Story: Birthday Wish App

 Birthday Wish App

By Varian Milagro

AI images generated with PicLumen

"You got to check out this new app," Brad said as he entered the family room where his older brother of two years was playing video games. "It can change people and I'm gonna use it to give Mia big tits."

Joel didn't bother to look away from his game. He was used to his brother's weird comments. He'd hoped Brad would've grown out of it once he'd graduated high school last summer, but no luck. "There's like a million AI programs that will do shit like that."

Joel Watkins, recent recipient of an Associates of Arts degree from Spencer Community College 

"This is different, dude. It actually works."

Comic: The Portal - Part 7 of 7

 

Part 7

Comic: The Portal - Part 6 of 7

Part 6

Comic: The Portal - Part 5 of 7

Part 5

Comic: The Portal - Part 4 of 7

Part 4

Comic: The Portal - Part 3 of 7

 

Part 3

Comic: The Portal - Part 2 of 7

Part 2

Comic: The Portal - Part 1 of 7

This comic is based on Through the Gate by Morpheus. It is the second comic I've created using Daz and the first using Comic Life for the word balloons. I created two versions of the comic. This is the "official" version. I'll probably post PDFs of both versions to this blog, eventually.

Please note: There is a character under 18 in this comic, but there isn't any sex in the comic. While there is some female frontal nudity, the under 18 character is not in any of those scenes.

Story: Urcaguary’s Amulet

This is a the story I wrote as part of a Christmas story exchange. The requester wanted a pair of anthro foxes turned into 150 foot foxtuars via a curse while exploring ruins. Below is what I came up with.


Urcaguary’s Amulet
by Varian Milagro


“We should turn back,” Brian said. “We never should have come here.”

“I’m not leaving empty handed,” Vivien said. She was using her headlamp to illuminate a scrap of leather with crude markings on it. “We paid a lot of money for this map and I intend to make it worth my while.”

“What do you think, Ty?” Emily asked her brother. Both she and Tiberius were anthro foxes, covered from head to foot in soft fur. Like their human companions they were bipedal, except she and her brother walked digitigrade, on their toes, like regular foxes.

“I’m game if you are. I love a good adventure, you know that.” Ty slid closer to Vivien to get a better look at the map.

Ty’s fur was gray over most of his body, except for the front of his torso, which was pure white. Emily’s coloration was an orangish red over most of her body, but most of her torso, arms and legs were white. While neither of the anthro foxes needed to wear clothing for warmth or to cover their modesty, he wore a red t-shirt and she wore a vest with a myriad of pockets and a pair of hiking shorts.

They were currently standing in a dimly lit subterranean corridor, their headlamps creating ominous shadows down the long passageway. The ever present cobwebs and dark, viscous liquid oozing between the large stones that made up the walls added an unneeded layer of creepiness to their endeavor. The air was thick with the smell of decay. Snakes as thick as fire hoses slithered about along the floor while spiders the size of softballs crawled above their heads. Vivien, an amatuer zoologist, had assured them earier that none of the species that they’d encountered so far were particularly poisonous, but it was still best to steer clear of the local fauna as much as possible.

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.

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.

The Road Trip - Part 7

I finally finished part 7 of The Road Trip. Originally part 7 was going  to be much longer, but I decided to only post about 25% of the what I had panned. As it is, part 7 is longer than any of the other parts. I have a lot planned for the next 75%. I hope to have it up before to long.

I do not have any images for this part of the story. I have to leave on a trip early tomorrow and if I don't get this posted tonight it wont get posted until next Saturday.

If you're new to this story, you can read all the preceding parts here: The Road Trip links

The Road Trip - Part 007
by Varian Milagro

“There’s a Q in Quality Inn,” Andrea shouted, her face lit up in excitement. She looked around for someone to share in her victory—she’d been stuck on the letter Q for the last half hour. Her mom was too busy groping Maria to notice and Buddy just glared at her. She hadn’t seen Enid or Tracey in nearly an hour. She hoped that her sister was safe. Barry was still hiding out in the bedroom. She’d be happy of she never saw him or his magic ever again.

After a brief glance at the Twinkie sitting on the console she turned her attention back to the road, and looked for the next her letter, knowing that she’d find it without any difficulty. Rs were all over the place. Z was going to be the troublemaker.

She’d been playing the alphabet game to take her mind off her nausea and near uncontrollable urge to eat the Twinkie. Just the thought of sinking her teeth into its spongy goodness made her mouth water and stomach rumble. She didn’t care that it would make her even fatter. The last two Twinkies had already put a good forty pounds of fat on her body. Who knew how much this one would add.

Interactive story - part 5

Here are the results from last week’s poll:

0% - Outlaw wedding
5% - The wedding crew
7% - Hello Kitty wedding
17% - White trash wedding
24% - Hip Hop wedding
48% - Stripper wedding

I didn’t make it to the wedding yet. That will come in the next part, hopefully. I’m not sure if I’ll have a part ready by next week. I’ll either need to write shorter parts or post them at longer intervals.

The Road Trip - part 005

Tracey knelt on the grass trying to decipher the scents emanating off the stump before her. The smell of rotting wood was the most obvious, she could have picked that up with her old nose. The various dog scents were fairly easy to distinguish, too. It was the other animal scents that were throwing her. Her mother stood about fifteen feet behind her. She’d let go of the leash and talking to Maria. Seeing his new purple dress, Tracey guessed that Barry had used more magic on him.

Story: If You Were a Girl: SMS Edition

This story was inspired by “If You Were A Girl… (A TG Questionnaire)” by 1sm3ghzn. You can find it over at The Changing Mirror, http://thechangingmirror.com/phpbb/index.php There are several other stories on that site based on the questions in the original story. Here is my take on it.


If You Were a Girl: SMS Edition
By Varian Milagro

It was raining again and I hate the rain. That’s not entirely accurate, I didn’t hate the rain itself; I didn’t mind getting wet. It was everyone else’s reaction to the rain that pissed me off. When I was little my mother wouldn’t let me outside to play when it rained. As I got older and got into baseball, it was cancelled anytime it rained. Now, today, I was going to go hiking with my girlfriend, Jessica, but she doesn’t like hiking in the rain.

I was an outdoor person through and through; indoor activities held little interest for me, save one. Once Jessica arrived I’d do my best to talk her into it. If that didn’t work I’d tell her that I’d watch a Rom-Com with her and then once she was comfortable I’d give her a massage followed by nibbling her earlobe. That rarely failed. Unfortunately having Jessica over also meant cleaning, something I hated almost as much as the rain.

Story: Role with It (Part 4 of 4)

Role with It (Part 4 of 4)
By Varian Milagro

Copyright © 2015 by Varian Milagro
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

After lunch we loaded the food and equipment into the car. Andrew showed up before we’d gotten too far along. He helped us finish loading. I was very thankful. I’d stored some of the equipment on the top shelves and I would have needed a ladder to get them. When I’d stored them it had been an easy reach, but now that I’d lost half a foot in height they were infuriatingly out of reach. He also carried both standing rib roasts for us, a task I’d done easily last month, but would’ve been nearly impossible today.

I kissed and hugged Lily goodbye. Both Evan and Tyler were catching the bus with Peter. Holly was headed home to watch all five kids.

I climbed into my Durango. As I waited for Abbey to start her car I looked in the rear-view mirror. I looked like a mess, my hair was sticking out all over the place and I looked tired. I shouldn’t have skipped putting on my makeup in the morning. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why I’d done that. I hated leaving the house without my face on. I fingered my gold wedding band hanging around my neck. Tomorrow after I returned the rental equipment I’d have to get it re-sized.

Story: Role with it (part 3 of 4)

Role with it (part 3 of 4)
By Varian Milagro


Copyright © 2015 by Varian Milagro
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Tyler seemed better in the morning, although I couldn’t remember what had been bothering him. I asked Wendy, but she couldn’t remember either. We asked Tyler over breakfast. He answered with a shrug. I blew it off to the confusion of childhood.

After Tyler headed out the door for school I took a shower while Lily bounced in the door jamb. I skipped washing my hair. I didn’t have time to let it dry and blow drying was so rough on it. I sat on the bedroom floor in front of Lily and braided my hair. I talked to her about what I was doing and she bounced, babbled and laughed.

As I dressed I decided that it was time to do some more shopping with Abbey. First none of my bras fit; the bands had all shrunk. I couldn’t wrap them around my chest. I also struggled to find a shirt that fit well. They were all tight across my chest. On Sunday I was suddenly too big for my nightgown and today my shirts were too tight. I felt like a fat cow. It was time to join Abbey at her Weight Watchers meetings.

I didn’t know what to do about my breasts. I didn’t want to go braless, but I didn’t have time to go bra shopping either. None of my shirts had built-in bras; in fact, none of them looked like they’d been designed with boobs in mind. No wonder they were tight across the chest. That didn’t explain why they’d fit yesterday. I opted for a soft cotton, long sleeve shirt. My boobs bobbed and swayed with every step, but it couldn’t be helped. Once Tyler arrived home from school I’d take the kids to Target and buy a couple bras. I bundled up Lily and headed to the restaurant.

Story: Role with it (part 2 of 4)

Role with it (part 2 of 4)
By Varian Milagro


Copyright © 2015 by Varian Milagro
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

I awoke to Wendy’s alarm on Monday morning. My first stop was to the bathroom to take a leak. As Wendy took a shower I threw on my robe and headed to Lily’s room. After changing her diaper I carried her to Tyler’s room to get him up. After that I headed to the kitchen to start some coffee and warm Lily’s bottle. I held Lily in one arm while I prepped breakfast, which isn’t easy. They don’t teach you how to mix pancake batter one handed at the Culinary Institute of America, but they should. Wendy appeared with Tyler in tow by time Lily’s bottle had warmed. She held Lily while she drank her formula and I got back to work on breakfast.

“What do you have going on today?” Wendy asked as we ate.

“While Tyler is in school I’ll be shopping for supplies for that catering gig,” I said.

“I get to do show and tell at school. I’m going to show the truck I got on my birthday,” Tyler said.

Lily babbled happily as she smeared her face with a slice of pear.

After kissing Wendy as she went out the door I helped Tyler dress for school. Lily and I waved goodbye to her brother as he walked down the street to his bus stop. I then hurried back to the car, buckled Lily into her car seat and drove to Abbey’s. She didn’t have to work until eleven, so she was going to watch Lily and then I was going to watch Evan after school.

I had three stores to hit before I had to pick Lily up again. My first stop was at The Restaurateur’s BFF, a restaurant supply store. I was catering an event for over a hundred people at Willow Grove lodge in three days. While I was only providing the food and another company was doing the actual serving, it was a big task for a lone chef and I needed to supplement my own meager supplies. I still had most everything I needed to make the food, but I was lacking on the supplies to serve it. Among other things, I’d need half a dozen chafing dishes, a couple insulated food carriers, several large salad bowls, a couple beverage dispensers, and a couple coffee urns.

Story: Role with it (part 1 of 4)

Role with It (part 1 of 4)
by Varian Milagro

Copyright © 2015 by Varian Milagro
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

The cloying smell of cigar smoke assaulted me as I approached the door to the garage. I was going to kick my brother-in-law’s ass. He knew that Wendy didn’t allow smoking in the house, not even the garage. I opened the door. Wendy was showing off one of her power tools to Charlie and Roger. Sure enough, Charlie had a lit cigar. Then I noticed that Roger had one as well. So did Wendy.

I stared at her for nearly a minute. I watched as she lifted the half foot cigar to her mouth and wrapped her ruby lips around it. What an incongruous sight. My petite wife, dressed in a skirt and heels, her heart shaped face framed by her long blonde hair, her diamond wedding ring sparkling on her finger, her short nails painted the same shade of red as her lips, and a big fat cigar in her mouth. It looked so weird.

“What are you doing?” I asked Wendy.

“Sorry, I’ll turn on the fan,” Wendy said, smoke spurting from her mouth.

“Why are you smoking a cigar and in the house, for god’s sake?”

“We’ll smoke outside, okay?” Wendy put the cigar in her mouth, took her belt sander from Roger and set it on her work bench. “You could join us, you know. Charlie has another cigar.”

“I sure hope you’re kidding,” I said.

Wendy flashed me a slight frown as Roger and Charlie burst out laughing. I hit the button on the garage door opener and the door rumbled open.

Wendy stared at me for another moment and then said, “Come on you two. We can finish these on the back deck. I’ll show you the bench I made last week.”

I watched the three of them walk outside and then hit the garage door button again.

“He’s got you on a pretty short leash,” Charlie said as the door descended.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Wendy said. The rest was cut off when the door finished closing.

I walked back into the house, not understanding what I’d just witnessed. Wendy was an ardent non-smoker as was I. Why she’d suddenly take up smoking—cigars of all things—was beyond me. And on top of that she’d offered one to me. Why would she do that?

Comic Recommendation: Stormfies Tumblr page

Stormfries has a Tumblr site packed with his or her TG favorites; comics, sequences, photo captions, videos, single images, stories. A lot of it is x-rated, so be careful where you view it. The entries are tagged, but there isn't much else in the way of navigation tools. As of this post there are 262 pages, each with multiple posts. It's a real grab bag. I clicked on random pages and found comics and artists that I'd never heard of before. I've been searching the internet for TG material since the web started.

Here are a links for a couple of the tags on the site

TG-Caption - 114 pages

TG - 92 pages

Mind Change - 31 pages

TG-Hypnosis - 14 Pages

TG-Forced-Fem - 8 pages

TG-Sequenz - 4 pages

Evil-TG-Caption - 4 pages

TG-Video - 3 pages

TG-transformation - 1 page

Story: Welcome to the Club

Welcome to the Club
By Varian Milagro


I sat up on my Cervelo R3 as I coasted into the cul-de-sac where I lived with my significant other, Avril. I sucked electrolyte infused water from my Polar high-performance water bottle while I checked my stats on my Garmin Forerunner. Heart rate was 160 beats per minute and my average speed a brisk 21 miles per hour which wasn’t bad considering that included traffic lights on my 22 mile commute from work. I turned into my driveway and nearly cursed. My neighbor, Angus “Tank” Hillman was working on his motorcycle again.

Avril was going to flip. As usual Angus had his garage door open and his 1980s rock music blaring. He claimed that he needed the door open to ventilate the garage and needed the music to concentrate. Avril preferred new age music; rock music grated on her nerves. I didn’t mind the music, but I wished that Angus would at least wear clothes that fit. The site of his ass crack was enough to put me off my dinner.

I dismounted from my bike and crept to the front door, avoiding the garage, fearing that its sound would alert Angus to my presence.

“Howdy, neighbor,” said Angus in his deep gruff voice. “How goes the war?”

“Hello, Angus.” I leaned my bicycle against my house and walked over to the property line. “How are you on this fine spring day?”

“Another day above ground so I can’t complain.”

“Are you working on a new bike?” I asked, looking into his garage. The previous motorcycle had been blue and this one was black. “That doesn’t look like the one you were working on last week.”

“You got a good eye, chief. Yeah, I finished up the Fat Boy and now I’m working on a 1994 Sportster 883.”

While Angus rambled about the history of Harley Davidson, how great their bikes were and the heydays of the great biker gangs, I wondered what I’d done in a previous life to deserve a neighbor like him. It must have been pretty horrendous.