Arrive on set

Krysten came out of her trailer, instantly feeling the sunlight on her pale skin. As she headed towards the set she noticed many extras and crew looking at her. She cringed slightly, wishing she'd grabbed a robe. They were probably noting her seemingly massive breasts, which had just grown three cup sizes in minutes. This made her self conscious, but also put a little smirk on her mouth. She hadn't thought about it in so long, but for a long time she wished she had larger breasts. In fact, she agonized over it. Well now she did... sort of.

Krysten tried to harness these emotions for the upcoming scene as she entered arrived on set. The crew was setting up lights and cameras while the cast and extras were milling about. Most eyes turned to Krysten. She was the star of the show, after all. Though she knew at least some of the attention was due to her her false bust.

Just then Krysten saw Juanita and Dave. She stared at them in amazement. Dave had been working out! He'd been a bit of a schlub before, complete with beer belly and no muscle definition. Now? He was carved like a Greek statue, with abs, bulging muscles and not an ounce of fat on him. She could also see through the speedo that telltale bulge in his pants, and instantly felt a bit of longing. She'd slept with a few men since Dave, but none of them had been so well endowed, and she thought about that often.

Next to Dave was Juanita. Juanita looked... well perfect. She somehow had amazing curves and not an ounce of extra fat. Her bust far outshined Krysten's, even with the falsies. Honestly, she looked like a goddess. Krysten felt bitter envy burning in her stomach at the sight of her rival, both in the show and in real life, and felt lanky and awkward in comparison...