Dude, That's My Porn!

Chapter 1

It was, perhaps, one of the best days of Spencer Wright's life.

Still a fairly fresh adult, although it took him some time to save some money up and get connections out here, he had finally made it to beautiful Beverly Heights, California, the doorstep of the stars. The bright lights and big city atmosphere was just the change of scenery he needed to kick off his adulthood right; far away from the awkward stories that are often associated with one's childhood and easy to kick off a new life. The move wasn't all that challenging; his parents scrounged up enough to pay for half of it, as a parting gift, and when he made it out west there was a small team of movers who got the place all ready by noontime. Which meant that there wasn't a lot of downtime at all, and much of his first day in his new home he got to himself.

And what a new home it was -- a spacious mega-mansion you'd swear jumped right off of Celebrity Cribs. Flashy and even outlandish design, over-indulgent amenities, super-exorbitant everything -- there was no way someone like Spencer should've been able to afford it. But he checked the price, then checked it again and again -- it was a selling price that was just too good to be true. A swift down payment and the rest on a mortgage and the house keys were easily in his hands. The place was unusual, supposedly, according to other sites online he'd found randomly while web-searching; rumor had it the place belonged to a dead celebrity, and some swear up and down he still haunts the place. For that reason, they claim, it's been burning a hole in the commission pocket of a real estate agent in this fast-moving, buzzy market, so over the course of a few years they slashed the price down to ludicrous levels, especially after they figured out the rumors were so strong they wouldn't even get a remotely reasonable price for it from any of the usual clientele. So they cut the price down and hoped it would sell to the first person who walked in the door. And that was where Spencer came in. This adolescent playground of a sick pad was all his and his alone. Perhaps he could throw some epic parties in the place -- hot music, lots of drinks, perhaps a few special ladies...

But something like that would have to remain a long way away. He had only really moved here with just him and his stuff. He had no connections out here, no people that could 'get him in the door' anywhere -- and he probably wasn't rich enough to afford any of that. The plan was to move out to California and basically just wing it from there, experiencing the joys of living dangerously. He was more than set for the time being, at least, so he was still very free to relax for the afternoon, an opportunity he took with both hands.

While exploring the place, he noticed something a little odd about it. The place didn't seem to look like it was previously vacant for long, or perhaps that the previous residents just up and left. The place looked lived-in; a little too lived-in, perhaps, for a place that had supposedly been on the market for a while. Then he reached the master bedroom, soon to become his official new sleeping quarters. It was decked out with all the usual things one would expect: extra-large bed, super-sized flat-screen, all the amenities one could want. But the strangest thing he saw was what he found on a table on the side of the room, near the window: a handful of new, pristine, unwrapped condoms. Even stranger was that they weren't expired. In fact, they were years away from expiring -- these were fairly fresh. It got Spencer thinking about why they'd be there, and what it meant about the house. Were there some recent loiterers in the house for a night of fun? Was the real estate agent trying to lead him on to something?

It wasn't unusual enough to warrant much thought, he decided, and he opted to relax from the stress of moving in the best way he knew how: a good old-fashioned wank session.

There was a reason why he moved to California. It wasn't for the warm weather, the coast, and the lifestyle, though those were all alluring. Spencer moved because he wanted to be a porn star. While also a stone's throw away from the regular film scene, Beverly Heights was also nearby the erotic film scene. While his fascination had begun a number of years ago, during that strange time when every young boy discovers himself, he had to hide it from his family and friends as a "filmmaking" hobby. He was driven to the idea by watching the productions of his porno hero, the great Billy Joe Cobra. He was by far the most popular person on the scene, and he seemed to lap it up. In his work, he exuded the persona of "the ultimate man": men wanted to be him, women wanted to be with him, as the old adage goes. Always calm, cool, and in control, he was on friendly terms with everyone who knew him, and even friendlier terms with a long list of lovely ladies, both on- and off-screen. Even when he wasn't the buffest, most muscular guy in the room, like in Heroes After Dark, where he plays a stereotypical generic hero, he was always packing heat, like in Christmas Gone Naughty: I'll Touch You With My Thirty-Nine-And-A-Half-Centimeter Pole, where he and several ladies have fun on Christmas Eve. While Spencer found it debatable that Billy's "pole" was 39 1/2 centimeters, there was no doubt it was big. Bigger than any average dude. Bigger than his fellow porn stars, even. Spencer was fairly certain he wasn't homosexual, but there was something admirable about Billy Joe Cobra's massive member. It was a gift that Spencer was always enamored by every time one of his videos got to the scene where he pulled it out. Even if you didn't want it in your mouth, you wanted it on your body. It was big, it was thick, it seemed perfectly proportioned. Imagining thrusting something that big into a hot, busty babe was sometimes all he needed to bust one off himself. He was also very willing to tease and experiment, as he did in There's No Way That Dick Is Real, spurred on by all the hubbub and jokes about Billy's shaft, where he shows off to guys and girls alike that yes, that dick is real. While it gained most of its praise for being borderline gay, Spencer still liked it for the almost exhibitionist aspect of being able to wow other people with your impressive stiffy. As he got closer to "being legal", he discovered that "the Cobra", as he and his wang were both so lovingly dubbed, had passed on. Spencer was crushed, both at the loss of "one of the generation's greatest icons", according to an adult news website, but also at the loss of his hero, his motivation, his desire. He still enjoyed all of Billy's work, but the dream didn't feel the same. It was only made worse when he came out of the shower one particular night and took the time to look at himself. Slender, featureless, almost twinky-looking body, little muscle mass to speak of, and what he felt was a sort-of-average endowment. Why did I ever think I could be like Billy? he thought that night.

The death hit him hard, but not hard enough to stop him from giving it a shot and moving to California. If he failed at it or just wasn't up to par, there was certainly no shortage of other things he could do out there. Maybe actualy try his hand at filmmaking for once, instead of it being cover for his dirtier desires.

Spencer lowered his pants, put on one of the condoms from the windowsill, opened up his laptop and started up one of his favorite Billy Joe Cobra erotic productions, Rock Hard Jock. In it, a muscled-up Billy Joe Cobra plays a high school's star athlete, the envy of his school, and has his way with a number of hot girls and cheerleaders. It was one of those movies where the raw, unfiltered manliness Billy brought to the table was on full display. And in one scene, it quite literally is, as Billy's character "accidentally" stumbles into the girls' locker room, fully undressed. He's caught by surprise at first, before regaining his cocky composure. A detailed pan accentuates every inch of Billy's body: his million-dollar smirky smile; his big, beefy pecs; his meaty, powerful arms; his chiseled, toned eight-pack, his sturdy, firmed legs, and most of all, his enormous, lady-pleasing schlong, still soft and hanging most of the way down his thigh. It hardened up soon enough, as the ladies too overcame their surprise and saw the mountain of a man in front of them. The ensuing sex scenes would be what pushed Spencer "over the edge". As Spencer recovered from blowing his fairly-average load into the condom, he noticed something in the room with him.

"Aaaah!" Spencer yelled.
"Aaaaah!" the other entity yelled.
"What are you doing in my house?!" Spencer asked.
"What are you doing in my house?" the entity asked back.
"Your house?" Spencer queried, puzzled. This house was entirely empty except for him, and whoever else this was.
"Yeah, this is my house!" the figure answered back. "Well, it was, I think until I got all... ghostified." They made a motion with their fingers that looked like either typing on, or a spider crawling on, a glass window pane.

The ghost floated over towards Spencer, to get a look at what was on the laptop.

"Hey..." the ghost said. "You're watching one of my movies!"
Spencer was caught by surprise. "No way," he said, not believing him. "There's no way that you're the ghost of Billy Joe Cobra."
"Alright," the ghost asked. "Ask me anything about Billy Joe Cobra's movies."
"How many women did Billy screw in The Legends of Agarothia 2: Erosy's Rampage?" Spencer queried, knowing that the Legends videos were among Billy's most obscure and least-popular productions.
"Twenty-seven," the ghost replied, matter-of-factly, "and there were a few more that didn't make it into the final cut," he added, smirking.
"No way..." Spencer realized. "No way! It is you!"
"Yup," Billy said. "In the fle -- well, what do you call this anyway?"
"It doesn't matter," Spencer stated. "You're my hero! You're my idol! You're the whole reason I moved out here! And now you're here! I -- I don't even know where to begin -- "
"How about I re-enact one of your favorite scenes?" Billy offered.
Spencer blushed. "Well, uh, I -- "
"Don't be shy about it, just tell your biggest inspiration what you like," Billy cooed.
"Uh..." Spencer was both embarrassed and lost for words. "The... the locker room scene. From -- from Rock Hard Jock."
"Ah, you like me big, don't ya?"
Spencer nodded.
"I liked me bigger too."
Billy floated out of the room to start the scene. Spencer took off his old condom and put on a new one from the same windowsill. He rewound the video back to the start of the locker room scene, for comparison.
Billy re-entered the room in a cocky manner. He was somehow wearing exactly the same clothing as his character did in the movie. He also bulked up to match his physique in the movie. It looked like he had put on another fifty pounds of muscle versus just a few moments ago. It was starting to get Spencer all riled up again inside, even though he had just came. When the big long pan shot comes around, Billy imitates it: That million-dollar smirk. Unbuttoning his jacket to show off his pecs, and then taking it off to flex his arms. And as the camera hit his midsection, Billy began to lower his pants, revealing every inch of his big, long, female-fancying member. It looked exactly the same in front of him as it did in the video. Spencer tried to stifle his emerging stiffy, and hide the fact that he was already leaking pre into the new condom. However, he could only hold it down with his hands for so long before things got to be too much. He soon let go, his now-erect shaft on display to Billy.
"I-I'm not gay, I swear!" Spencer stammered out.
"Ohhh, I understand," Billy said. "You wanna be me."
"More than anything," Spencer confirmed.
"You want this body, you want this power..." Billy's pants slid off and into nothingness.
Spencer couldn't resist jacking himself off at Billy's teasing of his fantasies.
"You want to be the man, the talk of the town," Billy continued, before grabbing his own hardened cock. "You want to wield a legendary dick like this, able to get women wet just by looking at it." Billy floated closer. "And if you were wondering about my holiday movie..." he floated up to Spencer's ear. "It is a thirty-nine-and-a-half-centimenter pole."
Spencer blew another load, filling his condom with more of his young spunk. Once he recovered, he started to take off the condom and noticed that Billy was disappearing from view, even though he was right there in the room with him.
"...Can I put on something to see you that isn't a condom?" Spencer asked.
"I'm sure there's something that's not my condoms somewhere," Billy said.

Chapter 2

Spencer found a clear ring with an indentation in a silhouette shape of Billy's head -- his trademark -- and slipped it on. Billy himself faded into view.
"They were supposed to be futuristic mood rings for a party I was holding," Billy explained, "But the mood ring part broke off on most of them."
"Defective?" Spencer asked.
"Probably cheap," Billy replied.
"So how did you get your own line of condoms anyway?" Spencer asked, flipping one of the blue packages on the windowsill to reveal, yes, his head-silhouette was on the front of them.
"I had loads of merchandise out before I could float," Billy explained. "Posters, body pillows, jewelry, even an underwear line! For women and men," he added suggestively. "Of course I have a condom line! Who doesn't?"
"Uh, anyone else?" Spencer stated. The question-like delivery proved rhetorical.
"But I guess that's all gonna go away at some point," Billy lamented.
"What do you mean?" Spencer asked.
"Well, I'm all ghosty now," Billy admitted. "No one can see me anymore. No one can feel me around anymore. Believe me, it was one of the first things I tried. I guess now all I can do is watch my work head into history..."
Spencer tried to comfort him. "Billy, don't say that -- "
"What else is there, uh?..." Billy realized that he never got the young man's name.
"Spencer," Spencer finally properly introduced himself, sticking his hand out for Billy. "Spencer Wright. As a big fan, it's so cool to finally meet you."
Billy reaches to shake his hand, but his hand passes right through Spencer's, frowning at the failed attempt.
"Even... like this," Spencer adds.
"Really?" Billy responded, his mood improving. "That's so sweet to hear..." He almost looked like he was going to cry in joy. "I haven't heard that in so long..."
The feeling, however, only seemed to be temporary, as the sudden weight of impressing Spencer dampened him.
"But what does any of that mean now? All my best work is out there already. I can't make any more movies like this..."
"Don't say that, Billy!" Spencer insisted. "We can... go through your old contacts, see who's still around -- surely there's something!"
"It's not like you'd be interested in doing what I do," Billy commented
"Are you kidding me?" Spencer blurted. "That's my dream!"
Billy was taken a little by surprise, given he didn't know Spencer much at all. A fan of his was looking to follow in his footsteps? Billy took pause at the concept, turning his idle gaze to an intrigued stare at Spencer.
"I mean, it's kinda secretly the whole reason I moved out here. One, to get away from my parents, and everyone I used to know; if they found out about any of this, I don't know what they'd do..."
Billy's tone changed after hearing Spencer's aspirations. "Well don't worry about them, you're out here now! The land of the stars. And if you really want to go into making adult videos, allow me to be your guide. I'll shape you up and teach you about everything I know." Billy took on a very muscular, very hung form to prove his point.
"You'd do that for me?" Spencer asked. The circumstances were just too good to be true.
"Of course! ...At least, to the best that I still can, given I'm all ghostified. If I can't do it anymore, the least I can do is get someone else in the door."
"Come on, it can't be that hard, right?" questioned Spencer.
"Oh, it's gotta be hard," answered Billy, making a double entendre.
"Touche," Spencer commented.
"The guy I worked with the most is a director named Dick. I think I still know where he works!" Billy said.
"Great, Billy! Let's go down there!" Spencer stated eagerly.
"I dunno... I don't think he's going to just take a guy like you..."
"I'll bring an extra ring and I'll tell him I'm with Billy!" Spencer insisted. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Following Billy's directions, Spencer arrived at a surprisingly well-kept warehouse.
"Ahh, the sex factory," Billy commented.
"The sex factory?" Spencer asked.
"Little joking name for the place."
Inside, a man was about to reach orgasm in a steamy, sensual scene. He moaned upon his release into the woman he was sleeping with. Just as the man was about to pull out, he heard a voice behind him.
"Aaand cut!"
Another man, kinda big but somewhat of an athletic build, came over to pat the man on the back as the two decoupled from each other.
"Great work, great work," the director praised. "Let's take a break."
The two lovers got partially dressed, and the director left the set and headed over to the food cart towards the entrance to the warehouse.
Spencer entered and noticed the man.
"That's him!" Billy noted proudly.
"Um, hey..." Spencer said to the man in a kind of awkward manner. "Are you Dick?"
"Yeah, I am," Dick replied, putting down a sandwich. He didn't seem all that interested at first.
"My name is Spencer Wright, and uh, I'd like to work with you on your, uh, adult videos..."
Dick gave Spencer a good look, eyeing him from his head to his toes and back again. "What are you supposed to be, some sort of twink?"
"What? No, I'm straight!" Spencer retorted.
"Not with that kind of a body."
"But -- I was recommended by Billy Joe Cobra!"
"Billy? My best star? My favorite star? He's dead!"
"He's still a ghost, and he followed me right here!" Spencer offered Dick the extra mood ring (again, broken) that he had brought from home. "Put this on and you'll see him!"
"I don't believe you, and I doubt what you're saying is true."
Spencer was disappointed.
"But I'll tell you what -- come back when you've put on, let's say, another 80, 90 pounds of muscle, and then we can talk."

"I can't believe him!" Spencer said before grunting. It was the next day, and Spencer was working out on a bench press, two ten-pound weights -- among the smallest in Billy's home gym -- flanking the sides of the bar he was doing repetitions on.
"What happened to the Dick I loved?" Billy asked. He had morphed into a shirtless, ripped, muscular hunk, only wearing a towel draped over his shoulder and a pair of suggestive gym shorts, to support and motivate Spencer. To add to the effect, he had made himself look sweaty and glistening, but wasn't paying attention to the protein shake -- Spencer's -- that he was leaning on and inadvertently leaking ectoplasm into. The shake began to glow a pale blue on top of the chocolate-flavored brown it usually was.

After finishing the set he was on, Spencer went over to drink some of his shake. As soon as he gulped it down, however, a strange feeling befell Spencer.
"Spencer, are you alright?"
Spencer started to tent in his pants. His once-flat chest expanded into full-fledged pecs; his arms bloating out into defined biceps and triceps. After the expansion extended to his forearms, Spencer's body gained the beginnings of a six-pack. His quads and hamstrings gained definition, and his cock and balls increased in thickness and size. Suddenly, Spencer had the body of a fledgling athlete; not overly defined, but he had been working on it for a while.
"Billy... I feel better than alright now..." Spencer finally replied, looking at his new body.
"What happened?" Billy asked, confused.
"I don't know, I just drank the shake, and -- " Spencer took a closer look at it. "Why is it... kinda glowing?"
The statement caught Billy's attention. "Glowing?"
"Yeah, see? It's kinda glowing."
"Spencer, I might be crazy, but I think my ectoplasm might've leaked into it?"
"What?"
"It happens sometimes. Hot days, mindless gazing, when I'm especially horny..."
"Well make it happen again, 'cause I just got this body from it!" Spencer replied, with no further desire for explanation. "This is my ticket into Dick's bedroom set!"
"Uhhh, okay," Billy complied. "Maybe I can make it happen. If I can focus it..." Billy looked at his hand, and a blob of ecto rose up from his palm. He came over and rubbed it into Spencer's abdominals. As quickly as previously, Spencer's body bulged out, enhancing the muscles which had already set in earlier. His pecs grew out further, his arms inflated larger, his legs thickened, his shoulders grew, and traps rose behind Spencer's thickening neck. He now stood as a beefy, muscular man, with proportions approaching a bodybuilder's. In fact, he looked just as big as Billy did in the form he had morphed into.
"I can't believe that worked!" Spencer said, his voice a little deeper, his vocals more manly; fitting for such a body, but only slightly altered from previously.
"You've still got an erection, bro," Billy pointed out.
Spencer opened his workout pants. "Whoa, I did not wake up with that this morning."
Letting down his pants and underwear, he revealed a massive, rock-hard shaft, ten inches long and three inches around. Supporting such a cock were proportionally-enlarged testicles in the sack hanging from his groin.
Spencer touched himself. Pleasure flowed through him as he began to be filled with a lusty desire to jack off. "Man, that's sensitive."
"I would imagine."
"You -- you mind if I?..."
"Bathroom's over there," Billy said, pointing in a particular direction.

In the large bathroom, Spencer looked at himself in a series of mirrors covering one wall of the room. They offered Spencer a full-body view of his new hot and hunky muscular form. His attention was first directed to the massive pectorals which comprised his new chest. Feeling them up, they were soft, yet simultaneously firm, hinting at the enormous mounds of muscle underneath the skin. He then proceeded to put on a little show for himself, inspired by scenes in Billy's old pornos: flexing his biceps, posing in various ways; he even managed to do a pec-pop, which surprised him. All of this continued to agitate his erect member below, begging for release. After making himself good and horny from all the posing, Spencer finally began to masturbate. Each stroke of his new penis felt like nothing he had ever felt before down there, a feeling of sheer pleasure and hormonal lust which was difficult to describe beyond a series of excited moans. Although he had jacked off many times before in private, this time felt like the first time all over again. After a quicker than usual buildup, Spencer finally couldn't take it anymore. The erotic bliss was too much for him and his enhanced dick, and he finally blew his load, all over the mirror he was standing in front of. Load after load of thick, creamy white semen painted the mirrors, obscuring his midsection. After seemingly countless forceful spurts, the cum spray slowed down to a trickle after a couple minutes. Spencer felt a little winded, surprisingly; Looking at himself through the parts of the mirror he could still see through, Spencer felt a renewed determination swelling inside of him. All his doubts and worries were no match for having a body like that and your hero as your guide, he thought. A confidence, a cockiness, even, seemed to wash over him. Once the remnants of his erection subsided, Spencer returned, nude, to Billy in the weight room.

"Have a nice time choking your chicken, bro-me video?" Billy asked.
"Oh, more than a good time..." replied Spencer.
"Hey, it sounds like you've got a new attitude!" noticed the ghost.
"Dick can't turn a body like this down, now can he?" Spencer boasted. "Once I go back down there -- "
"Whoa, ten-inch-dild-bro, maybe edge on that idea. How about I show you how to use that thing instead?" Billy said, referring to Spencer's bigger cock. "You don't wanna be this buff and make a bad second first impression when it's time to perform, do ya?"
To some extent, Billy was right, and Spencer knew it (but wouldn't admit to it). On the other hand, taking a few lessons from his hero would make his life.
"Alright, Billy," Spencer agreed, groping himself. "Let's get hands-on."

Chapter 3

Spencer Wright couldn't believe how well the past few days had gone for him. He had moved in to his new house, he met his idol, he then found out that his new house was his idol's, visited an adult production, and proceeded to inadvertently gain the hot, muscular body every male star would envy. He didn't think he could feel any better than this.

Though maybe that was because he was about to blow a load.

After a brief moment at the point of no return, Spencer came into the Billy Joe Cobra-branded fleshlight he was 'training' on. Pulling it away, he simply sat back as his extra-large cock spurted jets of semen into the air, almost like a fountain. About thirty seconds later, Spencer's stream began to weaken into a trickle.

"Hmm..." Billy pondered, his beefy gym-bod now adorned with fake glasses and holding a notepad, a pencil in his other hand tapping his chin. "Could last longer in the thrusting, and the climax could've been drawn out a little more. But for someone like you, that's really good!"
"Really?" Spencer got up, his body still recovering from the ejaculation.
"Yeah, for an amateur!"
Spencer noticed his body was looking a little less buff after his climax. "Uh, Billy?"
"I gotcha," Billy replied, coming back with the ecto-infused protein shake. After a few gulps, Spencer's musculature had returned to its former size.
"Now that's more like it," Spencer commented.
"Maybe you should practice a few more times, just to be sure," Billy suggested. He had changed his outfit now; he was still as buff as earlier, but he was only wearing a bright-white jockstrap, which was struggling to contain Billy Joe's 'Cobra' -- perhaps intentionally. A whistle currently caught in between his pecs performed the least effort possible in titling the outfit 'sex coach'.
"Dude, really?" Spencer complained. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to get it up again for at least a few minutes..."
"Rats," Billy noted. "That pesky 'refractory period'." He hovered air quotes around the phrase. "Experienced porn stars -- like yours truly -- can basically get hard on command," he explained. "I never had to wait longer than it took to set up the next take. And ever since I got all ghosty, well, whatever refractory period I used to have was thrown out the window!"
"Lucky you," Spencer commented.
"I've gotta remember that you're not as experienced at this as I am -- at least not yet," Billy hinted. "But you've jacked yourself off before, right?"
"Plenty," Spencer explained. "But not with this big of a cock." Upon that statement, he got curious. "Hey, Billy -- could you beef this up a little more?"
"Getting feisty over there, Spencer?" asked a playful Billy.
"I guess you could say I'm a tiger -- grrr!" Spencer joked. Billy slathered on more ectoplasm to Spencer's dick as if it were lube. After a few seconds, it plumped out to an even foot long and seven inches around.
The application seemed to arouse him. "I think I'm boning up again, Billy!"
"Great! Let's get back on the saddle, and give that horse a ride," Billy stated, again inserting suggestive wordplay.
"Wonder why you couldn't just ecto your sex knowledge into me," Spencer commented as he picked up the used fleshlight again.
"I probably could, but I might have to possess you for that."
"What?"
"I mean, that's how it works in the movies, right?"
To Spencer, Billy did have a point. Spencer had watched a lot of movies while he still had to lie about his interests as a 'filmmaking' gig. He enjoyed most genres for various reasons, but among his favorite genres were horror films. The somewhat schlocky, imperfect, and sometimes ridiculous nature of some horror movies -- especially some of the lower-budget ones that made their way to theaters -- reminded him of how porn was produced. Similarly imperfect, and at times, similarly ridiculous. But if you suspended your disbelief just enough, it worked perfectly.
"Eugh," Spencer found his cum unappetizing to look at leaking out of the sex toy. "You have another one of these, Billy? I'm probably gonna have to wash this one out later..."
"For one thing, Spence, you're gonna have to stop being squeamish at seeing your own cum leaking out of a pussy," Billy explained. "That's not gross, that's success! You came so hard that she can't even handle it all. You dominated in there. And I'm pretty sure I do have another fleshlight..."

"I know today's the first time you've ever been this big, but if you want to be like me, you've gotta own it," Billy taught Spencer, who was now armed with a new, clean fleshlight. "Like you've been this big and had this dick all your life. Lucky for you, that can be taught."
"Who said I needed to be taught?" Spencer replied with a smirk. "The only teaching that's happening in here is your body getting to know this big thick dick."
"Well done!" complimented 'the Cobra'. "I could feel the confidence coming off of you that time. Now show 'em your dick means business."
Spencer slid his shaft into the toy and began to stroke again; slower this time. He was trying to both lengthen how long it was before he came again, and appreciate, even relish, the feeling of a twelve-inch dick. Wielding that powerful piece of meat was somewhat intoxicating all on its own; Spencer felt more confident in his prowess almost automatically.
He still didn't last very long -- the added pleasure from having such a large shaft, and his own excitement and inexperience, limited him to about ten minutes -- but his lengthy spurts seemed to show promise.
"Hmmm, looks like you just need a little more practice," Billy commented, assuming his glasses-wearing thoughtful stance again. "Dick can wait until tomorrow."
Spencer looked somewhat disappointed, but trusted in the analysis of the expert. "Well, can I at least keep this body?"
"Spencer, you can be as big as you want," Billy said, as if it were a no-brainer.
"I don't think my clothes are going to fit around... all this..." Spencer gestured to himself.
"No problem, hyper-bro-phy, you can just get something out of my closet."
"You still have clothes in here?" Spencer asked, puzzled.
"Spence. I've still got condoms in here and sex toys in here. Clearly my clothes did not get moved out of here when I got ghostified."
Billy had a point, Spencer figured, and Billy led his enlarged protégé to another part of the house, which happened to contain a walk-in closet. Inside, Spencer found a vast collection of a variety of outfits; plenty of normal clothing, but also lots of clothes to fit various character archetypes.
"Where did all this come from?" Spencer asked, pointing to a handful of jockstraps in a pile under a football jersey, but also more generally to the more unusual attire.
"I got to keep a lot of the outfits from my porn shoots -- if they were clean enough, at least," Billy explained. "Some of them I bought myself, too, but those jockstraps? Definitely from a video. I don't even really like to wear jockstraps, honestly; I prefer a good thong if I want to hint at my dong."
Upon further delving into the room, Spencer finds some clothes that would seem more fitting to his own average build than Billy's. "Why are these in here?" Spencer points out. "They don't even look like they fit you!"
"Oh, that was from that one movie where I played a twink who slowly found out that they were straight. Throughout the movie, as I get more turned on by girls, I get more and more buff," Billy recited as if it all happened yesterday. He then grimaced, as if reliving a bad memory. "That movie was a weird one."
"I don't think I've seen that one," Spencer commented.
"I don't think it's on the internet," replied Billy.
Looking through the closet of the very talkative adult film star, and listening to his commentary, was an enlightening experience for Spencer. There was still a part of it all that felt unreal to him, but one subtle fondle of his newly-formed pectoral reminded him that this was all very real.
"Find something you like, Spencer?" Billy asked.
"I dunno..." answered Spencer.
"Come on, Spence! Look at yourself. What wouldn't look good on you right now?" Billy urged.
"I mean -- "
"You gotta dress for the job you want, not the job you have. And for you, that job is banging chicks like there's no tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, I just... this is all new to me. I don't know what that means."
"That's why you've got me," Billy insisted. Flying through his closet, he pulled out an orange sleeveless tee and silver shorts, and handed them to Spencer. "Here, put these on."
Spencer was about to comply, before a pair of blue boxer briefs were thrown at his face; it fell onto the other clothes. "Oh, I almost forgot; Billy Joe Cobra underwear, so you can see me."

After putting on the new attire, Spencer was led to a nearby mirror, where he could see himself in all his muscular beauty. The clothes looked good on him; the tee allowed Spencer freedom to display his meaty arms, while the shorts hinted an impressive bulge hiding behind the celebrity-branded underpants. As he flexed his biceps in the mirror, Spencer slowly warmed up to the idea of him as a musclebound porn star. It wasn't second nature to him yet, like it was for his hero Billy, but with a little ghostly help from him, he was sure it soon would be.

"See, you're looking good already," commented the Cobra, now dressed in a a blue tee and black shorts; a skimpier, more revealing version of what Spencer had on.

"Man, do I look ready to get some or what!" He continued to flex and pose, his cock slowly hardening just off the sight of him.
"You've got a lot to learn, bro-tégé..."

Chapter 4

Spencer Wright yawned as he woke up on a plush, luxurious super-sized bed as the sunlight streamed into the room. It was all still so unfamiliar to him; he was used to waking up in a sort-of-decorated, okay-sized room at his parents' place miles and miles back east. This morning, he was waking up in the lavish, decked-out room formerly belonging to his porno idol, Billy Joe Cobra. Or, perhaps, still belonging to him, in a way, as he was now Spencer's ghostly guide. The room he was waking up in wasn't the only thing different about him; Spencer now possessed a muscular body worthy of a porn star, with a massive cock to match. Waking up to all this, Spencer was surprised he didn't have morning wood.

Once Spencer fully awakened and got used to his surroundings again, in floated Billy, fully nude; his own muscles and dick fully on display.
"Dude!" Spencer asked, getting more if an eyeful than he was hoping for at this hour. "Some clothes on, please?"
"Oh, right." And on popped a pair of blue shorts, the heft of his shaft still creating a prominent downward bulge but keeping the actual organ itself hidden away, if only barely.
Billy liked clothes just as much as he liked being nude; he enjoyed buying (and receiving) new outfits and seeing how they looked on him. Now that Billy was a ghost, clothing was arbitrary, so he could put on whatever, whenever he wanted; even if he was in the mood for wearing nothing at all.
"Morning, Spence!" Billy greeted cheerfully as he hung in the air.
"Good morning, Billy." Spencer replied. "You look... as amazing as ever."
"You look pretty hot yourself, Bro-donis," Billy added.
"Is it weird that I'm sleeping in your bed?" Spencer asked. "I mean, you're still..."
"I got over all the weird things about being a ghost a long time ago, Spence," Billy explained. "Technically, I can't sleep. But I can still lie down if I wanted to." Billy flew over and joined Spencer on the bed to prove his point; Spencer rolled over to the far side of the bed to maintain a distance between them.
"But like, is it going to be weird seeing somebody else sleeping there?"
"It's not unusual," Billy replied, his mind going back to many a morning-after where he had woken up to a girl still asleep beside him.
"...Another guy?" Spencer clarified.
"...I'll get over it," Billy insisted. "Besides," the ghost continued, "You need it more than me anyway."
"So what does a porn star have for breakfast anyway?" Spencer asked.
Getting back up, Billy realized that there'd probably be nothing for him at the house. His pondering look around made that clear. "That's a good question..."

Their predicament was solved for this morning by a trip to a local diner. Spencer was actually wearing a shirt with sleeves and a pair of pants this morning; yet another casual outfit from Billy's closet. He was in the midst of wolfing down a stack of pancakes, a few times higher than a stack he'd usually order. Billy warned his protégé he'd have an increased appetite at a bigger size, such as the one he was in right now, and told him to try and order accordingly. Billy, decked out in a silver tank top, gray sweatpants, and shades nestled in his hair, was floating around in the booth seats next to him, though no one could see him besides Spencer, and trying to eat a slice of Spencer's stack himself, even if it was only for solidarity rather than the fact that he could actually eat as a ghost.
"So there is an actual thing as dick makeup?"
"Sure is," Billy explained, in the midst of regaling him with stories from his porn star life. "Though most of us have never had to use it -- especially not yours truly."
"Not even for, like, 'The Six Foot Monster Cock From Outer Space'?"
Billy laughed. "That would be an awesome movie to make, bro-ham!"
"I'm surprised it doesn't exist already," Spencer commented. "Your catalog is so huge..."
"Well, given I can apparently change your body with my ecto... maybe you can do it."
Spencer imagined himself with a six-foot cock, taller than him and thicker than his leg, aching balls reaching down to his knees. He could hardly fathom possessing, much less using, such a tool. His face flushed in embarrassment.
"Anyway, let's get these pancakes finished, Spencer; you've still got a lot to learn before you can try again with Dick."
"Still?" Spencer asked.
"When you finally get into his bed, you'll thank me," Billy explained.
Spencer gave him a look.
"Not like that," he specified. "On set!"

At the adult film studio, another busty babe was moaning on a set after a sex scene.
"And cut!" Dick calls. "That was perfect. Everyone, it's time for a lunch break; help yourselves to the catering cart."
Dick himself was about to dive into a sandwich before being interrupted.
"Um, I'm looking for Dick?" asked a somewhat deep voice in sort of a dopey way.
Dick looked up from his sandwich and straight into a wall of perfectly-carved abs, lying in the shadow of plump, protruding pecs, and towards the face of Spencer Wright, who vaguely looked familiar. Dick didn't see it immediately, though, and turned his attention down to Spencer's impressive package.
"No need to look," the director commented, "You've got plenty of it right here!"
Billy floated behind Spencer as Dick took in the ghost's little protégé.
"You certainly look the part," Dick mused, "But do you have the talent? -- "
Dick's train of thought was interrupted by outrageous moans as Spencer had gone to work screwing the sexy starlet on break.
"Yes, please! More, you mysterious man!" she urged as Spencer thrust through her all twelve inches of his length.
Spencer tried to maintain control and hold out for as long as he could, but after a few more minutes, Spencer came, his thick cream filling her hole and overflowing out of it, coating his shaft in hot fresh jizz. Dick and Billy watched on in awe and pride, respectively.
"I don't know who you are, young man," Dick finally spoke, "But I want you for this studio. You're hot, you're hunky, you're hung..."
Spencer turned around after lying the woman back down on the bed, her body an ecstatic mess and her insides a spunky one. "Where do I sign?"

Today felt like Dick's lucky day; a hunky, hung young man walked into the door on his lunch break, and was currently signing the papers to be his next big star. Dick realized that he hadn't been this impressed, or this happy with a new hire, since... since... since Billy left. He hid his burgeoning emotions well, however, as Spencer handed the paperwork back to Dick.
"Welcome to the team, uh..."
"Spencer," the buff man confirmed. "Spencer Wright."
The name rang a bell. "No way..." He looked up at Spencer's face, and it seemed familiar too. "No way! Weren't you that skinny twink yesterday who came in asking for a gig?"
"I'm not a twink," Spencer clarified. "Or, I wasn't a twink."
"The fuck you aren't! You're a hot piece of masculine perfection, and I don't care how you got there, but keep it up!"
Spencer looked back towards Billy for advice on Dick's nonchalance. "Porn can be a no-questions-asked business sometimes."
"One more question," Dick asked, contradicting that unheard statement. "Are you clean? No STDs, no STIs, none of that?"
"Of course not!" Spencer replied.
"Well then, welcome to the team! Don't call me -- I'll call you when I need you to come," Dick explained, in an unwitting double entendre.
"Um, alright!"
"I'm gonna make you a star, Spencer!"

Things were moving pretty fast, but Spencer was on his way; he was signed up to be an adult video star. He didn't know it'd take a little help from his hero to get there -- or that he'd even meet his hero -- but now that it was settled, he didn't want it to have happened any other way.

As they headed back to Billy's pad, Spencer had a bit of an admission to make.
"...I think I lost my virginity today, Billy,"
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, I mean -- that girl at the studio was hot, and I could hardly resist, so... I'm pretty sure that counts."
"I'm surprised, casa-bro-va," Billy replied. "You never got any action back home?"
"I mean, I had a girlfriend, once... but we didn't get that far." Spencer looked down, worried he wasn't living up to Billy's expectations.
"Well, congratulations, Spencer," Billy said instead, giving Spencer a ghostly pat on the back. "Where you're going, you won't need your virginity."
"To dick-finity and beyond?" Spencer joked.
"I like that," Billy added. "To dick-finity and beyond!" he repeated, in a more stoic, heroic pose and voice.

Chapter 5

"Young and Hung," Spencer read out, holding a script in his hands.
"Young and Hung?" Billy repeated. "Sounds simple enough."
"It's about two new students who come to town and screw everyone," Spencer explained. "I'm sharing the lead role with one of Dick's longer-serving guys, but he promised that I'd get more of the screen time."
"That sounds great, bro-tégé! And you certainly look the part..." Billy replied, eyeing his trainee.
"We start filming this weekend," Spencer explained. "I can't believe it -- everything's moving so fast. Soon, I'll have a credit for a starring role in an adult video! I don't know what I'm going to do, or how I prepare -- "
"Relax, Spencer," Billy explained. "It's a porno, not arthouse cinema. As long as you perform in the bedroom, you'll probably be fine."
"You think so?" Spencer asked.
"Sure," the ghost explained, floating around the newly-musclebound future star. "Even I, master banger extraordinaire, wasn't that great my first time."
"Really?" Spencer found it hard to imagine his hero being flawed in his films; even screwing up a take seemed beyond belief.
"Yeah! All I needed was practice, on- and off- screen. And believe me," Billy added, implying subtext, "I certainly got it."
"But I'm not you," Spencer continued, doubting himself. "I can't just call up a truckload of babes to boost my confidence."
"What's stopping you?" asked Billy. "They might be intrigued by the allure of the Cobra mansion."
"Whuh -- are you serious?" Spencer was surprised.
"Maybe you're not ready for the massive sex-binges I used to have, but maybe you can handle one girl," offered Billy. "Be confident, be suave, be in control, and give her a night to remember -- and then you'll be on to something."
"I mean -- "
"Come on, Bro-meo -- I'm sure there's plenty of ladies I can call up so you can swing your bat."
"...Okay," Spencer finally agreed. "I do need the practice..."
"Get ready for a wild night, bro-job," Billy replied. "Oh, and before I forget -- get another one of my broken party rings for when you take those boxers off."
"Nice catch, Billy."

The evening soon arrived, and so did Spencer's mystery lay. Spencer tried to get into his zone and turn on the charm, like he had at Dick's earlier, but still felt he wasn't completely ready for what the night had ahead for him. The doorbell rang, and Spencer headed out front to let Billy's babe in.

"Hi!"
The buxom blonde at the door was certainly easy on the eyes. She also seemed nice, friendly, and perhaps a bit agreeable. She invited herself in and soon began to coddle the built newbie.
"You must be Spencer..." she cooed.
Spencer was caught by surprise at her apparent eagerness. "And you must be..."
"Alyssa," she replied, as she felt up Spencer's powerful body. Spencer was wearing a deep indigo dress shirt -- he was surprised it fit his massive frame -- but Alyssa was tickling her way up and down his abs all the same.
"Well aren't you eager." A knowing smirk lit up Spencer's face, as he put some of Billy's training in action.

"So I guess you bought the Cobra mansion?" Alyssa asked as they walked through the halls of the house.
"Yeah," Spencer answered. In his head, he was hesitant; he had no reason to be, given it was the truth, he did just buy the place, but it felt weird to say that, given the reminder he was wearing on his ring finger.

"I think it suits you," she added sultrily. "It's fitting for such a big, strong..." Alyssa crawled her hand up his meaty bicep, landing on his chin. "Handsome man."

"Well I'm more than just a pretty face," Spencer stated.

"Oh, I'd love to find out just how much more you are," Alyssa continued, sliding her hand down the thin fabric of the shirt, feeling the musculature underneath; from his thick pecs to chiseled abs, straight down to his prominent bulge, which started to swell at her touch.

She wrapped her arms around him and leaned in for a kiss. After an awkward moment of realizing what she was going for, Spencer leaned in and kissed her, passionate sparks beginning to fly as they neared the master bedroom.

Spencer opened the door into the huge bedroom; save for a few extra pictures and decorations, it still looked largely as it did when it was Billy's.

"You haven't redecorated?" Alyssa asked.

"Well, I'm still new in town," Spencer replied.

"You ever wonder about having such big shoes to fill?" she wondered.

"Oh, I don't think I'll have any problems filling anything tonight..." Spencer stated slyly as he began to unbutton his shirt, more of his meaty pecs and chiseled abs being revealed the lower his hands sank.

"You see..." Spencer peeled his arms out of the shirt and threw it onto the floor. "I've got some big things of my own..." He flexed his still-new biceps through a crab pose, though his muscles probably weren't what either of them were thinking about.

In another room close by, Billy could hear Spencer's first time -- as a hunk, at least -- and silently fist-pumped as he nailed the conversational foreplay.

"Well, why don't you show me... exactly how you're going to fill his shoes." Alyssa undid the button on his deep-gray dress pants.

Spencer undid his fly and got out of his pants, revealing his prominent bulge, currently tied up inside a revealing pair of boxer briefs.

"Gladly," he answered with confidence.

Spencer slowly and seductively began to pull down his briefs, revealing to her every inch of his girthy length in tantalizing detail. Alyssa's eyes appeared to widen as more of his thick shaft slid out. Spencer's hardening erection was eagerly growing to its full size, the cock jutting out a full foot in front of his sculpted body. 

There were a few moments of quiet as Alyssa seemed to take in the sight of the erect, nude, hunky, hung Spencer, and in those brief moments he wondered in his head if he had done something wrong. She soon pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Ooh... you're so... big..." Alyssa commented sultrily as she grasped his girth with her left hand.

"You think you can handle it?" Spencer teased cockily.

"Oh, I can handle it," Alyssa affirmed as she knelt down and began to jack him off.

Spencer was almost immediately reduced into undeniably lusty moans; this girl was good. Her hand was certainly better at pleasuring his cock than his own hand, Billy-enhanced dick or otherwise. Though that would make sense, Spencer figured, in one of his last coherent thoughts before the hormones overwhelmed his brain; she's in the porn scene. It's kind of her thing.

Spencer's sexually-addled utterances echoed throughout much of the Cobra mansion; certainly Billy could hear him, though he wondered if Spencer was unwittingly giving up too much control, letting her turn him into putty. If that was the case, he'd be in no shape to dominate on set. He peeked his head in to watch the handy in progress. While it was reassuring it wasn't anything more important, it also was worrying to Billy given Spencer's sexual aspirations. Jeez, Billy thought, did he not get much attention from the ladies back home? The ghost pondered further. Oh who am I kidding, he's a total amateur!

Spencer must have had some semblance of bearings left in him, however, as once precum began to leak from his shaft, he grasped the back of Alyssa's head firmly.

Come on, come on... Billy thought, hoping Spencer was doing what he thought he was doing.

Sensing the cue as her head neared his glans, Alyssa began to lick the tip of Spencer's cock before beginning to take it down her throat.

Yes! Billy thought, his fears of a lost cause quashed. His head slipped back out of the room, leaving the two in relative privacy.

If Spencer could think at this point, he wouldn't have noticed Billy, and he would have also remarked that Alyssa felt like an expert. He was too wrapped up in the pleasure of her sucking him off to even form a thought, the occasional moan the only thing leaking from his mouth. 

Alyssa stimulated Spencer further by starting to fondle his hefty balls, which led to an even louder moan as his pleasure was amplified. The two seemed to lose track of time and even place, at least until a very particular moment.

"Aah, I'm going to -- "

Before Spencer could brace himself, his balls seized up, signaling to him he was past the point of no return. The newly-minted hunk unleashed his load inside her; thick, creamy blasts of semen filling her mouth. Spencer came for a length of time that was surprising to him, not used to his heftier package; his virile seed seemingly exploding into her gullet. Alyssa seemed to gag a little as his sperm overflowed, the thick cum leaking from her mouth and dribbling down her chin.

"Mmm..." Alyssa remarked softly. "Delicious." 

Spencer's face lit up with a sultry, prideful grin. He should be proud of his sexual conquest; the feeling was still far from natural to him, but this was progress. He could get used to it.

"Hey, baby..." Alyssa cooed. "Can we do that again?"

Spencer felt his thick length harden at the ask. He put on a cocky smirk "I think we can do this all night..."

Chapter 6

It was late morning the following day, and Billy and Spencer were chatting in what was now Spencer's room; the site of passionate lovemaking the night before. Billy's long, soft cock was flopping out of a tight thong, and, unusually, Spencer's musclebound build was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of boxer briefs -- arguably the least Spencer had worn around Billy since moving in. Regardless of their clothing or lack thereof, the two were relaxed and casual.

"So, I heard you hit it off with that girl last night," Billy began.

"Well, I certainly hit something," Spencer replied lewdly.

"It sure sounded like you did, Bro-meo," Billy continued. "How did you feel last night?"

"I felt good," Spencer answered. "I felt... confident."

"Here's the thing," Billy explained. "You've got a big body, you've got a big cock, so now you need to bring a big personality to go with it. You're not small and scrawny anymore! You're hot! You're a stud! And you can take -- er, take on -- the world!"

"Heck yeah!" Spencer agreed. He had idly begun to toy with his thick dick inside the boxers, making a prominent outline of his semi-hard girth plainly visible.

"I don't know if you think you need more... practice," Billy added, "But from the looks of it, you're pretty ready for this shoot, bro-tege."

"Really?" Spencer asked. "Just like that?"

"There isn't really that much more to it," Billy explained. "Even for me, I always kept it simple. You've got the looks, you've got the body, you've got a 'Cobra' of your own, and you can certainly perform with it. And if you're worried about how you'll do in the moment, just think: 'What would I do?'" Billy pointed to himself with one hand and flexed his arm with the other.

"I guess you have a point..." Spencer came around. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time he had looked to his idol for inspiration.

"Plus look at you, you're already acting like me, unafraid and unashamed and touching your junk. You're nearly a natural already, and it hasn't even been a week."

Spencer looked down again, his hand still squishing his super-sized sausage around in his underpants. 

"Yeah..." remarked Spencer.

"But if you really think you need any more help before this shoot, you know where to find me," Billy added helpfully. He then floated out of the room.

Spencer gave it all some thought, and in all honesty, it really did seem that easy; his nerves would probably go away with some 'practice' and 'experience', and soon enough the idea of Spencer growing into a sexy, studly, successful porn star just like his idol was enough to get him hard.

"Unh... Everyone will love me..."

Spencer muttered on as his thick man-meat began to tent in his boxers; losing himself in the heat, he casually slid it out, his hand firmly grasping the lengthy shaft.

"Unf... I'll be huge, and jacked, and... hnnnng hung..."

Spencer's hormones kicked in quickly as he fed his lusty need, precum soon beginning to leak as he stroked his sizable member.

"Girls will be all over me... begging for my cock..."

His other hand lightly traced his abs as his mind went wild imagining the image of himself he was describing. 

"I'll be so big I'll make Billy jealous..."

All of the sexy possibilities raced through Spencer's head, as his mind and his hormones teamed up to paint the novice as a porno casanova. 

"Ohhhh, so sexy..."

Spencer moaned as his lust continued to rise, orgasm nearing ever closer.

"He'll be so proud... he'll be the one... looking up to... to... meeeeeEEE!"

At the thought of the idol becoming the idolizer, Spencer came. Thick, creamy jets of spunk exploded from his cock, splattering against the ceiling as the amateur hunk was awash in pleasure. Despite the fact that he had cum multiple times with Alyssa last night, this time somehow still felt like the hardest Spencer had ever ejaculated. His spurts kept going and going, his enhanced volume well in excess of the output of the average man -- or Spencer himself, before meeting Billy -- his progressively weakening volleys seeming unending until they finally settled down to a trickle.

Hearing the unsubtle noise, Billy floated back in as Spencer came down from the afterglow.

"Wow," the ghost remarked.

Upon regaining his bearings, Spencer sat up and looked at the mess he made. Though, in the process, he also noticed that his body looked... different. His chest didn't seem to jut out as far now. His six-pack abs didn't seem to be chiseled as deeply as before. 

"Uh, Billy... do I look smaller to you?" Spencer asked, looking for a sanity check.

"Now that you mention it, fellati-bro..." Billy pondered. "How many times did you 'unload' last night?

Spencer gave a clueless shrug, and a wordless noise to match.

"Damn, you really are picking all this up fast," the ghost replied, somewhat proud, somewhat astounded. He shapeshifted slightly to don a pair of glasses on his head. They were meant to make him look smart, but given the rest of his outfit, it only made him look dopey. "Well, we're gonna have to keep some track of that, at least for now. It seems like every time you blow a load, you lose some of my ecto, and with that, your muscle."

"Noted," Spencer replied, his breath still a little hasty. "You wanna help me out with that?"

"One hot serving of ecto-hunk, coming up," Billy quipped, forming two gooey piles of ectoplasm in his hands. With a wet slap, Billy massaged the ghostly goo into Spencer's pecs, and the amateur could soon feel his bulk increasing. As Billy's hands moved lower, it almost felt like the ghost was sculpting his physique; hand-toning his new, perfect body.

"How big do you think you could go on me, Billy?" Spencer asked just before the Cobra was about to let go.

"I don't know..." his mind turned to mischief briefly. "But maybe we should save that thought until after you nail your first gig." The ghost shot down the idea. "Pun intended."

A fullness returning to his body, Spencer had another thought. "Well, what about breakfast?"

Decked in a plain teal tee and some shorts -- perfect for the California weather -- Spencer Wright hit the streets. A few morning joggers and bicyclists crossed his path, but the sidewalks were mostly clear as the bright sun came up. Floating beside him was Billy, dressed in a thin tank top and even skinnier shorts. Spencer had considered joining Billy and similarly displaying his physique while out and about, but he decided against it today. Not that what he was wearing hid his body much anyway -- aside from his uncovered arms and legs, his pecs were still prominent, and it didn't take too much effort to see the forms of his chiseled abs through his shirt.

Billy said he knew a place, so Spencer followed along. He was eager to find out some of 'the Cobra's' local secrets, but at the same time, it all felt so normal. On the way, the pair passed by an eatery that Spencer had seen online -- the Wi-Fri. A well-reviewed local favorite, Spencer stopped for a moment to take in the massive, appealing frontage. After a few awed moments, Spencer felt a tug on his shirt, peeling him from his gaze. He looked in Billy's direction, who was gesturing for him to keep moving. Without a word, Spencer continued to follow.

There were only a few more blocks for them to go before Billy pointed out the place: Big Don's Diner. Like a lot of diners, it had a bit of a retro charm to it, and it looked relatively nice. Feeling good about visiting his old haunt, Billy floated in, Spencer opening the door and following behind him. A small bell on the door rang as he walked in and found the open booth Billy was now floating above.

Chapter 7

"Ah, Big Don's, my favorite hangout," Billy mused in a fashion as laidback as he was reclining, floating over one side of the booth. "We'd all used to come by after sessions and shoot the breeze... and maybe a few extra loads."

"Huh?" Spencer was caught by surprise. "You can't do that in a public place!"

"Not unless that 'public place' was started by a group of ex-porn-stars," Billy explained. "Maybe have a look at the menu."

Spencer picked up the menu that had been sitting on the table. Opening it up, it looked pretty standard for a diner -- burgers, sandwiches, salads, ice cream -- but as he headed towards the back, he noticed that what should have been the back cover felt a little thick. Confused and noticing a seam, he tried to open up what seemed to be stuck pages, but they wouldn't budge.

"Come on, Spence! You gotta give it that porn star magic."

Billy placed his fingers on Spencer's menu, rubbing the back cover. The motion seemed to be creating friction -- not unlike two bodies getting intimate -- and after a few good rubs, the back cover came undone, revealing a whole new stack of pink-colored pages.

Reading the material, Spencer quickly realized that the extra content comprised of a myriad of ways to discreetly signal various sexual acts, or seemingly any sexual whim that might come by a porn star. 

"Let's just say that there's a room behind the kitchen where things get extra-steamy..." hinted Billy.

"...Noted," replied Spencer, putting down the menu. Reading further into that back section felt like it was chipping away at any youthful innocence he had left.

A young, attractive waitress walked up to their table, She seemed to notice something on the table -- perhaps that the secret menu was open -- but made no note of it.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?"

"The usual as always, my fine friend," Billy replied coolly before Spencer could even pipe up. A moment of awkward silence ensued, which the ghost found unusual, before he remembered what was really going on. "...Oh, right," he added, a bit of dejection seeping through.

"Uh, I'll have the..." Spencer tried to recall something he saw from poring through the front of the menu. "The breakfast plate."

The awkward interaction didn't register negatively with her, thankfully, and she happily took the order. "Alright, that'll be right out."

Spencer took advantage of their one-on-one time to pry a little more into Billy's career, and before they knew it, Spencer's order had arrived. Their conversation continued, and, amidst Spencer's eggs and sausage, Billy's eyes turned down to the plate.

"...Am I eating it weird?" Spencer asked, taking the half-eaten sausage out of his mouth.

"No, not at all," Billy replied. "But good catch."

"I learned after your own sausage scandal," Spencer noted.

"Hey, I was gay for pay that one time..." added Billy. "I really had to grin and bear it."

"But if it isn't my sausage," Spencer queried, "then... what is it?"

Billy sighed before answering. "It's just... being all ghosty is cool and all, but... I miss people seeing me. I miss all the attention, the love from all those adoring fans!"

"You miss being alive?" Spencer clarified.

Billy stopped abruptly at the notion of the word 'alive'. "Uh... yeah, I guess! I mean, I... I never really..." 

The usually composed star was now stuttering and messing up. "I never really came to terms with the idea that I'm... I'm... d-d-d--" 

The ghost couldn't utter the word out. He searched for an alternative he could say. 

"Not... not 'alive' anymore," Billy finally uttered. The once floating, relaxed, carefree ghost was now anxious, planted in his seat and leaning towards Spencer. 

"Can we not talk about... that D-word? I can't stand it."

"I'm sorry, Billy," Spencer apologized. "I didn't know..."

"Well how could I tell anyone anyway? I'm a ghost!" Billy commented. "There's no way anyone could know."

"But, if you had the choice," Spencer stated. "You'd be -- can I say it? -- you'd want to be alive again."

Billy winced at the blunt word choice, but otherwise stayed calm. "Yeah, or at least something! Sometimes I just wish there was a way I could tell people I was still here!"

"Well, Billy..." It was only at this pause did Spencer realize how distraught he was becoming. "We can work something out. Some sort of fan blog or special page or something. I don't know how we'll do it, especially not how we'll handle your... ghostiness, but I'll think of something."

"Aww..." Billy stretched his arm around Spencer to wrap him in a hug. "You're the best, meat and bro-tatoes. And I haven't even gotten to know you yet!"

"And, just for the record..." Spencer added, "when you... became a ghost, I couldn't handle it either. I looked up to you so much... how could I get that you... weren't here anymore?"

"Well, look at me," Billy replied. "I'm right here. And trust me," he added in something resembling his more usual cocksure tone, "You could look at this pretty face all day."

Spencer laughed. "I mean, look at me! I couldn't even dream of a body like this." Spencer started feeling up body parts. "These beefy arms and thick pecs and sexy six-pack and..." He looked under the table. "That huge cock..." Spencer's shaft was hardening under the table. "Oh god, that huge cock is mine. That's my cock!"

The realization was exciting for Spencer, so much so that his half-chub had snaked out into a fully-hard erection.

"Man, the chicks I'm gonna bang with this thing..." the amateur's mind wandered.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Bro-meo," Billy interrupted. "Or else you're gonna cum under the table."

"That'd be hot too," Spencer continued. "Jizzing everywhere with my big, manly cock..."

"Besides, there's some things to learn when you're well-endowed, especially if you want to perform well on-camera," Billy added. "No one likes an overpowering brute. Well, unless that's what the script calls for, like in Big and Brutal Cunt-Wrecker."

"Ungh... you're right, Billy. I'm just so hot now... maybe the new me needs a little more getting used to."

In the distance, Spencer saw the waitress approaching their table, a bill in hand.

"Rats, I don't think I put any money in these pants," Spencer remembered.

"Relax, bro-tein shake, all the companies cover their stars' needs here, food or otherwise," Billy explained. "Just say you'll put it on Dick's tab."

When she arrived at Spencer's table, the new stud spoke up.

"Uh, I'm working with Dick; you can put it on his tab."

"Oh, Billy Joe Cobra's old director?" the waitress noted. "You must be new. You certainly look like you look good under there..."

"You know it," Spencer added. "I'm a big fan of the Cobra, so it's great to follow in his footsteps."

"Maybe next time I can show you a little something in the back," the girl offered.

"Of course," agreed Spencer.

Having finished their breakfast excursion, Billy and Spencer left the diner. Spencer's shorts did little to hide his still firm erection. He didn't seem to mind too much, still giddy over his musculature.

"Hey, I might hate being invisible, but there are some cool things I can do as a ghost," Billy remarked. "Wanna see one?"

"Uh, sure, Billy, that -- whoa, whooa, whoaaaaaa!"

Spencer could hardly get out his reply before Billy hooked his arms under his shoulders and lifted him up into the sky, zooming him off back to the Cobra mansion.

Chapter 8

"Excited for your big day tomorrow?" Billy asked. After a day filled with a crash course in the finer points of acting like a studly porn star, bedtime had arrived, and with it, the realization that tomorrow, Spencer Wright would be filming his first porno.

"I'm nervous more than anything," Spencer admitted. "Even with all the stuff we did today, I don't know if I'm going to perform that well."

"You'll be fine, bro-nana!" Billy insisted. "If how you were on Dick's set showed me anything, it's that you'll be totally fine."

"I mean..." Spencer trailed off. "I also want to make you proud. I'm your biggest fan... I've got a lot to live up to."

Billy floated in close to his stud-in-training, sitting on the side of what was once his own bed. Given they were inside all day, the pair had agreed not to worry as much about keeping up the ectoplasm-infused musculature, and thus by now, after their strenuous sexual exercising, Spencer sat more as a mildly-athletic gym-goer. He was still noticeably bigger than normal, his leaner build complete with defined pecs, toned arms, and hints of a six-pack, but they were nothing compared to how he looked at breakfast that morning -- or how Billy looked now, his beefy arms on display as his thick pecs pushed out his tank top. The only thing that looked unusual on Spencer was the only part of his body they kept in check all day; the ten-inch-soft meat of his girthy cock, hanging calmly out of the right leg of his boxers.

"Listen to me, Spence..." Billy rested his hands on Spencer's shoulders. "You're gonna crush it, but I don't care how well you do tomorrow. The fact that you're here, pursuing your dreams, following in the footsteps of little old me..." The ghost smirked as he briefly looked down at himself. "Well, big old me... that makes me proud enough. And no matter what goes on or how finicky Dick gets tomorrow, you can come home knowing I'll be more than happy for you." 

Spencer cracked a smile; Billy's words seemed to be enough to reassure him.

"Now, it's time for you to get to sleep," Billy insisted, starting to float away. "You've got a big day tomorrow, don't you, stud?"

The way Billy called him 'stud' stirred his cock slightly, causing its girth to thicken as it stretched and lengthened into a half-chub. Billy noticed this, but didn't notice the awkward expression growing on Spencer's face, as he considered it a mishap.

"Easy there, little Spencer," Billy neared back in to address the penis. "You'll get plenty of action tomorrow."

Despite Spencer's embarrassment as Billy floated through the wall and out of the room, the ghost didn't seem fazed, which calmed Spencer's mind as he finally slid into the sheets to fall asleep.

Spencer stirred in his sleep, tossing and turning in the bedsheets. But what first seemed like a stressful, anxious slumber soon turned into something else, as Spencer's large endowment began to harden, hormones and lust starting to kick in and change Spencer's dreams. By the morning, Spencer awoke to a noticeable strain in his boxers. At first, his bleary eyes were confused by the wet spot in the middle of the sheet; as he realized the tent the moisture was capping, the hunk-in-training started to put the pieces together. Carefully uncovering his toned form and bunching up the sheet -- he had never asked Billy about laundry, or 'nocturnal emissions' for that matter -- Spencer revealed his stiffened girth. It was clearly fully hard, hanging past his knees; there looked to be more of his cock hanging out of his underwear than what was being covered up by it. Having such a massive member attached to him, even after getting to know it for most of the week through Billy's 'training', was still so unfamiliar to him. At the same time, it was engrossing; tantalizing, even. Spencer liked this new dick, and the way it bulged and stretched out his underwear, but he knew he'd like the way it felt in his hands even better.

"'Billy touched her moist sex'... what is this, a fanfiction?!" Billy floated into the room, lost in his own train of thought, but soon locked eyes on Spencer, eager to get acquainted with his dick, though he all but froze at the sound of the ghost's approach. 

"Rise and shine, Bro-meo!" Billy greeted. "Though it looks like your dick is way ahead of you."

"Billy!" Spencer squeaked out in a way that was less annoyed and more embarrassed. He had only just wrapped his hand around his thick girth when he was interrupted.

"Don't let me stop you," Billy replied playfully. "And why would I? Clearly you know what you're doing," he continued, the ghost's voice getting sultrier. "I mean, obviously you wouldn't have such a thick, meaty dick in your hands if you didn't know how to use it..."

Spencer could at least appreciate Billy's attempts to empower him.

"And besides, if you've got some 'performance anxiety' now when it's just us, you're not going to impress your sexy female co-star on set with Dick later. Now that doesn't sound much like you, now does it?"

Spencer was inclined to believe him, or at least try and play along. "No, it doesn't... You always had a hold of the situation. And so will I..."

More affirmatively, Spencer reached out and softly gripped his erection. Eyeing it and comparing it to what he recalled as its size yesterday, it seemed to have shrunk by a few inches. But it was still plenty more than any average guy would know what to do with. But Spencer Wright, the aspiring star tried to insist to himself, was no average guy. From the first stroke, up and down, he felt just how sensitive this girth was; it was still a little unfamiliar, even though he'd been using cocks this size with Billy all week. Trying to figure out what his porn star poltergeist wanted, or at least what would look good in front of him, Spencer tried to put on a determined, yet charming face as he jerked off his length. Billy looked convinced, but his protégé was hardly paying attention to him, fully focused on his hard-on.

Spencer's mind wandered as he got lost in the feeling of stroking himself, imagining life with a cock this big. Searching for reference, his brain stepped back to Billy's old adult videos; no one in particular, but simultaneously all of them at once. Such a hunk, such a stud... so big and hung and irresistible to any girl who walked in the room. It still felt like an impossible fantasy, even though Spencer was so close to it. But wielding that sheer size and power was seemingly everything he wanted.

"Unf... Billy..." Spencer muttered, as he imagined his head on top of the massive musculature he was recalling in his mind. "I wanna be hotter than youuuuuuu -- "

Before he could even realize what was happening, Spencer came the hardest, fastest spurt he had ever felt in his life. Then another. And another. He was helpless as the most intense orgasm he had ever felt in his life washed over him, almost short-circuiting any sense of thought. Spencer's thick spurts landed halfway across the room, forming a pool in the middle of the floor. He was so overcome with the pleasure that he couldn't pay attention to just how long his ejaculation lasted, or when it slowed down. Billy, still looking on, seemed impressed by the performance as his hunk-in-training sank into the afterglow, his faculties slowly returning to him.

"You know, Bro-jan Magnum," Billy remarked. "That can be arranged."

After a few moments of confusion, Spencer's expression became absolutely mortified. "Fuck, I said that out loud."

Chapter 9

"I mean, the way you just naturally dominate, without even trying?" Spencer explained. "I'd give anything for even a quarter of your talent."

"Aww..." Somehow, Billy blushed in return. "I really mean that much to you, bro-migo? While I don't think anyone can match the talent of yours truly," gloated the ghost, "I guess I wouldn't be too mad if you came close."

The pair were headed into Billy's massive closet, eager to raid the star's old wardrobe for something appropriate for a budding new star. Billy was wearing nothing but a pair of tight, high-cut shorts, and, at the ghost's vaguely-logical insistence, Spencer was completely naked, his still-above-average cock still having enough length and heft to bounce from thigh to thigh.  "Now, let's get you ready for your big shoot today! And your little big shoot today," the ghost added with a suggestive grin. 

"You know the drill by now, right?" asked Spencer. There was still a little nervousness in his voice he was trying to suppress.

"Yeah, I know," Billy replied. The two of them had refined the process of turning Spencer into an attractive, studly porn star all week; a sizable portion of their Thursday was spent brainstorming the specifics of his new form. "One hunk of Spence, coming right up." 

As Spencer approached a massive full-body mirror, Billy prepared two massive blobs of neon-blue ectoplasm in his hands. When they were ready, the ghost smushed the goo into Spencer's chest, creating a tingling sensation right where his future pecs were about to reside.

After a moment, Spencer started to feel a warm swelling in his chest. Slowly but surely, two hefty pectorals began to grow out of his chest, getting the hunk-to-be excited about what was to come. The heat spread up to his shoulders, as his frame began to widen and traps grew into view, heightening themselves on either side of Spencer's thickening neck, his Adam's apple growing more prominent as his voice gained more room to reverberate. The warmth flared out across the new length of his back, pooling into his swelling shoulders, preparing to bulk his arms. Spencer watched in amazement as he watched his once-nonexistent biceps inflate with muscle, growing beyond the size of footballs into an impressive peak. Below, his triceps followed, and his forearms soon inflated to match. The feeling soon returned to his midsection, as a chiseled, rock-hard set of six-pack abs etched themselves into Spencer's stomach, his torso and waist carving into an attractive, enviable V-taper. Thick, sturdy quads and thighs set in as the rest of his legs followed suit to match his upper body, and some of the finer details of his new form set in, including an increase in height to six feet, five inches -- the same as Billy, though it'd be hard to see him as disproportionately tall under all his heft. The same was true of Spencer now, as he drank in an eyeful of his brand new body. 

"Fuck, I look hot..." Spencer uttered, his voice sounding slightly deeper and richer from his thick neck. His cock, still unchanged from before, seemed to agree, as it was now fully erect and rock-hard.

"I saved the best for last, Bro-donis..." Billy added cockily as he floated down to Spencer's midsection, building some more sticky ectoplasm in his hands and slathering it onto his protege's cock. The teen flinched, trying not to recoil outright.

"You're gonna have to get used to this if you want the complete package," responded the ghost. "A dick like yours deserves some... extra attention."

Despite the awkwardness, Spencer's genitals absorbed the ghostly goo, and within moments it grew considerably from its already previously-enhanced, above-average size, topping out at an impressive 15 inches long, with a thick girth to match. While they agreed they were more than open to change it at any time, the two had decided upon how big Spencer would be below the belt, at least for today, back during their 'body brainstorming' on Thursday; Billy was more than eager to use his ghostly shapeshifting to 'model' Spencer's new piece on his own groin. It gave the stud a better idea of what he wanted for his first impression (and first insertion), and it looked just as good in the flesh now as it did then. Spencer's testicles swelled in his scrotum below, each nut now roughly the size of a lime, and quickly at work producing the added testosterone, hormones, and fresh semen needed to fit a hunky, sexually active, hung stud. His testes were performing so well, in fact, that the new growth, combined with his dashing looks, was making Spencer leak precum onto the floor.

"Unnnngh, I wanna cum so bad now..." Spencer moaned as he started losing control of himself.

"Really, now?" Billy asked. "We haven't even gotten to the shoot yet!"

"Billy, I need it..." Spencer weakly resisted the urge to beg.

The ghost let out a barely audible sigh. Billy stretched his hand around to another part of the room and grabbed one of his condoms. "I guess I've forgotten what it was like to be new at this..."

Billy floated back to give Spencer more comfort to jack off. In the meantime, Billy tried to think back to his own early career. He had only been able to get up to a reasonably athletic build by the time he got his first contract, but it only took a couple years for Billy to bulk up to the bodybuilder's stature he now frequented -- and that got Spencer so hooked.

Back over at the mirror, Spencer was entirely lost in his lust, beholden to his resurgent urges as he continued to masturbate, the precum starting to weigh down his condom. Despite all the work Billy had done that week to help Spencer get better control of his libido in the moment, Spencer still struggled to control his hormonal urges. After an impressively long session, Spencer eventually climaxed with a noisy, gawky moan, firing thick spurts of semen into the condom, blowing it out further and further, but surprisingly, not breaking under the weight of his hot, creamy load. When Spencer finally finished, Billy floated back over, looking admirably at the ejaculate.

"Sorry about that, Billy..." Spencer apologized. "That was embarrassing."

"Hey!" Billy replied. "Listen to me, Spence; I don't want you to ever, ever apologize for cumming again, okay? It sounds like you're ashamed of it, and you don't need to be! Cumming means success! Cumming means you fucked her like nobody else could! Cumming is good!"

Spencer gave a halfhearted smile, quietly thanking Billy for his efforts. The hunk slid the condom off his cock and tied a knot into the top of it, turning it into a bag for his semen.

"But can you try not to do it again until we get to Dick's set?" the ghost asked. "Wouldn't want you to blow it because your refractory period's not up to snuff. ...Or lose the body before you even get to use it."

"I guess I can try," replied Spencer, nervousness and ambivalence in equal measure; traits Billy quickly noticed. 

"...You know, I'm trying to be serious about this, but I can't help but appreciate how you delivered that," admitted Billy. "'Maybe I can put my dick in my pants for one minute...'" he exaggerated. "It's that kind of stuff that tells me you're already catching on..."

"I know I've got spunk," Spencer added. "It's churning in my balls right now, so maybe we should get to the studio."

"Atta Spence!" Billy eagerly encouraged. "Now you're starting to sound like a certain Cobra..."

Chapter 10

Encouraged to show off as many of his best assets as he could in public, Spencer Wright arrived at the production studio where the late, legendary Billy Joe Cobra once worked wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts, not to mention some underwear in a lone appeal to modesty. To keep his eye on the late icon, floating next to him completely topless and nearly as impressively built, the budding talent had put on one of Billy's broken rings; given the clear plastic, it was almost invisible if you weren't paying much attention to it. All of the attire was previously Billy's, just as the two had planned it; including the underwear, which Spencer found surprisingly comfortable.

"How does your underwear fit me so well?" Spencer asked his ghostly mentor beside him.

"I spent loads of time working with the company to make sure it fit my... unusual proportions," Billy explained, alluding to his generous endowment. "It also makes the sexiest, tease-worthy erection bulges -- all those old crotch shots from my social media? All in this brand of underwear."

Despite how much he was getting to know him, Spencer was still embarrassed to admit he had seen what the ghost was talking about. "It sounds hot just thinking about it..."

For a moment, the pair stood quietly in front of the building; or, more accurately, Spencer stood there while Billy floated, taking it all in again. It was a nondescript gray warehouse hidden away in an unassuming office park, but it was what was on the inside that counted.

"Man, I haven't been here for the first day of a shoot since I g--" Billy briefly choked up, trying to swallow down the bad thought. "Got all.. you know..."

"Probably makes you nostalgic, doesn't it?" Spencer asked, bluntly deflecting the worst of the subject.

"Well, you know I'll be around if you need me," Billy continued, returning to his usual demeanor; cool and relaxed, yet notably cheerful. "Not too close, though; wouldn't want to impact your performance."

"Try not to make too many things go bump on set," Spencer added. "Today, that's my job."

Inside, Dick was checking to make sure everything was ready to get the cameras rolling.

"Alright, we've got that and that, our girls are here... where's our new star?"

Soon enough, arriving behind him came Spencer Wright. His beefy, studly glory came across to Dick almost as a sight for sore eyes.

"Oh, thank God you're here," Dick replied once he noticed the massive shadow forming behind him. "You filled out all the forms already, liability, contracts, being clean, conduct..." he handed Spencer a thick wad of paper, held together by a row of staples down the left side. "Here's your script. You don't come in for a little while, so that means you have some time to learn your lines."

Spencer could clearly see that many of the eyes of the girls in the room were fixated on him and his body. His male costar, who had just finished putting on the outfit to start the shoot, looked almost as good as he did, as his chiseled jawline, commanding eyes and alluringly musclebound frame walked into the room. But the body he had built still looked a little smaller than Spencer's. He couldn't judge how much smaller his costar was, but regardless of the details, it was clear to everyone, including Dick, that Spencer's new body seemed crafted in the vein of the late Cobra, and it would be hard for other men to compare.

"Looks like you're already making a good impression just by standing here, huh?" said ghostly ex-star remarked next to the budding adult actor.

Looking to take the gig seriously, Spencer strutted off to a corner to focus on memorizing his lines. Immersing himself in the dialogue of a hunky new student eager to make sexual mayhem, the sudden stud gained a new appreciation for Billy's line of work; selling his parts as effortlessly as he did was clearly the product of lots of experience. Sinking into the script was enough to intimidate a novice like Spencer. Just as he started to feel truly lost in his lines...

"Wright! Where are you, we need you on set!"

Spencer froze. His eyes darted to a nearby clock. How had almost two hours passed already?! Despite doing nothing else but reading through the script over and over again, he didn't feel prepared at all.

"Relax, bro-migo!" Billy could sense his understudy falling apart. "Even I got nervous sometimes before the really big parts. Space Sluts 4: Edging Madness? I had to go out of my way to not pee my pants -- do you remember how big the Space Sluts movies were?!

"Barely," Spencer replied.

Billy thought back to when those films were being produced, embarrassing himself. "Well, maybe you shouldn't have been watching my movies yet. But it happens to me too! And if you forget your lines, just do your best 'me' impression -- that'll surely take you in the right direction."

"I mean, you make it look easy..."

"Come on, you've seen my stuff enough times, right? That's what Dick wants!"

"Calling for Wright..." Dick sounded like he was getting impatient.

"Now go out there and knock it out of the park." To enhance the metaphor, Billy donned a sexualized baseball outfit, with a dildo replacing the bat and, in lieu of a helmet, a very suggestively-shaped catcher's mitt attached to a headband. Swinging the 'bat' landed it into the grasp of his unusual hat. Once it was no longer needed, the absurd attire disappeared as quickly as it arrived, and the same shirtless Billy Spencer had arrived with returned.

His confidence improved, Spencer headed towards the set, where Dick, Spencer's male costar, and a few ladies dressed as cheerleaders were meandering around.

"Alright, we're doing scene 27B, the 'locker room encounter'. You know the lines yet?"

Spencer searched his brain for the number. Recalling dialogue that seemed to match, he nodded affirmatively towards Dick.

"Great, you'll be entering stage left to meet Marco here once we start rolling."

Marco was Spencer's male costar: a curly brunette mop of hair and jewel-like green eyes topped six feet of tanned, smoldering musculature that would stand out anywhere in town. Anywhere, that is, except for Dick's studio, standing next to the bigger and even more handsome new star, Spencer Wright.

"'Sup, newbie?" Marco greeted casually, a surfer's intonation adding a subtle accent to his voice.

"I don't need a wardrobe change or anything? -- "

"Take your shirt off, you'll be fine," Dick insisted, and Spencer did as told.

"Alright, places everyone!"

Spencer tried to mentally prepare himself by thinking of Billy in a scenario like this.

"Rolling! Quiet on set!"

The studio stood still for a few seconds as the red recording lights atop the cameras flashed to life.

"Aaaaand action!"

Just as the script asked, Spencer walked into the fake 'locker room' scene, as if he were returning from a gym class workout. Marco was getting dressed on a bench on a different angle.

"Hey..." Three cheerleaders approached. "You're new around here," the leader spoke.

"Just transferred," Spencer replied. "Jake's cousin," he added, referring to the part of Marco, who approached beside him.

"Jake's pretty good at... helping us... with our workouts," the cheerleader continued. "We were thinking maybe you'd like to join in?"

"Well, I don't know if you can handle... my kind of training..." Spencer continued.

"Oh, I think you'll be surprised. Bring Jake and meet us after our practice later?"

"You've got yourself a deal," agreed Spencer.

"Mmmh... looking forward to it," she teased. She turned around and walked away dramatically, both Spencer and Marco eyeing her backside as she departed.

"Cut! That was perfect!" Dick walked on set with a grin on his face, seemingly eager to praise his new star. "How did you nail that so perfectly Wright? The surprise, the unassuming look, the cunning demeanor!..."

Spencer stared at the director, confused.

"Why, the last person to nail a scene like that out of nowhere, so naturally in just one take, was... was..." Dick's excitement shifted to a sullen expression, sighing. "Billy... he used to nail 'em cold like that..."

Hiding his brief outburst of emotion, the director changed the subject. "Is it lunchtime yet? Let's do lunchtime. Lunch break everybody!"