Kitsune Dragoon

Cumming of Age Page 33

Andi learns a new trick from Winnie.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Commission Poll 102A

Event once again wins the polling, sending us to our next poll. This will go through January 16, 2026, 12:30 PM.

Cumming of Age Page 32

Filling out Andi's Wardrobe...

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

January Schedule

Happy New Year all! Hope that your new year brings good fortune and better habits formed! Let's start this year off right!

(Schedule subject to change due to complications and/or author brainrot)

Current Commission Poll: [Busted] Commission Poll 102A (Ends: 01/16/2026)
Current Ooze Wizard Apprentice Version: 0.3998 (Public: 04/13/2025)
Current Synthetica: Plastic Space Version: 0.5A (Busted: 08/24/2025)
Current Cumming of Age - Day 3: Page 31 | Page 32 | Page 33 | Page 34
Current Diaries of an Ooze Witch: 1.1-1.10 | 2.1-2.2 | 2.3-2.4 | 2.5-2.6 | 2.7-2.8 | 2.9-2.10
Current Ooze Wizard Apprentice Comic - Chapter 3: Page 68 | Page 69 | Page 70

01/02/2026 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age Page 32

01/04/2026 - [Bimbofied] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.5-2.6)
01/04/2026 - [Stacked] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.3-2.4)
01/04/2026 - [Busted] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.1-2.2)
01/04/2026 - [Free To All] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (1.9-1.10)

01/09/2026 - [Busted] Commission Poll 102A (Ends: 01/16/2026)

01/11/2026 - [Stacked] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.5-2.6)
01/11/2026 - [Busted] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.3-2.4)
01/11/2026 - [Free To All] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.1-2.2)

01/12/2026 - [Transcendent] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.7-2.8)

01/16/2026 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age Page 33

01/18/2026 - [Transcendent] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.9-2.10)
01/18/2026 - [Bimbofied] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.7-2.8)
01/18/2026 - [Busted] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.5-2.6)
01/18/2026 - [Free To All] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.3-2.4)

01/25/2026 - [Transcendent] Ooze Wizard Apprentice (page 69)
01/18/2026 - [Bimbofied] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.9-2.10)
01/25/2026 - [Stacked] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.7-2.8)
01/25/2026 - [Free To All] Diary of an Ooze Wizard (2.5-2.6)

01/30/2026 - [Busted] Commission Poll 103 (Ends 02/13/2026)
01/30/2026 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age Page 34

[Stacked] Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 2.5-2.6

2.5

We continued our trek through the Iron Pass in spite of Jeru’s protestations to the contrary. There was a light rain passing overhead and Jeru contended that something was not settling right with him while here, something I had dismissed as a hangover that continued to plague him in his waking hours. Even if he had been suffering something untoward, I believed it more prudent to get ourselves past the Iron Pass within the next day if we were going to arrive in Placedo on time. Jeru disagreed with me on this, but my mind was made up on this. He eventually stopped his protests and helped clean up camp, albeit at a slower rate than he normally does. That probably should have been my first real warning.

As we traveled several hours, I watched Jeru remain more silent than he normally is in my company. We were nearing the afternoon hours and the rain had still not stopped pouring down atop us. Jeru’s health seemed to dwindle before my eyes as his ailments lasted longer than any meager hangover could. It became obvious that the weather was not agreeing with his constitution, that he may have eaten something rotten. I felt shame well up inside of me as I realized my error in judgment. Keen on fixing things, I had pulled the wagon over and reevaluated my travel plans as I presided over my ailing friend.

Keeping him warm, I swaddled him in heavy blankets to preserve his body heat. My Mother had taught me some home remedies in my youth, remedies that I endeavored to use on Jeru to address his maladies. Unfortunately, most of them proved to be largely ineffective and failed to make a lasting impact on his health. Save for one remedy, that of heated chicken broth that showed some signs of helping Jeru’s upset stomach. It soon became evident that if we were to not aggravate his condition any further, further travel would have to be suspended for the time being. While I am averse to losing precious time in our travels, I would be at more of a loss if I was the cause of further complicating my friend’s condition.

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2.6

Spending another day camped out in the Iron Pass, I took care of Jeru’s health. Some needed bed rest was apparently enough to start to see the color return to his face. As his condition improved, so too did his need to talk. I humored him as I prepared some more chicken broth for him and found that he had already been looking into some things on my behalf. While we were at the “Swollen Clam,” he recounted some of their tales and rumors. While most of it was tripe and superstition, there was at least one yarn that he spun that caught my attention. While he was getting drunk at the tavern, he noticed one of the patrons seemed to guard one of their hands carefully. At first, Jeru thought that the patron was nursing an injury of some kind, but as the night carried on and he was able to get a clearer look at what the patron was keeping hidden, Jeru saw it: A lock of hair, wrapped neatly around the man’s knuckle. At first glance, it appeared innocuous enough, something almost beneath notice. But it was the way the patron guarded it, stealing brief moments to caress the lock when he had thought no one was looking at it that had given rise to Jeru’s suspicions. He attempted to question the patron on it, remarking on how withdrawn the man had been that he was now idly playing with someone’s hair instead of engaging the tavern in conversation.

The patron seemed scandalized by this, recoiling and almost hissing at my friend to stay away before retreating to a far corner of the tavern. At the time, Jeru thought nothing more of the man aside from his being some random lunatic. However, as he saw my attention hung on his words, he soon knew that it was of dire importance to me. I asked him if he knew anything more about this lunatic, but alas, what he had informed me was about the extent of his knowledge on the subject. Jeru apologized to me for not bringing it up earlier, that if he had known the lock of hair was something worth knowing about, he would have pressed the patron further. I waved him off, assuaging his concerns in the matter. While the information might have proven useful at the time, there was no need to regret what couldn’t have been helped. He still seemed contrite but also understanding. Regardless, I told him that what information he did procure actually proved beneficial. It gave more weight to my Brother’s madness not being simple chance but the work of something more insidious.

As I write this, the patter of light rain can be heard outside of my tent. As I stay with Jeru through the night, the sounds of light showers bring me back to nights spent in Steelbane as a child, with my Mother. She often sang to me on particularly stormy nights to soothe me to sleep. Even now, the drone of rain droplets cause me to drift toward sleep. Still, I make a point to stay with Jeru until he falls asleep. When he finally does so, I am free to make my plans for the rest of the trip. We should be able to make it out of the Iron Pass tomorrow, which gives us another day’s journey before we can make it to Placedo.

I am at once filled with anticipation and dread.

Commission Poll 102

A little... A lot late on this one. Good Girls Get Upgrades gets the nod for the commission, so when the artist is ready, I'll have that one lined up. This brings us to our next poll to decide the category to get the next commission. Polling will continue through January 9, 2026, 12:30 PM.

Still working on getting out the next Ooze Witch Diaries Entry out. I've made some more progress on writing for Ooze Wizard Apprentice as well... Hopefully I can get some stuff out in the new year.

• Kitsune Dragoon

[Busted] Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 2.3-2.4

2.3

We arrived in Hasbeck a little before sundown and reserved a room at the local inn. Jeru immediately took to the nearest tavern like the lush he is to “gather information.” I saw no reason to dissuade him from his frivolity as I had other business to handle that would benefit from his absence. Talking with the local merchants in town, I found that Hasbeck had recently surveyed an iron ore deposit in the mountains north of them, driving down the price of our own iron and hampering our goals. Fortunately, I was able to get in touch with a blacksmith in the vicinity who recognized my family’s crest and sought to bargain for a portion of our iron. He confessed that he had dealings with our family in the past and that our iron was some of the best he had the opportunity to work with. Grateful for the chance to unload some of our stock, I cut a deal with the blacksmith to purchase a fifth of our stock for a premium. Not the plan that I had hoped for, but still better than nothing.

With my business concluded, I sought out Jeru at the local tavern, “The Swollen Clam.” When I arrived, he was already three sheets to the wind, singing a tavern song with some fast friends he had made. It was fascinating how quickly he could inebriate himself so readily, as if he were trying his damnedest to drink himself into oblivion. While I waited for a chance to pull him away from his frivolities, I sat at the bar and ordered something light from the bartender. As he poured me a beer, I asked him if he had seen anything unusual in recent times. He responded with a shrug as he served me my beer. Pulling a Gold Milan Coin from my purse, I offered it with an additional question of if he had seen any particularly comely women enter his establishment. Understanding what I was getting at, the Barkeep smirked and palmed the coin in his large, meaty palm. He told me that comely women come through Hasbeck fairly often, but he knew I wasn’t looking for just any beauty. There had been a woman passing through the town about a week ago who refused to leave his mind. The Barkeep seemed wistful as he recalled that the woman had dark hair and lips, her skin pale and eyes bewitching. But it was her figure that gave him pause: svelte and voluptuous were the words he used to describe her, a beauty with only the most womanly of curves. My attention hung on those words as I bid him to speak further. With her ample bosom and devious charm, she had apparently been the toast of the tavern. While it did not completely match the description of my Brother’s muse, it still felt like a lead to go off of. I asked the Barkeep if he knew which way she was traveling, to which he made mention of her heading back to Ventigiore through the Iron Pass.

I thanked him for his information as I scanned back around for Jeru, finding him debauched and playing parlor games with his new friends. When I felt the moment was right, I pulled him away from his entertainment and chastised him for getting so drunk that he was barely able to stand up. Throwing one of his arms over my shoulder, I allowed him to lean on me as we made our way back to the inn. Once in a bed, Jeru fell instantly into a slumber, one that I intend to follow him into as I finish this entry.

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2.4

The trip to the Iron Pass was rather uneventful. The sale of a fifth of our iron stock had made travel slightly easier for us, but only marginally so. Jeru suffered from his night of drinking as we trekked forward, something I delighted in teasing him over. He balked at my attempts to jeer him and tried to change the subject several times before electing to stay silent.

Upon reaching the Iron Pass, we were approach by several Templar Knights. They inquired the purpose of our travels. Having nothing to hide, I told the truth to them and stated that Placedo had been my destination. One of the knights recognized my family crest and took that as proof enough of my trustworthiness, expediting the inspection of our caravan. When the inspection was over, they allowed us through without any further incident.

When we were out of earshot, Jeru wondered out loud what gave the Templars the right to patrol the Iron Pass. It was a fair question and one I was inclined to entertain him on. I explained that at one point, the Iron Pass was hotly contested by both the nations of Ventigiore and Scinok as a valuable trade route. Before unification, the two sides would contest ownership of the pass, often times coming to blows over it. When the nations were unified under the Kingdom of Wide, King Veidhardt met with Baron Van Scipio of Steelbane and Baron Cleral of Placedo to make an arrangement that both sides could be amenable to. As neither side trusted the other to allow soldiers to patrol the Iron Pass, a compromise was made as King Veidhardt tapped the Order of Midas Knights Templar, a neutral order in the conflict, as the sole faction allowed sway in the pass. They would be its caretakers and mediate any disruptions between the two sides.

My verbose explanation only drew Jeru’s ire as he gave me a look of derision. While I do admit that my tongue may have gotten away from me, I relish the idea of lording my education over Jeru from time to time. Perhaps I am too prideful in the matter, but seeing the look on his face brings a smugness to my smile as I savor a small victory in this matter.

Regardless, we continued into the pass without incident. Aside from some fellow merchants and the occasional Templar, our trek proved rather uneventful. By the time nightfall hit, we were able to make it to the halfway point of the Iron Pass, where our diligence was rewarded with the sighting of an unnamed Inn. Despite Jeru’s grumblings of there not being any proper accommodations here, I found the dwelling to be a bit rustic but ultimately a welcome reprieve. It would appear that Jeru would have to find other means to whet his appetite for drink. Even as I write this, Jeru is wandering nearby, looking for some form of alcohol from any of the nearby travelers. I fear his search may be hopeless in this regard.

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Cumming of Age Page 31

Winnie waits and Andi models her new dress.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 2.1-2.2

2.1

As I watched Father sign his name to the last of the paperwork, I pondered how we had gotten to this point. Here I was, about to assume the role of liaison to Placedo, as primary heir to the Steel Family Fortune. By any metric, I should have been overjoyed that he would trust me with such responsibilities in service of the family. It was to be a mark of my Father’s great expectations for me and the future that I would be seizing. And while I have no intentions of disappointing him in the matter, the events that had led us here still weigh heavily on my mind. Had it not been for my Brother’s madness, I would still be a kept Son, with no more freedom to move around than my own Sister could attest to. It is only by this tragedy that I am allowed to succeed, and the irony could not be more apparent to me.

My Father and his colleagues offer me praise and encouragement for my advancement, but I’ve become all too aware of how hollow and empty they are. Had William not fallen to his mania, had he stayed his charming self and continued to act on behalf of the Family in Placedo, they would not be lauding me as they were now. I understand quite clearly that my station was given not out of merit but necessity, and the notion stalks my being every waking moment. I feel the charlatan, an impostor among men of actual achievement. Their accolades mean nothing to me because I know I have earned nothing.

My self loathing is interrupted by my Father as he voices his intentions on expanding toward the western cities of Widegard. It is in the aftermath of the skirmish with the Remian Union that calls for reconstruction are reaching our ears, alerting us to potential for growth within our operations. I hold my tongue and tacitly accept his renewed interest in the region. I had known that the territory was ripe for picking ages ago, but even still, lording it over him now would only threaten to put me out of Father’s favor, as tainted as that favor may be. Instead, I nod at his assessment and smile softly as he tells me his plans to curry influence with them. All I can do is nod and listen as he regales me with his plans, a soft resentment building beneath the surface all the while.

When he finally tires of hearing his own voice, Father dismisses me from his chambers as I am allowed to begin making arrangements for travel to my new post in Placedo. I lick my lips in anticipation as I make headway toward my other objective. While I by all means intend to handle business in the city, my passion, my drive has been made clear: To get to the bottom of this tragedy that befell William. As proof of my intention, I must comb over any and all of his previous dealings in the city. Surely, there would be a clue as to whom this harlot could have been, that someone had seen this woman of impeccable and heart rending beauty. If my maddened Brother is to be believed, it would be impossible to hide a woman of such voluptuousness and the trail of broken hearts in her wake.

And as I make my way to the tavern, I know just the man to enlist in my crusade. Jeru, despite his less than virtuous demeanor, possesses a darker wisdom about him that makes him easily qualified to sniff out any rumor or morsel of information about my target. Years of tavern crawls and pub dives, his reputation and stature as a drunk is more of a boon than a hindrance to me in this manner. Jeru’s eyes and ears can gather more information than I could alone, not to mention his loyalty is unerring. All he truly asked for to help me in my mission was to cover his tabs for any and all pubs and taverns he would be attending. While I have no doubt he will cost a pretty Milan in coin, I foresee it as a worthwhile investment: I fund his debauchery, he provides me with desperately needed information. Jeru seems happy to oblige me, seeming rather glib about the endeavor and slightly excited to attend pubs outside of Steelbane.

As my preparations come to an end, I think back to the strand of hair I keep stored away in a locket. Retrieving the item from my pocket, I snap the cover open and gaze upon its flaxen beauty, curled inside of the compartment for storage. It takes some effort on my part to pull myself away from its image as I click the cover back over its contents. How could something so small, so insignificant, become the object of such desire. I remind myself again of my Brother’s grotesque painting, how it had oozed off of the canvas, smelling of rot and decay. It is fortunate I had ordered its destruction, as there is no telling what damage it could have held for the Family as a whole.

I shake my head and look back to the vanity. Focusing myself on the task at hand, I intend to use this opportunity to bring the harlot to justice.

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2.2

I pay respect to my Family as they wish me well on my journey to Placedo, capital city of the Ventigiore Province. Arissa promises me that she will take care of Mother in light of recent events while Father offers me a hand to shake before I leave. Part of me is surprised by this gesture, as if he is attempting to kindle his newfound respect for my endeavor. However, I stay guarded, not assured of my own place in the business and still harboring the guilt of my Brother’s madness upon my shoulders. I return the favor and pray for Father’s success as he grips my hand tightly, clenching firmly to my own. It is a strength I am unable to return to him, as he only stops when a faint expression of pain can be seen on my face. Without any further exchange, Father releases my hand and nods to me solemnly. I try best to mimic him, only succeeding to increase the tension of my departure.

Leading a caravan eastward, Jeru and I mark the Iron Pass as our quickest route to Placedo. A trip that would normally take us three days provided there was no trouble along the way and if weather was on our side. Jeru is in good spirits and regards the start of our journey to be positive. It is during sundown of the first night, when we are resting our laurels, that Jeru points out that we could probably make better time if we sold some of our wares in the town of Hasbeck. While it was true that we could reach there before the next nightfall, taking the hit to our finances by underselling on our iron reserves seems irresponsible to me.

It was then that Jeru pointed out that we could probably make better time if we sold some of our iron reserves at Hasbeck instead of Placedo. Word had it that the markets further north were becoming more competitive due to my Brother’s tenuous grip on the Family’s financial connections to the city. Even if we sold some of our iron reserves in Hasbeck at a discount, we could bring in a better return investment than lugging it all the way north, where prices were becoming more volatile.

Loath as I am to admit it, Jeru has a point on both fronts. While it’s no secret that Placedo has been a hotbed of cutthroats in recent years, a fact that transfers very easily to the business world, the market is in flux. By selling in Hasbeck, we could potentially cut out some of that instability and instead receive a lighter load for our troubles, making the logistics of the whole ordeal easier. I agreed with him then and there, a smile creeping on his face.

We should be able to make it to Hasbeck, weather permitting, by tomorrow.

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Commission Poll 101A

Event wins the first poll again. I think I'm getting the inkling of an idea that people want to see more Synthetica Artwork... Just call it a hunch. Got some input about having more endings for short term play, so I thought I'd put out feelers to see if there was interest in them. Polling to go through December 19, 2025, 12:30 PM.

• Kitsune Dragoon

Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 1.9 - 1.10

(Sorry this took longer than anticipated. It was originally a lot shorter, but it quickly ballooned as inspiration bit me)

1.9

The doctor was unable to answer our call until the following morning, which meant that for the night, we had to watch over dear William and make sure he did not hurt himself or anyone else. It was presumed that by binding him to a chair and having the household servants watch over him, we would be fine. I suspected some of them were prone to gossip, but I stressed to all of them that this affair should be kept under the strictest confidence. A scandal as devastating as this could ruin the family name for generations, something I was not in any rush to do. As Father was off on business for the week, it was up to me as man of the house to protect the family, even from ourselves.

Unfortunately, even detained, the ghoul wearing my Brother’s skin had ways of provoking our anguish and misery. In his more feral moments, he yowled into the early hours of the morning, screaming guttural cries of anguish as he struggled against his bonds. Dear Mother became inconsolable as her eldest son wore his madness upon his countenance like a badge. Despite the best efforts of the house servants to muffle his caterwauling, William chewed threw several makeshift gags to continue spewing his incoherent ramblings. I soon urged Mother to take Sister with her and cordon themselves off in the furthest end of the manor, where hopefully they would be far enough to not be subject to Brother’s madness.

Regardless, I decided to personally oversee William’s captivity myself. The servants were taken aback by my decision, but I could not in good conscience allow them to be subject to his ranting. If I was to gain the respect of the household, I must take responsibility for its hardships. By this point, Brother had screamed his throat raw and began staring aimlessly at the walls of his confinement. Whatever demon had befell him had a grip upon his very soul and as I sat opposite him, he could not meet my gaze. Perchance there was some small amount of shame left in William’s soul? Sitting across a table from him, I vigilantly kept watch for anything unusual. And as the hours passed by into the early hours of the morning, he stayed mostly silent. I had hoped that the worst of it was at its end.

I could not tell you when I fell asleep, only that I had been stirred to wakefulness by the mutterings of William. Chiding myself for my lack of discipline, I stood up quickly, drawing his attention. What sat before me was the dried up husk of a man, tainted by a madness he could not contain. I could see in his eyes a tiredness of life that spoke of a flame on its last embers. Through dry and cracked lips, he pursed them as if to speak to me. I instinctively flinched at this, dreading what would tumble out of them.

“Burn it.”

I looked on in bewilderment as the light in William’s eyes dimmed for the last time, his body slackened as if he had spent the last of his strength to speak those words to me. In the moment, I was unsure of what he meant, but a part of me knew that through the madness and horror, those would be the last words my Brother would speak to me. I wanted to ask him what he had meant by that, but as I moved to act on my thought, one of the house servants came to inform me that the doctor had at last arrived. Looking from my catatonic Brother to my servant and back to him again, I relented to convention and erred on the side of having William cared for by a professional. It is fortunate the Devil inside of him had fatigued him to the point of listlessness, making it easier for the physician to properly administer his aid.

The doctor spent an hour diagnosing my Brother’s ailment. He seemed confident that what my Brother was suffering from was a sickness called Vapor Poisoning, a madness caused by excessive use of a particularly odious plant brought over by traveling Ulqorran merchants. Apparently, by burning the substance and inhaling the vapors emitted, one could elicit hallucinations that were indistinguishable from reality. From the doctor’s assessment, William had partook of the plant too often and had burned the memories of such hallucinations permanently into his mind.

When I asked if there was any remedy for his condition, the doctor balked at my optimism. Perhaps if we had caught his malady earlier this tragedy could have been averted, but at this point, William’s madness had progressed past the point of any recovery. He offered his advice that perhaps it would be best to keep William in an Asylum for continued observation, where his needs could be met in peace and without the risk of scandal by keeping a barking mad husk of a man in the manor. While I had no patience for what my Brother had put Mother through, I hesitated at committing him to the Mad House. To make such a decision, to damn him to exile or to keep him around in the hope that he would recover… It weighed too heavily upon my conscience. The guilt pulled at my heart, trapped by obligation to my family and what loyalty I had left to the shell that was William. In the end, it was too brutal a choice for me to make as I decided it would be best to wait for Father to levy his judgment. A messenger was sent out immediately as arrangements were made to detain Brother away from the manor, to be kept temporarily on the outskirts of the city, away from prying eyes until a decision could be rendered.

Even now as I write this, I ponder if I had done this out of respect or cowardice. Part of me wants to punish myself for such action, but what choice was there to make? Damn my Brother or risk Scandal? It is too big a judgment for me to make.

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1.10

Father returned post haste when word had reached him of Brother’s illness. It took not even a day’s passage for him to make his way back to the family estate. Demanding to see William, he was guided to his location where he could see what had befallen his eldest son. Watching his countenance, it was obvious how much this pained Father, to see his first born son withered and broken. He tried in earnest to provoke a reaction from him, but to no avail. Whatever spirit that had inhabited William had since departed, taking my Brother away with it. With a heavy heart, Father made the final judgment, the choice that I had been too meek to address. As the Hospitaliers drug William to the Asylum, I gazed upon Father as he averted his eyes from his eldest son, tears streaming down his face. It had been the first time in my life I had witnessed Father cry, and the memory burned itself into my psyche, branding it forever with its anguish.

Father and I returned back home after that without a word. The color had left his face as he wore a look of devastation, unable to hide such great sorrow. The man who I looked up to for my entire life, so thoroughly defeated, it stunned me almost as much as my guilt for having him make the decision I was too weak to. I dare not broach the subject at such a time, only carrying on in silence as we walked into the family manor.

And that was that. There was no funeral service, no settling of affairs. William was gone but not dead, and yet life carried on. The family would grieve in their own ways. Mother sat in her bedroom, silently pining by the window as she gazed out into the city, distraught and powerless. Father buried himself in work, finding no time for family or thoughts for drama. Sister tried to continue as she had, looking to act as if Brother had not been removed from our life, leaving a hole where his presence once was. I can’t really blame her, after all, what can one do in the face of such illness? We must carry on lest we succumb to our melancholy.

As for myself, I found myself awash in questions. Had my brother’s madness lay solely to blame on an Ulqorran plant? Were his ravings about a woman of impossible beauty been a hallucination brought about by madness or something else? And if they were not a figment of his scattered mind, could they be found out in the world, still spreading their insidious charm, a foul temptress who robs men of their sanity? I tried not to obsess over this as it was up to me to keep family affairs in order. The household servants worked tirelessly to clean the halls of my Brother’s episode, scrubbing away the memory of what had happened. Even still, William’s room remained largely untouched by them, perhaps the specter of his presence still clung to his dwellings, frightening them away.

I stood at the threshold of his door and peered in. The grotesque conditions he had lived in caused me to blanch. Filth caked the walls as the fetid stench of urine and other fluids stung my nostrils hard enough to water my eyes. I could not blame the household servants for postponing their cleansing of this particular room as I thought whether setting it afire would be a less costly endeavor.

“Burn it.”

The words returned to the forefront of my mind. The last two words William had spoken to me in his final moments of lucidity. What had he meant by that? Did he mean something in his room? My eyes scanned for something, anything that he could have meant for me to destroy. As I slowly spied my surroundings, I saw the easel he had set up with a canvas sat upon it, the painting facing away from me. It was obvious to me that that was what he had meant. I squinted at the object as determination swept over me to complete my Brother’s last wish. Pulling a handkerchief to my face, I braved the threshold to his room and walked into the den.

While the distance to the painting was but less than a dozen steps before me, it might as well have been an ocean’s width between us. Step after step, I carried myself forward as I had but one target in this putrid place. The smell permeated through the cloth as I could feel the urge to retch rising in my throat. I forced myself forward, forbidding my body from succumbing to the filth that surrounded me as my legs ached in betrayal. I ignored the instincts within me telling me to turn back now, my will steeled by my obligation to carrying forth William’s last request. Trudging forth, I rose my hands to the canvas, gripping it with strength I had not imagined possessing. Ripping it from the easel, I pulled the painting off of it with both hands, my fingers pressed deeply into the edges of the frame still damp with what I had hoped was paint.

My goal in hand, I relinquished myself to my greater instincts and escaped the room with tremendous haste. My feet fell about each other, desperate to reach back past the threshold of William’s room and salvation from this filthy prison. My head grew light with the rancid odors that seemed to cling to me, wrapping themselves around my being and poisoning my very soul. Eyes watering, I could barely make sense of what direction I was heading in… Until finally, I had crossed the threshold once more, finding myself in the hall once more, the painting firmly in hand. I had done it!

Breathing deeply in relief, I neglected to account for the simple fact that the painting possessed the same rancid stench that had infected the room. As I took the smell into my lungs, I dropped the painting before turning and falling to my hands and knees. I retched in horror as my dry heaving seized my body in pure agony. The household servants rushed to my side in order to help as several of them almost immediately averted their noses just being in the vicinity of the painting.

Without looking, I extended a finger behind me, doing my best to point at the painting before commanding the household servants, “Burn it!”

I could hear several servants murmur behind my back amongst themselves before sounds of them picking it up and ushering the vile thing away. Moments passed as I recovered my strength enough to return to my feet. Dazed, I looked around and found myself alone once more, only the lingering scent of excrement hanging on the air to accompany me. Pushing myself to lurch away from William’s room, I staggered against the walls of the manor, still weakened by my sickness. Pressing a hand against the wall, I shuddered as the squish of grime beneath my fingertips stained it with filth. Pulling away from the wall, I gazed in horror at my fingers, each dotted with the filth that had clung to the painting, dark whirling spots that stained where I had grasped the canvas.

Desperately, I looked for the nearest bath to cleanse myself of the abhorrent stench that clung to my fingers. Sprinting through the halls, I found a room with which I could wash myself in and beat down the door with reckless abandon. I scrubbed my hands against one another in the water basin, frantic to remove the stains of the painting upon them. Thankfully, as the water clouded up, I could feel my fingers relieved of the stains that had plagued them. Emptying the basin into a chamber pot, I refilled it with water and grabbed a bar of soap to redouble my efforts, scourging even the memory of the filth’s presence on my fingers. Finally, as the last of my fingers was rubbed raw, I felt as if I had been cleansed of a curse. I ran my thumbs along the tips of my other fingers, making one final check before I could be free of this.

It would be on this inspection that I found a curious strand of hair. Long and blonde, I felt it beneath my fingertips, silken and soft. I searched my mind for who it could have belonged to and found myself at an impasse. No one in my family had blonde hair, and none of the servants were known to take care of their hair well enough to be suspect. Before I knew it, I caught myself stroking the strand of hair almost obsessively. Why was I so enamored by it?

It was as I was scouring my brain for what it could mean, I thought back to my Brother when he sat before his canvas. At the time, I hadn’t caught it, but as I dwelled on his descent into madness, the image of a lock of silken hair around his knuckle came into clarity.

I gazed at the strand of hair, fair as the dawn and softer than the down of a dove, I caught myself from returning to madness and washed my hands of it. It was then that I had my answer: Whatever had bewitched my Brother, it was real, and not the hallucination of some Ulqorran plant. This idle strand of hair, however innocuous, was proof of that. It represented a clear and present danger, a danger that devoured William whole, emptying him until only a void remained where his soul had been.

I vowed to make sense of this tragedy and remedy this thorough destruction of my Brother. Out in the city of Placedo existed the foul temptress who robbed William of his sanity. It was my intention to use the resources available to me to bring this harlot to justice.

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[Busted] Cumming of Age Page 30 [Uncensored]

(Available to Busted and Above because Lewd/Nudity makes Patreon cry)

Andi gets fitted for a bra and takes in her new proportions.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Cumming of Age Page 30 [Censored]

Andi gets fitted for a bra and takes in her new proportions.

Sorry to any who were looking forward to seeing Andi being semi-nude. Last time an artwork was posted with too much cleavage, it got picked up on the auto mod. Trying something different in case.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Merry Christmas

Hope you all thawed out your Mariah Careys in time for Christmas! You haven't? Uh oh...

Progress has been fairly steady. Doing some writing here and there for Synthetica and plotting another project on the horizon... What is it? You'll just have to wait and find out!

• Kitsune Dragoon

(Subject to Change and Author Brain Rot)

Current Commission Poll: [Busted] Commission Poll 102 (Ends: 01/09/2026)
Current Ooze Wizard Apprentice Version: 0.3998 (Public: 04/13/2025)
Current Synthetica: Plastic Space Version: 0.5A (Busted: 08/24/2025)
Current Cumming of Age - Day 3: Page 29 | Page 30 | Page 31
Current Diaries of an Ooze Witch: 1.1-1.2 | 1.3-1.4 | 1.5-1.6 | 1.7-1.8 | 1.9-1.10

11/30/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.7 - 1.8 [Graphic]
11/30/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.5 - 1.6
11/30/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.3 - 1.4
11/30/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.1 - 1.2

12/05/2025 - [Busted] Cumming of Age Page 30 [Uncensored]
12/05/2025 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age Page 30 [Censored]

12/07/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.7 - 1.8 [Graphic]
12/07/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.5 - 1.6
12/07/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.3 - 1.4
12/07/2025 - [Free To All] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.1 - 1.2

12/08/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.9 - 1.10

12/13/2025 - [Busted] Commission Poll 101A (Ends: 12/20/2025)

12/14/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 2.1 - 2.2
12/14/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.9 - 1.10
12/14/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.7 - 1.8 [Graphic]
12/14/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.5 - 1.6
12/14/2025 - [Free To All] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.3 - 1.4

12/19/2025 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age Page 31

12/21/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 2.1 - 2.2
12/21/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.9 - 1.10
12/21/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.7 - 1.8 [Graphic]
12/21/2025 - [Free To All] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.5 - 1.6

12/22/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 2.3 - 2.4

12/26/2025 - [Busted] Commission Poll 102 (Ends: 01/09/2026)

12/28/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 2.3 - 2.4
12/28/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 2.1 - 2.2
12/28/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.9 - 1.10
12/28/2025 - [Free To All] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.7 - 1.8 [Graphic]

12/29/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 2.5 - 2.6

Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 1.7 - 1.8

1.7

It has been several days since brother has come home. I had originally presumed that he would ask Father for a loan and then retreat back to Placedo to continue his boozing and womanizing ways. Instead, he wiles away his time in his room, painting what I can only presume is his dream woman. While William was never the best of artists, the level of obscenity this figure he tried to capture borders on the verge of caricature. The size of her breasts, the width of her hips, the puckered anus that passes for a mouth, it is a mockery of the female form, nay, the human body. If word of such an abomination were to ever escape this household, it would make us the laughing stock of the city!

Thankfully, he remains cloistered to his chambers and has not allowed anyone to observe his work. I was only able to view this mania because he had carelessly left his door open during one of his more active sessions of painting. When I questioned him about this travesty, he told me that he had to paint what was in his soul. If this was what was within his soul, it truly had become a diseased and fetid thing, twisted by his insanity. And while I didn’t tell him that out loud, he must have read it in my face. William grew more irrational and incomprehensible. He bellowed at me about not understanding the truth of what clawed at his soul, that kept him up into the wee hours of the morning. While he was not built for sturdier work, his taller frame allowed him to lord over me, ushering me out of his room with each step in advance. Buckling under his presence, it wasn’t long before he had backed me into the hallway, enough that he could slam his door shut and leave me standing aghast at what had been wrought.

It wasn’t long after that he grew even more reclusive and refused to even leave his room, not even for supper. Instead, he kept to his work on the easel, striking the canvas hard enough that I could hear his brush work from the outside. Father refuses to do anything about this, trying to find any excuse to validate William’s current spate of madness. I desperately want to scream at him that William’s latest mania will cost the family dearly, that if we allow it to continue this way, we will lose any and all good will garnered in Placedo. But even as I try to open my mouth on the matter, to save what our family has worked for, I hold my tongue. I am unsure why I do so; perhaps it is that modicum of loyalty I still owe to my brother, however small it may be. Maybe it is the obedience to my Father that stays my hand in contradicting the man whose respect I cherish and desire. Regardless, my brother’s illness grows by the night as a peculiar odor has started to seep in from under his door. The housemaids worry that he has not changed out his chamber pot and is causing the filth to accumulate. This behavior is unbecoming of a noble… Or even a common man. This level of obsession is… untenable.

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1.8

My brother finally came out of seclusion after nearly a week of isolation.

If these were brighter days, that might have passed as good news. One of the housemaids rushed to fetch me in my study, her face wore panic like a mask. She babbled something about my brother emerging from his quarters, but not as himself. She cried about a ghoulish being, unkempt and malnourished by insanity, his eyes sunken into his head as dark bags lined underneath them. His body twisted and gaunt, skin sallow and stretched across his protruding ribcage. I halted her further hysterics and left to find him with the housemaid in tow. First arriving at his room, I had to avert my head as the stench of his week of filth battered me until my eyes watered. The smell sticks with me even now, the memory saturated in its rancid musk. It was all I could do to not vomit right then and there. I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket, covering my nose to blunt the stench before I renewed my search for William. Finding evidence of his passage proved fairly easy as each of his steps tracked grime and excrement about the halls. The household servants were paralyzed in his wake, frightened by what they had seen as a monster traipsing through the manor. It would eventually lead me to the stairwell, the banister slick with his fluids. My heart sank as my feet flew up the flights of stairs. I knew where he was headed. He was coming for Mother.

I wish I could say that I intercepted him before he got to her. I prayed that she would not find him in his sorry state. But as I rounded the corner of the hallway, I saw two figures stood opposite one another. One was my Mother, pale as a sheet, her eyes wide in horror and body seized with terror. Before her, a miserable creature that lurched forward, a being that had once been my brother, William. Now, he was scarcely the man we once knew him as, transformed by madness, this naked cadaver wearing the skin of my brother motioned lewdly toward Mother, gripped by delusions that only he could see. William now appeared sickly, skeletal even, his individual ribs lining up and down his back was the protrusions of his spine could be made out as skin molded itself over them in a cruel mockery of life. With Mother before him, he opined the nature of his obsession, a being of immense fertility with breasts swaying with every step and a jiggle of her ass with each sway of her hips. He spared no gratuitous detail, describing the folds of his dream woman’s body, lingering on each feature as he vicariously lived out the memory of her form. Mother feared for her safety and upon seeing me, she quickly took her shelter to my rear, thankful to have something, someone between her and the ghastly apparition that was my brother. William, still lost in his delusions, lazily drifted his gaze toward my own, opening his mouth as the noxious stench he emitted from his maw had been strong enough to pierce my handkerchief and nearly knock me on my backside. His teeth rotted to the nub, he pleaded with me to believe that his dream woman existed, that he had not gone stark raving mad. I was unable to comply and only thought to shield Mother from his ramblings.

He must have seen something wrong with this as his demeanor changed from the pitiable wretch pleading his case to an irrational beast advancing upon us. I stared wide eyed at him as the light in his eyes died, replaced with a dark madness that swallowed his soul. With each step, I could see the member between his legs engorge and lengthen as a hollow cackling escaped his throat. It started as a hiss, not unlike the sound of water hitting a hot skillet, before bubbling into something inhuman, like the sound of a sharpened rock across glass. Every step he took, his throbbing shaft would dangle and bob up and done, a sick reflection of the depravity that existed in his heart. This demon wearing William’s body found pleasure in being the degenerate before his family. Truly, the pitch of Hell had captured his soul.

With no other option available to me, I balled up a fist and lunged at William, striking him in the jaw with all the force I could muster. I felt the sting of my knuckles as bone met bone, the strength of my punch put into question by the years I spent indolent. Was my one act alone able to fell a demon like this? Thankfully, as I watched his body crumple to the floor, I found the answer to my inquiry. I grimaced as his frame twitched on the hallway floor, not unlike a fetid bug. Revulsion welled back up as I fought the urge to vomit again. It sickened me to see him like this, so I opted not to, turning my back on him, still careful to keep my body between my poor Mother and his own. This was more a favor to my Mother, as a way to spare her any further sight of her maddened son. Walking her back down the hall, I ordered the house servants to collect William’s body and bind him to a chair and relegate him to a spare room in the manor, a task that they quickly attended to. I have since called for a doctor to address my Brother’s malady. I fear it may be too late.

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Commission Poll 101

Whoops. Forgot to update this one appropriately. New Lease on Life [Extended] won out, so that's going to get sent off to get commissioned. That moves us to our next poll. This will go through December 13, 2025, 3:30 PM because I missed a day.

Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 1.5 - 1.6

1.5

William has finally returned from his ventures into the Ventigiore Province. With him, he brings tales of his exploits and pockets far lighter than he started with. He insists that his coin has been invested in various businesses and the like, hoping to grow capital in the region and cement relationships with established ironmongers. I personally believe he frittered away his funds on wine, women, and whimsy until his coffers emptied and he returned home looking for another hand out. William has always been something of a lout and has never taken anything seriously in his life. This latest venture into Ventigiore has been no different. It regularly astounds me that Father puts up with his frivolities and continues to assign him greater latitudes of freedom and responsibility.

Still, we greet him as family and bite our tongues of the truth. The firstborn son of House Steel, he is heir apparent to the Steelbane Merchants’ Guild. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a tongue of similar nature, he is a friend to all in need, and a needle to all his friends. While I loathe his nature in secret, I cannot dispute his familial ties. At the very least, Arissa and Mother are in higher spirits with him around, so it at least amounts to something.

Dinner is spent with him opining his fantastic adventures abroad, regaling us with the sights he’s seen and the people he’s met. He is all bravado and no substance in those dealings, and nothing to say of how successful he’s been in expanding the family’s influence. Every word is like a nail drawn across the linoleum, a dagger to my sanity. I finish early and excuse myself to my quarters. I will not show my disdain as I am the responsible son. His fickle nature will not break me of the image I have painstakingly crafted.

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1.6

It is curious to say the least that despite our vast differences, William still seeks me out to confide in me stories he cannot bring up in front of Father. While I normally find his tales to be repugnant in nature, I do not dissuade him from sharing confidential information with me. So sparing a free ear, I give him an outlet to his latest debaucheries. At the very least, it offered me a chance at gaining some form of leverage over him.

He starts off his tale regaling about the city of Placedo and how it was an enabling factor on many of his escapades. It was during one of his many nights out that he saw a vision of divine beauty. In copious detail, he described a woman of truly scandalous proportions, pantomiming her large chest with his hands. He recalled her golden spun hair tied into twin tails on the sides of her head while her bangs helped frame her angelic face. He went into telling me about how her milky thighs were constrained by her cutoff shorts, giving her thighs the appearance of more girth as they bulged against the fabric.

William told me he had found her whilst leaving a tavern with his friends. She was just passing by, humming a tune to herself as she sauntered past with that amazing figure of hers. He was instantly bewitched by her. So entranced by her beauty was he, William parted company with his friends and trailed after her, like a moth drawn to a flame. Eventually, she led him to a nearby alley where she turned around and greeted him warmly. William swore he tried to have a normal conversation with the woman, but he was so stupefied by her beauty that he could scarcely form a sentence to say to her. But even in his blundering state, he told me the woman was unperterbed and even offered to alleviate him of his troubling idiocy. William said he could only nod in agreement as she lowered herself before him and undid his pants.

At this point, I stopped him from continuing further, calling him out for his obviously drunken wet dream. To think I entertained him simply for some demented rambling. William insisted that he did meet her and that she was a divine angel sent by the Goddess Neoria herself to reward him for his efforts. I called it for what it was, blatant idiocy. We bickered through the night, him trying his best to convince me of what he saw, and I threw doubt on the veracity of his tale. In the end, we would part company without either side giving an inch.

I do not know what manner of spirit bewitched him so. At best, I could imagine a winsome young woman catching his fancy, that would have been believable. However, to state some hypersexual beauty would not just cross his path, but descend upon his nether regions is is the height of fantasy he could conceive of!

While I do not know why I care so deeply to be so incensed by this lie amongst other lies, I do know that my brother cannot continue on in such ways. As the eldest born, it is his obligation to carry forth the family business and not sully out name by such irresponsible actions. I’m sure that father recognizes his indiscretions and will address them in due time.

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Cumming of Age Page 29

Winnie takes Andi clothes shopping and has her taken for a fitting.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 1.3 - 1.4

(Sorry this took longer than anticipated. Wasn't quite happy with the direction the rough draft took, so I decided to change it up some)

1.3

Father has given thought to my proposal and has been measuring the potential gains from doing so. While he does find the markets lucrative, he informs me that we will continue establishing our foothold in the eastern parts of Wide for the foreseeable future. Journeying as far out as Attis would present a substantial risk to the family business if we did not build up the necessary contacts and influence to pierce that market. While I protested this, he is adamant about our family’s commitment to reinforcing the Ventigiore Province and will hear nothing about going further west. Needless to say, this has vexed me considerably, but I held my tongue and bid my Father farewell.

I went to speak with Jeru about my woes, only to find him at the bottom of another mug of ale. When I stirred him from his drunken stupor, he merely donned a knowing smile at me and asked how things went. Taking my place next to him, I regaled him with my frustrations in the matter, something he took in stride, perhaps a little too well. When I had finished relaying the information, Jeru pondered it for a bit before noting that my Father had a point.

The gall of this man! While I had no illusions about his doubts of my plan, he could have at least feigned to be more supportive as a friend. I told him as such and Jeru laughed it off while requesting another pint from the barkeep. It would be here that he would turn his attention toward me and strike a more sobering aura. He explained that my plans, while sensible on paper, would inevitably have fallen apart if exposed to the current climate of the western provinces. Without proper backing and influence in the region, I would be fighting against the current of the forces already established there. By attempting to breakthrough, I would have opened up the company to potential attacks from the local powers there, damaging the reputation of the family business.

I clicked my tongue at this and averted my gaze from him. If I found Jeru’s drunken demeanor irritating, it was only because he used it too well to hide his perceptive words. Still, I felt dejected by this revelation and needed some time to lick my wounds. It would be then that he offered to buy me a drink, as a way of ameliorating the sting of my failure. I saw no reason not to take him up on his offer and said as much, sending out my order for ale to the bar wench on hand. In hindsight, I may have drank a little more than my fair share as my senses left me leaned against Jeru for support. Into the wee hours of the morning, we sauntered against one another, singing the King’s Ode about as well as one can expect two drunks to through slurred speech and witlessness. I can still feel the hangover ruminating in my head, threatening to softly split it open. The price we pay for our frivolity.

I suppose I should make the most of my time in this city. While Steelbane isn’t quite the oppressive city as outsiders would paint with their words, it is still very imposing to gaze upon. Looking to help keep the family company in business, I should endeavor to be more attentive to its needs. That does not only mean the monetary side of things, but also the needs of my own family. Mayhaps I should be spending more time with them?

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1.4

Arissa has asked my help in finding something suitable to wear in her hopes of attracting a male suitor. I scoffed at her request and told her that she’s much too young to be thinking of attracting boys. As her brother, it would be a disservice to the family to allow her to court any romantic relationships. To say that my sister, Arissa, was… Disagreeable, would be making a grave understatement.

She fumed at me of course. Told me that she was already 16 Winters old and was responsible enough to handle such engagements. Such trifling nonsense! I bid her to finish her education and then, and only then, think about attracting suitors. I informed her that the boys she would attract were all reprobates and degenerates, not at all suitable for a lady such as herself. Better to wait and mature into a proper young woman and find a stable young man at one of the many soirees our family seems inclined on having. Of course, Arissa, being the headstrong young lady that she is, stormed away with a pout and the stamping of her feet.

I do not do this to be cruel but out of love for my younger sister. She still has so much of her life ahead of her that it would be a waste to spend her formative years chasing boys. No, better that she stays with her studies and grow into her own woman, free of such an amorous nature and the prying eyes of the opposite sex.

Still, I am perplexed at her request of me specifically to assist her in finding something suitable to wear. Surely she would know my stance on such a ploy? Or perhaps she sees some secret defect in me that informs her decision as to her indiscretions. I shudder to think what lens she sees me through.

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[Busted] Commission Poll 100A (Redux)

Well, I'm an idiot. Set the poll to one per instead of the normal multi choice. Fixing it now... And let's pretend that didn't happen...

Events wins once again, leading us into the follow up poll to decide which Event gets the nod for the next commission. This will go through November 21, 2025, 12:30 PM.

Happy Thanksgiving

Hope you're all doing spectacularly this November. And to the future, have a Happy Thanksgiving! May you get plenty of breast meat. :-D

With the new month, I've decided to start releasing a new serial of sorts called the Diary of an Ooze Witch. This will follow the misadventures of on Joseph de Steel as he finds his way into the world of the Primordial Sages and descends into a world of magic, politics, and more.

Some of you may already be familiar with the journal excerpts found on the shelf of Phaera's room. Consider this an expansion/revision of that, as it goes further into the musings of Joseph de Steel (as well as perhaps retconning some of the story elements that no longer work with the mechanics of the game, Ooze Wizard Apprentice). This will start as a Patreon Reward for Transcendent Patrons, but plans are to release it all to the public eventually. Releases are planned weekly depending on how well transcribing goes. It might take some time before we reach the meat of the story (read: transformations), but I hope you'll enjoy this prelude all the same.

Furthermore, I do have some progress to report. I've been doing a fair bit of writing for Synthetica: Plastic Space, and have finished writing the rough draft for the first good ending while also being in the middle of writing out a second ending. Hope you all enjoy the holidays and best wishes for those who still have to worry about exams!

• Kitsune Dragoon

(Subject to Change and Author Brain Rot)

Current Commission Poll: Commission Poll 100A (Ends: 11/21/2025)
Current Ooze Wizard Apprentice Version: 0.3998 (Public: 04/13/2025)
Current Synthetica: Plastic Space Version: 0.5A (Busted: 08/24/2025)
Current Cumming of Age: Day 3: Page 25 | Page 26 | Page 27 | Page 28 | Page 29 | Page 30 | Page 31 | Page 32

11/07/2025 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age Page 28

11/09/2025 - [Transcendent] Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.1 - 1.2

11/14/2025 - [Busted] Commission Poll 100A (Ends: 11/21/2025)

11/16/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.1 - 1.2

11/17/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.3 - 1.4

11/21/2025 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age Page 29

11/23/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.5 - 1.6
11/23/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.3 - 1.4
11/23/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.1 - 1.2

11/28/2025 - [Busted] Commission Poll 101 (Ends: 12/12/2025)

11/30/2025 - [Transcendent] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.7 - 1.8
11/30/2025 - [Bimbofied] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.5 - 1.6
11/30/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.3 - 1.4
11/30/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Witch Diaries (Joseph de Steel) Entries 1.1 - 1.2

Diary of an Ooze Witch (Joseph de Steel) 1.1 - 1.2

1.1

My name is Joseph de Steel, second son to the illustrious Steel Mining Company. Ours is a business that stretches across the kingdom of Widegard, providing the lionshare of its mining needs. Based in the eastern city of Steelbane, we have helped build it up from the makeshift camps it once was generations ago and into the sprawling metropolis that stands to this day. As the second son in line to the family business, I am wanting of nothing as all of my needs have been met. I have wealth, health, and sufficient sense of self. Any woman would be glad to have me and I am a credit to my family’s reputation.

But even with all of this, I am given pause. Despite all of my accomplishments and accolades, there existed an emptiness within me that is without rest. It is a nagging yearning that eats away at me in my soul that I cannot quite quench. At first, it was a minor thing easily ignorable, filling it with trivial desires to numb the feeling. But over time, this hollowness began to eat away at me, keeping me up at night to the wee morning. I had everything a young man could want, and yet still, I am unfulfilled. Why was I not satisfied? The question weighed heavily on my shoulders, turning simple tasks into arduous labor.

I attempted to relieve my listlessness through other means. I made donations to the local church, turned to charity and funded projects to uplift the poor, hosted lavish parties open to all as a way of glutting myself on frivolity, anything to assuage the emptiness in my soul. This hollowness of spirit continues to plague me, haunt my troubled mind like a specter. Perhaps I should redouble my efforts…

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1.2

I have taken it upon myself to petition Father about overseeing the family business dealings outside of the city. I reasoned that the Steel family needed someone to truly grow our business into other cities amidst the kingdom. While we were quite entrenched in our immediate surroundings along the eastern provinces, the western kingdom was well within our grasp and it would be foolish to not strike while the iron was hot. I was in the middle of informing him of Steelbane’s market share of the ore in the kingdom when he stopped me and mentioned that he would mull over the idea. With my older brother seeing through things in Placedo, he seems reluctant to send his second son so far from his power base. I have faith that he will give his approval in due time, as my record of diligence and loyalty to our family should shine through to him with any consideration.

It may seem fickle to push to get out from under Father’s immediate control, but I am nothing if not meticulous in my scheming. I have been afraid that I am stagnating in Steelbane, slowly leeched of my passions over the drudgery of this iron forged city. I have ill known much more than this and fear that I am destined to become a graying dullard, made hollow by a life of mundanity and comfort. By arranging myself to keep active, I am taking my life back, to find my purpose in the world.

I told an old friend of mine about my ploy over a tankard of ale. Jeru is good company as long as you put a drink in his hand and a tune in his heart, though his advice tends to be gauche if not a little blunt. After hearing what I had intended to do, he burst out laughing and swatted me on the back. He told me that for all my bluster and rhetoric, the crux of my problems were that of a romantic nature. In his opinion, all I really needed to do was find a nice girl with some meat on her bones and plow her like a Ventian Farmer does their fields. I found his analysis scandalous and told him as much, calling him a drunkard to boot. He laughed the insult off and continued to push that a woman would put my ills at ease. It felt like an all too simple answer to my woes, to simply bed a woman. I tried to explain romance was never my forté, but Jeru continued to lay into me, saying that romance had nothing to do with it. He said that I should simply have a roll in the hay and leave it at that.

While I can appreciate his different perspective, his answers tend to be borderline degenerate. And yet, I still treat his suggestion with some thought. Surely it couldn’t be so easy? Bleh, such simple and base concerns are beneath me… So why do I consider them so thoroughly?

• Joseph de Steel

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Andi bemoans her new proportions and pouts as Winnie decides to take control of the situation.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Commission Poll 100

The big 100! Still a bit hard to believe we got this far. Thank you for your continued patronage. It appears that the Gravity Plug won the last polling, so we'll jump into the next poll. This one will go through November 14, 2025, 12:30 PM.

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Andi cries to Winnie about her new assets.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Just Something To Tide You Over...

(Transcendent gets first peek)

Animation by JakalOvid.

Apologies for the slow down in comics for Ooze Wizard Apprentice. Seems there's been some delays with the artist, Aisenma, in their part of the world. As a consolation, thought I'd share something I commissioned from an artist for Synthetica: Plastic Space. Hope you all like it.

Thinking about adding entries for the fiction work, "Diary of an Ooze Wizard" to the rotation. Let me know if this is something you'd like to see.

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Andi's transformation continues.

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.

Commission Poll 99A

So, the Events category wins this round, leading us toward the next poll to decide just what Event gets the commission nod. This will go through October 17, 2025, 12:30 PM.

Happy Halloween

A Happy Halloween Month to all! I hope you're enjoying the Autumn season and all that it entails. Hopefully we can get things back on track and I can stop loafing around to do what I need to and stop messing up!

(Schedule subject to Change, Author Brainrot, and Artist Backlog)

Current Commission Poll: Commission Poll 99A (Ends: 10/17/2025)
Current Ooze Wizard Apprentice Version: 0.3998 (Public: 04/13/2025)
Current Synthetica: Plastic Space Version: 0.5A (Busted: 08/24/2025)

10/05/2025 - [Stacked] Ooze Wizard Apprentice Comic: Chapter 3 (page 68)
10/05/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Wizard Apprentice Comic: Chapter 3 (page 67)
10/05/2025 - [Free To All] Ooze Wizard Apprentice Comic: Chapter 3 (page 66)

10/10/2025 - [Busted] Commission Poll 99A (Ends: 10/17/2025)
10/10/2025 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age (page 26)

10/12/2025 - [Busted] Ooze Wizard Apprentice Comic: Chapter 3 (page 68)
10/12/2025 - [Free To All] Ooze Wizard Apprentice Comic: Chapter 3 (page 67)

10/19/2025 - [Free To All] Ooze Wizard Apprentice Comic: Chapter 3 (page 68)

10/22/2025 - [Transcendent] Just Something To Tide You Over...

10/24/2025 - [Free To All] Cumming of Age (page 27)

10/26/2025 - [Free To All] Just Something To Tide You Over...

10/31/2025 - [Busted] Commission Poll 100

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And it was all a dream... Or was it?

Written by Kitsune Dragoon.
Art by Kitty Mellow.