Ariel Winter

Whatever is controlling the air around you must get impatient as your surroundings swirl and congeal into a bustling party under a giant tent. There's long tables with warming trays of you personal favorites, multiple walk-up bars, and throngs of people milling about and completely unfazed by your materialization in their midst.

You look around trying to find some kind of evidence for what you've just popped into. Your eyes finally find a long banner declaring "ABC UPFRONTS" in bright, bold lettering. This was the yearly schmooze-fest where television and marketing come to fuck as the network tries to sell their fall schedule to advertisers. They bring out the stars of their shows, make a big to-do out of presenting the new stuff that they swear isn't the same as the old stuff (spoiler: it is).

But you know that also means the stars of those shows are amongst the crowd, selling themselves at the network's behest. And when you spot the large marquis reading "MODERN FAMILY", it's an easy decision where to go first. You make your way over to the section finding it filled with couches, milling executive types and posters bearing scenes from the show. Amidst one group of suit-clad NPCs, you locate your next target: Ariel Winter, the actress who plays book-ish middle child, Alex Dunphy.

Her public persona, however, is strikingly different from her on-screen character. Where Alex is a conservative, nerdy type who wants to be valued for her intellect, Ariel has none of those concerns - currently clad in a skin-tight, black sequined dress designed to highlight her tits, legs and ass. A subscriber to the well-worn belief that "sex sells", Ariel is deep in conversation with a group of three or four men who probably couldn't summarize the conversation if a million dollars were on the line.

You remember reading some story about Ariel getting a reduction because her breasts were so large - a tragic sentence no matter the context - but whatever timeline you have dropped into seems to be the one where that never happened. Ariel's tits seem ready to bust her dress into tiny shreds at any moment, fabric strained against her cleavage. They're easily some of the biggest tits you've ever seen, and suck you toward her like a tractor beam.

You interrupt her conversation as you wordlessly approach, eyes locked on her chest until her fingers snap in your face, knocking you briefly back into coherence.

"Hey! Hello?" Ariel shouts. "Are you there?"

You look up at her- long, black hair framing her round face with an annoyed expression. "That's my fault," you hear yourself say through the fog. You grab her by the waist and pull her close as she gasps in surprise.

"It's just rare that you see fate in action," you continue, holding her close to your side as you watch her cleavage swell. "Here are the best tits I've ever seen, and I was JUST looking for someone to suck this dick."

You clumsily pull your sweatpants down to allow your dick some freedom. It pops into view and Ariel gasps again. She bites her bottom lip seductively before grasping your rod with her nearest hand. She grips tight before starting to slowly stroke.

The three men who had been conversing with her stood gobsmacked - either at what was now happening in front of them, or that they had never considered this was an option. You notice them idling by as Ariel continues to tease your dick. Maybe more is better?