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Kinky Call Center - 02

Another cute idea I had, and admittedly a more realistic one.

First Date - 03

Somehow, this never got posted, even though it was completed. I'm not sure what happened there. At any rate, I am back to working on writing and comics!

Kinky Call Center - 01

A tongue in cheek comic meant to be comedic. I've spent more years working in call centers than I care to admit. This was an idea I had ages ago about what it would be like working at a call center that answered calls where kinky things happened and the person calling in was clueless.

Honeymoon Suite - 01

A little different from my normal comics. I don't do MPreg often. Still, it's one of my kinks, though it's more I wish that I personally could get pregnant as opposed to being into men who become pregnant.

Quick Update

So, I'm caught up on all the non-Patreon postable content (or am about to be). Next up will be the poll wins from the November poll. The poll was between "Kinky Call Center Support" and "Honeymoon Suite. For the former, people call in for kink help and they get more than they bargained for. For the latter, couples visit a honeymoon suite only to have their kinky desires made real. Once I do a couple of those, I'm going to get back to Into the Wilderness and try to finish it off.

Lab Boss Bimbo - 02

Just in under the wire. A fun, two-part comic.

Paralegal Transfer - 02

And that's the end of some just desserts. A huge thanks for the commission. if you'd like your own custom comics, send me a message via Patreon, Discord, or DeviantArt.

Paralegal Transfer - 01

Part one of two. Thanks to everyone for your patience. I had the flu over last week and, sometimes, it was all I could do to roll out of bed. I've got a couple of comics I should be able to get out tomorrow. Also, I'm part of a game jam that started Saturday. I'm writing music for it, which is also going up on my bandcamp site.

Lab Boss Bimbo - 01

A two-part commission. When a scientist's jealous grad assistant takes matters into her own hands, the scientist will lose her smarts but gain so much more.

Bimbotech Futura - 22

Bimbotech is back. Pacing this out, i think we've got about four or five pages to go to finish the story.

Tommy Hated Lester 17-18

Somehow, these were still in draft and never submitted to Patreon. Whoops. They've been done for a while. Sorry about the misordering.

Tommy Hated Lester - 20 and 21 (finale)

And that's a wrap. This was the first commissioned comic that I wrote out in two chunks (1-10 and 11-21) and then kept to the script. It went about half again longer than we expected, but it was nice as a longer-form comic. Realistically, most mainstream comic books are around ten pages per issue. It could have been done in 30, but the story didn't need more. I've got two more commission pieces and some Patreon rewards to go, then back to passion projects.

Tommy Hated Lester - 19

This is going to wrap up tomorrow. Page 20 is a full page comic and 21 is a single panel page to wrap it all up.

The Perfect Spell - 01

Another "Twelve Days" comic. When a vengeful student thinks he's found the perfect spell to take out his mentor, he finds out that perfection isn't always what you expect.

Bubbly Betty - 01 (censored and uncensored)

One of the "twelve days" comics. I did a censored and uncensored version. They wanted a snotty rich girl to be bimbofied with a huge pregnant belly.

Update

I'm sorry that it's been practically radio silence for a week. I have been working on rendering comics. Today I had depression hit so hard it was hard to even think. Imagine getting a job interview for a job you genuinely wanted, that paid what you expected, only for it to turn out to be a scam.

It was all I could do to post about it before curling up and trying to not want to die. I hate the current job market. I want to work. I want to feel valued. I'm just so sick of it.

I'm going to try my best to get out two or three comics tomorrow. I have enough rendered to do a comic or two a day for the next few days. I just feel like crap and it's hard to feel motivated.

Christmas Cookies - 01

Meant to finish this yesterday but the holidays have been a bit busy. One of my twelve days giveaways.

Swelling with the Season - 02

One page left. With the holiday, I lost track of what's been rendered and what hasn't. Given the content, this will be a Patreon / Discord exclusive. Discord will have this next week.

Coffee Corrections - 01

Another one of my "Twelve Days of Christmas" giveaways. This was very straightforward: asshole boss gets his karmic comeuppance.

Tommy Hated Lester - 16

I meant to post this earlier. I realized I hadn't and, as I'm up with leg pain (more acetaminophen to the rescue), I figured I'd try to get this posted. Four-ish pages to go.

Swelling With the Spirit - 01

This is page one of three. In my headcanon, this is in the same universe as "Guaranteed as Advertised". The first page was a Christmas gift giveaway where someone else paid for someone else's page, while the second and third pages were commission. This leads to the second and third pages, which will be Patreon / Discord exclusives.

Candy Girl - 01 and 02

Part of my 12 days of Christmas giveaway. Page 02 will be a Patreon/Discord exclusive.

Hoping I'm Okay...

I will be heading to a prompt care (non-ER medical facility) shortly. I have been dealing with upper leg pain for the last two days that won't fully go away. I will have my phone; however, given that I have no idea what's causing this, I'm letting people know just in case I'm stuck there for a few days. I have comics rendered, but I obviously can't work on them if admitted.

Update: had to go to the ER. High blood sugar, but the muscle pain is probably just due to how I sit at home. Will update as I know more.

Update 2: I didn't get treated for the issue at hand, but the other issue was far more important. My blood sugar was stupidly high. They gave me insulin and an IV of saline, and told me to keep taking Tylenol as listed as long as the pain continues, but not to exceed the listed dose. I've got to get ahold of my PCP tomorrow about an alternative to the insulin that I had been prescribed as I can't afford the one I'm currently on.

Poll Results

So, today I learned that it won't let me edit a post that has a poll so everyone can see it if it was linked to specific tiers. That being said, the last poll was about a Christmas giveaway. For the last eight days and the next six days, I have been and will be giving away full-page comics to patrons at random, limiting one per person. You have until mid-January to claim them. In addition, if you get one of these pages and your idea would take more than one page, you can buy additional pages at $25 as part of that comic.

Tommy Hated Lester - 15

The plot thickens, as does Lisa's bustline. Someone is in desperate need of milking.

If I Only...

Picked up this outfit on the cheap as I couldn't resist the idea. Off to bed. I've got two to three pages rendered that I need to convert, along with some more coding to do.

Inheritance

Candice and Kimberly looked up at the two-story mansion on Jones’ Hill with both excitement and trepidation.  Deep in the North Carolina hills, the colonial mansion was Candice’s inheritance.  By proxy, her wife Kimberly, would likely inherit it should something happen to Candice, though that seemed unlikely.  Both were in great shape.  Candice had been a struggling actress and Kimberly had owned and been the chef of a restaurant but had sold it when Candice inherited the mansion and the money that came with it.

They would only have to work a day in their lives again if they wanted to or were extremely careful.

Still, there was something about the pillared estate at the end of the road that was unsettling to Canice.  She’d barely known her aunt Crystal.  Her parents had rarely talked about her.  Her father had known her in college but said she’d changed once Candice’s grandmother, Cynthia, had passed away.  Candice’s mom, Carmen, had died last year, which is how Candice ended up with the estate.  Her father had been explicitly excluded from it by the will.

Candice and Kimberly had stopped at the local greasy spoon for breakfast and had asked if anyone knew anything about the estate.  With one exception, everyone there that sounded like a native tried to change the topic.  There was one woman, a bookish shrew of a woman, who stopped them as they tried to leave.  “Be careful,” she warned.  “They won’t tell y’all.  The women think the place was some sort of brothel that the menfolk won’t admit to.  Were that the case, you’d think more men would own up to it.  There’s no police record of it ever being raided.  You’d think the cops would salivate to get dirt on something like that in a place as wholesome as Jones Creek.”

“So, what was it then?” Kimberly asked.

“I don’t know exactly,” the woman replied.  “I took a job here in the library so that I could try to track down my aunt Patricia.  She moved out here about a decade ago and was never heard from again.  The only thing investigators could find was that she went to meet the owner of the Jones’ Hill mansion and then was seen a few times before claiming she was heading for a new job and vanishing.  She hasn't been seen since.”

The two women took the librarian’s card before heading to the entry to the estate.  The grounds were kept immaculate and the mansion looked as new as the day it was completed.  “There has to be staff,” Kimberly said, brushing back her raven-black bangs from her eyes.  The young Japanese woman was glad it was winter.  It would be oppressively muggy come summer.  She looked around.  “Yet it’s as quiet as a churchmouse.”

Candice nodded.  The pair got back in their compact car.  They’d left almost everything behind in a storage shed, taking only some clothes, necessities, Kimberly’s Blu-ray collection, their laptops and computers, and Kimberly’s cookware.  Candice put the car in gear and they drove the remaining half-mile up to the front of the mansion.

Getting out the keys, Candice didn’t know what to expect when she opened the door.  The first thing she noticed was the scent of lemon furniture polish.  The second was pink.  Everything was pink, from rose marble floors to pastel pink rugs to the burgundy throws on some of the furniture, which was also upholstered in tea rose pink.  Even the walls were lined with floral faintly pink wallpaper.  Candice shivered.

It wasn’t that she was opposed to pink.  She liked hot pink and was wearing a hot pink t-shirt and salmon skirt, but this was like burying yourself in it.  Kimberly, by contrast, generally wore black and was wearing a band t-shirt and blue jeans.  She stood out in the room like a sore thumb.  “Well, I suppose this was all from the redecorators,” Kimberly said with a smirk.

 “I’m glad you got me to at least enjoy seeing you be a girly girl,” Kimberly continued.  “This makes me want to puke.” Kimberly had always been a tomboy, though her body had done its best to not cooperate.  With large, pendulous breasts and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of, she’d be a bombshell if she didn’t go out of her way to present herself as the computer nerd she was inside.  For once, her bob-cut hair was its natural shade, a raven black so dark, there were hints of blue to it.

They walked around the mansion, exploring it as they did.  “I feel like I need a map,” Candice said as they walked down a long hallway.  As Candice passed a mirror on one of the walls, she froze and then turned back.  For the briefest of moments, Candice swore that her hair had been blond in the reflection.  Looking in the mirror again, her hair was the dark auburn it had always been, still straight, falling past her shoulders.

“Weird,” Candice thought.  “All this pink must be rotting my brain.”

After additional exploration, they managed to find the master bedroom.  This after they found three other guest bedrooms that fit what they’d been told before: that the mansion had been a brothel.  All the rooms had similar pink walls and pink decor.  One of the guest rooms had a four-post bed with metal loops on each post along with what Kimberly had to look up was a St. Andrew’s cross.  Another room had a twin bed and, at the bed’s feet, a pet bed on the floor big enough to fit a woman.  Peeking under the bed, Kimberly pulled out an adjustable harness with two large cups attached.

Hanging it over her chest, Candice realized the cups would go to where a very busty woman’s nipples likely would be.  “A milking harness, maybe?”

“Your aunt was into some freaky shit, Candice,” Kimberly commented.

“Apparently so,” Candice agreed, leaving the harness on the dresser, shaking her head in disbelief.

The next room was the master bedroom.

Opening the door, they were met with the scent of roses and vanilla.  Like the rest of the house, the room was pink from top to bottom and would have been considered to be tastefully decorated, with a king-sized bed, pastel pink silk sheets, a dresser, a vanity, and a walk-in closet, not to mention the huge master bathroom with a standing shower built for three and an oversized bathtub.  

To Candice and Kimberly, this was fine.  The dozens of dildos, buttplugs, and ball gags were another matter entirely.  The outfits in the closet could be categorized as kink, cosplay, lingerie, slutty, or combinations thereof.  There had to be thirty pairs of heels ranging from a two-inch heel to a six-inch platform boots, all in shades of pink.

Kimberly grabbed one of the massive silk bras from one of the walls.  Her eyes almost bugged out at the size.  “36P?  I didn’t realize this was even possible.”

“Maybe my aunt had macromastia?” Candice suggested.  “My mom doesn’t and I obviously don’t,” she added, gesturing at her apple-sized breasts.  Kimberly was bustier than her wife and came from a long line of similarly shaped women.  While she was the only lesbian in her family, she and her sister Jun were similarly busty, with breasts the size of softballs.  Their mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother each had pictures of them having large chests.

“I wish they were totes bigger,” Kimberly thought before replacing the bra in the closet.  She shook her head.  Where did that thought come from?  Sure, while the way Candice pleasured her breasts was one facet of their love-making that she enjoyed, Kimberly tried not to focus on her tits.  Not before now, anyway.  Just thinking about having tits big enough to fit in that bra while Candice played with them made Kimberly wet.

“At least the room doesn’t smell like sex,” Candice said, snapping Kimberly out of her fantasy.

“It could,” Kimberly thought, staring at Candice’s tight posterior.  Shaking her head, she shifted her gaze.  “Why don’t you go find some boxes for all of these ‘toys’ and whatever’s in the dresser?  I’ll go get our bags.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Candice replied.  She headed out of the room with Kimberly not far behind her.  They parted in what they guessed was a living room, though Candice could picture dozens of women in various stages of undress waiting here for people to ask to join them.  She pictured Kimberly wearing a pencil skirt and blouse while Candice was wearing a bra and panties, her legs spread invitingly.

Shaking her head, Candice headed into the kitchen while Kimberly headed outside.

About five minutes later, Candice found the kitchen and a pantry.  Inside the pantry, behind the door, were several folded boxes.  She figured two should be enough.  Carrying it back down the hallway, she saw Kimberly standing in front of the mirror they’d passed earlier.

“Like, do I look different to you?” Kimberly asked before turning toward Candice.  The band t-shirt she was wearing stretched out further around her chest.

Candice narrowed her eyes.  “Kimberly, are you messing with me?  Did you add some padding to your bra?”

Kimberly looked offended by that.  She lifted the black t-shirt up in the front.  She was still wearing the same bra and it wasn’t stuffed.  Her boobs, though, did look bigger.  Candice had spent plenty of time gazing at them.  Before she could stop herself, she set the boxes aside and moved her hands to grope Kimberly’s boobs.

“You just said that so you could play with my tits,” Kimberly said with a mock pout.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Candice retorted.  “Not that I need to do much to get you to let me play with them.”

Kimberly giggled.  “Like, that’s true.”  Her hand went to her mouth.  “Did I just giggle?”

Candice nodded.  Kimberly rarely giggled.  She also hadn’t told Candice to stop playing with her boobs yet.

Taking a step back, Candice brushed her bangs back and grabbed the box she’d set aside.  She pointed at the suitcases.  “Weren’t you on the way to the bedroom?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kimberly said.  She was about to put her t-shirt back down when she changed her mind and took it off, tossing it below the mirror.  “Much better.  We might as well make ourselves at home, right?”

“Right, but that doesn’t mean we need to be slobs,” Candice countered, turning to grab the t-shirt.  The T-shirt was no longer there.  In its place was a burgundy crop top.  “What in the world?”  She turned to ask Kimberly, but she was already making her way to the bedroom.

Candice followed Kimberly back into the master bedroom and folded the boxes once inside.  Setting them on the bed, Candice reached for one of the many dildos in the room while Kimberly began to open the dresser.  Much like the walk-in closet, most everything was like something one would see in a porno.  Almost all of it was pink, though there was some black and some racy red.

Candice turned when she heard some shuffling by the dresser, followed by a spurt.  To her shock, Kimberly was now naked from the waist down.  One hand was groping her breast while the other was now plunging one of the large, hot pink dildos into her pussy.  “What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t resist,” Kimberly said between moans.  “How long has it been since you fucked me with a dildo?”

“Two nights ago,” Candice said, her tone dry.  “What’s gotten into you, Kimmy?”

Kimberly giggled.  “I like it when you call me Kimmy.  It makes my brain tingly,” Kimberly said, her hips rocking as she plunged the dildo in and out.  “Fuck, this feels amazing.”

“Is that so?” Candice asked, walking over.  In the box that Kimberly had been filling was the harness for a strap-on.  Wiggling out of her skirt and tugging off her pink tee, Candice leaned over and grabbed the strap-on harness.  She pulled it up around her hips.  It fit surprisingly well, given she hadn’t adjusted it.  “Be a good girl and give me the dildo, Kimmy.”

Kimmy sucked on her lip and then nodded.  She moaned as the large dildo left her achingly empty.  Candice spotted the bottle of lube along with a large butt plug.  The pair had used one on occasion, but never one this big.  “Since you’ve been naughty, Kimmy, turn around and put your hands on the dresser,” Candice ordered.

“Like, okay Miss Candy,” Kimberly said, her tone chipper.  She turned to face the dresser and wiggled her ass at Candice.  Candice smirked at the name as she lubed up the butt plug.  She slowly began to push it into Kimberly’s tight hole, causing her to moan in pleasure.  “Oh, that feels so good in my bum-bum, Miss Candy.”

Candice smacked Kimberly’s ass playfully, causing her to moan again.  A small party of Candice thought Kimberly’s butt was bigger than it had been when they arrived.  Shaking her head, Candice guided the head of the dildo that was still slick with Kimberly’s juices between Kimberly’s legs and between Kimberly’s pussy lips.  

Again, she had a disorienting moment where she couldn’t remember if Kimberly’s pussy had been clean-shaven or not.  Maybe she’d done it this morning.  Still, the look of Kimberly, exposed to her, smooth from the neck down, appealed to Candice.  After all, her body was the same way. Candice moved her hands to Kimberly’s back and unhooked her bra watching the bra slide down Kimberly’s arms.  The dildo filled Kimberly’s pussy as Candice demanded the bra.  Kimberly handed it to Candice only to have Candice toss it on the floor.

Rocking her hips as they’d done many times in their relationship, Candice took control and began to fuck Kimberly from behind.  It wasn’t long before Kimberly was begging to cum.  It was a game they played.  “Wait, it is?” Candice thought.  Her mind focused back on fucking Kimberly.

“I’ll totes do anything, Miss Candy, if Kimmy-slut can cummies,” Kimberly pleaded as Candice pulled the dildo out of her.  Candice spun Kimberly around so she could face her.  Kimberly’s tits had grown larger as Candice had fucked her.  Where they had been softballs, they were each as large as Kimberly’s head.

“Anything?” Candice asked.  “Like, for starters, you will address me as ‘Mistress’ Candy,”  Candice decided she was beginning to enjoy being called “Candy”, just as Kimberly enjoyed being called Kimmy.  She reached for the dildo part of the strap-on and guided it in Kimmy’s slippery snatch before rocking her hips.  “You’re, like, a cum-starved bimbo, aren’t you?  You need to cum and you need me to make you cum, don’t you, Kimmy-slut?”

“Yes, Mistress Candy!  Eager to be fucked.  I wanna cummies so bad.  I’m Mistress Candy’s lesbian fuck-slut!” Kimmy cried out.  “Please make Kimmy-slut cummies!”

“You may cum, Kimmy-slut, but you will do whatever I tell you once you have or you won’t get to cum again this weekend,” Candy said, her hands gripping Kimmy’s wide hips as she plunged the strap-on in and out of Kimmy’s eager pussy.  Kimmy moaned not long thereafter, her body shuddering in carnal pleasure.

Candy stepped back, the dildo sliding out of Kimmy’s pussy.  She reached between Kimmy’s legs and gingerly pulled the buttplug out of Kimmy.  She walked into the master bathroom to clean the buttplug off but intentionally left the dildo that hung from her hips the way it was.  Walking back into the master bedroom, Candy moved to sit on the edge of the large bed.  “Now, Kimmy-slut, I want you to, like, clean off the dildo as if it were a cock.  I know you need the practice.  You already sound like a bimbo slut.”

“But I am a bimbo slut, Mistress Candy.  I’m your bimbo slut,” Kimmy added.

“Yes, she is, but she’s totes not as much of a bimbo slut as I am,” Candy thought, her finger twirling her blonde hair.  She watched as Kimmy crawled over and took the dildo in her mouth.  Candy wasn’t certain Kimmy would be able to suck on the whole thing.  It was at least eight inches long and as wide as two of her fingers.  Without skipping a beat, Kimmy deepthroated the whole thing and began to bob her head up and down, sucking on the dildo before letting it pop free of her mouth and licking up and down the shaft.

Candy knew what Kimmy wanted, and she was going to give it to her.  Leaning back, Candy wiggled out of the strap-on and her panties before reaching back for one of the pillows to tuck in behind her head.  Looking down, her chest was positively massive and initially blocked her view of Kimmy.  She had a hard time judging her boobies as she caressed them.  They had to be at least as big as soccer balls and they were so sensitive to pleasure.  She plucked on her nipples and moaned in pleasure, which then continued as Kimmy licked up and down her pussy.

The last bit of her tried to warn her that this wasn’t right, but the rest of her accepted it.  This was her home and her purpose.  Kimmy was her wife, lover, and pet.  Nothing mattered but sex and being sexy.  Tomorrow, she’d head back to town to get things to reopen her house to anyone who was willing to be part of or to pay for the privilege of enjoying her brothel.  For now, though, the pleasure of Kimmy’s tongue and her new bimbo body were enough.

The spirit of Crystal Jones smiled as her niece continued the family tradition.  Turning into the light, she was greeted by the busty woman she’d spent the last thirty years with, to spend eternity in bimbo heaven.

Tommy Hated Lester - 14

Both versions (Panel 5 is different). The rest of the comic is plotted out and should be done before Christmas.

Tommy Hated Lester - 13

Carol now has the cause she needs to go through with her plan. How will she exact revenge for Lisa on Tommy? Find out soon, though the next page will be an expected interlude where Carol and Lisa get much closer.

December Poll - A Gift Worth Giving

I'd like to give a gift to my Patrons for Christmas. These are the ideas I have. You vote. Highest vote wins. I break the tie. Poll ends on the 12th so I have a day for each of some of the options before Christmas. Each giveaway will be chosen from users active on the day of the giveaway.

Edit: I'm going to start making these polls available to view once the voting is done from here out.