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What Happens in Chapter 3 of "Heather's Metamorphosis"?

What's to come? Why, that's up to you. This poll will be open to all Patrons who subscribe to the "Heather's Metamorphosis" tier.

This poll will run through this Wednesday, December 12, 11:59 p.m. Then, I'll get to work on the next chapter as you've decided it!

So what happens to our heroine? Let's find out.

Heather's Metamorphosis, Chapter 2 - Reflections

The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar when Heather slammed it open with her shoulder. Her arms were occupied as she pressed them into her breasts in a vein attempt to reign the violent swaying that threatened to topple her over as she lurched quickly down the hallway. Through sharp intakes of air, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as a dizziness began to fall over her like a pale fog. Her new weigh aside, she felt a lightness in her head — was she going into shock?

A...

Shit, is that a smile?

While I've been sitting here waiting for my computer to stop being a derp (OS issues), I went back through some pictures on my phone and stumbled across this one. A great many of you have asked me why I don't smile more often, so when I saw this one, I got a chuckle and decided to post it.

There are a few reasons (you'd be a whole lot prettier if you smiiiiled moooooreee...!!!):

— I've been told that I have a really cute "resting bitch face," so I try to roll with that whenever ...

Update on Chapter 2

Hello, my lovelies! First of all, I'm thrilled that so many of you have decided to support me at this tier! This is a really fun story to work on, and I'm actually having a lot more fun with the "you choose the direction" element than I thought I would.

So it's with a bit of a headache (not too dissimilar from our protagonist) that I report some good news, bad news, and then, some more good news.

Good news: chapter 2 is going great, and I have a feeling a lot of you are going to f...

Oh là là!

No bloviation tonight, my lovelies. It's just that a number of you (I'm guessing) are still recovering from the holiday (oh, the mixed blessings of family time!), and since I'm a little tipsy anyway, I thought I'd make ya' something fun. :-)

Puissiez-vous rêver profondément de choses... jiggly?

What Happens in Chapter 2 of "Heather's Metamorphosis"?

So hopefully, you've read chapter 1. And even more hopefully, it whetted your whistle for what's to come. 

And what's to come? Why, that's up to you. This poll will be open to all Patrons; each poll after this, and each following chapter, will be available to those who subscribe to the "Heather's Metamorphosis" tier.

This poll will run through this Sunday, November 25, 3 p.m. Then, I'll get to work on the next chapter as you've decided it!

So what happens to our heroine...

"Heather's Metamorphosis" Chapter 1: Morning

The last vestiges. A flickering of images caught on the precipice between asleep and awake. A man in smoke filled room. A sense of excitement. Trepidation. A window. The man’s face wasn’t visible. He was hidden in the shadows.

“Care for another drink, dear?”

She was floating. Sitting, but floating. An orange jacket, hanging on a hook. Outside the window, a street. Cars passing by. Trees. But high up, on the top floor of some skyscraper. There were others in the room. But s...

Oh, and by the way...

This just so happens to be my go-to "let's get comfy and start writing" position. Bras a great and all, but nothing beats the comfort that comes with just letting the girls fall asleep in your lap. #bigboobsolutions to #bigboobproblems.

A New Tier, for the Story Lovers.

To those of you in the States, a Happy Thanksgiving. I am not currently in the States, but I’ll be making merry with a bottle of brandy; come this afternoon, I might rustle my ass off to the kitchen to make some of Heather’s Famous Home-Made Stuffing (I don’t have sage… That’s the tricky part, but I’ll figure it out).

I’ve mentioned this in the past, but I’ve developed an affinity for what the more tea-totling among us might refer to as “erotic romance.” Deep within ...

I could already use the help of some engineers...

This is a fun illustration, courtesy of @aloysiuseroticart. He gets bonus points for re-creating my favorite pajama bottoms (and a few more for giving me the Michelle Obama arms I've always wanted). 

If you'd like to see the topless version, it's available on the "color" tier of his Patreon page — patreon.com/AloysiusEroticArt. Who knows? If you follow me, it might mean that you're a fan of, a-hem, some pretty untraditional bodies, which just so happens to be what this gent speci...

The "Infamous" One

Ok, maybe not infamous. But this is the one that got banned and earned me a strike on Youtube! And in less than an hour, which I assume, in certain circles, makes me a big-boobed badass.

My Friend Andrea, Part 2

“Any technology, significantly advanced, is indistinguishable from magic.” - Arthur C. Clarke

Any woman, presented with far too little time on her hands to clean her filthy-ass 700-square-foot apartment, is capable of some magical fucking shit.” — Heather Beck

I had been sweaty, but managed to afford myself a few moments to take a rinse in the shower I hadn’t scrubbed, because shower curtains mask all manner of sin. But now, I was clean-ish. My hair was...

The "Where Did the Week Go" Blues

You ever have one of those weeks? It's Sunday night, and you're all like, "Okay, tomorrow is Monday. Yeah. I am going to destroy this week like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill." Then, all of a sudden, it's Friday, and you're like, "Huh. Clearly I have gone through a wormhole." I think we've all been there. 

But I simply could not let the weekend commence without a penitent, pertinent, physics lesson. In this case, something I call "The Early Effects of Gravity on the Unconstraine...

This is kinda fun...

It may not come as s surprise to a lot of you that I wear T shirts kinda funny. But as a denizen of the early 2000s, I have an affinity for a good old fashioned graphic tee, and wore a great many of them proudly, especially before the boobies went haywire.

"Back in my day, we wore our personalities on our shirts, before the rest a' ya' whippersnappers came along and started wearing suspenders and eating the avocado toast..."

Fast forward a little. A cool T shirt company reached out...

Feliz Día de los Muertos

Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, 4th of July... they all have a special meaning, because I've had ones that were a lot of fun.
Context and perspective change. No foul to these holidays. But more recently, I've found a great deal of solace and opportunity for reflection in the Latin-American tradition of the Day of the Dead.
What a magnificent yearly ritual — the opportunity to take a night to remember the people in your life who are responsible for your being here. The ones whose s...

Them Videos, Right?

Yeah, I just noticed that "permissions" stuff that some of you have been experiencing with videos on Google Drive too. 😠 I'm working on it... thinking I might just splurge the $6/month on a Vimeo account (hey, you kind folks are each pitching me $6/month, so it only seems appropriate). Consistency, ease of access, and I don't have to worry about overlords.

Thing is, I've mainly been posting short stuff so far, but I actually have some fun ideas for longer videos rolling around in my he...

So, Happy Halloween?

UPDATED WITH A NEW LINK! (I gotzed me a Vimeo account.)

It kinda snuck up on me this year. I'm more of a Dia de los Muertos gal, so here I am, without a costume (if I would have had a little more time and a LOT more makeup, I would have appropriated (more like appreciated) the glorious culture of Mexico and donned a La Catrina motif.

In lieu of that, I'm just slapping a filter onto a NASA shirt video that's as close as I could find to the old-school idea of "spooky." But, hey, boobies. (...

That face when...

...you felt bad for missing your self-imposed deadline last night, so you decided to do something nice for your patrons, like posting a fun (nipple-free?) video on YouTube that was taken down in less than an hour, earning you a "strike" (whatever the hell that means), ultimately leading to mass confusion and pandemonium in the streets. 

It's a shame, because I thought it was a fun video. Boobies, however = the devil's work, at least as far as YouTube's Terms of Service are concerned. ...

A Preview of Tonight's Posting...

It's gonna be a doozy, in a 🤣/😰 kinda way.

Writing break.

Desperately trying to wrap some writing, but damn my dyed-in-the-wool mastery of the fine art of procrastination!

So, fucking with some filters. On the upside? I look kinda like a Van Gogh painting. On the downside? Don't zoom in too close to my face, because it made me look wrinkly as fuuuuuck. So I hope y'all don't mind that I look (shudder) a little like my mom... 😭

Warts and all, people. Warts and all.

A Soliloquy on Fucks (Or, Happy Monday!)

"My candle burns at both ends; It shall not last the night. But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends — it gives a lovely light!" — Edna St. Vincent Millay

There's a certain benefit to pretending to not giving a fuck. It's something I've been slowly trying to learn over these last months, these last years. Fucks, you see, are heavy things, and we carry bags of them around with us — some more than others. Some of these fucks are so big, that a single one can fill a knapsack. And t...

The Maestro

Ernie Barnes is probably my favorite American artist. He worked primarily during the '60s and '70s (though kept working until he passed away in '09).
He's best known for his lively, detailed, movement-fueled scenes depicting African-American culture during his youth and upbringing (he was born in '38). The scenes are humble ones, strewn with elongated figures — dozens of people — expressing an immutable sense of passion. A quick Google search for "Sugar Shack" will give you an idea of the...

The Full Shebang

Disclaimer: it does occur to me that I've been posting a bunch of illustrations on here lately. But when it rains it pours, and frankly, I've been flattered by the cool artistic folks who have volunteered to render me. It's just kinda fun, and is kind of a confidence booster — I think I can feel myself getting closer to the point where I'll feel comfortable sitting for an art class at some point (as a friend once recommended, and which at the time [in the not-too-distant past] seemed mortifyin...

Lifting the Veil

The more/less classical version of that lovely illustration from last week (read: nude-er). I do like how Old Worlde it makes me seem. Though I do suspect that if more European masterpieces carried the same... features... people would spend a bit more time in museums. Might be for the best?
I'm not sure how seriously folks would have taken Vermeer if "Girl with a Pearl Earring" had enormous breasts.
Still, I do like this, for all its idealism.

Some Of You I Am Meeting For The First Time

That blue plaid top, rendered in glorious monotone.

In any case, it's a pleasure. Consider this a small celebration, as I finally filed my taxes. Hooray, extensions.

The Hero The World Deserves

So, I got a little froggy with this one. It might have become abundantly apparent to some of you that my skills with visual artistry aren't necessarily... astonishing. 

Toss that in with that a couple of new apps for my phone that have all sorts of goofy filters, and I feel like I'm forgetting that old axiom of "creativity lying within the limitations." 

But it's fun, toggling with sliders and seeing how I can bring a sense of "drama" to my otherwise lackluster photography. In ...

DYC

So, in Spain, there's the brand of hooch. It's called DYC. It costs about 10€ a bottle, which isn't bad. It's also pronounced, colloquially, "deek," which to me, sounds like "diiick," which does tend to bring my 13-year-old boy sense of humor out from hiding. 

The closest thing I can compare it to is a particularly floral Lowland single malt with a slight stringent quality, albeit (spelled it right that time!!), but nothing unpalatable. There's a sweetness to it, which makes sense — i...

New Avatar (in progress?)

A few of you have asked, so here it is (so far, anyway — not sure if it's done yet? Surprises!).

The kind fella who made this image has told me that I can share, but I haven't yet gotten clearance to share his name.

Suffice it to say, I really like it a lot — kinda feel like it captured my soul a little. This style of drawing has always been captivating to me — never thought I would be the subject though!

Thought I'd let y'all have a peek. :-)

Comment of the week. Part 1

So, this is something that I think would be cool to start. If at any point it becomes too redundant, let me know.

But here's the thing. As a woman on the internet a (WOTI?), you do, in fact, open yourself up to any manner of lewd, lascivious, strange, inappropriate, and odd commentary. I will say, that since this whole experiment began, of putting myself (busty version) out there, that the majority of the feedback has been... great. The vast majority of folks are inquisitive (which is ...

This time tomorrow.

This time tomorrow what will we see /
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets /
I don't know where I'm going / I don't want to see /
I feel the world below me / looking up at me /
Leave the sun behind me/ and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by /
I'm in perpetual motion / and the world below doesn't matter much to me.

I swear I'm not being morose or suicidal or anything. I just like the lyrics. It's my "dance stupidly to different covers of it" on Youtub...