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Unemployment sucked–there was no way around it, and Wade was getting restless. He had about a thousand dollars left in credit card wiggle room before he’d hit his limit for good…and he didn’t think that would be enough to even pay his bills this month. He needed some cash, and he needed it now–but this site–it had to be a scam, didn’t it?

It advertised that it was looking for healthy men who wouldn’t mind taking on a few of the site’s customer’s bad habits. Apparently it could break someone’s bad habits for them, but only by forcing that habit onto someone else. Still, the amount they were paying out was massive–one thousand dollars a month per habit, with a year lease on each habit required as an employee. Still, Wade was a healthy guy right? He could handle a few bad habits, and he was becoming increasingly desperate. Still, all he needed to take was one for the moment–so he signed up, was vetted by the company in a day, and received a special download for the program, opened it up, and the screen flashed with a dazzling array of colors, and then went black.

The company policy was to tell the habit takers what they’d received after they’d accepted the package, or else they knew people would balk and refuse. Sure enough, when he got the second email which told him he’d picked up someone’s massive binge eating habit, he didn’t think it was possible…until he found himself eating junk food constantly from that moment on. He had to eat–there was no choice in the matter, and his new habit quickly blew through half of his new paycheck, and he barely had enough left for rent. What choice did he have? He took on another bad habit.

The next one didn’t help his financial situation at all though–it turns out that a three pack a day cigarette habit is very, very expensive. The one he took after that was equally worthless–an alcoholics habit of drinking at least a twenty-four pack of cheap beer over the course of the day. He resolved to take just one more for a little extra spending money, and ended up a chronic masturbator, jacking off twenty to thirty times a day. By the time his leases were up a year later, Wade was close to 400 pounds, and he decided to keep the leases going in exchange for a wage increase. After all, what was a drunk, fat masturbating loser like him going to do for a job? He was stuck…but still, maybe taking on just one more could get him out of this rut…

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Want to see this (or another caption) expanded? Commission it from me for $25! 

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.

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:

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).