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An Ishtar writing story for Unity Press

The floor gave way, ancient rollers grinding against the stone in their channels as Raven was cast into darkness. Landing with a start her wrists were snared, clamped tight by the jaws of finely wrought iron manacles that looked like asps, their eldritch design cutting her off from her powers and leaving the svelte superheroine to writhe impotently beneath a bright spotlight. Somewhere to her right a pair of doors opened and a half dozen heavily armed - and oiled - men in the garb of ancient Egyptians stormed in, forming a wall of swords around her. Then the high priestess entered, her face hidden by an impassive black mask of the jackal goddess Anput. Spreading her arms wide and resting her fists on her hips the masked woman laughed imperiously. Beneath her flowing cloak she was entirely nude, her golden tan body practically glowing in the dark half-light, her proud breasts protruding outward capped in gold pasties. Below the waist, she was entirely exposed and had her pubic bush shaved into the shape of an Ankh. "We have you now."

"Aboobis," Raven sneered. "You'll never get away with this, transforming the leaders of the world into rape-crazy dick wolves, diabolical."

"You will find I already have," the priestess chortled, approaching her captive with a smug sway of her hips. "At the stroke of noon when the misguided old men of this world gather to sign the accords, my gene craft bomb will detonate, turning every man, woman, and child in Luxembourg into savages. The world will have a front-row seat as they people they have entrusted to guide them are humiliated, lost and without protection, they will once more turn to the Egyptian gods." She shuddered with arousal. "And me."

"You're mad."

"Mad am I?" Aboobis sneered. "We shall see, but you won't be around to do anything about it." The priestess pointed into the shadows. "Doctor Tits! Process her!"

As Doctor Tits loomed out of the shadows, a leering madman in nothing but a white lab coat with a massive pair of breasts ballooning from his chest, Raven tried to remain professional and keep the excitement off of her face. The chemical primer had been injected into Raven's bloodstream some ten minutes before filming, and she could feel the potent cocktail of endorphins, hormones, and aphrodisiacs were starting to get to her head under the hot lights. Just out of sight she could see the cameras whirring away, zooming in to get a better look as she licked her lips and tried to make it look like she was in peril.

Raven was dressed in her old fighting togs: a long purple-blue cape with hood and black leotard, and neat shoes. She was also, once again, flat as a board and the muscles of her stomach could be seen through the one-size-too-small uniform so that her small breasts could be a more readily pronounced pair of molehills.

It was there that Doctor Tits, cackling evilly, injected her with a dual pair of brutal strokes that sent glowing goo into her breasts. The effects were immediate and wonderful, and Raven struggled to bite back a groan as her chest began to swell. It started as a pulsating heat in each breast, her nipples hardening fast as they strained against her costume. Then they began to grow, and grow quickly, readily observable by the human eye. Soon she could not resist voicing her heated moaning, her mouth hanging open and petite tongue sticking out from her mouth as she panted lustily.

She could feel her excitement ooze down her leg as she started growing again, becoming more and more like the curvaceous woman she wanted to be. She gasped as her top started to tear and then all at once popped open, her massive dusky tits bouncing out freely, bobbing around. She felt like a cow in need of milking as she moaned again. She was desperate to feel her tits or to have someone else feel them, to suck on and bite them, but all she could do was writhe and struggle against the restraints for the cameras; her thighs pulling inward in an effort to rub them together.

Only later, after the set had finished and she was released from her confinement was she able to do something about her condition. She barely said two words to her co-workers and the director before she burst into her trailer. Her fingers were trembling as she locked the door, and then finally alone, she tore off the remains of her costume and threw herself into her favorite chair. Placing one leg on her makeup table she began to furiously rub her drooling slit, squeezing her aching clit roughly while she used one hand to cradle one of her breasts and pull it to her face. Whether it was the injection of chemicals or her own lurid nature she couldn't tell, but she loved the taste of her own breasts, and lashing her tongue over her nipple sucked it hard while squirming in her seat.

Other characters, after being dismissed from their spot on television or film, struggled to find their place in the world. Many held out last minute hope for that unlikely revival. Almost all of them paid the bills with a little porn on the side for one of the major agencies. Raven had found that she loved the job. The freedom, the intensity, the attention, it all set her tight teen titan cunt churning with excitement, especially not to be consistently competing for the spotlight with that cheap whore Slutfire. On top of that, she was working for one of the most aggressive and successful Agencies among the Eidos, Agency sixty-three specializing in hardcore fetish porn which was the highest paying in the industry. They were the ones who had gotten her hooked on having her tits expanded, and while she could transform them with magic quite easily, she found there was just something so sultry about having it chemically induced. The feel of the needle, the rush of cold fluid into her veins, the sudden resultant fire in her loins. It was all too much. Raven bit her lip as hard as she could and held back the scream as she came all over her hand.

She was still there panting blissfully when there was a sharp rap on the door. Blinking from her stupor she reached around and picked up a shoe, throwing it at the door. "Fuck off!" she shouted. Once she never would have thought to use such language, but she had lost many such pretentions working for the agency.

"It's Loki." Called the voice from outside.

Raven came fully awake. Jumping out of her chair and covering its seat in a throw pillow she stashed her costume under the divan and grabbed a nearby towel, wrapping herself in it. Once she was sure she was decent, she unlocked the door and sat once more. "Come on in," she called. "It's open."

When Loki came in Raven pretended not to be happy to see him. She pretended not to have any emotion at all, that was still her thing, but she couldn't deny that the dark haired trickster god in the green suit touched off all of her sexy Goth buttons. She waved at him noncommittally because it didn't suit to look too desperate. "What do you want?" she asked.

"Nice place," Loki remarked, looking over the trailer. He sniffed and Raven felt heat rush to her cheeks. Then he shrugged, clapping his hands together, and pulled out a letter handing it toward the former superheroine who took it. When she saw the bright pink color in the envelope window she glanced at Loki with a look of shock and anger. "You're letting me go?"

"For now," Loki concurred. "There haven't been that many requests for you since that new show started, and frankly the powers that be are a little more interested in Lady Legasus."

"What," Raven seethed, getting to her feet. "So because I don't look like a half made ten-year-old people don't want me? What can that little kid character have that I don't? Hell," Raven threw off her towel and stood naked in front of Loki, grabbing her enhanced breasts in both hands. "She has less!"

"Who knows?" Loki shrugged. "I don't control the audience and I don't make the rules."

"But," Raven sagged. "What am I supposed to do?" Then her eyes widened at a sudden realization. If she were let go, even laid off, that meant no more injections. No more injections meant no more busty Raven. She would shrivel back to just plain Jane Raven in no time. Sweat began to bead her forehead. "How am I supposed to work?"

"You'll figure something out."

Biting her lower lip again Raven drifted towards Loki and gently touched him on the arm, the other hand moving to his shoulder. "Come on," she said quietly loading her words with promise. "I'm good, it's just been slow, and I'll come around."

Loki scowled and shoved her off of him as though he'd been touched by something vile. "Get your shit and get off of my lot you slag," he said. "I've got real stars to attend to."

And that was all there was to it. Thirteen years in the business, a lifetime to most Eidos, and she was out on her ear. It wasn't so bad at first once her breasts had returned to normal, and she owned the trailer so she could keep most of her property as she had it driven out to the edge of town. It was quiet there with the endless white space stretching out in all directions. No wind, no oppressive heat or cold, no irritating buzz of snowy television, just calm quiet.

Then the withdrawal hit.

Raven had done enough After School specials and public service announcements when she had been mainstream to recognize the effects of most drugs: irritability, sweating, irrational thoughts and strange physical sensations. They were things she could have mitigated with magic if she could still concentrate to summon her magic, but that was the first thing she discovered had gone to the wayside during her tenure with Agency sixty-three. She couldn't bring forth even the simplest psychokinetic effects. The only positive tradeoff was she didn't have to put up with nine different incarnations of herself all vying for attention either. There was one Raven in one body, and that Raven was worthless. As worthless as her stupid flat chest and her stupid tiny tits, no one would ever want her like this. All she did all day was shuffle around in her robe and feel terrible, moving between bed and a tub of ice cream. It was called Fatty's. Even the ice cream hated her.

Someone knocked on the door to her trailer.

Taking off her slipper she threw it at the door. "Fuck off!"

There was quiet and Raven wondered if whoever it was had followed through on her command, then they called in. "It's Puck."

"Puck who?" she yelled without getting up from the divan.

"The Puck," the voice on the other side of the door said emphatically. "I work with Agency thirty-four, and I'm looking for Rachel Roth."

"Nobody calls me that," Raven said. "Come on in if you want its open."

Opening the door to the trailer Puck stood there as three empty cartons of Fatty's Fat Ice Cream fell out on the ground in front of him. Gingerly ascending the steps into the trailer he found more trash spread out, leaving only a narrow path through the trailer while Raven sat miserably on a little love seat. She wore a black robe with small cartoon rabbit skulls on it, and her feet were similarly stuffed into cute Goth slippers. One foot at least, it seemed the other slipper had been thrown across the room. Puck picked up the offending footwear and handed it back to her.

"Thank you," Raven mumbled, putting her slipper back on.

"Miss Roth," he started.

"Call me Raven."

Puck watched her for a moment. "Miss Roth," he began again. "We've heard you were released from your contract with Agency Sixty-Three and you're looking for work, is that true?"

"Yeah," Raven said stuffing her mouth with a large spoon of ice cream at the mention of her former employer. "They laid me off. Said nobody wanted me anymore. Can't blame them," she sneered. "Who would want a girl so tiny she can't even be seen?"

"I'm sorry?"

Raven pouted. "See? Even you can't see them. I might as well be a guy with these tiny titties."

"Ah," Puck started then stopped. "I see, no ma'am, I'm not specifically interested in your breasts although I'm sure they're perfectly nice."

"Then what do you want?" Raven said.

"We want to hire you," Puck said. "Agency thirty-four is the oldest and most respected model talent agency in Eidos and we hire only the best actors and actresses across the multiverse for high-end adult entertainment. You have, frankly, a profound library of films and a great deal of respect in the industry for what you've done."

"You've seen my films?" Raven asked, blinking wide.

"A few," Puck admitted. "Something Wicked This Way Cums, Belt straps and Bed knobs, Confessions of a Teen Age Super Prostitute, and of course The Lion, The Witch, and the Warm Hole, you made an excellent stand in for the white queen."

Raven sniffed, wiping a tear from her face at the thought of better days. "I was pretty big, wasn't I?"

"Not just your chest ma'am," Puck said. "You inspired a generation."

"And you want me to work for you?"

"Yes ma'am, full time," Puck paused to point a finger. "And we won't lie to you."

That got Raven's attention. Leaning forward she put her chin on her palm and rested her elbow on her knee. "Lie to me?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"There was never a slow down, ma'am," Puck said. "Your contract was up for renegotiation and Loki knew that, by accepting the layoff you preemptively agreed to a settlement in the agency's favor. Instead of being paid a fair wage for your work relative to your talent, they got you addicted to transformations, used you for a decade's worth of films, and then kicked you to the curb before they would have to recognize your accomplishments."

Puck ducked as Raven rose off of the Divan and promptly shoved it across the room with nothing but the power of her mind, a nimbus of black energy gathering around the loveseat as her eyes shone bright white. "That bastard!" she screeched.

"That's why he's called the god of lies," Puck said.

"And what do they call you?" Raven asked, squinting at the elf.

"Why," he smiled playfully. "I'm a Puckish rogue."

Six weeks later and some hard weight training had put muscle back on Raven in a big way. The first had been horrible, but Puck had been by her side the entire time for recovery, using magic to help her ease the transition. The rest had been her determination. A mile run, eating right, a full gym routine, it was less like the sleazy back alley Sixty-Three shoots and closer to a full-time Hollywood production. Agency Thirty-Four expected their talent to be healthy, skilled, and capable, but they would also do whatever it took to keep them that way, and Raven relished the opportunity to start to feel in control of herself again.

There had also been the meditation. Viewers didn't want a person who looked like Raven but was fundamentally just a pair of tits and a hole. Real fans wanted her; all of her, the good with the bad, and that meant regaining her magic. The only thing she actually missed was having a massive rack, and that would have meant going back to work for Agency Sixty-Three.

Now it was the morning of the shoot for a new potential series called Everyone Loves Starfire. Normally the idea of appearing in a Starfire centric piece would have disgusted her, but the script was good - loosely based on the Teen Titans episode where they all broke into Robin's room and wore his extra uniforms - and it was supposed to be a light comedy and so more like the show she had cut her teeth on. "Puck," she said, scrutinizing the script while her agent stood nearby. "I'm not sure I can do this."

"Nervous?" Puck asked. Standing in Raven's dressing room he was entirely nonplussed by her appearance while she struggled to remain decent. The Starfire outfit she had been given was a little loose by design, and the dusky superheroine had noticed how it hung off of her.

"The script calls for a lot of breast play," Raven said. "I don't have the breasts anymore."

"I had a thought about that," Puck said slyly. Opening the curtain to Raven's dressing area a small furry creature entered going completely under it. He was short and fuzzy with an obvious drug-fuelled buzz, but he wore a ridiculously long sniper rifle over one shoulder. "This is one of our corporate head hunters. He finds us talent, like yourself, who are on the outs and need some help. Say hello, Teemo."

"Hey man," the yordel said. "I'm freakin' out man."

"Shut up, Teemo."

The yordel burped while Raven watched him skeptically. Puck, however, was unconcerned as he put out his hand. "Give us one, won't you?" he asked. Then Teemo produced a green mushroom with purple spots, handing it to the fae who in turn passed it to Raven.

"I'm high as balls right now, I gotta tell ya."

"Fuck off, Teemo."

Raven blinked, watching the exchange, and then looked at the mushroom speculatively as the yordel took his leave, Puck remaining. "You don't need to worry," he said. "It's not addictive and all-natural; I'm told the Mario Brothers do something similar in their scenes."

"You mean you want me to eat this mushroom?"

"Well," Puck shrugged. "Drink it. Open the top and chug."

Watching Puck dubiously, Raven popped the top of the mushroom off and found it full of a frothy purple fluid like a fruit soda. Drinking it down her eyes widened. It did indeed have a kick. Thankfully years of injected breast expansion serums had left her well adapted to being as Teemo put it 'high as balls', and she wasn't instantly overcome by the feeling. However, she did give a contented moan, thighs turning inward as her breasts and backside began to grow once more. Soon the Starfire uniform was more than filling out, she was threatening to fall out of it as the material groaned to contain Raven's massive charms. Wobbling drunkenly she leaned on her new makeup table.

"Oh, my." She said.

"I think you'll be ready for the set now, Miss Roth."

Steadying herself she walked over to the elf agent, who was only tall enough that his face disappeared into her breasts when she hugged him, Raven leaned down and kissed him on the cheek as he struggled to breathe after being released. "I told you," she said. "Call me Raven."

Continuing on from her dressing room she stepped out onto the set and was surprised to see something of a reunion: Robin, Beast Boy, and Cyborg, all trying to look macho and serious while wearing Starfire's uniform, the latter two looking quite nervous with their masculinity just out of sight in the too short skirt. However, before Raven could chortle she was first tackled and her face stuffed into warm tangerine orange flesh. "Oh, glorious day!" Starfire squealed. "Raven! Have you come to make the pornography with us?"

Yup, Raven thought with a sudden scowl to hide how happy she was.

Just like coming home.