Page 1 BF0254-Heather-Controlled Freak

            Panel 1 Heather is still sitting on the bench, one hand
            rubbing her forehead like she's dizzy. There are a few
            lingering magical sparkles around her head, not too
            noticeable (they're fading away). The faerie is hovering
            nearby. Her every speech balloon is smaller and smaller,
            and the text gets smaller, like it's said in a tiny and
            tinier voice.

                              HEATHER
                    Ah... So what were we talking
                    about?

                              FAERIE
                    Forget about it.

                              FAERIE
                         (cont'd; smaller print)
                    Tee hee

                              FAERIE
                         (cont'd; smaller print)
                    Get it?

                              FAERIE
                         (cont'd; smaller print)
                    Ah, guess not.

                              FAERIE
                         (cont'd; smaller print)
                    Never mind.

            Panel 2 Heather is getting up from the park bench, her
            hands pushing up her heavy boobs as she does. She's
            looking at the faerie, not really noticing what her hands
            are doing. The faerie has a big grin.

                              HEATHER
                    Okay, let's go, I have to find
                    myself another job.

                              FAERIE
                    Sure, sure, that should be fun.

            Panel 3 Heather is looking down with shock as her hands
            pull her robe down her torso, her boobs (with just a hint
            of aureolae) struggling to squeeze out of the narrow
            opening. She's looking down at her half-naked torso,
            blushing and shocked.

                              HEATHER
                    What do you--

                              HEATHER
                         (loud)
                    HEY!

                              FAERIE
                         (no balloon)
                    giggle

            Panel 4 Heather, eyes closed, blushing furiously now, is
            giving her boobs a rough massage (they're squished and
            asymmetrical). Her dress is now down to her waist,
            dangling down. The faerie is smiling next to her, amused
            by Heather's self-molestation.

                              HEATHER
                    Oh... No... no no no...

                              HEATHER
                    M-make it stop, please...

                              HEATHER
                    Mmm... Gonna... Gonna...

                              FAERIE
                    You're so weird!