Hey, guys. Meet Jackie

Well, Jacqueline. But her friends call her Jackie. She’s 24 years old, and lives just outside of Tampa, Florida. The year is 2031, by the way. 

A pretty normal gal, actually, our Jackie. Went to school at USF (Go Bulls!), and now, works at a small, boutique marketing firm. She definitely works more hours than she’s paid for, but on the weekends, she gives herself a bit of leeway. Going out with friends, getting drunk at the club, blissfully oblivious to the way hangovers hit once you bump into your mid 20s. 

Thing is, Jacqueline is in for a bit of a wild ride. And, it’s not gonna be very pretty, sometimes. Sacrifices are going to be involved. Right now, in this image? She’s about as happy as any of us are. But soon, she’s going to get some news. What’s going to happen next? Time will tell. 

She’s plucky. She’ll make it work. It's not always gonna be easy, though.

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I suppose this is what the Twitter arterati would call “an OC.” I ain't never had one of them before, so that's kinda cool.

What’s going to spring from this image is a longform story, done in a personal journal narrative style, detailing the life of a normal woman... in extraordinary circumstances. 

From the writing perspective, that’s what I love… Telling a simply tale where one BIG thing is different. (Or in this case, two big things.) 

There will be a long, slow period of BE, for sure, where her life is chronicled: ups and downs; highs and lows; the good, the bad, and the ugly. This isn't going to be a standard-issue tale of happy-go-lucky giant tiddy good times — there's gonna be some gritty rawness to it. 

One vein I enjoy exploring in my stories is this: how does the character REALLY deal with what's happening in her life? What are her emotions? Her hopes and dreams, fears, difficulties... Monkey's Paws, the strain of gravity, the yearning to live a normal life, where such a life is possible... with the exception of one very punctuating circumstance. 

In short? It's a BIG breast expansion tale (interpret that how you'd like, it'll be accurate). Illustrated, personal, intimate, internal. 

And, I’m teaming up with a positively exquisite artist (this image, and the ones to come, are his works). We’ve already both agreed to keep each other on schedule — helpful for me, because if you’ve been around here for a while, you know that I have some pretty hard-core struggles with ADHD and shiny things [faceplam]. Anyway, this artist goes by Cygnet. If you'd like to see more of his work, click here for his DeviantArt 

This story doesn’t have a title, yet. It will get an official one at some point. But for now, a "working title..." How's "Jackie and the Hard Rain" sound? Subject to change, but it feels good.

Like the best of stories sometimes, it will be a work in progress, but only precisely because it’s a work in progress. Like rock climbing, or building a plane while it's in the air, or the script of Casablanca... Sometimes, the best things come from being loosey-goosey. 

That’s what I love about this. I really hope you enjoy.