Would you ever work with someone (or by your self) to make an erotic, interactive, text game?

Um…maybe? I actually design a whole lot of these sorts of games myself, but the mechanics of them are usually too complex for other people to play along. They’re basically giant story generators, though the stories don’t mean much to people who can’t read my encoded stuff. That is all really abstract, so let me try to explain what I mean.

My first attempts from way way back were simply folder trees with a variety of porn pics at the end of the branches, all of them sorted according to various qualities. So, the first branch was “Fat/Thin” and then “Clean/Dirty” and so on and so forth, and you could go down the branches, picking what you wanted until you ended up at the pic of your choice. Although usually I played as multiple people who got sent down the folders randomly, transforming into whatever they found at the end.

Let me show you what I mean by complex. Here’s a few screenshots of some various games I’ve made for myself, and then I’ll translate what they were designed to do. Here’s the first one:

This game is more recent, and involves six imaginary people being transformed in various ways. They can transform on 18 different axes, with nine of them physical and nine of them mental (read the colored columns down to get an idea of what these axes are). Depending on how these characters transform, they are also assigned various cultures (the middle right grid, on the left, reading down), which in turn affect how they transform through different rounds of the game. This is only about a third of the spreadsheet though, and the other half of the game is played out in a picture program with thumbnails and folders, which put out something like this:

That grid of folders, and the thumbnails inside of them, tell me exactly how the character transformed over the course of the game I played who know how long ago. I used these to generate many of my earlier vignettes (titled “Vignettes #1 – #10” on other sites).

This is just one of the six or seven games I’ve designed. I tend to move onto another one as soon as the last gets boring/no longer spurs me creatively enough. The randomized elements help push me into creative zones I wouldn’t have thought of otherwise, which is why I enjoy them.

Now, would I be interested in developing these games into…something? Maybe. I’m a game designer, not a programmer, so that’s the first hurdle. Second, I know designing something like this would take a whole hell of a lot of effort and time which I don’t have readily available. Still, I’ll admit it’s a bit of a pipe dream.

Your personal autonomy appreciation showed pretty clearly in the City of Bears nanowrimo thing! Which is also why I thought it was really really good! That you made transformation pornography with a theme! It was something of an uncanny experience getting good ethics through an allegorical paraphilia story. The stuff with Matt is my favourite of the things you’ve written. (additionally also the “They all want a father figure” image-vignette)

I’m glad you enjoyed it. I was planning on working on it through November again, but with my current schedule and the pieces I’m working on, I don’t think I’ll have the chance unfortunately. Still, it’ll get finished one day! I promise.

Interactive – Transformation Contagion #10

Trent, perhaps sated for the moment, managed to squeeze himself out from between the two coaches in the locker room and blundered his way out, cum dripping from his chin and his ass hole, the rest of the team just gaping at the two coaches left behind. With a roar, the second, beastly coach grabbed a couple of men and dragged them back onto the field, and most of the team was left in the locker room with the first coach–although he wasn’t much of a person anymore.

His genitals was now nearly larger than he was close to four feet long, his legs splayed wide to make room for his balls, each larger than a basketball, and the fierce sucking Trent had given him still didn’t seem to have him anywhere close to orgasm, but the smell of his precum was filling the room, and slowly drawing all of the team closer to him. The larger players were the first to realize what they were feeling–they were hungry. But not just any kind of hunger, they wanted something…something in particular.

In the end, they all figured it out, losing themselves in the puddles of precum all over the floor, fighting over the massive beads which rolled down the shaft, clambering all over one another to get the the top, where they could drink it directly from the fountain. The more they drink, the larger they all became, and by the time an hour passed, none of them were under 300 pounds any longer, and their own balls had expanded, pumping out precum of their own which dribbled down their fat thighs and coated the underside of their new, jiggly guts.

Their teamwork won out in the end though, and together they gathered around their coach, licking and slobbering at the shaft, nibbling at the massive glans, cleaning his huge sack, and finally the coach gave a shudder underneath his huge phallus and began unloading his cum proper, gallon after gallon pumping out hard enough to slam into the ceiling above, the team giving off squeals as they devoured everything they could find. The real stuff packed on weight even faster, and by the end of the night, with the coach’s phallus soft again and the the entire locker room licked clean, the smallest player was just under 700 pounds, and the largest tub of lard could barely move his 1200 pounds to the door of the locker room and squeeze himself through. They all needed more now, there was no doubting that, and they went off to search for more cum to sate their now unending cum-hunger on the rest of the campus.

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Alright, that’s all folks! Thanks again to everyone who participated, and I hope there was something in there for everyone. Regardless, I think I’ll be cleaning it up over the next week or so, and then I might load it up onto CYOC. If there’s a chapter you really wanted to see, but which didn’t get the votes you wanted, never fear–you can always commission it if you’re desperate, once I get it up on CYOC.

Have you ever fantasized about somebody you know being transformed, or perhaps a tv show or movie character?

Not particularly. In the case of people I know, there isn’t really anyone who I hate strongly enough to really want them to be in one of my stories–it would be very strange to write. And honestly, changing someone I know for the sake of changing them feels disingenuous. I’d like to respect the people I know enough to not assume that I would know what’s best for them. You probably wouldn’t know it from my writing, but I have a deep appreciation for the importance of personal agency and autonomy.

I mean, in the case of some commissions, that’s about the closest I get, especially when I am literally relying on personas and fursonas, but that’s just the job, at the end of the day, and not quite what you’re asking about.

As far as celebrities go I don’t feel much of a connection to them like it seems some people do. I didn’t grow up engaged in that sort of pop-culture obsession that I know some people did. I’m not saying it’s bad–just not something I did. So the idea of changing or controlling celebrities, to me, always feels a bit strange. Although if I had my chance, I would probably rape Larry the Cable Guy. Rape that hot redneck right up the butt.

Where can I find heavy by obedient joe?

The names on all of the stories are also links. I try to be helpful like that. It’s on MC Stories.

Which erotic authors do you hold in high regard?

Peircedskin by far would be number one.

Onix is definitely up there as well, though I’m not particularly happy with some of his newer stuff, but that’s a different post altogether.

Againstmywill is also an author I read often.

And I kind of have to give an honorable mention to Sprsizeme over on the CYOC. He may not be the greatest of writers, but he has way more imagination than 90% of the people out there, and that counts way more in my book.

Beyond that, I have a lot of stories that I like and return to, but the authors tend to be varied. The shortish list of favorites would probably be:

Cigar Monitor and Circus by E. S. Morwood
The Wrong Boy and Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow by Doug Kent
Magic Fingers by Calamity King
That Smell by Xanderboy
Orc Fraternity by BearlyUnderControl (aka Beardsman)
Heavy by Obedient Jo

That’s a partial list, but all favorites. I’m sure there are many that I’ve forgotten along the way as well. I’ve…kind of read a whole hell of a lot of this stuff.

Got any questions? I’m on and can answer them. Oh, and by the way, I’m looking for some more images that you might like to see turned into captions. You can submit them here, in singles or in pairs or more. That said, try not to resubmit ones you sent me before–either I already have plans for them (i.e. you’ll be seeing them pop up in the next few weeks) or I didn’t like them for some reason (no hard feelings).

Oh, so that’s why…

I was wondering why I had so few responses on the last chapter of Transformation Contagion–it seems that I forgot an answer box like a dumbfuck. So, if that was confusing you, and wanted to vote, here’s the final five options:

1. The first coach takes a group of players, and they all drink his cum down, turning into obese, cum thirst piglets.

2. The second coach takes a group of players and turns them into his pack of submissive, beastly betas.

3. Back in the dorm we can follow the smoke into the RA’s room, where he becomes a leather bound, sadistic enforcer.

4. We can still see how Pa and Clyde’s trailer trash slothfulness is infecting the uptight suburban neighborhood.

5. Two neighbors run into Julian, and they turn a steroid laden tattoo and pierced monster of a punk and his fat pig toilet on a chain leash.

What would you like to see?

Updates (Schedule, Commissions, etc.)

So I’m going to wrap up “Transformation Contagion” tomorrow, so for any of you who haven’t voted on the last chapter here, you might care to, unless you don’t care 😛 . Moving forward, starting next week we’re going back to captions (yay)! Unfortunately, my schedule is such at the moment that I’m not going to be readily capable of doing regular, extended vignettes anymore (boo) unless someone commissions one in particular, or unless one seems really popular and/or perks my interest.

On the topic of commissions, I’m going to go ahead and close my slots for long commissions. I have enough to keep me busy for the next couple months at least. I’ll still keep a few revolving slots for short commissions, and I’ll remain open for extended caption vignettes and CYOC chapters, if anyone is interested.

Overall though, thanks for reading and putting up with the interactive (if you hated it) or for voting and commenting on it (if you liked it enough to participate). I also have broken ground on that novel I was talking about writing and hopefully selling online! If all goes as planned (always doubtful, but you never know) I hope to have it available for purchase sometime in Spring/Summer 2014. But as always with these things, we’ll see.

Interactive – Transformation Contagion #9

Trent had jacked off two more times at his computer before the few remaining brain cells in his head managed to remember that he was supposed to have been at football practice almost half an hour ago. That, he realized, was what his phone must have been buzzing and jingling about, before it had annoyed him and he’d hurled it out the window. He stood up from the computer, not at all used to his new size, and started trying to figure out how to put his clothes on, but they were all too small for one thing, and the idea of clothing just confused him now. Wouldn’t it be better just to…go naked? Then more people would be able to see him, and he liked having people see him naked. He grinned, and left his room–luckily missing Art, who was still in Julian’s room, stroking his permanently firm cock, because if he’d seen that, there was no way he would have gotten out of the house without fucking himself on it.

Still, getting out of the house proved difficult enough. None of the doorways seemed big enough for him, and he kept having to duck under them and go through sideways so he could even fit at all. Outside though, he took a deep breath of the fall air, felt the breeze against his low hanging balls and decided he might as well run over to the stadium. Running was amazing–he had so much energy all of a sudden, and he felt like he could just bound across town without even needing to catch his breath, and the few people who saw him as he sprinted past were too shell shocked to even realize what they’d just seen. The joy of running kept him well enough occupied that his relentless need to fuck too a momentary back seat, and he managed to get to the stadium without molesting anyone.

Inside, however, was another story. Already sweating and stinking from the run, he wandered down the halls which still seemed a bit too narrow for him and ducked his way into the locker room, where two of the assistant coaches were, discussing where in the world Trent, one of their star players, could possibly be. When the huge, furry, naked hulk wandered into their midst, neither one of them really knew what to make of it, but for Trent, the run had made him even hornier, and before either one could do anything about it, he’d dropped to his knees, ripped open the crotch of the first coach’s pants, and engulfed his cock and balls in his maw before he could stop him.

“What the fuck is going on?” he managed to say, before the pleasure swept over him and he nearly collapsed from the sensation of Trent’s skilled mouth working him over–but it was more than that. He was getting hard, sure–but he was getting more than hard–he was growing. Before long, his cock and balls couldn’t both fit in Trent’s mouth, and he let the balls flop out, the sack already hanging between the older man’s thighs, and if you watched closely, you could actually see them pumping cum into Trent’s stomach. After a few moments, Trent couldn’t take the coach’s entire cock either, as it passed over a foot in length and a two liter bottle in girth, but that didn’t stop Trent from trying to swallow it, his gut bulging out from the gallons of pre-cum he was swallowing from the coach, to eventually be turned into even more muscle.

The second assistant coach watched this happen and backed away, uncertain as to what he should do, when he smelled it–the sweaty, musky pheromones seeping from Trent’s body, and the coach’s brain simply shut down, and he quickly dropped his pants, walked over and worked his cock into Trent’s muscular ass as quickly as he could. Already the coach’s body was packing on pound after pound of muscle as fur–not hair–began spreading all over his body. In a matter of minutes, the coach resembled something more along the lines of a gorilla than a human, covered with full, his dull eyes occupied only with the act of fucking and asserting dominance over others.

This was the state of the locker room which the team found at the end of practice, when they piled into the stinking locker room. The first coach’s body was relatively unchanged, but his balls were now the size of gallon jugs, and he’d been forced to fall to the floor because he couldn’t support their weight anymore, much the less his three foot long cock. The other coach, behind Trent, was now just a grunting beast, slathered with cum from his numerous ejaculations up the football slut’s ass. Trent was now even more massive than before–nearly eight feet tall, very hairy, and a dumb grin on his face from his feast, and he looked over, watched his teammates smell his sex for the first time, and dumbly make their way over to him for their own changes.

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What happens next? There’s only one more chapter, so make it count!