One quick gulp, and half the liquid in the test tube was gone. "Mmm!" Isabella purred, licking the remaining syrupy concoction from her smiling lips. Her innocent smile turned mischievous as she hoisted the shirt to her collarbone, thrusting out her braless, boyish chest. Strange that the girl seemed so inordinately proud of such meager assets. But perhaps he was being too quick to judge. Now that he looked closely, her breasts were firmly in the C range; which made him wonder: where had she been hiding those handfuls?
Wait- those *heaping* handfuls. Oh lord- it was no optical illusion; her boobs were growing right in front of him! And the rate was quickening. She illustrated this by bouncing up and down a few inches. At first this produced only jiggling. Then gradually a rhythmic slapping noise arose as her chest got full enough to flop against her ribcage and stomach. Once her breasts had surpassed the size of her head, she stopped bouncing and released the hem of her shirt. This freed her left hand to explore her expanding endowments. He could see her fingers spreading apart as she squeezed and kneaded the increasing acreage of soft chocolaty skin.
The catgirl's head tilted back, eyes clamped shut, her breathing rapid between little moans of ecstasy. She started to bring an eager and engorged nipple to her mouth. Her free arm strained against the mounting weight. Almost there. But by now it was clearly a two handed task. And she had yet to relinquish the test tube.
Her nipple was getting further away from her lips now, the sandbag-heavy breast more than a match for her strength. She conceded. With a petulant sigh she released her massive left boob, which swung down and crashed against her right, causing a sloshing quake that almost toppled her. By the time the jiggling stopped, her growth had too.
The show seemed over. As if compensating for this sad fact, twin streams of milk sprang from her nipples, hugged the curvature of her breasts and drip drip dripped onto the floor. Isabella merely held the still half full tube aloft, smiling seductively. She cooed: "Celebrating my grant approval might get me all... ooh! Thirsty. So call me," she added with a sly wink. She grabbed a clipboard with contact information written on it and wobbled towards the camera with the board extended in front of her. Then there was a brief pause for the camera to auto-focus on the text and the screen went dark. Damn!
The digits were etched in his mind. He snatched the phone and frantically dialed. "Hello, this is Mr. Harold Conelly, head of grant approval here at the Builtmore Soft Tissue Research Foundation. Congratulations!"This sequence has been animated by Sergio on the Process Forums.
Ha ha, not really, in fact I'm quite amazed (chocolate boobs are the best, and it's good to see you doing another catgirl), but what I fear is that your writing skills are starting to overlap your drawing. The build-up and suspense of the first story and picture... the description of the character, the whole "science" background - it just made me wonder if you were going to do something ultra-amazing with the second part. I am amazed, definitely, but I think I was expecting you to do something outlandish or bizarre, which of course would be both unprecedented and probably not met with much praise.
You're not getting rusty, in no way should my whinge be misconstrued as that. I'm criticizing you for being *too good*, if anything. :)
Originally it was going to be just this picture and one really long story. But when I posted it, I saw an opportunity to cut the story into two more manageable halves, and make a "new" image by repainting her to be smaller. I even got an email from anon with the suggestion for the new title for this section (originally it was going to be the unimaginative A Modest Proposal pt2 (also: thanks)).
If dividing it in this manner created any false expectations, I apologize.
Something about big soft chocolate boobs gets me. And it's milk chocolate as well oh joy! I just hope the fugitative Toow or Toow Jr don't come by and ruin the fun
Wait- those *heaping* handfuls. Oh lord- it was no optical illusion; her boobs were growing right in front of him! And the rate was quickening. She illustrated this by bouncing up and down a few inches. At first this produced only jiggling. Then gradually a rhythmic slapping noise arose as her chest got full enough to flop against her ribcage and stomach. Once her breasts had surpassed the size of her head, she stopped bouncing and released the hem of her shirt. This freed her left hand to explore her expanding endowments. He could see her fingers spreading apart as she squeezed and kneaded the increasing acreage of soft chocolaty skin.
The catgirl's head tilted back, eyes clamped shut, her breathing rapid between little moans of ecstasy. She started to bring an eager and engorged nipple to her mouth. Her free arm strained against the mounting weight. Almost there. But by now it was clearly a two handed task. And she had yet to relinquish the test tube.
Her nipple was getting further away from her lips now, the sandbag-heavy breast more than a match for her strength. She conceded. With a petulant sigh she released her massive left boob, which swung down and crashed against her right, causing a sloshing quake that almost toppled her. By the time the jiggling stopped, her growth had too.
The show seemed over. As if compensating for this sad fact, twin streams of milk sprang from her nipples, hugged the curvature of her breasts and drip drip dripped onto the floor. Isabella merely held the still half full tube aloft, smiling seductively. She cooed: "Celebrating my grant approval might get me all... ooh! Thirsty. So call me," she added with a sly wink. She grabbed a clipboard with contact information written on it and wobbled towards the camera with the board extended in front of her. Then there was a brief pause for the camera to auto-focus on the text and the screen went dark. Damn!
The digits were etched in his mind. He snatched the phone and frantically dialed. "Hello, this is Mr. Harold Conelly, head of grant approval here at the Builtmore Soft Tissue Research Foundation. Congratulations!"
This sequence has been animated by Sergio on the Process Forums.