The large bounce in Jessica's breasts were visible as she was wheeled through the hallway to the awaiting operating room. After coming around and finding the note left for him, Doug broke down into tears. The months that followed were a whirlwind of emotions and issues. The press release of Misty Stacks' death was revealed to the world, her friends and associates in the porn industry were in mourning, they were all gathered for the makeshift funeral being held for her. Ms. Grant spoke a few words, as did others who knew her. Doug though, couldn't care one bit. Outwardly he was Jessica fulltime, he couldn't even think of being Doug. The massive breasts attached to him were a constant reminder of that. Each one filled with 16,000ccs of saline. He looked as if he was all breast and no torso. While tears were running down Jessica's face, they weren't for the one everyone was crying for. Nor were they for Sammie, they were for Doug who for all intensive purposes was the one dead. Following
Misty and Sammie sat on the bed as the live stream started. Misty giving a snide look when Jasmine and Connie were introducing the stream. "Ugh, those two." "What about them?" "They are a really popular sister duo. Jasmine is into kinky stuff and Connie was more down to earth. I got along with her, Jasmine on the other hand was a nightmare to get along with. We did a few videos together, the last one we did, she stuck her head into my ass. It took three months, but I was able to finally to sit again. Granted I still can't close my ass like I could before, but I did miss sitting down." "Oh geez." "I really do feel sorry for your boyfriend now." "What are they planning?" "Remember how I said that his breasts were about to get bigger, well this is it. Both of these bitches are going to transfer their saline into Jessica's breasts. It was supposed to be me doing this, but after I found out that these two maxed out their breasts when it was me on the line, I decided I had
Doug could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he made his way to the live stream event. Each and every jiggle of his breasts another reminder of his situation and how bad it was. As he entered the room, he took notice of the big bed, worried this was the wrong room, he began calling out for someone before Jose the sound tech responded. "Ah senorita Jessica, right this way. Ms. Grant told us to make you as comfortable as possible." As Doug made his way to the bed he felt a slight prick on his arm. "What the?" "Sorry, I've been cleaning the fiberglass strands from the night crew." As Doug got onto the bed, he could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier. His mind was getting foggy, and he was beginning to black out. As he started coming around he heard Ms. Grant's voice talking to someone. "Ok ladies, Jessica here is ready and willing to take them. This is going to be one impressive live stream for sure. Hell the key sales to enter the site are out of this world." "That's
