The restaurant's door opens, silhouetting an incredibly voluptuous figure against the sunset streaked sky. She strides in confidently, searching the crowded lobby for someone. With each step her massive chest jiggles- no, quakes; frolicking on a muffin topped trampoline. Thick hips sway seductively. Then she stops. She's looking at you looking at her.
"Oh my god!" you think to yourself. "This is Anne!" You fumble with your wallet and retrieve the picture of her there for verification. She's much heavier than the photo shows, but it's definitely her. Same cute face. You're about to say something but you notice that something has changed. Suddenly she's self conscious, futilely trying to stretch the fabric of her top over her pudgy midriff. Her eyes are fixated on the Polaroid in your hand. What do you do or say?
Avoid eye contact and head for the exit.
"Uh, you're a lot skinnier in your photograph."
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"Wow, you look Fantastic!"
The enthusiasm in your tone melts away her hesitancy and in a few bouncy steps she engulfs you in a too-brief hug. The memory of her softness pressed against you and the lingering smell of her perfume renders you momentarily speechless. Luckily, Anne is more than able to pick up the slack in the conversation. "I'm so glad we could meet in person," she gushes. "The internet is great and all, but it can't beat the real thing."
"I have to admit- you had me freaked out for a minute there when you held up that old photo. It is a bit... outdated. And well, I thought that might cause some problems. Believe it or not, I've had guys look at the same picture and make a mad dash for the door!" Then, laughing to herself, she added, "maybe if I get a little wider they won't be able to squeeze past! Anyway, I'm happy I didn't scare you off. Although if I keep talking like this I probably will!"
I like how this one turned out. Here's my thoughts on the next action ;).
Politely sit for drinks and go home. "You know I know a great Gym we could go to." -> "On second thought, there's this great restaurant down the street."
amazin! and i love that expression on her face XD. kinda wish the txt wasnt there. its hiding her cute belly. but i guess this is to show that its a scenario type of dating sim.
Also, is it me, or have you abandoned your old 400x400 dimensions? The last lot of pics you've done have been pretty big - not that I'm complaining, you can fit way more detail (read: woman) into a bigger picture after all 8)
"My dear, you would need to spit fire and brimstone at this point to even raise a few hairs on my neck. Besides, its mighty hard to run with a third leg in the way!"
"I still have my Masterball. Snorlaxes don't scare me." "You make it sound like talking will cause a problem." ⇒"...Go on. I'm enjoying the conversation."
...interestingly enough, I can actually program a dating sim.
"Scare me off? I'm ecstatic! Your photo is one thing but seeing you in person just makes it that much better." Then we'd go from there. I would love to have a situation like this.
The OBBS paint application defaults to 500x500 (but can go up to 1000x1000). I abandoned that program once it started bugging out the cursor after a copy/move/scale/flip. Now I paint these in Photoshop and upload them instead. Another nice thing about Photoshop is that there's no scrolling necessary on larger canvases. That and you get to save your work while it's in progress!
Glad you liked this. I may upload a version sans text box.
Impress the girl with your knowledge of offbeat movie quotes: "Your breasts are like pillows... can I fluff up your pillows?" "Ah'm a star... ah have two of the biggest hits in Hollywood." "We don't really move, we'd like to but... she's sort of attached to the house. Attached isn't really the right word; she's pretty much wedged in."
Tell her to order whatever she wants, you and her order a tonne of food, then not have enough money to pay and finally get chased out of restaurant together.
Ok, You definitely hit the mark with your "leave us wanting more", Woot, 'cause all I can think about is that comment about her getting bigger and trying to squeeze past her... though leaving would never cross my mind, of course.
I'd say, "You did anything BUT scare me! You look better now than you did back then, and in many ways." I'd then get behind her and hug her midriff, tucking my head below hers and sighing happily.
You make it sound like talking is bad, go on. I enjoy conversation. Besides, even if i wanted too, how could I run away with a third leg?" After first, she doesn't know what you mean, but soon she relises what you mean and blushes with a ray of hot pink covering her cheeks. "Let's get a table." You say with a slight laugh trying to difuse the situation. You head to a table and order you meal. While you wait the two of you discuss such daily things like jobs and TV shows. "Yeah, i guess since no body answered my add at first, i sorta let myself go." she admitted.
"Yeah, you got that right!" Say nothing and drink your water ⇒"What? No way, girl. You look way better than this silly picture. You looking fly-er than Jet Blue! Get it?" She giggled with a sweet cherub giggle as you smile in her direction. You raise your glass and say "To being large and in charge!" Anne smiled at you and raised her glass to clink your. A shattering noise pirced your ears and suddenly a cool liquid covered your lower body. Anne covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh my god, i'm so sorry!" She says.
"Ahg, you clumsy bitch!" "Dude, i just bought these pants!" ⇒"It's ok, these pants needed a wash anyway."
"Hold on! Let me get that for you." Anne said as she grabbed a couple of nappkins. She rushed to your side of the table and bended over to clean your pants. Suddenly a soft, voluptuous, marshmallow like pair of breasts engulf your crotch. You feel elated as she presses her massive chest against you, your face glowing like a lightbulb. Her soft, suple hands, though covered in nappkins, rub your gender and exhilarate your spirits. From beyond the intoxication of Anne's chests you hear a faint "Mommy, mommy! Look! what are dose people doing?" a child say. You look over to where the sound emitted. You see a curious child pull his mother's clothes and see her look at you and Anne. A horrified look crosses her face as she covers her child's eyes. Anne notices this and quickly tries to explain the situation. "This isn't what it looks like! I was just trying to clean off his pants!" She says. You stand up and join the coversation to agree with Anne, but in all the luck in the world, the zipper to your pants hooked on to Anne's shirt, pulling her shirt up so her bottom breasts cleavage was visable. "Perverts!" The mom screamed. ........ "I can't believe we got kicked out of that resterant." Anne said gloomely as you walked her home. "Yeah." You say saddly. "This date was a total disastor." "Well, I wouldn't say that." Anne said. "You give her a confused look. "I did get to meet a really nice guy." She smiled. a wave of bliss drowned you in it's greatness. "Too bad that lady thought we having sex in the middle of the resterant." You say. "Yeah," Anne agrees as you near her door. "I was waiting till you brought me home before I tried to do that." You stop at her doorstep with a face hot magma. She smiled and giggled at you before taking your hand and placing it on her large busom, you instinctevly squeeze and you feel absolute ecstasy as you grab on to her massive milkbag. Her tite was hard and poking your hand as you grope it. Your pants suddenly felt constricting and the zipper felt like a prison. She smiled seductively at you with a slight sway of her thick hips. "Would you like to come in?" She asked.
"You bet your big, fat ass!" "well, do you have a condom?" ⇒"I would love too, Anney of the Fannies(Wink)."
"Oh my god!" you think to yourself. "This is Anne!" You fumble with your wallet and retrieve the picture of her there for verification. She's much heavier than the photo shows, but it's definitely her. Same cute face. You're about to say something but you notice that something has changed. Suddenly she's self conscious, futilely trying to stretch the fabric of her top over her pudgy midriff. Her eyes are fixated on the Polaroid in your hand. What do you do or say?
The enthusiasm in your tone melts away her hesitancy and in a few bouncy steps she engulfs you in a too-brief hug. The memory of her softness pressed against you and the lingering smell of her perfume renders you momentarily speechless. Luckily, Anne is more than able to pick up the slack in the conversation. "I'm so glad we could meet in person," she gushes. "The internet is great and all, but it can't beat the real thing."
"I have to admit- you had me freaked out for a minute there when you held up that old photo. It is a bit... outdated. And well, I thought that might cause some problems. Believe it or not, I've had guys look at the same picture and make a mad dash for the door!" Then, laughing to herself, she added, "maybe if I get a little wider they won't be able to squeeze past! Anyway, I'm happy I didn't scare you off. Although if I keep talking like this I probably will!"
What do you do or say?
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