Busting out in the Dressing Room

Uh-uh,’ Diamond said assertively.

‘Huh?’ He looked up at her.

‘Why don’t you let me get it out?’ Diamond said hornily.

Chet grinned. She certainly was game. Maybe this whore wasn’t just all talk.

‘Be my guest,’ he said, taking his hands away from his belt, ‘come right over here.’

‘Not like that,’ Diamond said, ‘like this!’

Diamond didn’t even need to bother to undo her top button. She knew exactly what she needed to do.

The perfect, gorgeous, fuckdoll pornstar simply arched her back a tiny bit, flexed her torso out, and the shift in the alignment of her impossibly proportioned body made her gigantic, globe-like beach-ball hooters stick out just that little bit more, and that was all it took.

The button sprung off the blouse and flew across the room like a bullet, pinging off Chet’s forehead. The blouse ripped apart, both sides flying, and in an instant – the most significant, amazing, life-changing instant of Chet’s life – Diamond Gazongas’ inhumanly huge chest balloons burst out gloriously into the air like smooth, tanned, round, shiny, gleaming golden boulders. She was all tit, and the massive rack exploded into the room, firm, slick, meaty, curved spheres of succulent monster milk cans.

There was one frozen second.

Then-

‘NNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!’

Chet’s furtive cry reverberated not just in the dressing room, not the corridor, but throughout the whole sound stage. The crew, various paramedics and assembled wounded in the part where Diamond had first made her appearance all looked up wonderingly as it echoed around the high ceilings of the studios.

‘NNNNNNNGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!’

Chet was stricken. He lost motor function as his brain fried on a griddle. His jaw suddenly sprung open and locked there, his tongue protruding like a hungry dog. His eyes bulged out, the image seared into his mind, and then slowly leaked so that his pupils slid to either side of his head, coming to look in opposite direction. Veins suddenly popped out of his temples and throbbed visibly.

‘NNNNGHGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

Slobber leaked out of his mouth and plopped in a rope onto the floor.

And then there was a tell-tale sound.

RRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

The tear started in the stud’s jeans near the knee. Slowly but inexorably there was the sound of denim fabric tearing. A split appeared all the way from the knee to the groin in Chet’s left leg, shreds of fabric coming away revealing thick veins and pulsing flesh underneath.

‘Fucking check out my JUGGGGGGGGS!!!!!’ Diamond cried.

Diamond grabbed the sides of her blouse with either hand and pulled them wide in a flasher-stripper pose, arching her back, sticking her boulder-tits out further and jiggling the ginormous, heavy, solid fuck globes.

Chet’s tortured appendage burst free from his jeans in an explosion of fabric, jeans coming free in a huge split from knee to groin, and his vast, arm-thick and vascular hog sprung wildly upwards, completely rigid, in an upwards arc with a sprooooiiiiing recoil that slapped against his abs and pecs before pointing at the ceiling. His arms were in catatonic tension and his hands were clasping and unclasping at the air while his head lolled like a bobblehead doll as one eye, then the other, fixed on the perfect, massive pair of zeppelin tits that stuck out at him.

Diamond stuck her tongue out of her mouth and twerked them at him.

‘GGGGRRrRRRRrRRoOOoiiiNNKKKKKKKKKkKKKKkk!!!!!!!!’

The fly on Chet’s jeans burst open and his massive balls burst out of it, both of them twining and revolving in his flesh scrotum as the whole package bungeed between his legs. He had gone from a super stud to a ridiculous cartoon character in the space of a second.