Chapter 1: If it exists...

"That's a Wrap!"
Filming on the latest action movie, "The Quest for the Missing Goblet", had wrapped. Sara had breathed a sigh of relief, as she had walked outside to her ride home. Despite being a seasoned Hollywood veteran, she still got anxious while on set. Especially when working on block busters like "The Quest for the Missing Goblet". She was ready to take a break in between projects, as she has the financial stability to be very choosy about what projects she would take on. Her agent was also very choosy for her: they made a great team. However, right now all she could think about was one thing: Going home and drawing a nice, warm, bubble bath.

Her driver had pulled up to her condo and she didn't even take time to thank the driver. She made her way inside and took off her shoe at the door and made a b-line for the bathroom. she ran a hot bath and filled the tub with bubbles. She was ready for relaxation. She stripped down, until she was wearing nothing and slipped down into the sub and breathed a nice sigh of relief: all she had to worry about in this very moment was unwinding. She was covered in bubbles, with only her head, shoulders, slender calves, and feet were visible. "Finally, some alone time," she thought.

Sara had taken a nice, long bath and then walked naked into her bedroom to find some comfortable evening wear. She had chosen a slender crop-top and some lacy panties to wear around the house. With her belly button and her trim belly exposed and her butt in view, she walked out to her kitchen. Since nobody was around, she had no issue being as revealing as possible. Sara lives alone. While other actresses of her caliber have servants cook and do things for her around the house, she opted for the quiet life in her fancy condo. Of course, she had people come and clean twice a week and a driver, but nobody who would stay in-house with her. She preferred the peace and quiet of being alone in her home.

Sara checked the fridge for any leftovers, which she promptly saw some leftover pork chops and mashed potatoes, which she promptly popped in the microwave. Sara was a trim movie star: she watched her figure. She would cook meals that were on the healthier side and exercise every morning, as most contracts required her to be very trim and fit. Her tummy was flat with B cup boobs and slender legs. She intended to keep it that way. The action film that had just wrapped required her to play a typical "damsel in distress" lead role: a scantily clad one, at that. She often made sure to keep up with the typical image of a woman's body that Hollywood expected. To her, the only actresses that are fat are comedians: they can get away with it, because they're funny. But to play the types of roles that pay money, she needed to be skinny. So, she kept her portion sizes small and her choices healthy.

She ate dinner while watching Netflix, thinking about the shoot she had that day. It was rather arduous, as she had to shoot the same scene over and over again because her fellow lead role, Chris Jones, could not remember his damn lines. "How hard is it to remember your lines? We're professionals!" thought an annoyed Sara as she finished polishing off her pork chops. Once finished, she turned off the TV and called her friend, Janet, who is also an actress. They chatted for hours about their latest projects and their frustrations with fellow cast members and crew members.

"I had a wonderful crew on the set of my latest movie...except for one guy," Sara recalled. "What was wrong with him?" Asked Janet. "Well, he was perfectly fine at doing his job as key grip. But, in between takes, he would disappear. Where was he going? Well," recalls Sara, "it turns out, he would disappear to the bathroom to jerk off!" "What?!" laughed Janet. "Yeah! our camera man caught him by accident. And it turns out, he was watching a porn featured around the Loony Tunes...it was weird! Who even knew that people were into that?" said a disgusted Sara. "Well, there's porn of everything..." said Janet. "Well, I knew there were parodies of movies and stuff out there, but that's so weird that there is porn of the Loony Tunes!" responded Sara. "Oh, yeah. You know, Rule 34 or the internet!" said Janet, chortling. Sara was confused, "what is Rule 34?" "Oh, you sweet sweet summer child! Rule 34 is 'If it exists, there is a porn of it,'" explained Janet.

This took Sara aback. "You can't possibly mean EVERYTHING! I mean, I get that people are into some weird things, but not everything has a porn..." said Sara. "Oh, you don't believe me? There is a Rule 34 website... I won't say anything else about it, just check it out so that you can prove me right so I can tell you "I told you so!" said Janet. Sara laughed it off, but moved the conversation in a different direction. Before she knew it, it was 9 o'clock when she had ended the conversation and hung up. She was ready to be early to bed. For a movie star, Sara was pretty introverted. She liked her quiet and she liked her sleep! Thus, she headed to bed.

In her bed, she was scrolling Twitter to see what her celebrity friends were up to. She scrolled for about a half an hour, when the thought struck her: maybe I should look up rule 34, just to prove Janet wrong. So, she googled "Rule 34" and found the website. She clicked on it and was taken to the home page that had a caption that said "If it exists, there's a porn of it. If not, start uploading." "Goddamnit, it's real. I thought she was just pulling my leg," she thought. She tapped on the search bar and put the most outrageous thing she could think of: Richard Nixon. She chuckled at the thought, as her phone loaded. But sure enough, her jaw dropped at the 8 artist interpretations of Richard Nixon in pornographic situations. She was in a state of shock, but also laughing hysterically. She thought, "who gave these people art supplies?!" as she chuckled to herself. She searched up another outrageous name: PeeWee Herman. Sure enough three more artist's interpretations showed up and she continued to laugh. Then she thought to herself: I wonder what else I could find. Her brain went from goofy to horny.

She had always thought Marvel's Thor was attractive, so with her mind racing, she looked up "Thor." Many results had come up, with many being exactly what she was looking for. Washboard abs, hung like a horse, and having sex with Jane. Her pussy started tingling. She started started rubbing her clit as she scrolled through multiple pages. She orgasmed to pictures of Thor. "Wow, this is a pretty unique porn resource" she thought to herself as she recovered from her orgasm. Then, something hit her: "I wonder what would come up if I searched my own name". So, she searched "Sara Clansly."

Over 1,000 results showed up. Many of these were typical depictions of her getting rammed by multiple celebrities, some of which she has actually had sex with. There were also depictions of her with a penis and other depictions of her with incredibly large boobs that were so big that they hid her face. There was one depiction, however, that got her to stop scrolling: A depiction of her that is very fat with a double belly and huge thighs... She stopped to observe this one for a while, and started getting the tinglies again... "what is this? And WHY is it making me horny?" She thought to herself as she started to rub her clit once more...