The Assistant of Wardrobe

“Alright, Amanda is it?” the man sitting behind the plastic folding table asked.

Amanda was over the moon, her attention wandering around her, trying to take it all in. She was on the set of the show ‘Bae Watch,’ a revival of sorts of the popular ‘Baywatch.’ As such, they were less than a hundred yards from the most beautiful private beach in California. The show was, if it was possible, an even less-apologetically sexy beach show than the original. But rather than the protagonists being lifeguards on a public beach, they were hired by a wealthy heiress to protect her private beach, which was always full of her guests, the hottest celebrities from around the world. The main character was the lead lifeguard, played by an actor known only by his first name: Tony. The character had a secret, extremely steamy sexual affair with the heiress and was the ‘Bae’ being watched.

Since Tony was currently the hottest actor in the world, measured both by his meteoric rise to popularity and by his flawless physical appearance. Amanda, like many women and men alike, were stricken by him, and so an open call for his assistant for the filming of season two was announced, the listing promising that she would “be stuck to him like glue” for the duration of the shoot. And with the show being a massive success in the first season, that was likely to be for a long time. The idea of being that close to such a perfect man for that long was an impossible lure to resist. so Amanda applied, figuring she had a snowball’s chance in hell of actually making it. She nearly fainted and orgasmed at the same time when she got the news that she was chosen.

So here she was, standing on the set of ‘Bae Watch: Season Two.’ Amanda was wearing a carefully curated outfit that took an entire day to pick out. It consisted of a sexy, but modest white skort and a teal halter top with just a peek of cleavage. She spent nearly two hours that morning styling her flowing red hair just so and another hour on her makeup. Amanda was never more confident about her appearance.

“Yes! That’s me!” Amanda responded to the production assistant in front of her, failing to keep her excitement totally contained. She hadn't seen Tony yet, but she knew he was here somewhere.

“Alright, sign here,” the bored-sounding man responded, pushing a thick stack of papers across to her. Amanda didn’t hesitate and scribbled her name across the line, being careful not to look down too far to keep her loose hair from falling out of place. As she signed the paperwork, a woman in her mid-forties approached carrying a clipboard.

“Alright, everything’s in order,” the man said as he looked over the papers before handing them to the new woman. “Follow Jill, she’ll take you to meet Tony and complete the transformation.”

“Okay!” Amanda practically screamed, the prospect of meeting Tony overwhelming her attempts to stay cool. But then she stopped, another word breaking through her excitement. “Wait, transformation?”

Both of the others paused and looked at each other and shared a look that deeply worried Amanda, like they were disappointed, but not surprised, by her lack of knowledge.

“She didn’t read the paperwork?” Jill asked the man.

“She didn’t read the paperwork,” he confirmed with a sigh.

“Come on, I’ll explain on the way,” Jill said and started to walk away.

A visibly shaken Amanda followed behind, not sure what was about to happen. The man behind her just shook his head and smiled to himself.

“So um, what’s going on?” Amanda asked Jill, trying to hide how nervous she was all of a sudden. Just before they arrived at what looked like a temporary office at a construction site, but without any windows. “I thought I was going to be Tony’s assistant, like getting his coffee and running scripts to his trailer and stuff?”

“Your official label will be Assistant of Wardrobe,” Jill started, but then stopped and turned to face Amanda, taking her by surprise. She raised a single finger into the girl’s face and put on a stern, don’t-talk-back expression. “Before we go in here, listen to me carefully. You signed up for this, everything that happens from now on is part of your legal obligation. If you back out now or even upset Tony in any way at all, you’ll be on the hook to pay for this entire week of filming, plus a penalty for making us late. You know how much that is?”

“Um… no…” Amanda responded in a tiny voice after it became clear that Jill was going to wait for a response.

“For a production this size, three hundred thousand dollars, can you pay that?”

“No…” Amanda’s eyes went wide. She has almost no money to her name at this point, and she was wearing most of it in the form of her outfit and makeup.

“So remember that. You remember the pay we offered, right? Your grandkids won’t have to work if you do this, but if you back out, the studio will own your grandkids, you understand?”

“Yes…” Amanda’s voice was shaky, Jill’s stern warning genuinely terrified her.

Without another word, Jill stepped up the building and pushed her way inside, Amanda following behind. The sight that greeted her was something out of a sci-fi movie. On the far end of the room was a weird, futuristic array of computer devices and what looked like lasers all focused on a man standing on the platform in the center. Amanda’s breath caught in her throat when she realized that it was Tony, and he was completely nude!

Amanda was so distracted by his body that would both fit into a firefighters’ calendar and next to the statue of David that she didn’t comprehend his annoyed expression. Her gaze especially lingered on the oversized hog hanging between his legs.

“Can we get this over with?” Tony said, putting his hands on his hips, not at all shy about his meat on full display for the four techs already in the room.

“Yes, apologies, your wardrobe assistant is here now and we can get the fitting underway,” Jill said, ushering the young woman forward.

Amanda stumbled a few steps ahead, still frozen by admiration of the perfectly sculpted man before her. Though she had to admit, he seemed like a bit of an asshole in person.

“Alright miss, please disrobe and get into the chamber,” one of the male techs instructed, waving his hand toward a glass case big enough to fit two people standing shoulder to shoulder.

“What…?” leaked out of Amanda’s slack jaw. She was still shocked at seeing Tony naked, and now confused and embarrassed at being told to undress.

“Well? Get going!” Tony hissed, nodding toward the open glass chamber. Even with this short encounter, the allure of the actor was completely shattered. He really wasn’t the pleasant person he seemed like…

Amanda looked back to Jill, and the older woman stared daggers at her as if trying to remind her of their conversation outside.

“...oh-okay,” Amanda squeaked and stepped over to the case, slowly pulling her halter off over her head. She was poignantly reminded  wasn’t wearing a bra with this outfit, and she fruitlessly covered her chest with one arm while she dropped the top to the floor. Her face turned red as she realized that the entire room was staring at her, some with impatience and others with outright anger. She kicked her flats off and fumbled with her skort, but had a hard time getting it off while still covering herself with her arm.

“For god’s sake,” a female tech breathed and stepped over to her quickly, taking a hold of her skort and panties at her hips and pulling them down quickly, letting them go when she reached the girl’s knees.

Amanda gave a yelp at the sudden attack, but quickly tried to regain her composure, still aware of the eyes boring holes into her. Without looking at the room, she covered her crotch with her other hand and stepped into the chamber. The female tech closed the door quickly behind her, latching it from the outside, out of Amanda’s reach. She was stuck now.

“Why are we even doing this?” Tony asked, turning to look at Jill. “We didn’t have human costumes in the first season…”

Amanda gave a start at his words. What did he mean, ‘human costume?’ Before she could ask or even think about it more, her world lit up with a blinding white light, the various mechanisms pointing at her prison activating all at once.

“Well you remember the issues we had with your speedo, right?” Jill explained, not even looking at Amanda. “You tore through how many? And they were always riding up?”

As this exchange happened, Amanda started to feel faint and distant, like a veil was falling over the world. It reminded her of when she went under anesthesia for her appendectomy a year ago. Her body felt fuzzy and she started to lose the sense of where her limbs were.

“Human clothing is much more durable and will stay in place much better. The female audience's attention jumped up in the episode where you changed to the tighter speedo,” Jill continued.

“Fine, whatever, is she almost done?” Tony asked, though by now, Amanda could barely tell what was happening.

She had a vague sense that her body was changing size, but her senses were so dulled by now that it all felt like it was a dream. Her body seemed to be lifting out of the glass case and floating across the room, the techs and Tony watching her intently.

Amanda was vaguely aware that she was approaching his hips, the sight of his huge manhood quickly taking up the entirety of her vision. Though she wasn’t aware of it, her body had been transformed into a floating, shimmering pink mist. Tony watched in annoyance as the floating Amanda essence worked its way around his hips, settling into place in the shape of the skimpiest speedo possible.

The shimmering, transparent form of Amanda’s body then started to pull together, reforming into a solid, taking on a red color. As her body came back to solidity, so did her mind. Slowly, the world around her came back into focus and her senses started to return to her. Panic gripped her when she realized that she had been transformed into Tony’s speedo!

She was completely dumbfounded, unable to believe what had happened to her. She could feel Tony’s cock and balls pressing up against the inside of her body, while another part of her was pressed between his cheeks. Given how small she was now, his manhood was practically the same size as she was.

“Are we done here?” Tony asked, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Amanda’s attention darted around the room, somehow still able to see despite being nothing but spandex. A feeling of claustrophobia washed over her, followed by the desperate need to get out. But she could do nothing, her mind was trapped solidly inside the skimpy article of clothing.

“Just give us a moment to adjust some settings here for the perfect fit,” the female tech said and adjusted some dials and sliders on the console in front of her.

Amanda desperately tried to communicate with her, even trying to telepathically reach her even though she knew that to be impossible. This can’t be what she signed up for! Her mind was pulled elsewhere as the tech manipulated the controls, Amanda felt herself shrinking even further, pulling tighter against Tony’s manhood in a way that was deeply uncomfortable. Sure it was kind of sexy to have such a perfect cock pressed into her like this, but it was awkward, and stressed her body in ways she didn’t think she could take for long.

“Hey, HEY!” Tony practically snapped. “That’s too tight!”

“Sorry,” the tech said with a carefully hidden smile, glancing over at the spectacle her adjustments created, Tony’s penis being even more clearly visible through Amanada’s tighter form. Amanda felt herself growing again, taking off some of the tension on her.

“Better, be careful with that! I may not want kids for a while, but I didn’t sign up for a vasectomy!”

“Alright, everything looks good,” one of the other techs said. “So, Tony, the plan is to return here after every day of shooting so we can transform your assistant back to her human form until the next shoot day.”

Amanada was relieved to hear this. She wanted out of this situation as soon as possible. The torment and disgust of being his speedo greatly outweighed the benefits of being wrapped around his privates. Plus he was a real jerk, and Amanda cringed at the thought of listening to him all day.

“Wait, so I’ll have to do this every day? Twice!?” Tony spat back. “No way, she stays like this until the end of the season!”

A chill ran through Amanda. They couldn’t do that, could they?

“Can we do that?” the female tech turned to Jill.

“Her contract doesn’t specify a need to be human again I don’t think…” Jill flipped through the papers in front of her. “Yeah, we’re covered, Clause F says she will be transformed ‘for a duration designated by show executives, not to exceed the full shoot duration’ so we’re covered. ‘Shoot duration’ can easily mean a single shoot, or the entire process of shooting. Plus this will save us some money, running this machine is expensive.”

Amanda’s heart sank. They were going to leave her like this? For the entire season!

“Perfect, now let’s get on with this, I’ve already been in this room with you nerds way too long,” Tony said and immediately started to strut out of the building.

From the second he took his first step, Amanda was overtaken with sensations. The way her body shifted and moved as his thighs, ass and genitals moved inside of her was intense and overwhelming. It was as if some force had grabbed hold of her body, twisted and compressed her into advanced yoga poses without her consent. It didn’t hurt, but was deeply uncomfortable.

Tony stepped outside, and immediately the heat of a California summer fell down over him and Amanda. He took off jogging toward the water, causing a salty sensation to start to build up on his poor speedo.

She sobbed to herself, knowing that she was going to be trapped like this for a long time around a man who probably didn’t even know her name. The nature of the show meant that they would be out in the heat for basically the entire season. Plus she had no idea what he was going to do with her when he wasn’t on set…