AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry to interrupt the regularly scheduled drawing & story combination "Milkin' Ain't Easy" for a court mandated public service announcement. -woot "Hello, my name is Ms. Bellweather and I'm from FLAT: Frumpy Ladies Against Tits. Simply put, our organization seeks to quash the cult of breast worship worldwide."
"Here's an excellent place to start." She looks balefully at the image, light projected by a machine at the back of the darkened lecture hall, and whips her pointer at an exposed areola. The impact shakes the screen and jiggles the cowgirl's bust. She notices this and attempts to iron out the ripples with her free hand but just makes the problem worse. Now the boobs are sloshing around like a waterbed in an earthquake. Ms. Bellweather closes her eyes and grits her teeth, shoring up what little remains of her composure, and waits for the infuriating motion to cease.
"As I was saying; here's a good place to start. This is what we're fighting against. This is the kind of visual pollution that has flowed for years, unimpeded by good taste and uninterrupted by the slumbering legal system that should shelter and protect us! Well that ends today. I have procured not only a mandate that allows us to air these public service announcements, but also a ruling that equal time and effort should be given to depicting the unendowed. To this end I've secured the cooperation of the reclusive but brilliant artist toow. As the foremost champion of the flat chested, he will ensure that you the viewer are getting fair and balanced coverage. While we're not thrilled with being forced to compromise, FLAT realizes that this is a bold step in the right direction."
I get the feeling that as soon as this comment is released, about five comments will appear before it requesting Ms Bellweather gets her comeuppance a lá Woot. But it's just a gut feeling.
Oh, man, it's finally happened! First there's an anti-busty public campaign, and then guerrilla movements! people sneaking into a busty woman's house at night to make her bust vanish while she sleeps! Lock your doors! Bar your windows! And above all, PANIC!
Wait a second, that upper torso is too wide and protruding to allow flat breasts. And that dip in her figure seems to hint at an unusually large asset that wouldn't be found on this group's apparent definition of "frumpy". This is a twofold propaganda that is baiting both sides into another titty war! There is no FLAT! THIS IS THE LASTEST ATEMPT AT NET CHAOS BY THE IMFAMIOUS TERRORIST ORGANIZATION ACRONYM.
An obvious April Fools joke but that has extreme potential for a miniseries. Anything from her simply growing to (my preference) having a cause of the growth. Such as ever public service announcement causes her to grow larger, more so the more viewers FLAT gets. Either way, fantastic artwork as always. Keep at it.
Hmm. Maybe she sees the light when an anti-FLAT spy plops several times the normally withstandable amount of BEcydaminathin. That's be hilarious, awesome, and a good thing to see! :D
Sounds like an Epic Confrontation is in the works. Can woot and toow be in the same place at the same time without destroying the universe, or at least drastically altering a large number of women's figures at the same time? Tune in next week and find out!
Most people didn't recognize this women, and for good reason. She can no longer use her powers anymore cause her metabolism has faded, and is permanatnly stuck in a mature yet child like form.
"Hello, my name is Ms. Bellweather and I'm from FLAT: Frumpy Ladies Against Tits. Simply put, our organization seeks to quash the cult of breast worship worldwide."
"Here's an excellent place to start." She looks balefully at the image, light projected by a machine at the back of the darkened lecture hall, and whips her pointer at an exposed areola. The impact shakes the screen and jiggles the cowgirl's bust. She notices this and attempts to iron out the ripples with her free hand but just makes the problem worse. Now the boobs are sloshing around like a waterbed in an earthquake. Ms. Bellweather closes her eyes and grits her teeth, shoring up what little remains of her composure, and waits for the infuriating motion to cease.
"As I was saying; here's a good place to start. This is what we're fighting against. This is the kind of visual pollution that has flowed for years, unimpeded by good taste and uninterrupted by the slumbering legal system that should shelter and protect us! Well that ends today. I have procured not only a mandate that allows us to air these public service announcements, but also a ruling that equal time and effort should be given to depicting the unendowed. To this end I've secured the cooperation of the reclusive but brilliant artist toow. As the foremost champion of the flat chested, he will ensure that you the viewer are getting fair and balanced coverage. While we're not thrilled with being forced to compromise, FLAT realizes that this is a bold step in the right direction."
"Thank-you for your time."
We last had a contribution from the mysterious "toow" on You've Come A Long Way, Baby.