The Year of the Cat Ch. 28

Gina chuckled at his confusion. "I had a little time to delve into the 'Cupcake Archives' and just so happened to recognize a rather familiar guest star!"

Matt examined the laminated badge attached to his lanyard. In bold letters 'CHARLIE CHESTNUT' was printed across the surface.

He gulped, nervously. "Oh... well, you see... my face was never filmed. I, uhh... didn't expect to be... recognized..."

Gina scoffed. "With a cock like THAT, it was only too easy! Give yourself some credit, stud. You're one of a kind!"

Tracy, amazed, leaned towards her sister. "What did you three DO?!" she whispered.

Janice simply smiled and winked, enigmatically.

Once everyone had been issued their identification badges, Gina took a step back to examine Tracy. "Okay... so, is that what you're wearing, darling?"

Tracy self consciously looked down at her attire; she had chosen a deeply cut v-neck displaying several inches of bulging cleavage. "I honestly wasn't sure WHAT to wear, Ms. Henley. I've never been to one of these events."

"Call me 'Gina', honey." she said, linking elbows with Tracy, warmly and leading her towards the entrance. "The general idea around here regarding clothing is simple: less is more!"

"Oh... damn. We didn't bring anything to change into, unfortunately." Tracy replied with a pout.

"No problem, whatsoever!" Gina cheerfully chirped. "I'll bring you to my dressing room! I brought a whole rack of outfits you ladies could wear!"

"Sweet!"

Matt chuckled. "Even me?"

A malevolent grin took over Gina's entire face. "Heheh... I've got YOUR outfit right here, ol' Chestnut!"

She reached into her satchel and procured a tiny scrap of white cloth. Matt took the item in his hands and discovered it was a tiny sling of thong underwear, affixed with a strap on either side with the head of a cartoonish chicken printed on the front, complete with a bright red comb and a protruding yellow beak.

"You're kidding, right?"

The women laughed raucously at the idea of Matt wearing the ridiculous garment.

"Nope!" Gina smiled. "You get to wear this for almost chickening out of my massage the other night!"

Matt turned beet red with embarrassment.

"You're gonna look so sexy in that, baby!" Janice cooed in his ear. "I can't wait for you to put it on!"

Gina Henley led the four down the fluorescent lit service hall to a door with her name emblazoned on the front. Stepping through the entrance, they saw a medium sized room with a large mirror.

"We're here!" Gina announced flourishing her hands to present the tall, rolling rack crowded with various types of dresses. "You guys, pick out whatever you like. Hopefully you three can squeeze your giant boobies into a few of these numbers."

Matt recognized several famous outfits from Gina's past photo sets from the hanging rack. Janice's eyes seemed to immediately lock on to a black leather lingerie set with shiny chrome studs

"Oooo! This is gonna be FUN!" she squealed.

"When you all are dressed, come meet me at my booth. I'm set up in the 'Natural Wonders' area, right past 'Silicone Alley'." Gina said, pointing to a spot on the printed map of the main convention hall.

Once Gina had departed, the three women eagerly began choosing their outfits for the event while Matt stepped behind a curtained partition to change.

Janice was unperturbed to find that the leather bra top she chose barely managed to fit her enormous breasts. Her giant tits spilled out from the leather cups in all directions, creating a deliciously lewd display. Janice's barely visible midriff was wrapped in a tight, black leather corset leading down to her black lace panties. Following the dangling straps down past her waist, Janice's long legs were enshrined in a pair of thigh high, fishnet hosiery.

"Mmm! I like leather too!" Kendra cooed, unable to resist the impulse to reach out and gently fondle a generous portion of the vast amount of exposed boob pouring out of Janice's top.

"Ooo! Not so rough, darling!" Janice smiled softly through a wince.

"I barely touched you!" Kendra retorted.

Janice shrugged. "My girls are feeling sensitive lately. Probably too much action last night."

Kendra blinked, pausing to let her mind postulate for a brief moment. She gave herself a final appraisal in the mirror. Like her friend, she had chosen leather lingerie, this set was colored candy apple red with a built in bustier. Kendra was pleased beyond measure by how her huge, billowing breasts were coming tantalizingly close to falling out of the brassiere completely. A peek of dark areola became visible every few steps she took. Her massive tits bounced recklessly from within the tiny leather patches assigned to protect her modesty, failing with spectacular results. Likewise, Kendra's full, huge butt cheeks were barely concealed from her small, red, leather boy shorts, clearly tailored for a less prodigious booty.

Tracy was feeling a sense of admiration for the two women as they set aside their inhibitions so effortlessly. Her eyes were drawn to a white, flowing gown embellished with golden accents. Upon wrangling herself into the dress and observing its flawless fit, Tracy's face broke out into an excited smile.

"Damn!" Kendra breathed, watching Tracy emerge from behind the partition with wide eyes. "My girl is looking SEEEXY!"

Tracy's dress top was a simple crisscross sling covering her breasts. The original design intended to cradle the wearer's bosom; however, on Tracy's bombastically curvaceous body, the crossing strips of fabric leading from her neck to her waist were only able to effectively cover her areolas, leaving the majority of her enormous tits to take in the air, unencumbered. The long, flowing white skirt around her waist had a long slit revealing a tantalizing view of Tracy's long, toned legs. Her ensemble managed to call forth the image of an erotic goddess of the ancient world.

"Matty, honey!" Janice called out to her lover behind the partition. "We're all ready! We're just waiting for you."

"I don't know about this..." came Matt's quiet voice beyond the curtains.

"Come on out! Let's see ya!" Tracy exclaimed, excitedly.

Matt shuffled bashfully into the open from behind the partition. A stunned silence hung in the air for a few seconds before every female in the room burst out laughing hysterically at the sight.

Matt stood practically naked from head to toe, except for the minuscule patch of cloth barely covering his crotch. In order to keep his large flaccid member from spilling out of the side of the tiny underwear, Matt had stuffed his dick into the comically festooned front pouch. The cartoonish chicken head below his waist had responded with a panicked expression, with bulging eyes and an open beak, as the fabric stretched to accommodate his volume.

Janice, Tracy and Kendra were wheezing, breathlessly from laughter. "Oh, honey! You look... you look..."

"Clucking ridiculous." Matt finished her sentence with a sigh.

"BWAHAHAHA!" the female trio responded, clutching each other to remain upright.

Matt's scowl couldn't help but to soften into a shy grin at the women's immense amusement. Shaking his head and donning his badged lanyard, Matt resigned himself to the fate of the day. "Alright, girls. You ready to do this?"

Janice was wiping tears from her eyes. "Oh yes! Oh, I can't wait to see people's faces when they get a load of you!"

With a final gulp, Matt attempted to swallow his nerves and opened the door to exit. The three women followed close behind him as they walked through the service corridor until they finally stood at the entrance to the main convention hall.

"Here we go!" Matt's shaking voice announced as he threw the door open wide.

The enormous ballroom was large enough to accommodate thousands, but as of yet, only a handful of workers and vendors were seen making their final preparations for the opening bell. Rows of long tables separated by curtained partitions filled the hall.

They were only a few steps inside the great hall, when a chuckling male voice was heard nearby. "Nice pecker, bro."

Matt and the girls turned their heads to see a chubby man reclined within his isolated booth wearing a T-shirt that read 'The Clone Ranger' in bright red ink. Behind him, upon his table stood several expensive looking machines, computer equipment and a long row of multicolored dildos of various shapes and sizes.

"Heh. Thanks..." Matt nodded, trying not to turn a deeper shade of red.

The man's eyes narrowed upon Matt's badge. "Hey!" he exclaimed loudly. "You're a porn star! I haven't seen you around here yet! Come on over here and get that cock cloned. Performers get a freebie and it'll just take a few minutes. Promise!"

"You're going to make a 'clone' of his dick?" Kendra asked. "How the heck do you do that?"

The man patted the nearby large metal box with pride. "This beauty right here. It's practically magic, I tell ya. All he's gotta do is stick his junk in here and ol' 'Silver' will take a high resolution, three dimensional scan, getting every little detail recorded. Then, she'll 'print' out an exact replica, using nothing but the highest quality material on the market. Depending on the size of the cock, that part takes at least an hour."

Janice spoke up. "You better clear your schedule for this guy!" she smiled, petting Matt's crotch.

Kendra stepped towards Matt, giving him an intensely serious look. "I want that."

Matt's brow furrowed with doubt. "I don't know, Kendra-"

"Matt... you were wondering what to get me for my birthday? This is the perfect gift! I want a clone of your cock to use any way I want."

"Ooo!" Tracy cooed. "I want her to have that too!"

"Go on, baby!" Janice encouraged. "He says it'll just take a second to make a scan."

Matt's eyes regarded the overweight man and the cold looking metal box with hesitation. "I'm not sure that I'm... uh, in the 'mood'. If you know what I mean."

"What, you afraid you can't get it up?" the man chortled.

Matt looked down upon his flaccid, fowl disguised penis. The chill of the convention center had rendered his member to its smallest state. "No offense, dude. Not really 'inspired' right now."

The man laughed loudly. "All you need is a stiff drink." he said reaching under the table and procuring a mason jar of blue liquid and a shot glass.

Matt scoffed. "It doesn't work that way for me, mister."

"Nonsense. You'll see. Here." said the man as he thrust a filled shot glass into Matt's hand. "Bottoms up!"

With a shrug, Matt turned the glass up and poured the thick liquid down his throat.

"Cheers!"

The acrid taste almost made Matt gag immediately. With a sputtering cough, he handed the empty shot glass back to the vendor.

"That wasn't alcohol! What the heck did you just give me?"

"A 'Stiff Drink', like I said." the man chuckled. "This is concentrated liquid Viagra. My own formula, by the way. Guaranteed to make you rock hard in less than a minute."

Matt's color faded from his face in fright. "Say WHAT?!"

"Don't worry. You'll be fine." the man said, dismissively. "And you'll have a nice, solid cock to show off for the rest of the day!"

"The rest of the DAY?!" Matt nearly shouted.

"Bro... what else are you gonna do today? C'mon, lighten up."

"It'll be alright, 'Charlie'." Tracy patted his back. "It'll be much easier for people to recognize you with a nice hard-on."

"That's not something I was really worried about." Matt replied with a frown.

"Well..." Janice said, her eyes growing wider as they fixated on Matt's g-string. "Like it or not... the stuff is WORKING!"

Matt looked down and was amazed to discover the festooned pouch between his legs filling rapidly.

"That chicken's in for a hell of a day!" Kendra chuckled, watching Matt's cock fill his underwear to capacity and beyond, eventually stretching the elastic waist band away from his abdomen, revealing the thick base and at least three inches of bare dick. The chicken's expression at the other end was that of utter desperation; its eyes bugged and its beak open in a permanent, silent scream.

"Jesus, Matty!" Tracy exclaimed. "Is it just me or is your cock even bigger than usual?"

"You're welcome..." said the man, clearing his throat.

Matt shot the man a silent glare.

"What?!" responded the chubby vendor. "Remember: this is all for free!"

Matt sighed. "Fine. Let's get this over with. Where do I stick it in?"

"Right here, big guy." the man responded, pointing to a rubber lined hole in the side of the polished metal cube.

The process, indeed, took only a few minutes. Matt's pulsing erection had to be squeezed into the tight, padded opening.

"Okay now hold still for sixty seconds. And don't be busting a nut in there! Silver's a tough bitch to clean."

Matt scoffed. "Don't worry. She's not my type."

"Yeah, I kinda gathered that." replied the man under his breath, regarding Matt's three, ultra busty companions.

From the convention center public address system above, a deep voice suddenly rang out into the enormous hall. "Welcome to the final day of the Mid-Atlantic Adult Entertainment Expo!"

A few moments later, the machine made a trilling beep, indicating the completion of its task.

"Alight! That's it! You're all done!" the man exclaimed, giving Matt a reassuring pat on the back. "Go ahead and yank that monster on out. We got us a great scan!"

"So, is that it?." Matt said, pulling his tiny underwear back over his engorged penis as best as he could manage.

"That's it!" the man responded. "All that's left is to 'print' it out. Any color preferences?"

"Can you match this color?" Kendra stepped forward, holding up her hand to display her long, purple glossed, acrylic nails.

"Looks like 'Midnight Purple'. You got it, lady." the man replied. "Any thing else?"

"Yeah..." Kendra bowed low to whisper in the man's ear.

Her secret message's unheard content caused a sly smile and a nod of approval from the man.

"I can do that! No problem. Come back a little after lunch."

On their way down the wide aisle towards the 'Natural Wonders' area, the four were taken aback by the sudden increase of patrons appearing. A wide range of people of all shapes and sizes were milling about dressed in all manner of clothing, from regular street wear to full leather S&M suits complete with zippered gimp masks. Everyone from young couples, bachelorette parties, groups of 'bros' to strange loner types were mixing in the aisles.

Janice and the two women had plenty of heads turning to catch a glimpse of their spectacular, enormous, bouncing breasts; however, Matt's protruding, poultry dressed pecker received the majority of reactions from passersby. Wolf whistles from women and men were pervasive throughout the journey through the corridor.

"buck... buck... buck... bigCOCK!!" someone giggled as they passed by.

Matt was stunned when two young women stood before him, blocking his progress down the aisle.

"Holy shit!! Look at you! Ohmygod!" one of the girls squealed.

"Please!" the girl's friend cried, falling to her knees in front of Matt. "Take a picture of me with this guy's chicken cock resting on my forehead!"

"Whoa!" Matt cried, attempting to cover his huge erection with his two hands. "N-no photos today! Stay away!"

The two girls expressions shifted into a look of shocked disappointment.

"What the fuck, dude?!" one of the girls exclaimed.

Matt's cheeks burned red with embarrassment while the two young women stormed away, shooting him angry glares, eventually disappearing into the throngs of people.

"Honey..." Janice cooed, approaching him for an embrace. "That was a little harsh, don't you think?"

"Well... I mean, I- I'm just weirded out by all the attention I'm getting." Matt replied, casting paranoid eyes around him. "I don't like everyone reducing me down to just a big, walking penis."

"Hmph. Welcome to MY world!" Janice said, cupping her enormous breasts with her palms. "I deal with that every day. You think I don't get sick of being known as 'that chick with the huge tits'?"

Matt blinked, regarding his fiancé with a sudden, newly realized respect. "Geeze.... You've always handled it so well, baby. Ever since I first met you. H-how do you deal with it? How do you not go crazy?"

Janice smiled with the wise benevolence of a saint. "I've learned to adjust my expectations." she answered. "People will ALWAYS look, you're never going to be able to change that. It's your reaction to it that makes all the difference. I've found that the less you give in to your frustration, the less it begins to matter to you!" she smiled. "But listen... that being said, today is a rare occasion. Today we get to CELEBRATE our 'assets'!" Janice exclaimed with a bright grin. "I mean, LOOK at us! Let's be proud of what we have! Don't be ashamed that you're exceptional. Besides, no one here is interested in the million things that make 'Matt Turner' special... they just want the one thing that 'Charlie Chestnut' is famous for!"

He felt her fingers encircling his thick shaft as she leaned in to kiss his lips.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Matt sighed. "Thank you, my love."

"Of course, honey." Janice beamed.

"Guys! Guess what?!" Tracy exclaimed, bounding forward, nearly colliding into the embracing couple. "Someone recognized me! I just signed my first autograph!"

Janice gave Matt a coy look from the corner of her eye. "That's awesome, Trace!"

"Ooo!" Tracy winced. "Call me 'Katie' today. Okay?"

"Sure thing." Matt nodded, resolutely. "... and today... y'all can call me 'Charlie'."

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The foursome continued to stroll through the convention hall towards their destination. They gazed in wonder at the kaleidoscope of sexuality presenting itself in a wide array throughout the crowded aisles. Aerial performances by barely dressed acrobats swung above their heads, burlesque shows and film screenings were occurring on stages in different quadrants of the hall. An 'interactive kinky space' called The Lair seemed to be the main draw for most attendees. The BDSM themed space featured a row of spanking chairs, bondage tables and cages, even a virtual reality booth.

"We would fit right in here in our leather, huh Kendra!" Janice said, eyeing the display.

"Shiiiit. Just let a motherfucker come at me with a paddle!" Kendra growled, cracking her knuckles.

Turning a corner, Matt heard a honkey tonk piano and guitar chords swelling in volume.

"I LIKE BIG TITS!" sang Joe Walsh's voice over the P.A. system as the four entered the 'Silicone Alley' aisle of the convention hall.

The corridor was lined with booths each featuring a cosmetically sculpted starlet. Their many fans stood in lines, crowding the aisle. A particularly large gathering was concentrated around a lavish booth hosted by a thin, young-ish woman with the most bombastically enhanced breasts Matt had ever seen. Both of her spherical implants were nearly triple the size of her head, relinquishing any possibility of natural appearance.

"How does she even stand up straight?!" Kendra asked, quietly.

"MOOO!" cried a laughing female behind an sparsely populated booth. Her arm was outstretched and a finger was pointing at Matt and the ladies. Despite the laughter emanating from her inflated lips, the woman's surgically over enhanced face had a permanent expression of discomfort. "Look! Half the barnyard is here! Three milk cows AND a big ol' chicken!"

Kendra froze in her tracks, casting a menacing scowl at the rail thin woman. "Oh, no this bitch didn't just..." she growled.

"C'mon, babe." Tracy said, linking elbows with Kendra and leading her away. "Forget that bimbo."

"Do these types of women do anything for you?" Kendra sneered to Matt over her shoulder. "I mean, you like big tits... and technically THOSE are big tits."