"Oh my god, that was fucking amazing! You were right- they're even better live!" Dawn gushed, brushing a shock of blue hair out of her eyes to better navigate the dispersing crowd. "I even thought I saw Johnny looking at me!"
Taylor caught the busty girl's arm and brought her to a halt. "Then why are you headed back to the parking lot when we can go and meet the band? After all, we've got two backstage passes."
Dawn scrutinized the wristband on her right arm. "This doesn't say anything about- Eek!" Taylor had used the opportunity to sneak behind her friend and grab overflowing handfuls of boob.
"Get it? Big. Fat. Backstage. Passes," she said in her huskiest voice, punctuating each word by hefting Dawn's ponderous left and right breasts. "C'mon, flash these babies at security and we'll be saying hello to FEMA Death Camp before your nipples have time to get hard." Taylor's hands slid upwards from the sweat-slick lower slopes, slowly outwards till they almost grazed Dawn's hyper-sensitive areolae. "I bet they're hard now just thinking about Johnny Chainsawhands with his shirt off."
"No!" Actually they were, but Dawn wasn't about to give Taylor the satisfaction of discovering this inconvenient fact. She nabbed Taylor's wrists and peeled the girl's hands off her bust.
"No?"
"You heard me. Count me out. You're making this weird, being manipulative."
"If it wasn't for me poking and prodding, you'd still be at home sitting on your ass. Didn't you enjoy the concert? Then trust me on this. Just flash those udders and I'll handle the rest."
"Why do you think you can get me to do your bidding with insults? Why are you being so shitty to me?"
"I don't think you understand how this works. I need you, or more accurately- these," she moved to cup Dawn's boobs again but was thwarted by a quick defense. Being denied sent Taylor into a rage. "Do not fuck this up for me! I drove us across three states and now we're going to meet the fucking band! If we don't, then have fun walking back. Christ. The body of a porn star and the mind of a Girl Scout. Those tits are wasted on you." She waited for a response but none was forthcoming. The purple haired girl spun around and stormed off towards her car. "Fine! And don't even think about following me."
Dawn was so weak in the knees, she couldn't have perused the girl if she had wanted to. Instead, she sat down in a heap amidst the crushed plastic beer cups and cigarette butts and thought long and hard of what to do next.
Well, clearly this isn't a Milk & Cookies-type relationship! Nice story, it's interesting to see you tackle the "bad" ground of big breasts every now and again.
*Very* nice artwork to boot. I've always had an affinity for punk girls - despite the fact the only 'punk' I listen to is Sigue Sigue Sputnik...
I don't usually post on people's artwork but I have to stop and say that this is your greatest picture I have ever seen, period. It feels like you made this picture just for me and my one friend. We wrote a story about two music loving girls that look nearly identical to these two, and have very similar personalities. Seriously every detail is perfect even the eye colors. It so eerie and perfect at the same time. The only differences is that are characters names (Lyn, and Jessica) and the fact Lyn lactates which she is very embaressed about (although I guess I can't tell if that is true for Dawn as of yet). Thank you for making this awesome, and fantastic picture. It is absolutely perfect, and you are one of, if not the best artist the internet has to offer.
Poor Dawn... this is harsh but it's better than being with that so-and-so any longer. I know better than to try and push you into a new series, Woot, but I hope you don't intend to leave the poor girl there. /I'll/ swing by and pick her up if need be. ^_^
I love this one becasue of the story and circumstances, but also because of their interesting body/mins relationship. Dawn has a naughty body and a good girls personality, while Taylor has a good girls body and a naughty mind. It's funny, when I first saw this pic, I thought they were close friends. VERY close frineds. Anyway, in summary : awesome pic and story, super sexy punk rock girls, and what appears to be a bit of girl-on-girl. Nice job, woot.
I'd imagine she'd use mallets and her belly and breasts would sound like water drums. Maybe she'd have cymbals tied to her nipples. Free milk from her boobs given to the audience might earn her a bigger fanbase, too.
I can only hope Dawn eventually decides to see Taylor's point of view for, uh, the sake of their friendship. -3- (Sideboob-from-behind shots are the best, by the by.)
Ah well. I had an idea posted on an older pic, about an angel that eats too much. She can't truly fly, but she can bounce and frantically flap her wings for more distance. Kind of like the fat goonies from Yoshi's Island.
Additional commentary: I've just noticed there's no light colours on Taylor's face; it's all dark. Now this is probably because Dawn's standing in front of her and blocking the light, but I'd like to think it's because she's a dark person plotting general bitchery.
Also noticed the Z! and Woot badges, although I'm at a loss as to what the FDC stands for...
Her shirt is distressed like that as part of the punk look, but I'm sure that being stretched across the vastness of her chest helps the rips and tears along.
Happy Ending: Johnny Chainsawhands comes back onstage for a brief encore, and noticing a depressed Dawn off to the side of the stage, has security bring her back to meet the band. Regardless of his onstage personality, Johnny is a nice guy and offers to let Dawn travel with the band. Dawn accepts the offer and they hit it off during the trip home.
Taylor caught the busty girl's arm and brought her to a halt. "Then why are you headed back to the parking lot when we can go and meet the band? After all, we've got two backstage passes."
Dawn scrutinized the wristband on her right arm. "This doesn't say anything about- Eek!" Taylor had used the opportunity to sneak behind her friend and grab overflowing handfuls of boob.
"Get it? Big. Fat. Backstage. Passes," she said in her huskiest voice, punctuating each word by hefting Dawn's ponderous left and right breasts. "C'mon, flash these babies at security and we'll be saying hello to FEMA Death Camp before your nipples have time to get hard." Taylor's hands slid upwards from the sweat-slick lower slopes, slowly outwards till they almost grazed Dawn's hyper-sensitive areolae. "I bet they're hard now just thinking about Johnny Chainsawhands with his shirt off."
"No!" Actually they were, but Dawn wasn't about to give Taylor the satisfaction of discovering this inconvenient fact. She nabbed Taylor's wrists and peeled the girl's hands off her bust.
"No?"
"You heard me. Count me out. You're making this weird, being manipulative."
"If it wasn't for me poking and prodding, you'd still be at home sitting on your ass. Didn't you enjoy the concert? Then trust me on this. Just flash those udders and I'll handle the rest."
"Why do you think you can get me to do your bidding with insults? Why are you being so shitty to me?"
"I don't think you understand how this works. I need you, or more accurately- these," she moved to cup Dawn's boobs again but was thwarted by a quick defense. Being denied sent Taylor into a rage. "Do not fuck this up for me! I drove us across three states and now we're going to meet the fucking band! If we don't, then have fun walking back. Christ. The body of a porn star and the mind of a Girl Scout. Those tits are wasted on you." She waited for a response but none was forthcoming. The purple haired girl spun around and stormed off towards her car. "Fine! And don't even think about following me."
Dawn was so weak in the knees, she couldn't have perused the girl if she had wanted to. Instead, she sat down in a heap amidst the crushed plastic beer cups and cigarette butts and thought long and hard of what to do next.