The director saw that he wasn’t changing Liam’s mind. A replacement actor came in as he went away and grabbed a towel to cover himself. It was standard procedure when something happened to the male. They had enough footage for the scene, Liam knew. All the replacement actor would do was climax on camera, shooting his release on Jenna’s belly. A minor transition would separate the two. Without his face on camera, most people wouldn’t even notice that the guy was a different person. Porn was all about the girls.
Liam entered a change room. Through the wall, he heard Jenna’s moans and squeals. That’s all she had to do—look pretty for the cameras and act like a total slut. Actual contract figures were private, but he knew she made hundreds of thousands of dollars. All the top girls did. The market was never saturated with pornography. Liam saw new girls every month, fresh faces who had never considered taking their clothes off on camera before they were flown to California. In six months, most would be making more than him. That’s the way porn was. The girls’ faces were on the movie covers. Their names were everywhere. No one cared about the men.
He heard the door opening behind him.
“I’m not changing my mind, Tom. I’ve said it and I mean it. I’m tired of the girls getting paid more than the guys. The studio needs the men. Talented men. But I’d earn more working as a department store manager.”
“I heard about the commotion on the set,” said a woman’s voice.
Before he turned, he knew the woman wasn’t one of the actresses. They were young and American. The voice belonged to someone from across the ocean, older than any of the cast members.
“Something about wanting more money or you wouldn’t continue.”
When he saw her, the name Nadine sprang into his mind, though her last name escaped him at the moment. She was a big hit in Europe, a young face fifteen years ago with some of the biggest breasts to ever grace the internet. Liam remembered sitting at his family’s computer so long ago, searching for naughty pictures on those adult-filtered search engines that hardly worked as intended. Submitting the phrase “big tits” would result in hundreds of pictures of her. Many private evenings had been spent masturbating to whatever he could find.
The years had not changed her. She looked like all those pictures on the web, a sweet round face surrounded in brown curls. The t-shirt was stretched to the absolute limit over her gigantic chest. A measurement flashed into his mind—36H. He remembered it clearly to this day, for her bra size was something out of pure fiction, a number that couldn’t have been real. Amazingly, her breasts looked like they might’ve been even bigger now.
After retiring from glamour modeling, Nadine had opened a filming studio in the States—Angelrama. Liam was shooting a movie for them today. He had no idea Nadine was actually in town.
“The men have a contract, same as the women,” she said. “It cannot be broken by anyone except me. More money is simply not possible.”
Liam crossed his legs as she came near. “With all due respect, I love my job. I love everything about what I do, except the money. The average actress makes way more than the most famous male star. That isn’t right. We do as much work.”
“There may be a place for you in the homosexual genre,” she said. “That’s getting more popular all the time.”
He couldn’t tell if she was being serious. “No, I’m only talking about straight porn.” Gay stars did make more, he recalled, but that wasn’t something he was interested in. “In fact, I want out. Other studios will pay more for me. That’s final. I’ll be gone after today. Remove me from any future shoots.”
“There is no convincing you otherwise?”
“No.”
“And if I personally saw that you were paid more?”
Now she had his attention. Truthfully, Liam wished to not leave. Other studios would surely pick him up, he knew, but there’d be a week or two while the transition was made and all the paperwork was filled out. And during that time he wouldn’t be making any money. He had hoped Nadine would see his worth besides being a cock for the actresses to use in their scenes.
Still, he regulated his enthusiasm. “Depends how much.”
Nadine stood opposite, looking down at him. “Well, I’m experimenting with a new genre. The business is always evolving. I have a strong brand now, but maybe not in the near future. Everything is always changing. Do you know that my website has been viewed on all seven continents?”
“Even Antarctica?”
“Yes. Even Antarctica. It’s more popular than ever. You wouldn’t believe the exponential growth, especially for scenes with larger girls. Liam, I would like to extend you an offer for a new contract. Your current one will end after today. I’ll see to it personally. From now on you’ll work directly under me. But there are many requirements to fulfill.”
Liam leaned forward. “And the money?”
“A two-hundred and fifty-thousand-dollar salary, as high as the best girls in the business. And a five-hundred-thousand-dollar signing bonus.”
His eyes widened. “Did you say five hundred?”
“And the two-fifty per year, yes.”
Jesus fuck, Liam thought, picturing the piles of cash in his mind. In only two years’ time that’d be a million bucks! No male adult star made anywhere near that amount of money. Even the top girls didn’t make that much surely. They made out good, but not that good. It was an absurd amount, and he thought her to be joking. But Nadine was completely serious.
After imagining what he could do with that amount of money, Liam found his voice again. “You said something about requirements?”
“Yes. I will tell you now before the paperwork is drawn up. You will have to gain lots of weight for the next several months.”
“So I’ll be in scenes with big girls, while being big myself?”
“Something like that, yes. There is a huge untapped market for it.”
Liam didn’t like it. He went to the gym three times a week to stay in shape. Good-looking men were required in pornography, and suddenly stopping to gain weight would reverse all the hard work he had accomplished over the past few years. Still, there were much worse alternatives. He could stay in the contract for a while, come out a millionaire, and work to get back in shape. It wouldn’t be too difficult. He’d just have to live with being fat between then and now. But the fuck-load of money was worth that.
Finally, he nodded. “Sure, whatever. I’ll gain the weight.”
“And you have to do everything else I tell you to,” Nadine added.
“Sure. For that much money I’d consider doing some gay work. Show me some dicks. I’ll suck ‘em.”
Nadine smiled. “Well, we’ve agreed that isn’t a good fit. This is much better.”
“So, when do I start?”
“Right now. Give me fifteen minutes and we’ll leave.”
Nadine drove him to the other end of town to see a Ms. Blackwood, a doctor with her own private clinic. Nadine explained to him that they were friends and that he had nothing to worry about, though he still felt his heart skip a beat when the woman presented a syringe.
“To accelerate the weight gain,” Ms. Blackwood said. “This will erode whatever metabolism you have, allowing your body to store fat at a greater rate. As a side effect, you will feel drowsier during the day. This is normal. You may sleep for several more hours than you did before.”
Liam winced as the needle pricked his arm. “So, fat and lazy? Man, I can’t wait.”
“And I’m very interested in your weight,” Nadine said. “We will measure it every month. And I want to know your waist size, hip size, and all sorts of things. The transformation itself is of great interest to me.”
Liam rubbed the sore spot where the needle had penetrated his skin. It wasn’t painful at first, but now it felt like someone had thwacked him with the business end of a hammer. A small drop of blood touched his fingers. Ms. Blackwood retrieved an adhesive strip with a cotton ball and covered the tiny wound.
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��So how long does this stuff work anyway?” he asked.
“A week,” Ms. Blackwood said. “I hear Nadine will be administering the shots from now on.”
“I will. I don’t want his metabolism to even think about coming back,” Nadine said.
“Swell,” Liam sighed.
Ms. Blackwood strolled across the small room, opening a drawer. “Let’s get out the tape measure and find out where we start at. Nadine wants a comprehensive report of you.”
Liam had no choice but to comply. He had to take off all his clothes and stand perfectly still. Meanwhile, the doctor measured his chest, waist, and hips. After, he had to stand on a scale and wait for her to balance it.
“One fifty-five and a quarter,” she announced, scribbling the number onto a notepad. “Good. Very good. He’s an excellent male specimen.” She glanced at his crotch.
Liam couldn’t help it. Nadine was a sort of adolescent fantasy, and he couldn’t be within ten feet of her without remembering the old days of looking up naughty photos of her without clothes on. Likewise, Ms. Blackwood wasn’t so bad to look at herself. The clothes hid much of her figure, though he could easily imagine her on one of the porn sets, bending over and squealing like any of the other girls as he fucked her.
“Let’s measure that, too,” Nadine said.
“His manhood?”
“Sure. I like measurements.”
So, Ms. Blackwood brought the tape measure again. Liam had to do little work to achieve a full erection.
“Just under seven inches. Admirable.”
“And natural,” Liam boasted. “I never used any of those stupid pumps or injections.”
“That should do it, I think,” Ms. Blackwood said, jotting more notes down and closing her little notebook. “Anything else, Nadine? It’s always a treat to see you. Looks like you got yourself an obedient slave here.”
Nadine snorted. “He wishes he was my slave.”
Don’t I ever, Liam thought.
“That’ll be all. You have enough injections for a year’s worth, yes?”
“And more if you need it.”
Nadine looked at Liam. “I might. We’ll see. He’s going to be a huge star. He just doesn’t know it yet. He might want to stay big and plump. You never know.”
“Yeah, that’ll be the day,” Liam laughed.
Nadine had a place downtown, not far from the Angelrama main offices. She lived in the penthouse, but Liam wouldn’t be staying there. She had acquired a studio apartment on the seventh floor just for him. It was his for the duration of the contract, a year or more, depending on whether or not he’d stay for longer. Nadine had drawn up the paperwork, and he had signed all the necessary spaces to make it official. So, on the day following the first meeting with Ms. Blackwood, he had brought two suitcases full of luggage and many other personal belongings.
“You will not leave without my permission,” Nadine said, pacing from one end of the apartment to the other, watching the street down below. “Your isolation is part of the contract. No one may come over. Food will be taken care of for you, and you can drop your dirty laundry in this chute.” She pulled a bin out of the wall. The metal contraption rotated outward on a pair of noisy hinges, revealing a long tube to the bottom floor. “Staff will clean them and return them in a timely manner.”
Liam looked around the place. “So, I just stay by myself the whole time? Seems rather lonely.”
“Contract, remember? I pointed everything out to you. This is where you’ll live, and where the videos will be made.”
“Yeah, gotcha.”
Suddenly a smoke alarm went off. Nadine grabbed a stool and rushed over to it. Liam winced as the device gave out one last defiant wail before she switched it off.
“Wonderful.”
“Yeah, it does that,” Nadine said. “If you hear it again, just press the button before the neighbors start complaining. You got it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Well, I’m off. Need to visit the offices today, make sure everything’s running as it should. I want to see the new girls they’ve hired. I always like doing that. Have fun, Liam.”
Then, she was gone.
The thought of making more than a million dollars hadn’t quite hit him yet, and for easy work no less! The contract outlined it all clearly. There’d be videos every week, constant measurements of his size and weight, and a steady increase in calorie intake to help boost the weight gain. He’d be more than two-hundred pounds by the end of the year. That was Nadine’s plan. That seemed like a lot. It took time to gain that much mass, even when eating a lot of food. But, Nadine promised that the injections were supposed to help speed up the process. Ms. Blackwood was an expert in radical body transformations, or something like that.
The studio apartment was smaller than his current place, but roomy without all the walls. It came with a bed and a television, and Liam had brought his computer to keep the days from being completely dull. He unpacked everything from the suitcases, stuffed his clothes into the dresser, and placed the toiletries in the bathroom.
It was all like an extended stay in a cheap hotel, except for several months instead of a week. Nadine seemed like a reasonable woman though, and she’d probably allow him to visit his own place on a regular schedule, or go out and do anything but stay inside all day. He knew she would. He wasn’t a slave.
She came by the next day, with a high definition video camera and a tripod, all expensive stuff. Liam wasn’t even awake when she entered the apartment. She just barged right in, causing him to crack his eyes open and sit up.
“Good afternoon, Liam. Don’t mind me. Just setting up a few things before I head to the office.”
“Afternoon?” He rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”
“Just after one. Those injections really do work. Did you wake up at all last night?”
He shook his head. All Liam remembered was putting his head on the pillow and suddenly Nadine was hauling all sorts of equipment into the apartment. He was still tired, evidenced by a loud yawn.
“We’ll film some stuff later,” she said, putting her sunglasses back on and heading for the door.
“What, like actual sex stuff?”
“Interviews mainly. You may know me for my porn videos, but I have a thing for documentaries, Liam. This is sort of one. I want to record the changes from the very start, get them on video. It’s bound to be popular. I’m curious to see how far you’ll go.”
Liam shrugged. “I’m just putting on weight.”
“Yes, you are.”
When she was gone, Liam settled himself down into the bed. He yawned once more and reached between his legs. Nadine hadn’t seen his erection, and he was glad for it. All of this was supposed to be professional. Yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, the woman that had filled up his internet history and the browser search pages so many years ago. Nadine was one of the reasons Liam had gotten into porn. He wanted to fuck girls like her. His dick had been inside hundreds of actresses, but still that dream had not come true. He wished it would, though doubts still lingered. She was only his boss. Making a move would risk the contract, the money.
Still, the imaginings of her were almost as good as the real thing, and Liam rubbed one out to the thought of her reentering his apartment with little more than a sheer nightgown on, undressing at the edge of the bed, and then coming into his arms, her massive breasts squeezed against his chin. After disposing of the mess, he drifted asleep again. It was so easy to, especially since the skyscrapers outside blocked the sun. All Liam had to do was close his eyes for a half-minute before falling under.
Nadine arrived later that night. Liam had been awakened thirty minutes earlier to turn off the wailing smoke alarm. He mentioned it when the boss lady returned.
“That thing’s broken,” he said.
“Yes, it’s been acting up. But enough of the smoke alarm. Liam, it’s been two days since the injections. Do you feel any different?”
“Well, other
than being—”
“Hold on a second. I want to get this on camera.”
Once everything was set up under a soft light, Nadine instructed Liam to take off his clothes. There were no visible changes of course. Two days was too short of a time period for anything to happen. They sat on the edge of the mattress. Nadine had a cordless microphone and introduced the two of them, speaking in a manner common for an interview.
“Liam, how heavy are you now?”
“One fifty-five, last I checked.”
“And do you feel any different?”
“Other than being a human sloth, no. I’m just really tired all the time.”
“You’ve been sleeping anywhere from fourteen to sixteen hours, is that right?”
“Something like that.” He didn’t remember telling her that information. It was likely that Ms. Blackwood had shared it with her.
“Are you hungry?”
As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. “Well, now that you mention it, yeah.”
“This should help,” she said, presenting him with three slices of chocolate cake. He hadn’t seen her bring them in. “Eat them all for the camera.”
“Yeah, sure.”
It wasn’t a proper meal, but Liam could’ve shoved anything into his mouth at that moment. The chocolate was rich and flavorful, and satisfying in a way that eating food never had been before. It felt like he had gone days without a single bite, though that was nowhere near the truth. Regardless, he did as Nadine requested, eating it all in front of the camera. He began to feel full halfway through the third slice, but she urged him to finish.
After, she cleaned his mouth with her index finger, and he licked that clean too.
“Most of that’s going to your butt, I reckon.”
Liam just played along, laughing, even though he couldn’t think of anyone who would watch this interview. “Oh, I hope not.”
“The measurements will tell the truth.”
The interviews became regular occurrence. Thrice a week, Nadine would stop by in the evening after finishing up at the office, bring along some unhealthy dessert, and force Liam to stuff his face with it while the camera caught it all on tape. It wasn’t just chocolate cake either. Liam ate homemade fudge brownies, deep fried cookies, dozens of glazed donuts, cake filled with ice cream, and dessert pizza with layers of peanut butter and nuts.
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