A Real Method Actor - (Futa/F, surprise, female muscle, oversize, weird, cumflation)

“Yeah! Uh huh! Yeah! No! Yeah, I do want that stage set up for Thursday…no, not the Persian Palace set, the Horny Hospital set.”

The clicking footsteps continued through the expanse of dimly lit back of house.

“Yeah! Horny Hospital, Thursday; our slot is from four to nine thirty. Yeah, it’s called Futa Surprise. What? Oh, F-U-T-A. Ok, got it, see you then.”

Another door slammed and the steps skittered before resuming the regular click clack of earlier, the swearing growing louder and more distinct for a second.

The voice returned once more, “Yeah, hi, Don? Yeah, I’ve got a scene we need to film for Muscle Maidens in Estrus. What, estrus? Yeah, it’s like when a dog wants to fuck and stuff, it’s medical. You got a set?”

The sounds of the steps grew louder as the surface changes from the linoleum to something harder and less forgiving.

“Oh, cool, you’ve got a hospital set ready for later this week? Really? Ok then. Yeah, we’ll need an evening slot…what? Oh yeah, sixteen hundred hours? Whatever; anyway, we get it from then onwards, right? The day? Yeah, call it Thursday.”

Charlene felt a bit out of her depth as she clutched the creased paper to her broad chest, looking up at the blocky outline of the Rimshot Studios building. The building seemed to be a featureless expanse of grey blocks apart from a small wooden door on the corner with a photocopy taped to it that said, ‘Stage Door’.

Her huge arm swelled mightily as she reached up to brush a hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind an ear, the swell of her biceps caressing her earlobe as it flexed. She knew that the door would not be easy. They never were these days.

As she walked over to it, she willed the smallness of the thing to a be a trick of perspective, some kind of optical illusion that hid a bigger, more spacious door. It wasn’t. Even six feet of door meant the lintel only came up to her nose. Charlene thought she had quite nice nose. Her opinion of the door however, was falling rapidly.

With a duck of her head, she turned and grasped the handle, gently pushing the door off of the latch and letting it swing open. The corridor inside was simple, but well lit and she could see it went on for some while before turning left and out of site. Clothes straining valiantly, she ducked her head inside and tried to take a step. Her bulging thigh stopped when it his the door jamb, wedged against her other hugely muscled thigh and still determinedly outside of the building.

Charlene backed up and tried again, turning her hips as her shoulders slid through the portal opening. She grimaced as her nipples, proudly erect on her big fake tits, brushed the woodwork, her back pressed against the other side of the door frame. Finally, putting her hand down and sort of side scooting through the door, she got inside and reached back into the open air with one massive arm. She wasn’t going to forget her change of clothes now; not after what she had gone through to get them made.

“You what?!” Karen screamed, “How could you double book them you stupid dicks!?” She threw her arms up in the air in disgust, “What do you mean, ‘it’s not my fault’! It’s not as if I would have double booked them! This is serious Don, this could be the end of Rimshot! Aw, fuck, I guess I’ll have to think of something…”

Her heels click clacked as she turned off the phone and made her way to the production suite and she shuffled papers as she muttered to herself. Spotting a young girl in jeans walking past with a box of wires, she shouted, “Marie! Get me a fucking coffee, get me the script for Muscle Maidens and get the first five girls you see to my office stat.”

Some while later, Karen sat at her desk and pored through the pages, Marie and two other set gophers stood around waiting apprehensively. The silence in the room was tense and all eyes were on Karen, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

“Ok,” she said, sucking her pencil tip speculatively, “we’re going to have to fit in six extra scenes this afternoon, so I want you all sharp. We’ll chop them in half during the edit and get out the two titles with a couple of scenes that will have to go in each to get the running time right. It’s not as if we’ve had had any ‘muscle maidens’ recently… they’re all just strippers with workout clothes… they’ll do for both and they’ll be used to the futas. Keep focused, keep the fucking around in shot and out of the backstage areas, and one more thi-“

There was a quiet k

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