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Holly looked up and waved her hand. “I’m here.” She held a manilla folder in her other hand. It contained photographs her agent had taken of her the week before.

“You can go in now. They’re ready for you.”

Holly took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. She hated these moments, but they were necessary.

After months of waiting tables while her agent supposedly tried to get her work, she had nearly given up and left the business altogether. Acting was Holly’s passion, but what was the point if she could not find work. It almost seemed better to leave Hollywood and go back home. She could at least perform in the community production of A Raisin in the Sun, or whatever the community theater was putting on next.

Holly had nothing against A Raisin in the Sun, but she knew her talents came out better on screen than on the stage. If only she could get casting directors to see that. This was Holly’s third audition this week. The previous two were bombs, as far as she was concerned. The parts she was up for just were not right for her and she knew that going in.

Of course, Holly understood how the game was played. She would keep showing up to whatever auditions would have her, knowing she would eventually either find someone willing to cast her or network enough to have directors reaching out to her. She was too new to the game though to have reached the latter point.

“Thank you,” Holly said as she passed by the secretary and walked through the door leading to the audition space. It never hurt to be kind to people. If the secretary remembered her kindness at the next casting call, she might put Holly’s name at the top of the list to be contacted.

Holly quickly found herself in a small blackbox theater on the other side of the door, however, without a full set of seats for the audience. There were three men and two women sitting in chairs facing the stage area. An X marked in tape on the floor signified where Holly was to stand.

“Name?” asked the man nearest the door. He held a clipboard.

“Holly Smith,” she answered, desperately trying to hide her nervous stutter. It only popped up when she was nervous. Oddly, it had never been a problem when she was acting, no matter how nervous she might have been. The knowledge that she was playing a part helped separate her task from her nervousness.

“You have photos for us?” the woman next to the man with the clipboard asked. Under her desk were a pile of folders just like Holly’s. Those came from the people who had already auditioned.

“Yes, they’re right here,” Holly said, stepping forward and handing the woman the folder. Seeing the stack already on the ground told her she would not be getting those pictures back. She only had so many copies. The cost of printing new photos on a waitressing salary in Los Angeles was a burden she had not anticipated. Still, if she got a part, that small investment would be worth it.

Holly knew little about what she was auditioning for. She had been given a script by her agent and had spent all of last night practicing. She could perform the lines from memory, which she hoped would give her bonus points.

“Whenever you are ready to begin,” the man in the middle said.

Holly stood up straight, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could do this. She could recite the lines from the script, throwing her own take on the character she played. She could demonstrate her acting skills.

And then Holly began.

“Thank you, Ms. Smith,” the man with the clipboard said as soon as she had finished her part. “We will be contacting candidates within the week.”

That was it. Holly had not expected more, but the response from the panel had not been what she had been hoping for. Ideally, she would have been offered a role right there on the spot. That was her fantasy at least. Holly knew the audition process did not work that way.

It felt a lot like a job interview, except it was entirely based on her performance. There were no real questions asked of her. Her paperwork already contained her acting credits. Beyond a few commercials and some guest spots on local television productions, Holly had little experience. And none of that experience had taken place in Los Angeles. It had all been at home.

“Thank you for your consideration,” Holly said before she left.

It was a good thing she was done. She had a waitressing shift that started soon and it would take time to get across town to work her day job. It was hard enough sometimes fitting auditions in around her work shifts. Holly was lucky her boss understood, but that did not make her scheduling any easier.

Those were the words Holly had been waiting to hear for months and it had finally come. The call came from her agent, Connor Simms. As much as Holly sometimes wondered how hard he really tried to find her work, the fact was, he had gotten her into plenty of auditions. And it looked like one of them had finally come through.

“That’s fantastic,” Holly said on the phone. “I’ll take it, whatever it is.”

Her agent’s voice turned serious as he continued, “You say that now, but you may not like what you’ll have to do. But the producers want to meet with us to go over some of the details about your potential role and the series itself. Can you fit a morning meeting on Friday into your schedule?”

Holly ignored her agent’s warning. The prospect of finally getting to be paid for her acting was too much to pass up. Yes, Holly would watch out for predatory behavior. The Harvey Weinstein scandal was still fresh in everyone’s minds. She would not trade sex for a part in the show. She could look out for herself. And having her agent at the meeting would only help.

When Holly arrived at the studio Friday morning, she was surprised by the security she had to go through before reaching the inner workings of the production offices. Her nerves were starting to rattle her as she realized she had not accounted for enough time to make it through security. Holly was going to be late.

“I’m so sorry,” Holly apologized as she stumbled into the production office.

She looked around to see her agent already there. He was joined by Kenneth Ballstrom, a producer, as well as several other people Holly was unfamiliar with. Mr. Ballstrom was well known in the television industry. His scripted shows always seemed to be hits.

“That’s all right,” Mr. Ballstrom said from behind his desk. “We’ve had to increase security this week. It’s making everyone late as they try to adjust. You couldn’t have known.”

Holly let out a sigh of relief. She was glad her tardiness was not going to be held against her. She really needed this job. Even with waitressing, her savings was dwindling fast. She only had another month or two before she would run out of money to pay rent. If that happened, she would be returning home.

It was bad enough that her family had resisted the idea of her moving to Los Angeles to take up acting. They did not understand her passion for acting. She could imagine her mother telling her “I told you so.” She would have chosen to do it in front of friends and family too, making it all the more embarrassing.

But if this role worked out, Holly would have the money to keep going and to follow her dreams. She would not be returning home with her tail between her legs, dejected. Instead, she could call home and boast about the her new part.

“As Connor probably already told you,” Mr. Ballstrom began, “we would like to offer you a regular part in a new show we’re putting together called Back Together. It is a bit like a cross of Friends and the O.C. We filmed a pilot episode already and the show has been picked up with a guaranteed first season and an option for two more.”

This was fantastic news. Holly would have been happy with a guest spot in an episode or two. Instead she was being offered regular work for at least a year and maybe more if the show did well.

Holly tried not to show her excitement. She did not want to show her hand. She did not want to admit how much she needed a job like this.

“Tell her about the part, Ken,” Holly’s agent said. “She may not like it as much after that.”

“Here’s the rub,” Mr. Ballstrom continued. “The part is rather specific and will require a fair amount of time everyday in the makeup chair. You may need to alter your look a little in the short term, unless you’re fine with wearing a wig all the time when shooting.”

Holly looked down at her body, trying to understand what Connor and Mr. Ballstrom was referring to. She was a pretty skinny young woman. Not that anyone would have known given her outfit. Acid washed jeans and a baggy flannel shirt did nothing to highlight her feminine features. It was all part of Holly’s look. She was a hipster. Her appearance blended the grunge of the 90’s with some more hippie looks of the 70’s. The fact she never bought her own clothes in either of those decades made her choice of style all the more interesting.

“I’m fine with wearing a wig,” Holly said. “And I can play any part you need me to.”

Mr. Ballstrom leaned back in his chair and rubbed the back of his head with one hand. “It’s more than just a wig. Let me think about how to say this. The show is about a group of high school friends who return together after spending years apart in college and whatnot. Your character, Sammi with an I, is not exactly the smartest woman in the group. Actually, she’s quite dumb. And she tries to look a bit like Barbie. That includes that she is well endowed, if you understand my meaning.”

“You need me to wear falsies?” I asked. “Because that’s no problem. If you want me for this part, I will do what I need to do to make sure I can do it.”

Relief washed over the faces of both Mr. Ballstrom and Connor.

“I’m glad you understand,” Mr. Ballstrom said. “You can’t be too careful these days. I’m not sure everyone would take it the way you have, Ms. Smith.”

“Just to be clear,” Holly said. “You basically want me to play a bimbo, right?”

“That’s right. Is that a problem?”

Holly imagined herself in the role. The part would be so unlike her natural self, but it could be fun. She could see herself growing tired of it after a couple years, considering she guessed the character did not have much room to grow, but it was steady work when she needed it most.

“I’m confident you will be happy with my work.”

“Terrific,” Mr. Ballstrom said, clapping his hands together with a sense of accomplishment. “Connor and I will workout the contract details. The first year will be standard rate I’m thinking, with studio options after that with room for negotiation. Pretty normal stuff, I think.”

Contracts had always been Holly’s Achilles heel in acting. There was a reason she had an agent to decide these sorts of things. She just didn’t have a mind for numbers and legal language.

Holly started to push herself up out of her chair. She figured it was time for her to leave. Her portion of the meeting was over.

“Before you leave,” Mr. Ballstrom said. “Kathy Wells, our costume designer will want to see you. If you have time, I bet she can fit you in now. I can call down to her if you have time.”

“Oh,” Holly said. She was caught off guard. The paperwork had not even been signed yet and they were already wanting her to get fit by the costume department. “Um, I guess I have time. I have a waitressing shift today, but that doesn’t start until tonight.”

“Perfect,” Mrs. Ballstrom said. “I’ll call her to let you know you’re on your way. Given some of the prosthetics you’ll need for your part, I figured it best to get a jump start on the fitting. We want to start filming as soon as possible.”

“Sure thing,” Holly said. The sooner they started filming, the sooner she could start getting paid. That was her primary driver at this point. She was going to get paid for her acting.

“There you are,” came the sweet voice of the women Holly assumed was Kelly Wells. “I was getting worried you had gotten lost.”

The truth was, Holly had gotten lost as she made her way around the studio. Ms. Wells did not work in the main office building where Holly had met with Mr. Ballstrom. The buildings were setup like a maze and it was hard to find her way around. Holly knew she could have asked, but it was her first day and she did not want to embarrass herself. As long as she did not wander onto a closed set or someplace else she was not supposed to be, she would be fine.

“Only a little,” Holly said. “I’m Holly Smith, by the way.”

“Yes, yes,” Ms. Wells said. She stood behind a table sorting through fabric swatches. “Kenneth called to tell me you’d be down. You’re going to be Sammi on Back Together. You must be so excited.”

“I’m going to be on television,” Holly said. “That’s pretty exciting on its own.”

“But you get to be Sammi,” Ms. Wells enthused. “Between your hair, makeup, costumes, you’re going to love the way you look. Not that anything is bad with your current outfit, but having something tailored to your body is going to make you look fantastic.”

Holly was not sure what to say to that. She was not sure if she had been praised or insulted. The costumer was a different sort of person. Her behavior set Holly on edge.

“Anyway, we’re going to need to get your measurements,” Ms. Wells said. “I know you have them in your employment file, but I like to be a little more thorough, if you don’t mind. There’s a screen over there you can step behind and strip down to your underwear.” She pointed across the workshop to a screen in the corner.

Holly briefly shrugged before walking over to the screen. She figured she might as well get this over with.

This was not Holly’s first costume fitting. All of the commercials she had been in required it, but Holly had a feeling this one would be a bit more involved. After all, the false breasts she would have to wear for her part needed to be fit to her body. She could only assume that her actual breasts would need to be measured before the day was done.

“I’m ready,” Holly called out once she had disrobed. She stood there just wearing a bra and panties.

“Be there in a moment,” Ms. Wells called back.

The corner space Holly found herself in was rather spartan. Behind the screen were two chairs, a stool and a full length mirror. The latter hung on the wall with a cheap wood frame. There was no need for fanciness. The whole costume workshop was utilitarian. That made Ms. Wells stand out even more. Her personality gave the space character.

As Holly waited, she took sight of herself in the mirror. Her body was thin, a combination of genetics and a workout routine that kept the weight off. Admittedly, her body did not necessarily show off any curves. Beyond her small breasts and just a hint of her hips, Holly’s body looked almost straight, from her shoulders down to her ankles.

Holly had always wondered if her body was a reason she had not gotten a part sooner. Would it have helped had she been a little curvier?

Then there was the question of her clothes. Would more feminine clothing help her get parts at auditions? Holly tended to wear her hipster styled clothes as often as possible. They were comfortable and comforting. She felt like herself when she wore them. They were certainly cheaper than modern clothing. Holly shopped at vintage stores and thrift stores. She had come across some amazing deals. Her clothing budget was tiny and needed the help. Then again, Holly already spent more than she made waitressing. Much of her paycheck every month went to rent.

“Knock, knock,” Ms. Wells said as she approached. “Let’s get you measured and then I can start working on some costume ideas for you.”

The measurement process took half an hour. Ms. Wells was very thorough. She made every measurement and then checked it again. Holly just had to stand there and follow directions. It was easy, but boring.

“Now for the breast measurements,” Ms. Wells said. “For this, I have a machine that will do the measuring. It’s a 3-D modeling scanner. I won’t even have to see your body when we do this part, but you’ll need to remove your bra.”

Ms. Wells directed Holly where to stand. Then she wheeled a machine over and positioned it in front of Holly’s chest.

“That should do it,” Ms. Wells said. “I’ll slip off to the other side of the screen and you can take your bra off. When you’re ready, just let me know.”

Ms. Wells disappeared behind the screen carrying a remote. Holly, followed her instructions. She shed her bra, tossing it onto the stool where the rest of her clothes were stacked. She had not bothered to fold them. The grunge look from the 90’s that defined most of her style did not require much care.

Facing the machine, Holly said, “I’m ready.”

“Fantastic, my dear. Just wait one moment for the machine to do its work.”

The machine in front of Holly suddenly came to life. It shot out a green beam of light that traveled up and down Holly’s chest. Then it moved side to side. Then it scanned her at various diagonals.

In Holly’s mind, this process took more than what she considered to be a moment. But she had no complaints. Having a regular acting part was more important. Holly could not wait until she could quit her job at the restaurant. She had never liked waiting tables, but that job had kept her in town long enough to actually get an acting job. That was what was important.

The machine stopped scanning and went quiet.

“All done,” Ms. Wells sang. “You can come out whenever you’re ready.”

Holly could hear Ms. Wells’ footsteps moving around the workshop. That gave Holly time to put her clothes back on. She was just glad the workshop was warm enough to make her time without clothes on bearable. It had not taken long before Holly had lost her cold tolerance in the heat of Los Angeles.

“I’m glad you could stop by,” Ms. Wells said when Holly reappeared from behind the screen. She was back at her workbench sorting through fabric swatches. “I know contracts haven’t been signed yet, but it will take time to create properly fitting breast molds. There will be a makeup test later, but not until the forms are ready. By then your contract negotiations should be finished. Anything you need from me until then?”

Holly did not know what to say. The whole process left her feeling overwhelmed. She really did not know what to expect from this. The guest spots she had done before were low budget. The costume fitting was minor and makeup tests were almost non-existent.

“I can’t think of anything,” Holly said.

“That’s the spirit,” Ms. Wells said. “You’re already getting into your part. I’ve read some of the scripts. You’re going to be a great Sammi.”

Holly left the studio wondering if Ms. Wells was correct. Would she make a great Sammi? Without seeing much of the scripts, Holly was not as sure about that.

Holly had spent all morning in makeup. It was her first day actually on set.

The previous weeks had been a whirlwind. Holly signed her contract. She read through it herself, even though she trusted her agent. There was nothing that seemed strange to her. It was boilerplate. She supposed if the studio picked up the show for additional seasons, she might have some negotiating power. But that was a long ways off.

This was not Holly’s first day wearing her bimbo makeup, as she liked to consider it. After reading the script, it was clear that her character, Sammi, was a complete bimbo. Her only thoughts seemed to be about fashion and sex.

Despite that, Holly was finding some measure of fun in playing the part. The read through of the first episode had been especially fun. It was the first time she had the opportunity to meet the rest of the cast. There had been a few greetings in passing, but she had never sat down with any of them or held a proper conversation.

Holly was happy to see she fit in. Although she had to admit, her hipster look was not equaled by any of her coworkers. The other women in the cast were more classically pretty, at least in Holly’s eyes. But she knew she would look better than all of them when in costume.

During her hours spent in makeup, Holly had been mentally rehearsing her role. She had always considered herself a method actor. She embraced her roles with gusto, letting them filter into her daily life, at least to a certain degree. Holly doubted she would maintain the peppy and sexy attitude of Sammi once she left the set each night, but during the day, she felt it necessary to continue the part.

Holly felt strange as she walked out onto the set for her first scene. She had watched her appearance transform during her time in makeup. Her breast forms made her look significantly more well endowed than she really was. And it was not just that her character had large breasts. They were supposed to be fake. And they certainly looked it. Even without any clothing on, they stuck off her chest with a fullness that could only come from implants. Not even a pushup bra could create such a look.

And Holly would know. After her first makeup test, she had gone out “bra shopping” looking for a bra that could simulate the look she had with the prosthetics on. She had never intended to buy one, but that ended up not mattering. She could not find one that gave her a similar look. Then again, Holly never had been that big.

Now she looked more than big, even if it was not real. Every time that Holly looked down she was inundated with a view of cleavage she had never had before. She could not even see her feet. That proved to not matter in some instances, but be a significant impedance at other times.

Holly was thankful the set did not have stairs on it. Every space they filmed in was flat. That meant she would not be tripping up or down stairs, since she could not necessarily see them all the time.

However, Sammi lived in high heels. Holly had some experience wearing heels, but she had never been particularly comfortable wearing them. On her own, she wore flat canvas shoes. Holly had been in the business long enough to know that women almost always seemed to wear heels when acting. She was practiced at that, but she had always been able to see her feet in those instances. It took her out of her head a little to not be able to see much below her fake breasts.

“Hi, everyone,” Holly practically sang when she stepped onto the set. She put on a big smile, her lips painted in pink. That was not how Holly normally would have greeted everyone, but she had already put herself in character. In the moment, she was Sammi, not Holly. There was an important distinction.

Throughout the day on set, Holly was a complete professional. She performed her blocking and she spoke her lines. Considering this was her first major break, she did not show any of the nerves she was feeling inside.

Then again, it helped that her character was a bimbo. Holly could embrace the bimboness and shrug off her nervousness and anxiety.

Not even her costume seemed to faze her. Since Sammi was a bimbo, her wardrobe was tight fitting and definitely on the revealing side. There were limits to what Holly could wear, considering her makeup and prosthetics, but that makeup did a terrific job of allowing her to wear low-cut tops and dresses. Holly never would have worn anything like what her character wore on her own. This was all for the job.

Throughout the day, Holly did a remarkable job of staying in character. When her coworkers burst out laughing because of a flub they had made, Holly followed along, but she giggled rather than outright laughed. After all, bimbos were known for their giggling. It was something that Holly had practiced some on her own, but when she was in character, it felt completely natural.

What was more, Holly maintained a certain level of cluelessness that delighted the other cast members.

“Holly, when Quinton asks whether America won World War II, I want you to look off into nothing before you say your line,” the director instructed.

Holly, still in character, asked, “Did American win World War II? I forget.”

Everyone on set erupted in laughter. Holly stood there without understanding, not getting the joke. She joined in a moment later, giggling away.

Of course, Holly knew who won World War II. She was an intelligent young woman. But when she was in the character of Sammi, she restricted that knowledge from herself. It was part of what made her good at her job.

It was only later, after the day’s filming was complete, that Holly let the Sammi persona go. Once her breast forms had been removed, her wig removed, and the makeup washed off her face, did she return to being the woman she had always been.

“Um, Holly, can I ask you a question?” Holly turned to see her fellow cast member Quinton.

“What’s up, Quinton?” Holly asked in return. She gave a smile, but it lacked the peppiness of when she was playing Sammi. “Sure, go ahead.”

Admittedly, Holly was kind of expecting that Quinton might ask her out. She knew he was single. A recent tabloid article had done a deep dive into his last breakup. It had not been pretty. Generally Holly avoided reading the tabloids, but every once in a while she liked to treat herself. When she saw the headline about her coworker, she could not help but want to read it.

“Earlier, when we were on set,” Quinton started. He seemed nervous, which was unlike her previous interactions with him. “You asked if American had won World War II. I was wondering if you knew or not.”

Holly sighed. Then she chuckled. It was nothing like her giggling from earlier. “Of course, I know the Allies won. I was in character. Sammi wouldn’t know the answer. That was the point.”

“Wow,” Quinton said, a little shocked. “Um, okay, that’s cool. I haven’t seen someone block out so much like that before. Well, have a good night.”

“You too, Quinton,” Holly called back.

Holly had a nice night planned for herself. In celebration of her first day on set, she planned to go home and open a bottle of wine. She doubted she would be able to finish it, but she had always been a lightweight.

Holly had just finished filming the last scene before the mid-season break. She was looking forward to taking a couple weeks off from the busy filming schedule.

The series had already started to air. The audience numbers were good. Unless something significant happened, Holly expected the network to pickup Back Together for at least another season.

More important than that, the studio had performed some focus groups and Holly’s character in particular was well liked. She had heard how characters that audiences liked were given bigger roles, or at least given recurring status, after positive feedback.

Sammi was becoming a fan favorite. That helped make Holly’s job secure, but it would also give her some bargaining power when it came time to renegotiate her contract. It would put the studio under some pressure.

After her final scene, Holly stayed on set for a little while to talk to people. She was in no hurry to return to her dressing room. The fact was, over the past several months, Holly had come to enjoy her time spent as Sammi. Some of that was the mental aspect. She liked playing dumb. She liked being seen as vapid and useless.

Holly never would have admitted this, but there was a part of her character that actually turned her on. It was a strange feeling, seeing people look down on her for her apparent stupidity, and getting ever so slightly wet from it.

Then there was the physical aspect. It seemed like Holly spent more of her time wearing her prosthetic breasts than not. She had slowly grown accustomed to them and she had begun to miss them at the end of the day after they came off.

Then there was the rest of the costume. Holly had grown used to people looking at her body. She had to admit, she looked pretty good in the perfectly tailored costumes she wore on the set each day. They might not have resembled her style in any way, but she had become accustomed to people looking at her body. It was something she missed when she went home at night, often wearing her grunge inspired clothing.

Despite her scene being finished, Holly stayed in character. “Have any fun plans for the break, Quinton?” Holly practically sang. It was Sammi’s default way of speaking. She used a sing-song voice that was soft and a little breathy. The men in the focus groups had especially liked it, so Holly made sure to play it up a little stronger. That got good reviews from the producers and other studio executives.

“Oh, you know,” Quinton started to say. He had this awe shucks attitude in normal life. Holly found it cute. “I’m flying home to visit my folks. I haven’t seen them since I broke up with Emily. They liked her, so I’m going to have to explain what happened. That will be awkward. How about you?”

“Oh, you know,” Holly said. “Just normal stuff I guess. I need to go shopping. And there are a few friends I want to meet up with if there’s time. Super normal stuff, if you ask me.”

“Well, have fun shopping,” Quinton said. “Hopefully I get to see you in some of your new duds.”

Holly simply went with the flow as the end of the day progressed. She chatted with a few of people from the production team. She enjoyed herself, letting the Sammi persona continue for as long as she could.

She was going to miss these interactions during the hiatus. As much as she told Quinton she planned to meet up with friends during the break, the truth was, she had few friends in Los Angeles. There were a few former coworkers from the restaurant she planned to contact, but most of her friends worked on the show. They were all headed out of town, it seemed. That left Holly alone on her own.

“Maybe I’ll go to a concert,” Holly said to herself as she made her way to her dressing room. She was still using Sammi’s voice. The melodious nature of it was soothing. There was no way Holly could adopt it full time without drawing unwanted attention to herself. People would laugh at her. But she did like how it made her feel.

With the dressing room door shut behind her, another idea formed in Holly’s mind. She had avoided confronting how being seen as a bimbo made her feel. She knew it turned her on, but she had ignored it. The arousal would go away on its own. But with most of the staff already gone, Holly knew she could take some time for herself, before she fully changed back into the Holly she had always been.

Her last scene as Sammi had her wearing a cropped tank top and a short flippy skirt. It was an outfit Holly actually had to be careful how she moved in to avoid flashing the camera her panties. She did not mind other people seeing them, but if the camera caught it, the scene would have to be reshot.

Holly pulled her skirt and panties down her legs in one smooth motion. She kept her top on, wanting to continue the impression that she actually had breasts like Sammi. No, tits, Holly reminded herself. Or boobs. Sammi would not call her breasts by their proper name. She was a bimbo. They were tits or boobs. Either way, Holly kept the top on to hide the fact her breasts were not real. In the fantasy, they felt good to the touch.

Sitting back in her chair, Holly let her right hand slide down between her legs. She still sported the fake nails Sammi had received in a scene earlier in the day. They limited what Holly could do, but that was okay. It was her clit she wanted to play with and that could happen with long nails.

“Oh, yes,” Holly sang, still using Sammi’s voice as her fingers found her clit. “That’s what I needed.”

Holly’s arousal shot through the roof as she began to play. Her free hand ran across her belly. She had kept herself on a strict food plan and workout regimen to make sure she stayed fit enough to play Sammi.

“You’re such a hot stupid bimbo,” Holly said toward herself mirror reflection. “Look at that. Your own body turns you on and makes you want to cum.”

And it was true. Holly could feel her body respond to her deft fingers. She was growing to love the bimbo look. Holly could only imagine how boobs as big as Sammi’s would feel. How pinching her nipples would feel, even through the thin material of her top.

As Holly continued, her fantasies turned toward some of the characters Sammi had dated in the show. Each episode generally saw her with a new man in her life. The reasons there was always someone new was never fully explained, but it had something to do with the off screen sluttiness of Sammi.

One by one, a new vision of a man stepped in to begin fucking Holly as she sat in her dressing room chair. Each one would grab at her boobs, enjoying their size as they pounded her below. As soon as one man was done, another would step into his place. One after another, Holly found herself getting closer and closer to her climax.

“Yes,” she moaned as her orgasm finally hit her. It washed over her, sending wave and wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her vision turned white as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She had not cum like that in a long time, if ever.

It took nearly twenty minutes for Holly to recover. She simply sat there, staring at her bimbofied body in the mirror, letting her mind drift aimlessly. It was a hot sight and nearly served to start turning her on again.

However, Holly knew her fun was at an end. She needed to change out of her costume and go home. She had at least two weeks before she needed to return to work.

Maybe shopping would not be so bad after all, Holly wondered. She had not really meant it when she had talked to Quinton earlier. That was Sammi talking. But as Holly looked at her loose t-shirt and high-waisted shorts with suspenders, she had to wonder if she could spice up her wardrobe a little. She certainly had the money for it now.

When Holly returned from the mid-season hiatus, she did so with a whole new wardrobe. She was still every bit the hipster she had always been, but she had added a new dimension to it in recent weeks.

The flannel shirts were still there. So too were the high waisted jeans and shorts. But now there was a sexy element to every outfit Holly wore. More often her tops were cropped, leaving skin exposed on her torso. Her clothes were tighter too. They no longer hung off her thin frame, but clung to it, highlighting the work she had done in the gym.

Holly still was not the bimbo she played on television, but she certainly looked sexier than she ever had before.

The truth was, Holly was glad she did not look like Sammi in everyday life. Sammi had become quite a popular character, especially with young men. Holly recognized the attraction. Sammi was hot and always seemed to have a new guy. Any guy could be her new guy.

But Holly did not look like Sammi when she was out on the street. No one recognized her without her bimbo makeup on and her prosthetic breasts. Holly could go anywhere and not be noticed by her fans. It was nice, even if she sometimes felt bad about not being able to interact with her fans.

Holly was well aware that long term acting success would require her to become a recognizable figure. Not that playing Sammi was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. But people seeing her as Sammi would not necessarily realize that Holly had the same acting talent. They could easily appear as two different people.

The production crew and the other cast members seemed to be impressed with Holly’s new wardrobe when she bounced into the studio on her first day back. She was ready to get back to work again.

The break from the makeup chair had been nice. Holly regularly had to arrive on set before the other cast members. She had to undergo a Star Trek level of makeup work to affix the breast forms to her body and make them appear like they were a part of her.

At the same time, Holly looked forward to having big boobs again. She had grown to miss them in a strange way. On one night spent drinking in her apartment, Holly had started to look up surgeons in the area. She would never go through with a breast augmentation, but she was curious about them. The alcohol certainly helped to fuel that.

Regardless of whether she would get implants in the future or not, she looked forward to spending the next several weeks at least playing a big-boobed character. Even after several weeks off, Holly found herself slipping into her acting persona easily. The mental gymnastics were a well-practiced routine by then.

By the time Holly stepped onto the set for her first scene, the rest of the crew were smiling.

“What’s up?” Holly asked in Sammi’s sing-song voice. It felt so natural when she was made up like the bimbo. “Why’s everyone smiling?”

“We got picked up for two more seasons,” Quinton exclaimed with an even bigger smile. “And they’re adding an option for two more after that.”

“Yay,” Holly exclaimed. “That’s, like, totally amazing.”

She jumped around and clapped, her breasts bouncing in her skimpy top. There was some danger that her prosthetics might not stay in place, but she was too happy to care.

Suddenly, Holly found herself in Quinton’s arms. She did not know what to do. Then she was kissing him and he was kissing her back. Somehow Holly knew there were cameras rolling, catching her kiss her costar. She did not care. She was too caught up in the moment. And being in character, this was the sort of thing Sammi would have done. She just went with it.

Eventually the kiss had to end. Holly pulled back and looked up into Quinton’s eyes. He certainly did not seem to mind the kiss, although there was a hint of confusion on his face. He did not know how she should respond. Had Holly just shown her interest in him or was it all just an accident, her happiness lashing out in unexpected ways? Even Holly was not sure of the answer.

After several moments of awkwardness, however, normality returned to the set. The director brought everyone together, they began filming, and everything continued as it should have to begin with. By the end of the day, the only memories of that kiss were on people’s phones.

Of course, it did not take long before Holly’s kiss with Quinton made it on to the internet. She had never been featured in the tabloids before. There was wild speculation that Holly and Quinton had become an item. Others passed it off as them shooting a scene for an upcoming episode, but that explanation did not have the same viral quality. Fans of the show seemed to prefer the idea that two of the show’s costars had begun to date.

Before the end of the shooting day, Holly had become tabloid fodder. Not that Holly had any idea until later. She stayed off social media as a general rule. A few bad experiences had left her protective of her private life, long before she made the move to Hollywood.

The only reason Holly even found out was because of a call from her mother. The call came while Holly was in her dressing room. Like her last day before the mid-season hiatus, Holly had found herself aroused and needing some relief. She was going to need to start storing toys in her dressing room if this behavior continued. She could not keep using just her fingers.

“Hi, Mom,” Holly said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

“Did you know you’re on the news for kissing some guy?” her mother asked accusingly. “It’s shameful.”

“No, I didn’t know that,” Holly said, the fingers of her free hand still circling her clit. If she could end the conversation quickly, she could get back to getting herself off. She needed some relief.

“What were you doing kissing that man?” her mom chided.

“I got caught in a moment of excitement, Mom. We got good news. The show got picked up by the network for another two seasons, maybe even more. I’ve got a steady job now.”

“That’s terrific, sweetie,” her mom said. “Just don’t keep kissing boys. A lady needs to be respectable. Men want their future wives to have their virtue intact. Don’t screw that up.”

“Yes, Mother,” Holly said, growing more annoyed. Her mom still thought she was a virgin. She did not have the heart to tell her the truth. Not that it mattered these days. Men usually preferred a woman to have some experience. It certainly made sex more fun. Holly was not going to share that fact either. “I’m really sorry, but I have to go. I’ll call you soon. I’m sure I’ll have more good news to share with you then.”

Holly hung up and set her phone down. She looked at herself in the mirror, still wearing her full makeup and wig. She looked like a complete bimbo. But as hot as that was, her arousal had been extinguished.

“Thanks a lot, Mom,” Holly muttered to herself as she began to clean herself up. It was time to go home.

However, Holly had little doubt that was the end of her masturbatory sessions in her dressing room. Her job on set left her too aroused not to continue her self pleasure in the future. She was certain of that.

It was then that Holly should have known there was no turning back. The only problem was she did not know what that involved. Her future was a mystery to her.

The first season of Back Together was wrapping up. Holly was looking forward to the cast party at the end of the week. Despite some of the oddities surrounding her role on the show, she knew this had been the single best experience of her life.

Yes, her part did not necessarily challenge her, but it was fun. And she got to work with a large group of talented actors.

But her time on Back Together was still a major learning experience. The level of detail and production was unlike anything she had worked on before. Even if the show had been canceled after the first season, Holly was confident she could have found another acting gig soon. She understood the business so much better and she had a much broader network of contacts. She was not solely reliant on her agent anymore.

However, the end of the season also brought with it negotiations for her new contract. The studio came to her with a salary bump, which she very much appreciated. However, there were several strange requests that she was not as sure about.

“Thank you for meeting with us, Holly,” Mr. Ballstrom said. He and Holly, along with Connor and several studio executives, were all sitting at a conference table in the studio offices. It was Friday. The final scenes of the show had been filmed and the cast party was set for later that night. “Normally your contract extension would be easy to write. It’s boilerplate, really. Connor here has been upfront with the changes he wanted to see in your contract and we are willing, at least in principle to meet those requests.”

Holly did not really understand why they needed to have a meeting. As Mr. Ballstrom said, he was meeting Connor’s contract requests. What more could they need to talk about? Holly would gladly sign her contract now and get it over with.

“You see,” Mr. Ballstrom continued. “Your character is expensive, given the makeup requirements. To meet your salary demands, we would need to cut back on aspects of your character. To put it bluntly, the cost of your prosthetics is no longer affordable on our budget.”

“How is that going to work?” Holly asked. “We’ve established Sammi had implants. Unless you make an episode where she has them taken out, there isn’t a way to have her become smaller.”

As wrong as it sometimes made Holly feel, she had become rather fond of Sammi’s body. She did not want to see the bimbo she played on the show lose her biggest defining feature. After all, Sammi was a bimbo. Without big breasts, what was her worth as a person? Her chest was a defining characteristic.

“Yes,” Mr. Ballstrom agreed. “That is why we are having this meeting. You see, the cost of the prosthetic breasts is more than we had originally budgeted for. Every day that you are on set requires a new pair, costing roughly $750 each day you go into makeup. That adds up.”

Holly was shocked. She had never realized how expensive Sammi’s breasts were. It seemed silly that the prosthetics ended up costing more than an actual breast augmentation would.

But then it dawned on her. She understood what Mr. Ballstrom was trying and failing to say. He was happy to pay her more, but she would need to get a boob job. She would need to make her breasts look like the prosthetic breasts she wore for the show.

“You want me to have a breast augmentation?” Holly asked, wanting to be sure.

“Among other things,” Mr. Ballstrom said. “Like I said, your situation is unique. And we would pay for it of course. We would also pay for the reduction at the end of your employment, should you desire it. I know this is a big ask.”

“What other things?” Holly asked. “Let’s put it all on the table and stop trying to avoid saying what you want from me. I’m not walking away, if that’s your fear, but I want to know everything.”

Mr. Ballstrom said nothing, but he looked nervous. He opened a folder in front of him and pulled out a piece of paper and slid it across the table.

Holly picked up the paper and began to read. Yes, there was more than just a boob job in her future if she wanted to get a raise. There was a whole list of procedures she would need to have done. The easiest was dying her hair platinum blonde to match Sammi’s hair and to grow her hair out. Holly had kept her hair relatively short, just below her jaw line. She would need to cancel her monthly trims, possibly for the rest of her employment.

Her breasts were the only surgical procedure, but there were various fillers on the list, as well as botox. None of the procedures were ones Holly had ever considered for herself before. She had to admit, however, they all seemed very bimbo and fitting with the character of Sammi.

“You see,” began one of the other studio executives—Holly was not sure of his name—“we think the character of Sammi needs to move in a more extreme direction. Audiences like her fake qualities and our marketing data tells us adding more to them will bring in more fans. Some of those would be written into the script for next season, so you would have some time to adjust.”

“We don’t want you to risk your health for any of this,” Mr. Ballstrom interjected. “But the data suggests we could bring in another million viewers ever week with these changes. Those are major ad dollars, some of which you would get a cut of, given all that we are asking of you. Basically, we are not only offering you a higher base salary, but giving you a bigger percentage of the profits.”

It was a lot to take in. Holly had no idea what to do. She felt boxed into a corner. The breast augmentation was one thing. She had already decided to agree to that. And her hair was no issue. As long as her hair stayed healthy, she could not care less about the color. But some of what Mr. Ballstrom and the others were proposing seemed like too much.

“Excuse me,” Holly said. “Would you mind if I discussed this privately with my agent?”

“That’s not a problem,” Mr. Ballstrom said. “We’ll leave you the room. Connor, just give me a call with what you decide. Or, you know, if you have any further questions.”

And with that, Mr. Ballstrom and the other executives got up and walked out of the room. Holly was alone with her agent.

“Connor, what do you think?” Holly asked. “Are they asking for too much?”

“I’ve never seen a studio ask for something like this,” Connor said. “I have no frame of reference. Yes, this is crazy, but the pay bump you’re looking at is significant.”

“This is hard,” Holly said as she looked out the window with a thoughtful look. Had it just been the implants, she would have jumped have agreed. Oddly, it was the less defined requests that had her worried.

“This is all up to you,” Connor said. “The requests are legal. I checked them out myself. But it’s a lot of control to give up. You would basically be giving them control of your image. I don’t know that I could do that if I were in your shoes.”

“It’s all just temporary though,” Holly countered. “If it’s in the contract that they pay for the reduction at the end, even the implants would be temporary. And the rest of their asks, my hair, the fillers and whatnot, those are completely temporary. They’ll go away on their own eventually.”

“It’s up to you,” Connor said. “Normally I would advise against taking the deal, but mathematically it’s a good deal. It’s great even. It’s just unusual.”

“You know what?” Holly finally said, a smile coming to her lips. “I’m going to take it. You can call Mr. Ballstrom back in now. I’m ready to sign.”

Connor had his phone out a moment later. He dialed.

“Kenneth, it’s Connor. Holly wants to sign the contract. It’s a deal.”

Mr. Ballstrom returned minutes later with a stack of papers and a notary agent. Holly signed the contract.

Holly was not sure what she should tell the rest of the cast and crew about her new contract later that night at the cast party. She would have gladly shared the news, but she was afraid of what they might think of her and the deal she had accepted.

How much did she want others to know she had agreed to get implants for the show? As much as she was excited about the prospect, she felt shame over her decision. Breast augmentations were not exactly the hipster thing to do. And despite her adoption of the bimbo mentality on the set when she was in character, everyone knew it was just her way of acting. This decision, however, would bring that involvement into the rest of her life, the world outside the set.

Holly had no regrets about her decision. This was what she wanted. After spending the better part of a year playing a well-endowed woman, she was very much looking forward to being better endowed herself. But the stigma still existed, the stigma against plastic surgery, even in Hollywood.

“Hey, Quinton,” Holly said as they met at the drinks table. This was going to be Holly’s third drink of the night thus far. After spending the morning discussing and signing her new contract, she had spent her afternoon with a plastic surgeon discussing the work she was about to have done.

The augmentation was simple enough, although it felt strange to use photos of her on set as her reference for the doctor. It was even stranger having a studio executive there discussing the other procedures she would eventually need and mapping out a plan of getting them during the shooting schedule for the second season.

“I heard you signed a new contract today,” Quinton said. “Congratulations.”

Holly blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. It looks like I will have a slightly different hiatus than you and the rest of the cast and crew though.”

The words came tumbling out of Holly’s mouth before she had a chance to think about how she wanted to address the subject when the time came. Not that she had a lot of time. The surgeon had booked her into the operating room for Monday. She would be going under the knife in three days.

“Oh?” Quinton said, his eyebrows rising with surprise. “What’s happening?”

Holly sighed. “I’m going to have a breast augmentation to look more like Sammi. I won’t need to spend as much time in makeup all the time. Apparently the studio will actually save money. I didn’t know my prosthetics cost so much.”

“Wow,” Quinton said, his surprise turning to shock. “That’s a major development. Hopefully they are paying you for all this.”

Holly nodded her head. “They’re paying for the surgery and the reduction at the end of my employment. And I get a big salary bump.”

“I would hope so,” Quinton said with sympathy in his voice. “Obviously we’re all under non-disclosure agreements, but I understand entirely. At least this probably means you’ll get more screen time. They wouldn’t be paying you more for the same amount of time on screen.”

“I hadn’t really considered that part,” Holly admitted. “They said as much in our meeting this morning though.”

“Too getting a bigger role,” Quinton said, holing up his glass for a toast.

“Too a bigger role,” Holly repeated as she clinked her glass against his.

“I don’t mean to pry, but what’s next for you?”

Holly could not blame Quinton’s curiosity. She would have been curious herself, if she were in his shoes.

“I had a consultation with a surgeon this afternoon,” Holly answered. “My surgery is scheduled for Monday. Tonight is the last day I’m allowed to drink alcohol before my surgery.”

“You better drink up then,” Quinton said as he knocked back the rest of his cocktail.

Holly followed his lead. He was right. She needed to enjoy herself now before her life changed on Monday.

“Ugh,” Holly said Monday as she woke up from the anesthetic. Her whole body seemed to hurt in one way or another. Her stomach was queasy, her head pounded, and her chest felt like there was a boulder sitting on her chest.

“Oh, good,” came the sound of the attending nurse. “You’re awake. Is there anything I can do before I fetch the doctor?”

Holly’s eyes flitted up to see the nurse. She wore green scrubs and had her hair tied up in a short ponytail. For a moment she realized she could not remember why she was there. Holly realized this was a hospital or doctor’s office, but she could not remember what she was doing there or why everything seemed to hurt.

“What happened?” Holly asked, worried that she had been in some kind of accident. It was never fun to wake up in a hospital bed.

“Oof,” the nurse said. “That anesthetic can be a big gut punch sometimes. You’re at Dr. Hartley’s surgery practice. You just came out of surgery for a breast augmentation. The doctor did fine work with you. They should turn out exactly as you wanted.”

Memories of the previous few days came pouring back into Holly’s mind. There were the events of Friday, the contract meeting, the surgery consultation, the cast party. Then there was the rest of the weekend. Holly could remember calling her mom to share the news. To say her mom was not happy with her decision to get implants for her job would be an understatement. She was nearly exiled from the family right then and there.

Thankfully, cooler heads eventually prevailed. Holly had not been cast off by her family, but it was made clear they did not approve of Holly’s choices. Then again, Holly had to remind herself that her family rarely approved of her choices. Moving to Los Angeles to begin work as an actress was one of those decisions. And thus far, it had paid off. Holly had steady work on a television show with ratings high enough to warrant renewal by the network and a pay bump from the studio.

“That’s right,” Holly said, her body relaxing. She had not realized how tense she had been when she woke up.

Holly raised her head just enough so that she could see the mounds that were now supposedly her breasts. She still could not believe what she had agreed to, but she was happy that she would be able to fill out her tops better in the future. She would need to go shopping when she was healthy enough to do so. At the very least, she would need new bras. Her old ones had no hope of fitting her new assets.

“If it’s all right with you, I will go get the doctor now,” the nurse said. “He will want to talk to you now that you’re awake.”

Holly nodded her head. The sound of her own voice was enough to make her wince from her headache. She felt hungover, even though she had not had a drink since the cast party. She had been hungover from that too. Holly was not sure which she thought was worse, waking up Saturday morning after a night of drinking or waking up Monday afternoon after breast augmentation surgery.

“The nurse tells me you’re awake now,” Dr. Hartley said. “That’s good.”

Holly looked toward the door to see the silhouette of the surgeon who had operated on her. The one disappointment in all of this was how Holly had not had the opportunity to shop around, to have consultations with multiple doctors. The studio had chosen Dr. Hartley. Luckily, as far as Holly could find, he did good work with almost all positive reviews. And the negative reviews were of the sort that no one paid them any mind.

“My guess is you’ll get to go home by the end of the afternoon,” Dr. Hartley said as she approached Holly’s bed. He picked up the chart and began to read. “Yes, these are good signs. You may be my most accurate work yet. It’s not often I am able to make fictional breasts become a reality.”

Holly could not help but notice how Dr. Hartley used the word accurate instead of best. She would have preferred to hear the word best. But then again, accurate was not a bad thing. After all, she needed to satisfy a particular look. She needed to have her breasts perfect for when filming began for the second season near the end of the summer. In the meantime, her only responsibilities were to heel and eventually get back to a fitness routine that would keep her in shape to continue to play Sammi.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Holly said through gritted teeth.

“Hmm,” the doctor said. “How much pain are you in right now?”

Holly explained her symptoms. The doctor examined her chart.

“Oh my,” Dr. Hartley said. “It appears we missed your first dose of pain killers. No wonder you’re in so much pain.”

The doctor jumped into action, first calling for the nurse, and then collecting and administering the drugs himself.

Moments later the pain began to recede. Holly drifted off onto a pleasant cloud, her body still awake, but her mind lost in a haze. She experienced a moment of panic at her loss of control, but even that seemed to disappear as the drugs took hold.

“Thanks, Doc,” Holly slurred as she began to drift off toward sleep.

Before she lost consciousness, Holly realized how similar her drug induced state felt like her time acting like Sammi, like a bimbo. As she fell asleep, a smile formed on her lips. She was going to enjoy the new her.

“How are you feeling?” Connor asked over the phone.

Holly took a moment to collect her thoughts. Her agent had been calling frequently, several times per week in fact, to check in on her. She appreciated his concern, but was honestly beginning to wonder if he had ulterior motives. He had never been this involved with her before.

Then again, he had never had a client who had gone so far for a role. There were actors who would lose or gain wait, of course. And the fitness requirements for some action movie roles were immense. But even with those considerations, how many women underwent breast augmentation to play a specific part.

“About the same, Connor,” Holly finally answered. “Things haven’t changed since when you called two days ago.”

It was a month after Holly’s surgery and her life was finally returning to normal. Somehow, despite the earlier tabloid interest, she had been able to avoid the news since then. She knew those tabloids would go crazy if they found out she had surgery. The scandal would be even bigger if anyone found out why she had gone under the knife.

Holly had spent her morning at the gym. Her workouts had needed to change following her surgery. There were certain activities she now found more difficult. Running was chief among them. Her breasts bounced too much when she ran now. Even wearing multiple sports bras did not stop the vertical motion from shaking her body and causing pain. Luckily, Holly now had a personal trainer to design her workouts for her. It was another perk of being an actress in Hollywood.

“Have you given any thought to what we talked about last week?” Connor asked.

Holly sighed. “Yes, Connor, but I don’t know that it’s a good idea. Social media can be so toxic. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to get involved.”

“Holly,” Connor said. “I’m serious. You need to do this. Remember my contract with you is up in another month. If you don’t start taking your promotion seriously, I will make sure it’s written into our new contract. And I can guarantee other agencies will do the same if you decide to go shopping.”

“What do I need to do again?” Holly asked.

“Get your accounts set up,” Connor said. “We can meet next week to discuss a content plan. Some of it will be on you, but I don’t want you to worry about feeling overwhelmed with it all. My agency will help you with the content. That’s what we’re paid for.”

“Fine,” Holly said, annoyed. She knew Connor was right, but she did not want to give in. The problem was, she knew she could not win. “I’ll set up the accounts. Just let me know when you want me at your office.”

Holly threw her phone onto her bed. She wanted to scream. Her recovery from surgery had not been easy. Her pain was now gone, but it had lingered for weeks. Now she was being pushed into creating social media accounts for herself. It was something she had always avoided.

Social media felt so fake to her. It was filled with people showcasing some tiny part of their lives and trying to convince others how great they had it. It was a shallow sham.

Not that Holly felt like she was in a position to complain. She played one of those shallow women on television. She was vaguely aware of how her character had become a role model for some women. She made the bimbo lifestyle look glamorous and fun.

Worse, Holly was beginning to regret the boob job. Her regrets were morally based, knowing she had a growing influence in the world. Would young women get implants to be more like Sammi? Holly hoped not, but she had no idea. Social media would only grow her audience of susceptible women.

The problem with those regrets became apparent anytime Holly looked at herself in the mirror. Or anytime she looked down, for that matter. The fact was, Holly loved her body. She loved her breasts. Yes, they were fake looking. Her breasts no longer hung like tear drops. They were big and round. The fullness at the top left her looking like she was wearing a bra, even when she was not. It was a permanent feature of her implants.

And it did not take a very long look at her reflection before Holly began to get wet. She did not just like her new look, she found it sexy and arousing. Her fingers had been getting a workout. So too had her growing collection of dildos and vibrators.

It would not have been as bad if she had a boyfriend. However, Holly was single and she was not about to cause a ruckus by going out to a bar, even one without paparazzi, to pick up a man. That was not who she was, even if the idea seemed appealing some nights when she was in the middle of a sexual haze. She was thankful she had more self control than that.

It did not take long for Holly’s newly created social media accounts to take off in popularity. Then again, it helped that the Back Together social team had pushed her accounts, welcoming her to the various platforms she had signed up for.

It was a coordinated effort to grow her popularity and as far as Holly was concerned, it was working. When her first photos began to appear online, she had already had her breast surgery, obviously. But she had also had her hair dyed. It was not as long as her wig she used in the show, but that did not matter much. With a little bit of makeup, she looked just like Sammi.

And as it so happened, much of the content Connor and his team helped her create, had her looking a lot like the character she played on television. Her photo shoots put her in skimpy clothes. She often wore a bored, but dumb expression in her photos that popularized the idea that maybe she was not as smart she really was.

Despite how she portrayed herself on social media, Holly was surprised at how much positive feedback she got. It was not just the likes and the views she received, but the positive comments as well. Yes, there were plenty of men who seemed to go gaga over her expanded assets and even a few who requested she post photos of certain parts of her body to satisfy their fetishes. But the overall tone of most of the comments were positive. She did not receive nearly as much hate as she had expected.

As Holly’s following grew, she found herself spotted on the street more and more often by fans. Young adults, women in particular, would ask her to take a selfie with them or for her autograph. It was the first time in Holly’s life that she felt famous. And she liked it.

Outside of her time a the gym, Holly had little to do during her days until filming started up again. Normally she might have taken this opportunity to travel, but she felt like her life was in a little bit of limbo as she continued to heal from surgery and awaited the possibility of additional procedures. The scripts of the new season were still being written, so it was unclear what she would need to have done and if any of it would need to be done before filming began.

Most of Holly’s social media was actually handled by Connor and his team. She would check in on it regularly to make sure it continued to have an acceptable tone. Holly was deeply afraid someone might use her boob job as a platform to encourage others to have it done. She was glad she did it, but she did not want to push others to do the same if they were not ready for it.

However, Holly would post something from time to time. One of her photos had been captioned with an inspirational quote by one of the people who ran her account. It was a completely normal post, as far as Holly could understand. But there was a man, of course it was a man, who commented negatively.

“That’s too smart for a dumb bimbo like you,” the user had written. “Go to the kitchen and make me a sandwich. That’s where you belong.”

Holly had been able to ignore the few negative comments she had received, but this one got to her. She did not know why. She felt the need to respond.

She signed into her account and typed out her response. “I am not a bimbo. I just play one on tv.”

The original commenter did not respond, but others did. Some supported her, emphasizing that actors and the characters they play are different. Others were less supportive, actively questioning what was wrong with being a bimbo.

“Bimbos bring love and happiness into the world,” one commenter wrote. “That seemed like a good thing to me.”

Within an hour of Holly’s social media comment, Connor was on the phone with her. The passwords had been changed and Holly had been removed as an authorized user of her own accounts.

“That’s not what I want you using your accounts for,” Connor had told her. “We are trying to increase your popularity. That’s hard when you make polarizing comments. For the time being, I want you to let us handle your image. Don’t worry about anything. Don’t let the assholes get to you. We’ll handle them for you. You just focus on getting ready to play Sammi again. That’s your job. You just need to let me and my team do our jobs.”

“Okay,” Holly said, annoyed. She knew she was not going to win. It was just one more thing out of her control.

The room was silent as Holly walked in for her first read through of the new season. It had not been moments before. She had heard the loud conversations from the hallway. Everyone fell silent the moment she walked into the room, everyone’s eyes on her.

Holly was growing used to people looking at her. It had become common with her new look. The large breasts and platinum blonde hair signified much about the type of woman she was, even if it were just for an acting part. Most people would not know who she was on the inside unless they took the time to get to know her.

Most of the cast and crew already knew about the changes Holly had made to better fit the part. Many of them had complimented her on her dedication. They had even followed some of her social media accounts. However, they had yet to see the new Holly in person. This was her debut to her coworkers. And none of them could look away.

Nothing about Holly’s clothing would have screamed bimbo like her character Sammi. Despite her new assets and her subsequent need to go shopping, she was still very much a hipster at heart. Her acid wash jeans were tighter than she used to wear. Her loose blouse just a little shorter and with a deeper neckline did little to hide the new and larger size of her breasts. She wore a red and black flannel shirt over the top, leaving all the buttons undone and hanging off her left shoulder. Her boots had a modest heel, which was higher than she would have worn a year earlier.

But despite her clothing choices, the changes to her appearance were still obvious and everyone in the room craned their necks to get a better look.

Holly smiled inwardly as she walked across the room to her open seat. Her breasts bounced and bobbed with each stride, partly because of the heels she wore, but mainly that was just how her breasts moved now. She held her head up with confidence. It was a confidence she only had found since her surgery.

It had been an expected response. Holly knew she looked good. She had spent her recovery period practicing makeup techniques and generally learning how to make herself look better. Had her coworkers ignored her entrance, she would have been disappointed. Holly had found she liked it when people looked at her and she played to that more and more.

The one question Molly had was whether her slight tardiness had been intentional or not. She never would have made the rest of the cast wait for her, or so she believed. But deep down she knew she would make the biggest impression on everyone if she was just a couple minutes late, a fashionable lateness to make sure all eyes were on her. Whether the decision was a conscious one or an unconscious one, it had the desired effect. Holly was the center of attention and she loved it.

Not that Holly wanted to delay their work. As soon as she sat down she was all business. She picked up the script book in front of her and opened it to the opening page. She sat up straight and looked toward the producer, waiting for him to begin their first read through.

“Well, that was interesting,” the producer said quietly before raising his voice to address the group. “Welcome back for season two of Back Together. We have everyone here, so let’s open up our script books and get started.”

* * *

Holly had found it easy to return to her persona of Sammi. The moment she began to read her opening line in the sing-song voice she used for Sammi, the rest of her bimbo mannerisms returned. It felt almost natural and she realized she had missed the bimbo role. There was an odd comfort in acting like a dumb sexpot.

When it came time to actual filming, Holly cherished the extra time she had everyday. She no longer needed to spend hour after hour having her breast prosthetics applied.

Not that Holly could avoid makeup entirely. The look of Sammi still required an hour in the makeup chair everyday. But that was far less time than she had needed before. It gave Holly the feeling that she had a life.

As Holly’s new routine began to take hold, she found it easier and easier to slip into the role of Sammi and harder and harder to leave it behind when she left the studio each day. Once the additional procedures began, like lip fillers and botox injections, Holly found herself continuing her Sammi act until after she arrived home. She just had too much fun playing the happy and go-lucky bimbo.

Then one day she did not snap out of it. Holly went home after a long day on set. She kept smiling as she went about her normal routine, the whole time operating on autopilot, much as Sammi did in the fictional world of Back Together.

Instead of sitting down to read or studying the next day’s script pages, Holly poured herself a glass of wine and turned on the television to a reality show she had never seen before. The wine might have been normal, although Holly only drank on rare occasions, but the television watching was a rare event. Watching a reality show was even more rare. Despite working as an actress, Holly did not necessarily follow the popular trends of television viewing.

Then again, there was a reason Holly had adopted the hipster style. She saw herself as someone outside the mainstream. She was independent and enjoyed highlighting her differences. That might have been contrary to who Sammi was, but Holly had always viewed it as acting a part.

However, with Holly still locked in bimbo mode from her day on set, her interest in more independent activities had diminished to near zero. Instead, she passed the time by letting herself fully live in the moment. In this case, it meant getting herself drunk on a bottle of wine and watching trashy television until her fingers began to roam her body and drive her to the first of several orgasms for the night. The whole time she masturbated to the image of her own body, fantasizing about her next steps as her lips would continue to get plumped up throughout the season.

That first night spent in bimbo mode, as Holly would think about it later, was not the last time she would let her work role bleed over into her personal life. It was not a consistent occurrence, but it began to happen more and more often.

“What the hell happened this weekend?” Holly asked herself as she woke Monday morning. She felt groggy and out of place. Moments later, as her memories from the weekend began to return to her, she exclaimed, “What the fuck did I just do?”

The weekend had started on Friday with a conversation with Quinton. She had always seen him as a nice guy and a talented actor. She was lucky to work alongside him and had learned a great deal from him.

“Holly, can I talk to you for a second?” Quinton had asked as Holly walked down a corridor toward her dressing room. Still in bimbo mode from her final scene which finished filming only a few minutes earlier, she had been looking forward to a little self-play as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

“Um, sure,” Holly chirped in response. She stopped and turned toward him.

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink tonight,” Quinton said. “We don’t really get to talk much outside of work. I think it would be nice to get to know you better.”

“Aren’t you the sweetest thing,” Holly said cheerfully. “I’d love that. Just let me change out of my costume and I’ll be ready to join you.”

“That’s great,” Quinton said, almost surprised Holly had said yes.

“I’ll be right back.”

Holly entered her dressing room and began to change into her normal clothes. She ended up leaving her makeup on. She liked its boldness and sexiness. The pink lipgloss on her enhanced lips looked especially fetching.

When Holly reappeared, she wore a pair of tight black leather pants and a pair of stiletto sandals. The combination helped to highlight the work she had put in at the gym. Her squats were paying off with a well-rounded bubble butt.

However, as sexy as her pants and heels made her look, her top looked even sexier. She wore a black bra that only served to highlight her large assets instead of hide them. Her top was a white lace number with a wide neck that would easily slip off a shoulder if she let it. The lace material covered less area than it revealed, leaving large amounts of skin exposed.

“I’m, like, all set,” Holly said. “Where do you want to get a drink?”

Seeing Holly dressed like this, Quinton could not help but grow hard. He had seen her in plenty of revealing outfits before, but always in the context of the show. It seemed there were more and more scenes being added that took place at the pool or the beach. He knew it was just an excuse to put Holly in a bikini.

However, seeing her dressed as she was, Quinton was forced to think hard on the best place to go. He had figured a local bar would be fine, but seeing her dressed like she was, he knew what kind of attention from paparazzi she would generate if they went someplace public.

A bold idea formed in his head as he thought through his options. “How about at my place?” Quinton said. “I’ve got a fully stocked bar and some nice couches to relax on.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” Holly said. In her bimbo mode, she saw no issue with joining her coworker for a drink at his house. It seemed like a great idea to her.

“Maybe we can even order takeout or something.”

“What are we waiting for?” Holly asked. Her bimbo mindset had found something to lock onto and she was going to fixate on it until it happened.

Holly drove her own car to Quinton’s house. It was a nice house in the hills. He had a pool. All of it was better than the apartment Holly rented. She had yet to upgrade from the apartment she first started renting when she arrived in Los Angeles. Part of that was because she liked her little apartment, but she had also been spending far more of her money on clothes than she wanted to. Her body had changed too much to continue to wear her old clothes all the time. And sometimes shopping at vintage stores was expensive, definitely more so than back at home.

Holly arrived at Quinton’s house a few minutes after him. In that time he had put some cheese and crackers on a platter and opened a rose wine for them to drink. He greeted her at the door with a glass in hand.

“Thank you so much,” Holly gushed. “I love your house.”

“Just wait until you see the inside,” Quinton answered as he ushered her through the front door.

The pair retreated to the living room and chatted for a little while as they snacked and drank. It did not take long for Quinton to realize Holly was still using her Sammi persona. He honestly figured she would answer to either Holly or Sammi at the moment.

Nor did it take long for Holly’s thoughts to turn sexual. That was a frequent occurrence when she brought the bimbo persona home with her, but that had always meant she masturbated at home. This was the first time she had taken the bimbo persona out and for the first time she found herself in the mood for a hook-up.

When it came time to start discussing dinner options, Quinton left the living room to grab a few takeout menus to help them decide. Holly did not know why she did it. She acted on instinct. Her body dropped to its knees, waiting for his return.

“Um,” Quinton said, unsure what Holly was doing.

“I figured I could keep myself busy while you decided on dinner,” Holly said. “Come sit down and let me show you.”

Quinton hesitated for a moment, but he did not delay for long. He sat down in front of Holly and let her go to work. Her nimble fingers quickly freed his straining cock. It sprung up and nearly hit her in the face. She had not expected him to be so big.

“You just decide what we’re going to eat while I help you with this problem,” Holly said before she began to lick at the underside of his cock. It bobbed with surging blood as he grew harder.

There were moments after Holly wrapped her lips around Quinton’s cock that she began to wonder if she should be doing this. Her real personality kept trying to resurface, but its negative thoughts were no fun to think about. It did not even matter that she had only sucked one cock before, back when she was in college and was trying to help celebrate the birthday of a guy she liked. She had not done it since.

It was a wholly subservient act. Holly received no direct pleasure, but that did not seem to matter. She derived pleasure from the act of giving it. She enjoyed it too.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Quinton said. He could not help himself. He never would have known the women kneeling between his legs had so little experience. With her plump lips and enthusiastic efforts, he was ready to cum in no time.

“I’m gonna cum,” Quinton practically roared as he took Holly by the head with both hands and pulled her deeper onto his cock. He pressed into her throat as the first ropes of cum surged through his cock.

Holly was nearly overwhelmed by the moment. She pulled back just enough so that the rest of his hot white seed would flow into her mouth, giving her the chance to taste it. That had been something she had never previously done. Her one and only previous blowjob had resulted in a facial, of which she was not a fan.

Now, however, getting a chance to taste Quinton’s seed was more than she could have imagined. The flavors danced across her tongue as she continued to milk the man for everything he had. She did not just like giving head. She actually loved it.

“Yummy,” Holly said when she finally pulled off Quinton’s cock and swallowed his salty deposit. A small rivulet of cum had escaped her lips and clung to the corner of her mouth without her realizing it.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Quinton admitted. “You didn’t have to.”

Holly looked up into Quinton’s eyes with endearment. “I wanted to. I don’t know, I just, you know, like, wanted to.”

The truth was she had no idea why she did what she did. Holly had not acted so impulsively since she had kissed Quinton on set at the news that Back Together had been renewed for a second season. This, however, was a giant leap up compared to an unintended kiss.

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Quinton said as he experienced both satisfaction and embarrassment at how his invitation for drinks had thus far played out.

“So what do you want for dinner?” Holly eventually asked. “I bet whatever you choose will be delicious.” She was having too much fun drinking and sucking to want to think critically about dinner or make any other kind of decision. She much preferred to turn off her brain and go with the flow, whether that was Quinton telling her what to do or her own body. She would go with the flow and embrace her significantly lowered inhibitions.

As it turned out, that was not the end of the sexual fun for either Holly or Quinton that weekend. Holly stayed the night. They had sex. It was hard, fast, and raw. Holly did not care that she was sleeping with her coworker. She was having fun and it turned out Quinton was just as good as giving pleasure as she was. Holly had never cum so many times in one night.

And it was an experience that did not end after one night. Holly did not make it home until late Sunday night. She spent the entire weekend at Quinton’s house, the whole time in bimbo mode. At the time, it had been fun and definitely sexy. The most complex thought she had the entire weekend involved if she should wear anything when she went swimming in Quinton’s pool. She easily chose to swim in the nude. It turned out skinny dipping was fun too.

By Monday morning, however, Holly was less than enthusiastic about how she had spent her weekend. It felt like a betrayal of herself. She nearly considered quitting the show right then. Let them figure out a way to replace her. They could always have Sammi leave with some one-time character who she clearly had sex with off screen. As a bimbo, that would be easily understandable.

Not that Holly quit. She loved acting and quitting a show after she had put so much into it already would have been career ending. No, she went in and she went right back to bimbo mode so that she could successfully act the part of Sammi.

As the mid-season break approached, Holly found herself more and more often bringing her bimbo persona home with her. She eventually decided upon what she believed to be the reason for her increased bimbo time. It was a matter of her appearance.

There was no longer any difference between the woman Holly saw in the mirror at home and the woman she saw when her makeup was finished at the start of her day on set. The only difference was in the clothes she chose to wear. And even those had more similarities now than they once did.

There were times when Holly worried about this. She was spending more time playing the part of a brainless bimbo. In her more lucid moments, she knew it was not true. She was not a bimbo. But the visual reinforcement she constantly received, not to mention the way people seemed to naturally treat her, made it harder for her to explain it all away.

It did not help matters that Holly had become more recognizable on the street. She looked so much more like her character than she used to. People were always coming up to her now and wanting to take selfies with her.

“Play up the part,” Connor had told her when she called, asking about how to best handle the situations she now found herself in. “Make a duck face, kiss for the camera, do something that Sammi would do. That’s what your fans want from you.”

Holly had not been thrilled with the advice, but she had been the one to ask for it. And following through with her agent’s advice had not severely impacted her any. In fact, the fans she interacted with seemed to enjoy it more.

“Be the brainless bimbo,” Holly would remind herself sometimes when she was approached. She would then smile as best she could and make nice for the camera.

As the season had thus far progressed, there had been physical changes for her character. There were the lips and other facial fillers as well as a round of botox injections. None of them were actually performed on camera, but their additions had been written into the script and shooting schedule.

By the time the mid-season hiatus had arrived, it felt as if Holly could not move her face at times. Even the act of smiling had become difficult. The duck face or kissy face were much easier expressions to make.

But none of that compared to some of the antics Holly got up to off set. That first weekend together proved not to be the last. Holly would let her bimbo side takeover and enjoy time with her costar.

However, Holly did not just have eyes for Quinton. When she stayed in bimbo mode, she was much less choosy about the men and women she became interested in. All it could take was a look or a choice word to send Holly into a libidinous craze. She could be idly listening to someone speak and all of a sudden she was a wet and horny mess, just aching for relief.

It did not take long before Holly had made her way through the rest of the cast. They were the people she was closest to and it only made sense in her less than lucid states to add sexual fun and pleasures to her friendships.

Not that Holly kept herself just to the cast and crew when it came to her extracurricular fun. As she more and more often stayed in bimbo mode after a day on set, she would often find herself out at clubs and bars, dancing and enjoying herself. The fact she always seemed to find someone to either take home with her did not faze her. She was enjoying herself.

That had gotten Holly into the tabloids a few times. She had become a glutton for attention, posing for photographs when she knew paparazzi were about. Holly cared little for what the articles about her said. She just enjoyed seeing her picture in print.

But it was the social interaction that Holly found herself enjoying most. And it was with that in mind that she had made plans for her time away from work during the mid-season hiatus. Specifically, she had arranged to spend that time with Quinton.

Quinton had done most of the planning, happy at the prospect of spending more than a week with Holly. He knew they were not exclusive, but that did not stop him from enjoying their time together. There was something about the bimbo Holly that he had no idea he would like. It was as if she had successfully turned off her brain and instead listened to her body, letting it guide her. It was such a simple thing, in a way, but he found it incredibly attractive and arousing.

Quinton may have planned the vacation the pair were going to spend together, but Holly had chosen the location. They were headed to the Caribbean for more than a week of fun in the sun and sand. Holly planned to lay out in the sun, hardly ever wearing more than a bikini, and fuck Quinton whenever possible. It seemed like the perfect vacation. She could hardly wait to leave.

* * *

Months later and Holly had decided she had the perfect life. She had gone bimbo full-time. There were no more lucid moments where she returned to her old self. That woman was gone now, likely never to be seen again.

Had she thought about her transformation at all, she would have seen how she had gone from acting the part of a bimbo to adopting it. The only thing about her that had not changed was her preference for hipster fashions.

The third season of Back Together was set to begin filming in a few weeks when Holly made her way to her plastic surgeon. She was going to need a fresh set of fillers and injections for the start of the new season.

Holly had come to enjoy her visits with the surgeon. She always left feeling better about herself. Her entire world now seemed to revolve around her appearance. It was the most important part of her. Deep down, Holly knew she was only valuable for her body. She had shunned the rest of herself, embracing that which made her successful.

Adopting her bimbo life had led to some professional changes, however.

“I’m sorry, Holly,” her agent said over the phone. “The stage production of MacBeth isn’t interested in you.”

“Oh, um,” Holly started to say. Her idea of doing some stage work again had been a response to her lack of work before she got the part on Back Together. Connor had continued to float her name for stage parts since, but he never got any takers.

“But I did get you a part in a movie,” Connor said, not bothering to let Holly finish her thought. He already knew she had nothing worthwhile to say. She was too much of a bimbo for that.

“Ooh, what movie?” Holly asked excitedly. She bounced up and down, nearly causing her tits to leap out of her top. “Will it be sexy?”

Connor laughed at her second question. Sexy had become her goto. Even if she had not adopted the L.A. bimbo look he might have favored for her, she still looked mighty fine in her hipster bimbo outfits.

“Of course it will be,” Connor said. “Every movie you’re in is sexy.”

“You say the sweetest things,” Holly cooed.

“The movie is called Beach Babe Spies,” Connor said. “It’s the perfect part for a bimbo like you.”

“I love it when you call me a bimbo,” Holly said reflexively. She was vaguely aware that it was not a term she had always embraced, but it fit her so well.

Then there was the movie part. Holly did not know much about it, but she loved the title. Ever since adopting her bimbo mindset, she found getting serious parts beyond her. But playing bimbos like herself was so much more fun. She could just be herself and enjoy wearing skimpy and revealing costumes. The other bimbos she had worked with on set were alway impressed by her skill. Then again, it was pretty easy to impress a bimbo. Holly knew, since she was one.

“Look, babe,” Connor said. “I’ve got to go. I’ll send you the shooting schedule. I’ve arranged to have your scenes shot around your needs on Back Together. You’re going to be great.”

Before Holly had a chance to respond, the line went dead. Not that she was sad about it. She was happy. She had become a successful and famous actress. That was always what she wanted. If only she had known she would end up a bimbo too. But that was just icing on the cake as far as she was concerned.

As much as Holly wanted to celebrate, she had a date to get ready for. She was meeting Quinton for dinner at his place and she needed to select an outfit to wear. She was leaning toward a pair of acid washed shorts with the cuffs rolled up as high as she could get them. The shorts had a high waist that helped accentuate her hourglass figure.

Of course, with her tits and ass as big as they were, it was hard not to have an hourglass shape. She just needed to keep fit, which she was more than happy to do.

Those tits were easily on display in her cropped gray sweater. However, this sweater was unlike most that she wore. Rather than use a sweeping low neckline to highlight her tits and cleavage, this sweater used the reverse. The “neckline” started from the bottom hem where it was wide and narrowed until it reached her actual neck. The two sides were tied together in a crisscrossing pattern, revealing the fake nature of her tits.

That was actually the point. And it was impossible to wear a bra in such a top. Holly’s nipples, almost always hard, were clearly visible from beneath the fabric, poking up and tenting the thick fabric. Everyone who saw her would know about her near constant state of arousal.

Holly had kept her platinum blonde hair. She liked the lightness of it, even if it was less hipster than her outfits. Still, to help draw attention away from that fact, she sported a pair of thick-framed black glasses. They did not have any actual glass in them. Holly did not need them to see, but they helped complete the look. And they gave her an air of someone smarter than she now was. She had given up her brains so she could enjoy her better body, but Quinton liked it when she pretended to be smart. It turned him on and that, in turn, turned her on.

Holly had not set out to become a bimbo when she moved to Los Angeles to become an actress. But she became one after finding the part of her dreams. Now every day is like the best dream she could imagine.