Uncompressed Depression
By Helia          

    Arlene stepped up to him first. She handed him her I.D., he checked it  and she went on by and into the door that led into the main part of the  exotic dance bar.

    Melinda came next, handing her card to the guy. He barely looked up  after examining the card and her, then let her by.

    Wendy was next. Same routine, then she went in.

    I stepped up, my whopper tits immediately casting a shadow over him as  he sat there. I held out my I.D. and he looked at it for half a second  before looking up. His eyes grew wide and I thought he was going to fall  out of his chair.

    "Holee Hooters! If you're coming in to dance for amateur night it is  Wednesdays," he said licking his lips looking at the huge jugs that were  thrust out practically in his face.

    I opened my mouth to reply when Arlene opened the door into the bar and  commented, "Miss Tits is here to try to swallow up Ridge Parkers fat  dork."

    "Huh. Go on in," the mesmerized guy said, handing me back my I.D.

    I took the card and walked by him and into the open door that Arlene  held. She had a big mischievous smile on her mug.

    We stood there in the midst of a screaming mob of other women as the  dancers came out wearing their tiny little g-strings that bulged with  their cock and balls. Dollars flew as the guys gyrated before us,  smiling down at the howling pack of excited women. My huge boobs kept  getting bumped and nudged and elbowed. When I got into the act of  yelling and screaming and jumping about, other girls got clobbered by  the huge bouncing things in my straining top.

    Finally, Ridge Parker, the main attraction of the night, stepped out  into the limelight. The women went wild and the place got really  frenzied. The dark haired guy stepped out, dancing about, his g-string  packed with so much meat we could almost see some of it peeking out.

    "Get up there!" Arlene laughed pushing me forward. My huge boobs cut  through the other women like two spherical wedges. Next thing I knew I  was butted up right against the stage with Ridge dancing before me.

    "And here's a brave little lady wanting to test her throat muscles on  Mr. Parker's love muscle.." the MC said as Ridge gyrated his hips and  moved up to the edge of the dance floor. He got closer and closer to  where I was stuck against the rim of the stage. He smiled down at me as  he got down on his knees, his bulging crotch was right in my face.

    "Oh my!" I exclaimed as he slipped down his g-string and his long fat  cock flopped out and smashed me in the face. It was like a wiggling  snake, slapping and sliding about all over my face. I heard the other  girls laugh behind me.

    "My gosh, baby, you got some big fucking tits," Ridge said just loud  enough for me to hear.

    "But they aren't..." my last words were cut off as his fat cock popped  into my open mouth and my cheeks billowed outwards as the fat thing  pushed into my throat and began to expand.

    The girls behind me laughed and squealed as I stood there choking, eyes  watering, as the big cock plunged down my throat. I gurgled and hacked,  trying to actually suck on the huge slab of meat attached to the dancer.  He just smiled down at me, resting his hands on my gigantic breasts. He  squeezed my chest and I could actually feel it through the inflated bra.  "You're gigantic, baby," he said over the pounding music as I choked on  his huge cock.

    Suddenly the huge cock popped out of my mouth and Ridge took me under  my arms and yanked me up on stage. My huge boobs did a little bounce as  my feet hit the stage. All the women in the audience screamed and  howled. Ridge spun me around so I was facing everyone. He moved up  behind me and I felt his long prick slide beneath my legs. I gasped as  the women on the floor laughed and howled some more as Ridge's long  thick cock stuck out from between my legs.

    "Oh my!" I exclaimed as Ridge's hands came up behind me and groped my  huge boobs. I thrust my chest out, my top finally having enough of the  strain of my gigantic blown-up breasts. With a rip the top tore right  down the center. I felt a release of pressure as my brassiere also tore  free. Both garments hung off my shoulders, exposing my chest. I looked  as everyone else looked at my chest. "No! NO!" I cried seeing two  enormous breasts, fat and round and huge as overinflated beachballs  sticking out from my chest.

    The bra hadn't inflated when the CO2 cartridges had gone off, it had  been my breasts! I cried as everyone laughed. My tits were giant now  with no way to deflate them!