Kat Dennings
Kat was already well known for her figure. This was just the next logical step, she told herself, smoothing down her dress over an extra three cup sizes. The new implants weren’t exactly subtle, they were high-profile, designed to wow and show off. The same could be said for the booty shots, but they hadn’t seemed to take quite as much effect as she’d initially been led to believe. She got her two minute warning for the press conference, and shifted her weight from side to side, going over her planned speech, her upcoming TV contract and the film she’d signed onto. She wouldn’t make a big deal out of the implants, but she’d answer honestly if questioned–they were getting more common in Hollywood these days.
A little over a minute to go, and she felt her dress tighten down. Her butt shots, that she’d initially assumed to be duds, were coming through in force.Her hips spread, from a regular size, to a large size, to a beyond ridiculous size more than taxed the poor red dress. She’d have to send the thing to counseling if it survived her sudden onslaught, but she suspected it wouldn’t be the case. Her thickening thighs (were the shots even supposed to do that?) were taking up so much space she could hardly believe it, fighting the rest of her flesh for the space inside the skirt, which was limited to begin with. As her ass really grew in, even larger than the initial plan when she’d gotten the damned shots to begin with, her dress shredded down the side, just as she got her queue. She smoothed down the tattered fabric, ass still slightly swelling, panties falling in shreds of confetti to the floor. She suspected she knew what the first question she was going to field would be.