“Places, everyone! Places!” Antonia waved her clipboard for emphasis. This was opening night for her first show and she was NOT about to get bad reviews for her revue because some wannabe starlet couldn’t stand in the right place. Jeez, these people only had one job: stand there and look pretty! Why was that so hard? And, as if the starlets were not bad enough, her actual star was missing… “Where’s Farah?” Antonia whirled on her assistant; a properly demure woman named Stacy. “Right after the opening song, we need to raise her up on the dais! Hasn’t she left makeup yet?”
“She’s been out of makeup for about ten minutes now, but she has… a wardrobe malfunction.”
“What?!”
“Half of her… costume,” Stacy swallowed. Poor girl had never really gotten used to being part of a voracious show, but she needed the money and the credit on her resume. A thinly veiled threat or two didn’t hurt either; she was too good to let leave. “Half of her costume ran away. I have Kimberly and Mary tracking her down. Shouldn’t be hard, all things considered. I tried to get Farah to accept a different… ‘costume piece,’ but she felt that the two we had picked for tonight were ‘perfectly balanced’ and she didn’t want to be lopsided on opening night.” Say what you would about the background dancers, but Farah was a professional. At the same time, damn, this was inconvenient…
The casino that the show was a part of had no shortage of deadbeat gamblers who couldn’t or wouldn’t pay their debts to the casino, and Antonia’s show… made use of them. The only issue was with a girl like Farah, who was supposed to strut her stuff on stage with two people stuffed in her chest, you kind of wanted two people who were similar in height and weight (at least if she was going to do more than awkwardly waddle).
“Well, as long as Farah is in place and they bring back that other one in time, I *guess* it will be okay--“
“No! Please! Don’t feed me to her! I don’t wanna be titty fat!” All heads turned as Kimberly and Mary, grinning triumphantly, dragged a naked woman by her plump arms into the backstage area. Just as fate would have it, Farah strode out at the same time from the makeup area towards the dais.
“One of the bouncers let her slip out in exchange for a BJ through the bars...” Mary started to explain over the continued pleas, but Antonia cut her off with a sharp slash of her clipboard.
“Save it for later. Now, get that fat bitch in Farah’s tit and take your places. We’ll talk about a promotion for you two later, too. The show must go on!”
Tags: samesize, breast expansion, breast vore, implied vore, multiple victims, evil
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Story by MasterToymaker |
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Artwork by ZeroHour99 |
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