Connie stared at her friend, who, disheveled, threw her a dark look. “Emma, it’s a beautiful Saturday morning, and you’re going to stay here, doing nothing?”
“Yes. What’s wrong with doing nothing here, in my own living room?” She gestured grandly, as though displaying a kingdom of riches instead of a field of empty bottles and boxes of half-eaten pizza.
“Where to begin!” Connie exclaimed, exasperated. “Emma, you promised me you’d come with me to the church social. You promised. And I’ve been here for you throughout this entire ordeal, but it’s time. I want you to
She sat on the floor as she hugged the dollhouse. One leg an inverted v along the side, her other leg like a fallen tree over the front. She pressed her temple to the gable, and caressed its vent with her ear. As she listened, she stroked the pitched roof with one hand, feeling the rise and fall of each shingle as she remembered how carefully she had carved each and all of them. With her other hand, she ran up and down the length of a perfectly made downspout. One he had never needed, not even now, as she made it rain on his front step.
“Play it again.” She imagined she heard a sigh of impatience. His words climbed the dollhouse
There once was a woman as tall as a mountain
She came from a place where warmth was abundant
Her kin and her friends knew a difference in her
To see treasures in smallness caused a great stir
“What do you see in things so insignificant?
Look around you, dear girl; look up. You are a giant!”
They pleaded and chanted. She always gazed down
Ignoring their calls; strolled far out of town
Her fast-beating heart told a story of old
One day she would find a love pure as gold
Her eyes gazed to find him, her own and so small
A man to behold and show proudly to all
Long years came and went as she searched in vain
They gave her great joy
RR: strike while the iron is hot by sgrildrig, journal
RR: strike while the iron is hot
Ten shouty minutes were needed by the Chief of Police to break down the door to the mayor's office, requiring the aid of five other cops, and use of the receptionist's desk as a battering ram. "Bug off," the mayor growled, as the Chief stepped over door fragments into the room. "Hiding isn't an option," the Chief snapped. "It was working a treat until you showed up," the mayor pointed out, yelping as the Chief hauled him from his chair, propelling him towards the door. The other men joined in, hustling him along. A loud stream of invective passed back and forth between both the Chief and the mayor, through the hall, down the elevator, across the lobby, and into a waiting squad car. Ten minutes later the car, which had been weaving rather wildly for the entire ride, came to a screeching halt. The passenger door opened, and the mayor tumbled out. "Negotiate!" shouted the Chief, before slamming the door, and taking off. "I'll have your badge for this!" the mayor
I’m drawing, writing, cleaning, doing laundry.
I’m working on another giantess drawing I won’t finish (if I’m to be judged by by any of the incomplete images in my Mac). Just for fun, I animated some of it with Pixeloop. Now off to figure out shadows and do laundry.
Thank you! I only draw what I want, when I want to, but I like vore content so it's likely I'll include more as time goes by. It won't be hard vore, but more mouthplay than anything. :)