Jacob hated the show. He had only auditioned for it because he owed the director a favor or two, and so of course, he expected that he would've at least gotten a role, but nope. Ensemble, it was all for him. After 5 years of building a rock-solid resume, he could've gotten any role he set his mind to, but instead he had to watch as other lesser actors failed to bring the script to life. Not that the script was very good anyway. The performances veered closer to porn than acting at numerous points, and the dialogue was amateur; the first email had confused Jacob. This wasn't the script this director usually did. Jacob had met Fin years earlier, and the first impression was that Fin would never let text just be text; everything had to be a metaphor, so stooping to this level was not something anyone would've guessed, but ever since that first email, things had made 0 sense.
First there were the auditions. Jacob considered himself healthy, but when he was handed the script for a character sharing his name, only this Jacob being a sex-addicted gym bro, he was a little confused. The assistant director insisted it was all part of the plan. No shock, he lost the role to… A gym bro. Shocking. Then when the first rehearsal came, Fin was different; his clothing was more revealing, and he spent much longer staring at the talent, especially the male talent. then would be expected of a critically acclaimed director who was happily married with kids on the way. But the weirdest of all would happen. a week before opening night when Jacob would get a text.
"The actor for Jacob can't perform anymore; you will need to fill in Jacob." Jacob chuckled at the stupidity of the names and the idea of him playing a gym bro. "What? I've never been able to build muscle, much less in a week. Get one of the other guys to fill in." "Just do it, Jacob; you owe me, and besides, you're practically made for the role." What did that mean? Jacob decided he would deal with this at tomorrow's rehearsals as he went back to doomscrolling, still fuming over the comparison and not focused on his body.
"Pfffff, me play him? That's absurd." A sound like the leaking of air from tires filled the room, Jacobs's muscles bulging more and more.
"Sure, I'm muscular, but Jacob the character always talks about cutting; I'm mid-bulk." Fat faded off his frame as his muscles became more defined; he bounced his pecs absentmindedly.
"Yes, I admit I have the muscles. But my baby face would take the audience out of the scene. Jacob itched as stubble emerged along his jaw as cracking sounds accompanied his bones realigning for a more chiseled look, his longer, unshaven hair pulling into his head, making a fade.
"And the show is all about sex. I'm not small, but how the other characters talk about Jacob, he must be hung," he thought, ignorant of his own member growing to a much larger size even while soft.
"Plus Jacobs Bi, i guess ill need to fake the attraction to men." A picture of a twink playing games popped up on his feed and Jacob couldn't stop himself as his hand squeezed his junk as it grew larger and larger
"Okay, maybe I overreacted. I am almost perfect for this role, but it's hard to act something so different from who I..." Jacob winced as intense pain filled his head and his body throbbed.
"What... what was I thinking about? "Ugh, it's been so long since I had sex; it's hard to think when my little buddy is so pent up," he thought, adjusting the growing tent in his pants when a ping on his phone got his attention.
"So, have you thought about the role offer?"
"Yeah, I'll take it, man. It's practically made for me."
"Good to hear; I might just need you to prove you can fill all the requirements of the role, though…"
Jacob snorted; it seemed he had a solution to his sex problem. He typed with one hand as he stomped over to grab his keys. "I'll be right over, boss."
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