Billie Eilish

"Fuck it! I gotta go!" You say slamming the door open and rushing through. The change is seamless. The white walls are gone and you find yourself standing in a dark room with a long vanity mirror with buzzing yellow bulbs and an assortment of cosmetics and hair-styling products. In your rush you hardly notice the low rumble of music coming through the concrete walls painted forest green. You only have one priority and it has nothing to do with your surroundings.

Your dull dimwitted eyes find a black trash bin sitting in the corner. You rush to get your stiff sweatpants down your chunky thighs, bumping into several stools as you lift your weighty cockhammer with both hands and aim for that circular target. You've hardly unclenched before a gushing stream of piss hits the side of the can. You adjust until your piss lands in the bin and finally find some sweet relief. Your bladder feels lighter, but before you can finish you hear the door open.

"What the fuck? Dude, what the fuck are you doing in here?" A voice exclaims.

"Oh! Uh- shit! Wait a sec! It's not what it looks like?" You say dumbly.

Still pissing, you turn to see the white halls have gone completely and a pale woman is gawking at your grotesque meatstick. She can't be much older than eighteen, judging from the alternative look about her. Her hair is dark with puke green highlights. Two twin nubs of hair rest on her head, while the rest is somewhat shaggy and stops just above her shoulders. Her broad pink lips are aghast in shock. It seems the sight of your titanic testes has her stunned. Her icy cold pupils lock in on your crotch and her pale cheeks flush bright red. She doesn't acknowledge your piss on her big black sneakers until that steamy fluid hits her ankle and soaks one of her socks. She jumps back- "Whoa - and you can see her heavy tits bouncing in her shirt. Billie shakes her shoes clean, but doesn't cry for security. Her eyes just shift from that meaty tube to your face.

Both of you confused, you feel like you can almost recognize her, but besides her pallid face, there's not much to identify her. She's wearing a baggy white shirt and a yellow-pink jersey over it, so her cleavage is nonexistent, though you can see the subtle slope of her breasts before her shirt drops off. She's definitely hiding something. Her shirt covers her waist like a dress and below that she wears neon matching shorts that stop a few inches above her pink knees, downplaying just how thicc her thighs are.

"Oh shit!" It finally dawns on you. Not because you've figured it out, but because there's a stack of posters on the vanity with this girl's face plastered over them with the name Billie Eilish scribbled on them. "You're Billie Eilish!"

"You're a real genius, aren't you?" She rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. "What are you doing in my dressing room?"

Ah, so that's what this was. You nod at the smattering of faded posters on the wall featuring indie rockers and mumble rappers. You look in the mirror and see yourself standing with your sweats around your ankles. Your sloppy shirt is barely covering your hairy gut and your ugly blemished face compliment your bulbous nose. You look like a bum. If not for the power of the Blowjob Universe, your ass would've been tackled and arrested seconds ago.

"I'm a big fan of your music." You lie. "I love that song -uh- Bad... Lay?" You shrug.

"You're not a very good liar." She purses her lush pink lips and you see her tongue slip out for just a second. Your cock springs a few inches higher, the need to piss sated for the time being and replaced with the urge to nut.

"Alright. You caught me. I need to drain my nuts down your throat." You confess proudly. Conversations are a lot easier when you let your dick do the talking.

Billie scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Ten minutes before the show? Of course you do."

"I'm sure your fans won't mind waiting. Your music isn't that great anyway." You say, being a dick just because you can.

"Whatever. You don't need to be an asshole." She examines your cock with a sigh. The teen sensation has performed for thousands in her short lifetime but she wasn't ready to perform for a slob with a cock that rivaled the length and thickness of her forearm. You can see the resolve growing in her face while she touches her tongue stud to her glossy pink lips and touches her philtrum. "Let's just... do this."

She's ready to squat for your cock but you grab her breasts first. Billie gasps as your chubby digits sink into her soft tits, leaving oily stains on her shirt. Even through her layers, those tits feel fantastic. Soft and heavy, but with an exceptional bounce that must have made her a joy to watch on stage.

"Holy fuck! These things are fucking massive. Where've you been hiding these!" You marvel at her plump titties, gripping them tightly even as she winces and shows her displeasure. You pinch her bra straps and tug them up and down, shuffling her boobs in the process. "I knew you had killer jugs but they feel even better than I imagined!"

Billie doesn't appreciate your remarks. She keeps her hands raised to her shoulders as you maul her barely legal tits through her clothes. Her breathy moans and flushed cheeks give you the impression she might even enjoy it. Her apathetic attitude didn't hide the fact she was clearly uncomfortable with your hands exploring her soft curves. "I don't like showing them off. I think girls like me are -nnn- oversexualized already and fame can do a lot to a girl's body image and -hnng- self worth." She gasps loudly as you pinch her nipples until their hard and jutting through her clothes. You don't care about anything she's saying. "Aahh! Gentle, okay? They're ss-ss- aaahhnn- suuper sensitive, okay?"

Enjoying her funbags, your cock is standing straight out, perpendicular to her knees and coated in the grime and slop from all the throats you'd fucked up to this point. You lift her tits in your palms, amused by their weight, and let them drop back down to her chest.

"I was considering- hnn- getting a reduction. They kind of -nnf- hurt my back sometimes."

"Uh huh." You say enthralled with the way her tits look through her shirt while you slap them back and forth.

Five minutes have gone by. You can hear the roar of a crowd waiting for the show to start.

"Hsss!" She bites her lip again, but there's a mischievious smirk on her face. She flashes that tongue stud at you. "So do you want to keep playing with my boobs or would you rather I suck your cock?"

"Heh, you're a bigger slut than you look. Get on your knees..."

Billie seems confident. Who knows just how experienced her tongue is? You're about to find out. You give her tits some rough squeezes just to make her groan again. That cocky smile vanishes for a moment, but you free her tits and she squats before you, letting your slippery mushroom slide along her smooth thigh. You can read the hesitation on her face once she's looking at the disgusting and increasingly smelly thing. Her eyes water but she grabs your dick like a microphone.

She smiles up at you as cockfilth coats her warm fingers. Your dick is just constantly oozing grime and though she tries not to get too close beads of that musky fluid rolls down to her elbow. Her smile falters a little less this time. You appreciate the act she's putting on. "So... do you wanna show me how bad you are?"