Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Comic: Transporter Mishap - Part 1 of 5
The following is a comic I commissioned from Rodolfo Andrade in April 2009. It is based on another comic commissioned by Thrandrall (I highly recommend his website, Transformation Repository, if you like transformation comics). You can see his original commission on the Process Production Forum. It is called Transporter Malfunction. You probably need to have an account in order to see the comic (accounts are free and there is tons of transformation information and art on the site, going back years).
Thrandrall posted a link to the website that did commissions on the cheap (defunct now, I fear). I decided to do a sequel to his comic. I spent a few days coming up with the followup idea and reference photos. In retrospect, I probably should have asked Thrandrall if he minded if I shoehorn in on his idea. Oh, well.
Thrandrall posted a link to the website that did commissions on the cheap (defunct now, I fear). I decided to do a sequel to his comic. I spent a few days coming up with the followup idea and reference photos. In retrospect, I probably should have asked Thrandrall if he minded if I shoehorn in on his idea. Oh, well.
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Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Story: Sleeping in the Enemy
Sleeping in the Enemy
By Varian Milagro
I slammed my feet against the wall of my confinement. It yielded, slightly. My captor was on the move again. I did not know her plans, but I intended to thwart them; her goals were not mine. I kicked again and was rewarded with a groan, which reverberated all around me. My prison continued to sway. I knew not where she headed; my prison had no windows, nor any light. I’d been in darkness since my imprisonment many months prior.
I pushed again, with both feet and hands. Success. She stopped. I heard a familiar, muffled, male voice from outside. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, I never could. Hers were the only words I’d comprehended since my confinement.
“No, I don’t need to sit,” my enemy said.
I rotated my body. Turning in the tight confines was nearly impossible, but I wanted better leverage. I braced my shoulder against what I suspect was her pelvic bone and kicked upwards, repeatedly.
“On second thought, perhaps sitting for awhile would be a good idea. She’s pretty active today. Can you get me some water, honey?”
I sensed movement again, but instead of swaying, we seemed to descend for a moment followed by an abrupt halt, then stillness.
“There, there little girl,” she said.
By Varian Milagro
I slammed my feet against the wall of my confinement. It yielded, slightly. My captor was on the move again. I did not know her plans, but I intended to thwart them; her goals were not mine. I kicked again and was rewarded with a groan, which reverberated all around me. My prison continued to sway. I knew not where she headed; my prison had no windows, nor any light. I’d been in darkness since my imprisonment many months prior.
I pushed again, with both feet and hands. Success. She stopped. I heard a familiar, muffled, male voice from outside. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, I never could. Hers were the only words I’d comprehended since my confinement.
“No, I don’t need to sit,” my enemy said.
I rotated my body. Turning in the tight confines was nearly impossible, but I wanted better leverage. I braced my shoulder against what I suspect was her pelvic bone and kicked upwards, repeatedly.
“On second thought, perhaps sitting for awhile would be a good idea. She’s pretty active today. Can you get me some water, honey?”
I sensed movement again, but instead of swaying, we seemed to descend for a moment followed by an abrupt halt, then stillness.
“There, there little girl,” she said.
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