Art and story by toow. The character is from "Sunblock".
"Calm down ma'am. We're here to help. Mindi and Mandi- are they your daughters?"
The broken down girl brightened at this. "Daughters? That's a good way to describe it! My beautiful twins, gone, all gone. Oh, poor girls!" She hugged herself tightly and returned to disconsolate sobbing.
"We're going to need more information from you so we can start searching. What happened? Tell us everything you can remember about their disappearance. Faces, dates; be as specific as possible."
She marshalled herself, compressing sobs into sad sniffles that gave randomized punctuation to her account. "We were at the beach yesterday. It was about two in the afternoon and I was headed back to my car after sunbathing. I had a feeling that I was being followed, and then suddenly a van pulled up alongside me and two people grabbed my arms and dragged me inside. I think they were female, even though they were wearing ski masks."
"Wait- dragged *you* inside? What about Mindi and Mandi?"
The girl gave the detective an odd look. "Well, they were with me. Though they did fall out of my bikini in the struggle."
"What?"
"My boobs fell out of this." From her bag she produces a wild tangle of magenta string and two widely spaced triangles of floral patterned cloth.
"So Mindi and Mandi are your breasts?"
"Yes, they have names... had names." The waterworks turned back on.
"You're reporting missing breasts?"
"I realize how it sounds, but it's true! Look!" More digging finds her a Polaroid of her cradling a massive bust that is taxing the limits of her swimsuit. A bottle of suntan lotion is wedged in her cleavage suggestively. "See? That's me." She whips off her t-shit and dons the bikini top before the thunderstruck detective can stop her. The effect is similar to loose rigging and limp sails draped over a petite chest. "They took everything."
"Where are the scars from the surgery? I don't understand. What happened to them?"
"I don't know. They hit me with chloroform in the van. I woke up much later like this wearing that t-shirt. She pointed to the navy blue garment she had hastily removed, the one with the word FLAT on the front.
what would be very interesting to know is...what are the doing with all that breast flesh?
My Theory, The Head of FLAT, was teased during her school years for being flat, and is now taking ALL overly sized breasts, and adding it to her own, soon making her The ONLY Big Breasted Female in the world!
while that would be interesting to see, i doubt that's the case
thats it I've stood on the lines for way to long...I"m a lurker, sorta..this is pissing me off, so I'm going to hunt this "Ms. Bellweather" and I'm goin to gut her with my katana I swear on my demon bloodline.
I can think of two different outcomes for this. 1. The members of FLAT developing signs of irreversible "contaminations" from their victims. 2. After a few days the victims of FLAT regain what was stolen with "intrest" ending up twice the size they were before (ok maybe 3x ;) )
They may ruin our Mindies and our Mandies, but Melanie Moons, our biggest-titted girl, hasn't even been born yet - she lives in a futuristic age of nanites and anti-gravity technology. We're safe... BUT FOR HOW LONG??
"Calm down ma'am. We're here to help. Mindi and Mandi- are they your daughters?"
The broken down girl brightened at this. "Daughters? That's a good way to describe it! My beautiful twins, gone, all gone. Oh, poor girls!" She hugged herself tightly and returned to disconsolate sobbing.
"We're going to need more information from you so we can start searching. What happened? Tell us everything you can remember about their disappearance. Faces, dates; be as specific as possible."
She marshalled herself, compressing sobs into sad sniffles that gave randomized punctuation to her account. "We were at the beach yesterday. It was about two in the afternoon and I was headed back to my car after sunbathing. I had a feeling that I was being followed, and then suddenly a van pulled up alongside me and two people grabbed my arms and dragged me inside. I think they were female, even though they were wearing ski masks."
"Wait- dragged *you* inside? What about Mindi and Mandi?"
The girl gave the detective an odd look. "Well, they were with me. Though they did fall out of my bikini in the struggle."
"What?"
"My boobs fell out of this." From her bag she produces a wild tangle of magenta string and two widely spaced triangles of floral patterned cloth.
"So Mindi and Mandi are your breasts?"
"Yes, they have names... had names." The waterworks turned back on.
"You're reporting missing breasts?"
"I realize how it sounds, but it's true! Look!" More digging finds her a Polaroid of her cradling a massive bust that is taxing the limits of her swimsuit. A bottle of suntan lotion is wedged in her cleavage suggestively. "See? That's me." She whips off her t-shit and dons the bikini top before the thunderstruck detective can stop her. The effect is similar to loose rigging and limp sails draped over a petite chest. "They took everything."
"Where are the scars from the surgery? I don't understand. What happened to them?"
"I don't know. They hit me with chloroform in the van. I woke up much later like this wearing that t-shirt. She pointed to the navy blue garment she had hastily removed, the one with the word FLAT on the front.