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Julia Marks

 Julia Marks from Loquacious Jango's entry to my short story contest.  Check it out! Gum and Bear It 

Gina Farrow

 Gina Farrow from Bioyugi's entry to my short story contest.  Check it out! Gina's Trip to the Chocolate Factory 

Julia Marks (WiP)

More gummy expansion

Gina Farrow (WiP)

Some peanut butter filled pretzel tf

Princess Bel'li WiP

Even royalty gets the blues sometimes.

Triptych Transformation: Pearasite WiP

Some good old fashioned pear expansion, just like momma used to make.

November Activity

Hey people, hope you all had a good holiday with family and friends.

  Sorry it's been a slow month here on my end.  I know I just changed this to a monthly sub type deal, but considering I haven't had much time to sit down and draw things I will be switching back to 'per creation' posts.  This way is, I think, more fair to my patrons in that you are not paying for anything unless I deliver.  I didn't intend to have such a barren month, but life happens whether you want it to or not.  I will implement the changes this evening and you should not see any charges for this month come the first of December.  Tier pricing will return to what it once was.  Sorry for the confusion!

Suggestions 11/1-11/8

Taking expansion suggestions for November!  I'm still working on the one from October, just running a little behind after a bout of sickness.  Rest assured, it's on its way.  Hope you guys had a fun Halloween!

The Blair Bitch (Melon Color Variant)

The Blair Bitch

A fairy godmother senile and frail,

Waves her wand to no avail.

Unbeknownst, a spell is cast!

The magic travels true and fast.

Princesses rise from mice so small,

In awe and wonder, they scurry off to the ball.

The lonely girl cleaning her sisters' mess,

Begins to burst straight out of her dress!

She fills with pulp, 'til she's orange and round,

More pumpkin-like with every pound!

Scared and confused, she'll waddle and pitch,

Her last hope lies with the cruel wicked witch.

She begs, "I wish to be small, my natural size!

What man could love these huge thunder thighs?"

"This black heart hears you," the crafty witch croons,

"You've come to the right place, and not a moment too soon!"

A ghoulish green potion with a dark spell is read,

The moment it soaks in, vines sprout from her head...

The room grows bigger, that vile witch too,

Our heroine's naive wish has actually come true!

Fatter than ever, though the size of a gourd,

Just another prize among the fel woman's hoard.

Her tiny limbs turgid and brain marinating in bliss,

Cinderella's curse can be broken by true love's kiss...

Triptych Transformation: Monikey

A rather rude girl turned into a not-so-great ape...

The Blair Bitch (WiP)

Even better than eye of newt!

Maisie Dillon

A gummy transformation based on Tin-Teapot's short story Forgotten Fantasies, which you can read here. 

Tier Changes

Just a little public service announcement, I adjusted the prices for each tier and switched my Patreon over to 'monthly' billing instead of 'per creation'.  It should be cheaper across the board by a healthy margin.  Due to the nature of editing tiers, some of you may need to reselect which tier you're subscribed to.  Apologies for the inconvenience!

Maisie Dillon (WiP)

Another winner from last month's short story contest!

Bumblebutt (Blueberry Jelly Color Variant)

Based on this poll. 

Chel (Pear Color Variant)

Based on this poll. 

Cursed (Papaya Color Variant)

Based on this poll. 

Suggestions 10/1-10/8

Taking that sweet, sweet monthly expansion suggestion once again.  Comment below and I'll pick one to draw!

TT: Chubleader

This month's suggestion from Ilikejuice21, who wanted to see a bitchy cheerleader get her comeuppance. (Right click and 'view image' to see the full size.)

I'll be opening up a new Patreon tier later in October, where you'll be able to see more Triptych Transformations like this.  They'll range across several types of expansion and transformation, from weight gain to fruit tf, and even the occasional animal tf!

Chel Color Variant Poll

Vote on the color variant for Chel! 

Chel

From The Road to El Dorado

With hips like that, how could I not?  I wonder how often she plays with her armadildo...  ha ha ha...

Chubleader (WiP)

Based on Ilikejuice21's suggestion of a bitchy cheerleader going from fab to flab.

Chel (WiP)

From The Road to El Dorado.  Great movie, I feel like it doesn't quite get the credit it deserves.

Cursed Color Variant Poll

Regarding this post. 

Bumblebutt Color Variant Poll

Pertaining to this post. 

Cursed

The antique jewelry was so pretty, Gloria just had to try them on.  She chose to ignore the labels and the warnings, writing them off as superstitious nonsense.  "DO NOT TOUCH"  "CURSED"  "HANDS OFF"  Pfff.  As if.  The rings fit perfectly, practically made for her, and the belly piercing looked to be a beautiful conversation piece.  

Then Gloria began to cry.  Not voluntarily, mind you; her eyes just wouldn't stop watering.  Her crotch, too, began to seep with a sticky wetness, oozing down her inner thighs and soaking her pants.  Through blurred vision, Gloria watched her wet clothes stain into a mottled brown and felt them constrict, smaller and tighter by the second.

When her stomach glowed a warm green, it finally occurred to Gloria that something might be wrong.  That she should call for help.  The jewelry had other plans.  Her cries were converted into lusty moans and when she reached for her cellphone, her arms began to swell, hefted upward and held awkwardly at her sides.  Juice gurgled and rolled in her belly, converting soft flesh into spotted green pear skin.  

Every part of Gloria plumped up, thick and heavy, with her distressed grunts falling on deaf ears to the other patrons at the front of the store.  The leafy, pubic fuzz of her crotch began to peek out of her tattered pants, and what was once a tasteful blouse had rotted away into simple brown rags.  Two pierced breasts, fat by any other standard, looked small on her compared to the massive globular shape of her stomach.  

 The curse neared it's completion, with one final task left to do.  Out of the corners of her eyes, Gloria watched strands of her beautiful blonde bangs thicken into greenish brown clumps and the top of her scalp began to itch.  Utterly gripped by panic, Gloria waddled to the register, moaning loudly and lurching through puddles of her own thick juice.  Though the other customers are clearly alarmed at the sight of her, the shopkeeper regards her with resignation, pointing to the various warning labels throughout the store.

There's hope still, he informs Gloria, though it's becoming hard for her to understand.  Her hair is twisting upwards, growing long and leafy.  Fear and panics ebbs away in the wake of a growing pool of pleasure at the back of her mind.  Mouth agape, she drools while her juice-filled brain absorbs his instructions.  The curse can be lifted, so long as she is the one to remove the jewelry.  Should anyone else remove them, the cursed becomes permanent.

With what little dexterity is left in her arms, Gloria tries to reach the gem dangling from her navel, or even to pull the rings from her fat fingers.  The bystanders watch her struggle, though no one has the heart to clue her in to the futility of her efforts.  It only takes a few minutes for Gloria to grow bored, and before long she forgets why she was even in the store in the first place.  She wanders out with a dim smile plastered across her face, mumbling unintelligibly and completely unaware that anything about her bloated green body is unnatural.  

A wet trail follows her down the street where her crotch scrapes pleasantly against the pavement, each nudge interrupting her train of thought with a blast of overwhelming pleasure.  She flushes a dark green, trying and failing to suppress her gaudy moans.  

Of the few slippery thinks Gloria is now capable of, she notes that her new jewelry looks very pretty and ever so sparkly in the sunlight.

(Non-canonical with the Basic Chemistry story line, I just wanted to do another pear tf :]  )

Upcoming Changes and Feedback

So, we're coming up on the end of the year and I'm thinking about making a few key changes to my Patreon.  The biggest would be switching from 'per post' prices, to the more mainstream 'monthly' subscription.  My goal would still try to aim for about four posts per month, more if I can manage it.  I'm still trying to figure out what the prices would be, and when I do, that change will be announced in a separate post.

Another change that I've been debating for some time is the color variant tier.  Is it worth it?  Are these color variations something that you guys are excited to see, or is my energy better spent straight up producing new content?  Of the ~50 people who can vote, only about a third of that actually do.  (Not that I mind, but it seems telling to me.)  

I have one or two alternatives in mind that could take the place of this tier and offer new, exclusive content at the same time.  Additional stories in tandem with the images, in-depth character bios/references, transformative triptychs, etc.

Those are the big ones.  That said, I'm open to feedback in general.  This has been my first full year on Patreon; I'm new to it, I'm sure some of you are too, and frankly I'm still a little fuzzy on how things look from the patrons' perspective.  I don't hear from a lot of you, so I usually operate on the assumption that everyone is on board and generally satisfied with the work I produce.  If that's the case, great!  If not, I'm more than happy to take some constructive criticism.

I'm really blown away by all your kindness and support, I want this to be a rewarding and engaging experience for all of you as well!

Bumblebutt

After her little candied sugarbee debacle at the Wonka Sweet Shop, Honey Pott was squeezed down to a more manageable size so she could actually fit through the aisles of the store.  Because of her unique...assets, she was put in charge of the apiary and given a specialized uniform that allows her to communicate with the store's local beehive.  The antennae band enables her to hear the bees, and with a wiggle of her own butt, she's able to respond in a manner they can understand.

Honey spends most of her time arguing with them over how big her butt actually is.  As you can imagine, watching a girl wagging her ass and shouting at bees has put productivity at an all time low.

Agent Holly Heifer

 Contest prize for ReikerCo, who submitted the following story for my Wonka Factory writing contest last month!

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The roar of the delivery truck’s tires rolling across the road was all  that Agent Holly Hiefer could hear as she stuck to the bottom of it  using her stealth suit’s magnetic abilities. She took this time to go  over the debriefing of her mission in her head again. Normally the idea  of an infiltration mission into a candy factory of all things would seem  absurd to her. But then again her target was no ordinary person.

Malcolm  Masters, a candy factory employee turned secret agent turned smuggler.  During his time as her colleague Malcolm had earned himself the nickname  “Agent Orange” a play on his status within the agency and his unusual  looks. While the cause remained unknown to even him, Agent Orange had  unnaturally orange skin and equally outlandish green hair. He was also  strangely short for his age, but that only allowed him to get into areas  that his colleagues couldn’t even dream of fitting. Holly remembered  those days fairly well. Orange would constantly poke fun at her rather  ample ass and how it kept her from getting into the vents that he  managed easily. They would share a laugh after that.

But times  change. People change. Or maybe it’s not that people change, but rather  the masks they wear crack and fall away to show who they truly are.

Holly didn’t know what case it was with Orange.

One  day he just didn’t show up at the agency. It was only weeks afterward  that he was then tied to several smuggling rings and murders across the  US. But by then it was too late, he was never to be seen again.

Until now.

As the delivery truck pulled into the building Holly recalled the details of her objective.

“Former  Agent Orange has been sighted entering the old XXXXX XXXXX Candy  Factory by XXXXXXX Village. Your mission is to infiltrate the building,  find out what Orange’s motives are in being there, and determine  how/whether it correlates the villager’s claims of activity going on in  the factory.” She could remember one of her bosses telling her.

Once  the coast was clear, Holly pulled herself from under the truck. Her  dark blue bob cut hair framed her pale, slender face. Her stealth suit  left little to the imagination, hugging every curve of her body.  Accentuating her rather small rack, and quite large ass. The black  material was meant to keep her hidden, with the belt around her waist  providing tools for almost any situation. She began her trek deeper into  the factory.

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“Should we send in the guards?”

“Against her? They’re as good as dead bossman.”

“Then what should we do Mr. Masters?”

“Leave  it to me.” A short silhouette loaded it’s Tommy Gun as it paced out of  the security room to meet up with the unexpected intruder.

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Holly  soon found herself in a wide room whose walls were lined with tanks of  different cream like chemicals. Aside from these churning concoctions,  the room was rather empty save for the walkways that provided a path  overtop of the vats. As Holly snuck around the room looking for any sign  of a guard or even a janitor, she found nothing.

‘This is too  ea-’ Her thought was cut short by the sound of a stream of bullets  digging their way into the tank she hid behind. “Damnit!” She exclaimed  in a hushed whisper. She looked out from behind her cover to see her  attacker. The one and only Agent Orange, decked out in a pinstripe suit  and smiling wickedly as he shot at her. Unfortunately for him, guns  still had to reload. Holly took this time to hop up to the walkway that  he stood on, straight overtop of one of the tanks.

Wasting no  time she charged at him and knocked the now reloaded gun out of his  hands and onto the far side of the walkway. The two engaged in hand to  hand combat. At first it would seem as though they were on an equal  playing field, but closer inspection would reveal that Orange’s size  allowed him to easily outmaneuver Holly’s attacks. This evasion allowed  him the chance to knock Holly down and grab his gun. Yet Holly was still  fast and a tussle ensued for control of the firearm. A stream of  bullets was let loose straight up into the ceiling, detaching a large  light fixture and sending it careening towards the walkway. Orange took  notice of this and shoved Holly with the gun to the ground as the  fixture fell on top of her. Orange clung on for dear life as he climbed  his way to stable footing while the walkway collapsed beneath his feet,  taking Holly into the tank of chemicals below.

SPLASH

The  collapsed metal pinned Holly to the floor of the tank, ensnaring her  ankle like a ball and chain. She tried pulling her leg out, pushing the  metal away, and simply attempting to swim away. All of her efforts  proved useless to her now. Her lungs screamed for air as she began to  panic. ‘To think that of all the missions to die on, it had to be the  candy factory one.’ She thought to herself. It was then that she  remembered her belt contained a small cutting laser. With one last ditch  effort, Holly pulled the laser from her belt and attempted to cut her  leg out of the metal. By the time she was free she had no choice but to  gulp the chemicals just as she was about to exit the liquid…….

Holly  came bursting out of the tank, flinging herself to the floor in a wet  heap. As she lifted her head up, she could make out the laughter coming  from behind her. Agent Orange stood there on the walkway, having hoisted  himself away from the collapsed segment and onto stable footing. Holly  hoisted herself up to confront the small man, the slight shift in her  center of balance going unnoticed by her rage filled self.

“What’s so funny?” She spat at him.

“So you really don’t know eh?” He responded with a sly grin. “I guess your bosses know less than I realized.”

“What  do you mean?” Holly inquired as she reached to her belt to activate her  hidden recorder. This time the back of her mind took notice of her belt  sinking slightly more than was usual as she pressed it.

“Well ya  see, this whole gig here is exactly what it looks like. The bossman  really does want to start up the old candy business again. Maybe it’s  nostalgia for the good ol’ days, perhaps it’s cause he really does like  the joy the candy gave kids, ………..or maybe he just has a hard on for  making candy. I don’t know the details, and I don’t care for them. All I  need is the cash this gig is reeling in for me.” Orange claimed as he  leaned against the handrails of the walkway.

Noticing the growing  grin on his face, Holly pressed further. “But you’re a murderer who  specializes in smuggling. What business would you have at a candy  factory?” She grilled, failing to notice how she had to reorient herself  every so often in order to account for some growing weight she felt on  her.

Orange did notice this however. ‘Showtime.’ He thought to  himself while retorting her verbal questioning. “But ya see Hiefer, the  thing about the candy business is how expensive it is nowadays to get  the FDA approved ingredients. The bossman couldn’t possibly begin  operations again with those kinds of prices.” He said as he hopped from  the walkway onto the ground. “So that’s what our deal revolves around. I  get him some cheaper alternatives and in return he gives me a 40% cut  of any profit. Given how those porkers from the village used to gawk at  the sight of the factory alone, I assumed that’d be a good enough deal.”  Orange calmly approached Holly.

BEEP

The distinctive beep  of Holly’s recording device sounded as she ended the taping. With a  cocky sneer she proclaimed, “Thank you for your cooperation. This tape  will bring your little candy operation down Orange, and you with it.”

But  the surprise and fear that Holly expected to be strewn across Orange’s  face was nowhere to be found. In its place was a devilish sneer as he  stated “Given that highly concentrated sugar compound you swallowed back  in that tank, I should be the least of your worries right now Heifer!”

The  following poke to her gut finally forced Holly to look down at herself  for the first time since she got out of that chemical tank. What she saw  horrified her.

Her toned stomach was no more, a meaty muffintop  having taken its place. Her belly stuck out in front of her like the  slab of excess flesh it was. Her ass was even worse. What was once firm  to the touch now flared out like a shelf. The limits of her skintight  suit were being tested by each cheek alone. The pillar-like legs that  supported them were equally as chunky, forcing bubbles of flesh to rise  out of the forming tears in her suit like loaves of bread in an oven.

Holly  was in absolute shock. No words came from her mouth as she scanned her  whole body over and over. Her arms now had bingo wings that would have  been flapping about had they not been confined in her suit. Even her  fingers were layered with noticeable pudge. Were she with access to a  mirror, Holly would have no doubt seen chipmunk cheeks and a double chin  on her formerly sculpted face. As she processed all of this and the  initial shock of her weight gain began to wear off, yet another  observation came slamming down onto her.

She was still gaining weight.

Holly  could feel her suit getting tighter. Each pound of fat that the sugar  compound released into her body forced more and more into a suit that  was not built to handle it. The high tech belt that Holly kept with her,  that had gotten her out of so many previous jams before, that had the  evidence she needed to finish this mission, was sent flying across the  room with a load SNAP! Yet even with the belt no longer being a pressure  on her stomach, Holly still felt like a packed sausage in her clothing.  A sudden surge of growth in her behind wrenched what little balance  Holly’s titanic legs still had away from them and she was sent crashing  to the ground. The resulting ripples formed a chain reaction that spread  all across the surface of her supple body, causing the rest of Holly’s  suit to quite literally explode off of her body in a spectacular fashion  leaving her in nothing but the shredded remains of her bra and panties.

She was so fat that she ripped apart the most indestructible fabric the agency had.

Throughout  all of this, Agent Orange looked to be enjoying the sight of his former  colleague turning into a blob of flesh before his very eyes. However  business was business after all, and how could work be continued in this  room if the fat cow wasn’t moved soon? “Yeah, she’s been dealt with.”  He spoke into his earpiece while maintaining his gaze on Holly’s  expanding body. “Looks like you got lucky today Frank. This time you’ll  only have to bring the forklift. What? Yes I’m sure that we definitely  don’t have another chopper lift situation here Frank. Just get over here  quick. I want this operation back in gear as soon as the repairs to the  tank and walkway are made.” The short man cut off the conversation  there, leaving no room for his accomplice to argue on the matter more.

By  this point Holly had accepted her fate. Her stomach cascaded down to  the floor, reaching nearly past what used to be her knees. Her feet  could no longer touch the ground thanks to her overwhelming cankles. Her  breasts got the least attention during her expansion, but nonetheless  were now gigantic sacks of sensitive flesh that had somehow maintained a  level of perkiness throughout the whole ordeal. Holly’s arms could now  barely move, their fat making them an immense burden to even shift much  less lift. What was mere minutes ago a perfect face that would’ve landed  her an instant modeling career was now so bloated with fat that Holly  could only talk with immense effort.

Yet nothing compared to the  monster that was her ass. Ever since the initial growth surge Holly’s  ass had been growing at a rate twice that of any other part of her body.  It had gotten so huge that it acted as a gigantic pillow for her,  propping her up in a sitting position on the floor of the factory. Each  cheek looked like a boulder of pale meat, smooshing and squishing into  their own rolls of fat. Holly had reached such a point of apathy that  even when her weight gain stopped, she could find no celebration in it.  What was the point? How would she ever be able to walk again, much less  complete her mission?

A factory employee soon arrived with a  forklift, and although it had some troubles lifting her (the man  grumbled something about this definitely being a “chopper lift”  incident) she was eventually lifted from the ground and hauled away from  the room.

“Where….am I…*pant*...being taken?” Holly panted out with her now husky voice.

“Where  all the other freaks go.” The man replied. “You think you’re the first  case of something like this? No way in hell. Some are genuine accidents,  others are ones the bossman just wants gone, but sometimes it’s these  weirdos who do it to themselves on purpose to get their rocks off. We’ve  already got like what, four other chicks in here tonight alone?  Anyways, here’s your new home cow.”

A door opened to reveal a  room filled with women like Holly. Some were shaped like fruit, others  were simply blobs of fat, yet still more floated around as if they were  balloons. Holly’s observations were cut short as the forklift violently  dropped her in an empty spot. Surprisingly her newfound fat kept the  impact from doing much more than violently jiggling her massive body.

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Two  men watched the video feed of the Keeping Room’s newest guest. To the  untrained eye it would look like both men were enjoying it greatly, but  those who looked real close would have seen the shorter man’s smile  twitch to a frown as the taller man congratulated him on a job well  done.