Well, I finally let Malissa, my not-so-Compaq Pappysario, join Silva, my not-that-Sharp-but-extremely-Mobilon, in the PC pet cemetary. Other than a cute and perky hedgehog I adopted from my sis, which would later be immortalized as Emily Twinkies, I've never really owned a living pet. From running away from home to my job at Rexam Graphics to field ops with the Marines, Malissa and/or Silva has been everywhere I've been except for Bootcamp. Well, as of 9/21, an as of yet unnamed, much (6.4 times) more powerful desktop has taken over Malissa's spot.

Silk takes a semi-superdeformed Frostbyte into the RL world (sort of) Christmas Carol-style. The original consept of an overstuffed vore-ish dog getting ready to take down another dog on a leash, only with lots of extras and huskies. It was also a good opertunity to draw humans, and like most of the other pics I do, this one got stale in my opinion about a day after a finished inking it. It's nice, but I think I overkilled it with ideas and lost any over all meaning.

This is like post-UB. The one where the female sticks a garden hose up her muff and inflates her womb to the nth power. Well, Roadkillmark/Missy asked for a diaper inflation pic, but I think I screwed up her request by making the kitten thin again. I just wanted to excentuate the other areas.

This started out as just a simple side view of Toodles Poodle, but at the end of the month after doing the huskies pic and then my laptop dying, I came up with this idea. Thin people aren't miserable. Thin people that live off good cookies and opinions of others are miserable. That and my sis once had a bad experience with a modelling agent, but she's a hell of a lot more strong-willed than I am.