Softchurn isn't impressed by that suggestion. "OK, I gotta big belly, but it's not a cavern" she complains. "You get me to eat another guy, that's the rest of the day gone for me. I'm gonna need to lie down and digest them both."
"How would you feel if we paid you two grand extra for a second vore session?" asks the producer. "If you're up to it later, we could get you to play someone pregnant as well. How does that sound?"
"Well, if you're talking two grand ..." Softchurn - thinking out loud.
"Two grand it is then" says the producer. "Now, I need to go find someone else for you to vore."
"Wait right there, Hank. We've already got someone else I can vore". Softchurn turns to the director. "Dirk, how's your diary this afternoon?"
Dirk fishes out his blackberry.
"No don't bother looking" Softchurn grabs the device. "I'm taking over your diary permanently. Now you got a 3pm with my stomach!" She smiles cruelly.
"What! You've gotta be joking!" Dirk is panic stricken
"I don't joke, Dirk. You've been messing up for months now, nothing much ever goes right. Your work is complete shit and that's what you'll be when I've finished with you"
You are amazed by this exchange.. Do you ...
