Ticketed 9 (Edited)

(EDIT: Sorry, in my haste to post yesterday, I ended up skipping over two sections when I was copy-pasting the texts here. I had a lot of leftover notes in my word document I was trying to avoid posting with the real caption. Anyway, I have added the missing lines back in, in bold below.

I think this is probably the source of the confusion people are mentioning in the comments. I was trying to imply that Gemma is getting revenge on Jazz for his cheating on Tabitha back when they were dating.

Hopefully this clears things up.)

Greetings, everyone! I finally got the next installment of Ticketed finished, extra long this time too.

I hope you all enjoy it, and the renders too.

“So, I could only find the bra, and I'm not sure it can stretch enou—OHMYGAWD!!”

Tabitha stopped mid-stride, eyes bugged out as she took in her ex-boyfriend's latest ordeal.

“Get me out of dis cwazy thing!!!”

She broke out laughing. “Oh, shit, I must've forgot to reverse the air pump!”

Jazz struggled to reach around his insanely oversized balloon breasts, filling the room with a chorus of squeaks as the over-stretched latex rubbed against itself.

Ticketed 7

 Greetings all and happy Friday.

I've missed a few posts of late, so I wanted to give you all an extra long entry to try and make up for it. This is about 3,000 words long, 8-10 pages. I spent way longer than I'd like to admit on the renders for this, especially the first one, but I'm pleased with how it all turned out. Might replace the first one with a sharper, smaller version once it finishes rendering tomorrow.

I really hope you all enjoy this installment, and don't worry, I've got more coming. I decided to end on a cliffhanger, but I've got more written for the next scene.

- B-Rex

Ticketed 7: Raiders of Jazz's Temple

Being a booth bimbo was even worse than he'd feared.

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.