He was relieved to be back out in the hall, away from the huge pair of breasts that made it so difficult to think. And away from the formidable woman they were attached to who had shooed him away. He certainly hadn't learned much. "Pharmacy" and "Dr. Jacobs" were the only words on a clean piece of notepad paper. Nothing mentioned where he could find them.
Maybe he should have accepted her offer for a guide. He was tempted to knock and ask, but recoiled when he remembered the nurse's icy manner and piercing glare.
She was probably just being sarcastic anyways. Private Investigator Rupert Linwood never got any respect. Not the kind TV detectives were lavished with. It would be easy if he just had a shoulder holster, shades, and a facial scar instead of Dockers, a sweaty polo shirt, and a wispy parody of a mustache.
He didn't suppose wallowing in self pity would help him crack the case, so he started looking for signs. Two flights of stairs later, he was closer to his mark. Lost in thoughts of his favorite episode of "Jake Bullet: PI," he almost collided with another nurse after turning the corner.
She was huge. Wait. He already used the word huge to describe Ms. Hatcher. So she was something beyond that. Adjectives failed him in times like these. In any case, she was taking up most of the hallway, pushing a small metal cart heaped to overflowing with her vast bosom.
"Excuse me." He mumbled as he tried to sidestep around her. But she had moved the same direction.
"Whoops, I'm sorry." She apologized. They tried to get past each other again, but by chance she moved the same way, barring his path.
"Ok." She said, smiling. "We'll both go left this time." He nodded and she waltzed left. He followed, looking perplexed. "No, no, your other left."
"Oh, ah. Left. That left, right."
She remained still, looking amused as he squeezed past her right boob.
He felt the need to address the awkwardness after they had passed. "Yeah, gotta go to the Pharmacy to pick up my... smartness pills." Ugh. Not smooth. Man, he just couldn't think straight lately.
Mammamax? Oh no, that sounds just like that poor mutant in the X-Men comics named Mammomax! That poor guy has had so many jokes about his name. Still, this is incredible work. So cute and amazing at the same time.
Woot, man, you're getting Big Breast sainthood. I guaruntee some day you'll search for Woot online and you'll see an entry "Patron Saint of Enormous Breasts, Breasts in General, and the People who love Them."
Well, this was it. I've been largely silent on the continuing flow of quality comics and one-offs that Woot's been putting out, but I can hold my digital tongue no longer. This picture is absolutely fantastic. My fantasy preference skews towards ever-larger boobs, and this doesn't disappoint. Woot is THE definitive master when it comes to that "playfully embarrassed" look that many of his girls have, and I think it's amazing. In addition, the realism of the breasts is conveyed in a very sexy way, so that they look like, er, breasts, instead of giant balloons. Woot, if you ever stop, it'll be too soon.
Like I said, I like this size, but only in one shot(and since we ain't seeing her again it counts as one shot). with series, I like more like allison, or andrea(final). This would be too big if it weren't one shot.
Maybe he should have accepted her offer for a guide. He was tempted to knock and ask, but recoiled when he remembered the nurse's icy manner and piercing glare.
She was probably just being sarcastic anyways. Private Investigator Rupert Linwood never got any respect. Not the kind TV detectives were lavished with. It would be easy if he just had a shoulder holster, shades, and a facial scar instead of Dockers, a sweaty polo shirt, and a wispy parody of a mustache.
He didn't suppose wallowing in self pity would help him crack the case, so he started looking for signs. Two flights of stairs later, he was closer to his mark. Lost in thoughts of his favorite episode of "Jake Bullet: PI," he almost collided with another nurse after turning the corner.
She was huge. Wait. He already used the word huge to describe Ms. Hatcher. So she was something beyond that. Adjectives failed him in times like these. In any case, she was taking up most of the hallway, pushing a small metal cart heaped to overflowing with her vast bosom.
"Excuse me." He mumbled as he tried to sidestep around her. But she had moved the same direction.
"Whoops, I'm sorry." She apologized. They tried to get past each other again, but by chance she moved the same way, barring his path.
"Ok." She said, smiling. "We'll both go left this time." He nodded and she waltzed left. He followed, looking perplexed. "No, no, your other left."
"Oh, ah. Left. That left, right."
She remained still, looking amused as he squeezed past her right boob.
He felt the need to address the awkwardness after they had passed. "Yeah, gotta go to the Pharmacy to pick up my... smartness pills." Ugh. Not smooth. Man, he just couldn't think straight lately.