"Well this is perfect, we got that recorded. Justin can you skip ahead to the injection scene? We can come back and get some other shots."
"No problem, boss!" Justin said with a grin. He pulled out a syringe filled with neon green liquid. He looked over at Dan and Steve and got a thumbs up to start the next scene.
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Emily was shocked.
My breasts had practically jumped out of my shirt, and they're going to keep filming?! Well, I don't want them to think I'm a prude or difficult. Let's just push on
. Justin turned towards the camera and gave a horrible reading of a cringey line: "We have ways of making you talk." With that he pushed the needle into Emily's neck and depressed the syringe. She felt the tip retract into the body and Justin pulled it away satisfied with his acting ability.
"Ok, Justin! We're going to have to get some close up shots of Emily and it'll be easier without you casting a shadow, you can head back to your trailer now." Dan called over. Justin was confused but hadn't been around enough to know if this was right or wrong. He trusted Dan and Steve. He wanted to stay staring at the busty slut in front of him, but didn't want to push his luck with the studio. He stormed off stage disappointed he didn't get to experience what came next.
As the door closed behind Justin, Steve looked over to Dan. He gestured at a small controller on the table, and Dan smiled and nodded his head. Steve picked up the small box and flipped a switch, causing a red light to go on. He turned the first knob as he looked up at Emily.
It was at the very moment Emily made eye contact with Steve, while she jumped, well, as much as she could, having been chained to a chair, as she felt something stir in the front of her pants. Emily heard the humming and realized that she was vibrating. Well not her, her chair was vibrating, which caused her pussy to start gushing again. She inhaled and started to ask what was going on, only to be stymied by the gag in her mouth.
"Ok Em-- we're going to do the main interrogation scene now, try to get really into it. We're going to be moving the cameras around as we go, really just go for it, this is going to be your big scene!" Steve declared as he turned the job up a step. Emily felt the vibrations get stronger. They traveled up her body and she noticed the top of her breasts start to jiggle, imperceptible at first, but as the vibrations went on for longer they had more of an effect on her body. Steve reached down and pressed a button in the controller. He loved this little gizmo, he and Anna had used it on a few casting couch occasions, but this is the first time he could really put it through its paces. Dan saw Steve hit the button out of the corner of his eye, and he sprung into action on his computer, causing one of the cameras to swing in closer to their starlet.
As Steve hit the button, Emily felt another odd sensation. She couldn't see past her tits, but something moved in her pants. She couldn't place it, until she felt a rubbing on her thighs, and she realized the thong that had been given to her was inflating. The increased pressure on her pussy was maddening as the vibrations were now amplified. She felt the pressure on her lips as the underwear expanded to fill every nook and cranny. Her lips were fully encased in whatever was filling the garment and her eyes opened in shock as she felt the growth enter her wet pussy.
Dan zoomed one camera in on Emily's face, watching her twitch under the new device that Steve had brought. Another was centered squarely on her heaving chest and another was level with her tight snatch. The new inflation had forced the suit to balloon out under pressure, causing the young girl to look like she had even fatter pussy lips than she had naturally. Steve grinned at his devious device. The button had started a chemical reaction, wherein a thin hidden tablet was snapped, and once mixed with oxygen would grow exponentially, almost like a spray foam. As it expanded it would fill up all available space and begin to firm up, to a consistency that could be described as firm jell-o or caulk. What this in effect did was to encase Emily's pussy in a warm gel, as well as filling her tight young pussy with the ultimate pleasure device. A foam dildo that filled up every single inch of her canal. Emily couldn't believe the pressure she was feeling as the warmth creeped up her insides and filled her like she'd never been filled before. She was completely crammed full when the vibrations began again. Biting down onto the gag, she was filled with lust. Emily's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the shift below. Her tongue began to peak out the side of her puffed lips, still packed tight with the ball gag. Emily was writhing around in pleasure, but could easily be mistaken for pain if the editing was right.
Dan smirked and leaned over to Steve, "Ready for the next step?" He grinned as he leaned into the microphone, "Ok Emily, we're going to do the effects of the serum now-- you're doing great." Steve flipped the next switch.
Emily couldn't figure out what was going on. Her body was on fire, and every movement felt tied to her arousal. If she shifted forward in her seat, the vibrations became stronger and whatever was in her panties forced itself deeper into her, spreading her lips and filling every centimeter of her pussy. If she tried to lean back, the gag got tighter and it was harder to breathe. She was being kept on the brink of orgasm, and every change was almost enough to throw her over the edge. Suddenly though her haze she felt a new sensation. It felt as if two hands were slowly but forcefully squeezing her sizable breasts. She looked down as best she could and while they didn't LOOK any different, they definitely FELT different. The added pressure on her sensitive breasts was enough to push her into another orgasm. As she shook she felt the zipper on her costume drop lower, showing off more of her pale cleavage. Emily realized that much like the white g-string she was forced to swap into, this bra must also be some sort of prop. The pressure increased on her breasts, as the bra inflated, on camera it looked like her breasts were doing the growing. As the space her breasts were taking up in the cups filled with the chemical solution, her breasts were pushed, both out and up, heaving with her ragged breathing, covered in sweat and drool.
Over the curve of her swollen breasts she could begin to see the darkness of her areola popping into sight. As the constrictions got tighter she felt her right nipple, then the left pop free from the garment. The cool air awash over her thick nipples, Emily was horrified to be displayed to this extent. She wanted to scream and escape, but being gagged and tied to the chair there was nothing she could do. She looked up into the room but it was obfuscated by the lights set up, blinding her, but making sure the cameras could catch every bit of her predicament, nothing was hidden and Emily knew that. Her writhing around only served to bounce her breasts, almost free of their confines. She slammed her eyes shut, hoping the whole ordeal would be over soon.
She felt increased pressure on her breasts, this time the bra felt like it was manipulating her sensitive nipples, Emily let out a guttural, animalistic moan; amazed and at the same time horrified at what the costumes were doing to her. She heard a laugh and her eyes immediately shot open. What she thought was the bra, this time was in fact Steve.
