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Letters from Heather - 2032 - Spurt Days
🕑 Added 2021-05-18 21:27:03 +0000 UTC(I’m really loving how this one came out. What I love about this whole series, is that all these pieces, especially at the larger sizes, have this sense of respect for the format. Like, it’s easy to make breasts this large look cartoonish, or like a caricature. But, these images sort of answer the question, “for real, what IF there was a woman whose breasts were just this big, and what would be a private moment in her life?“
The point of view is awesome, the glasses are a great touch, and at this point in this evolving story, alternate-reality Heather’s boobs are very literally (and figuratively) a big part of her.
On that note, I know I’ve been delivering the story a little all over the place, chronologically. Honestly, that’s kind of the way this story has been evolving in my head. So by design? My ultimate goal is going to have fun weaving all the pieces together and expanding on this whole story arc, transitions, plot development, etc… (hope y’all are having fun with the little hints). Order it like, short stories/illustrations/next draft of short stories/finished? I love collaborations like that. But more of that that to come!
In any case, I hope you really enjoy this illustration by @AldoInHeaven (on IG and the Big T). This link will take you to his Patreon; if you’re a fan of some pretty unique, dreamy, big boob art, I think he’s freaking awesome: he’s just starting out, has been pretty prolific so far, and is just a kind, super creative soul, Anyway, I’m informally giving him a hand getting his unique brand of content going, so if you like this illustration, there’s more where that came from, so check him out for sure.
Anyway, the rest of this series is/is going to be on the middle tier, so check that out if you’re digging it, there are like, 7 so far? Anyway, peace!
[-This has been a note from the editor, Her Majesty, Queen Heather, Duchess of Laptops.]
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You’d think I would be able to set my watch by it at this point. That time every six months when I am positively wiped out. Carrying the girls around requires enough energy in the first place, so when I’m that zapped, I pretty much have to consign myself to the fact that I’m just going to be living in my bed for the next couple of weeks.
Though to be honest, I was actually looking forward to this growth spurt a little. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends with this new book, and there have been a lot of nights where I’ve wanted nothing more than to chill out and binge whatever series I’ve wanted to catch up on. Plus, I can’t deny that it’s not just a little refreshing to be waited on hand-and-foot for a little while... my assistant is set up in the guest room down the hall, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s a pretty solid cook. Call it a bit of a vacation... maybe I can even write it off on my taxes? Try to claim “Spurt Week” as a writeoff? Lord knows the fame is all theirs, and that I’m kinda along for the ride.
So, that’s what I’m doing right now... Writing (just this little journal entry, because I promised myself this would be a pen-free vacay) while propped up on a bank of pillows in my kingsize bed, joined in a threesome, as always, by Natalia and Olga. “Sorry mom, you get to live your life your way, most of the time. We’re just gonna sit here and... grow.”
I guess it is a pretty absurd sight. I tryto remind myself of that. Pinned in bed, dressed only in pajama bottoms, my laptop on one boob, and a half-eaten sandwich on the other, scribbling down words by the blue light of the computer screen. My little nightstands have grown up so big and strong... It’s a little warm tonight, so with a little pushing around, my assistant and I managed to wrangle the girls to the sides. I’ve still got a little time, I think (unless this turns out to be one of the big spurts), but I’m gonna have to think about investing in a larger bed at some point... I’m not falling off the sides of the buttress just yet, but knowing me, that’s more of a matter of time than anything.
Alright. Closing the journal, and tapping the spacebar. Miiight need to get a refill on this wineglass first. Better ring the bell and summon my faithful butler.
