ok so to just add to the pile - you didn't *crach my egg* per se but you are part of the parasocial circus of freaks that got me to feel comfortable pursuing my specific brand of NB so uh. thanks for that. You did, however, manifest the "boymoder in a hoodie that can't stop lactating" basically-overnight (nipple play's becoming Mandatory and prolactin's a surprisingly effective sleep aid, sue me). Think you could see about increasing production for me? Friend wants a bottle.
I'm glad you got more in tune with yourself, that's awesome to hear!
There will be milk everflowing once I'm done perfecting the formula that turns any residual hints of gender into ammo for big new impossibly heavy cow tits. Sorry if you liked being your own specific cool NB. Your gender at the end will probably just be Moo.
New story! These will be a little infrequent and usually small while I work on the big thing, but I still promise some drip feeding here!
Enjoy some wild inanimate TF this time.
Premise: Shaneasha turns one of her pals into an exploitable big titty oppai mousepad.
Contains: Transformation, Feminization, Forcefem, Ergonomic Mousepad TF, Masturbation, Girlcock, Hot Glue, Bad End
Length: ~2100 Words
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Zack opened Shaneasha's link and suddenly felt funny.
The page pulled up a color Zack had never seen before, and suddenly he blinked out of consciousness. His phone started dropping out of his grip. Then he started dropping out of his standing-upright. He tried to push out his arms to brace for the fall, but they wouldn't obey. Even the impulse to shut his eyes for the impact went unanswered. Zack just fell, until he landed with a floppy splat.
Shaneasha popped back into his vision with her thick glasses and curly twintails with the widest smile he'd ever seen.
"It worked! Oh my god, you can really shove malware in a web page and upload it to someone's physical form with this thing!? That's amazing! Makes this whole process way easier..."
Shaneasha stared more deeply, right into Zack's face. "Zack, you're so cute! You're my hottest fictional crush on a mousepad!"
Zack tried to ask what the fuck she was talking about, but again, his body didn't offer any response. The sensory infrastructure in his brain spasmed importantly. All the bits that controlled his muscles flailed hooked up to this one same impulse of doing nothing.
Then, Shaneasha grabbed a hand mirror to show Zack something important.
An image of one of those giant pervert weeaboo mousepads came into frame of 2B, an anime character Zack had only seen in porn. He'd heard NieR:Automata was a great game, but his knowledge all came from crossovers and source filmmaker clips. Shaneasha owning one of these things wasn't surprising. She regularly talked about every flavor of non-straight sex, mentioned her imageboard porn habits, and was upfront mentioning if a visit to her dorm room had interrupted her jacking off.
No, the part that didn't add up initially was that this colossal titty mousepad sat where he ought to be.
It took until Shaneasha switched her position so her cheek sat nuzzled against the mousepad’s huge bust for it all to finally sink in. Zack felt her feel up that mousepad.
Oh my god, that was him!
Immediately Zack struggled and panicked at what had become of him, raging with all the strength he could muster. Nothing worked. All the human memories of how to move a body proved useless. They didn’t translate into being a hunk of plastic with 90% of its weight packed into the huge, fist-sized breasts that masqueraded as a wrist support. As the seconds etched on and his transformation settled, those old human movements stopped feeling less intuitive. One split-second lapse in concentration and those old impulses were gone, replaced with nothing. Movement was over. Time to be a flat, print out face with huge squishy boobs.
"Zack, you're so cute! Oh my god, I always knew you'd be perfect to forcefem into the big tittied anime bitch of my dreams!" Shaneasha celebrated. "Oh, and here I thought I'd have to end up getting spare estrogen to sneak into your system, but this is great! You're already the perfect anime girl!"
Her glasses fogged up already with breath laced in lust. Zack didn't like this at all. He tried to say something, still not quite understanding his newfound inanimacy, and just gave the same open-lipped inviting look with 2B's motionless face to his friend.
"Oh, gosh, Zack, you can't... I mean, 2B, you can't look at me like that! A girl's going to get the wrong idea! I already have a girlfriend. There's no way I could..."
A second of feigned silence. Zack finally conceded he'd be living life, or whatever this was, as an item now, and braced for the worst. Shaneasha was a pervert, and he'd heard whispers of anime weirdos doing wild things with their merchandise. Yet, surely, Shaneasha had the decency to-
Shaneasha lifted up her skirt and undid her panties, and her gigantic cock flopped out onto Zack's huge tits.
"Mmm, you're right! I guess I'm not cheating on her if it's not penetration. Especially if she likes it too. If you need it that badly, then I guess I can take a moment and... You know..."
The plap of that big dick against Zack's wrist support breasts made him aware being inanimate didn't mean his senses had dulled. Having that cola can-thick thing thud against his gel-bosoms felt something like a smack across his ass, just if his ass was most of his body weight. All that power still pressed against him, and the condensed might of all his touch receptors packed into too tiny a space let him read every little crease and vein on Shaneasha's cock.
The stimuli proved too much, like his whole body, especially his breasts, worked as an erogenous zone. Fuck, and the smell! Suddenly the odor of Zack's new gel body had been drowned out by the overpowering stink of Shaneasha's obese cock! Did this girl even shower? God, each taste of the air (he wasn't sure how he could even taste, but by another violation of physics, he tasted anyway) had his senses bathing it in. Each sweaty orgasm jacking off into socks and tissue, then cramming her unwashed balls and cock back into her panties until she felt the need for a third round hat day beamed into his brain. Shaneasha’s length totally overpowered his poor mousepad body with her smell.
Worse yet, the longer it sat there, the longer having that head occasionally tap against drawn lips really felt like fellatio.
The cruel joke of it all unfolded as Zack grew hot and acclimated to the touch and the taste, and started to like it. Human worries dwindled. Surging to replace them came impulses to be an obedient thing.
"You're such a heavy chested slut, you know that 2B?" Shaneasha roleplayed with her mousepad. "Other girls usually buy me a drink before asking to bottom."
Shaneasha's erect cock rubbed nice and slow against Zack's mousepad breasts. The sensation mapped to something like getting jacked off, but with his entire body, and Zack grew paralyzed as a bath of sensations a human could only feel when reduced to a feeble little item.
Shasneasha's roleplay continued. "I can't believe you got so thirsty for my seed just seeing me! I had no idea you were such a giant lesbian. Does it taste good?"
A dollop of Shaneasha's pre dewed at the tip of her cock, and the back and forth motions landed it across the cheek of Zack's 2B face. It might as well have landed on its tongue. Zack tasted it. It tasted good. Too good. Like every other memory of tasting things as a man getting quashed by a drop of cum good. Fuck, getting stained felt amazing.
Heat remained the only bit of stimulus Zack could still contribute to the world. The fervor of arousal got the mousepad warm, and it amounted to a few clouds of cock-smelling steam lingering around his non-body. Even as everything else human went away, that kept pumping out, somehow. It made little sense. Perhaps Zack could piece together why, if maybe he had a mind.
Shaneasha's pace picked up a little, giving more thorough thrusts of her hips. Occasionally her hand pumped at her length to stir it along. Zack hated how he longed to feel cock on his plastic tits again every moment she broke away.
Soon her phone came out. Camera flashes took wild shots of Shaneasha's unbelievable dick sprawled across an anime mousepad. Zack caught a glimpse at one, not entirely certain how he was even seeing given he lacked eyes, and 2B wore a blindfold. The photo had him completely smothered in cock from his breasts to his forehead.
His body tossed the impulse to throb to his no longer existent crotch, and when he was left denied, it all boiled over in his brain. He needed to stroke to that unbelievably hot picture of a giant nerd dick on an anime mousepad but… But he couldn’t! Cock! Touch cock. Cock. Cock! Oh my god, all Zack wanted anymore was cock!
He should be furious and rightfully horrified to have met this fate, but it didn't matter anymore. Shaneasha's stinking dweeb cock had already rotted his brain. Brain? He didn't have a brain anymore! He was a thing, a tool, a stupid little object to get abused how his owner wanted! Fuck, why even tie himself to humanity anymore? Going cock stupid was all good objects were good for. All he was… All it was now was Shaneasha’s pervert fantasy come to life!
The silent fervor from that mousepad’s non-thoughts grew ever louder as that thick cock hovered tantalizingly out of reach, occasionally dropping another grand gift of ever thicker pre onto its surface and putting unwashable, permanent stains into its sweet face. The fully converted obedient mousepad longed for nothing more now than the taste of the cock that robbed it of its humanity to give it its ultimate gift. It even started to forget its name... No wait, right. It was 2B.
Shaneasha gave one last snap with her phone, then changed the device to start recording. The whole heft of that sweet log of cock plopped back down onto 2B's breasts, and its inanimate joy silently screamed so loud. Shaneasha's hands gave a few more pumps at herself, then her facial expression twitched, and her hand cleared out of the way.
2B could taste the air as it changed. Fuck, yes! This was it! This was what it deserved!
Right on the floor of the dorm room, right in front of the camera, right all over that anime illustration's beautifully drawn face, Shaneasha came all over that stupid thing. A fat shot of pasty white with the smallest tinge of lemon shot across the fake face, almost off the mousepad entirely, and instantly ruined that entire thing with a big thick glob of Shaneasha's perversion. More came, and so much more came. A fat load becoming of a woman versed in penis pumps and saline unloaded entire hours of time not spent masturbating across the beautiful face of her fictional crush.
2B couldn't get enough of it. Sweet, docile, domesticated use! Who cared if it was built for a hand? A stinking cock smearing its seed all over it was even better! The throb of that cock between its cleavage made it go wild enough. Oh, but the taste. The taste! Salty horrible drops rendered in detail that would have made its human mind spasm; thank god it was mindless now and could only savor aimless sensation.
Being covered in it as that pulsating cock twitched and retched and sprayed more white everywhere was only half the fun. It sat there. Every moment 2B sat all lifeless on the floor, more of that hot cum burned into its body and sullied it for good. There's no removing this. It’d smell terrible for the rest of eternity. This look, this stench, it'd been completely fucking ruined.
2B thought about how happy it was to be useful and covered in cum, but then 2B remembered it didn't have a mind, and that these weren't thoughts. Thoughts went away forever and the mousepad just sat there, relaxed, stationary, and useful. It was all an object could hope to be, though, the mousepad didn't have hopes. It just existed now, secreting heat and steam endlessly to show thankfulness. All it seemed to maintain was the ability to feel that cock, smell its strength, and taste its semen, somehow, and that wouldn't go away. Zack might have complained about being turned into a cumslut, but a mousepad didn't have strong opinions, or any opinions. It just smoldered in semen.
Thoroughly done draining her balls until she tried this on another boy, Shaneasha got straight to clean up. She pulled out another one of those huge bags, and carefully wrapped the semen-drenched mousepad in it, making sure not to lose any of her load. The insides of the bag steamed up; probably an awful smell, Shaneasha reasoned, but who would ever smell it?
Almost time for lecture; Shaneasha hustled to preserve her work and properly dispose of things. She took a photo of Zack she'd readied and stapled it to the bag. Closet doors opened and a pile of cum-stained 2B mousepads from other sessions lay there. Another joined the pile, and the pouring of steam from each of the plastic bags suddenly throbbed in renewed activity.
Shaneasha hustled. There was this cute boy in her lecture just begging to go fully inanimate.
Huge fan of your "Marth's Allies are Unabashed Pegasluts" series. I loved seeing Caeda and the Whitewing's fall to those pegastuds. Especially as a huge Catria lover myself.
Was wondering if you had any more to tell on that series? How long has Catria been involved? Since Marth married Caeda? How many foals has she birthed? Did she get her sisters hooked or? Mainly questions like that.
Have you ever had plans on getting her and the Whitewing's to mingle with wyverns/dragons for egg laying? It feels like that'd be a Macedonian tradition.
Apologies that I'm focusing so hard on just Catria btw, she's unequivocally my fave, so I tend to hyperfixate.
No pressure to answer, of course! I've just been curious for a while, especially with how many times I've read the series. And the Heroes one.
Tldr; you've really gotten me into FE girls getting horsed, and I hope to see more, especially of Catria.
I do plan on writing a third and final part to it eventually. You have no reason to apologize Catria getting horsed is very good! Right now though, I have my big huge project absorbing and using all of my horsing energy.
random question, but have you ever played Undertale/Deltarune? There’s a new boss in the game that reminds me a bit of your work…
I have played Undertale. The problem is I only really find traditionally human-looking people attractive. That limits me to Mettaton, who I wrote porn with a while back.
I have not played Deltarune since I'm waiting for all of it to come out, but I'm aware of the Chapter 5 Secret Boss, who is also arousing. I can see where it'd remind you of some of my stuff!
I can't tie it to any sort of media I consumed, like a kaa the snake thing. For whatever reasons, my first lewd searches for "boobs" and "porn" were soon followed by "girls pooping".
Sorry for anyone who asks me stuff like "how do I get into this?" I have no frame of reference for how it can happen to others. Though, people have told me a number of times they don't read gross stuff unless it's from me, so I guess I'm the best entry point maybe!?
Fake or natural tits, which is hotter when put into a story?
It depends on my mood that particular day. Both have their appeal! Natural grown backbreakers are lovely, but sometimes something plasticy and doll-like is a super hot look!
Fem Link fans and Femboy Link fans are oddly enough at odds with one another, I very rarely see people who are fans of both, the only thing they seem to agree on is there shared hatred/disinterest of Linkle. Which is odd in of its self because both Fem Link and Femboy Link would fall to their knees to worship Linkle’s arm length cock!
As a femboy link enjoyer, I think female link stuff rules! Brellom's female link fridays are fantastic.
I have no strong opinions about linkle, but that's mostly because hyrule warriors has too many tragically underused bad bitches like Cia and Lana floating around.
If you could pick one of your stories to be made in to an animated series/movie which would you personally pick?
I think I’d want either, Speed-o'-Sound Possessed-and-Pounded, Alola’s Queen Bitch, or Church of the Unholy Ichor.
If I could pick anything, it would be the novel that I am still writing! I hate I can't tell you people more about it aaaaaaaaa!!
If it has to already exist, Church of the Unholy Ichor or Joyce Chemical would be maybe the easiest converts with lots of fun room for people making it to play.
asking the resident white mage why their solution for practically everything these days is dog umbra
"Look, it's good removal AND it can save your creature AND it triggers heroic!" My mono-white commander answers while putting on the dog collar and handing her girlfriend a clicker.
Are there any kinks you've tried/wanted to write about but haven't managed yet? Or even something you may have published and feel like you didn't fulfill the potential of that particular kink. Maybe something that's more suited to/easier to convey in illustration/comic form, for instance. I've got a couple I've tried to write that I always find either unsatisfying or just kind of repetitive, but I can just imagine how sexy they would be as a visual piece.
Yup!
I've had the idea of writing giantess stuff for a while, but I think it's tricky to translate how I write into that. IMO way stronger visually than written. It feels very much like I'd just be describing a woman breaking a city with luscious detail and nothing really sexual, which I've done for fetishes I'm more into like gross stuff, but seems hard to do in a fun way for long.
Inversely, I'm a big baby and don't like blood, but I think I'd be pretty okay at writing guro. I considered writing some for an April fools story, but it felt disrespectful to my guro homies.
everything I've ever written comes from first hand experience. Like that time I dressed up like a goth gf and sucked off the homies. Or the several times I've released apocalypse viruses.
attempting to figure out where assorted kinks fall in the color pie
Transformation is definitely the simic draft archetype. White carries a lot of structure, so any kink that requires set up like bdsm can be argued as white + something else. Guro is obviously core black. Hypnotism I think you can argue is blue black or blue red or even blue white. Feminization I think has a decent argument for being Green / White since the drive for a lot of it is getting more in synch with repressed desires.
I know it is tempting to stain everything red with this, but we must remember that red's emotionality need not always apply here, as said by Mr. Color Pie himself:
i dunno if you still want to hear what people liked in stories, but um. eggs. eggs please eggs. you write eggs so good. More People Should Be Laying Eggs is so good.
I am down to hear what people want more of! No guarantees I'll act on it, but I'm always curious.
Glad how much people seem to like that one. I can at least say for now I have some amount of egg stuff and egg laying currently written in something for the future.
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