Debra sat at her office, it was already noon. She was a sexy secretary but still looked very professional. She looked to be in her twenties despite boasting a age well into her late thirties. She wore dark brown stockings, high heels, and a very formal looking skirt and blouse. With her long flowing hair, and glasses that assonated her eyes, she was a knockout. But her career days were over. She worked for Jack for over fifteen years, so she knew what happened behind those two doors in the studio.

          One door was marked, shipping and receiving office, the other was labeled filming and recording. But she knew what happened in those rooms. She used to go into the door on the right labeled filming and recording. The door on the left however, was a door that was only ever a one way trip.

          "What's on your mind Debra?" The older gentleman asked.

          "It's nothing Mr. Thomas."

          "You know you've been working here for over fifteen years, you can call me Jack." He said with a wide grin.

          "Jack. I bet that isn't even your real name, but.. Jack your next client will be here soon."

          "Which one, the courier or the nobody?" He asked.

          "Aren't they both nobody's?" She joked. "It's the man dropping off the order of pharmaceuticals."

          "Ahh so the courier is here, well you know the drill Deb, just send him up to the door on the left."

          "I'm assuming I'm sending that Jessica girl to the door on right up the stairs then?"

          "That's why your my favorite Debra, I still don't see why you ever stopped filming with me." He said.

          "It was probably because that last three girls before me ended up going through that left door." She pointed.

          "Very smart Deb, but you know I'd never send you to work in the shipping office." He smirked.

          Jack Thomas walked over to the water cooler and drank a fresh glass of cold water from a paper cup.

          "So tell me Jack, what's the story behind these two people that are coming in?" Debra asked.

          "Ha ha, Debra, I thought You'd never ask." He smirked. "I guess you will just have to wait and see."

          "You always say that.."

***

          Hank woke up, his girl friend had already left. The bed was still slightly warm from her presence, but she was gone. Still this was no surprise seeing how she had to work today. Leaping out of bed, he made his way slowly to the shower. When he was done, he dressed in his courier outfit. He worked for a pharmaceutical company that delivered medicines to people's homes. He was of course a trained pharmacist, but times were rough, and he had settled on this job until something better came along. After all, those college bills wouldn't pay themselves.

          Hank arrived at his company, it was a stunning  -10 below out this morning, he wished nothing more than to be enveloped in his girlfriends warm embrace. Instead he was handed the keys to the delivery truck that always liked to break down, and even had a heater which didn't always like to work.

          After two stops, the trucks heater went out, bundling up, he proceeded to his next stop. The stop seemed rather odd to him, "what would a filming studio need with pharmaceutical drugs?" He muttered under his breath. Oh well he thought as he went to enter the large studio building.

          Stepping inside he couldn't help but feel overjoyed at the heated room. "Umm, I have a package here."

          "Yes please proceed up the stairs and take the door on the left."

          "What about the signature?" Asked Hank.

          "Do not worry, there will be someone in the shipping office to help you." Debra sighed.

          "Oh, okay, thanks." He started walking up the stairs with the package. "By the way."

          "Yes?" Debra looked up at the man.

          "What kind of filming do you do here?" He asked curiously.

          "All sorts sir, I'm sure you will see some of them." She said with a smile.

          "Oh, interesting, do you have a bunch of posters on the wall showing some of your studio's work or something."

          "Something like that." She smiled as he disappeared behind the door beyond the stairs. "So how long where you watching?"

          Jack Thomas stepped forward. "Well I had to make sure my actors look good, when will the star arrive?"

          "She should be here shortly, don't you have matters to attend to?" She asked as she looked outside.

          "Quite right Deb."

          "Debra. Mr. Thomas." She said sternly.

          "I'll be right back Debra, and don't ever lose that cheeky personality of yours. You still sell quite well you know." He said with a grin.

          Stepping outside Jack lifted his foot. "Ooops, I accidently stepped on something." He said with a laugh. "Oh well, I'm sure this courier has insurance on their vehicles." Lifting his foot back up once more, he wiped off the micro fragments of metal unto the snow that used to be a delivery truck.

***

          Jessica woke up as she was accustomed to, after all up until two weeks ago she had, had a job. Right now she couldn't even tell Hank that. Unlike Hank, she had not done so well in life, unable to attend college she had went from job to job. Up until she was fired, she had considered herself fairly lucky.

          She had worked her way up from a janitor, to a food prep specialist at an old folks home. The pay was decent, but of course the job was harsh. It was there she met Hank one day, delivering drugs to the elderly. Exchanging numbers and so on, eventually after several dates they were considered steady after a year or so, moving in together after only a few months of their relationship.

          But right now, she was failing herself and him. She needed to work, she was not someone who could live off her boyfriend. She needed to do something to help, rent was coming, food needed to be purchased. Then were was that. Something she had not told anyone yet, but would soon be found out. She was one weeks pregnant.

          Of course it might just be a inaccurate pregnancy test, but she had checked numerous times over the last few days. It was in the heat of this panic she had met him.

          A week prior she had been on the hunt for a job, she was depressed, she had just seen the results of her first pregnancy test. And here was this man, claiming to be a director, Jack Thomas. He wanted to offer her steady filming work.

          Seeing his card and the look on his face, she immediately refused. But a day later she hesitantly gave Jack a call and talked to a woman named Debra. Surprisingly the studio seemed to be well established. It was noted and prominent in the studio world, with lots of stars emerging from it. It seemed they found talents and brought them in.

          It was nothing she had ever expected, so today she was heading there at a little after noon.

          But of course she first had to get herself looking her best for her role. This included, new clothes, a trip to the beauty salon, and of course a trip to the nail care specialists. She had to steal her boyfriends emergency credit card to do so of course, but this gig was paying a lot of money she couldn't refuse.

          Arriving at the studio, Jessica walked in from the cold bitter air. "I really hope Hank can be warm today, he's got stuck with that shitty truck nearly every other day this week." She said under her breath.

          "Hello, do you have an appointment with us today, or are you delivering a package?" Asked the receptionist secretary.

          "Um, I'm suppose to see Jack for a role today in the studio."

          "Ahh is that so?" Debra eyed the woman. She didn't seem all that impressive, but Jack most have chosen her for a reason.

          "Yeah I don't deliver packages, my boyfriend Hank does though, but I imagine he would never come to a place like this." The young woman said.

          The receptionist smirked for a moment, like if she had had a realization. "Well if you wait a moment, you may speak with Jack." A buzzer sounded, and the sound of an auto lock disengaging could be heard. "Please fill these out as you wait," said Debra as she handed Jessica a few consent and payment forms. "Please proceed up the stairs to the third door on the right."

          Jessica grabbed the papers and went into the room.

          "So she's your new talent?" Debra glanced into the corner where the man named Jack Thomas stood.

          "Hey, Hey, Don't be like that Debra, I have clients with preferences you understand, ones which like irony and sadism sometimes.

          "So that courier from earlier really was her boyfriend then?" She asked.

          "If we had waited a little longer they might have been husband and wife, but I suppose that will never happen now Debra.." He looked at her, "You know you could still accept my proposal."

          She looked at him. "You know if I accept your proposal I might very end up in that left door, and we both know I'm not that stupid."

          "Yes of course my Deb." Debra shuttered.

          "Mr. Thomas I please ask you refrain from sexual harassment and name calling at work."

          "You're so mean Debra.."

          Debra smiled. "It's my Job sir."

***

          Jessica was feeling uncomfortable. The papers were not what she expected. She felt violated and lied to. The consent forms were for doing a porn role. Sure the pay was ludicrous, but she felt she couldn't go through with it. It was cheating against Hank no matter how she looked at it. Money be dammed.

          "Hello my name is Jack Tho...."

          "Good-bye sir." She said as she started to make a B-line for the door.

          "Wait, wait miss, please hear me out before you leave." Jack pleaded.

          "Why should I, I thought you were a decent film studio, not some porn studio!"

          "Listen, we respect all of our actors here, we provide good pay and demand nothing ridiculous of our actors that would make them feel uncomfortable."

          "No that's a lie isn't it, you'll pull someone like Shaq to plow me right?"

          "That's not it at all, our studio has put actors on top in the normal acting world, have you seen Natty Portmins? She started in this very studio!"

          Jessica's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Hasn't she been in like twenty block buster movies lead roles?" Her head was spinning. "How the hell has no one seen her films from this studio then!?"

          "We do fetish filming, single actor style, no Shaq to plow you. Our clientele is very select and they pay a high price."

          She looked at him. "Okay well that's a start, but how the hell does doing porn's at your studio have any effect in people's future careers?"

          "Well if your liked enough by our clientele, they have methods to push your recognition in Hollywood."

          Jack looked at his watch. "Listen miss, we have schedules to keep here, your free to leave if you wish."

          Jessica head was thinking hard, fetish acting for a small select group of clientele with links to big producers. It was like a dream come true for her young mind, she had been in the there's and art programs at high school, this might be her one and only chance.

          "Please recycle the forms in the shipping office before you leave miss, and have a nice day." Jack Thomas said.

          "Please wait, I'll do it, but I want to know what I'll be doing." Jessica whimpered.

          "Okay just head to the proceeding room and get undressed, only the cameraman and I will be watching."

          "Okay." Jessica said.

***

          Jack went back into the secretaries front room. "For a second there Debra, I thought we lost a good talent."

          "I'm still telling you she's not very pretty."

          "Well it's not your decision Debra, it's our clientele's. Of course they wanted something special."

          Debra looked at him. "It's always about what they want isn't Jack."

          "Yeah I suppose. Well I'm off to the Shrink room Debra." He cooed.

          Jack walked into the appropriately named room. On the floor was a box and a bunch of clothes. "Won't be needing these anymore." Jack tossed the pile of clothes down a chute labeled incinerator.

          Okay let's see here. Opening the box, Jack saw a bottle labeled magnesium citrate, as well as a bunch of hollow clear pill suppositories. "Wow my clients have some odd tastes."

          Looking further down on the ground Jack so a young shrunken man passed out on the floor. "Looks like our other actor is sleeping on the job, how naughty of him. Well he'll be awake shortly." Grabbing the tiny man, he carefully inserted him inside the fish oil sized empty capsule. "You know Hank, it's amazing they make pills like these." He checked the label of the pillbox.

          It read:

          Custom suppositories, using the latest pharmaceutical technology to allow custom herbal and other ingredient choices by the patient or doctor.

          "Yes I think Jessica is getting the perfect ingredient today." He said as he placed the sealed pill inside the shipping box.

***

          Jessica had just unfinished dressing. The room was chilly, and awkwardly decorated. It seemed she was to do a bathroom scene. The cameraman was still setting up, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. "This is all for Hank." She kept whispering to herself as a reminder.

          She was sitting with her knees against her chest. Doing her best to cover up, on top of the toilet she sat. Her long blonde her was falling over her shoulders partially covering her large tits. She was moderately thin and well endowed with muscles thanks to the hard menial labor she has done for the past few years at her multiple jobs.

          "Hello Jessica." Said Jack as he entered the room.

          "This is really embarrassing Jack." She said holding her arms around her knees.

          "Don't worry your gorgeous Jessica, besides I do this every day of my life, think of me like your doctor."

          "Somehow that doesn't comfort me at all." Jessica said embarrassingly.

          "Camera man, are we ready?" Jack asked.

          "Good to go director." He put his thumb up.

          "Try to be a little more professional Todd, or I will have you dismissed."

          "Yes sir." He said as he started working behind the camera.

          "Okay Jessica, here's the scene. You will be masturbating, and then taking a shit into that toilet, do you mind if we do close ups?"

          "That's it, seems kind of gross to me.." Jessica said.

          "Perhaps, but we are a fetish studio, you're free to leave if you want, but you won't leave with the money."

          "No, no, I'll stay. But I don't think I have to use the bathroom."

          Jack pulled a bottle out of a box and handed it to her. "Here drink this."

          "Magnesium Citrate?" Jessica looked puzzled.

          "It's a powerful and safe laxative, it will take a little bit of time for it to work though."

          "Okay." She said drinking it down.

          "One last thing." Jack handed her a small pill.

          She put it in her mouth.

***

          The last thing Hank had remembered was losing conscience in the hall way. "That's right I was attacked. But where am I now." Standing up naked, he could see his girlfriend naked, larger than life.

          Then he hit the ceiling, he was in free fall, in whatever this bubble thing was. He heard voices, as he regained his composure, right before seeing his girlfriends large molars.

          He crashed around as his vision went dark. This can't be happening he thought.

***

          "Wait." Cried Jack. "That's a suppository."

          She spit it out into her hand. "Oh, sorry, I almost swallowed too."

          "It's alright Jessica. Anyways, I want you to go ahead and play with yourself using that pill for a bit, then go ahead and insert it up your butt for us okay?"

          "Yeah I can do that." She said with much more enthusiasm and confidence then before.

          Jack didn't know what it was, but it always seemed eventually woman got looser in front of the camera, well eventually anyways.

          Jessica spread her knees apart. Her pussy was shaven the previous day for Hank, which made it shine in the overhead light. You could see the glistening precum sliding down her two lip walls. There was a hood which got immediate attention from two of her fingers, as the other hand holding a small pill was lowered to join it.

          Jack Gave his thumbs up. "Oh forgot to mention to you Jessica, if you lose that pill inside, it's okay, but try not to. It's really meant for your asshole."

          She nodded in response.

***

          Hank regained his vision as his bubble landed on the giant palm of his girlfriend. The sides of the bubble he was trapped in where covered in lots of saliva, further it seemed the bubble wasn't perfectly air tight, as a small amount of liquid had come in. "Dear God Jessica! Hear me! Let me out!" He yelled as he pounded on the bubbles wall. But it was to no avail, not only was he probably to quiet to be heard, she was talking to another giant man and wasn't even looking at him.

          Then Hank felt vertigo again as he felt the bubble fall what felt like fifty stories in an elevator. When he regained his footing he saw something which he instantly recognized, and wish he had not. "No don't put me in there!" He screamed unheard.

***

          Jessica was rubbing around her clit with the small pill. It went in circles and circles as she started to moan. Her other hand moved as if automatically to her breast. She pinched her tit, and you could swear you heard a tiny squeal from her. As a result of this, she started slipping her fingers into her now dripping hole. The pill was soon out of sight. Moving her other hand breast to breast she started inserting three fingers instead rapidly.

          She got up and turned around on the porcelain toilet. One hand was being used to stabilize her as she leaned on the top of the toilet. She gave a stunning ass view of her ass. The fluids from her pussy were dripping down into the toilet, some landing on the seat from her serious thrusting. She was so damn hot right now.

          Then it hit her, she scrunched back down on her knees, both hands on her stomach.

***

          Hank cried out as he was slammed into the wall of his bubble against his giant girlfriends pussy. He attempted to stand back up, but alas he was again thrust to the wall of his bubble prison. He started to get dizzy as he was rolled around inside his prison, screaming the entire time.

          Then everything went dark. He watched in horror as he was plunged again and again between the two swelling lips of his girlfriend. Eventually it was just dark, aside from the sudden shake now and then, it had become peaceful again.

          Then he started to notice something, one of his walls of his prison was dissolving and letting liquid in. "Fuck!" He yelled as he ran to hold back the fluids from getting in through the small hole that had formed.

***

          Jessica sat back down on the toilet holding her stomach and panting. "I think it's almost time, but I left the pill in my cunt."

          "Well that's okay Jessica." I said it might happen.

          "No it's not okay!" She said, holding on to her stomach in pain. "I want to stick to the script and scene!"

          "But it doesn't look like you in any condition to pull it out right now." Jack said looking at her hold her stomach.

          "You do it then!" She said as she lowered a hand spreading her vaginal lips with some effort.

          "Alright alright, do you want me to put it in you as well?"

          "No I can manage that by myself."

          Jack kneeled down and stuck his finger in her. Probing inside he felt the pill still intact. "You are lucky, seems it hasn't quite fully dissolved yet."

          Jack brought the glistening pill to his face, and smiled. "Would you wave for the audience goodbye to this pill Jessica?"

          "Huh, what? Yeah I guess, sure." Jessica waved at the pill, before snatching it from his hand.

          "Ugh." She wailed, as she struggled on the toilet. "This is going to feel weird."

          In one quick motion she pushed the pill up into her butt using her middle finger.

***

          Hank was fighting against the two holes that had formed in his pod, they were still only about an inch or so wide, but they were slowly growing. The liquid was already up to his waist, it was thick in aroma, like a cheap whore house, and was thicker and almost as sticky as maple syrup.

          Then he saw light. Experiencing some vertigo, he looked up to see a giant mans face, smiling, staring directly at him. "You son of a bitch! Let me out this instant!" Hank demanded.

          "Noooo!" He yelled as he was dropped into his girlfriends hand. Regaining himself he saw a hole, an abyss, a place much worst then previously before. "God, not in there!"

          "Please Jessica hear me!" It was dark as Jessica enveloped Hanks prison.

          The walls were less than a inch thick now, and a few centimeters at best in some spots, two new holes had erupted as he had been plunged inside the abyss. He could not plug all four holes, and a brown substance was leaking in. "Not like this! Jessica!"

***

          "Alright Jessica, you are doing great! Lets end with a good finish, I need you to try and climax for me as you release."

          "I'll... Ugh... Try..." Jessica responded.

          "Here use this." Jack handed her a finger vibrator. "Might also help shake up the ass and help you go."

          "Thank you Jack." She moaned.

          Placing the vibrator against her clit, she could feel it vibrating everything all the way to her ass, it was a powerful toy. Still her stomach was very upset. She could feel shit flowing into her rump.

          She couldn't take it, she was about to scream, the vibrator, the pressure from her butt, it all had to give. She felt cum flowing down her pussy, as she screamed. The shit slowly ran from between her legs. Then it gushed. She sat there for a whole three minutes or so filling the empty toilet bowl rather full.

          Jack handed her a roll of toilet paper, and she politely took it. "If your all set, go ahead and flush Jessica, you did great!"

          "I don't feel great, but I also don't feel terrible."

          "Well Jessica, you earned your money today."

          "Well now I got a good excuse to finally have my boyfriend try anal. He's never tried it before, and with that cleansing, I think I will be ready. Plus He will get to be nice and warm inside me." She said cheerily. "Also with all this cash, we can pay the next years worth of rent!"

          "I don't think I really needed to know all that Jessica, but I'm glad you're happy, and I'm sure he will be happy." He handed her, her clothes. "Come, let's go get you a shower, and then we'll finish up that paperwork."

***

          "So how was she Jack?" Debra asked Jack.

          "That's confidential, unless you want to go out back Deb." Jack smiled.

          "It's Debra, and my gig back there is over now, and I'm not going to work in the shipping office. Ever."

          "You're loss. So who's my next appointment?" Jack inquired.

          She stared at him. "Sometimes I think you like this Job too much."

          "Maybe I just like you? Why don't you accept my proposal?"

***

          Jessica returned home that night to a quiet house. The phone rang, it was her boyfriends employer, he was apparently missing on the job. That night Jessica worried a lot, and never slept. Days passed, police gave up, and Jessica moved on. At least Hank's memory will live on in Hank Jr, son of the famous actress Jessica Langer.