The Odd Lad
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Life's Gonna Suck When You Grow Up... But Is It That Great Now?... Also I'm Skylark2 now.
frozen in time
Well, looks promising. In a "this is purely for trashy titillation" kind of way.
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Bigonkers! is Magic
Y'know, before I continue, I'd like to ask what would be a good response Joan could have for "It's your fault for being so hot." So far, the best I've got is "Hey! It's your fault that you can't handle yourself. My 'hotness' should not be your excuse as you are in no way under my control."
Also, a question for our own female tropers: What would your own response be if you suddenly found out two reasonably good looking people were falling in love with a part of your body?
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Covering up to ensure that no one falls in love with me for such a shallow reason—oh wait, the shameless reason.
Exploiting their "love" for all its worth and seeing how far that gets me. And if that means world domination, so be it!
edited 4th Jan '11 6:36:24 PM by Slan
Bigonkers! is Magic
It's not so much that they've fallen in love with you because of that body part; They've actually in love with that body part.
edited 4th Jan '11 7:27:03 PM by SandJosieph
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frozen in time
The idea of falling in love with a body part is strangely interesting to me. And not just because of the area in question here.
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Bigonkers! is Magic
Oh, I have to ask what some of female tropers would like to see in my story in terms of Fanservice and Fetish Fuel that usually isn't fetishized enough in your own opinion.
edited 5th Jan '11 3:21:47 AM by SandJosieph
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YOSH!
I see this and I have the sudden urge to throttle thee. I mean... This is hilarious, obviously it's not meant to be silly but, really... My sanity cannot stand the creator not being punished.
When All Else Fails, you have fun and flirt wit da ladies, dats da Drawings way!
Oedipal complex, bitch
I would very much enjoy counselling the characters in the story.
Tell me about your mother.
Happy New Year!
Y'know, before I continue, I'd like to ask what would be a good response Joan could have for "It's your fault for being so hot." So far, the best I've got is "Hey! It's your fault that you can't handle yourself. My 'hotness' should not be your excuse as you are in no way under my control Does that work?
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Bigonkers! is Magic
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While the characters may not view the situations as particularly silly, the premise itself is very silly and the story itself doesn't take itself seriously.
Has potential.
**ignores Freud**
edited 6th Jan '11 1:11:45 AM by SandJosieph
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WARNING: Mind Screwy elements ahead. It is a simple story featuring Fanservice, Fetish Fuel, and Author Appeal done with no regrets. There will be Plot Holes, Fridge Logic, and the occasional grammatical error in the beginning but hopefully I'll get those pounded out. Read at your own risk!
Joan's Bosom
Intro
Joan's breasts heaved as she sat up in bed and stretched out her arms. Looking over at her alarm clock she realized that she had woken up too soon. Oh well, she thought, I guess I can make use of the time I have.
Still dressed in her pajamas Joan headed into the kitchen to grab some cereal, milk, and a bowl of cereal. With stuff in hand, sat lazily on the living room couch and rested her bowl in the valley of her cleavage and poured in the cereal and milk. Just as she was about take a bite the phone rang. Luckily, it was sitting on the coffee table near so Joan didn't have to move much.
"Hello?" she answered, setting the phone on speaker and resting it in the remaining real estate that was her cleavage.
"Joan?" came the voice on the other side. It was Andrew, her boyfriend. "What are you doing up so early?"
"What are you doing calling so early?" yawned Joan, "It's 7 o'clock."
"Oh...erm...I was just wondering if we..." Andrew paused for a moment, realizing the stupidity of his statements, "I'm just bored, OK?"
"Works for me," said Joan, "Oh, did you get word on that party Suzy is holding?"
"Which Suzy? I know at least twenty."
"Suzy Clemens."
"Ah yes, good legs."
Joan grimaced at hearing that.
"Well, anyway," said Joan, "I'm going to need a ride to the Burlesque Clothing Store so I can get a proper dress. My last one seems to have shrunk a size." Joan's breasts shook with what appeared to be indignation at the memory of the constricting outfit.
"Sure, I can give you a ride," answered Andrew, "would you like me to pick you up from work?"
"Sure."
"OK, I'll see you then."
"Thanks," smiled Joan. She gave Andrew a farewell before switching off the phone. For the rest of that morning she just ate her breakfast in contentment. Then she went up to her room to get dressed.
"Let's see," Joan said to herself as she looked into her closet, "what shall what shall I wear today?"
She eventually settled on a simply blouse which she left the top four buttons undone due to her breasts being so large and wore her favorite loose fitting khaki pants. Work regulations didn't allow her to wear her shirt the way she was but her breasts were just too large so her manager gave her a pass.
With everything in order, Joan grabbed her keys, cell phone, bus pass and ID and stuffed them down her cleavage. Then she headed out the door for what appeared to be the start of a rather typical day. If only that were the case...
Like I said, no shame. I will continue to add to the story as I make things up. No clue what direction this will truly take. Feel free to make suggestions of things you'd like to see, details you'd like me to go into greater detail, and other fun stuff.
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