A velvet rope crisscrossed the no-man's land between the two opposing camps like razor wire. Families Against Pornography had declared war on the Unmentionables' Saucy Santa's Helper Photo Booth. Not only did they hate the idea of a lingerie shop exploiting secularized Christmas imagery during a major religious holiday, they hated the exaggerated dimensions of the young woman that Unmentionables chose to put on display in such a public place.
Marci knew all about how much the shriveled old couple across the way disliked her; yet she had nothing but love for them. FAP was a joke. All they managed to do so far was give herself and Unmentionables a bunch of free publicity. Action News 11 came to cover the controversy angle, but instead, came away with a human interest story after the producers recognized the ratings goldmine Marci represented.
It was a sympathetic piece, portraying her as a scrapper who rebounded from post traumatic agoraphobia brought on by being FLAT's first breast reduction victim. The story lauded her for trying to reclaim a normal life after her chest was reinstated much larger than it was originally. Then they called attention to the Place City Mall kiosk where she was helping Unmentionables raise money for charity. Consequently, the line of eager philanthropists grew until they walled the Families Against Pornography booth from sight.
Sadly the mall hadn't quite opened yet, so her audience was limited to the crusty married couple in the opposite bunker. They weren't even paying attention! She could just call out to them, but that wouldn't be any fun. Instead, she tried holding a sprig of mistletoe aloft and blew kisses in their direction.
When that didn't work, Marci busted out the big guns: Mindi and Mandi. She spread her legs wider until the twins' mountainous masses dropped between her knees. Then she began repeatedly squeezing her boobs with her legs. It was slow at first, but the motion caused all the bells sewn to her costume to jingle with each compression. The noise increased along with the speed and the glorious visuals. Her girls slapped at each other like they were in a catfight.
Finally the man turned to gawk, the wife caught her husband staring, and the real entertainment started.
Now, Marci has always been a favourite of mine (along with Mandi and Mindi, naturally), so you can probably estimate how fan-fucking-tastic a pic I think this is. She's been developed from a simple one-off non-entity to a full character worth paying attention to, with a whole new sympathetic history and backstory - THIS, my minions, is true artistry. And what kind of a red-blooded male would I be if I didn't point out she's been majorly developed anatomy-wise, too?
Sweet, sweet work Woot, and Merry Christmas! [/sycophant]
Also - Sorceror Lexxi is registered as 00 rather than 01, so provided Anon hasn't already pointed it out: this is your 300th pic in the gallery. Congratulations man!
I imagine they'll have to use a wide-angle lens to get her in frame. :) Question: does she sit in the customer's lap or have their head rest on her bust?
So sexy, and awesome story. I was hoping to see her back to normal, and then some. Kind of ironic how FAP is only calling attention to her instead of stopping her.
Marci's lap is full, so customers can't sit there (even though they probably want to). I'm guessing she scoots over and they sit by her. They might even receive a chaste side-hug as a holiday gift.
And I'd agree that she is being kind of mean. Marci gets feisty when she thinks she's being ignored :]
I'd also like to say that (barring a complete holiday travel meltdown caused by snowstorms), I'm going to be away till January. So merry Christmas and a happy New Year! See you in 2010 :]
I always wondered, in Woot's story world or whatever you'd call it, are all these big chested girls and just plain big girls common, or what? I can never quite tell from the stories themselves.
asdfff, I can't speak for the man himself but the stories and gallery seem to dictate that big-busted girls are common. Loads of the stories begin with the girl starting out as already busty. Instantaneous expansion stories by Woot are actually quite rare; all of his girls just build up the body naturally over a short period.
This is coming from keen observation rather than conversation with him, though.
Dear Santa, I was REEEEEEEEALLY good all this last year, and this year I only want one thing... I would really like to come downstairs to find that helper I saw last year in my stocking. K THX BAI!
Oh, I don't think he's in any particular trouble; I've spoke to him recently and I've seen him here and there on the net... but what I wouldn't give to hear his sultry sexy Wisconsin voice, just to let us know he's okay :O
Marci knew all about how much the shriveled old couple across the way disliked her; yet she had nothing but love for them. FAP was a joke. All they managed to do so far was give herself and Unmentionables a bunch of free publicity. Action News 11 came to cover the controversy angle, but instead, came away with a human interest story after the producers recognized the ratings goldmine Marci represented.
It was a sympathetic piece, portraying her as a scrapper who rebounded from post traumatic agoraphobia brought on by being FLAT's first breast reduction victim. The story lauded her for trying to reclaim a normal life after her chest was reinstated much larger than it was originally. Then they called attention to the Place City Mall kiosk where she was helping Unmentionables raise money for charity. Consequently, the line of eager philanthropists grew until they walled the Families Against Pornography booth from sight.
Sadly the mall hadn't quite opened yet, so her audience was limited to the crusty married couple in the opposite bunker. They weren't even paying attention! She could just call out to them, but that wouldn't be any fun. Instead, she tried holding a sprig of mistletoe aloft and blew kisses in their direction.
When that didn't work, Marci busted out the big guns: Mindi and Mandi. She spread her legs wider until the twins' mountainous masses dropped between her knees. Then she began repeatedly squeezing her boobs with her legs. It was slow at first, but the motion caused all the bells sewn to her costume to jingle with each compression. The noise increased along with the speed and the glorious visuals. Her girls slapped at each other like they were in a catfight.
Finally the man turned to gawk, the wife caught her husband staring, and the real entertainment started.