Assistant of Wardrobe: Part 2, On the Set

The heat of the California beach set washed over Amanda immediately. She was still in disbelief that she had actually been physically transformed. Amanda had won the opportunity to be the assistant for the hot male lead in the new season of the unapologetically sexy Bae Watch. Turns out that the role was officially called Assistant of Wardrobe, and entailed being transformed into Tony’s speedo.

The intention was for her to be transformed back into a human at the end of each day of shooting, but Tony refused to go through that process, and insisted that she remain a speedo for the duration of season two. Apparently a clause in her contract allowed this, so the producers capitulated to their star.

So now she was wrapped tightly around Tony’s hips, his comparatively huge cock and balls pressing into her body, stretching it to her limit. Every step he took shifted her entire body like she was getting a massage that was way too hard to be comfortable. She was already regretting not fully reading the contract that kept her trapped like this.

“Tony!” someone called his name. “They’re ready for you on set!”

Amanda’s discomfort instantly got worse as Tony walked off toward the water. His hips and ass shifted inside her, stretching and pinching her in deeply uncomfortable ways. Every step felt like it was going to tear her apart. Her mind was almost immediately overwhelmed and she panicked, the feeling akin to both freefalling without any control and an intense claustrophobia. It felt like an eternity before she was finally able to calm her mind to actually start taking in her surroundings.

As Amanda’s mind focused on the world around her, she was amazed and disheartened to find out that they had only maybe a dozen or so feet from the trailer, the beach still over a thousand yards away. Tony walked with purpose, arrogance, like a man who owned everyone in the vicinity. Members of the crew scattered, scrambling to get out of his way, as he made no effort to go around them. The looks they shot him were both of admiration, awe and the feeling that their very lives depended on his approval. Apparently his arrogant attitude from the transformation trailer was well known. Amanda hadn’t believed the rumors that he was a diva, but now she couldn’t even begin to excuse his behavior.

“Hey!” he shouted at someone he passed by. “That cooling fan better be ready today! Yesterday the mist was hot! If that happens today, you’re so fired!”

“Um, yeah, don’t worry, I got it,” the young female production assistant stammered as she slunk away.

Tony huffed and kept walking, getting closer and closer to the water. They walked past a veritable crowd of people, some of them running around with boom microphones, camera equipment, and various other equipment.

Amanda tried to take it all in, but it was hard for her to focus given the intense discomfort she was being put through with every step. After walking such a distance, it felt like her body was wrapped around the entire surface area of his cock and balls, almost as if there was no amount of genital skin that she wasn’t in contact with.

Finally he stopped walking for a moment, allowing Amanda to take in what was happening. She watched as a woman ran up to Tony. She was wearing a utility belt of sorts packed full of makeup and accessories. She busied herself with Tony’s face, applying makeup quickly but expertly.

“Makeup’s good,” she announced, though not to Tony, but toward the assembled masses back toward the trailers. Without anything more, she walked off, approaching a supermodel thin woman in a bikini nearby.

After only a few steps, a man approached Tony and leaned over, touching Amanda at his hips, carefully inspecting how the transformed woman sat. He moved around Tony, studying every inch of her body. Amanda melted under his gaze. She couldn’t even bring herself to meet his gaze, even though he couldn’t possibly know where she was looking.

Tony didn’t even phased, even though this man was basically staring directly at his cock, balls, and ass. Instead, he simply raised his arms out of way to help the man carry on his inspection without interruption. Despite his harsh, impatient attitude from earlier, Tony seemed unbothered by the delay.

The man pinched Amanda at her waist and pulled on her a bit, changing the way she was situated around his body. After a couple more adjustments like this, the man stepped away, and spoke into a walkie talkie.

“Wardrobe’s good.”

Without anyone else fussing over him, Tony kept walking, further stretching and pulling Amanda into and around his parts.

“This transformed speedo better be better than last season,” Tony muttered to himself as he walked. He stepped up to the base of a wooden lifeguard stand and lifted his foot up to the first rung. Pain shot through Amanda as she was pulled harder than before. As he raised himself up, his muscles tightened underneath her, sending confused sensations through her. On one hand, she did like being in contact with his impressive manhood, but on the other hand, she felt like she was going to be ripped in half.

The short climb up to the seat of the lifeguard stand was agonizing, every extension sending waves of pain through her thin body. Finally, he arrived at the top and turned to sit. Despite the fact that the top of the lifeguard stand was shaded with an umbrella, the metal of the seat was scaldingly hot. Amanda yelped to herself, the burning pain hitting her like a bullet.

Tony swore and jumped to his feet, nearly falling from the top of the stand.

“Oi! This fuckin seat’s on fire! Get a damn bucket of water up here!” Tony shouted. “You’re gonna send me to the fucking hospital!”

There was a scramble of activity below the lifeguard stand, until eventually a couple of people ran over with a bucket of ice water and a towel. They handed the bucket up to Tony, who splashed it down onto the seat before wiping it off with the towel.

“It’s about fucking time!” Tony shouted as he tossed them both back down. He slowly went to sit down, satisfied that it was no longer too hot.

Amanda was pressed under his ass, the whole weight of his body pressing down on her. As he shifted in his seat, her body shifted over and around his most private parts. With the temperature upwards of ninety degrees Tony was starting to sweat, the smell and taste of the salty tang assaulting her senses. She started to lose track of what was happening, the sensations she was experiencing starting to overwhelm her and make it hard to focus on anything.

She became vaguely aware that a scene was getting set up around them as cast and crew started to set up. The scene kicked off with Tony watching over a collection of incredibly attractive men and women spending a day on the private beach. Suddenly, Tony leapt to his feet, the sudden movement jarring Amanda, causing her to silently yelp in her prison. She tried desperately to get a look at what was happening so she could predict and prepare for what was going to happen next. That proved impossible though, as her view from around his waist was extremely limited.

Without warning, Tony lurched into action, spinning around backwards and dropping down the ladder in two quick steps. The sudden, quick movement sent Amanda’s into a whirlwind of activity, pulling and pinching her body while making it impossible to see anything at all.

She begged quietly for it to end, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. As soon as his feet hit the sand, Tony took off in a dead sprint. Amanda couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. Her body was pulled in all directions all at once. As Tony’s thighs flew back and forth, she was pulled even tighter around every inch of him and she became acutely aware that she was cupping his cock and balls.

And of course, with the extra movement came extra heat as Tony’s body burned hotter with the exertion. Even after only a few moments, Amanda was overwhelmed and in pain. She begged for it to be over, but she had no idea how long this was going to take. But then she heard something that sent a shiver through her. Tony slowed his pace as he splashed through the shallow water. Drops of ocean water landed on Amanda, bringing with it a flavor of brine. She would have thrown up if she still had a stomach.

More and more water splashed up onto her as Tony ran deeper and deeper into the dirty water. As the water level rose up to the middle of this thigh, Tony took a jumping dive, fully submerging Amanda under the surface of the water. As the cold water closed in, panic gripped her. Despite the fact that she didn’t need to breathe in this form, she felt like she was drowning.

Meanwhile, Tony’s body kept moving, faster now, working her body further and further onto his genitals. Time started to lose all meaning to her until finally, she emerged from the water. For a moment, she felt a wave of relief wash over her, almost like she was finally allowed out of her predicament. The feeling fled quickly when the realization that she was still a speedo trapped around Tony’s balls.

Now that she was out of the water, she finally got a chance to get a look at what was happening. Tony was dragging a bikini-clad woman out of the deep water toward the beach. She was panicking in the over-the-top way that only Hollywood can provide. Tony dragged her up onto the sand and knelt down next to her.

“Ma’am are you okay?” Tony feigned concern as he leaned over her.

The woman didn’t say anything, but rather wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up, planting a huge kiss on his lips. Even in her current state, Amanda couldn’t help but metaphorically roll her eyes.

“Oh I’m better than fine, baby,” she responded after she pulled away. “You saved my life. Maybe I can… repay you…?”

As she spoke, the woman reached up and grabbed a hold of Tony’s genitals through Amanda. The transformed woman yelped to herself at the sudden pain. The actress’ grip forced her further into Tony’s privates, the intimate violation increasing with the pressure. The taste of ocean and sweat overtook her and she dry heaved inside her mind.

“Ow! What the fuck!” Tony broke character, pulling away from the woman beneath him. “Can you take it easy on the goods? Damn it!”

The actress rolled her eyes and released her grip. Amanda heaved a sigh of relief.

“Oh come on, like I enjoy grabbing onto that nasty thing!” the actress snapped back at him.

“Cut! Reset!” a voice called from nearby and both actors stood up. “Let’s get Jen’s hair dried and go again!”

“Damn it Tony, it’s going to take a half hour to dry my hair, can’t you man up for one fucking scene?” Jen snapped.

“Well don’t tear my balls off then!”

The actors huffed and went their separate ways. An assistant ran up and handed Tony a towel and he started drying himself off as they got ready for the next take. Tony was dried, his hair and makeup were meticulously reset and he climbed back up onto the lifeguard stand.

Then the moment Amanda dreaded came around. Action was called again and Tony once again jumped down to the sand, rushed into the ocean and pulled Jen from the water. This time, Tony grunted through the rough grab and the actors kissed for a protracted period of time. Amanda was violated by Jen’s hand, which ran all over the front of her speedo body, teasing along the edges as if waiting for the opportunity to rip her from Tony’s body.

“Cut! That’s a wrap people, let’s break down for the day!” the director’s voice cut through the air. Tony and Jen pulled away from their otherwise intimate scene and walked off in opposite directions, as if they didn’t just have their hands and lips all over each other.

Tony walked quickly away from the beach, Amanda being worked over his body with each step, the stench of a long day of sweat and ocean water clinging to her in a more intimate way than she thought possible. It felt like she had been a speedo forever, the memory of her life as a woman seemingly fading from her mind. She desperately held onto the hope that Tony had changed his mind and would in fact restore her to human form instead of keeping her like this.

But this hope was dashed as they approached that looked like an RV with Tony’s name emblazoned upon the door. It was his personal trailer, not the one with the transformation machine. He climbed the steps to the front door, further pressing Amanda into his hips and ass.

Amanda’s heart sank, though she still looked forward to being removed from his body, at least that much would make her feel so much better. Tony was barely inside the luxurious camper when she hooked his fingers under Amanda’s hem and practically peeled her off his hips. Even before she was free of his legs, she was hit with a cold breeze, like that of a too-high air conditioner. Without his body heat, she felt like she was going to freeze.

With a sigh, Tony dropped her to the floor unceremoniously and walked off. She heard the sound of a shower starting in the distance. Just a few moments later, before Tony came out of the shower, the door of the trailer opened. Amanda looked over, curious to see who was coming. It was a young woman around her age wearing a headset and carrying a laundry basket with various articles of dirty clothing.

The woman looked around for a moment with a nervous look on her face. Once her eyes landed on Amanda, she practically ran over and scooped her up. She looked down at her with a smile for a moment before bringing Amanda up to her face. With her eyes trained toward the bathroom, where the water was still running, the woman gave Amanda’s body a quick sniff. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the rank smell of the hot actor’s musk.

Amanda nearly vomited in her mind, the thought of this girl getting off on her disgusting state was just too much. But then the water stopped and the girl panicked, dropping Amanda into the basket and running off. Amanda hoped that this girl was taking her to be washed instead of being added to her personal collection…