“Boobachu, I choose you!”
A good friend of mine was hanging out with me while I made this comic, and she asked me if my boobs are really shaped like that. I had to admit I’m pretty bad at drawing boobs and could use some more practice, but neither am I going to sit on a comic until it’s perfect. I’d never make any comics that way!
Then I decided it’s a cartoon boob anyway and it can do whatever the fuck I want. But no, my boobs hang low like any normal boobs do, and I definitely drew them more grapefruit-y than anything else here.
I went on to describe my boobs as lumpy, tentacled eldritch horrors with a small god that lives between them, subsisting solely on lost kernals of popcorn. It seems as plausible as anything else at this point.