Well-Stuffed Melons - Part 2 of 8
by Charlotte Dickles

SYNOPSIS

Just who was it who'd suggested the title for the next performance of the amateur dramatic group? Because when the lead actress drops out, it leaves a vacancy for a big-busted woman to prance naked on the stage, which nobody wants to fill. Fortunately, being a lead actress is not all work and no play.

The complete story has been serialised into eight parts which will be published at approximately daily intervals.

Author's Note: This story is a light-hearted, cross-dressing romp and contains various adult elements including adultery, heterosexual and homosexual acts, and humour. If reading about such themes is illegal or not to your taste, then please do not do it, or don't come moaning to me about it afterwards! It was first published on Fictionmania several years ago, and has now been modified. The first part, which sets the scene, is far longer than the other seven.

CHAPTER FIVE - I GET PROPERLY STUFFED

Next day, Louise took me to the shop in Seacombe, appropriately named Big Busts, which had supplied her Bustlet and she bought me my own Bustlet. It gave me breasts even larger than hers - incredible DDs. I was over the moon with them for a while, until my shoulders and back began to ache and only then did I appreciate what big busted women really had to go through - apart from all the offers of great sex, that is.

Louise also got me something called a Hiplet, which was a bit like a long-legged, flesh coloured control brief, with two exceptions: firstly, rather than slimming my hips, bum and outer thighs, the brief added several inches to them - essential, Louise told me, in order to get a woman's bottom-heavy shape and avoid looking top heavy. More importantly, the gusset fastened between the legs, and there was a pocket on the inside for my genitals to fit into. Louise then reached through my legs from behind and yanked the whole thing backwards.

"Ow!"

"Don't be such a baby," Louise said with a big grin on her face.

"If I was a baby," I said, "it wouldn't have hurt."

"Since you're able to joke about it," she said, "it's clearly not hurting too much."

When I thought about it, I realised she was right. There'd been a moment's discomfort and then it had been fine. I looked down and gasped. To all intents and purposes, it looked as if I had a hairy pussy.

"Most of Big Busts Hiplets have shaven pussies," Louise explained, "but I rather think Bramcombe is not quite ready to see that on the stage, don't you?"

I was dying to have a play with my new pussy, so when Louise suggested I wasn't quite ready to go on girlie shopping expedition, and that I should go and wait in the car and she'd go and get me some clothes I didn't disagree.

***

When we got back to my flat, Louise showed me what she had bought, including a whole selection of bras for me to try on to get the best fit. With a woman of my size, it appeared the most important aspect of a bra was not to show off the breasts to their best advantage, but to minimise their impact. My breasts were pulled around to the sides of my body, rather than being pushed out of the front. In compensation, they certainly relieved the pressure off the weight on my shoulders.

"For the next few days, I want to simply get you used to being a woman," she said, "so I've bought a few clothes just to get you going. They should make you look pretty inconspicuous - in fact just like an ordinary woman, who we can introduce to the others in the group tonight as your sister, and who can carry on your business during the day."

"You mean you want me to stay in character all the time? Is that really necessary?"

She smiled, tolerantly. "Of course, Charlotte."

(I smirked at the name she'd decided upon for my sister.)

"It's going to take you ages to get into character. You can't simply pop your clothes on and off, and expect to be convincing. We have to tell the others that your brother, Charles, has had to go away, but you're standing in for him. And you have to be a woman for the next eight weeks. Surely, you realised that when you accepted the role, last night?"

I didn't even bother to protest that last night I'd been drunk. For in reality, I knew two things: Firstly, that she was absolutely right. I couldn't expect to walk into the role of a convincing woman without working incredibly hard to get into the part. Secondly, I was aching to do exactly as she suggested - to live the life of a woman for two months.

The only problem was, I hadn't been able to masturbate in the car, and afterwards, when Louise left me in the privacy of my own flat, I couldn't do it there, either. With the sensitivity turned right up, it was simply too uncomfortable, and when I turned it lower, I could frig myself all day without reaching a climax. Clearly, it was something I was going to have to practice hard at.

***

"Hello Jane - Helen - Alan. Can you gather around." As our new Director, Louise had taken immediate control as soon as she and I had walked into the rehearsal room that evening - unlike Alan, who had always waited until everyone was present and had time to have a little chat about all the unexciting things they'd been doing since they last met.

"First of all, I'd like you to meet Charlotte, who is Charles's twin sister." Jane, Helen and Alan gave me friendly smiles, although in Alan's case it was more of an unbelieving leer as he stared at my protruding breasts.

"Alan, if your tongue hangs out any further it will touch the ground. Now say hello nicely."

"Please call me Charlie," I added with a smile.

They all came over, shook hands and we exchanged a few trivial words.

"Right, I'd just like to fill you in about what's happened since we met yesterday. The really great news is that I've managed to persuade Carol and Geoff to return to our midst."

"Well done, Louise," from Jane and Helen, and "How the hell did you manage that?" from Alan, whilst I looked as though it didn't mean very much to me.

"I think you'd almost convinced them, Alan, but they just needed a bit more persuasion," Louise said.

Not for the first time, I really appreciated Louise's style. She could so easily have taken all the credit. Instead, she was willing to share it for the sake of group harmony.

"They're going to turn up in a few minutes time," she continued. "I told them I'd sort out the casting issues before they arrived."

There was a sudden stiffening by Jane and Alan, no doubt preparing themselves for another bitter row.

"Don't worry, I think we've got a satisfactory solution, mainly due to Charles thinking about his sister," she inclined her head towards me, "who has accepted the unique opportunity of playing the role of Melanie."

There was a gasp from the others.

"Actually," I said with a quick smile, "Charles threatened to break both my legs if I didn't, but the result is the same. I agreed to do it."

"Great!" "Fantastic!" (I suspected Alan's "Fantastic!" was driven more by the size of my tits than anything else - the dirty bleeder!)

"The downside of that," Louise continued, "is that Charles has agreed to go to London to look after his sister's business for the next eight weeks, whilst she's helping us here."

A smirk spread over Alan's face, as I guess he realised there'd be no one keeping a brotherly eye on Charlotte, but Jane, the little bitch, said with an evil smile at me, "Well, that's no great loss then, is it? We wouldn't be in this pickle today if he hadn't messed up."

"That's not fair, Jane," Louise cut in before I could blow my top, "especially in front of Charles's sister. However, I'm really pleased that you feel it's no great loss, because it actually leaves us a man short. As we discussed on Saturday, Geoff is taking on Reggie's role, so Alan, now that you're not directing, I want to give you the more demanding part of Steve. Helen, you'll continue with Rebecca and Jane, with your skills, I'm sure you could take the role of Phil."

There was a moment's shocked silence, and then Jane said, "You want me to play a male part?" Another long period of silence, and then, "Wow!"

"Is that OK with you?"

"OK?" Jane was almost at a loss for words. "Why it's one hell of a fantastic challenge!" She pulled herself up square, thrust out her chest, lifted her shoulders, and pushed them backwards, letting her arms dangle as though they were heavy with muscle. "Now if you girls have finished discussing your hairstyles," her voice came out harsh, loud and aggressive, "can we fucking get on with things?"

There was a spontaneous round of applause, joined in by Geoff and Carol who had come through the door as Jane was speaking. Then we all went round shaking the hands of Geoff and Carol, and welcoming them back to the group, or in my case, introducing myself. When I came face to face with Geoff, he took one look at me, and his eyes opened wide, but not as wide as his mouth.

Shit! I thought, he's sussed me. "I'm Charlie," I said. "Charles's sister."

"Hello Charlie," he said, his eyeballs staring mesmerised at my chest. "Charles has certainly been keeping you a secret. I can't think why." When he stopped speaking, his tongue was left hanging out so far, I thought he might try to lick my nipples. Dirty little bastard! All he was interested in was my tits.

"I'm a bit concerned about appearing fucking naked," Jane spoke to Louise in her loud, male voice, which carried above everyone else's, and we all turned towards her. "I may have fucking small tits, but they're hardly packed with fucking muscle, and I think most of the audience might notice my fucking prick's missing."

"I've been thinking about that," Louise replied, "and I think I may have come up with a solution. There's a shop I've heard of in Seacombe. They manufacture realistic looking body-parts exactly for this kind of role. I think we should give them a try."

I almost let my mouth gape open. Hell, Louise was playing unbelievably close to the wind. She and I were wearing Bustlets, which no one else knew about; now Jane was going to get a Tarzan chest and dick from the same suppliers.

"Do you think that's wise," I asked. "Isn't there some restriction about how the final scene is played?" I left it vague - I didn't want to appear too knowledgeable.

Louise smiled. "I've been checking the wording of the restrictions on the final scene. It actually states that the pricks and balls of the three male characters, and the breasts and cunts - Bill Baker never minced his words - of the four female characters must not be concealed. Phil's prick and balls may not physically be part of Jane's anatomy, but they'll certainly be on full display. And I do think what we're doing here is fully in agreement with Bill Baker's intentions. Don't you agree Charlie?"

It was a debatable point, and I wasn't a lawyer.

"Well I don't." Helen was cross, standing up straight and pushing out her pointed tits to their full extent. "I think we're taking a terrible risk. We'll get an injunction placed on us, and then we'll be in real trouble."

"Well why don't I check with Bill Baker's agents?" Louise was not to be shifted. "Sound them out and see what they think."

There was a general murmuring of assent, although personally I thought it was better to keep the agents totally ignorant. Later, I found out that Louise felt exactly the same way and hadn't the slightest intention of alerting them to our performance!

***

So our rehearsals got underway. With so much time wasted to date, we agreed we had to work at it like mad, spending several hours every day privately learning our lines, and then meeting four times a week initially. Later, we would meet every day.

"Charlie," Carol said as we were preparing to depart at the end of our first session. "I feel I need a little more work on my part, and you probably feel the same. Why don't you come round tomorrow afternoon and we'll work at it together. And I'll cook a meal for the three of us, for when Geoff gets home."

"Well," I said, turning a face to desperately seek support from Louise, "Louise was suggesting that I go round to her place for personal tuition." The last thing I needed at this stage in my new life was to be in a one-to-one situation with a woman.

"That's OK, Charlie," Louise said with a smile (the bitch!). "I can't make it tomorrow, anyway. You two get some work in by yourselves. I'm sure it will be beneficial for you both."