Jessica's Change Management Ch. 26

"Urgh! Urgh!" I swiftly made myself gag and splutter.

I was really pushing until my chest rose and quivered, or more like my plumped plush pillows quaked and jiggled. When I slid my fingers out, I didn't really need to do much more than that 'cause a buncha drooly gobs of slobber spluttered right out along with my digits and landed in my silicone valley. With my ginormous size, however, it was just drops in the ocean. As my boobastic boobies were far from glistening yet, I quickly went for another round. Shoving two fingers as deep down my throat as I could, I prepared to spit on target this time.

"Urgh! Urgh!" I retched and heaved that much quicker. "Urgh urgh urgh!"

When my chest rose anew, I pulled out and a coupla super thick, super slobbery ribbons of drool followed, basically flying outta my mouth and landing on my right titterrific tittie. Actually, hitting my fabulous fakebags wasn't really that difficult 'cause they were super stacked in fronta my chest. Tihi!

Anyhoo, I wisely kept some of the drool in my mouth. Pursing my dinghy lips, I carefully aimed at my left jumbo jugg and hit the bullseye, aka my left nipple. Still retching dryly from the aftershocks, I started spreading the slimy slobber all over the top of my monster melons. Ready! Almost triumphantly, I looked up to my former intern who hadn't lifted a finger yet.

"Get jerking, dollie!" Justy said almost casually.

Obviously, the slimeball wanted the bimbo to do all the work. Fine with me! That way, I could control the action. In response, I hastily cupped my jugganauts. Bestest effect ever? I could lift those plumped plush pillows and wrap them around his hardening cock. That was what I did. Squeezing my titty flesh around his shaft, his cock completely disappeared.

Über-eager, I slid my titty meat up and down, basically hurling and flinging my fat fake funbags around. Super zealous, I kneaded and massaged Justy's shaft, feeling it throb. I was totally focused on my task when the slimy dude gave me a harsh shove to my shoulders. Pushing me backwards, he made me fall onto my ass. Umph!

"Time for the next step, dollie!" He instructed me.

Oh jeez! He was really quick to tire of new toys, wasn't he? That was disappointing but no cause for alarm. After all, I had lotsa more to offer as my trout pout was freshly inflated and ready to get utilized. That was why I puckered my bulbous dinghy lips before bending forward.

SLAP

Another blow to my face knocked me back. It wasn't too harsh but enough to make my right cheek join the glow.

"Only use your tongue to wet my dick, bitch!" Justy instructed me. "Don't put my cock on those dick-suck-lips or in your mouth."

Oh boy! Even though the slimeball had noticed my new lip augmentations, he wouldn't let me use them. Pout! I guess, I had been a tad too enthusiastic about my bimbofications, so he was having a blast prohibiting the use of my new toys. Pant!

Anyhow, an order was still an order! That was why I got crawling and moved over to him. Sticking my tongue out, I began to lick the length of his shaft, making sure I left as much spit on it as I could. Oh Lordy! I so wanted to purse my inflated dinghy lips and use my balloon pout in the bestest way ever. Instead, I continued licking...

...and only lapped at air.

Oh no! Justy had taken a step back! All dutifully, I crawled along to get my tongue back on his shaft. Just when I touched his cockhead again, I realized that I was kneeling right in fronta the left glass block wall, or more like, in plain view! Holy shoot! I mean, the glass bricks were somewhat blurring the shapes and forms but the gist of it was totally apparent.

Holy fudge! I was having a bout of nerves here. Yet, my bimbo pride wouldn't allow me to give up that easily. After all, I was still inside my house. I could pull this off if I didn't linger. As quick-and-dirty was the objective, my glittery pink stiletto nails came in really handy. Why? Cause I felt Justy's dick throbbing whenever I ran the tip of my long, fake pornclaws over his shaft. I literally played his tool like the keys of a piano, as in rhythmically tapping all my right nailtips along the top of his shaft while tapping all my left nailtips across the bottom of his nutsack. More brownie points for bimbofication! Yay!

Even though it was an awesome way to get the dude off quickly, I didn't leave it at that. Instead, I tickled and stroked his balls while I formed a fist around his hard member and started twisting my wrist. Due to this amazing technique, the slimeball could only withstand the massage a coupla minutes. Shortly after, he was panting and bucking, so much so that he erupted with a massive cum charge. Despite the slew of spunk, he basically shot all jizz in two huge spurts.

STUNNER! SHOCKER!

Not only did he shoot a truckload of the thickest, creamiest sperm ever, he also shot it at a precise point. Where exactly? The door! For real! As in the clear glass window in my front door! No kidding!

"Don't look at it like a trout on a hook, dollie! It ain't gonna ask real nice." Justy chided me when I continued staring open-mouthed at the thick white cream plastered onto the glass. "Get to work, bitch!"

Oh my god! This was my neighborhood! This was a nice, affluent city area, as in the typical white picket fence suburbia. I knew everybody in my cul-de-sac whereas all my neighbors only knew me as the prim and proper consultant. Gulp! How should I ever explain these slutty actions if I got caught in the act? There would be no getting caught if I were quick about it, right? Right!

That was why I only risked a quick glance down the street to make sure. There was nobody around except for a dude unloading groceries from his car. He was so far down the road that he could barely see me, though. Focusing on the spunk on the window, I noticed that the cream had started running down the glass, leaving thick and slimy ribbons. Pursing my mouth, I used my inflated pucker to push the smudgy jizz into a puddle. What a bimbo scoop! Pressing my lips against the glass, I literally kissed the door goodbye. What a super spunk show! After scooping all the sperm back into a spot, I was ready to slurp it up. Before that, though, I gazed at the slimeball with a triumphant look on my face. However, that look turned into discomposure soon. Why? Cause I heard a barking sound!

SHOCKER! STUNNER!

In panic, I looked to the street where I saw my next-door neighbor turning into the cul-de-sac with his dog on a leash. He was walking his pet! He was about to pass my house on his way home! Holy moly! I had to finish this task and fast! Holy cannoli! I had to get going and super fast! Oh dang! All the prior posturing and squabbling was coming back to bite me in the ass, like literally. But how could I finish the task in the quickest way ever? How could I complete my job in the most unobtrusive way ever?

Jeezus, diva! Let's close the door and be done with it. No way, chica! What a defeat! What about our bimbo pride? Balance, bimbo band! Justin's never gonna let us get away with it. So, finish the task and make it look like window cleaning!

Un-fudging-believable how quickly I moved. Un-fudging-believable how fast I licked away. Sticking my tongue out, I literally lapped away at the glass like a cat licking spilled milk. Duh!

WOOF! WOOF!

Holy shoot! The barking was getting louder. The neighbor was coming nearer. Yet, I couldn't risk a look, 'cause I couldn't lose more time.

WOOF! WOOF!

Holy fudge! The barking was close, like super close. My neighbor musta been in range to see what I was doing. Hastily, I took the final lick and wiped the glass with my palm for good measure. After all, I needed to make it look like window cleaning, right?

"Hi, Mrs. Addams! Everything OK there?" Mr. Thompson's concerned voice interrupted me.

HORROR OF HORRORS!

Oh my god! The moment I had dreaded had come to pass. Yet, I hadn't been able to prepare for it, 'cause I had been busy eating cum. The irony! The priorities!

"Oh yeah! It's all fine! Don't you worry!" I eventually replied to my neighbor, handwaving his question. "Just doing spring-cleaning."

Damnit, vulg-ho! See our neighbor's eyes? They're totally leering at our bulging beef balloons. Oh yay, chica! Total attention and appreciation! Steady, bimbo band! Don't give him any ideas.

Ending this encounter as quickly as possible was a good point. Unfortunately, the neighbor's attention had a magnetic effect, especially after all the disregard I had endured over the last coupla days. As a result, I remained kneeling on the ground a tad too long.

"Oh yukk! Spring-cleaning! One of the thingies I always put off till the last moment. You know what I mean?" I fluttered my fake eyelashes while giving the bestest excuse I could offer.

"Oh, yeah! I'm not a fan either, Miss Addams! Although I've never tried it in an outfit like that." Mr. Thompson agreed, sorta.

"I really like that necklace. Is it a family heirloom?" He quickly changed the topic with his eyes almost tumbling into my silicone valley.

COLD SHOWER!

Hooray! The reminder of D-Rod's calm anchor totally galvanized me. As a result, I slowly returned to an upright position while starting to bid goodbye. Not so slowly, I staggered and tumbled over. Uh-oh! I had seriously underestimated the weight of my monster melons. I wasn't used to being so top heavy, so much so that I was falling over.

The doorframe! Mother's little helper! I just about managed to cling to the door casing to keep upright even though my neighbor got a purr-fect look at my bosom buddies. Oh shoot! I had straightened up to get outta this dangerous situation, not to make it worse. For a coupla moments, we stood there facing each other with neither of us saying a word.

"So... Miss Addams." Mr. Thompson eventually addressed me with a slight cough. "I just came by to tell you that it's Ethan's 18th birthday."

"He's throwing a birthday party for his friends in the backyard." He added. "So, I wanted to apologize in advance, you know, for any noise or disturbance."

Oh boy! I couldn't care less about my neighbor's kid or his darn party. I couldn't care less about any noise, either. Mr. Thompson coming by to apologize in advance mighta been considerate and well-intentioned, but it was really useless and senseless!

"Oh wow! A real birthday bash! They're growing up so fast, aren't they? I remarked trying to cut this short.

All restraint, I clasped my arms over my new sacks-of-silicone or whatever Justy had called my extra expensive, extrawhordinary endowments. Unfortunately, though, I was still getting used to the gigantic size, so I ended up awkwardly placing my lower arms on top of my plumped plush pillows. They were so big you could basically use them like a meaty tray to place some glasses on. Tihi!

"Oh, don't you worry!" I eventually responded. "We were all, like, young once, right? It's so no prob for me, like totes not."

Did you see that? Thompson sure did! Pushing down on my ravishing rack was like trying to stuff a rubber hop ball into a too-small trunk. My titty flesh was welling up and bulging out all over the place. Dang! Did you expect that? Thompson sure did not! Even though I was really trying to hide my assets here, I had reached out and started stroking my neighbor's arm all softly. Oh gosh! The calm anchor's influence was ceasing the more the dude's attention was increasing!

"We're gonna have a big cake and other delicacies." My neighbor quickly added, as if he was trying to artificially prolong our chat.

Wait! Wasn't there some thingie about cakes? Oh righty! My gig during Matty's party! Remember?

Oh wow! I found myself getting super excited by the marvelous memory of the breastaurant battle, so much so that I clapped my hands and jumped on the spot until it caused a nip slip.

'Oh! I could, like totally, jump outta that cake. That would be super awesome fun! Fer shure!' I burst out.

REVERIE!

What a daydream! That slut show only happened in fronta my inner eye. In fact, it woulda been a totally bimbecile impulse and I was so done with such reckless action. That was why I reacted kinda differently.

Oh woah! I found myself getting super jumpy by the malevolent memory of getting my face dunked into the cake, so much so that I put my hand on the doorframe and kept myself glued to the spot until it calmed me down.

"Oh! I can, like totally, imagine the boys having a food fight. That would be super awesome fun! Fer shure!' I burst out.

Truth be told, putting on my breastaurant outfit and escorting Thompson to his son's party woulda been a birthday gift the young boys woulda loved. Betcha! The way my neighbor was leering at my monster melons, he woulda loved it just as much. Gotcha! Whatever! I so didn't have time for daydreams or bimbotainment or whatever. I had to find some excuse to get outta this situation.

Getting rid of Mr. Thomposn, however, turned out harder than anticipated 'cause it was obvious how much he enjoyed the way I was struggling to hide my jumbo juggs and failing at it. He was evidently savoring the way I was shifting around to balance the weight of my supersized sweater stretchers and failing at it. Dang! I needed to work another angle here.

"Oh, so sorry! But I, like totally, gotta finish my outfit." I tried weaseling outta the situation. "You know, me 'n my girls, we're, like totally, going to a pimp 'n hoes party."

"You know, like a bad taste party. Fer shure!" I hastily clarified when my neighbor's eyes grew wide. "You think I look the part?"

"Well, you have a knack for costumes, Miss Addams." Thompson used the chance to inspect me even closer.

"If I ran into a woman dressed like that without knowing it was you, Miss Addams, I'd take her for a two-bit-whore." My neighbor said serious as fudge.

Oh Lordy! Too much information! Too much truth! Oh boy! I really needed to put an end to this before the dude became any more forthright. I had to stop this before my neighbor did any blunt thingie I couldn't resist.

"You think, my costume's, like, missing some stuff, like some detail or accessory? I should, like probably, get back inside to put on more stuff." I desperately tried to get away from the door.

Oh no! My neighbor's eyes lit up when he heard my question. He definitely had some ideas. Oh gulp! This was totally backfiring on me.

"I'd say, the outfit's almost too over-the-top to be believable. You know, regarding the trailer trash stereotypes." He was scraping his chin as if pondering ideas.

Again, way too much information! Way too much truth! Actually, my neighbor's degrading remarks melted my restraint more than all the other stuff before, so much so that I was getting increasingly bubbly and bouncy. The bimbecile was threatening to take over. Uh-oh!

"As icing on the cake, you could add black fishnet stockings. You know, the ones with the really big, skanky fences." He suggested looking all excited. "Oh, and a thong riding high up over your pants. You know, a whale tail or whatever the kids call it today."

Okay! That was really creative! In fact, that was pretty supportive, so much so that it deserved a gesture of appreciation. All the more, if it acted as closure. Under the impulse of the moment, I started jumping on the spot and clapping my hands. Oh no! It was supposed to be a quick peak at my bouncing beef balloons, but it turned into a completely different animal.

STUNNER! SHOCKER!

Oh jeez! I had forgotten about my spandex top. It was super tight and ultra flimsy, so much so that the material turned into a thin strap that barely covered my nippies, literally like a cute little gift-wrap ribbon. Basically, my titty meat bulged out at the top and the bottom. Actually, it exposed more than it concealed.

"Miss Addams is that a tongue piercing?" Mr. Thompson exclaimed while I cheered.

COLD SHOWER!

Oh yay, chica! Our newest beautification. Oh yay, diva! The tongue stud saying 'Rods Rule'. Oh yay, bimbo band! A calm anchor!

The reminder of Sir Da Rod's second anchor galvanized me again and not a second too soon. I literally had to clean up my act before it was too late. Too bimboy! Too dangerous! Clutching my necklace, I flashed a bright smile and told my neighbor that I totally loved his idea, so much so that I immediately had to put it into practice. With that, I hastily closed the door while waving Mr. Thompson goodbye. Phew!

"Damnit, dollie! D-Rod told me to keep you in check, but he didn't say you were such a trainwreck." My former intern remarked when I turned around and faced him.

Truth be told, Justy was right if I liked it or not. This had been close, so much so that it was a real warning! I was still struggling with finding the right balance between beautifool and bimbecile. No matter what, I couldn't be a daring dummy at the cocktail party, 'cause I had to be a brilliant broker. Dang! Kinda funny, right? Other peeps literally blew their fuses when getting frustrated. By contrast, my mind legit overheated from attention. Oh boy! I really needed the calm anchors to pull this off, didn't I?

Even if I had barely escaped this situation, I was adamant to add my neighbor's suggestions to my outfit. A promise was a promise after all! As we were kinda hard pressed for time, I quickly chose a pink thong and black stay-up stockings. The g-string was high-waisted and purr-fect to create the whale tail look. The hold-ups were thigh high with a fencenet design and vinyl tops that fit the shimmery style from my mini skirt and ankle boots. Ripe and ready? Check and check!

So off to the party! Off to have some fun!

During the drive, Justy didn't say much. All the same, I got increasingly nervous and tense. Why? Cause I recognized the area. For sure, we were heading to the more affluent city area in the hills. The longer we drove down the long and winding street, the more familiar it looked. When we eventually stopped, I instantly recognized the mansion!

DOOM and GLOOM!

We had parked right in fronta Ortega's house. For real! No kidding! As my former intern was quick to enlighten me, we hadn't gotten lost. This was the right place and right house and all. It was Ortega who had volunteered to host the business event. Holy moly! Despite my dismay, it was my own fault. No doubt about that! After all, I had been the one to put Ortega into contact with the gang. It had been my first successful matchmaking, and now it was already biting me in the ass! Holy shoot! This was jeopardizing my job for LGZ! Holy fudge! This was compromising my role as broker for LGZ.

Damnit, vulg-ho! We've sworn to never work for that pompous ass again, not after he deceived and betrayed and scammed us in the out-please-ment center. Snap, damsel! We can't exactly tell that to Perez, can we? We can't chicken out now, 'cause we suggested the whole party thingie in the first place. Wait and see, bimbo band! No need for antics. Let's monitor the situation and adjust our reaction accordingly.

Absolutely right! Any kinda squabbling was the last thingie I needed right now. Instead, I had to be sharp and observant. I had to be determined and decisive. All in all, I needed my dream team more than ever 'cause there was no chance for me to sex-ceed if they didn't act in concert.

For this reason, I bit my tongue. Struggling to cope with my emotions, I tried to be the bubbly, bouncy bimbo broker I needed to be. No matter my feelings, Justy had already restarted my sports car so we were way past the point of no return anyways.

Oh wow! I found myself stepping outta my car and sashaying over to the front door. Radiating exquisite elegance, I made an unforgettable entrance. Bathed in the last rays of fading sunlight, the backdrop was almost as dramatic as my outfit. Every clicking sound of my high heels was accompanied by the gasp of a male guest staring at me in awe. As the men tried to gather their composure, they realized that the most desirable and most distinguished guest of honor had arrived. Breezing past them with my luxuriant hair majestically blowing in the wind, my sheer presence was already daring them to do something outrageous. What a star-making performance!