Quitting Chick'n'Shack was one of the best moments in Rosa's life; more joyous than the day she became an aunt, more thrilling than her first kiss, and a bigger relief than getting her boobs back (with interest) from the clutches of FLAT. She didn't regret her actions that day. Stuffing her old chicken suit into the coleslaw shredder and getting to watch yellow fuzz rain down on her old boss was an image she could happily watch in super-slow-mo looping replay for the rest of her life.
What she was kicking herself for was immediately signing on with Chick'n'Shack's cross-street rival: Tailfeather Market. It was a spiteful and childish gesture. And as penance, every workday she became Tailfeather Tom the Turkey.
As Tom she could expect to endure a thousand stinging humiliations. Billboard duty was a familiar role with a catch: the Tailfeather Tom Strut. Basically you high-stepped and jerked your arms back while thrusting your chest outwards. The ensuing jiggle-fest snarled traffic, caused multi-car accidents, and always made her chest and back super sore. Worryingly, she was beginning to strut off duty without realizing it, which earned her the nickname "La Pava" from her family.
But as irritating as that was, she'd do an infinity of outdoor shifts if it never meant having to host another birthday party. Somehow she got branded as "good with children," and the responsibility would often fall to her. For an entire hour, greasy pawed kids would use her body as a combination jungle gym / moon bounce. Once, one of those brats-
"P-tuh! Fuck!" The rubbery red thing hanging off the beak of her costume swung into her face and she almost inhaled it. That was the tipping point.
"GOD DAMMIT! I have had enough of this fuckin' thing cockslapping me all day!" There was stunned silence in the dining room. Her manager gave her a horrified look but she continued her rant. "You see this?" she fingered the dangly bit of her suit that she avoided swallowing. "It's called a wattle. Male turkeys have them. Male. Do I look male? Do I even look fuckin' close?" to emphasize her point she strutted towards the door, causing her chest to wobble alarmingly. "Forget this stupid-ass place- I quit!"
she seems quite a bit bigger than the last time we saw her, was the mcu generous when it gave her bust back? anyways nice to see an old character in a new piece of art, great job as always woot.
Poor girl, she needs a respectable job. One that she can use her amplified bust in, of course, but not one this humiliating. She doesn't even have a full face mask to conceal her identity and avoid extra shame. Also, what does La Pava mean?
La Pava just means the turkey-hen in Spanish. That is, if the online translation site got it correct.
The reason she's so big here is that it's been a long time since we've seen her with boobs. She grew in the interim, and then the increasingly unstable MCU gave her a boost on top of that.
I hope she can find a decent job too. Maybe she can follow in her sister's footsteps and train to be a police officer :]
Wait a minute, woot. Big sister? Police officer? As in, Nina Martinez from the "Busted" picture?
....actually, same skin tone, red eyes, black hair, I do see a resemblence. Which means Rosa here is Rosa Martinez.
Still, looking at the two side by side, I can safely say that Nina is still the bigger sister, in more ways than one.
By the way, La Pava translated out to "Kettle" on Google Translation, so I guess it either has different definitions depending on location/country or maybe translation sites haven't yet been merged in accuracy.
Yep, the very same. :) How about having Rosa appear as a Santa Helper at a mall? The kind that gives the fathers something to look at while the kids give Santa their Christmas wish lists.
I think with all her bad experiences hosting birthday parties, poor Rosa is through with getting crawled over by grabby rugrats. Maybe she'd apply to be one of Santa's helpers. Or maybe some other character (one with more room in their lap) would be willing to don the red suit.
This was a great little thing to come across. Not only going back and referring to old work but adding more story and depth behind a past character very interesting
The MCU stands for the Mammary Containment Unit, the device that the terrorist organization FLAT (Frumpy Ladies Against Tits) was using to store the busts they siphoned away from unwary lasses. Basically it began to malfunction after they filled it to capacity, FLAT panicked, the MCU was recovered by the authorities, and the busts were redistributed to those that lost them. Beyond that, not much else is known of the device's current whereabouts.
What she was kicking herself for was immediately signing on with Chick'n'Shack's cross-street rival: Tailfeather Market. It was a spiteful and childish gesture. And as penance, every workday she became Tailfeather Tom the Turkey.
As Tom she could expect to endure a thousand stinging humiliations. Billboard duty was a familiar role with a catch: the Tailfeather Tom Strut. Basically you high-stepped and jerked your arms back while thrusting your chest outwards. The ensuing jiggle-fest snarled traffic, caused multi-car accidents, and always made her chest and back super sore. Worryingly, she was beginning to strut off duty without realizing it, which earned her the nickname "La Pava" from her family.
But as irritating as that was, she'd do an infinity of outdoor shifts if it never meant having to host another birthday party. Somehow she got branded as "good with children," and the responsibility would often fall to her. For an entire hour, greasy pawed kids would use her body as a combination jungle gym / moon bounce. Once, one of those brats-
"P-tuh! Fuck!" The rubbery red thing hanging off the beak of her costume swung into her face and she almost inhaled it. That was the tipping point.
"GOD DAMMIT! I have had enough of this fuckin' thing cockslapping me all day!" There was stunned silence in the dining room. Her manager gave her a horrified look but she continued her rant. "You see this?" she fingered the dangly bit of her suit that she avoided swallowing. "It's called a wattle. Male turkeys have them. Male. Do I look male? Do I even look fuckin' close?" to emphasize her point she strutted towards the door, causing her chest to wobble alarmingly. "Forget this stupid-ass place- I quit!"
Damn, that felt fantastic.