Well, it's been ten months since I posted one of these story updates. I figured that it was high time that I do so again.
I've been spending quite a bit of my writing time since the last post working on Heather's story. It has grown into quite the monster. When I started revising it in early December 2016 it was 56,188 words long. I've already posted 101,131 words and I still have at least another 20k to post (probably more). I've also done some other writing, but it's been mostly the Heather show since my last update.
I'm taking a bit of a break from Heather's story at the moment. I'm revising a story that will be illustrated and then posted on TGComics.com. It will be back to Heather's story once it's been revised.
Thursday, October 5, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
Story: The Hellions
I'm happy to announce that I've completed a story that has nothing to do with Heather or Bethany. It is based in the same universe as Welcome to the Club and was inspired by Tamara Vincent's new story, Meet the Reapers. Both my story and Tamara's take place the day after the events in Welcome to the Club and Welcome to the Club Again,
You probably don't need to read Welcome to the Club, Welcome to the Club again, The Eleventh Commandment, or Meet the Reapers to enjoy the following story, but if you like stories of women turning into bad ass biker chicks than they're your cup of tea.
A big thank you to Steve Wells for editing the story for me.
The Hellions
By Varian Milagro
Helen Crayman sensed something off about her daughter the moment she entered the kitchen. When you’ve known someone all their life you get to know many little things about them, the way they shut a door, the way they eat their food, the way they pronounce their words. More than that you learn their moods and idiosyncrasies and how they mingle with their everyday tasks. Between the way the window had shook when the front door closed and the purposeful strides down the hall she’d thought that it was her six four, 280 pound husband entering the house, not shy little Shelby. Something significant had changed about her daughter. Since she was in her second year at a liberal leaning community college, Helen naturally suspected drugs.
“Hey, Mom,” Shelby said from the kitchen entryway. “Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Is Noah here yet?”
“You didn’t come together?” Helen said as she rinsed her hands in the sink.
“No, I had to help one of my instructors with a special project, so we drove separate.” Shelby sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
You probably don't need to read Welcome to the Club, Welcome to the Club again, The Eleventh Commandment, or Meet the Reapers to enjoy the following story, but if you like stories of women turning into bad ass biker chicks than they're your cup of tea.
A big thank you to Steve Wells for editing the story for me.
The Hellions
By Varian Milagro
Helen Crayman sensed something off about her daughter the moment she entered the kitchen. When you’ve known someone all their life you get to know many little things about them, the way they shut a door, the way they eat their food, the way they pronounce their words. More than that you learn their moods and idiosyncrasies and how they mingle with their everyday tasks. Between the way the window had shook when the front door closed and the purposeful strides down the hall she’d thought that it was her six four, 280 pound husband entering the house, not shy little Shelby. Something significant had changed about her daughter. Since she was in her second year at a liberal leaning community college, Helen naturally suspected drugs.
“Hey, Mom,” Shelby said from the kitchen entryway. “Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Is Noah here yet?”
“You didn’t come together?” Helen said as she rinsed her hands in the sink.
“No, I had to help one of my instructors with a special project, so we drove separate.” Shelby sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
New story by Tamara Vincent and you have to read it!
Hello,
I have a story to recommend for anyone who likes my stories: wholesome girls becoming slutty bad girls through fantastical means. It's Tamara Vincent's new story, Bodies. It's short, to the point and cheap (only $.99). Most importantly it is an amazingly hot read. I'm hoping that it is the start of a series. Fingers crossed.
Bodies by Tamara Vincent
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
Varian
I have a story to recommend for anyone who likes my stories: wholesome girls becoming slutty bad girls through fantastical means. It's Tamara Vincent's new story, Bodies. It's short, to the point and cheap (only $.99). Most importantly it is an amazingly hot read. I'm hoping that it is the start of a series. Fingers crossed.
Bodies by Tamara Vincent
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
Varian
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Heather's story part 14
Heather's Story
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 14
Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.
The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.
Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 14
Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.
The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.
Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Status update
Hello,
Sorry that it's been so long since I posted part 13 of Heather's story. I was hoping to get it posted before the end of last month, but then another story took over for a while. I've written rough drafts of a couple stories in my journal while revising Heather's story over these last 9 months and up until recently it hasn't interrupted the revising process. At the end of July I hit upon a story that I became obsessed with for a few weeks and it ate up all of my writing time.
Good news is that I'm back to revising Heather's story and I'm starting to get excited about this next part. On a side note, I kind of go through the seven stages of grief when revising a story, except I have eight steps and some time after Acceptance it's Excitement.
Sorry that it's been so long since I posted part 13 of Heather's story. I was hoping to get it posted before the end of last month, but then another story took over for a while. I've written rough drafts of a couple stories in my journal while revising Heather's story over these last 9 months and up until recently it hasn't interrupted the revising process. At the end of July I hit upon a story that I became obsessed with for a few weeks and it ate up all of my writing time.
Good news is that I'm back to revising Heather's story and I'm starting to get excited about this next part. On a side note, I kind of go through the seven stages of grief when revising a story, except I have eight steps and some time after Acceptance it's Excitement.
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Heather's story part 13
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Heather's story part 13a
Authors note: FYI, the entire text of chapter 13 can be found here
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13a
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13a
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
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