Ticketed 8

Happy Black Friday, everyone!

I'm still dealing with some mood issues, but trying to work my way through it. This would be a lot longer and more detailed, but I really just can't focus properly. Hopefully it will still be fun for you all, though. I have a lot more stuff planned out, right up to the ending of this unexpectedly long series. But it'll be several more episodes before we get to the ending.

Thank you all for being patient with me. Usually my Vitamin D overdose fixes my seasonal depression, but this is a pretty trying year, and it seems I need a bit more. Oddly, writing actually helps, anything creative really, but it's hard to stay focused long enough to finish anything.

- B-Rex

P.S. Oh, and by the way, all of the renders I'm posting with these Ticketed posts are full-sized. They're pretty large, if you open them in a separate window. I rendered at 4K resolution, I think.

“I can't believe he destroyed his dress! One little fall, and--” Gemma made a 'ripping' noise, sighing as she dropped the ruined sequin garment. “I spent all night picking it out, too.”

Tabitha Kolmes patted her on the knee, comfortingly.

“Don't worry, dear. Just take the dress to that address I gave you, and she'll have it fixed in time for James' big panel debut tonight. Us cosplayers use her all the time, trust me. She does great work.”

Tabitha removed her wig, and shook out her natural red-blonde locks.

“You know, I'd heard rumors about James' latest publicity stunt, but I'm surprised to see he's jumping into the cosplay market. He used to make so much fun of me for dressing up for my streams, too.” She chuckled at the memory.

“Oh, we're calling him 'Jazzica' now.”

“Really? Oh, that's sooo cute! I love that!!”

Gemma nodded, picking up the discarded wig and shaking it around in her gloved hands. “Speaking of costumes, you're sure you have something that'll fit him? Assuming he ever gets out of the bath, I mean? He's pretty, uh, endowed at the moment?”

She wiggled her other gloved hand, the long rubber claws startlingly sharp. At least they had plenty of room for her client's new nails.

“Well, it's more of an experimental outfit, I've only worn it once. I was trying to create my own character, and... well, it's not very comfortable to wear, honestly. Especially in the ass. And it'll be even tighter on that amazing rump he's sporting these days! But it's all I have that can stretch enough to cover his gigantic--”

“DESE TITS ARE IMPOSSIBLE!!!”

Both woman turned to see the naked gamer dripping suds, fresh out of the bathroom.

“James, I told you to cover everything in soap! I'll never be able to fit the costume over your chest--”

“Dey're too big! I camp weach!!” Hugh Jazz snapped back at his ex-girlfriend, dripping suds over her hotel room floor. His mostly dry fake boobs bobbed before him, as if in agreement.

“Oh, you have other tattoos?! Oooh, let me see,” Tabitha squealed excitedly, staring at his groin. Jazz spun away, covering his shame best he could. His ex chuckled, then waved the matter off. “Never mind, I'm sure I can find pics online--”

“Oh, I have tons, don't worry!” Gemma interrupted quickly, smiling as she waggled the red wig around a finger claw.

Tabitha grinned, as Jazz winced. “Anyway, we need to get you into your new costume, so you can get back to the convention.”

He sighed, shivering in the room's cool air, as the cosplay streamer dug in a box for a minute, before yanking out... something?

“What duh hell if dat?!”

Tabitha held up the floppy, plastic catsuit. “The only thing I have that might, might fit over those giant silicone juggs of yours, James.”

He stared at the bizarre skintight costume, disbelieving his eyes. “But... it's a fuc—er, a sex doll!!!”

“Hey, good eye! Yeah, I made it out of a used blowup doll. In fact, remember that time I walked in on you in the dorms and you were bouncing on--”

Jazz's eyes widened in horror, as he suddenly recognized the altered latex doll dangling from his ex's hand.

“Okay, TMI!” Gemma spurted, disgusted.

“Anyway, after you dumped me,” Tabitha continued, glaring up at her former boyfriend. “One of your frat brothers gave me a box of junk you left behind at the Frat. And low and behold, there she was sitting on top a stack of porn mags and old socks.”

She shrugged, flopping the suit on to the hotel bed. “Anyway, you know how I hate to waste perfectly good latex, half my outfits are made of the stuff. It's a bit tight, but she's not popped yet. But then, you know just how tough this skin is, don't you, Jazzica?”

***

“So, first we'll pump the suit up to warm up the latex. Then we can work on shimmying you into this thing.”

Jazz watched in mounting horror, and Gemma in growing fascination, as the tiny air pump inflated the costume.

“Do-do-does id have ta be imfwated... up dere?”

Tabitha frowned, then mentally translated the gamer's mangled words. “Oh, you mean up it's butt? Yeah, it's weird, but I needed somewhere to put the injection port and I didn't want it to be visible. Don't worry, there's a hidden zipper in the back, you can get in through there.”

She laughed, earning a smirk from Gemma. Jazz just sighed, somewhat relieved.

“That should do it,” his ex said a minute later, unzipping the back. The suit deflated instantly, but she didn't move to remove the air tube. She followed his eyes, then laughed. “Oh, don't worry about that. Once we get the suit on you I can use the pump to suck out any remaining air. It'll be skintight then.”

Several minutes of struggling later, the three had somehow managed to get the hyper-buxom man into the costume. It was amazingly tight, and that was before Tabitha turned the pump on again.

“I've got some more pieces to this outfit, but they're in my other boxes. I'll run down to the car and be back in a jiffy. Just stand there and let the pump do it's thing, Jazzica.” She blew him a mocking kiss, then headed out, as the air pump buzzed away.

“Well, she seems nice, nothing like you said she was,” Gemma said, sliding the plastic gloves onto his hands, careful not to break any of his new nails. “Hey, maybe you two could hook up again, after all this?”

“I'd rather date Lance again,” Jazz declared, sullenly.

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