Weekend Update - Fetishes

Hey everyone! 

What's going on in the picture, you ask? 

SpicyGaming put up another art contest, this time with time travel for the theme. 

Naturally, I figured the way to go would be Grace meeting her future self and being so distracted with her bigger rack she doesn't notice Doctor Who appearing behind her to chase down a demon horse and unicorn with her companion and Wolverine's help down city streets in the 1920s. 

Anyway, I wrote another long post this week, so if you don't feel like reading it, I won't be offended! Also, I included a TL;DR at the bottom. 

Patreon is including a message at the bottom of this post basically saying it sounds too "adult" and will likely be reviewed, so I'm not posting this publicly. I even went through it and tried to change a few words, but it still has that message. I haven't seen the message before, so perhaps it's new. Either that or I'm not usually quite so vulgar? 

Ha! Right.

Maybe they don't like the word fetish? Continuing...

On Fetishes:

I realized I never posted an official follow up for the fetish quizzes, so this post is meant to fix that!

It was fun to hear everyone’s feedback on what you prefer. It was eye opening to me with some fetishes I've always seen as linked that aren't to some of you. Funny how all that works. It all led me to attempt to make more effort in keeping each thing optional if possible.

The other thing I found interesting was how many damn overlapping fetishes there are. Sure, I was aware of most of them, but as I researched it, I found a few that I’d never heard of.

Now, I’ve touched on my own preferences a few times, as well as what I’m willing to put in a game or story. But now is a good time as any to get even more specific.

Basically, if something is a big focus of mine, we’ve seen it in Hypnosis already. I’m sure more than a few people downloaded the game and got a few episodes in before saying, “girls growing bustier? One of the girls looking pregnant after giving head all night? Encouraging a girl to sleep with her best friend? What the hell is this?”

The game is weird enough to the average player that I started putting disclaimers and explanations in the game description and at the beginning of the game itself. A lot of people play the game thinking it’s going to be about commanding girls to do things against their will, then they're surprised when they find a protagonist who is content to offer help for the girls in his life a chance to look and act their best selves.

Sure, I slowly shifted the focus of the game to focus more on the power the watch holds, but if you want to keep pushing the Main Character to use the watch for his selfish gain, it’s slow going. The plot isn’t the typical “hypnotize everyone to do what I want”. It’s about trying to help the girls while still taking advantage of the situation. Without the watch, would the MC be dating eight girls at once? Not a chance.

In retrospect, I believe I should have named Hypnosis something else. The title came from the original story the game is based on, and that story was only posted on a breast expansion story archive, The Overflowing Bra. The title was meant to refer to controlling the body more so than the mind.

Is the MC really missing out on anything, at the end of the day? I’d argue that he isn’t.

The good news, for me, is the game generally attracted supporters looking more for the aspects I enjoyed than the ones I don't.

Where do my fetishes come from?

Mostly, I’d say from personal experience. They say a lot of fetishes stem from puberty, and I don’t doubt that’s part of it. I remember the age when the girls around me started gaining their figures. It didn’t happen all at once. Some were faster than others, and some were far more pronounced than others.

I was slow on the uptake, and I wasn’t paying attention to them until I suddenly found myself surrounded by something entirely new. My classmates had transformed. They weren’t girls anymore. They were women. Magical beings who walked with a sway in their hips and wore clothing that flattered their shape.

As a teenager, I was very attracted to a woman’s curves. Sure, for most girls, there was a direct correlation between big boobs and having a big gut to match, but every now and then you’d come across a girl who was overly blessed.

And yes, a nice ass is great too, but I soon learned that it was breasts that commanded my attention. An ass is only there when she’s facing away from you. It’s nice consolation prize when she walks away, but it isn’t the same as the reward you get from managing to continue a conversation despite all the distraction of creamy cleavage begging you to break eye contact to stare at as it jiggles with every breath.

But on the flip side of that, I sometimes felt like I was a prisoner to the tiddies. I wanted girls who had them, and I was less attracted to the girls who didn’t. Sometimes this was something I wished I didn’t have to deal with. As a teenager, there are far more girls with small racks to choose from than big ones. And the ones who were blessed were surrounded by other breast lovers who were all after the same thing.

It made competition fierce. There were a few girls I was friends with that seemed to want more, but they didn’t have what I desired on a base level. I didn’t choose it. Sometimes it felt like a curse. I was at the mercy of my desires.

It wasn’t like I didn’t give the flat girls a chance. I’d do my best. But I’d always find myself lusting after the girl walking in with the big ol’ rack.

So I’d imagine. What if this girl gained the freshman fifteen, and it all went to the right places? What if she took birth control and she gained a couple cup sizes?

I’d learn I wasn’t the first to come up with this fantasy. The internet is filled with weirdos, and thousands of them share a similar desire.

Then, it would happen. I’d date a girl. She’d turn nineteen and she’d develop her mother’s figure, growing from a C cup to a double D. I’d be ecstatic. I’d stick around with her far longer than I should have, dealing with her bullshit and spoiling her all for that fantastic rack.

We’d break up, I’d find another. Girls in their 20s are more likely to be busty, even more so in their 30s. Dating apps became a thing. I’d date multiple girls at once, usually three. First was the “nice” girl. She was fun, she was cool. She gave great BJs. She was there to pick you up from the bar if you didn’t meet anyone new. She was also the confidence boost. You aren’t as worried about talking to a new girl when you already have a sure thing as a backup.

Next was the hot girl. She was the one you wanted to show off to your friends. She was the reason you didn’t ask the nice girl out. She was a bit mentally unstable, or a bit mean. Maybe spoiled. Something to prevent you from wanting to actually date her. And things with her never lasted longer than a couple of months. But damn, was it fun while it lasted.

And third was the wild card. She was a girl your friend was trying to set you up with. She was the girl you met at the bar who gave you her number. She was the girl you texted with all night. She never lasted long, or she would replace either the nice girl or the hot girl once the other ones got tired of your shit.

This was my 20s, and half of my 30s. I didn’t have relationships. But I also wasn’t single.

I’m not particularly good looking. Not packing anything surprising. But the advantage I had over my friends is that I knew when to shut the hell up and get out of my own way. The amount of times I’ve watched my friends talk their way out of a sure thing was amazing. Not to say I never did myself, but I did it far less. 

Plus, I had the confidence. I had the sure thing at home. And I wasn’t looking for the same girl everyone else was. My friends were looking for a one night stand or a girl so far out of their league they would spend a couple hundred bucks on a first date.

I was looking for the nice girl, or the hot girl. I was aware of something my friends didn’t seem to grasp. There aren’t any nice hot girls available. They were either already taken, or they had no interest in me. Because I didn’t have all that much to offer. I wasn't rich. Didn’t have a career. Only skimming through life with two roommates, living in the bay area of California where making under 40k a year selling phones was living below the poverty line.

Not to say I wasn’t looking for a relationship. If the stars aligned, great. But they didn’t. Not for the better part of a decade. Plus, I was being kind of an asshole. Sure, I was honest. I wasn’t promising loyalty, because I refused to be a cheater. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t leading some of them on.

But that’s where the stories come from. The “what if”.

I have the kind of mind that likes to analyze things, to figure out what went wrong, or what little decision could have changed my life. What if I’d moved to San Diego? What if I’d been more proactive with that one girl that time…

And that leaves room for infinite stories. It doesn’t always have to be a hypnotic watch. Sometimes it’s simply “what if I’d said the right thing…”

And, lately, it’s compounded by another factor.

About five years ago, I was dating a girl. We’d been chatting for six months, which was far longer than the usual two. I’d broken things off with the girls before her, both the cool girl who lived down the street who loved butt stuff and had a facial fetish and the super hot middle school teacher who was out of my league but also happened to be super depressed, made me realize I didn't hate tattoos and had the tightest little...

But the new girl was half black. She was cute, she was a bit nerdy, and she was packing G cups. She took me on a trip for my birthday, paid for the hotel. We got drunk and went to the aquarium. She got more drunk than I did, and got mad at me for some stupid comment I made. She didn’t always speak sarcasm…

I took her to get some pizza. Both to sober her up and to get her to no longer be hangry.

As we ate out on the patio, she looked me dead in the eye and said, “I want to have your baby.”

“What?” I said, probably with a dumb look on my face.

“I like your genes. I think if we made a kid it would be super cute. And I’m at the point in my life where I think I want to be a mom. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect you to take care of it, or anything like that, if you didn’t want to. But you should know, that if we keep hooking up, I’m going to try to get pregnant.”

This, like every pregnancy scare that I’ve had, freaked me the fuck out.

When I asked her about it later, she apparently didn’t remember any of it.

But it was enough that we broke things off.

Still, a few months later, there was something hot about it all. Maybe it was the fact that I was in my 30s now and the biological desire was growing, the survival instinct pushing through my general fear of commitment. But imagining her belly and boobs growing was somehow magical.

But pregnancy with a girl I wasn’t ready for was such a huge fear for me, that it became almost a fear boner kind of thing. I’d had a few close calls in the past, and each time struck fear through my heart. But…

It grew into another “what if”.

What if I ended up with the girl I’d knocked up when I was 20 named Haley, and she hadn’t miscarried? Or, when her friend Jenn told me, “don’t you dare knock me up too!” before kissing me, I had acted on it?

What would life be like if I’d ended up with…

It’s a crazy concept. And it’s also far, far easier to deal with now that I’m happy. Now that I have my nice/cool/hot girl who is better than I deserve.

So those are the two driving factors of my fetishes. Big ol’ tiddies, compounded by the fear boner of what happens if you accidentally knock a girl up (and sometimes deliberately) interacting with a guy who is dating multiple girls at once and knows that the time is limited before they break it off with him, with the distant hope that maybe, if he convinced them to have a threesome, maybe he could keep both…

Sure, there’s fantasy in there. But there is also a relatively high amount of reality based elements. 

And that's the breakdown of the origin of my fetishes, at least that I'm aware of. I prefer things based in reality. Tiddies don't appear instantly out of nothing, because that would need to be magic. Mass needs to come from somewhere to obey the laws of physics. This is why the girls in my stories need to eat to gain weight, and why they grow relatively slowly.

The human body is incapable of performing a spontaneous gender change. Human females don't grow over 7 feet tall. I mention this because they are common fetishes that overlap with breast expansion. I've read stories that featured these, and some I found interesting.

But when something is incapable of ever happening in real life, that takes away some of the fun for me. I like the ability for something to be possible. Can you be hypnotized and commanded to stand up straighter, quit smoking and work out more? Probably, I don't know. 

Can your body be commanded to increase its estrogen levels and grow bigger boobs? Probably not. But to me, it sounds possible. 

My point is, I'm less attracted to some of the more extreme overlapping fetishes that rely on fantasy to exist. I'm not saying I don't enjoy them in other media on occasion, but I don't fully understand the appeal. And that's the key. If I don't understand a fetish, I find it best to leave it alone. 

Sometimes I'll attempt to include something I don't fully relate to as a challenge to myself to see if I can put a spin on it to make it sound hot in my own mind. But most of the times I've attempted to write about a fetish I didn't understand, I felt like I didn't do it justice.

Some of you would claim my games to be relatively vanilla, some would call them pretty damn extreme with how far they go. But I see myself as right in the middle, because don't we all? I like what I like. And I appreciate all of you offering support with the different projects I'm working on. I'll continue to do my best with everything, and I hope you won't be too disappointed if there's something you asked for that I'm unable to deliver.

Then again, what's the saying? If you want it done right, do it yourself? That's the motto I had when I started out, knowing what I liked and seeing that it didn't exist, at least not in the combination I had in mind. 

I love encouraging others to attempt their own projects, whether it's a short story, comic, game or other media. Even if it's just for fun, if it's something you want to do, why not try? I have several channels on Discord dedicated to sharing your projects with others, and I'm happy to recommend media to others.

Sometimes all you need is a supportive audience to give you feedback and encourage you, and that's something a lot of people are happy to provide.

What's the "too long; didn't read"?

The TL;DR is, thanks for all the ideas and input on your fetishes! There are a ton of overlapping ones that some of you have, so I wanted to go into detail on what I consider to have influenced mine and what they are. I don't share all the ones mentioned and voted upon, and that's to be expected. 

And, as I've mentioned in the past, if I don't share or understand a certain fetish, I won't attempt to include it, because I don't believe I would do it justice. If something is already in Hypnosis, Endowed, or the side stories I've posted I'm into it! And you'll see more of it.

Still, I enjoyed having the polls to see just how crazy we all are about some things. You guys are great, and I appreciate all the input and feedback.

Thank you!