Melissa shook her head no. "More to the right. I don't want it so close to the corner."
Cindy grimaced as she wedged her very full figure between the chest of drawers and the wall. She was scuffed, sore, sweaty, and she didn't want to push. This was too hard. Why weren't there other people here to help her friend move? She stalled by asking. "I thought you sent out Facespace invitations for this weeks ago. Didn't anybody reply but me?"
The blonde girl at least had the good grace to look apologetic. "It seems that it's easier to hit an 'accept' button than it is to actually show up and lift boxes. Unless the others are really late, I think it's just us."
Not that that would do much good. The truck was mostly empty by now. All that was left was to move everything to its correct location. But after hours of lifting and hauling, Cindy didn't have the strength for that. Her arms felt like noodles. She tried shoving the drawers with her hands and only succeeded in moving it a half an inch. What she needed was to stall some more. "I don't get it. None of your guy friends wanted to help out a big titted blonde in distress? They should be here and we should be supervising. I have a supervisor's physique."
"All my guy friends got scared away, remember?"
"Oh yeah, by Clive, your ex."
Melissa bristled at the remark. "My ex? C'mon. One date doesn't make him my ex. Please refer to Clive as my creepy life-ruining stalker."
"Whatever. The point is, it's just us. And I can't budge this thing," Cindy whined.
"Try putting your back into it. You know, like turn around and then scootch backwards. Use that big butt of yours as a bulldozer."
Cindy extracted herself from the small space. Before she reinserted herself facing the wall this time, she waggled her rear at her amused friend. "My butt is *not* big. It's huge. Get it right." With her ass pressed against the dresser, and her boobs mashed flat against the wall, Cindy used her leg muscles to heave the piece of furniture a good foot. "Didn't you lure me over here with the promise of margaritas? You should never offer a fat girl food if you don't plan on following through."
"I did say something about that didn't I?" Melissa said as she surveyed the jumble of unmarked boxes crowding her new apartment. The margarita stuff was tucked away in one of them. Embarrassment crept into her voice. "Uh, hey- so who wants to help me unpack?"
Experimenting with line thickness, I see. It sort of reminds me of comic book art, which I guess can be taken as good or bad. Story-wise, however, it's still the same great stuff as always. Keep up the good work, woot.
@Vader7476: Yeah, I think it'd be fun to see the two sitting down, propped up against some boxes, arm in arm with empty glasses in their other hands.
@Brando & Shen: My characters have a habit of popping up again at odd times. Hopefully we'll see her again.
@hhgv: WG? But she hasn't gained a pound! :] Who knows about Melissa though. We haven't seen her in a while.
To everyone else commenting about the different line style and such- thanks. It's fun to play with. You'll be sure to see it again on special pieces in the future.
I'll admit Melissa with thick lines didn't work well in my eyes. But DAMN if it doesn't work for this thick chick, large lovely, voluptuous vixen, big beauty, curvaceous cutie, and I'm out of idea's describing my love of BBW's. Still wonderful, with a good story to boot. Can't wait to see more.
@ Nezumi: There's definitely the potential there. And that got me thinking of another image that was headed that way as well.
@ otakon2006: I think with the Melissa drawing, I was kind of hoping I'd get decent linework from using a bigger brush; by letting the pressure sensitivity of the tablet do the hard work. It turns out that that's not the case. When using the pencil tool, the transitions from 3pixel-2pixel-1pixel wide lines aren't smooth. So now I do everything manually.
I'm glad you enjoyed he story. I don't want to end up too rusty in the writing department :]
How is it that you make fat girls so ridiculous hot? I don't even actually like BBW's for real but you somehow make them attractive and sexy. Perhaps it's your art style.
@????: Maybe all the T & A sweetens the normally bitter taste for you? I don't know. I'm glad you like the way I draw them though, because I'd say the weight of the average character of mine has been on the rise for a few years.
You know what? I think it is the T & A you add into it that does it for me. And I love you for it.
And I don't mind that the weight of your characters has been increasing; heck, I've said it before and I will say it again: I still would love to a see a king-sized Madeline.
Oh my, that was a long comment. Keep up the good work as always, woot.
I do prefer girls with a full figure to the anorexic stick-figures many girls try to attain. I especialy love this girl because she's so confident and proud of her curvacious body. It makes her all the more sexy.
Cindy seems confident enough about of her physique to joke about it a bit. She's certainly not in denial. I think she'd probably admit that she's fat, not big-boned.
A king sized Madeline sounds fun, but I don't know if her pal (lover?) Raven is going to allow that though. I could have sworn she said something about being on a diet :]
Melissa shook her head no. "More to the right. I don't want it so close to the corner."
Cindy grimaced as she wedged her very full figure between the chest of drawers and the wall. She was scuffed, sore, sweaty, and she didn't want to push. This was too hard. Why weren't there other people here to help her friend move? She stalled by asking. "I thought you sent out Facespace invitations for this weeks ago. Didn't anybody reply but me?"
The blonde girl at least had the good grace to look apologetic. "It seems that it's easier to hit an 'accept' button than it is to actually show up and lift boxes. Unless the others are really late, I think it's just us."
Not that that would do much good. The truck was mostly empty by now. All that was left was to move everything to its correct location. But after hours of lifting and hauling, Cindy didn't have the strength for that. Her arms felt like noodles. She tried shoving the drawers with her hands and only succeeded in moving it a half an inch. What she needed was to stall some more. "I don't get it. None of your guy friends wanted to help out a big titted blonde in distress? They should be here and we should be supervising. I have a supervisor's physique."
"All my guy friends got scared away, remember?"
"Oh yeah, by Clive, your ex."
Melissa bristled at the remark. "My ex? C'mon. One date doesn't make him my ex. Please refer to Clive as my creepy life-ruining stalker."
"Whatever. The point is, it's just us. And I can't budge this thing," Cindy whined.
"Try putting your back into it. You know, like turn around and then scootch backwards. Use that big butt of yours as a bulldozer."
Cindy extracted herself from the small space. Before she reinserted herself facing the wall this time, she waggled her rear at her amused friend. "My butt is *not* big. It's huge. Get it right." With her ass pressed against the dresser, and her boobs mashed flat against the wall, Cindy used her leg muscles to heave the piece of furniture a good foot. "Didn't you lure me over here with the promise of margaritas? You should never offer a fat girl food if you don't plan on following through."
"I did say something about that didn't I?" Melissa said as she surveyed the jumble of unmarked boxes crowding her new apartment. The margarita stuff was tucked away in one of them. Embarrassment crept into her voice. "Uh, hey- so who wants to help me unpack?"