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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@loveairbaggirl22
It's been a long time since I've done a comic. And this time with words!
(Well, technically, this is a manga page read from right to left. I also included the raw scan of the original drawing before I made the final edit.)
Anyway, it's just a silly little love story about a divorced mom and her 1958 Plymouth Fury.
Christine and Leigh Cabot © Stephen King
So...how did AS and I get roped into this?
Well, I, AG, work for a company called AB Limited. Among our many business ventures, we specialize in airbag tailoring. People can come in and design their own airbag by choosing the shape, size, whether to have it inflate in a crash or inflated at all times, etc. I work in the PR department, publishing testimonials with accompanying illustration from our clientele over the years. However, once in a blue mood, I attend trade shows. That's where I met AS from IATA.
Recently, our companies were looking to pursue a sound business arrangement. AB Ltd. wanted to license IATA airbags for airbag tailoring. IATA thought it was a wonderful idea, but wanted AB Ltd. to prove that the future product was safe. An obvious, reasonable request. AB Ltd. manufactured and tested the prototype airbags in house, but afterwards is the real test. At IATA.
AS and I were asked by the IATA head if we would be willing to volunteer as crash test dummies. For cross promotion. We said yes.
Good news, the airbags passed the IATA crash test. In fact, it exceeded expectations. The airbags were tailored specifically for me and AS and combined with IATA software and inflator, we were not only safe, but also very comfy.
"It-It's no good. Even with the modification to the steering column, I'm still quite squished behind this airbag. Man if only I can get the airbag to adjust...maybe I need to sit up straight...Yeah, that might help push the air downward..."
Yeah...even after all this time, driving with an airbag deployed on you...All I'm gonna say is that everyday is a new adventure.
"I don't really get the fascination of you guys watching my streams of me drive around town running errands. Is it just the 'in' thing these days to watch moms do chores?"
I'm sure everyone is aware of Christine through pop culture. Body by Plymouth, Soul by Satan.
Well, in another world, instead of being a massive dickhead Roland D. LeBay was just a pervert. When he passed away, his car ended up in the care of his wife, then a friend of his wife, and then a friend of his daughter. But it would always end up sitting back in the LeBay's driveway as the drivers complained about being uncomfortable in the car.
The new millennium brought some unwelcome change to one Leigh Cabot. Fresh out of a divorce and gaining custody of her kids, the last thing she needed was her Plymouth Voyager's transmission to crap out and leave her stranded on a rural country road. Noticing the house, she walked there to borrow a phone and passed by the red car. The owner was quick to point out the "For Sale" sign, but Leigh grumbled and motioned to the broken down minivan.
"They don't build cars like they use to," the man snorted. "Otherwise, how would Christian still look this good after 42 years?"
Leigh had to concede to that argument and given her main form of transport was destined for the junkyard anyway, got out her checkbook. Driving Christian home was something surreal. The AM radio, cigarette lighter, and smooth ride was a throwback to an era Leigh heard about, but never experienced as she was born in the 1960s. But the lap belts and more importantly the airbag pressing into her body was 1990s lifesaving technology.
And as she drove, she noticed words and cute drawings appear on the white safety balloon. And couldn't help but blush and gently pat the top of the airbag as Christian made her his...
Christine © Stephen King
"It's getting a bit tight down here with my belly growing and all…but if it's in the name of keeping my baby safe…then it's worth it."
Oh dear. Seems like Catwoman couldn't make that turn in time and paid a pretty poofy price.
Another experiment batch.
A few pictures of me experimenting with half computer shapes (airbags and color) and half pencil. I think it turned out well.
Just a fun compilation of pictures I put together with several women getting airbagged,
Enjoy with a side of whatever holiday you celebrate and a happy new year.
I’ve been a busy little girl...
Classic animation from a great artist.
Commission for one of my followers.
Another commission for one of my watchers.
Commission for one of my watchers.
Maidens stuck behind their airbag in their car.
A really perverted airbag decides to have fun with a not so amused girl.
