Hitomi Meets The Wall

Before she even could get on the set, Bud shouted at her.

"Hey Ms Big Tits! Time to get those whoppers treated! Hurry up and get out of your disco outfit! No clothes needed for the next scene, just a bit of make-up should be enough! Pete, show her the way and get her fixed!"

"Fixed?" Hitomi didn't understand what he was referring to.

"Fixed. On the wall, boobs squeezed through these holes. You read the script, didn't you?"

"Right..." She stripped and navigated to the area where the lights and cameras were set up.

"Wow, so this is the... wall?"

"Yup. Go behind it and let the guys help you."

"What the fuck... those holes are way to small! My boobs will never fit! Who's responsible for that design?"

Hitomi was just about to freak out. She never was a fan of bondage scenes, but this just topped all of it. Two tiny little holes, that could barely fit some juicy teen titties, were located at about eye level. How was she supposed to play the script if even the basics were completely screwed up?

"Well, guess that would be me then." said Pete, the gray-haired guy she met during break.

"Uhhhh, youuu? Really? So what the fuck were you thinking when designing this... this... thing here? Weren't you supposed to take my... my measurements into account? How about you go back to your filthy workshop and drill some bigger holes?"

Pete smirked, "Won't happen, sweetie. Order from the big boss himself. And by the way, I knew your 'measurements' when designing this beauty."

Hitomi stared at him evilly. Then she got aware of Bud, who was standing just beside him.

"He's right, honey. I told him to outperform himself. Well, to outperform yourself, I guess. But it's still within the limits your body can cope with. I should probably say JUST within the limits. At least, this was what Pete and our medical adviser assured me.

"So no chickening out, you'll do your job. Let the experts help you out. Hey cam team, come here and make sure to capture not only the actual movie scenes, but also the whole backstage stuff. I plan to release a making-of soon after the pilot."

Hitomi was fascinated about the efficiency of the team. As soon as Bud communicated his orders, everybody started to move. And like a well-engineered clockwork, everything just fell in place. Pete reminded her gently that she had a role to play, too, and pushed her towards the wall, cameras and lights following them around.

"This wall is thick!" Hitomi said, pointing to the almost 8 inches thick wooden planks.

"Yes it is, but your boobs are quite big, right? Hey guys, lift the top part of the wall, please. We'll strap her in, in a few moments. Hitomi, to get you in there, we'll need to do a multi-layered prep. First get your twins oiled up so that they're nice and squishy and won't get pinched too much. Then put this shirt on. It'll protect your body during the prep phase."

Hitomi took the oil bottle and started to grease up her boobs. Nothing new there. But this shirt was strange. It was black and rather heavy. Two openings at boob level were seamed with rubber bands that would seal off the openings. When she slipped in, and pulled her boobs through, it felt quite comfortable, cool to the touch and somehow protective. Unfortunately, her boobs felt very exposed and vulnerable in contrast.

"Alright, now put those nice, stretchy socks over your boobs, and then put those sleeves around them. The socks have a smooth and slippery inner surface and will help us pull everything out, once you are fixed in the wall.

"The sleeves are made from the same protective material as the shirt, just a bit thinner. So you'll likely feel quite a bit of stress on your tits but they're still safe."

Hitomi nodded and hesitantly squeezed her orbs into the socks. Because of the slippery surface, and her oiled up skin, her boobs literally plopped into them. It was a perfect fit and felt rather nice.

The protective sleeves were made from material that easily stretched, and it, too, was quite easy to pull over. But the slight pressure of the sleeves reshaped her boobs into two long cylinders with a bulging bubble on top.

"We call this shape 'boob-on-a-stick'!" Pete chuckled, "You know, when the boob base is compressed together and the top area bubbles out like this. It looks hilarious and the guys out there really like it."

Hitomi frowned at him. It felt quite funny. It did not actually hurt, it just felt ... funny. Like, if her boobs were separate beings attached to her.

"This looks good! Now we need to put these rubber sleeves around them. You see, this stuff is quite thick and rigid, looks like some tubing a plumber would use, right? And it looks like it would never fit over your tits, too! But no worries, our expander tool will take care of that!"

And, with that, he inserted a strange looking stick into the tube and started twisting a crank that was attached to it. The eight inches long tube expanded slowly until a bowling ball could easily pass through. Pete removed the stick again and showed the thing to the actress.

"See this mesh that holds the tube open? It's an interesting material, it's as rigid as steel when it's cold. But once you heat it up, it can be formed easily. So, when I cranked that stick, some heating grid warmed it up. Now when it's cool again it'll retain that shape.

"Get those tubes over your tits now. And then let Paul do his work. Put your decorated twins on the wall. Wait, I'll get you something to stand on. That should do the trick. Cam team, I assume you record all of this?"

The camera man nodded, "Sure we do. Every piece from all kinds of angles."

"Good. Sweetie, this will hurt quite a bit now, but it won't be dangerous, I can assure you. Somebody help her up there and steady her. And Paul, turn up the heat now."