Few chose to acknowledge the daily hardships she was forced to endure.
True, she slept sixteen hours a day, but since the sun kept moving, she had to constantly wake up and slink out from the shadows to find a suitably solarized patch. When the sun went down, or just stubbornly refused to shine, she had to track down a heat register or construct a fortress of blankets and pillows. It took her god knows how long for her demands of regular cushion replacement to be met. Didn't anyone but her know that after the first week plushness levels plummeted? She really doubted it.
Such a soft sanctuary was the perfect place to lounge when she was awake, but it was seldom close enough to the kitchen to allow prompt food delivery. Waiting the two minutes for it to arrive from downstairs was an unacceptable eternity. Having the food arrive after such a lengthy fast only to discover the quality or quantity of her meal was lacking, was almost more heartache than anyone could endure.
That's why she found it truly amazing that her situation could get worse. She had to stomp on the idea of being put on a diet. The mere suggestion that she was no longer slim and sleek provoked a streak of harsh language, and even a well deserved scratch or two.
On an unrelated note, it was disheartening to discover designers discontinuing clothing in her size. Others had it so easy.
Slim? Sleek? Why, the poor dear's practically emmaciated! Nothing but skin and bones! Quickly, bring her some decent food and don't stop until she's done! ^_^
It'd probably be redundant to say I'm in favor of the bigs girls, as well. But hey, anything that strikes your fancy, Woot... I don't think you've missed the mark yet. ^_^
I don't want to question your methods Woot, but I personally would prefer a return to the slimmer, bigger breasted models. Especially processes involving them.
wonderful to see people acting as though woot is a public service and not doing this becuase he wants to, and having the niceness in him to post it people. seriously, you get what your given.
I was actually making a joke about 'big' girls. That is to say, a double-entendre on both big boobs and big everything. And no, I don't mind this at all! (We now return you to your regularly schedules Wootart.)
As long as people can phrase things constructively, I don't mind objections. Comments are your way to vote.
Still, I can't please everyone simultaneously. But I do like to mix things up regularly, so if you're looking for a particular shape or size: waiting works.
I think I might cut The Tale of Tenfingers short. People are losing interest, and it might be good to move onto a new series.
As for I, large buxomed women would be for men such as I. We are all to be seeing women with large breasts, oui? Woot, keep on with women with the large buxom, yes...
Any style of art you take up,really this is just expressing your fantasies or insperation....noone hates your work at all,and anything you put up,everyone will enjoy...generally(and personally :3).
And as well these are your property....people do have right to critisize your work or anyone elses....but to demand is another issue... Just keep doing what you do best...and you'll have loyal fans for the longhaul... great dialouge for the illustration btw ^^.
P.S. D'ont stop tenfingers "too" soon at least,just letting you know,i'm still intrested.
dear ???: please do not force me to use physical persuasion, I don't care if you don't like "flabby crap with the chin rolls" but I do, because I am a Fat Admirer(someone who admires fat accumulation on members of the opposit sex), most FA's like the flabby stuff, like arm fat, double chins, and rolls. Woot likes moar buxom girls, not really fat girls, which is fine, I like anyone who like bigger women. But please don't talk bad about it OK? you're entitlled to your oppinion, but please don't state it here.
True, she slept sixteen hours a day, but since the sun kept moving, she had to constantly wake up and slink out from the shadows to find a suitably solarized patch. When the sun went down, or just stubbornly refused to shine, she had to track down a heat register or construct a fortress of blankets and pillows. It took her god knows how long for her demands of regular cushion replacement to be met. Didn't anyone but her know that after the first week plushness levels plummeted? She really doubted it.
Such a soft sanctuary was the perfect place to lounge when she was awake, but it was seldom close enough to the kitchen to allow prompt food delivery. Waiting the two minutes for it to arrive from downstairs was an unacceptable eternity. Having the food arrive after such a lengthy fast only to discover the quality or quantity of her meal was lacking, was almost more heartache than anyone could endure.
That's why she found it truly amazing that her situation could get worse. She had to stomp on the idea of being put on a diet. The mere suggestion that she was no longer slim and sleek provoked a streak of harsh language, and even a well deserved scratch or two.
On an unrelated note, it was disheartening to discover designers discontinuing clothing in her size. Others had it so easy.