[drumsstick master]

wow, nice pic kulli. that shading's working really well.

[drumsstick master]

Tourist, here's a direct link to the deviantart page with it on. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/24309901/

Glad you like it axel. and how are the proportions suspicious?

[drumsstick master]

ooh, very nice kulli. always good to see someone flying the flags. and good work on her ears. and the tear (I can never get those right)

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wow, you like me, you really like me! in that case, this is going to be something of a let down.

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Stan woke up, his face wedged between setylas breasts. he didn't think he would ever get tired of waking up like this. he lowered his right hand and gently stroked her abs. he heard setyla sigh in her sleep. he smiled, and thought as he rubbed the eight steely balls that made up her stomach. last night he had been attacked by a man who would have, he gulped, would have killed him and raped setyla. he had been scared for his life, but the adrenaline rush it had given him was fantstic. for the first time in a week he had felt really alive. all the rest of the time he had felt wrapped in cotton wool. stifled, close, shut in. he liked feeling protected by setyla, but he also liked to get into situations where he needed to be protected.
"Good morning master." Stan looked up at her face. she was smiling warmly. "Same as usual for breakfast?"
"Sure."

Stan thought as he masticated. he had become an archeologist, not for the fame, or the history, but for the adventure. He had seen indiana jones, and knew that was something that he wanted to do. He of course knew that trap laden tombs were in short supply, and they could stay that way. he wanted to grasp the unknown, to see the lost things in this world. He wanted to pierce ancient and forgotten darknesses. setyla took away the plate once he had finished. Stan stood up and wandered to the bathroom. setyla had told him about his apartment before:
"So, it's a magic apartment?"
"Exactly. the rooms are bigger on the inside than the outside, and everything is automatically restocked. food, gas, water, its all magically replenished."
"What if i want to change the decoration?"
"Silly. you just have to ask me." and so he stood in the massive marble covered room with its gold taps, and bathtub larger than the average swimming pool.
"Master?" setyla had appered behind him. "may i join you?"
"Sure, sure." he mumbled absently. setyla clapped, and the bath was filled with hot, foamy water.

Setyla was worried. her master wasn't paying attention to anything. when she had wandered up to him in the water and pressed him to her naked breast, he hadn't acknowledged her in any way. she looked down at him. he was simply staring into the middle distance, brows knitted together in thought. she had to confront him.
"Master?"
"Hmm?"
"Master, is something the matter?"
"Well… yes." setyla was taken aback
"Its not a problem with me, is it? you don't like my body, do you? you want me to be smaller." she started to shrink, loosing her muscles as she did so. she knew this muscle thing was just a phase. which was a pity, she would miss being that size.
"No, its not that, you were perfect before." stan replied.
"Oh" setyla bulked back up again, every peak, bulge and ab glistening with water. "So, what is it then? Is it a problem with me?"
"Sort of."
"Please, tell me. I will do whatever i can to change."
"you could be a bit more independant." Setyla sighed
"I'm sorry, but i can't do that. My purpose is to be a slave. I am totally subservient to you because i have to be. i protect you, obey you, satisfy you, because to me, it's like breathing. i can't stop it, even if i want to." Stan shifted his positioning and pressed his lips to her bicep.
"Ok, i guess i'll have to live with that."
"Why do you want me to be more forward thinking? Most men would be glad to have a slave rather than a person."
"I'm not comfortable with it. You have no will of your own. you don't act independantly unless i'm presented with a direct threat. It just doesn't fit in with how i think women behave." he nuzzled against her breast. "i'll just have to accept it, i guess."

Setyla sighed inwardly. Stan didn't conform with her idea of a man, either. He wanted protection, nurturing. he wanted to listen to her opinions. the other one, the one who had had the touch before him, had used her like a rag, got her to use her magic when he needed it, used her when he needed her, and ignored her the rest of the time. she did prefer stan, but it would be nice to have him a bit more, well, aggressive. he seemed to want to live the peaceful, leisurely life. the other one had wanted to rule, master, dominate everything. she looked down at the man cuddled against her. He found her sexy, in this new body. this body like carved marble, everything about it enormous. her muscles, her breasts, her height. she enjoyed it, but she knew it wasn't conventional for women to be this way, or for men to like them like this. he moved to get some soap, but she beat him to it. she worked up a lather, and started to massage it into his back.
"Don't worry." she said as she worked. "You can do me." when she had finished lathering up stan, she handed him the soap and leaned her chest against one of the baths sides. as he worked the cleaning foam into her skin, she felt it. his magic spilling from his hands into her. the warmth spread from her back to all over her body. she sighed and enjoyed the feeling. her impressive muscles, tensed from the previous conversation, relaxed and loosened. his magic bled into hers, slowly, slowly altering her power. every moment of touch with him changed her magic, so it was more like his. it made her closer to him, more sensitive to him. she turned over, exposing her chest to suddenly hesitant hands. she gently took his wrists, and planted his hands on her breasts. "Slave, remember?"
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suggestions, comments, flames, leave it all here. please, your comments make me feel all warm inside.

[drumsstick master]

i really wish i could draw half as well as you. nice metal effects.

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Second verse, same as the first!
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Stan crunched on his bacon. It had been a week since he had freed a genie from a lamp, and found out that she would serve him for his lifetime. He had come to terms with it pretty quickly. The fact that he now had a new york penthouse, unlimited resources, and an omnipotent girlfriend.
"More coffee, master?"
"Please. And i've told you before, call me stan."
"And i've told you before that i can't do that." Setyla poured a mug of coffee, and walked away. Yeah, and an omnipotent eight foot tall girlfriend with massive muscles and titanic breasts. He had wanted her to have them, but worried that she might not like it. she had explained:
"Master, I am your slave. I will do whatever, be whatever, you want."
"But thats just your code, isn't it? its not what you actually think."
"True, but i really do like these muscles." She flexed an inhuman bicep to prove her point. "I like being big. I like" she raised her other arm. "feeling strong. I like" she flexed her pectorals "doing this. It feels incredible. You like me like this, I like me like this, so lets keep me this way." He did indeed like her like that. being in her embrace made him feel safe, secure, protected. feeling her hard body against his was indescribable. Waking up next to her was a joy every time. she was perfect, life was perfect. but something was missing, some spark from his life had vanished. As he cut up his egg, he pondered it.
"Master?" Stan turned around, looking at her. "What shall we do today?"
"I was thinking we could see a show on broadway in the evening."

They both wandered the streets of new york at night.
"What a show, eh?"
"You weren't oogling any of the dancers, were you?" Setyla replied
"Why would i want to?" Stan wrapped his arms around hers "You're so much nicer to oogle."
"You know, if you wanted them i could get them for you. I am your slave. You may do with me as you will, and i am bound to your every command."
"I dont want twenty identical dancers who starve themselves half to death and train twelve hours a day. I want you. You're always there, you're smart, fun, incredibly sexy. Why would i want anyone else?" There wasn't a lot setyla could say to that, so they walked in silence through the streets, until
"Right, let go of the chick and i might let you live." man and genie turned to see a guy in a greasy coat pointing a gun at them. Setylas body was hidden beneath a thick coat, so he coudn't have seen her muscles. Sam clung to her harder than ever. "If thats the way you're gong to be.." the guy in the coat squeezed the trigger. the hammer slammed down. a shot rang out. Stan closed his eyes and held on even tighter.
"Don't you dare" Setylas voice bubbled with rage "harm my master." Stan opened his eyes. Setyla had the slug grasped in her other hand. She flicked the bullet into the darkness.
"Wh… Wh… Stay away from me!" The man pulled the trigger twice, but produced only clicks.
"Aww, did your gun jam?" Setyla began to walk towards him "Shall i have a look?" the man was reduced to a gibbering wreck as he saw how tall setyla really was.
"Setyla!" She turned upon hearing her masters voice. "Don't kill him!"
"But he was going to kill you!" She looked at his expression "I'll just… rough him up a bit, ok?" Stan nodded resignedly. Setyla turned back to the cowering scum who had dared threaten her master.
she picked him up by the neck of his jacket.

This bile breating filth had raised a weapon at stan.

She landed a punch on his abdomen.

would have taken her for his own.

She struck him on his face.

had threatened to take stan away from her.

She raised him closer to her face.
That was unforgivable. She dropped him to the dirty ground, and walked back to her master. Who was shaking.
"Master?" He flung himself at her "Master, whats wrong."
"He was going to kill me! and you were going to kill him!" he was crying into her chest. She was unsure of what to do. The other one would have wanted the attacker dead. he wanted to just leave. She wrapped her arms around him, and fell backwards. Into their bed. As they landed on the soft white matress, he buried his head even further into her now naked chest, grinning crazily.

He knew what was missing.

Exitement.
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again, flames, comments, suggestions, leave 'em all

[drumsstick master]

ooh, a new artist. i cant say i like your muscle girls much, but they are good pieces of art. hullo and welcome.

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The way i understand it, breast size is partly genetic, and partly due to diet over the dime when a womans breasts are developing. As women today have better diets that in the past, overall breast size is increasing. I'm probably wrong about this. interesting theory on the cows milk growth hormone front, but it sounds a little to much like something from one of the stories here.

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yes, it is a feminimity thing. this forum is all about female muscle. both at once, and breasts are obviously feminine. Were only human, and mostly men at that. big breasts are nice, and to quote ethan from ctrl alt del, "If you're going to sin, you might as well go all out"

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damn straight. one of my friends is a goth, and she's black. from my experiences , goths just tend to dress up in black lace and silver jewelry, though she does play vampire roleplaying games, and she plays black in magic. Sweet pic, by the way.

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