Hollywood. The glitz. The glamour. The gallons of lube.

In his trailer, Samuel Carson lay flat on his back, green toes wiggling in the air as he fought to shimmy the stunt suit up over his hips. Contrary to its elasticated look, the tight suit was rigid, designed to stretch him, rather than itself.

The studio tannoy echoed impatiently across the lot a second time.

“She-Hulk. Stage Two. Now.”

He didn't want to blow his first big break in the industry. Clutching the half-donned suit, he set off running across the asphalt, naked, praying the dangling synthflesh would cover his modesty.

It was the climax of the MCU multiverse saga. Every GPU cycle in the industry was currently committed to rendering the final battle: 500 Iron Mens vs 500 Thanoses. Several VFX artists had already keeled over dead from exertion. A desperate Disney had turned to high-tech, old-school practical effects to film everything else.

The suit finally suckered to his ass with a wet slap of lubricant. It cinched tight around his waist, pulling on his hips, his pelvis creaking and widening, forcing his sprint into a feminine wiggle.

The suits had revitalised the stuntman industry. By compressing and shaping the flesh, a stuntman could stand in for half the cast, actors, and actresses, even in close-ups.

Assuming they didn't mind having their manhoods molded into soft, shapely, spandex mounds for millions of movie-goers to see. Samuel grunted as the suit crushed his crotch flat against his body.

Spider-Woman (played by Milly Alcock (played by stuntman Rex Rider)) was stepping out of Studio Two as Samuel neared. She tugged at a bulge between her legs. The compressors within the suit were fighting a war against the size of her arousal.

"Why'd they have to make these girls so hot, man?" the stuntman grumbled, peeling off Milly Alcock's face and slipping a cigarette between sweat-slick lips. "How do they expect me to jump over a burning car with my tits bouncing like this?"