Ticketed 6

Happy Friday, everybody. Sorry I haven't been posting much lately, still dealing with health and family issues unfortunately.

And I've sort of gotten roped into a third job to help a family member's contractor business, which has eaten up more of my usual writing time. It should be a temporary situation, but they needed the help and I'm the only person in the family who knows how to work with spreadsheet programs apparently.

Anyway, here's another addition to the Ticketed series. I've got more finished than this, but I'm having to redo some of my renders (some of which were posted on the Patreon a few weeks back) because some of the story details have changed since I made them.

I'll try to get more posted up soon, and not get bogged down with my other work for two solid weeks again. I've got some big plot arcs I really want to get to. ;-)

- B-Rex

Ticketed 6

“Oh gawd, dis if fo embawasswing!” Hugh Jazz Mofo exclaimed at his reflection.

He licked his lips, wincing slightly. The collagen injections hadn't hurt as much as he'd expected, but three hours later, his lips were becoming quite sore.

He hoped his annoying lisp went away once they healed, but he had a suspicion it'd be weeks before they shrank enough for him to stop sounding like an idiot. His tongue stud had taken nearly a month to get used to, after all.

Turning awkwardly in the small hotel bathroom, he stared at his chest in the mirror over the sink, and started to let go of his latest humiliating addition: a pair of gigantic silicone boobs.

“Ad weast dey awn't weal fake bewbs,” he tried to reassure himself, quickly regaining his grip on the pair. They were shockingly heavy, and the glue that attached them to his chest made it painful to not support them. He sighed.

Suddenly the door burst open, and he shrieked in surprise, jumping. The motion sent his new burdens sloshing wildly, the gelled silicone far more stretchy than any real breast would be. He struggled to stop the gyrations.

“Just wanted to see what was taking you so long, Jazzi,” Gemma said, pushing herself into the small bathroom without waiting for permission, her cyberpunk costume shimmering in the bright lighting. “That glue should've set up ten minutes ago.”

She took in his reflection, and giggled. “Oh, wow! Those things look absolutely insane!”

Before he could get a word in edgewise, she cupped a feel of his new chest, and giggled again. “And they feel even crazier! Hey, did you know this is the same material they make fleshlights out of and stuff?”

In fact, he hadn't known that, and now that he did, he really wished he didn't.

“Where's my top, Gemma?” he asked, annoyed as she continued kneading his silicone breasts between her fingers. “I could do wiff some extra support wight about now. Dese juggs are heavy!”

“Huh? Oh, right, don't worry about that, I've got the rest of your costume laid out on your bed. Damn, I can't get over how these feel when I squeeze them like this!! And those nipples!?! I could just pinch and pull them all day long!”

Jazz sighed, wishing she wouldn't. Finally she let go of his breasts, only to pull a large flashlight from her purse. “Wha--” He began, frowning.

“Hey, want to see something cool?” Not waiting for a response, Gemma turned the bathroom lights off, and shone the flashlight directly into one silicone balloon.

He stared in surprise as the entire blob glowed brightly in the mirror, turning the room a dull red.

“Fun, huh? Now watch this--” Gemma said, turning the flashlight off.

Jazz gasped in disdain as the breast continued to glow.

“They're glow-in-the-dark! Isn't that hilarious!?! They'll glow like that for at least an hour too, apparently. Oh, and watch this--” She grinned, squeezing his glowing boob with one hand, and then let go, a darkened hand mark left behind for a few seconds before the spot returned to glowing again. “It's like those magic walls they have in science museums, some sort of photosensitive coating. Anyway, I bet the real Laura Krauff would love to have glowing tits, she'd never need to carry around pesky torches again, huh?”

***

Jazz wanted to die. “I can'd walk awound the conwenshen wike dis! I wook widickuwus!!”

“Oh, you look fine, Jazz.” Gemma said, waving away his concerns dismissively. “Honestly dear, you worry about your looks more than any woman I know.”

She spun around, and pushed through the gathering crowd at the convention doors, flashing her pass at the guards.

Not wanting to get lost in the crowd of costumed geeks, Jazz hurried to keep up with her, stumbling in his unfamiliar boots. They were only a three-inch heel, and he'd found it very hard to keep his balance in them, even before his marketing team leader glued his new burdens on his chest.

Gemma finally stopped in front of the main desk. “Okay, you stay here for a few minutes while I get us all signed in, and then we'll head up to your booth.”

Jazz sighed, but nodded. He waited in the thankfully mostly empty lobby, instinctively assuming one of the many poses his catwalk trainer Sasha had beaten into him over the last month, and glowered at his chest.

While his new top did indeed off some support, it didn't offer much modesty. The jellied silicone nipples of his monstrous fake breasts stuck awkwardly out around the small top, practically begging passers-by to reach out and pinch them.

He sighed again. To think, he'd actually be excited when his sponsor had announced that they'd pulled some strings and gotten him full member access to the ComXPo convention. He'd been trying to get in for years, but even with his high subscriber count, he'd never been admitted in as anything but a typical convention attendee. While other, smaller, online personalities were given full access and got to promote their brand by heading up panels, he'd been stuck trying to post awkwardly shot videos from the floor level with his phone.

As a full member, he'd not only finally be allowed on panels, but he could even set up his own booth to sign autographs for his fans, who would surely be attending in droves.

Jazz shook his head, and licked his pursed, swollen lips. He should've known it was too good to be true.

Gemma hadn't dropped the other shoe until that morning, when she showed him his costume. Apparently his sponsor, Hot2Trot, hadn't been able to get him his own booth - the convention floorspace had been sold out months ago - so they had instead contracted with some video game company to let him work at their booths.

The only catch was that he had to dress as one of their characters....

“Honestly, I don't know why you're looking so glum, Jazzi, I thought Laura Krauff was your favorite video game character? Well, before the flat-chested reboot anyway.” Gemma said, finally returning with their badges.

"She is, but dat doesn't mean I wanna be dwessed as her!” Jazz snapped, as the convention doors finally opened, admitting a veritable tsunami of costumed convention-goers into the building.

"Well, try to look happier at least. Your boyfri-er, I mean, Lance said that Mister Dick personally pushed for them to let you go as her game character. And that they even let you go as the pre-reboot version, with the giant tits all you fanboys love so much." Gemma chided. "It wouldn't do to upset your sponsor, and Mister Dick is your biggest fan, or so Lance always says."

"He'd know," Jazz muttered sourly under his breath. There was nothing for it, embarrassing or not, he'd just have to put up with the humiliation. Louder, he said, "Sure, sure. I'll twy to smile. Doe dese wips aren't helping any. I dong-don't know how I'll get through dee panel discushins. At weast I'll shurely sell a ton of merch dis week."

Although, that meant more golden tickets were sure to be found. So far he'd gone nearly three full days without a new ticket altering his lifestyle or attire. The lip injections and his new wig were actually just part of the costume, Krauff was famous for her massive lips and long pony tail, and the video game company letting him share booth space had insisted that he look the part.

Gemma bit her own, non-inflated lip suddenly, looking sheepish.

"Uh, yeah, about that... actually, there won't be any panel discussions. Well, not with you on them, anyway. Krauffwerkz Games offered to let you work the floor, advertising their new Tomb Hunter game. Since the real Krauff went missing in some jungle last month, they're in desperate need of a spokesperson, and I thought this would be better for your brand. No one watches those silly panels anyway, and we can livestream you interacting with fans all week, in person. It'll boost your image way more than arguing with some industry nerds about some boring game company merger on a stage somewhere."

Jazz's mouth fell open. "Wait a min--I'm gonna be a fupping booth bimbo!?!"

Gemma ignored him. "Anyway, they've got this cool fake tomb set built for the big unveiling of the new game, and they want you to give guided tours through it, like a big interactive exhibit. There's puzzles to solve and all sorts of fun-- hey, I just remembered, you won't even need to bring a flashlight along!"