Monster in Backstage (Patreon)

I'm not usually a lucky guy. I have never won a raf fle, nor have I gotten an extra chicken wing in my meal. However, my luck definitely changed with the last job I got and for a true lover of breasts being an assistant in a po rn movie production company is almost a dream. Damn, I'd do this job for free if I didn't have to eat.

My job was to help with whatever tasks were needed: carrying equipment, cleaning up after a take, bringing the director a coffee or water for one of the beautiful actresses, and of course I had a privileged view of the action. Beautiful and overflowing breasts paraded before my eyes in every sex scene that was recorded.

Although I had already been working as an assistant for a few months, almost the entire production was focused on films with normal protagonists. Until one day, they announced that we would participate in the next project, called "Attack of the monster-girl".

As preparations were being finished, one of the stars arrived. I don't remember her name, but she was a very pretty girl, dark-haired, with long wavy hair and a slim, very firm body. I noticed when she arrived that she stretched her arm out several feet to get a glass of water on the table.

"She's a stretchy girl! I've never seen one before," I exclaimed.

"You may have seen one before, but since it's an easy mutation to hide, you just may not have noticed," the floor manager said as he moved some boxes.

"But I don't understand why they use a mutant who looks like a normal girl," I said, perhaps a little disappointed that the girl didn't have bigger breasts.

"When you see her co-star you'll understand," he said tersely.

After a few hours, they gave us a break before they started filming. I sat on a sofa in the room adjacent to the filming set. I was resting my eyes when I heard a female voice speaking to me.

“Excuse me, can I sit here?” she said. I looked up to see a pretty impressive mutant, almost two meters tall, horns, four legs, two pointing forward and two pointing back. Her four enormous breasts defied gravity, and, in her groin, a huge penis-like tentacle poked out between her legs. She was dressed in a gown that barely hid anything.

“Er… yeah, of course you can sit down,” I said awkwardly.

“Thank you,” she answered and raised her hind legs onto the sofa. Her back legs squatted on the sofa while her front legs sat up like a normal person. Her penis poked out in front of her front legs. She took out a script and began to study it.

“Is that the movie script?” I asked.

"Yeah. I like to review my lines before we start filming,” she replied without looking at me.

As she studied the script, I studied her form. She was possibly the most impressive mutant I had ever seen in person. She was pretty. Very pretty. Although her penis was quite intimidating, her breasts… her breasts were something from another planet. I could see her silhouette clearly even under her robe. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. I had to make an effort not to drool as I watched her.

Suddenly, and without warning, her penis moved like a tentacle, pointing towards my crotch. I know it sounds stupid, but it seemed like it smelled me.

"Hey, I’m sorry but…" I said trying to keep my composure.

She snapped out of what seemed like a trance as she read the script and quickly retracted her tentacle. “Oh, my apologies. When I focus too much on something it tends to move of its own accord,” she said.

"Really? It seemed to be stalking me," I replied.

"It's because you're aroused," she said nonchalantly, as if it was the most common thing in the world to be discussing.

"What?! Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Because my penis smells when someone is turned on,” she said. “Do you like futanaris?"

“Wha… I'm not aroused… well, maybe a little bit, but it's not because of your penis. I mean, I have nothing against futanaris,” I answered awkwardly.

“So, it's these?” she said as she pushed her robe back a bit to reveal one of her glorious breasts. Round, soft, warm, and with a beautifully pink nipple. I'm not sure what face I made, but she immediately covered herself with laughter.

"So, you're a breasts man," she giggled.

I liked the sound of her laugh. “Well… yeah, you found me out,” I said.

“You should have seen your face when I showed you my breast. And that was just one of four! I’m lucky that you didn't jump me,” she said still dying of laughter.

“Guilty,” I blushed and tried to hide the boner in my pants. At that moment, I felt a strange sound, like a wet tapping.

"Don't worry about hiding it," she said. "My vaginas have noticed it too and are soaking wet."

"V-Vaginas?" I asked her.

"Yeah, both of them," she said and winked to me.

I looked at her very surprised as my boss entered the room.

“Miss Hazel, I'm sorry, but the director will be a couple of hours late. He says that if you wish you can go home and come back later.”

"No problem, I'll wait here," she said. My boss left and Hazel stood up, walked to the door and locked it.

“Hey, have you had sex with a mutant before?” she asked with a mischievous look.

"No, not really," I said surprised.

"Would you be interested?" Her eyes were filled with list as she licked her lips.

"Well, be aware I haven't been with a futanari, and I don't think I'm ready to… well, you know."

She burst out laughing. “Of course, you're not ready, silly. I would kill you. Why do you think my co-star is a stretchy girl?”

"Oh! Yeah, that makes sense now," I said with relief.

She pulled her robe off revealing her four huge breasts. My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.

“But I'm sure you have enough equipment to satisfy everything else I have. Are you ok with having a bit of fun? Truth is my vaginas are going a little crazy smelling your arousal.”

“Wow… I mean, yeah, sure. So long as it doesn't mess up things with the movie."

“Oh honey, you don't know how powerful I am,” she said, smiling as she approached me.

God, I really love this job.