Outgrowing House - Tumblr Posts

To give you some idea of my haphazard working process: I had the line work done for this picture over two years ago! Sometimes pictures just sit there half finished, until I get the inspiration and motivation to colour them… maybe sit there forever… So, a mini story… Pepper was looking out of the window down onto her patio. It was a glorious summer day and she and her husband Bill were having a garden party. She’d suspected he was having an affair for a few months now, with the young teaching assistant who lived down the street. And there she was, crossing the lawn to the grill, and touching him on the arm. Pepper was steaming. A fucking teaching assistant! How was she ever going to live this down. She turned and stormed downstairs to make a scene neither of them would forget when the strangest thing started to happen. Her shoes suddenly felt very tight, and her summer dress constricted her, hugging very tightly all over. Before she could react her heels broke and her dress split up the side and across her bust. In seconds her head hit the ceiling and she had to crouch down. In a sudden panic she knew she had to get outside. Now downstairs the screen doors onto the patio were the only way she could get out but she had to hurry. She rushed, going from crouching to all fours, towards the light. From the outside the screen doors blew outwards, propelled by an enormous hand, followed by and enormous arm, followed by a voluminous head of dark hair. Pepper looked up at the stunned guests in her garden. She had a momentary feeling of smug satisfaction at the attention, before she realised that she needed to keep going. She crawled forwards, ducking her head and then shoulders through the door when just as freedom beaconed she felt her butt catch the doorframe. Her knees were braced against the floor. She was stuck. But she continued to grow, and the weakest link in the chain was the doorframe and the wall above it, which started to crack and buckle as she pulled herself forwards. Now the party guests were running and screaming. Bill had been trapped beneath her by the flying screen door and was cowering like a scared kid. The little bitch had lept away from him and was running for the comparitive safety of the crowd when Pepper gave a last heave and the wall gave way. Pepper’s arm shot out, hand grasping the terrified younger (and now much smaller) woman around the waist. Pepper grasped the roof of the house with her free hand and slowly pulled herself to her feet. She was looking down at her friends and neighbours gathered in a fightened huddle with Bill at her feet and his tramp in her fist. And she was still growing.