Medicine Show

[Fafhrd]

Sorry for the interminable wait between posts. Between real-life demands and writer's block (really, where do you go from a guy with a thirty inch cock?:biggrin1, I didn't have anything good to post. Hopefully, that will change. This, of course, is still in Jen's place, waiting for Jen to get home.






Chris had shucked off his pants and was sitting spread-legged on the recliner, luxuriating in the sensation of the fabric on his huge, sensitive ballsack. His hands were roaming all over the massive, thirty inch length of his prick, and he was occasionally lifting the hot, firm head to his mouth, to lavish with kisses. Oh, who’s the best dick in the whole world? Yes, you are! He was suddenly struck by a stray thought. Hey, where did Tasha and Kimber go? Weren’t we all going to play with my cock? He looked up as he heard girlish giggles and squeals in the next room. No fair! You girls distracted me and ran off! He clumsily pushed himself to his feet, and waddled down the hallway, his mammoth nutsack swinging heavily between his legs and his colossal rod bobbing up and down with every step. Between the weight between his legs, and the swinging, bouncing meat, he could barely stagger to Tasha’s door. I can’t take care of my dick by myself. I need some help!

As he drew abreast to Tasha’s door, he could faintly hear the girls talking in the room. Chris knelt down carefully, listening quietly at the door. He heard Tasha say something about breasts, and Kimber giggle nervously.

Oh, God! thought Chris, Tasha’s getting bigger boobs! He carefully sat down on the floor, spreading his legs wide to accommodate the huge bulk of his weight balls. He slowly reclined on the floor, keeping his head pressed against the door. His gigantic, thirty inch long erection, bobbing slightly, was irresistible. Just listening to them is driving me crazy! I gotta get some relief, or I’ll explode! Chris’s hands fluttered back to his tree-trunk of a cock and resumed stroking. Just a few more times and I’ll be fine until Jen gets back.

Inside the room, Tasha and Kimber had cautiously mixed an equal proportion of growth cream and hand lotion into a shallow bowl. Kimber was thoroughly mixing it with the spoon in her gloved hand.

“Hurry up, doofus! My breasts won’t get any bigger by themselves!” Tasha had already removed her bra, revealing her perky, pale white breasts.

“Shut up, Tasha! It has to be mixed properly, or you might get more growth cream on one boob than the other,” sighed Kimber.

“So? You just put more cream on the smaller one then. Top it off,” Tasha explained.

“And what if that one gets too big, then, silly?”, said Kimber, rolling her eyes.

“Look, you just keep applying cream until they are both the same size. Big! Hurry it up!”. Tasha crossed her arms in impatience.

“Yeah, right. I do it that way and you’ll have to squeeze through the doorway one boob at a time.” Kimber sighed as Tasha seemed to smile at the thought. “I thought you didn’t want to be gigantically huge.”

“I don’t want to be gigantically huge yet,” Tasha clarified, holding up a finger. “I wanna see what it’s like to be really nice and busty like Jen first. Then, if I like that, I’ll probably go up to huge boobs, and then maybe to ginormous. I’m not sure exactly where I wanna stop.” She looked at Kimber with an evil smile. “Depends on how attached I am to being able to paint my own toenails.”

“Tasha!” Kimber exclaimed, stopping her stirring. “That’s ridiculous! Nobody wants boobs that big.”

Tasha pointed at the door. “I bet someone would like us both to be that big.”

Kimber rolled her eyes. “That’s Chris. I’m not sure you could get too big for him. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. He even likes that skinny Goth girl, and she doesn’t hardly have any boobs at all. Look, do you want to use the cream, or do you want to argue about how big your boobs are going to get?”

“Cream!” Tasha sprang to attention, thrusting out her small breasts. “Cream!” She stood up ram-rod straight, almost bouncing on her toes. “Cream!”

Kimber spread a dollop of the growth cream on Tasha’s small, conical left breast.

“Ah! Cold!” Tasha jumped. “Cold! Cold!”

“I can tell it’s cold,” said Kimber, eyeing Tasha’s erect, pink nipples. “Now stand still before I get this all over you.” Tasha exhaled with determination and held her arms stiffly down at her sides. She grimaced a little as Kimber carefully spread the cream evenly all over both of her pert breasts, careful to avoid getting any on Tasha’s nipples and areola, as directed. Kimber scrunched one eye closed and carefully examined her work. “Looks good.”

“Ah! It really tingles!” Tasha fanned her breasts frantically with both hands. “Whew! Quick! Put another dose on.”

“Tasha!” Kimber scolded her. “It hasn’t even started working yet. You need to wait until you see how big you get with the first—“.

Tasha interrupted her, grabbing her forearms. “Look, Kimber. You and I both know that one dose isn’t gonna be big enough. This really tingles, so I might as well get it over with all at once. Now apply more of the cream, or gimme the bowl.”

“Okay, okay!” Kimber relented and began carefully spreading the cream all over Tasha’s small, pale breasts. “Just don’t blame me when you can’t button a shirt by yourself.”

Through gritted teeth, Tasha whispered. “Two doses aren’t enough to make me too big to button my own shirts. Is anything happening yet?”

Kimber took off the rubber gloves carefully, and threw them into Tasha’s waste basket. “Hmph. Typical. It’s all about you.” She extracted a pair of gloves from the box and offered them to Tasha. “You got your growth cream. Now it’s my turn. C’mon.”

“Kimber! Can’t this wait for a more appropriate time? Like after I have big breasts?” Tasha looked down at her small breasts, glistening with the residue of the cream, with impatience. “This sure tingles a lot for nothing to be happening.”

Kimber pulled her shirt up and over her head, exposing her round breasts snugly contained within a hot pink brassiere. “Tasha, stop stalling. I want some of the cream, too.” She tossed her shirt onto the bed.

Tasha whistled appreciatively. “Damn, Kimber. You sure you want those to be bigger? You’ve got nice boobs right now.”

“They might be nice, but they’re not big, Tasha. I want nice big boobs like Jen. I want to stretch out my tops like her. I wanna bounce when I walk like her,” said Kimber, with a hint of longing. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, allowing her breasts to assume a more natural, teardrop shape. “No more average girl C-cup bras for me.”

“You wanna buy those wide-band industrial-strength bras like Jen? You’re gonna be huge if this cream really works,” said Tasha, slightly dubiously.

“I won’t need support bras! You’ve seen Chris. He can walk around with a twenty pound set of balls and a thirty inch dick; I’m sure that I’ll be fine with huge boobs,” assured Kimber.

“You’ve thought about this, obviously.” said Tasha.

“You weren’t in cheerleading squad with Jen when she had her growth spurt,” replied Kimber dourly. “I’ve been thinking about bigger boobs for quite some time. Now put on your shirt and do me.”

“Why should I put on my shirt? I wanna see these things swell up!”, Tasha objected.

“Your little boobs have growth cream on them,” explained Kimber, patiently. “If they start getting bigger when you are moving around, they could bump into your arms, or my arms, or whatever. I don’t want my arms to get bigger.”

“I thought you rubbed it all in!” Tasha seemed outraged. “What if I’m not getting the full benefit?”

“I rubbed it in!”, said Kimber, defensively. “I just don’t know how much to rub it in. I feel weird rubbing my hands all over your boobs.” She blushed. “Especially when I’m wearing rubber gloves. It feels freaky.”

Tasha pulled her shirt on, and then put on the gloves. “I’ll show you freaky.” She took a dollop of the cream, divided between her hands, and planted them both on Kimber’s round breasts, with a sinister chuckle.

“Wow! That’s really cold, Tasha!” Kimber giggled nervously as Tasha continued to massage the cream into both of her breasts. Slippery from the lotion, Tasha’s gloved hands roamed all over the soft, round curves of Kimber’s caramel-colored bosom. “It really tingles! Ow! It kind of stings.”

“Probably because you’ve already got some boobs to work with. OK, short stuff, your boobs are set to go from nice to knockers. Now, do me again.”

Chris moaned softly and pumped his dick even more energetically. She already wants more! Tasha’s gonna be huge! Oh, god! Chris continued to stroke his gargantuan prick, squeezing it and caressing it. He pulled his huge, firm rod down to his face and licked its massive plump head. Do you hear that, big guy? Tasha’s gonna go bigger. A momentary look of concern crossed his features. I should have gotten more cream! What if there’s not enough? The irrestistable throbbing of his monster dick soon pulled his full attention back to his masturbation. I’m sure Terry would give us some more once he sees how big Tasha will get. Nobody would want to stop a hot girl from getting bigger boobs, no matter how big. He caressed his thick shaft happily. Big enough for us to tit-fuck, I bet!

“What?” Kimber stared at Tasha incredulously. “You haven’t even started growing yet!” She stared angrily at Tasha as the tall, slender girl began to strip off her shirt again. “You haven’t even rubbed all my cream in yet!” Kimber gestured to her own bust.

“Hah! You just want me to grope your boobs! I knew you were a bit on the lezzie side.” Tasha snickered evilly.

“Tasha!” Kimber stamped her bare foot down on the carpet, causing her exposed breasts to bob enticingly. “Fair is fair. I took my time and carefully applied the cream to your breasts. I even avoided getting any on your nipples, just like you asked. Now, stop being selfish.”

Tasha sighed and rolled her eyes. “It’s not fair. Your boobs are already bigger than mine, so I have to do more ‘rubbing in’ than you did.” She grudgingly began massaging Kimber’s breasts again.

“The sooner you do it right, the sooner you can get your second dose, Tasha.” She grimaced. “It really does tingle pretty badly, though, doesn’t it?” Tasha nodded judiciously as she determinedly groped her roommate’s rack.

 

[Longbow9]

I can totally picture Chris sitting there about to pop. I hope for their sake Tasha and Kimber remember to duck when he finally blows his load. For the sake of the story though, it's probably better if they don't...

 

[sleeves18]

Very nice

 

[Longbow9]

Sorry for the interminable wait between posts. Between real-life demands and writer's block (really, where do you go from a guy with a thirty inch cock?:biggrin1

Forty inch cock?

 

[manormonster]

bring back the amazon from the lacrosse team; maybe she can handle him?

 

[bigger_is_better]

Good to see you back Faf! Excellent addition... looking forward to seeing just how much they grow!




-BiB-

 

[Fafhrd]

Chris, listening intently outside the door, cupped his hands as best he could around the hot eighteen inches of his massive girth. He pumped his tree-trunk of a cock with long, firm strokes, squeezing from the base of his thirty inch long monster to the fat, broad head of his dick. Unh! Tasha and Kimber are gonna get sooo big! He licked his lips hungrily at the thought. They’re gonna get so big that Jen will just have to use some of the cream. She won’t be able to stand being the smallest. Chris’s powerful strokes pushed his heavy, hot prick into the air on each downstroke, and pulled the colossal shaft close to his face with each upstroke. He licked his lips again, salivating at the thought. Then Jen will be gigantic. Her boobs are gonna be so big! Chris leaned forward just a bit and lightly licked his own cockhead, sending a tingle down his huge shaft all the way to his weighty balls. Won’t that be great? My girlfriend with giant breasts? Maybe Tasha and Kimber will be jealous…He began to lick at his cockhead more intently, stroking himself more vigorously.


Tasha had finally finished rubbing in the cream to Kimber’s satisfaction, and Kimber had donned another pair of gloves and was holding a generous dollop of cream in her palm. “Tasha, are you sure about this? I mean, it’s not like you can decide to go back to being smaller. Maybe we should wait and see how it works.” She winced. “Works other than making my boobs hurt, I mean.”

“Kimber!”, said Tasha in a firm, commanding voice. “Growth cream on the boobs, now.” She flicked her thumb at her pert breasts. “There’s no way two doses is gonna be too much. Have you seen how big some porn stars’s breasts are?”

“Ewww,” Kimber grimaced, making a face. “You want to have nasty things like that?” She hesitated.

Tasha grabbed Kimber’s wrists and pulled them towards her breasts. “Of course not. But that’s what’s awesome about the cream. No scars, no stretch marks, no weird shapes.” Kimber nodded and began applying the cream carefully. Tasha smiled. “If I’d wanted to have big, weird looking boobs, I could have gotten a crappy boob job already. This way, they get to be big, but perfect.” She supervised Kimber’s application approvingly. “If guys will pay to see some nasty looking chick with swollen chesticles, they will definitely pay to see me with a big rack.” She smiled. “Or you.”

“Tasha!” Kimber looked up at her roommate accusingly. “What makes you think I would do that? You’re the one who can’t resist filming yourself, not me.” She continued to massage Tasha’s breasts carefully. “Stop distracting me when I’m doing this or you’ll make me screw up.”

“I’m just sayin’, now that you’ve used the cream, you’re gonna be packing some big breasts, Kimber. You aren’t gonna be able to hide them, so you might as well show them off.”

“Whatever.” Kimber rolled her eyes, and carefully peeled off her gloves. “Are you getting really hungry?”

“I’m starving. It always takes Jen forever to get home with the pizza after work—“ Tasha smacked herself on the forehead. “Food! We gotta eat food!” She pulled her shirt back down over her newly oiled breasts. “Our boobs gotta have the food to grow! How could we forget that with Chris over here hoovering up all the food in the place?”


Jen struggled to unlock the door to the apartment. Both her hands were full with the mammoth stack of extra-large, extra-toppings pizzas she was carrying. She was leaning forward, bracing the stack of boxes between her chest and the door, while she fumbled with her keys. The boxes of pizzas were piled up to her chin, forcing her to look upwards, rather than down at the door. I know I should have made two trips, she thought. Normally, she brought a pizza or two home for her roomies, both to enjoy that night, and to have as leftovers the next morning, but with Chris around, too much food was suddenly turning into ‘not enough’. I hope he doesn’t gulp all of this down tonight. I’m exhausted. I’d like to sleep in, rather than running out in the morning to grab more food for my boyfriend’s bottomless nutsack. Jen got a little excited just thinking about Chris’s titanic endowments. The key turned in the lock, and Jen wriggled the door open.

Chris was luxuriating in the sensations of his massive wang. He had laid down full length on the floor, content to imagine rather than listen to Tasha and Kimber any further. He was steadily pumping his thick snake, bucking his hips with every stroke. Though his hands couldn’t even wrap entirely around the fat girth of his cock, Chris was giving his dick his full attention. Unh! Feels so good! He pulled his broad cockhead down to his face and slurped at it with his tongue. I’ve been needing this for hours! Well, at least an hour, I think. Chris licked his huge cock slit hungrily. I just need to suck myself off a few times before Jen gets home and I’ll be fine. He wrangled his dick back into a vertical position and admired it while he continued to jerk off. Look at that cock! Who wouldn’t be proud of that? Chris smiled broadly as he pumped his dick more.

“What the hell is going on?”

Jen stumbled into her apartment, almost dropping her tottering stack of pizzas. Chris was laying spread-eagled naked in the hallway, stroking his gargantuan cock, as his bloated balls spread out between his legs.

“Uhhhh?” was all Chris ventured, and even that was uttered while he continued to jerk off his thirty inch long dick.

Jen sidestepped into the living room and slammed the pizzas down on the coffee table, temper flaring. She was having trouble verbalizing her issues while looking at the massive slab of meat on display.

“Jen’s home!” Tasha hooked her fingers into her shirt, and pulled it down over her glistening breasts. “Time for pizza!” She jinked around Kimber and flung open her door.

“Hey!” cried Kimber, petulantly. She pulled her shirt down too, and whirled around to follow her roomate.

“I —“ was all Jen said before a towering Tasha burst out of the door next to Chris and hooked her elbow around his wang, using it to to redirect her forward motion and slingshot her down the hallway.

“Food now; fun later!” Tasha, clad only in T-shirt and panties, bounded, arms outstretched, towards the surprised Jen and lightly swept her to the left as she swung right into the living room. Following close behind Tasha was Kimber. She clasped Chris’s throbbing erection with one hand and demurely leaned it out of her way.

“Excuse me!” Kimber fairly bounced down the hallway, stopping abruptly in front of Jen and helping her regain her balance. “Hi, Jen!” She then bolted to the right. “Chris is right back there. We’ll take care of the pizza.” Also clad only in t-shirt and panties, Kimber grabbed a pizza box and threw it open. “Don’t hog it all, Tasha!” She seized a slice and stuffed it into her mouth. “Sooo hungry,” she moaned around a mouthful of pizza.

Though he seemed able to divert enough attention to watch two panty-clad bottoms bounce by him, Chris seemed to be still mostly focused on his own masturbation. He continued to stroke his massive anaconda, though he did lean it slightly to the left, so that it no longer blocked his view of Jen. Without breaking his rhythm, he pushed his enormous shaft towards her, as an offering. “Jen?”, he said, looking at her suggestively.

“Get up!” Jen crossed the distance between her and the massively over-endowed young man in a few angry steps. She clutched his thick, hot shaft firmly between her hands and pulled. He’s sooooo big!!, Jen thought, surpressing the urge to squeal with delight. She dug her heels into the carpet and pulled harder. “Get up!” With effort, she succeeding in pulling Chris erect, using his erection. His massive nuts swung heavily between his legs.

“Whaaaaa?” Chris said, dazedly. His hands, momentarily diverted from their task to help him get up, crept back to his throbbing, needy dick. They resumed their urgent stroking. Chris leaned back to keep his balance and began to pump his hips, causing his fat, swollen balls to sway more energetically between his legs.

“Chris!” Jen lifted his huge log and stepped around it, like passing through a turnstile. As it neared his face, Chris eagerly opened his mouth and extended his tongue expectantly. “No!” Jen tugged his dick back down, and a disappointed look passed over his face. “Get into my room!” Chris had already returned to his steady pumping, and it took another two-handed tug on his swollen member to get him to move forward a few steps. After that, however, he leaned back and resumed his hip-swaying masturbation. “Chris! Argh!” Jen had to tug her boyfriend into the room by the meaty pole between his legs, timing her tugs with his own uninterrupted stroking. “Can’t you stop that for a minute?”

“Not right now, no.” Once in the room, Chris seemed to notice where he was, at least. “I’ve been waiting soooo long.” He stepped toward Jen, aiming his elephantine dick at her face while he continued to stroke. He licked his lips. “You’ve been waiting sooo long too, Jen. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Chris!” Jen grabbed his fat, throbbing meat and used it, two-handed, like a pole to push Chris back and down onto the bed. “Can’t you just wait!?!” She sighed and stepped past him to the doorway. “I have to speak to Kimber and Tasha. Just occupy yourself a minute until I get back.” She turned and closed the door behind her.

As she did so, Chris leaned back on the bed and eagerly brought his massive cockhead up to his face. “Sure thing, Jen.”

 

[MisterL]

Please stop teasing us!!! Let them grow!!!

 

[Longbow9]

We will never stop teasing... Ever!

 

[bigger_is_better]

Excellent progression! The teasing is what keeps us coming back!

 

[Fafhrd]

Jen stomped angrily down the hallway, her temper warring with her urge to go back and suck on all that huge, tasty…Jen! Focus! What the hell are Kimber and Tasha doing letting Chris jerk off in the hallway? All that delicious cum…She shook her head. Getting all that cum on the carpet! She came to a sudden stop as she walked into the living room. Tasha and Kimber were both sprawled across the couch, shoveling slices of pizza into their mouths as fast as they could chew and swallow. Though she had only been gone what seemed like a minute at the most, it seemed like each girl had already eaten almost half of an extra-large pizza with extra toppings. Jen could swear that Tasha already had a visible bulge where her normally flat tummy would be seen.

“Sooo good!” murmured Tasha around a mouthful. “Gotta eat all the pizza so I can grow.” She opened her mouth and took another whopping bite. Her cheeks puffed out with the effort of containing it all.

“Mmm-no, Tasha! You gotta share it with me!” Kimber’s mouth crinkled up petulantly for an instant, before she stretched her mouth open and stuffed most of one slice inside. “I gotta grow, too”, she mumbled through her chewing.

“What the hell are you two doing?” When neither girl made any sign of stopping their gorging, Jen stepped forwards towards the pizza boxes. Both Tasha and Kimber then leapt menacingly towards them. Jen stumbled back, taken aback by their sudden possessiveness.

“Not stopping unless Tasha stops.” grunted Kimber through a mouth full of food. Tasha shook her head maliciously and stuffed another slice of pizza into her mouth, smearing her lips with tomato paste.

“Tasha!”, said Jen, a note of warning in her voice. Tasha groaned in frustration, but took the (now half) slice of pizza away from her lips. Kimber furtively took another bite, but quickly followed suit.

“We used the cream. It needs food to make our breasts bigger, so we’ve gotta tank up. Like Chris.” Tasha started to lift the slice back to her mouth, but Jen reached out and held her hand down.

“The cream? Chris’s growth cream?” Kimber nodded affirmatively to Jen’s question, though she eyed another slice of pizza longingly. “I thought Chris used it all—on his, uh, thing?”.

“He used all of that bottle. Turns out his roommate had more made. Chris has another jar now. A full jar. Well, almost full.” Tasha smiled dreamily. “We both used some.”

“You used twice as much as I did!” pouted Kimber.

“My boobs were half the size of yours! It’s only fair!” Tasha retorted.

There’s another whole jar? Jen smiled unconsciously, thinking of Chris back in the room. A whole jar? She snapped back to attention as she saw Kimber trying to snake a piece of pizza unseen. She slapped the other girl’s hand. Kimber squealed. “Kimber! Why are you doing this foolishness? You have beautiful breasts.”

Kimber pulled back her hand and rubbed it, pouting. “Easy for you to say. You have beautiful big breasts. Big breasts that all the boys look at.” Kimber sat up and scowled. “Why shouldn’t I have big breasts like you, Jen?” She reached out and took a slice of pizza deliberately, daring Jen to stop her.

“She’s eating! She’s eating!” Tasha bounced up and down on the couch. “No fair! If she gets to eat, so do I!” Tasha grabbed a slice of pizza with each hand and began to work them both into her mouth. “I had twice as much cream, so I need twice as much food!”

Jen rolled her eyes. “You two are impossible.” She stood up and stretched, then rubbed her aching back muscles. “You girls aren’t going to like everything about having big boobs, believe me.”

Kimber snorted. “See how you like being the Itty Bitty Titty representative in the house, then, Jen,” said Tasha as she gulped down another huge bite.

“Don’t overdo it, at least. You don’t want to wake up in the morning with just a few extra pounds on your hips and thighs.” Jen turned to go back to her room.

“Don’t worry, Jen,” said Kimber brightly. “By morning, all of this,” she said, rubbing her belly as she thrust it out exaggeratedly, “will be up here!”. Kimber thrust out her chest animatedly. “You’ll see!”

Jen walked back to her room, kicking off her shoes as she did so. Growth cream? I can understand Tasha. She’s always been an exhibitionist, and big boobs would be Exhibit A. But Kimber? She’s always been so understanding when I complained about how hard it was to find sexy bras, and tops that fit, and how much bouncing there was when I was a cheerleader. Why would she want to be bigger? Jen stopped at her door. It’s not like she’s obsessed with size, like I am. Jen smiled to herself. More cream. Hmmm…

She opened the door with a look of anticipation. “Chris, sweetie, I’m ba——Ack!”

 

[MisterL]

Great :smile:

Does Jen not grow? :frown1:

 

[Zot57]

Great :smile:

Does Jen not grow? :frown1:

I think she's more interested in making Chris even bigger... :biggrin1:

 

[bigger_is_better]

I love the cliffhanger endings! Great job!

 

[Longbow9]

Working on another installment. Hopefully will have it up soon.
Mostly, I've been trying to get Medicine Show published to a broader audience. I'm hoping to get it picked up by Literotica and The Overflowing Bra. I also want to see if the BE Story Club will do a comic adaptation, though I have no idea how to get in touch with them...

 

[jerrycurly]

Comic adaptation is a great idea. I'm sure someone on bearchive forums will help you get in touch with them.

 

[GBB]

Working on another installment. Hopefully will have it up soon.
Mostly, I've been trying to get Medicine Show published to a broader audience. I'm hoping to get it picked up by Literotica and The Overflowing Bra. I also want to see if the BE Story Club will do a comic adaptation, though I have no idea how to get in touch with them...

Yes I just notice you posting to overflowingbra.com . While you might expect that the site is focused on breast enlargement, I frequent the site because of the classification of the stories and the ease to search for things like "mpg".

I hope you'll post more there, and you may want to include pointers back to lpsg.org so there's a bit of 'cross pollination'.

 

[MrDuuude69]

I would LOVE to see a comic version

 

[Zot57]

Working on another installment. Hopefully will have it up soon.
Mostly, I've been trying to get Medicine Show published to a broader audience. I'm hoping to get it picked up by Literotica and The Overflowing Bra. I also want to see if the BE Story Club will do a comic adaptation, though I have no idea how to get in touch with them...

I hope it works, look what happened with Fifty Shades of Grey. :smile:

 

[mitc3117]

Mr Duude..... you are a genius.

Seriously, submit this to White Lightning Productions Comics. I am 100% serious there is money to be made..


I am directing that comment at longbow and faf of course, i am not suggesting someone else take credit for this.