To Kansas.
“Kill me, please.” Stacy said to her empty room at that thought. She didn’t know what was wrong! She had nice blond hair, big jugs, good ass… so why couldn’t she get a gig? Hell, she’d even accept charity work, but even they didn’t want her. Was she cursed?
She flumphed down on the ratty couch that was all she could afford. She didn’t even have a good car, but in her neighborhood that was a plus— good cars had a bad habit of vanishing into chop-shops and the cops didn’t give a damn.
Nothing else to do but check her mail.
“Bill, bill, bill, final overdue notice, contract off-” Stacy stared at the letter in her hand. It was another scam. It had to be another scam.
But did she have anything else to lose?
The front was all sparkly, gold lettering with bright symbols scattered around the paper. Someone had spent a lot of money on the envelope.
“The better to get suckers with,” Stacy said. Something for the people who don’t have anything to lose by some money.
She should throw it away. These things always ended with her crying into her pillow. But on the other hand, she was right. What did she have to lose?
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It took her a moment to open the envelope. For some reason the sparkly symbols seemed to pull her eyes towards them and she fumbled with the paper several times before she finally tore the envelope open.
Thank god nobody is here to see me. Hi! I’d like to get a gig even though I’m too stupid to open an envelope.
Stacy shook her head at the thought as she opened up the envelope and pulled out the papers. One looked like the cover letter, so Stacy focused on it first. It had the same sparkly symbols on it, a kind of holographic effect making them seem to float above the writing. On top was the letterhead, the letters printed in an aggressively pink color.
TOM’S TALENT AGENCY!
Underneath that was:
FINDING YOUR TRUE NICHE IN HOLLYWOOD!
Hmph. It’s a scam… Stacy thought. They weren’t exactly unusual in Hollywood. But on the other hand, what else did she have to do. Stacy started to read:
Are you tired of finding that nobody wants you? We’ve determined that you, Stacy, have the potential that we think WE can unlock. Say farewell to stress, worry and having to go to audition after audition only to get a polite letter telling you that you’re not good enough. Why don’t you go with us and make certain that old age and dead-end jobs WON’T take your dreams away from you!
Stacy shivered. It was typical boilerplate, but it was… right. It was telling her just what she’d been thinking. And old age in Hollywood was a lot younger than it was in just about any other job.
Oh, you could go back home and become a waitress or maybe become one of those stay at home ladies who always bores the family with the story about how you almost made it in Hollywood, but why accept that? Why accept sitting around a boring old home when you could BECOME THE ACTRESS YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO BE!
That last was surrounded in sparkles. Stacy shook her head for a moment at the way the sparkles almost seemed to be glowing. They didn’t look at all the way printed material should.
“Maybe they used fluorescent ink?” she murmured. Then Stacy frowned. Who cared what type of ink they used? The fact was they were saying everything she had thought.
Sign this contract of employment and we will ensure that your mind and body will become known among our numerous clients. You’ll be having personalized interviews with them and we can tell you that every one of our other clients has found themselves gainfully and enjoyably employed by our agency! WHY WAIT? START WITH TOM’S TALENT AGENCY TODAY! NO PAYMENT OR FEE REQUIRED!
Stacy nodded at that last. The rule in the business was that if someone wanted money up front, they were planning on scamming you. Agents and talent agencies made their money off what their clients made. Anyone who did otherwise made their money off their clients, rather than what they made and had no interest in trying to help them. Stacy had known friends who had fallen for “agencies” that were nothing more than a rented office and a couple of limos. They were even worse off than she was, having no career and being in debt to their useless agency.
“Well, let’s see what this contract says,” she muttered to herself as she dropped the cover letter and picked up the contract. The paper was heavy, almost like parchment.
“Someone spent a lot of money on printing this.” Stacy knew far more than she wanted to about the costs of printing, having run up everything from business cards to full photo albums of her acting experience. That sort of printing cost a lot of money.
The contract had all sorts of flowery language, with the intricate pink curlicues and symbols running along the writing. Oddly, the symbols were more interesting then the writing and Stacy found her gaze being pulled to them. It was hard to focus on the words.
The words that were suddenly so hard to read.
Hard and boring. Stacy rolled her eyes at the fact that guys always had to say so many big words.
“The singing party agrees to… indemni…fy,” she finished, eyes narrowed in concentration. “The agency for all losses real and imagined.”
Imagined. That was like, not real. Stacy nodded and then looked away from the contract and suddenly her thoughts started moving a lot faster.
“Wow,” she said. “Talk about becoming a Hollywood bimbo!” Stacy shook her head and looked around the room.
She hated bimbos. They always got the job because they were willing to sleep with anyone. Not because they were knowingly bribing the man. No. They were doing it because they’d fuck anything on two legs that had a cock. She’d be in proper clothes for a reading and there would be some bimbo sitting and giggling in a halter-top with her jugs about to bounce out and see the world. And to add insult to injury, she’d be the one who got the job even though she had to be reminded of what her fucking lines were.
Stacy glared at the wall for a moment, breathing heavily.
But she hadn’t reading finished the contract. Stacy started to read again and just like before, the words got harder and harder as she kept going. This time, she didn’t stop reading because it was like, important that she know whether or not she should sign.
But she also found herself getting hot. The room seemed to be getting warmer, and she couldn’t stop thinking of going outside. Going outside where there were hunky men walking around. It was summer and they’d be at the teach in their tight swim shorts, showing off their manly chests and muscled bodies…
And their cocks… Stacy had been to the beach before, but now she closed her eyes, a dreamy expression coming over her face as she imagined them walking along the beach front, women staring at their thick shafts, outlined by the tight fabric of their shorts.
Poor little cocks. All trapped in those nasty shorts. Stacy started to smile. Maybe it would be better if she went to a nude beach. Granted her boobs weren’t the biggest, but she’d be able to see all the big cocks on parade. And if they liked her, they’d come to attention!
She giggled at the image. Now the words on the contract were all like happy pink fizz, just like her thoughts. Fizzy little thoughts all going down the drain as she followed the words. Maybe she’d go out after she read the contract. She’d be able to go to the beach and see the big cocks in their tiny little trunks and maybe just convince a guy to free his cock so she could touch it and kiss it and make it feel…
“All better!” Stacy said. She blinked. Her voice didn’t sound at all like her old voice. It sounded happy and chirpy and… bimboey. Just like that bimbo who got the part had sounded. She’d sounded like she hadn’t had a care in the world, unlike Stacy who’d spent all night obsessing over the script.
The dumb old script. She remembered how the bimbo had walked up and read the words, her big tits bouncing around and her ass looking like it was about to tear her shorts right open because it was so round an full… She’d wiggled her hips for the director and he’d had to put his hands ove
r his crotch.
Poor cock. It probably hated being trapped when their was a bimbo around. No wonder he’d taken her into the back room. She had to suck the poison out!
Stacy laughed aloud at the image. Maybe she’d dress like an Indian princess while she helped drain his big old snake of all of its creamy white venom…
Then she shook her head.
“Focus, dummy!” she scolded herself. She had to like finish the contract and sign it so she could go out and audition!
Stacy looked back down at the contract and started to try and read from where she had left off. Then she lost track and just started from the top.
“The signee agrees to become the most su…suitib…good candidate. Even if it requires body mod…like body changes.”
Body changes! She thought excitedly. That probably meant a boob job or maybe one of those hair jobs to make her blond hair even longer! Stacy could feel herself getting wet at the thought. She’d also need to get nice pink fingernail polish and great big earrings, because guys loved that.
Then there was boring stuff about payment, but an offer to let her manager handle all that crap. Stacy didn’t even bother to try and read it again, because all the words were long and hard to understand.
Then there was a last part for her to read.
So do you want to be the bestest actress around?
“Uh huh!” Stacy agreed, her head bobbing up and down.
Remember, this opportunity will CHANGE YOUR LIFE!
Stacy nodded happily. That’s what she needed. To have her life get changed. Get changed really fast so she could like go places and meet people! Maybe meet people and then fuck them! Like the guys at the beach.
Without hesitating, she grabbed her pen and wrote her name in big sloppy letters across the signature line.
She was gonna be a star!
Chapter II
The moment she finished her signature, the contract started to glow.
“Ohhh…” Stacy said in awe, holding it up in front of her. It was pulsing with cool pink light and stuff, the room seeming to shiver in time to the light’s pulses.
“Thats’ so cool!”
Now the contract was changing, shifting, the words becoming pink swirls before turning into new words. Stacy bounced up and down on her feet as she held the contract.
Now the words read:
ARE YOU READY?
“Yes!” Stacy shouted. “I’m ready!”
And with that, she felt a sudden feeling, like static electricity run over her body. Stacy moaned in delight as she felt her clit and nipples harden. It felt so good like a hunky guy using his body to turn her into a scream sex-starved bimbo! Or maybe some woman on a porno video that made all the guys get hard and wish she was really there so they could fuck her into a cum-covered oblivion!
She felt the feeling grow and suddenly her chest was getting all tight! Stacy ran to the mirror, eyes wide.
Her boobs had always been firm, but here they were starting to change. Stacy started bouncing on the heels of her feet, loving the way her boobs kept getting heavier.
“Boobies for the porn star!” she said happily.
And it wasn’t just her boobies! Stacy’s ass and hips were changing, her pants getting tighter as she felt the sensation grow in intensity. Now her pussy was getting wet and her mind’s eye was full of what everyone would think when they saw her. They’d want to grab her and fuck her brains out and that was perfectly okay! Stacy arched out her chest and suddenly there was the sound of tearing fabric in the room as her boobs defeated the over stretched shirt. She looked at them and then cupped them, moaning as she ran her hands over the masses of tit-flesh. Her nipples were sticking out with dark areolas around them and they were so sensitive that they felt like a pair of clits!
“Oh God….Oh God yes!” Stacy shouted as she felt her boobs overflow her small hands. Then she felt the fabric of her pants start to give way as the front clasp burst and sent the metal bouncing across the room with a ping! God her hips and ass were incredible!
“I’m a fucking porn star!” Stacy shouted out, not caring if anyone heard her. “I’ve got the best boobies evar!” With every happy word, Stacy felt her angry thoughts go running out of her head for the last time. She didn’t even remember what she’d been worried about before that nice Mr. Tom had sent her the contract and let her become so happy. She ran her tongue over her full red lips. She didn’t remember having lips like that, but that was okay. Guys liked girls with big cocksucking lips. That’s how you got contracts!
“Oh…” she moaned as her fingers pushed her panties aside and started exploring her sopping wet pussy. Her muscles must have gotten a workout as well, since they almost sucked her fingers in and she started massaging them, while she brought one meaty tit up to her face with her free hand and started lightly sucking on the nipple.
“Mmmm…” It felt so good! Like it was… Stacy couldn’t remember the big word she’d been trying to use. But it was really good! Reluctantly, Stacy pulled her fingers out of her pussy and used both hands to bring both nipples to her mouth.
She never would have been able to do that before.
“Nope, my boobies were too dinky!” Stacy said to the empty room. For a few seconds, she wondered if she should just bring herself off right now… but then she looked down at the contract.
No. I’ve gotta to to my agen…the people who like me! Stacy nodded to herself and went to get dressed.
But none of her clothes fit. She didn’t bother with a bra and panties. Only some old maid would wear those and they just would get in the way when a guy wanted to fuck her. Soon the floor of the room was littered with discarded clothes as Stacy grabbed them from the closet, growling in annoyance as she tossed them aside.
It wasn’t just that they were mostly too small for her new body. They were also so… dowdy. The sort of stuff that would never attract a guy’s attention.
Never get a guy to fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked.
Finally, Stacy found a skirt that she could get around her hips, her curvy ass barely contained by the skin tight fabric. The skirt itself was so short that any guy behind her could see her ass and pussy if she bent over. It was perfect.
Then she grabbed a T-shirt that had been too big for her a day ago, but now was a struggle to get on. Her boobies pushed it out so far that the bottom edge of the shirt was nearly a foot away from her belly, while the top was stretched out and showed off all of her creamy cleavage.
The only problem was that she didn’t have any good high heels. She grabbed some sandals, but swore that the first chance she got, she’d get a nice pair of high heels, the kind that forced you to walk like you’d just been fucked beyond belief.
Stacy turned and looked at herself in the mirror, running her finger along her full lips. She’d never had lips like that before and she hadn’t even needed to pay a doc to make’em look that wonderful. She lightly sucked on one finger, loving the way it felt as she ran her tongue over it. Then she pulled it out with a sexy popping sound and blew a kiss to the hot babe in the mirror.
Then, Stacy turned to go out the door. It was time to go see Tom!
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Stacy didn’t take her car. The place was on 5th Street, but she wasn’t certain she could drive there. Cars had so many levers and stuff. Stacy wasn’t certain how she’d ever been able to drive. Or other stuff smart guys did. When she passed the table by the door she saw a bunch of bills and frowned at all the big numbers on them.
“I can just get rich and have a guy do that!” she said to herself. A hunky guy. A guy who would fix her bills and fuck her at the same time. That was what Superstar Stacy needed!
Walking out the door, Stacy remembered the contract and her purse, but left everything else behind. As she walked down the street, heading for her destination, Stacy loved the way the guys and some girls stopped and stared at her.
Oh, some didn’t like her.
“Slut,” hissed an old dried up prune as she wa
lked by.
Stacy giggled and turned to face her, hefting her tits. The woman glared at her, but Stacy had already forgotten her, smiling at a guy walking his dog who was staring at her, mouth open so wide his cigarette fell out of his mouth.
“Hey, come here often?” she asked.
“Wow…” was all he said.
“If I come back, wanna take me for a walk?” she asked, running her fingers along the leash. “But you’ll have to leave the other guy at home…”
“Um…” he looked like he was about to faint. “Maybelaterbye!” he said as he took off.
Stacy pouted for a moment, but then brightened up. That was cool and maybe he’d want to fuck her the next time they met. But now Stacy remembered that she had to be at Tom’s place. She had a contract. She was going to be a star! That thought in her mind, she turned and started jogging, ass and tits moving in an erotic counterpoint.
Oddly enough, there were a lot of fender-benders on the way to Tom’s place. Stacy congratulated herself on not driving. If even smart guys were getting into wrecks, what did she think she could do?
Stacy waved at people, happy to be out on the street and showing off her absolutely-fucking-incredible body. After all, publicity helped you become a star, and from all the guys taking pictures of her, she figured everyone was gonna know her name. Maybe Tom would want her to have her pictures appear on a billboard?
“Gonna have to be a big billboard!” she said, compressing her tits up and out with her arms.
One of the guys watching her swallowed his gum.
And finally, Stacy was there. Tom’s Talent Agency had a sign over the door using the same bright pink lettering that just looked soooo hot. It was the kind of agency hot girls went to.
Without hesitation, Stacy opened the door and walked in.
Chapter III
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