Big Hard Girls

by Nikki Crescent

  She left the bathroom, leaving Luke alone in the shower. He knew that he hadn’t picked the best words to verbalize his point, but he didn’t think he’d said anything terribly offensive. He still thought he made a good point: why did she not seem at all disturbed by the fact that she’d sold her dignity? Did she not care about her dignity the way Luke cared about his?

  And did Luke even really care that much about his dignity? He’d already sold most of his, if not all of it, and he was only making a fraction of what Elle was making.

  CHAPTER VII

  Luke kept telling himself that he wasn’t going to track the movie down. He didn’t want to see himself in such a humiliating scenario. At least if he didn’t see himself, he could keep himself convinced that he was unrecognizable and he had nothing to worry about.

  But it was only two days later when the urge to take a quick peek became overwhelming. He still had no idea if he even looked at all like a woman. He never saw himself in the mirror. Even when he went to the bathroom after the shoot was finished, the mirror was all fogged up from Jodie’s shower.

  But Luke knew that video was out there. He knew that he could see how he looked with just a few clicks of the mouse—so how could he resist? He didn’t have to watch the whole video—just a few seconds, to put his mind at ease, to assure himself that he was unrecognizable with nothing to worry about.

  He found the video quickly, linked to Elle’s porn page. It was called, ‘Sissy CD gets fucked by two well-hung shemales.’ Luke took a deep, long breath before clicking on the little thumbnail. His heart stuttered as the image of Elle and Jodie came on his screen. The video took a few seconds to buffer. Then, he walked into the frame, in that little lingerie one-piece and that blonde wig.

  Now, Luke’s heart seemed to stop momentarily. His lips parted and then his heart finally kicked back into life, pounding viciously as if he was just finishing a marathon in a full sprint. Luke didn’t recognize himself, but he wasn’t slapped with the relief he was looking for. The blonde on the screen was convincing—just as convincing as Elle and Jodie. She wasn’t just convincing, but she was beautiful. Her eyes were stunning and her face was cute. Her body was spectacular—but they didn’t do anything to Luke’s body, aside from stuffing it into a tiny piece of lingerie.

  Luke leaned close, to make sure they hadn’t replaced him with an actress or something. But when he strained up close, he could make out his defining features. That was definitely him under that wig and makeup. “Holy shit,” he muttered. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing: he actually looked like a hot chick. Maybe Elle wasn’t insane when she suggested he do cross-dressing scenes. Maybe the producer wasn’t crazy to give him five-grand.

  Luke skimmed through the video in complete awe of himself. He watched himself getting fucked in the ass. And had it not been for the cock spraying cum between his thighs, he would have been convinced he was watching a girl taking it in the ass.

  He got up and walked over to his mirror. He stared at himself for at least ten minutes, leaning closer and closer, taking a good look at his own face. Now, he could see that girl in the reflection. He could see those cute features and that soft appearance. It was always there, but he was just noticing it now.

  And he knew that he could take his feminine appearance to the next level if he really wanted to. He could practise the voice even more, master the high heels, and grow his own hair out for a more realistic look… He could even start taking hormone pills to make his skin softer, and so he could have a bit of a bust. He could spend time in the gym working on his butt, so his curves were more feminine. It would take a few months, but he could get to Elle’s level, and he could make the kind of money Elle was making.

  He pictured himself as a woman, with breasts and wide hips. He smiled, and then his heart stuttered down into his stomach. Why was he smiling? Why was the thought of becoming a woman exciting? The thought of becoming a woman should have been devastating and terrifying. No man should want to become a woman. No man should be happy about the fact they passed as a lady in a porno shoot.

  But those five thousand dollars—surely that meant something. They don’t just go around giving five grand to every guy who puts on a dress and some makeup. Luke went back to the video on his computer. He rubbed his eyes and then he watched it again, this time from start to finish. He was trying his best to watch the video objectively. He really did look like a woman—and it just seemed so crazy!

  It was the next day when he got a message from the porn producer, whose name was still a mystery to Luke. “You up for a shoot later this afternoon? The girl we had lined up just dropped out. Need a replacement ASAP. Let me know quickly.”

  Luke replied quickly. “I’ll be there,” he said. And instead of being nervous about the fact he was going to be on camera for potentially millions of people to see, he was excited to have another chance to become feminized. He couldn’t wait to see which outfit they would put him in, or how they would do his hair. He couldn’t wait to be sexy again. He’d spent the whole previous night reading the comments of his sissy video. ‘I wish I could find a babe like her,’ said one commenter. ‘Oh my God, she’s so beautiful. I want to fuck her so badly,’ said another. Each comment put a bigger smile on Luke’s face.

  Being sexy was fun. It was a nice change from being a nobody. It was a nice change from waking up every morning for a job that was hell and didn’t pay more than enough to cover basic bills. For once in Luke’s life, he found a place where he felt like he fit in, even though that place still filled his gut with butterflies.

  He arrived at the porno house early. His usual makeup artist let him in and brought him to the wardrobe room. She ran her fingers up his freshly shaved legs as he took off his pants. “You shaved this time. Nice,” she said. “You’ve got great legs.” Luke bit down on his tongue in an attempt to hide his smile.

  “Thanks,” he said.

  She searched through the rack and then pulled out a little white dress. It wasn’t until that dress was on Luke’s body that he realized it was the same dress Elle often wore in her videos. “Isn’t this Elle’s dress?” Luke asked, using his female voice to get that little bit of extra practise in before the cameras started rolling.

  “She’s not in today. You’re filling her spot,” the makeup girl said.

  “Oh, I see,” Luke said. He looked down at his body. He looked cute in the dress, though it made him wish that he had an actual bust, and not just some pads stuffed against his chest. As soon as the camera was pointing down his bent over body, the illusion would be ruined. Maybe the audience didn’t care, but he cared.

  He got his makeup done relatively quickly. This time, she gave him a sexy smoky eye look, which made his eyes look sharp and spellbinding. She even put some temporary fake eyelashes on, which enhanced the look, making his eyes appear larger—and he already had fairly large eyes.

  He loved the boots she picked out for him: knee-high shiny leather heeled boots. They were tight to his skin, making his legs sweat a little bit, but the look was worth it. They made his legs look even longer and sexier than they already were.

  “Is she almost ready?” called the familiar voice of the porn producer.

  “Just one more minute,” replied the makeup girl as she went to retrieve that same blonde wig. She got it fit snug on Luke’s head and then she made a few small adjustments. Luke was hoping she would attempt a different style—maybe a braid or something curlier—but he understood that they were on a time limit. He was just happy to have the blonde locks rolling down his shoulders one more time.

  “Okay, we’re all ready,” called out the makeup artist.

  Luke followed her out into the living room. Today, there was only a black couch in the room, and nothing else. The producer looked at Luke for a single second before looking down at his clipboard. “Here’s the plot. You’re sitting here watching TV and then the plumber comes in to tell you he’s done fixing your pipes. You say something like, ‘Now it’s my turn to f
ix your pipe’, and then you fuck for a bit. Your boyfriend will come home while the plumber’s got his cock in your ass. Then they’ll fuck you together. Sound good?”

  Luke felt the colour draining from his face. In all of the feminine excitement, he hadn’t stopped to consider the fact he would be doing a scene with men—men with muscles and body hair. Luke had never been with a man before and the thought of a naked man made his gut turn. He was straight—not gay or even bisexual. But what could he do? There was a whole crew of people now staring at him, expecting him to play along so that they could all make their living. If Luke had a problem with being fucked by a man, he should have said something before agreeing to the shoot, so that he wasn’t wasting everyone’s time. He had to bite his tongue and go through with it.

  His mind was racing so quickly, he didn’t even notice the lights being turned on, and he didn’t hear the producer yelling for the cameraman to roll. He didn’t even hear action. The first thing he heard after being told the plot was a tall man saying, “I’m all done with your pipes, miss. You had a little leak, but that’s fixed now.”

  Luke looked over at the man and immediately felt intimidated. He was almost a foot taller than Luke, with arms as thick as Luke’s legs, and stubble that could strip paint off of furniture.

  Luke’s lips parted, but he struggled to push words out. He couldn’t even remember the words he was told to say. He bit down on his tongue and felt his legs beginning to tremble. And then he remembered. “Now it’s my turn to fix your pipe,” he said in his practised girly voice. He took a step towards the man and caught a whiff of his cologne, which smelled like a mix of sawdust and rye. Luke hesitated, and then reached for the man’s belt. He accidentally brushed the man’s abs, which were pressing through his tight white t-shirt. The abs were hard, like a sheet of metal, but Luke tried not to let that throw him off.

  He tugged the belt away and then he reached for the man’s fly. The man just stood there staring down at Luke’s face, making him feel increasingly intimidated. Luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath before tugging down the man’s pants. And that’s when Luke opened his eyes to see why the man had a career in pornography: his cock was nearly ten inches long, and almost two inches thick. He’d recently shaved away his pubic hair, but there was already an even layer of stubble across his pelvis, just like the harsh stubble on his face.

  Luke didn’t know what to do, so he just stared at it with parted lips. Was it already erect or was it going to get longer and thicker? Was he really expected to take the beast in his ass?

  The man slipped two fingers under Luke’s chin and tilted his head up. Then, he went in for the kiss, rubbing his stubble against Luke’s face. Luke had to strain to kiss back. He tried not to gag as the man gently pressed his tongue through his lips. In that moment, Luke realized he never even asked about pay. He had no idea if he was making two hundred bucks or ten thousand bucks. Hopefully it would be closer to the latter…

  Luke reached down reluctantly. He slipped his fingers around the man’s warm shaft and began to stroke it. He squeezed tight and kept his focus around the man’s tip, knowing that would tease him closer to an orgasm—and this experience wouldn’t end until the man had an orgasm.

  The man pushed Luke back, onto the couch. Then he stepped forward and grabbed Luke’s head with both hands, pulling it in towards his crotch. Luke could see the throbbing veins. The man’s tip was slowly exposing itself as his foreskin pulled back. He was getting bigger. The man pulled Luke’s head even closer. That bulbous tip pressed against Luke’s lips and then ricocheted to the side. Luke couldn’t keep his lips pressed closed forever. There was a camera pointed right at him, and the people watching on the other side of that lens were expecting a blowjob.

  So Luke opened his mouth, and then cock went in. With his eyes closed, he tried to imagine Elle standing in front of him, with her cock in his mouth. He pictured her sweet face and her stunning eyes. He imagined her fingers running through his hair. And with this mental image, he was able to suck the man until he was rock hard. His cock was nearly a foot in length, and now it was destined for Luke’s asshole.

  The man used his impressive strength to lift Luke up and reposition him on the couch so that he was bent over with his asshole at the perfect height. He flipped up the skirt of Luke’s dress and then he ripped Luke’s panties off, tearing them at the hip. Luke’s heart fluttered. The man reached between Luke’s legs and grabbed Luke’s cock. His cock seemed so small in the man’s enormous, muscular hand. He massaged it and then he pulled it back through Luke’s thighs and sucked the tip for a moment. Luke just tried to imagine Elle sucking his tip from behind.

  And then it was game time. The man got his throbbing erection pressed against Luke’s tiny hole. He slapped Luke on the ass and then said, “I hope you don’t spring a leak.” Luke wasn’t sure what it meant, if it even meant anything at all. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then he felt that thick rod pressing into his backside. The muscular man grunted and groaned. Luke could feel that huge cock pressing up against his sternum. It seemed impossible, but somehow the man was managing.

  “Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “Hey!” said another man. “What are you doing with my girlfriend?”

  Luke looked over and saw an equally ripped man standing near the doorway. The camera turned on him as Luke’s heart fluttered down to where the man’s cock was. He’d forgotten about the second man. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, hoping the camera wouldn’t catch it.

  “Hey man, I’m just doing what she asked me to do. There’s enough room for both of us here,” said the plumber. The dialogue was painfully cheesy, but that was the last thing on Luke’s mind. He didn’t even hear the rest of their stupid conversation as his ears began to ring.

  It was only a moment later when the new man was in front of him, with his cock out, expecting a blowjob. So Luke opened wide and another massive cock went into his mouth. The plumber started thrusting, stretching Luke out, massaging his anal walls. The man up front started thrusting, pushing his cock down Luke’s throat. He was little more than a sex doll with a heartbeat. And then the man up front said something that made a glimmer of warmth glow in Luke’s chest. “My God, you’re fucking sexy.”

  Maybe it was just a stupid porno one-liner, but it made Luke remember why he was there. It made him remember why he was being paid tons of money. He was sexy. Thousands—and maybe even millions of people would watch this video and jerk themselves off to the sight of Luke being stuffed. Lots of them would probably even fantasize later about the thought of Luke, wishing they could have him, wishing he was their girlfriend. And it felt good in a strange way. It was nice to be wanted by men—and not just men, but producers, too. Luke was being paid hefty sums of money because he was wanted. And is it so wrong to feel wanted?

  The man behind Luke groaned and then pulled his massive cock out. He slapped it down on Luke’s tailbone and then he began to unload all over Luke’s back. The other man was quick to fill Luke’s tight hole. He started thrusting quickly, pumping Luke as if he was on a mission. Luke strained and groaned and kept the image of Elle in his mind. And it was only a minute later when the cameraman was down on the ground, filming Luke’s incredible cumshot. One of the men picked Luke’s cum off the couch and then wiped it all over his body and face. Luke didn’t mind. He knew that impressive cumshot was part of his draw. At least he had a draw. He wasn’t just another slave clone, mindlessly filling out tedious paperwork day after day.

  The second man came inside of Luke, filling him up deeply. It was a strange feeling, especially once the man stumbled back and the cum started pouring out. The cameraman got up close, documenting the dribbling cum.

  Luke looked back to smile for the camera, and then he noticed a familiar face standing against the wall: Elle had come to watch. She smiled at Luke, and then the producer called out, “Cut!” The two men gave Luke a nice pat on the back.
One of them helped Luke up to his feet. “Good work today,” he said with a smile, before heading off to get changed.

  Elle stepped up. “Look at you,” she said. “What is this, your third shoot this week?”

  “I think so,” Luke said. His legs were still wobbling, and his asshole was sore. He stared into Elle’s beautiful eyes, and he suddenly felt terrible about chewing her out in the shower the other day. “Look—the other day—I didn’t mean—”

  She laughed and put a finger against his lips. “I know,” she said. “I knew it was just a matter of time before you got it. And maybe you still don’t fully get it, but you will—I promise.”

  The producer came up and handed Luke a wad of cash. It was thick and heavy. “How much is this?” he asked.

  “Twelve grand. Isn’t that what we agreed on?”

  “Um, yeah, I guess so,” Luke said. He stared at the amazing wad of money, and then he heard Elle laughing.

  “It’s not all about the money, you know,” she said.

  “I know,” Luke said. “Believe me—I know.” And then he felt that smile overtaking his face. He felt so silly, but he really was starting to get it. It wasn’t about the money and it wasn’t about the sex. It was about feeling sexy and wanted—finally fitting in.

  “I have to say,” Elle said, “I was a bit jealous watching that scene.”

  “Don’t be jealous. My ass is going to be sore for a week,” said Luke.

  “No, not jealous about that—jealous that I wasn’t the one who got to be with you today.”

  “Well maybe you’d like to join me in the shower. You can have me there, as long as you’re gentle. I want to be able to walk tomorrow.”

  “Deal,” she said before cracking a big smile. She reached down and took Luke by the hand.

  THE END