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"Heather and the Farm" - Chapter 2

Chapter 2! 

I won't give away too many spoilers; suffice it to say, Paploman and I (check him out @paplomancomics on IG or here at patreon.com/paploman) have been spitballing some ideas for future chapters... things might get crazy before too long. :0)

In the meanwhile, I hope you like this! The full chapter is attached here.

Spilled Milk

It occurred to me lately that two of the stories I'm featuring on the fiction tier involve lactation. One of those is your fault (haha): "Heather's Metamorphosis" could have gone a few different directions, but I abide by what the people wanted, and lactation won out in the end. I am to please.

The second piece of fiction, my collaboration with Paploman (@paplomancomics on Instagram) has a bit more personal an origin.

It may come as no surprise that I get asked if I lactate, allll...

"Heather and the Farm" - Chapter 1

And so, chapter one is ready! I’ve been looking forward to this… From my remote location, it is kind of a miracle when I get to collaborate with a talented person who happens to be located in a whole different country! The wonders of the modern age never cease.

This story is called “Heather and the Farm,” and it’s about a plucky young woman on an adventure that will change her life forever. The story is written by yours truly, and is a way I'm expressing (har-har) a crazy part...

Danny's Not Here Right Now, Mrs. Torrentz.

In the spirit of sharing my life with you, I realize that there are some mundane elements. I haven't talked about this at any great length, but your girl Heather is a pretty big cinephile.

Here's the deal. I live in the middle of Spain. And when I say middle, I mean in the middle of nowhere. This village is tiny, and dying since the highway was installed, and the possibility of any fiberoptic cable being laid here is slim to none. My Internet, therefore, is dependent upon a small collec...

"The Girl in the High Tower" - Chapter 1

(EDIT — Now with an illustration by the fabulous @hefty_cuties !)

A knock at the door. It hardly ever happened, but it was about time.

Roger put his game on pause and sprung up from the couch. The UPS guy was waiting on the other side of the door, a large box perched on the ground next to him. A few beeps and a messy electronic signature later, and Roger closed the door and walked the large parcel over to the coffee table of his apartment. 

A few min...

All Tied Up (Again?)

Eventually, as you move through this world and this life, you learn certain things about yourself. Maybe, sometimes, you learn the depths of your own compassion. Perhaps the bitter experiences in life give you strength to tolerate what you must and abdicate your responsibilities of the rest. We leave marks on the world; in exchange, the world leaves makes on our bodies, and our hearts, however small.

And sometimes, you learn that you have a weird, kinky affinity with ropes that you don'...

Introducing... "Heather and the Farm"

So, a little while back, I worked with Paploman (@paplomancomics on IG) on the above illustration (I think I posted it a little while back on here, but context and all). It was a one-off, but it was fun to do. He's a chill guy, and his style walks a fine line between playful, eccentric, and hyper-erotic (qualities I can appreciate in good measure). 

We lost touch for a little while, but reconnected recently and decided to work on a collaboration together: something set in the not-t...

I like Susan.

I really do. She (the gal in the images) is the brainchild of a Netherlands-based deviantart-ist Auctus177 (standard disclaimer: the above images are not my work; I don't claim credit for them; illustrative purposes only; I'll take them down if requested; links at the bottom, etc., etc., etc.).

ANYWAY. One of you turned me on to her fairly recently, and I appreciate it. I certainly don't mind it when y'all send me "Hey, this reminded me of you, check this link" messages, but it...

Figuring It Out

My aunt is pretty fucking cool. 

I’m not going to bore you with the full width and breadth of my family dynamics, but suffice it to say, it’s a mixed bag. Not too unlike a lot of families, I suppose. Thanksgiving dinners with their moments of tension; that one uncle who’s always trying to get his shit together; a cast of eccentric cousins with kids of their own who are just starting to get into trouble. 

I moved after college, so aside from keeping in touch with th...

Conversing With The Large-Breasted Female: A Primer

It’s actually a question I’ve gotten every now and then, and usually, it’s asked with an elevated level of cautious respect, and I appreciate that. 

Have you ever met a woman who is, well, pretty damned busty? I’m talking the last two percent on the bell curve — the kind of woman who flunks out of Victoria’s Secret. She’s her own group’s “You know, So-And-So... with the Boobs.” (A nickname that does lend itself to many a mediocre Instagram handle.)

Chances...

What Happens in Chapter 5 of "Heather's Metamorphosis"?

[You guys are in some serious need of catchup chapters — so let's blast through some more of this story before the end of the month!]

The best laid plans, as they say. Heather just wanted to help her friend, but now both of our heroines find themselves victim to an... unexpected quality of their odd transformations. 

This kind of stuff can really affect a friendship... Wonder what happens next?

Heather's Metamorphosis, Chapter 4 - Threshold

Kneeling next to Kathryn, Heather grasped her prone friend by the shoulders. A few quick shakes caused Kathryn’s head to bob loosely on the carpeted floor. Aftershocks of breathy moans emitted from Kathryn’s mouth as her tongue traced its way along her lips, like a thirsty, sun-stricken wanderer.

Kathryn’s eyes were still only half open as she recovered from the violent episode of bliss she had just experienced. Her exposed breasts rested atop her chest, like two grapefruits that ...

Hand-Me Backs

You know what a hand-me down is, right? It's a piece of clothing that is passed on from an older kid to a younger kid, or from one generation to the next. 

In my case, I ended up with a few pieces of clothing that I handed down to... myself. One such piece is this flowy skirt that still serves the purpose, but does a much better job as a coverup. Throw a cardigan over it? I could even get away with wearing this out in public. Though I'd probably have to throw in a bra, because cust...

The "R" Word

When I was in high school, there was a girl named Brittney Smith, a name that’s common enough that I don’t feel the need to change it to protect the innocent. Brittney was big into gymnastics; she was about 5’3” but would pound about 2,000 calories a day with a can of tuna in between meals because she would burn every single one of them with a workout schedule that was downright Olympian. Three hours a day, six days a week, and nearly every weekend spent out of town at a competition. ...

Space on the Table

Another addition to a small series I've stumbled into concerning a question I hear time and time again. How the hell do I get comfortable? 

When I'm doing work at my desk, this is not my typical go-to position. There's a whole lot a big fluffy lap pillow can accomplish during the (vast majority of the) time I choose to go braless, so the girls typically chill out that way. 

But sometimes, when I really want to give my back a break, I flop 'em up in front of me. It doesn'...

Settling In For One More Episode.

I've spent the Sunday partaking in a well-deserved binge fest of my all-time favorite show. No longer on Netflix (not here, anyway), but I took the liberty of... obtaining all four seasons on my computer. So I'm (kinda) Netflix-and-Chilling... with myself? It's all good.

As I recall, when I got this computer, it came with a little remote, which might be helpful in flicking from episode to episode. But I have no clue where the little bugger is, so every time an episode is over, I get off...

Shit, it's cold.

It's freezing here. Literally. Now, as many a woman will tell you, boobies tend to get chilly to begin with. Especially big ones. I'm not sure if you know this, but breasts aren't typically supposed to be this size, and while my circulatory system is in fine shape, that's a lot of flesh to keep warm.

So on a night like tonight, when keeping the girls toasty is particularly difficult, I decided to get clever. I have a couple of hot water bottles, the rubber kind with the screwtops that y...

Full-length

I said I would "save it for later" on Instagram. But I figured, what better place than here, for all of you? I believe this is still a work in progress, and I'm excited to see what further iteration could come of it. But for now, this is a fun, very well-done rendering, and heck — there is something flattering about having yourself put to paper. ☺️

Courtesy of @antonyzeta50

The Struggle is Real

There comes a point in every woman's life (and it's usually once or twice a year) where she takes her hair into account. For some of us, its the spontaneous urge to take a stab at cutting our own bangs (and the panicked appoint with a qualified professional the next day to fix what we did to ourselves). For others, it's a dye job, or a permanent wave, or wanting to shave the side of your head like 2019-01-14 21:34:22 +0000 UTC View Post

What Happens in Chapter 4 of "Heather's Metamorphosis"?

Quite a predicament, what with our heroine's problems compounded by the appearance of her best friend — with absurdity of her own to contend with!

So what happens next? Let's find out.

Heather's Metamorphosis, Chapter 3 - Disrobing

As they stood on opposite sides of the threshold, their eyes took in the full effect of each other’s conditions before locking. Kathryn saw Heather’s furrowed brow and wide stare returning hers. As for Heather, she looked into two bloodshot eyes punctuated by dry cascading streaks of last night’s mascara. 

Heather hadn't known what to expect before opening the door, and if she were honest with herself, she hadn’t dedicated much mental energy to doing so. Given her friend’...

Vertigo

I think it's pretty safe to say that this shirt should be officially retired. It's too bad. I like this shade of green. 

Just a little something while taking a quick break from... things. There was a chair there, so I said, What the hell. 

I Bump Into Things, Sometimes

Yesterday, something terrible happened. A perfectly lovely bottle of wine (because isn't all wine lovely, at the end of the day?) got bulldozed. 

It was on the countertop, and I turned left when I should have turned right. Zigged, when I should have zagged? In any case, the damned thing went over, spraying its goodness everywhere, and I dragged it under my tit for a moment before instinctively backing away. Then, crash to the floor. 

It's not the first time something lik...

Often Imitated, Never Duplicated?

Disclaimer: The screenshot of the Instagram account above is NOT of me. I'll explain below, but just wanted to get that out there for those of you who (understandably) might just breeze through and think that I started a backup account, or something. Again, @selinaydinbas is NOT affiliated with Heather Beck Enterprises LLC, nor is it is affiliated with any of my affiliates or subsidiaries (always wanted to say that). 

So, it's recently come to my attention...

Monkey Needs a Hug.

In my continuing effort to explore the medium of "security cam footage," I'm doing a little experimenting. The guy who hid that camera at my old apartment was clever enough so I never noticed the camera in the first place (so good enough, I guess). Nevertheless, my imagination eventually wandered to showing a simple, utterly boring act in my life (gathering some firewood, because this house has no heating downstairs and it gets coooold — 10+ hermit points) from the point of view of a stuffe...

And speaking of Redemption...

You guys deserve a bit more substantial version of that teaser pic I posted a little while back. Bonus points if you can discern the background noise, because sometimes I forget to hit pause on my not-inconsiderable collection of pirated movies. 

Redemption.

It's one of my favorite themes of good literature. I know it's a pretty consistent theme in most of the world's religions, but that makes sense — the yearning for redemption is one of the most pervasive and elusive of all the human-kinds-of-things. Only makes sense that it would seep into our popular culture, our churches, our drawers of hotel rooms. I'm not a very religious person, but as an atheist who doesn't like raining on other folks' parades provided they're trying their best to be a...

Companion Piece

To go along with the cool piece @prizm3dxart did (just posted it to Instagram). The guy works hard and is pretty swamped at the moment, but he and I have had some cool conversations about collaborating on a piece of fiction at some point, which I think would be a hoot. No spoilers, but something about a plucky FBI agent on the trail of an elusive villian. Oh, and probably some boobage. 😜 I'll definitely post updates here as they come. In the meanwhile, I'll plug the fella, because this duo...

Set it and forget it.

I've discovered, fairly recently, that there was a time in my recent life when I was being spied on. I'll spare you the grizzly details, but it involved the boyfriend of a friend, a breaking-and-entering, the violation of some privacy rights that I'm pretty sure are protected by the law, and a small camera planted in my old apartment. Some creepy shit, in short, that made me wonder if there was someone in a florist van parked down the street.

Through a little detective work, I ...

Theseus

So, a long time ago, there was this fella named Theseus. He had a boat. A ship, actually. Over time, the ship got very old and saw a lot of battles. Parts had to be replaced. A mast here, a sail there, a shit load of wood.

One day, somebody realized that every single part on this boat had been replaced, down to the last nail. It was still the same boat… But was it? It served the same practical function, but it no longer bore any of its original parts. Any philosophy majors out there? ...