Jessica had only one desire: to find Jacques and slap him hard before putting as much distance between her and this gallery as she could. But it wasn't the first time she was almost tricked into baring her boobs, and after a few humiliating experiences, she had learned that acting on impulse was the worst way to get herself out of such a jam. Despite how hard it was to rein in her anger, she managed to think: she could step out of hiding and into the crowd; she could find Jacques, slap him and scornfully walk out with her dignity intact.
Intact? They would get Jacques back on his feet and demand explanations. And he would oblige them... he would show them what was behind the curtain. They'd look at the two holes bored into the drywall. They would understand, and then... Then, they would laugh. They would laugh at her righteous anger, at the humiliating performance she had foolishly agreed to give, only to come to her senses at the very last minute. Oh, such human feelings for a ridiculous toon! As if this grotesque parody of a woman could mind being used like an object! The story would spread, and by the next evening, everybody at the Ink & Paint would know about her shameful venture into the world of respectable art...
No... She couldn't get out. She had to remain hidden... but that wouldn't solve anything. The curtains would open regardless of whether her tits were safely tucked in her dress or shamelessly hanging on the other side of the wall. And if she dared to spare her gigantic breasts from being forced through those two tiny holes, Jacques would find her and scold her in front of the entire crowd, and... they would see her, recognize her, they would laugh, and her reputation would be ruined.
She was damned if she did, damned if she didn't. Jessica had spent her entire career walking a very fine line between titillation and indecency. She had never willingly bared her breasts for a crowd, no matter how pressing the demands, how intense the desire. But that night, she had no choice: showing her tits was the only way for her to stay anonymous and hide her shame.
She felt her face turn red with equal part anger and despair. Jessica drew a deep breath and pulled down the top of her dress, almost hard enough to rip it off. Her two massive flesh globes popped out happily; they bounced up and down energetically until she smashed them against the drywall panel. Quickly now: time was running out, and so was her resolve. She tried to reach around figuring that the simplest way to go about this would be to pull them through the holes, but the panel was too wide. With a low curse, Jessica wrapped her hands around her right breast, though it was much too big for her to circle completely, and squeezed all of the flesh she could handle in an attempt to funnel it through the tiny hole it had to enter. It didn't work. Jessica took a step back, reaffirmed her grasp on her own tit and winced in anticipation; then, she squeezed it harder even than Roger had ever squeezed it and slammed her torso against the wall. This time, a little of her flesh managed to get through the tiny hole. Despite her best efforts, Jessica couldn't quite muffle a squeal of discomfort as her fingers began the daunting task of shoving the rest of her gigantic boob through. But after what felt like hours, she was done: her right breast now hung on the other side of the wall she was pressed against.
Getting her other breast through would be harder, as she couldn't charge and smash it against the wall this time around. But if one had found its way, the other would too, and Jessica got to work diligently. She had barely started that Jacques' voice raised above the chatter of the assembled guests.
"Dear friends, lovers of the arts and toon world connoisseurs, please come this way!"
No! Not yet! She wasn't done! Jessica's fingers sank deep into her supple funbag as she feverishly forced as much of it as she could into the ridiculously small orifice. Oh, how she wished Roger were here! They wouldn't have too much of four hands to squeeze her overgrown mammary. His large and strong hands would make quick work of her left tit! Although... well, he'd probably find it absolutely hilarious to buttfuck her while she struggled to remain silent and immobile... Jessica snapped out of her thoughts and rolled her eyes. Perhaps it was better not to have Roger around after all...
"And all that you've seen tonight pales in comparison to this last piece I added to my collection just today," continued Jacques on the other side of the curtain, "a piece so rare, so unique that you will never look at the toon world the same way after tonight!"
Jessica's pained expression became even more harsh. Their outlook wouldn't be the only one to change! Could she even look at herself again after this odious job?
"Ladies and gentlemen... I give you... my chef-d'oeuvre!"
Jacques opened the curtain; Jessica's tits were ready.
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