The Process Forum - joman Art Thread

I have an idea that I have been playing around with. It's a little absurd, but mostly just for fun. Been doing some sketches as well, but my computer has been acting strangely for me. I'll try to get them up sometime. In the meantime, her is a short story inspired by some of my little sketches which are not present.

“And if you’d walk this way, sir, you can see the live presentation of the product.” April led two gentlemen into the “Safe Chamber,” (Commonly known as the “SC”)a small glass cube with comfy chairs looking into the “Very Very Very Large Dome-Like Room.”(Commonly called the “Triple V LDLR”)
“Hmph. Better be worth the 75 grand your asking for.” Said one man.
“Oh, I am quite sure it would be worth your while.” Said the Boss. “Miss Summers, if you would please start the presentation.”
“It would be my pleasure.” She smiled and exited the small glass room.
“So what’s this all about?” asked the man.
“We here at GrO Incorporated cater to a select group of gentlemen in good fortune, such as yourself. Our products are the top quality, our scientists the best, and our stewardess the prettiest.”
“Yes, yes, you said this before. But I’ve never heard of GrO inc until I got a letter a few days ago asking me to come here.”
“And again, thank you for coming! Out of 149 letters sent, you were the only one to respond.” The Boss interrupted.
“Ahem, yes, I was curious why some unknown organization wanted so much from me, and why you had a picture of me on the beach next to my yacht.”
“We have a remarkable information research team.”
“YES” The mad cleared his throat while enunciating that word. “But I still have no clue what GrO inc is or what it even does for that matter.”
“Well, you see we are a-oh look! Miss Summers is ready for her presentation!”
As a matter of fact, a mandatory GrO lab coat clad April had entered the Triple V LDLR, but had to take a brisk quarter-mile jog just to reach the center. “That…is that the woman that showed us in earlier?” The man said squinting and nearing his head towards the window. “What’s she doing way out there?”
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Perhaps you should use these.” The Boss handed the man a pair of binoculars.
“Do I really need these?” The man fumbled with the optical device.
“Only for the beginning.” The Boss smiled.
With proper focus the man could see April standing next to some contraption that looked like a gun-mounted turret. It was sleek and smooth with what looked like a small computer attached to it and a few wires running to the floor. Automatic, it looked like. And locked onto the fair April Summers.
“Dear God, are you going to shoot her?”
“But of course.” The Boss said pulling out what looked like a remote control. “Would you like to do the honors?” The man could just look in horror at the Boss. “No? Figured you would.” He hit the Green Button-tron.
All was silent in the SR as the Triple V LDLR willed briefly with green light-emitting disk that came from the turret. Of course, it usually would have made a loud “Ka-SHOO-up!” noise, but the SR was sound proof. Outside there was a loud “Ka-SHOO-up!” noise and April staggered back a little, holding her stomach where she was shot, and eventually buckling to her knees.
“You monster!” the man yelled at the boss, “How could you do this to another human being, let alone a fine looking young woman as her!”
“Oh, I do think you should watch some more. I think she is enjoying it!” The man retuned his focus to his binoculars. The young April Summers was back on her feet! What more, she seemed to be smiling!
“How did she-?” the man was able to stammer out before another burst of green energy erupted from the turret. April was pushed back slightly again, but she seemed to take the second shot better. And the third shot a few seconds later.
“So…”The man said somewhat out of breath. “So if this, er, laser-beam-“
“Energy-mass Emission.” The Boss corrected.
“Yes, that. So if what you said doesn’t, er, kill her, what does it do? Bounce off of her?”
“No. Miss Summers is absorbing them. See? Take a look for yourself.”
The man looked back and was startled by what he saw. April was still standing, as she was still continuing her presentation, but she was standing taller. Quite taller, in fact. A good meter taller. “My God…” She was very pretty before, but now he could she much more of her. Her skirt, formerly knee height, was hardly covering her upper legs. Her mandatory GrO inc lab coat had lost a few buttons as it stretched to cover her torso. To the man’s surprise, she had apparently chosen to use a mandatory GrO lab coat instead of a proper shirt, giving all a fair view of her large bosom. Oh her generous carriage! Every burst that came near her upper body sent those glorious orbs rippling, possibly causing a button to fly away to its demise.
“Tha-That is…I am totally…You have…” The man stammered.
“Thank you!” replied the Boss.
“This…How is this possible?”
“Easily enough. Those Energy-mass Emissions going into her are absorbed. She then changes the energy absorbed into mass. Took us a while to figure out how to do it, but it is pretty easy once we got it. Anyway, she takes the extra mass and, well, gets more massive. Bigger.”
“Extrodinary!...” The turret was shortening the time between bursts. She continued to swell larger with each impact she took. She looked down and tried to compare herself to something to see how big she had become. Unfortunately, the only thing near to compare herself to was the smallish turret. Seeing no good way to gage her progress, she simply focused on her ever shrinking clothing. Her skirt, or rather some torn fabric that looked like her skirt, was doing such a bad job at covering her expanding hips. It was not certain whether she had decided to put on undergarments or whether they had broken before her other clothing. Either way, April blushed slightly, as any lady would, as the man surveyed her nether-regions and giggled to herself, as any enlargement-loving presentation lady would have. Her subtle laugher may have proved itself too powerful. The quake generated by her bouncing bosom strained her mandatory lab coat far to much. The final mandatory button, as if to say “Screw this”, flew off the garment and liberated her bountiful breasts. As she stood there in all of her glory, her beautiful face, wonderful body, and gleeful attitude, that final button could rest assured that it’s sacrifice was indeed a noble sacrifice. That is if the button could think, which may or may not be true.
Still, the turret did not stop. It continued with a never-ending number of green bursts. Faster and faster it fired at her, causing her to grow taller, expand wider, and smile broader. She kept growing larger and larger, now past the need for binoculars to see her clearly. She was magnificent, and only becoming more so with each passing second. The power she must have possessed, her size was extraordinary, and her beauty, that was now beyond words. And yet, there was still something a bit off about her. She had been poking around herself a little, almost fidgeting. Wanting something but not quite ready to ask for it. Like a child who wants to play while still in class or a man who wants to ask a lady to a dance or a scientist who just wants to throw a live rabbit into the nuclear furnace, even though it is probably not a good idea.
After a time, April finally moved from her point in the center of the Tripple V LDLR and approached the confident Boss and the somewhat intimidated man. As she got closer, both could see how truly titanic she was. With only a few paces could she walk over to SC and, if the SC was not safely locked into place with safety anchors and safety sensors and other safety equipment she could have easily picked up the whole glass room. All the while, the turret never lost sight of its target and continually fired disk after dist into April’s plump behind.
April squatted down, once again demonstrating her awesome height. Her face was closer to the glass box, and the man was left to marvel at her, mouth agape. April smiled and looked at the Boss. Her expression was peculiar. Such a cute pouting could only be compared to a 30 meter puppy. She moved and closer and mouthed something to the Boss. The Boss smiled and gave a thumbs-up gesture. Her smile brightened even more, she clapped her hands slightly in excitement, and she began to stand up again at her full magnificent height.
“What did she say?” The man puzzled.
“’Can I?’.” replied the Boss. He smirked at the man’s confused expression and simply pointed out the SC’s roof. The man craned his head to see what must have been the most wonderful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. High above them, the fabulous April Summers was stroking her ever growing body. Her hands, her formally graceful petite hands, were measuring up her waist and squeezing her glorious breasts. They explored further down her hips, around back to her bountiful backside. The soon doubled back to her front where they crept closer to her enlarged unmentionables. As the two met, an almost electric surge seemed to jump through April’s body. Her eyes flashed with pleasure and complete joy and her mouth opened to release what must have been a loud gasp or moan. Her legs were giving way momentarily and April struggled to deal with the pleasure and the important task of standing upright.
“You see,” the Boss explained to the man, who’s attention was understandably on the presentation, “Miss Summers gets…how do you say…excited about her work. Very enthusiastic, as you can see. Normally, we shouldn’t let her do these things during a presentation. We are professionals, see.” A few gallons of juices fell to the side of the SC. “But you are the only one here, so I figured we would go for a more casual environment.” The man didn’t acknowledge that the Boss even spoke. He was too absorbed by April’s absorption, you could say. She was continuing her message, drawing circles around her lips. Her face was one of absorption, she was clearly focused on her work and nothing else.
Her whole body was absorbing. Disks flew out of the contraption and into her body at a machine-gun pace. She was growing still, and showed no sign of trying to show a sign to stop. Higher her show rose, re rhythm quickening and her legs trembling more. Even the SR felt a few tremors from the colossal woman stroking herself.
She couldn’t take it any longer. She plunged two of her fingers into herself, letting out a scream that could almost be heard through the heavily soundproof Super-Glass. Her legs weakened more. She needed to sit down to continue her work. She tried to lean against the wall/ceiling of the Triple V LDLR only to find that she was almost as tall as the structure. With little other choice, she slammed onto her knees, creating a mini earthquake in the process. The man was startled, but no less intrigued by this development. The presentation, the interesting bit, was now clearly in front of him now, just about 200 feet above him anyway. Her fingers continued their work, sliding in and out of her mammoth slit. Her cries clearly audible, her motions felt in the very room, all of it was working to a most spectacular climax.
And then it was over. Her eyes crossed for a second, her breathing slowed and her movements stopped. A smile of heavenly bliss crept across her face. She let out a satisfied sigh and removed her fingers, releasing a few gallons of left-over juices. Her eyes flickered. She swayed back and forth. And then with a terrible thud, she fell backwards, completely asleep as though she was in a Very Very Very Large Dome-Like Bed.
“Good work, Miss Summers. You deserve some rest.” The Boss said and hit the Super Red Button of Stopping for the turret. He turned to his guest. “So, how was the presentation?” The man said nothing but a slight squeak as he continued to stare at the magnificent creature outside the nigh-undestroyable glass. There was silence in the room for the longest time. “Er…you see we need a little funding to get some kinks out of things.” The Boss broke the butter-thick awkwardness. “Transferring the mass is a bit violent at this point. Some of it goes to structural repairs.” The man made little notice of the Boss’s statements. “You see, sometimes she gets a little out of control. Miss Summers is a gentle person, by all means, but she just loses herself sometimes and…well…back on subject, the money.” He placed his arm on the man’s shoulder, breaking him out of his trance.
“The…Oh…ahem…right…that..er…”
“You see, we were asking for roughly ? ths of a million American dollars, but, well…given that we were expecting a few more people it would be appreciated if we could have a little more.”
The man pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. “Here is a check with my name on it. Take as much as you want.”