Scrapped Piece
Added 2019-06-13 02:00:51 +0000 UTCGot pretty far on this peice before I realized that it would be a downright chore to push it to where I want it to go, but I got far enough to make something mildly pleasant to the eye.
Hopefully one person will appreciate this, rest assured I've got a big piece I've been working on coming up. Reminiscent to those old 4 panel'ers I used to have so much fun making.. keep your eyes peeled!
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Sometimes, the world just hates you. Annabella cursed to herself as she lifted the bra, it’s deep round cups mocking her insignificance. She knew she wasn’t perfect, the five foot two girl recognized that most girls her age didn’t buy their clothes from the highschool section. After all she was 28 and her body looked like puberty walked passed her, frowned, and patted her head in apology, she hated the way you can see the ridges of her spine when she slouched but… it couldn’t have been that bad! Annabella bit her lip as she looked at the bra the changing lady slipped into her fitting room selection. B cups weren’t much to look at fine but this bra… they couldn’t have sold these things in the store. F cups alone are hardly common but these plunged straight to… they didn’t even bother listing a size! H maybe, it had to be above G. This was a gag gift at best, the bra less a piece of underwear and two lacy baskets strapped together. Yes she wasn’t the prettiest woman around, and maybe Brad was a bit out of her league but he asked HER. To just belittle her with this overinflated beauty standard was… was… rude! Sure the hulking mma fighter might’ve made her feel a tad inadequate when she stood next to him but it wasn’t like she picked him for his muscles… it was his smile. Sure the dude was hulky but she wasn’t the type of person to go after looks. Unlike this tart with her fake bra joke. With a grimace Annabella thought of what that hussy might be doing with Brad while she was sitting here in this changing room sulking. That candy striped tarp was probbably leaning all over Brad, trying to push those fake tits of her up on his arm… Suddenly Annabella had a thought. Brad always liked a joke, she’ll put the bra on and walk right out there, maybe stuff her jacket into it for some heft. Show that bimbo bitch just how stupid she looked with her dumb bra prank. Feeling confident with herself Annabella pulled off her shirt, hefting the bra on and reaching back to fit the clasp… ~~~~~~~ Sometimes the world just hates you. Anna sneered at the bra pushing against her tits, the lacy red fabric groaning underneath the valley of cleavage that, a different reality ago, never existed. She didn’t know why Brad even took her to this store, she told him that nothing fit her six foot nine frame. Anna sighed, looking worriedly down as the bra threatened to snap in half. She swore Brad took her to these places just to watch her break these things. Decency had to be kept up though and she redressed, her shirt struggling against her with each button she snapped back on but… You can’t really refuses Anna, whether human or fabric. With a snap and a couple of groans in protest Anna managed to fit the shirt around herself, sheer force of will doing what conventional physics would have stopped short at. She had to admit it was cute, she loved watching her little fighter that could stare at her in awe, knowing that no matter how big his record got he wasn’t ever going to match up to his ‘little Anna’. Anna grinned as she listened to the other side of the curtain, some clerk was hitting on her little Brad again. Poor her. Anna giggled, feeling the bra snap underneath her shirt. With a shrug she reached her and back and pulled the scrap of fabric off. She looked at the scraps of fabric dangling before her fingers, unaware of just how life changing they were for her. Oh well, at least she could ask the little tart flirting with her man outside what she was thinking by trying to sell something so clearly inadequate. Anna flung the curtain open, tattered bra in hand. It was time to give this store a short lesson in the relativity of the word “big”.
Rose Lalonde
2019-06-19 19:53:59 +0000 UTCLove this!
Tom
2019-06-13 02:29:33 +0000 UTC
