. Without a second thought she took her thumbs to the waist of her skirt and pushed it down off her body, as it dropped into a pile at her feet. Her skirt was packed tightly with her fat ass, and the ratio of her slim waist into her wide hips was maddening. She could just make the thin line of her bright pink g-string out in the valley of her two orbs. Her hand reached behind her and tried, in vain, to grab her own butt. She got a full handful but it was hardly the entire cheek. Bolder, she let go and returned to it with a SLAP.

She felt her butt jiggle beneath her hand. She continued and ran her hands up her toned abs and up to her large breasts. Her head was spinning. As she took the heft of each breast in her hand, and felt their substantial weight, she wondered. Are these even breasts? Boobs? Tits? They don't even look like they match my body. Every time I touch them it practically sets me on fire. Her hands slipped underneath the black lace fabric and came to points at the tips of her breasts. Melons? Titties? Udders? As the last word crossed her mind she involuntarily pinched her nipples. Udders. These fat things are udders. And I want to be milked like a cow and bred by a bull.

A moan escaped her lips, it was low and guttural. As one hand continued molesting her breast, the other snaked down her trim midsection and pulled aside the tight pink fabric encasing her pussy. She began by rubbing her clit, a small nub that gave her so much pleasure. The circles she was making rubbing her lowers were met equally with pinches and pumps on her sensitive nipples. The bra was completely off her chest and being held in place by her chin.

Steve was describing everything he was seeing over the phone to Anna. "Fuck you, I can't believe I'm missing this." She complained as she waited in the hallway.

"I could see it in her eyes, as you called her a sexy woman she was about to kiss you... I wanted to see how far she'd go by herself. It's almost time for you to go back."

Emily drummed on her clit, but it wasn't enough for her. Her fingers began exploring her tight folds. She was wet. Wetter than she ever had gotten before. She slipped one finger into her tight hole. Soon one became two and she began pistoning them inside herself. Faster and faster she wanted to be filled so bad, her body was begging for it. Her mind flashed to the office upstairs. She imagined being pushed down onto the couch, her clothes being ripped off. A man forcing a cock into her already drenched snatch. As her fingers rammed into her faster, she imagined a tongue licking up her body, and over her large breasts. Hands all over her chest pushing her breasts together, so they raised off her body like mountains. A mouth, a woman's mouth, sucking on the ends of her breasts, sucking harder, more pressure, more arousal, biting her. As she thought about the bites on her tits, she rammed her fingers in, and began to cum.

As she orgasmed on the couch in her fantasy, she started to cum standing in front of the mirror. Her fingers kept their motion as her hand groped her tits like a rabid beast, squeezing, pulling, pressing. She couldn't help but notice the sounds in the room, the wet smush everytime her fingers were buried to the hilt in her sopping wet pussy, as well as the alternating high squeaks and low moans coming from her throat. She felt her knees beginning to shake as she orgasmed. Wave after wave crashed down over her, filling her with pleasure. She never took her hand away from her tits or pussy as she pushed her body over the edge in climax.

"Em- are you ok, I thought I heard a yel--" Anna declared as she stood behind Emily. Her eyes shot open and made contact in the mirror with Anna. Pleasure still wracking her body Emily let out one last scream both in pleasure and surprise. Anna walked over to the blonde and sized up the situation. "Wow, it looked like you really needed that. There's a bathroom over there, go in and clean yourself up and I'll pick out an outfit for you... it doesn't seem like you can wear that skirt again." Still in shock, Emily looked down and saw the drenched skirt at her feet, wet with her juices. Shaky, she walked toward the bathroom, hyper aware of the juice running down between her legs, her cheeks clapping against each other with every step. Hell, even post orgasm she felt her breasts wobbling more than they did normally.

Anna watched as she walked across the room. Emily had pussy juice rolling down her legs, and her fat ass was shaking with each step. To top it all off, Anna realized that she could see Emily's gigantic breasts from behind. She was flabbergasted. Tits so big that you can see them from all sides. Holy shit. Literally too busty to hide. Fuck. This girl's body is amazing. She went to one of the garment racks and pulled off an outfit that was casual but new for Emily. She found an XL sports bra with the hopes that Emily would be able to stuff her tits into it, but it was the best she could do.

She sauntered across the room and knocked on the door, it opened a crack and a lithe hand shot out, pulling the hangers into the bathroom. Anna waited in silence as a few minutes later Emily walked out. Tight gray leggings encased her bottom half, which other than showing off her plump butt, didn't look THAT out of the ordinary on an 18 year old girl. The top was a matching gray crop top, that mirrored the sports bra underneath almost exactly. Both garments were filled to the brim with the young girl's sizable endowments. Anna crossed the space between them, and wrapped Emily in a tight hug. "Wow, you look so cute!" She held the girl at arm's length to look at her again, she leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, and in an intimate voice added "Don't worry, girl, we've all been there. Your secret is safe with me." Emily smiled as Anna led her out of the room and back to the elevator.

The elevator came to a halt at the lobby level and Anna walked her out to the car waiting for her. Stan, her driver, was waiting to drive her home. As she sat down in the backseat, Anna dropped a folder onto her lap. One of us will call if anything changes, but otherwise this is the schedule we'll be going with for the next week or so. Take some time to relax, do something for yourself." Anna said with a wink and mischievous grin. Emily smiled back, half happily and half embarrassed. Anna closed the car door and they pulled away. Emily began thinking about her day and how it had gone completely off the rails. Thinking about the changing room brought back all the feelings she had earlier. She looked down and saw her hard nipples poking through the top.

For the first time in her life she was out in public and not wrapped up to the point of being suffocated. She felt every bump in the road as her breasts jiggled. She started to get hot, thinking about her body. She picked up the folder and started to fan herself in the backseat of the car. As she started to cool off, her eyes glanced down, past her large udders, and she saw a dark spot appear on her leggings, and she realized her pussy was dripping like a faucet.