"Yes... Yeah- I'm looking at the manual right now. There's supposed to be a T shaped joint that hooks up the two hoses to the main reservoir, but it didn't come in the box for the hose assembly or in the box for the main reservoir..."
Charlotte felt her weighty chest slowly try and pull her off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. With a herculean effort, she scooted back, sat up straighter, and tried to concentrate on her phone conversation over the pitter-patter of milk droplets hitting the various containers crowding the tarp covered ground. "What? Oh- it's part #440-9... Yes, the T joint. Now, do I have to send the whole rig back, or can you just ship me that one piece?..."
While she listened to the response to her question, Charlotte's free hand toyed with the zipper of her hooded sweatshirt, then lingered to fondle her milk fat padded midsection. "OK. Wow, excellent! Do they just come over to deliver it?... So wait- they actually come inside and install it?... No, no; it's fine. I'm just glad you guys can get it to me so quickly. Thanks, you've been a great help!... Bye!"
The best case scenario Charlotte had envisioned was overnight shipping of the T joint. At worst, she figured she'd have to send the whole thing back and end up waiting weeks. A visit from a DairyStar technician was a third scenario she hadn't planned for. True, it would be much, much faster; but it entailed something she had been avoiding recently: physical human contact. The service person would be here in two hours. Charlotte started to panic.
Her condo was a mess. There was a milk splattered plastic tarp beside her bed, with and pots and pans and tupperware containers to catch her overflow like rainwater strewn over that. She couldn't think of anything elegant looking that would cover her vast expanse of bosom. Would a bed sheet blouse work? She shuddered imagining the spreading wet spots. She should shave her legs. No, she should probably just find some sweatpants. Well, actually she should do both, but she needed to use her time efficiently.
OK- breathe. Only an hour and fifty minutes to go. What if the technician was a guy? What if he was cute? Could she just call DairyStar and cancel? No! She was a capable and intelligent woman, and she was going to stop letting her chest smother her social life- starting now!
Starting now! But with 1:45 to go, she still sat paralyzed on the edge of her bed.
Starting NOW! This time, Charlotte rose to her feet and let her momentum carry her through the day.
Ah ha, I was wondering what that DairyStar thing she mentioned was... Otherwise loving the "realistic" tone in this tale. Shaving her legs is gonna be hard with those ultra-soft ultra-sensitive beanbags on top :0
Gotta say again, this one is really good. You really are becoming one of the best on the net. I also liked this one in particular because I really liked Charlotte from the first picture. I'm not sure how much you enjoy continuing characters, but if you do, I'd say she's worth bringing back again.
@Shentosho: Titter worked more as motivation in this case. I thought I'd include Charlotte because I had this picture already finished (from a while ago), and I wanted a lead-in. And since I was going to post this image, I'd be forced to come up with a story for it. @Somebody: We may see her again, but this isn't the start of a series. @SirJimmy: I'm not sure what gets easier to do with breasts that large. In fact, that's what caused me to stall on this story. Early versions had the depressing down-side was overshadow everything else. @QuestionMan: Woot University @Djoser: I do have a weakness for glasses.
And to everyone else, I'm glad you liked this. It felt good to post something I had long been sitting on. We may see her again some time down the line.
Hello Woot, I know it been a long time and all, but I think your latest artwork is awsome.;) Anyway, have you thought of did an artwork based on a video game or tv show?
I've missed Charlotte, glad you decided to draw more of her (even if it's technically "old" art). I continue to thank you for doing what you do, as your updates always bring the missus and I together, even when times are tough. She's still quite glad she wrote that email to you, too.
Charlotte felt her weighty chest slowly try and pull her off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. With a herculean effort, she scooted back, sat up straighter, and tried to concentrate on her phone conversation over the pitter-patter of milk droplets hitting the various containers crowding the tarp covered ground. "What? Oh- it's part #440-9... Yes, the T joint. Now, do I have to send the whole rig back, or can you just ship me that one piece?..."
While she listened to the response to her question, Charlotte's free hand toyed with the zipper of her hooded sweatshirt, then lingered to fondle her milk fat padded midsection. "OK. Wow, excellent! Do they just come over to deliver it?... So wait- they actually come inside and install it?... No, no; it's fine. I'm just glad you guys can get it to me so quickly. Thanks, you've been a great help!... Bye!"
The best case scenario Charlotte had envisioned was overnight shipping of the T joint. At worst, she figured she'd have to send the whole thing back and end up waiting weeks. A visit from a DairyStar technician was a third scenario she hadn't planned for. True, it would be much, much faster; but it entailed something she had been avoiding recently: physical human contact. The service person would be here in two hours. Charlotte started to panic.
Her condo was a mess. There was a milk splattered plastic tarp beside her bed, with and pots and pans and tupperware containers to catch her overflow like rainwater strewn over that. She couldn't think of anything elegant looking that would cover her vast expanse of bosom. Would a bed sheet blouse work? She shuddered imagining the spreading wet spots. She should shave her legs. No, she should probably just find some sweatpants. Well, actually she should do both, but she needed to use her time efficiently.
OK- breathe. Only an hour and fifty minutes to go. What if the technician was a guy? What if he was cute? Could she just call DairyStar and cancel? No! She was a capable and intelligent woman, and she was going to stop letting her chest smother her social life- starting now!
Starting now! But with 1:45 to go, she still sat paralyzed on the edge of her bed.
Starting NOW! This time, Charlotte rose to her feet and let her momentum carry her through the day.