Big Dipper

You won the big VIP prize, a guest spot in Big Dipper’s newest music video. You arrived on the set with some big guys giving you an outfit to change into. It reminds you of some kind of Chinese slingshot with clips on the sides. You manage to get it on to give you some sense of modesty. As you come out of the closet (double entendre) that doubled as your changing room, you find them recording you and the big fat men joyfully escort you to a stage with something that looks like a hammock suspended from the rafters. The stage is done up in glitter and rainbows, the only way you could believe that this isn’t gay is to be completely blind, but the playful gay giggles of the chubby cast would also stretch that credulity. The music playing beats strong and rousing. You can feel its pulse, getting you in the mood. Despite how clean everyone here is, the scent of male musk still teases your sense of smell. You’re worried that your arousal may show through the skimpy outfit as they lay you back in this hammock/sling. Their bearish hands caressing you, taking perhaps a few extra liberties with your body as they help. You let your weight sink into the mesh material, only realizing that your feet are being elevated and your ankles strapped up above you. Your hands similarly are being secured above your head. The men stand about you, cameras rolling from all angles as Big Dipper strides up to between your legs. Then he and the rest produce cans of spray whipped cream. They cover your body and limbs with the whipped cream, you crotch completely obscured by the dessert. The music deepens as Dipper places a maraschino cherry atop the whipped cream over your crotch. He raps some lyrics you don’t catch, but understand the part about popping your cherry as he simulates stroking the cherry like it was a small penis before squeezing and popping the cherry between his thumb and index fingers. His happy face gets more gleeful when he reaches inside the mound of whipped cream over your crotch and you feel a tug on your ‘costume’ and right after you feel the snaps pop, Big Dipper pulls out the only clothes you had on under all this whipped cream. Now you can’t help but feel like a morsel for all these ravenous fat men to enjoy.