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Mommy Dearest Part 4

Ryan finally confronts Mrs. Campbell...

A Google Photo Album

For anyone who wants to view the whole Mommy Dearest Saga so far I have put all the files into a Google Photo Album you can view here;

https://photos.app.goo.gl/xQs9rk6ZeCGMgc2h9

Also, I do plan on putting these all together as a PDF in the future when it's done. I had also toyed with the idea of maybe coloring and inking it for a more finished version.  

Mommy Dearest Part 3

It's pretty hard for Ryan to convince himself he isn't changing and time is running out to save himself from his mother's life...

Mommy Dearest Part 2

Ryan must have caught a lucky break with that botched spell...

Mommy Dearest part 1

Ryan broke the rules of the spell, but maybe Mrs. Campbell's warning was a bit over exaggerated....

Tentative Update Schedule

Hey hey everyone,

Because I'm still feeling out Patreon and finding what works for  me and youse guys I wanted to try and get a few drawings scanned and cleaned up and ready to upload. I'm working on Image 6 right now, I think. It's right before he cooks dinner for the first time.

I was aiming for uploads on Sunday (with some random ones during the week) but I wanted to ask you guys if there's a specific day you would like some image drops to happen on? Does it matter to you?

Anyways, my first drop will Monday or Tuesday (the blizzard here in the midwest was inconvenient...). Stay tuned! 

Mommy Dearest Teaser Script [Part 2]

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Ryan is frantically texting Mrs.Campbell in his room. Show text bubbles? In the room are his mother’s clothes he wore the night of the ritual.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no…this isn’t happening and that didn’t happen. It can’t happen.

There was no warning. It all felt so natural. Even when it happened Ryan didn’t feel revulsion of shock. He felt a fuzzy warmth in his stomach. He leaned into it. It felt familiar and natural. He wanted it to happen again.

Fuck! No!

Ryan shoved those thoughts out of his head with a vow to get a hold of himself. He was changing far more than he had thought, that much was obvious. He got complacent and ignored how much of Her personality he had taken on. Which was the whole reason he did the ritual. But not this. Not romantic feelings. He can’t BECOME Charlotte. He can’t.

He just needed to be a little more “like her”. That’s all he wanted. A nudge. Not this.

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Ryan is sitting on his bed, head in his hands in despair.

For the rest of the night he shut himself in his room and wouldn’t leave until the creaky floors alerted him that Marc had finally gone to bed. There was still no reply from Mrs. Campbell and he knew he wouldn’t. Not until tomorrow morning, maybe.

In the meantime Ryan resigned himself to another restless night where his mind wouldn’t quiet. He didn’t want to admit that the fear he was feeling was not because of how much like Charlotte he’d become…but because he can’t remember feeling that content.

After high school he couldn’t hold a job and flunked out of community college. Most of his friends had gone to college and were getting ready to start a career. They had actual ambition. Ryan didn’t. He didn’t know why and he didn’t know how to get it. But the last two days he felt…fulfilled? He felt happy.

No. Ryan knew he couldn’t give into that. He wouldn't give into that. Tomorrow….

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He rolls over in bed, we zoom in on his chest, a nipple suddenly swells, hardens and darkens…

First thing tomorrow I’m going to go down to Mrs.Campbell’s house and I am going to force her to reverse the spell before…Ryan didn’t want to think about the alternative. He certainly didn’t want to think about how becoming Charlotte intrigued him.

He climbed into bed, wincing as found a comfortable position. He grumbled

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Ryan is having his coffee. It is the first time we see his hair beginning to take on his mother’s style. His nipples are pronounced. He’s looking out the window.

Ryan waited in bed until he heard Marc’s car pull out of the driveway. The only time he’d heard that before is when he was going to bed after a marathon session of gaming. Today, Ryan was already awake when he left. He wasn’t sure if it was the restless night sleep he got or more of his mother’s habits taking root.

He got out of bed, quickly dressed and was dead set on confronting Mrs.Campbell. She had to be home, her car was there and for some reason he remembered that her salon was closed on Wednesdays.

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Ryan knocks. Door opens and we see Mrs.Campbell. She looks shocked, then amused. She says, “Well, well, well. How are you, Charlotte honey?”

“Not funny”

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Ryan is in Mrs.Campbell’s living room.

“You have to reverse the spell!” Ryan says. Mrs.Campbell struts past him and takes a seat.

“You broke the rules. I told you to be undressed by the stroke of midnight. What happened?!

Ryan begins to anxiously pace, “I don’t know. I - I lost track of time!”

“You lost track of time?” Mrs.Campbell leans forward. Ryan could see she was suspicious. “How ever did you lose track of time, Ryan?”

“I don’t know! I just did! Are you going to help me?”

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MrsCampbell leans in, close up.

“You mean to tell me that you spent the day finding the clothes your mother wore in a specific photograph, performed the ritual, endured the magic as her essence seeped into you and somehow, through some freak accident, you forgot you were wearing heels, pantyhose, a skirt and jewelry? Honey you got your ears pierced just for this and you lost track of time?”

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Ryan is frantic, annoyed. Close up

“Yes! What is this? What are you doing? What is going on, are you going to help me?”

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Mrs.Campbell, she reclines back in her seat.

“Ryan, do you know why I gave you that ritual?” She asks.

“I dunno. Because I needed it. So Marc didn’t kick me out?”

“Ryan. Please. Marc is too sweet to kick you out. Honey, I could have given you a dozen different spells to help with your motivation - -”

“WHAT?”

“- - but do you know why I chose a transformation spell specifically into your mother?”

“You’re a psycho?!”

“Because you wouldn’t have been happy. You lost track of time because the moment you began to sense her essence in you, you began to feel contentment. It gave you something you had been seeking.”

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Ryan is angry.

“I wasn’t seeking to become a woman, Mrs.Campbell!”

“In the two days since you began this journey of yours tell me, how have you felt?”

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Ryan looks stunned.

Mrs. Campbell extends hands a piece of folded paper..

“See? Honey, transformation magic tends not to work when the person who is transforming doesn’t - on some level - want to change. For two days now you have been drawing in your mother’s essence, changing slowly. I can already see traces of Her appearing on your face, on your body. I can sense your feelings for Marc.”

Ryan had no words. His breath was caught in his throat. He hadn’t noticed any of the changes that Mrs.Campbell was mentioning, though as she said that, moments where he caught himself in a reflection rushed back followed with that feeling that something was off. And that he liked it. He shook his head, trying to rattle some sense back into him. Was she right? Did he want to become Charlotte?

Mrs.Campbell reached into a box on her coffee table and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. “Listen, this will end the spell. You will be cut off from Charlotte’s essence and you should begin to return to who you were. But promise me you won’t cast this right away. Change a bit more. Be her a bit longer and then decide. Okay?”

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Ryan is holding the note.

He left. Mrs.Campbell’s in a daze and walked home clutching the counter spell. He decided to cast it immediately when he got home a dozen times only to have his mind drift to the question “what if?”

He got home and went to his room. He felt tired. His body ached (especially his chest). He thought he’d just lay in bed for a bit. Ruminate on this decision. He walked into his room and saw the skirt and top and heels slung over his computer chair and froze.

What if?

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Ryan first touches the clothes. Then a montage of him slowly beginning to dress.

What if?

He had to admit he’d felt great these past two days.

He was happy.

He was content.

Maybe…just for a little bit, Ryan thought. Just to see…

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We see Ryan in full dress.

...if this is who I am going to become.

Mommy Dearest Teaser Script [Part 1]

Mommy Dearest

Teaser Sequence

Story

After his step-father tells him to quit being a lazy townie, Ryan struggles to find the motivation not to just play video games all day. He confides in the neighbor lady, who was once good friends with his now out-of-the-picture mother. She tells him that there’s a shortcut he could take to find the motivation to pick up the house and all it would take is a bit of magic. Hearing “shortcut” Ryan takes it and all he has to do is dress in her clothes for a few hours to “absorb some of her essence”. Hopefully to absorb the way she meticulously kept house and cooked and did all the house wifely things.

There was just one catch, he couldn’t be wearing any of those clothes if the clock struck midnight. In true Ryan fashion he loses track of time but in the seconds before midnight he strips off all of her clothes and saves himself from absorbing too much of her…or so he thought. A single earring remained and he watched in horror as his nails slowly grew until they looked like his mothers. He knew then, what was going to happen.

The next day he frantically calls and texts his neighbor in the hopes there’s some sort of “counterspell” or whatever (he doesn’t know magic) but his texts go unanswered and his calls go straight to voicemail. Ryan is forced to deal with the coming changes by himself…

Notes

• Include frequent photos of his mom in the fore or background so we can see who he is transforming into.

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Ryan’s heart sank as he watched his nails slowly grow, sliding out from behind his finger tips. They were delicate ovals and exactly like his mother used to wear. He stared at them until his denial faded and became frustrated that once again, like he always does, he messed up. He broke the simple rules.

The thing Ryan hated most about himself was his inability to find the motivation to be the least bit productive. He wanted to but there was always a reason why he had to just play video games. Marc, his step-father was serious this time that if he didn’t start pulling his weight he’d kick him out. In his desperation he turned to Mrs. Campbell who lived a few doors down and knew his mother. She offered him a shortcut, one Ryan was really starting to wish he didn’t take.he thing Ryan hated most about himself was his inability to find the motivation to be the least bit productive. He wanted to but there was always a reason why he had to just play video games. Marc, his step-father was serious this time that if he didn’t start pulling his weight he’d kick him out. In his desperation he turned to Mrs. Campbel who lived a few doors down and knew his mother. She offered him a shortcut, one Ryan was really starting to wish he didn’t take.

Mrs. Campbell gave him an incantation and instructed him to put on his mother’s clothes. He would begin to absorb her essence, and take on some of her traits. His mother was a clean freak, loved to cook, and was compelled to keep a tidy house. That, Ryan thought, was exactly what he needed. And all he had to do was wear some girly clothes for a few hours? What a no brainer. Campbell gave him an incantation and instructed him to put on his mother’s clothes. He would begin to absorb her essence, and take on some of her traits. His mother was a clean freak, loved to cook, and was compelled to keep a tidy house. That, Ryan thought, was exactly what he needed. And all he had to do was wear some girly clothes for a few hours? What a no brainer.

But he was to undress before midnight. That was the one rule.

It was the tiny clasp on the bracelet, the complicated zipper on that stupid skirt, it was the idiotic nylons but most of all it was that earring that he had somehow gotten used to. Now, the spell had been cast in full. He was changing just as Mrs. Campbell had warned. He had no idea how long it would be until he changed completely. No idea if it would hurt. No idea if he would still be Ryan when this was all over but he knew he had time to do something about this.t was the tiny clasp on the bracelet, the complicated zipper on that stupid skirt, it was the idiotic nylons but most of all it was that earring that he had somehow gotten used to. Now, the spell had been cast in full. He was changing just as Mrs. Campbel had warned. He had no idea how long it would be until he changed completely. No idea if it would hurt. No idea if he would still be Ryan when this was all over but he knew he had time to do something about this.

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Ryan had only one mission; stop the spell before any more changes occurred. He had somehow avoided any further changes during the night and shortly after Marc left for work he was on his phone, trying to reach Ms. Campbell…but every call was going to voicemail and every text was going unread.

He panicked that morning and spent the hours obsessively checking his phone until finally he realized he had to relax. He had to breathe. He told himself she’d get back to him when she could and he just needed to wait.

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After all, it wasn't as if he was changing all that fast. In fact he couldn’t find any physical changes, apart from the nails, that he was becoming his mother at all. Ryan began to wonder that maybe he wasn’t changing after all. Maybe he got the earring off in the nick of time. Why was it just midnight? If he was “absorbing her essence” why at the very moment that particular clock, in that particular time zone meant that he would be doomed to become his mother? It didn’t make sense!

Maybe he just got a little extra dose of her essence and hell, nails can be cut. So this isn’t a big deal, Ryan told himself, feeling his stress and anxiety melt away.

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Ryan is trying to play video games but he looks annoyed. Around him his room is a wreck.

So Ryan decided to just chill. Play some video games and wait for Mrs. Campbell to call him back with instructions on how to reverse the spell.

One restless hour later Ryan had to admit to himself he couldn’t concentrate on the game. Not with the mess that had accumulated in his room. How long had it been since he picked up, he wondered. Weeks? Months? He told himself he’ll just tidy up a little so he can get back to his game.

But Ryan wouldn’t pick that controller up again.

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He’s vacuuming the house and smiling and dancing.

Two bags of garbage were hauled out of his room and he found himself acutely aware of the clutter that had accumulated, the film of dust on everything, the fact the floors just hadn’t been vacuumed. So he gave into the need to clean that all up.

For the first time he didn’t feel the pressure of an obligation to clean the house. It wasn’t a chore foisted upon him by his mother. He was scratching an itch. A deep itch that Ryan didn’t know had formed. The more he cleaned, the more he scratched, and the more relief he felt. He was on a roll and he didn’t want to stop so…

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…he made dinner. Like actually made dinner! Not just ordering a pizza or warming up canned soup he threw himself into preparing a full meal. It had been getting more contentious. Marc resorted to begging him to help out even one day a week to prepare a meal for them but he was met with only excuses.

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Hint of the furthering transformation.

Ryan went to bed buzzing. He felt better than he had in years. He was productive. Marc loved what he cooked (which was a miracle because Ryan had never cooked before). Tension eased in the house when he saw that Ryan was finally trying. Finally doing something to pull his weight. Ryan didn’t know it was that easy and he felt excited to do it all again tomorrow.

The next morning he woke feeling rested and energized to start the day. He’d never been a morning person but at 8:30am he was up and ready to go. After his coffee of course, which he found strange because he’d start his day with a giant energy drink but the thought of all that sugar turned his stomach.

Suddenly he remembered it had been a day and a half since he botched that spell. He had a moment of panic until he looked in the mirror and was relieved that nothing had happened. He was still a man. He was still Ryan.

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More hints of a transformation. He’s beginning to dress like his mom in her “chore clothes”. Wrapping a bandana around his hair to keep it out of his eyes (even though he doesn’t quite need to…yet)

Ryan knew it was going to take days for him to get this house in order. He anticipated this “cleaning high” to fade and he told himself that’s when he’d play video games. That’s when he’d finally have to get back to normality.

But the high never faded.

He cleaned the floors, organized the drawers in the kitchen, threw out the out-of-date food in the pantry, and cleaned the refrigerator. The filth had never bothered him before. He never even noticed it! He had no idea how he could block it out. How could he be so disgusting?! He was disgusted with the fridge and he was disgusted with him.

Between the cleaning and making yet another dinner for Marc, Ryan never found time to play video games. He had to admit to himself he was finding the distance nice and the thought of all that noise and violence wasn’t something he was eager to get back to. He just needed a little break.

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There are more noticeable changes. More feminine body shape, longer hair. We see this in the mirror but he doesn’t notice.

Two days since the botched spell and Ryan awoke once again, with a checklist of chores he had to get done. Chores that were driving him crazy. The living room closet was jammed with coats and shoes that could go to charity or packed away. The hallway linen closet was about the same. He got up again at 8:30, had his coffee and then started the day once again.

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Somewhere a clock says about 4pm. He flops down on the couch.

The closets were checked off and he was buzzing once again just knowing that things were in their place and tidy and clean. He had a load of laundry in the machine in the basement and was already planning on what to start on for dinner. He was feeling pasta maybe. Something that paired well with a red wine. Ryan didn’t drink wine but for some reason he was finding it appealing.

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He reacts to bumping something with his foot.

But then…

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He reaches under the couch and pulls out some of the clothes he was wearing the night he did the spell. He looks shocked and confused.

He had forgotten that the night he performed the spell, after he stripped out of her clothes in his frenzy he kicked them under the couch. He was so panicked he forgot about them. How could he forget about them? Slowly, as if emerging through a fog, Ryan realized he’d forgotten about his calls to Mrs. Campbell. He just stopped checking his phone. It might be next to his bed.

He had forgotten that he was still turning into his mother.

He struggled to find importance in that thought. He wanted to. He searched for that pit of fear in his gut. He wanted to amplify it, to remind himself of what was happening. But at that moment the only thing he cared about was…

Ryan: “I hope this top isn’t ruined,”

He resolved to check his phone that night, call Mrs. Campbell again before it was too late. He told himself that he was going to avoid this fate.

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Ryan has longer/shaggier hair and slight feminine features. He has a somewhat-feminine posture as he sits at the table with a glass of wine.

The dinner time routine was a distraction. For the first time he and Marc had a real conversation. He’d always been the stepdad and Ryan was distant. He resented Marc in a lot of ways but he was finding it harder to remember why. What he was thinking about now is how Marc didn’t bat an eye when Ryan’s mom left and took care of it and was patient with a stepson that was lazy and disrespectful. He didn’t deserve the hand he was dealt, and he made the best of it.

Like a real man. The kind of man Ryan knew he never could be.

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We see Marc at dinner, kind of confused but happy.

Marc couldn’t understand what had happened to make Ryan suddenly make such a change. The house was getting cleaned, he was making dinner every night - even when it wasn’t his turn - and now he was actually talking and not scrolling Reddit on his phone throughout dinner. Ever since Charlotte just up and left he knew he was lonely but it wasn’t until Ryan came out of his shell did he realize how lonely. The conversation was what he needed. Maybe the kid was finally growing up. But…

…was Ryan’s hair always that long or that reddish? Did he have his mom’s hair color? He couldn’t remember. There was also something about the way he’s been moving. Something different he couldn’t put his finger on. There was a slight shift to his voice, maybe it was more melodic? Then there was his nails that he couldn’t quite focus on but he knew, deep down, they were different.

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Mark is getting up from the table with his dishes in hand and walking toward Ryan who appears maybe slightly buzzed from the wine.

Marc: “You sit, you’ve done enough. I’ll do the dishes tonight.”

Ryan: “Deal.”

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Mark leans in and meets Ryan for a kiss…and they realize what they are doing mid-kiss.

....to be continued.

New Project: Continuing Mommy Dearest

My current project is a continuation of the comic I sketched many years ago that has been up on my Deviant Art where Ryan, a lazy townie, plays with magic and begins to turn into a MILF. 

Because these comics are so time and labor intensive my plan is to create "Sequence Teasers" that are a brief summary and if people are into the idea, or if the mood strikes, I'll expand upon the ideas. Think of the Sequence Teaser like a rough draft and the comic a more narrative focused story that slows the pace down and focuses on not just the transformation but how the characters all react to it. 

That's my plan right now. More to come! 

The Belt by SP2000 on Deviant Art

Written by SP2000. I had a blast doing this one. Definitely more my speed than a lot of commissions I've done. 

Interest in a Discord Server?

What is everyone's interest in one of these? My idea right now (to be refined down the line) is to have a channel for general chat for whatever we want, a channel for sharing transformation images or memes or whatever, a channel where I'd post some things along with what I post here in Patreon. 

Never thought this day would come!

Hey everyone,

For years now I have wanted to draw my own TG and TF art, and  I have been...it's just been for other people and its been their ideas. Which were great and I had fun doing them. But they weren't my ideas.

A few years ago I had a big plan to do a big TG comic. I have the characters, the plot, a whole universe. I was excited. But I could never find the time to actually do it and still do what I needed to do to make cash and survive. So it always got pushed back. My ideas were always taking a backseat which was frustrating but there's only so many hours in the day.

But that project is my white whale. That project is what I want to work on here (as well as several others) and my hopes is that I can take on less TG/TF commissions from other people and use that time to produce those comics here for you all.

I am still finding my way here on Patreon and I want to do more than just one comic at a time. So the loose roadmap going further is is to work on this big story I've dubbed "Flower Power" and then add in scripts for other ideas, shorter comics, sequences, decent sketches I've done. All of that.

My goal is for weekly updates of some form. Ideally it will be art. Even if it's a partially drawn page or parts of a script or something. I have some future plans for some more interactive and exclusive content that I haven't seen anyone else doing. I also want to put things here, first and keep them here for a while before uploading them on other places on the internet. Also, a Discord server. 

Thank you everyone for supporting me and making it possible for these ideas to actually become a thing. I really appreciate it.