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Aubrey Plaza was sitting in a chair, a bemused expression on her face as she began to tell the wild tale. A peculiar sight: she was cupping her own, generously-sized breasts through her shirt, an action that seemed to bring a strange satisfaction to her as she started her tale.
"Um, so picture this. I'm on the set of this David Lynch movie. Yeah, THE David Lynch. And this isn't his usual trippy, mind-bending stuff, right? It's a comedy. Can you believe it? I'm cracking up just thinking about it."
The viewer, watching the spectacle unfold, could see the strange, amused look in her eyes as she gave her chest a light squeeze. It was an uncanny sight, especially for those who knew of the bizarre circumstances surrounding her situation. Her fingers traced the outline of her new endowment, a curious mix of disbelief and acceptance playing on her features.
"So the plot? It's this group of guys who find a magic book. Yeah, magic, in a Lynch film. I guess he was trying to mess with us. The book, right? It's supposed to be able to transform people. So they decided to use this authentic, historical artifact for the prop. It's like straight from the Natural History Museum or something. So very Lynch."
As the viewer watched, they could see Plaza pause in her story to adjust her shirt, her hands pulling at the fabric to accommodate her new size. It was almost comedic in a sense, the way her facial expression changed from one of amusement to mild frustration, but she continued her story with the same dry wit as before.
"Here's where it gets weird. In the script, these guys use the book to give my character – yeah, ME – these...well, let's just say, uh, very generously sized breasts. Like 34M. Yeah, they're supposed to be so sensitive, it's like she's in constant ecstasy or something. Barely functioning without, um, groping herself. Yeah, I know, right?"
There was a brief pause in her narrative as she took a moment to give her chest a soft pat, almost as if she was still trying to wrap her head around the reality of the situation. The viewer couldn't help but watch in silent fascination, drawn into the absurdity of the situation as much as Plaza herself seemed to be.
"But then, because of the freaking REAL magic book we were using, it actually happened. To ME. In REAL LIFE. Can you believe it? I couldn't. One second I'm normal Aubrey, then BAM! I'm suddenly hauling around these, uh, monumental mammaries. It was crazy, right?"
The viewer, watching her fondle herself, could see the stunned expression on her face as she detailed the transformation. There was a certain humorous, self-deprecating quality to her words, painting a vivid picture of the chaos that had ensued during the incident.
"The whole transformation thing, I mean, it was just...I can't even describe it. It was this rush of sensations, like someone turned the sensitivity dial up to a million. Imagine the weirdest, wildest rollercoaster ride you've ever been on, then multiply it by a hundred. That's what it felt like."
Once again, she gave her breasts a squeeze, the look on her face a curious mixture of exasperation and amusement. The viewer could see the strangeness of the situation wasn't lost on Plaza, her hands seemingly drawn to her chest as if to constantly confirm the reality of her new condition.
"I didn't even notice at first, not until the costume department started freaking out about my sudden change. I looked down and, whoa, there they were. I mean, these things were huge. Like, cartoonishly so. I had to reach up and...yeah, and then it hit me. The sensitivity they wrote into the script? That was real too. It was like, every touch was this flood of intense pleasure. It was distracting as hell. I mean, how was I supposed to remember my lines when I had these two, um, distractions?"
As Plaza went on with her story, the viewer could see her becoming more comfortable with the situation. Her hands occasionally brushed against her chest, each touch eliciting a quiet hum of satisfaction. It was clear that she was coming to terms with her new reality, however bizarre it may have been.
"And the worst part? The magic book didn't come with a manual. I was stuck with them. I mean, seriously? How's a girl supposed to reverse a magic boob job without instructions?"
It was an almost comical sight, watching Aubrey Plaza describe the challenges of her unexpected transformation. The viewer couldn't help but watch in amusement as she gave her chest a quick squeeze, her eyes rolling in exasperation as she dove back into the tale.
"So there I was, trying to figure out how to get back to my old self, while still having to perform. Can you imagine the bloopers from that shoot? I was supposed to be this serious character, but every time I moved, I had to, well, adjust. It was the most ridiculous thing ever."
As she continued her story, her hands would occasionally brush over her chest, each touch eliciting a small grin. It was an absurd situation, but there was a strange sense of enjoyment that could be seen in her expression, almost as if she was reveling in the sheer ridiculousness of it all.
"After that, I mean, every role was different. How do you play a normal character with these gigantic... assets? But, you know, that's acting. You just gotta roll with it. So, I did. I rolled, bounced, jiggled, you name it."
Finally, as her story came to a close, the viewer could see the humor in her eyes, a playful spark that seemed to echo the ridiculousness of her tale. She gave her chest one final, exaggerated squeeze before letting her hands fall to her lap, a satisfied smirk on her face as she finished her story.
"It was a wild ride. But hey, at least it made for a good story, right?"
Aubrey Plaza leaned back in her chair, her hands absentmindedly finding their way back to her chest as she began to recount the hilarity that ensued on set.
"So, about those bloopers," she started, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of her chest as a small chuckle escaped her lips. "It was...well, it was a mess. A hot, ridiculous mess. I mean, how do you expect an actress to keep a straight face when she's...distracted."
From the viewer's perspective, watching Aubrey Plaza casually play with her own breasts as she told her story was a sight to behold. Each absentminded touch, each fondle seemed to bring a quiet delight to her face, her words flowing in sync with her actions.
"Remember how I said these things were sensitive? Yeah, that was no joke. Just walking on set was a challenge. The fabric of the costumes, the movement, everything...it was like this constant stream of...arousal. I mean, I was supposed to be this serious character but there I was, constantly groping myself. I mean, what's a girl to do?"
As she laughed at her own predicament, the viewer could see her hands absentmindedly massaging her breasts. There was a sense of amusement in her eyes, each touch eliciting a soft sigh of satisfaction. It was clear that despite the absurdity of the situation, she found some level of enjoyment in it.
"Each scene was like navigating a minefield. I'd start off trying to deliver my lines, but then I'd, well... get distracted. And we're not just talking about a bit of squirming here. I'm talking full-on, can't-control-yourself kind of distraction. I was basically giving free tickets to the Aubrey Plaza pleasure show."
The viewer, watching her, could see how Plaza's hands kept returning to her chest, each fondle paired with a low chuckle. Each touch seemed to bring her pleasure, her fingers kneading her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. It was an interesting sight, a bizarre display that was somehow intriguing and entertaining in its own right.
"I mean, how are you supposed to keep a straight face when you're on the edge of, well, climaxing? Right in the middle of delivering a serious line, and I'd just lose it. I swear the sound guy got an earful more than once."
As she continued her tale, her hands never left her chest. The viewer could see the mixture of embarrassment and amusement on her face, each squeeze of her chest followed by a soft sigh. Her story was filled with awkward pauses and bouts of laughter, each one adding to the chaotic beauty of the narrative.
"I mean, imagine the outtakes. Me, standing there in the middle of a serious scene, just completely losing my composure. It was ridiculous. I'd start a scene completely in character, and then...BAM, out of nowhere, I'd just...peak."
There was a certain charm to Aubrey's storytelling. As she fondled her own breasts, the viewer could see the enjoyment she took in recounting her experiences. Each word, each touch brought a spark of amusement to her eyes, painting a vivid image of the on-set hilarity that ensued.
"Can you imagine the director's face when he had to call cut because I was...uh, a little too into my character? I don't think I've ever seen someone turn that shade of red."
It was clear that Aubrey Plaza was enjoying herself, her hands occasionally pausing in their actions as she laughed at the absurdity of her own story. From the viewer's perspective, her candidness added a layer of honesty to her words, painting a bizarrely intimate image of the experiences she had faced.
"But hey, we got through it. And even though it was a bit, uh, stimulating, we managed to make a damn good movie. And it sure as hell made for some interesting memories."
As Aubrey's story came to a close, the viewer could see the sparkle in her eyes, a look of satisfaction on her face as she gave her breasts one final squeeze. Despite the bizarre circumstances, it was clear that she had found a way to not only accept her new reality but also to laugh at it. It was a peculiar sight, a strange tale, but one that was undeniably Aubrey Plaza.
Aubrey paused her fondling, a sly smile spreading across her face as her fingers played with the edge of her shirt. She started to lift it, the shirt moving upwards to reveal her chest. The viewer watched, taken aback as the fabric rose, gradually unveiling the generous curves that had been a subject of her stories.
"So," she began, her voice even, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her shirt moved upward over her belly, "I guess it's time to talk about my next movie."
The shirt kept rising, her fingers lifting her breasts as it moved upwards. The view was as she'd described - exceptionally large, entirely out of proportion, but undeniably captivating. Aubrey's shirt passed over her nipples, a visible tremor passing through her as the fabric brushed against them. A soft sigh slipped from her lips, her eyelids fluttering in response to the sensation.
With a final tug, she pulled her shirt over her head, her chest now completely bare. Her hands returned to their earlier motions, fondling her exposed breasts with an air of nonchalance that seemed completely natural given the absurdity of the circumstances. The viewer watched as she began her tale, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident on their face.
Aubrey's hands didn't cease their movement, her fingers kneading and caressing her skin as she launched into her next story. "This one," she chuckled, her fingers lightly teasing a nipple into a stiff peak, "It's a horror-comedy. Think, zombies in a shopping mall. Sounds like fun, right?"
Her fingers continued their journey across the generous swell of her breasts, creating ripples in their wake. "So, I'm this badass zombie slayer," she said, her hands squeezing her breasts, a soft moan punctuating her sentence. "Only, in one scene, I had to slide down an escalator railing... and you can guess what happened with these new...distractions."
Her narrative paused, her hand's movements slowed as she gave her chest a soft squeeze. "I mean, trying to keep a straight face when you're about to climax? Yeah, not exactly the easiest thing to do."
There was a short moment of silence, broken only by Aubrey's soft laughter. "But hey," she continued, her fingers drawing lazy circles on her breasts, "at least it made for some damn good bloopers."
Aubrey, sitting there bare-chested and fondling herself, began to delve into more stories from the set, each one more ridiculous than the last. The viewer was drawn in, her vivid descriptions and the accompanying movements of her hands creating a truly mesmerizing spectacle.
"So, here's another one," she began, her fingers tracing the roundness of her breasts, causing a soft jiggle that seemed to echo her chuckling voice. "In this scene, I'm supposed to be going through this intense combat training. Dodging, ducking, and flipping. Now, you might imagine, these...girls...they didn't exactly cooperate."
She laughed, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing and kneading as if to emphasize their disobedience. "Every time I did a flip or a roll, it was like an avalanche in my chest. The sensation was...distracting. So much so that I ended up tumbling into one of the extras during a somersault."
The viewer could almost see the scene unfolding: Aubrey, tumbling around with two unruly distractions on her chest, turning an intense combat scene into a comedic disaster. It was a delightful absurdity, heightened by the sight of her casually fondling her own breasts as she spun the tale.
"Then there was the time when I had to do a dramatic dialogue scene with my co-star," she continued, her fingers lightly pinching a nipple, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she did so. "You know, one of those heartfelt, tear-jerker moments. Only, the damn costume department thought it'd be a good idea to put me in this lacy, super sensitive material."
As she described the situation, her hands roamed her breasts, fingers tracing the sensitive skin, bringing a quiet hum of pleasure to her words. "Just imagine trying to deliver a serious monologue when every tiny movement of lace against your skin feels like...well, like electric sparks coursing through your body."
Her hands never stopped their exploration, her fingers tracing and teasing, squeezing and kneading, adding a physical dimension to her words. The viewer was drawn in, the absurdity of the situation paired with the sensual display making for a uniquely captivating story.
"And my personal favorite," she said with a wicked grin, her hands pausing on her breasts, fingers lightly pressing into the pliable flesh. "I had this scene where I was supposed to be eating this 'zombie brain' prop. It was slimy, it was disgusting, and it was hilarious. But the moment I had to lean over to take a bite..."
Aubrey's hands suddenly squeezed her breasts, her eyes rolling back slightly as she recreated the moment. "My new assets decided to take a plunge into the plate. Distracting? Yes. Hilarious? Absolutely. But, you try keeping a straight face while you're on the brink of an, um, intimate peak, with a plate of prop brains on your chest."
Every word, every gesture, every expression served to paint a vivid picture of the chaotic hilarity that had ensued. The sight of her, telling her tales while fondling her own breasts, added an element of the surreal to the entire narrative, ensuring that it was a story that the viewer would not soon forget.
"Um, so picture this. I'm on the set of this David Lynch movie. Yeah, THE David Lynch. And this isn't his usual trippy, mind-bending stuff, right? It's a comedy. Can you believe it? I'm cracking up just thinking about it."
The viewer, watching the spectacle unfold, could see the strange, amused look in her eyes as she gave her chest a light squeeze. It was an uncanny sight, especially for those who knew of the bizarre circumstances surrounding her situation. Her fingers traced the outline of her new endowment, a curious mix of disbelief and acceptance playing on her features.
"So the plot? It's this group of guys who find a magic book. Yeah, magic, in a Lynch film. I guess he was trying to mess with us. The book, right? It's supposed to be able to transform people. So they decided to use this authentic, historical artifact for the prop. It's like straight from the Natural History Museum or something. So very Lynch."
As the viewer watched, they could see Plaza pause in her story to adjust her shirt, her hands pulling at the fabric to accommodate her new size. It was almost comedic in a sense, the way her facial expression changed from one of amusement to mild frustration, but she continued her story with the same dry wit as before.
"Here's where it gets weird. In the script, these guys use the book to give my character – yeah, ME – these...well, let's just say, uh, very generously sized breasts. Like 34M. Yeah, they're supposed to be so sensitive, it's like she's in constant ecstasy or something. Barely functioning without, um, groping herself. Yeah, I know, right?"
There was a brief pause in her narrative as she took a moment to give her chest a soft pat, almost as if she was still trying to wrap her head around the reality of the situation. The viewer couldn't help but watch in silent fascination, drawn into the absurdity of the situation as much as Plaza herself seemed to be.
"But then, because of the freaking REAL magic book we were using, it actually happened. To ME. In REAL LIFE. Can you believe it? I couldn't. One second I'm normal Aubrey, then BAM! I'm suddenly hauling around these, uh, monumental mammaries. It was crazy, right?"
The viewer, watching her fondle herself, could see the stunned expression on her face as she detailed the transformation. There was a certain humorous, self-deprecating quality to her words, painting a vivid picture of the chaos that had ensued during the incident.
"The whole transformation thing, I mean, it was just...I can't even describe it. It was this rush of sensations, like someone turned the sensitivity dial up to a million. Imagine the weirdest, wildest rollercoaster ride you've ever been on, then multiply it by a hundred. That's what it felt like."
Once again, she gave her breasts a squeeze, the look on her face a curious mixture of exasperation and amusement. The viewer could see the strangeness of the situation wasn't lost on Plaza, her hands seemingly drawn to her chest as if to constantly confirm the reality of her new condition.
"I didn't even notice at first, not until the costume department started freaking out about my sudden change. I looked down and, whoa, there they were. I mean, these things were huge. Like, cartoonishly so. I had to reach up and...yeah, and then it hit me. The sensitivity they wrote into the script? That was real too. It was like, every touch was this flood of intense pleasure. It was distracting as hell. I mean, how was I supposed to remember my lines when I had these two, um, distractions?"
As Plaza went on with her story, the viewer could see her becoming more comfortable with the situation. Her hands occasionally brushed against her chest, each touch eliciting a quiet hum of satisfaction. It was clear that she was coming to terms with her new reality, however bizarre it may have been.
"And the worst part? The magic book didn't come with a manual. I was stuck with them. I mean, seriously? How's a girl supposed to reverse a magic boob job without instructions?"
It was an almost comical sight, watching Aubrey Plaza describe the challenges of her unexpected transformation. The viewer couldn't help but watch in amusement as she gave her chest a quick squeeze, her eyes rolling in exasperation as she dove back into the tale.
"So there I was, trying to figure out how to get back to my old self, while still having to perform. Can you imagine the bloopers from that shoot? I was supposed to be this serious character, but every time I moved, I had to, well, adjust. It was the most ridiculous thing ever."
As she continued her story, her hands would occasionally brush over her chest, each touch eliciting a small grin. It was an absurd situation, but there was a strange sense of enjoyment that could be seen in her expression, almost as if she was reveling in the sheer ridiculousness of it all.
"After that, I mean, every role was different. How do you play a normal character with these gigantic... assets? But, you know, that's acting. You just gotta roll with it. So, I did. I rolled, bounced, jiggled, you name it."
Finally, as her story came to a close, the viewer could see the humor in her eyes, a playful spark that seemed to echo the ridiculousness of her tale. She gave her chest one final, exaggerated squeeze before letting her hands fall to her lap, a satisfied smirk on her face as she finished her story.
"It was a wild ride. But hey, at least it made for a good story, right?"
Aubrey Plaza leaned back in her chair, her hands absentmindedly finding their way back to her chest as she began to recount the hilarity that ensued on set.
"So, about those bloopers," she started, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of her chest as a small chuckle escaped her lips. "It was...well, it was a mess. A hot, ridiculous mess. I mean, how do you expect an actress to keep a straight face when she's...distracted."
From the viewer's perspective, watching Aubrey Plaza casually play with her own breasts as she told her story was a sight to behold. Each absentminded touch, each fondle seemed to bring a quiet delight to her face, her words flowing in sync with her actions.
"Remember how I said these things were sensitive? Yeah, that was no joke. Just walking on set was a challenge. The fabric of the costumes, the movement, everything...it was like this constant stream of...arousal. I mean, I was supposed to be this serious character but there I was, constantly groping myself. I mean, what's a girl to do?"
As she laughed at her own predicament, the viewer could see her hands absentmindedly massaging her breasts. There was a sense of amusement in her eyes, each touch eliciting a soft sigh of satisfaction. It was clear that despite the absurdity of the situation, she found some level of enjoyment in it.
"Each scene was like navigating a minefield. I'd start off trying to deliver my lines, but then I'd, well... get distracted. And we're not just talking about a bit of squirming here. I'm talking full-on, can't-control-yourself kind of distraction. I was basically giving free tickets to the Aubrey Plaza pleasure show."
The viewer, watching her, could see how Plaza's hands kept returning to her chest, each fondle paired with a low chuckle. Each touch seemed to bring her pleasure, her fingers kneading her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. It was an interesting sight, a bizarre display that was somehow intriguing and entertaining in its own right.
"I mean, how are you supposed to keep a straight face when you're on the edge of, well, climaxing? Right in the middle of delivering a serious line, and I'd just lose it. I swear the sound guy got an earful more than once."
As she continued her tale, her hands never left her chest. The viewer could see the mixture of embarrassment and amusement on her face, each squeeze of her chest followed by a soft sigh. Her story was filled with awkward pauses and bouts of laughter, each one adding to the chaotic beauty of the narrative.
"I mean, imagine the outtakes. Me, standing there in the middle of a serious scene, just completely losing my composure. It was ridiculous. I'd start a scene completely in character, and then...BAM, out of nowhere, I'd just...peak."
There was a certain charm to Aubrey's storytelling. As she fondled her own breasts, the viewer could see the enjoyment she took in recounting her experiences. Each word, each touch brought a spark of amusement to her eyes, painting a vivid image of the on-set hilarity that ensued.
"Can you imagine the director's face when he had to call cut because I was...uh, a little too into my character? I don't think I've ever seen someone turn that shade of red."
It was clear that Aubrey Plaza was enjoying herself, her hands occasionally pausing in their actions as she laughed at the absurdity of her own story. From the viewer's perspective, her candidness added a layer of honesty to her words, painting a bizarrely intimate image of the experiences she had faced.
"But hey, we got through it. And even though it was a bit, uh, stimulating, we managed to make a damn good movie. And it sure as hell made for some interesting memories."
As Aubrey's story came to a close, the viewer could see the sparkle in her eyes, a look of satisfaction on her face as she gave her breasts one final squeeze. Despite the bizarre circumstances, it was clear that she had found a way to not only accept her new reality but also to laugh at it. It was a peculiar sight, a strange tale, but one that was undeniably Aubrey Plaza.
Aubrey paused her fondling, a sly smile spreading across her face as her fingers played with the edge of her shirt. She started to lift it, the shirt moving upwards to reveal her chest. The viewer watched, taken aback as the fabric rose, gradually unveiling the generous curves that had been a subject of her stories.
"So," she began, her voice even, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her shirt moved upward over her belly, "I guess it's time to talk about my next movie."
The shirt kept rising, her fingers lifting her breasts as it moved upwards. The view was as she'd described - exceptionally large, entirely out of proportion, but undeniably captivating. Aubrey's shirt passed over her nipples, a visible tremor passing through her as the fabric brushed against them. A soft sigh slipped from her lips, her eyelids fluttering in response to the sensation.
With a final tug, she pulled her shirt over her head, her chest now completely bare. Her hands returned to their earlier motions, fondling her exposed breasts with an air of nonchalance that seemed completely natural given the absurdity of the circumstances. The viewer watched as she began her tale, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident on their face.
Aubrey's hands didn't cease their movement, her fingers kneading and caressing her skin as she launched into her next story. "This one," she chuckled, her fingers lightly teasing a nipple into a stiff peak, "It's a horror-comedy. Think, zombies in a shopping mall. Sounds like fun, right?"
Her fingers continued their journey across the generous swell of her breasts, creating ripples in their wake. "So, I'm this badass zombie slayer," she said, her hands squeezing her breasts, a soft moan punctuating her sentence. "Only, in one scene, I had to slide down an escalator railing... and you can guess what happened with these new...distractions."
Her narrative paused, her hand's movements slowed as she gave her chest a soft squeeze. "I mean, trying to keep a straight face when you're about to climax? Yeah, not exactly the easiest thing to do."
There was a short moment of silence, broken only by Aubrey's soft laughter. "But hey," she continued, her fingers drawing lazy circles on her breasts, "at least it made for some damn good bloopers."
Aubrey, sitting there bare-chested and fondling herself, began to delve into more stories from the set, each one more ridiculous than the last. The viewer was drawn in, her vivid descriptions and the accompanying movements of her hands creating a truly mesmerizing spectacle.
"So, here's another one," she began, her fingers tracing the roundness of her breasts, causing a soft jiggle that seemed to echo her chuckling voice. "In this scene, I'm supposed to be going through this intense combat training. Dodging, ducking, and flipping. Now, you might imagine, these...girls...they didn't exactly cooperate."
She laughed, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing and kneading as if to emphasize their disobedience. "Every time I did a flip or a roll, it was like an avalanche in my chest. The sensation was...distracting. So much so that I ended up tumbling into one of the extras during a somersault."
The viewer could almost see the scene unfolding: Aubrey, tumbling around with two unruly distractions on her chest, turning an intense combat scene into a comedic disaster. It was a delightful absurdity, heightened by the sight of her casually fondling her own breasts as she spun the tale.
"Then there was the time when I had to do a dramatic dialogue scene with my co-star," she continued, her fingers lightly pinching a nipple, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she did so. "You know, one of those heartfelt, tear-jerker moments. Only, the damn costume department thought it'd be a good idea to put me in this lacy, super sensitive material."
As she described the situation, her hands roamed her breasts, fingers tracing the sensitive skin, bringing a quiet hum of pleasure to her words. "Just imagine trying to deliver a serious monologue when every tiny movement of lace against your skin feels like...well, like electric sparks coursing through your body."
Her hands never stopped their exploration, her fingers tracing and teasing, squeezing and kneading, adding a physical dimension to her words. The viewer was drawn in, the absurdity of the situation paired with the sensual display making for a uniquely captivating story.
"And my personal favorite," she said with a wicked grin, her hands pausing on her breasts, fingers lightly pressing into the pliable flesh. "I had this scene where I was supposed to be eating this 'zombie brain' prop. It was slimy, it was disgusting, and it was hilarious. But the moment I had to lean over to take a bite..."
Aubrey's hands suddenly squeezed her breasts, her eyes rolling back slightly as she recreated the moment. "My new assets decided to take a plunge into the plate. Distracting? Yes. Hilarious? Absolutely. But, you try keeping a straight face while you're on the brink of an, um, intimate peak, with a plate of prop brains on your chest."
Every word, every gesture, every expression served to paint a vivid picture of the chaotic hilarity that had ensued. The sight of her, telling her tales while fondling her own breasts, added an element of the surreal to the entire narrative, ensuring that it was a story that the viewer would not soon forget.
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