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Needed On Set
🕑 Added 2021-06-04 14:13:24 +0000 UTCHi folks, now that I've finished up the Rainbow Tank story (it ended up much longer than I ever anticipated it being) I'm going to be working through the overdue stories from last month. Thank you for all of your patience and I hope you enjoy this Chris Pratt TF!
To say that Alex was excited to receive an invitation to the set of Thor: Love and Thunder would be an understatement. He was like a kid on Christmas Day, his heart thundering away as he was waved into the huge studio lot by security guards. Being the Marvel superfan that he was, Alex was pretty sure this a contender for the title of “best day ever” - and on his twenty-first birthday, no less!
The invitation hadn’t been explicit as to why he had been chosen for the surprise set visit, and none of his friends or family had taken credit for arranging it, but it had proclaimed that Alex would be interviewing members of the cast. It had also, a little bizarrely, requested that he wear the Star Lord cosplay that had garnered him a small amount of attention online in the superfan circles, although Alex hardly considered himself to actually look anything like the character. He was of Chinese heritage and slender build, but cosplay was supposed to be for everyone and it always made him feel good when he got the chance to express himself through it.
Fittingly, once Alex had arrived on set, he was shepherded along by a fast-talking intern towards Chris Pratt’s dressing room. “Mr Pratt is currently indisposed but he should be on set shortly,” the intern explained as they navigated the maze of corridors, all while Alex desperately tried to keep his cool together. He was going to meet Chris Pratt! How was this a real thing that was happening? Was it going to turn out he was actually on some prank show and this wasn’t the Thor set after all? It would be disappointing, but perhaps more realistic.
The intern didn’t give any more clues, tapping away on their phone until they reached a door emblazoned with the actor’s name. Without giving Alex a moment to psyche himself up, the intern turned the handle and held the door open. “If he wouldn’t mind just waiting here until he arrives,” they requested, before stepping out of the way as if to leave. Before the door could swing shut behind Alex, the intern halted and returned, a sheepish smile on their face. “Oh, I almost forgot…” Then, after reaching into their tote bag, the intern held out a bottle of water towards Alex. “It’s important to stay hydrated!”
Once he was alone in the dressing room, the Marvel superfan took a few moments to compose himself. Adrenaline and excitement were rushing through his veins in tandem - for quite understandable reasons, in his opinion. In just a few minutes he would be sharing a room with Chris Pratt for an exclusive interview - how many everyday people got the privilege to say that?
After a short while though, Alex began to notice that the room was actually rather warm, especially given the tightness of his pants and the iconic maroon leather jacket he wore as part of his cosplay. Slipping the jacket off and placing it neatly over the back of a chair, he then cracked open the water bottle he’d been given and took a long glug from it. The sweet taste of raspberries met his tongue, catching him slightly off guard, but it was ultimately pleasant and encouraged him to drink more of it down.
Several more minutes passed and the actor still hadn’t arrived, so Alex decided to fish out his cell phone from the pocket of the jacket and began scrolling through his regular comic book movie news sites. The very first story that he saw caught him off guard by its headline alone - Chris Pratt injured on Thor 4 set, five weeks of bedrest ordered. He stared at the text on the screen in confusion. Surely that was an incorrect story? Why would he have been called to the set to interview Pratt if the actor was actually at home resting up after an injury?
The temperature in the room continued to escalate, so Alex raised the bottle back to his lips and downed the rest of its contents in just a few gulps. He had understandable questions about what he’d just read, but figured there was likely some sort of explanation for it. The studio wouldn’t just call him to set and keep him waiting for no reason, would they? Sure, it was a little weird he had been invited in the first place, but that still didn’t add up.
Returning to the seat, the young man spread his legs out wide and tilted his head back until it was resting on the wall behind him. The heat in the room was making him feel a little drowsy, so he naturally closed his eyes. A little power nap until Chris arrives can’t hurt… The warm embrace of sleep was calling for him, a sensual song he simply couldn’t resist, and within moments he was lost in a sweet dream.
As Alex slumbered, the chemicals that had been hidden within the bottle of water and were now in his system got to work on his body. They started at his very base with his feet, stretching and widening them until his boots were just a little too tight, while a small dusting of hair appeared upon the top of his feet. This hair then spread up to his calves, where the muscles also began to bloom into hard diamonds underneath the pale skin. Moments later it was time for his quads to undergo their own growth, pumping up like footballs until they were the size of watermelons and strong enough to imprison or crush anything between them.
From there, his decidedly unimpressive rear received its own upgrade, with the flat cheeks becoming plump and round and lifting him further off of the seat. On the other side, his average manhood snaked out several inches longer while also becoming girthier and filling out the bulging crotch of his suddenly too-tight pants. The poor fabric was begging for release, its seams pushed to the very limit by the expansion of size from his lower half.
Of course, there was no chance that his torso and arms were going to be left out of the fun. His lean stomach began rapidly gaining definition and slowly but surely a full set of abs began to push through to prominence, with his skin tightly stretched across a cobblestone path that any man would have been jealous of. Similarly, his upper chest became the birthplace for a set of muscular pectorals that pushed at the fabric of his slate grey shirt, reaching mountainous new proportions. Alex’s slender shoulders broadened out with the arrival of firm deltoids, and his trap muscles rose to form a perfect slope down from his thick neck.
Power continued to rush through his arms, inflating the biceps and triceps until they were constructed like rugby balls, while his forearms grew firm and hairy. Even his hands experienced a subtle shifting of their own, the fingers becoming thicker and the palms more calloused than the delicate digits he had possessed before. In moments his arms had gone from pathetic twigs to downright awe-inspiring, loaded with strength like deadly weapons.
Even Alex’s tan complexion changed, while the roundness of his face fixed itself into harder, more masculine lines. Stubble grew in around his mouth and along his jawline, while the dark hair on his head lightened to a dirty blond.
A knock on the door jolted Alex back into the waking world, followed by the familiar voice of the intern: “Mr Pratt, you’re needed on set!”
Glancing around, the birthday boy discovered that he was still alone in the room, the actor having apparently not arrived despite the clock on the wall insisting it had been a full twenty minutes since Alex had entered. As the Marvel superfan rose from the chair and glanced in the mirror above the desk though, he saw the last vestiges of his own appearance disappear behind the familiar facial features of Chris Pratt.
The former Alex gaped at the handsome face being reflected back at him, and how tight his sized-small cosplay was now stretched around his massive frame. He could have stood there and admired it for hours if it wasn’t for another knock on the door and the intern’s repeated request.
There were a thousand questions in the birthday man’s mind, but it hardly seemed the time or place to be getting any answers. No, there was a much more pressing issue at hand, but thankfully he knew what to do. Picking up the script from the desk and briefly scanning over the lines that had been highlighted for him, he then tucked it under his arm and walked out of the dressing room. Just like the intern had said, he was needed on set, and the show couldn’t go on without one of the movie’s main stars!
