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Bottled Pleasure - Up to date

So since I didn't really have any time to really work on stuff, the next best I could think of was thinking of a few additions to the bottled pleasure system and updating it! My thoughts are that this post will just be the most up to date version, and if we think of more add-ons, I'll just update this post rather than doing more. Feel free to add ideas in the comments below! I'd like to branch into different kinks and such with this too!

Shapecarving practice

So as you guys know, I have been super busy helping my brother fix up a super destroyed camper, but he has also moved in as a temporary roommate, so drawing my usual "genre" is a bit difficult haha. So I did a shapecarving exercise instead (sorry lol). In this you try to make something clean with just 2 tones: Silhouette, and as little of the light color as possible. not sure if its clear, and I need to study this a lot more, but it was fun!

Ophelia's new role

Finally got to draw again! Wanted to get back into it with a character drawing and ideally expression practice, so I scrolled my own patreon until I found something that my brain instantly had a sequel to haha (since I am still pretty creatively bankrupt with how tired I've been recently xD) Definitely fun to make! Every time I revisit the bottled pleasure idea I always seem to enjoy it lol. Drawing insane proportions like this is always a crazy challenge!

My Rorschach test?

So i have been quite busy with quite a bit of irl stress recently, so I havent really had the brain power or the creative energy left in the tank to make stuff. But I finally found some time, and since I didn't know what to draw, I just did a scribble challenge. Started drawing random shapes and lines and stuff until I started to see an image, and this was the result. Weird af frog wit ha right arm coming from his left socket... wonder what that says about me...? Sorry its quite a bit different than my normal stuff, but im just so mentally drained it was all I could really muster haha. Hope there is at least some enjoyment in it xD

Ghost Penis^2

It had been a week since Gomon's Curse had activated. Misa was beginning to lose her mind! She needed to stroke. With how close the ghostly tongues kept her, just one firm grip and she'd cum! And finally, her replica cock had been delivered.

The sizes didn't match up perfectly, but it should be enough! Misa could squeeze her hand around her cock, right where it should be! It was almost like it was there once again. Almost like she could stroke it, feel it! But no matter how fast she stroked, she could do nothing but add her desperation and tire her arm. Her torturers were too adept at holding her just where they wanted her: Perfectly on the brink of orgasm. And despite her attempt at a replica, her true cock was still painfully out of reach...

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Sorry for the bit of the delay with posting! I have so much stuff going on irl, but I hope this was worth the wait! Misa is definitely a fun character to mess around with. Ghost penises are kind of an awesome kink imo lol

Faces!

For faces being the centerpoint of most drawings, I feel like they are a big weakness for me, which is very unfortunate. Especially since there has been a lot of interest in me trying to make some comics, so I am breaking out some practice! Turns out making different facial expressions look like the same charcter is sooo hard. I do not understand it. Tried to use the same eye lashes and hair design and choker, but the different eyes in different expressions make her look so different! Gotta do some research or something on that to figure out how to keep consistent characters with different expressions so my comic would be clear on who is who haha

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Btw, real life just hit me with a crap ton of things all at once. Cat turned on the stove in the middle of the night and flooded my house with smoke, I have to help my brother clean out a camper that is full of mold and has a leaking roof, and my dad is in town, so i suddenly have lots on my plate very quickly. Sorry if that makes me a bit less active than usual haha

ChasteWorld: Futanaris

I had someone in one of my posts mention that I used the rule of "not being able to cum without being hard" without explicitly stating it, and it might have made one of my posts confusing to people who hadn't read all of my stuff. So I decided to do a little world building type character sheet for futas in general! A ridiculous amount of work to fully render 3 bodies for something that isn't even all that sexual and is almost more of a scientific presentation, buttt... worth? xD Hope you guys enjoy the insight into the rules that I've been secretly abiding by for all of my works! I thought this would also make it easier for people to design their own characters that would abide by my universes logic, however rare that may be haha

Bottled Pleasure Character Design Results!

Iris was the least popular girl in her school. Her small stature and frazzled appearance made her a social leper. But despite no one talking to her, she was in the background of every conversation, which is how she learned that basically everyone in her grade was dating and having sex before graduating.

She had never felt so left behind before. She was such an introvert, she could barely talk to others, let alone sleep with them. But luckily for her, she stumbled across a potential solution: Bottled Pleasure: Conditional Pills!

Are you struggling to complete tasks on time? Push yourself out of your comfort zone? Well we have the solution for you! Our new Conditional Pills are a one and done pill, where once you ingest it, the effects will continue to grow and persist as if you were taking daily pills! Once your condition has been met, the pill’s effects will stop, resulting in the perfect motivational system!

Iris scrolled through their options.

Another hand only: Are you trying to get the motivation to put yourself out there and make a connection? With this conditional pill, your body will only allow you to orgasm from the touch of another person! Until then, your arousal and sensitivity would grow daily, motivating you to get out there and have fun!

Iris’s throat tightened. It was exactly what she needed. She was determined not to graduate as the only one in her grade with absolutely no experience. She clicked add to cart. A pop up interrupted her checkout.

Excellent choice! Here is a free bonus add-on to your pill. We highly recommend this addition if you are a virgin: Virgin’s Bonus!

Iris tried to click on the bonus to see what it did, but all of its features were hidden. She was a virgin, but it was a little daunting to get an addition when she was unsure of what it would do. It was highly recommended though…

Add to cart.

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It had been a few days since Iris had taken her pill. Her arousal was growing steadily, and no matter how much she stroked, or how incredibly sensitive she felt, she couldn’t slip over!

But she knew that would be the case. That was exactly what she signed up for. But there was more than that… She was leaking. A lot. Everywhere, in fact. Her balls ached with need, and the more cum she felt building inside her, the more precum she’d constantly dribble. It seemed like her balls were even getting bigger! Was it just in her head?

Despite her arousal, it wasn’t enough to get her to try and find someone to get her off. She needed it, but she never talked to anyone! There is no way someone would be willing to help her get off as the first interaction with her! So despite the excruciating need gnawing its way through her core, she remained isolated.

Two weeks in, and things were really starting to change. Her balls were massive, and her cock seemed to be slowly shrinking! Maybe it was just in comparison to her balls, it looked smaller? That’s what she kept telling herself, but deep down she knew otherwise. It wasn’t even getting as hard as it used to, with her desperate late night sessions of trying to cum often resulting in strokes on a barely stiffening cock.

This had been a mistake. She still couldn’t imagine finding someone to get her off, and the frustration and need was becoming too much. She grabbed her computer and hopped on Bottled Pleasures customer service chat.

Customer service Rep: How can we help you today?

Guest: I recently took one of your motivation pills, but I decided it wasn’t going to work for me. Could I get a pill to cancel its effects?

Customer service Rep: I’m very sorry to hear that! Unfortunately, according to the terms of service you signed on checkout, we are contractually obligated to deny your request. But don’t worry, maybe we can still help out! What Conditional pill did you order?

“What!?” Iris shouted to her room. She groaned, trying to push the ache of her balls and the wetness of her thighs from her mind.

Guest: your another hand only pill.

Customer service Rep: Wonderful! That is a fairly simple pill to satisfy. All you need to do is find someone to make you orgasm, and the pill’s advancement will stop!

Guest: I know that, but I can’t find anyone! Besides, I don’t think it's working right, it's not just making me more horny. I feel like it's altering my size?

Customer service Rep: I see. Did you include the Virgin’s Bonus add-on by any chance?

Guest: Yeah?

Customer service Rep: Wonderful choice! The Virgin’s Bonus add-on includes additional features to help motivate you to find a partner, as virgins are much more likely to be more resistant to putting themselves out there! Two of which are increased ball size and decreased cock size!

Guest: What!?!? I did not agree to that!!! It didn’t tell me anything about that!! I want that removed!

Customer service Rep: I am very sorry to hear that. Unfortunately, by purchasing our product, you agree to our terms of service, which once again, makes us contractually obligated to deny your request. Just think of it as some extra motivation!

Guest: How am I supposed to get someone to make me cum when I’m constantly shrinking in size!??!

Customer service Rep: Great question! The shrinking process occurs over time, so the faster you find someone, the less difficulty it will create! We’ve found that this added time crunch greatly increases a virgin’s motivation to put themselves out there! Here is a tip that might help as well: Remember, there is no such thing as a perfect time to ask someone! If you keep waiting for the perfect time, you’ll be waiting forever! Now get out there and take risks!

This chat has been closed. If you have any further questions, feel free to open a new ticket, and a representative will be with you shortly.

Iris couldn’t keep waiting. The first opportunity she had. The first person she was alone with, she would ask.

She didn’t have her opportunity until the end of the next day. The classroom quickly emptied. All except for Lola, who was scheduled to clean the board and put up the chairs. She was a volleyball star, and one of the most popular girls in her school. Should she really ask her? Before she had a chance to talk herself out of it, she walked up behind her.

“Will you please give me a hand job?” Iris couldn’t believe she just asked that. Lola finished putting the chain on the desk, before turning around and giving her a raised eyebrow.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve even heard you talk, and you ask me that? That’s a little ballsy…”

“I’m sorry! I just–We’re graduating soon, and I didn’t want to graduate without having… This was stupid I’m so sorry!” Iris turned, and ran towards the door

“I suppose I can.” Lola sighed. Iris stopped. She turned towards Lola in disbelief. She couldn’t believe it! Finally! She needed it so badly, she hardly even cared when Lola told her to strip right there in the classroom.

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“Fuckkk I can’t believe it I can’t believe ittt!” Iris rushed to her room and cracked open her laptop. Her face was still hot to the touch.

Customer service Rep: How can we help you today?

Guest: I got someone to give me a hand job, so please give me a fucking pill to stop the another hand only motivational pill!!

Customer service Rep: Congratulations! There is no pill required! Once someone else makes you cum, the pill will stop on its own!

Guest: I didn’t get to cum though!!!

Customer service Rep: I see. Unfortunately the pill will only stop once someone brings you to orgasm. Until then, even if you are touched by other people, the pill’s effects will remain.

Guest: I couldn’t get hard enough to cum though! I have never felt so much pleasure before, and I still couldn’t cum! Something has to be wrong!

Customer service Rep: I am sorry to hear that. Did you include the Virgin’s Bonus add-on?

Guest: yes

Customer service Rep: Wonderful Choice! Unfortunately, one of the motivational elements to the Virgin’s Bonus is increasing erectile dysfunction. In order to avoid the embarrassment of being soft during their first time, this feature adds a substantial amount of motivation!

Guest: Well too late! I WAS soft for my first hand job! And because of it I couldn’t cum!!!

Customer service Rep: I am very sorry to hear that. It is widely known that the majority of futanari are unable to cum without being hard. Perhaps this was the case for you.

Guest: Okay?? So how am I supposed to get past that! Does that part of the pill stop now that I have had someone else touch me???

Customer service Rep: No, all aspects of the pill will remain functional until you are brought to an orgasm by another person.

Guest: Wtf!?! How am I supposed to cum then?!? And if I can’t cum, then how am I supposed to get the pill to stop! This doesn’t make any sense!

Customer service Rep: I am very sorry you are experiencing issues with our product. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do, due to our contractual obligations. It seems you may have simply waited too long to get another to help you orgasm. But do not worry! Virgin’s Bonus is specially designed to allow for continued sexual enjoyment! As more time passes, you will eventually shrink enough, and be too soft to ever penetrate another person, guaranteeing you remain a virgin forever! While your increased ball size and precum volume, along with increasing sensitivity ensures you will be a wonderfully entertaining plaything! Thank you so much for shopping with us at Bottled Pleasure, and we hope you enjoy your new life!

This chat has been closed. If you have any further questions, feel free to open a new ticket, and a representative will be with you shortly.

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I took all the add-ons that had above a 50% voting approval (ei, if the most popular thing had 50 votes, everything that had 25 or up)! This was a lot of fun, trying to come up with a character and story that fit the add-ons that were selected, plus it gave me the idea for those conditional pills, which I think could be a lot of fun to explore too! I really hope you guys enjoyed this, since it was a lot of fun to make! I've been really enjoying the Bottled Pleasure concept as well! I wanna come up with a lot more add-ons and make it super customizable, and then maybe do more of these? Let me know what you guys think!

Sketches!

Decided to do another sketch page! Honestly felt less confident with these ones, but there was a bit more imagination involved in these so that makes a bit more sense I suppose haha. Still like them, especialy far left! Something about that one reeeeally clicked with me, and it kinda inspired me for a scene, so I might be using that sketch in something! I hope you guys are enjoying these little sketches, because they are a lot of fun haha. Not worrying about the stress of rendering and just trying to make clean and quick sketches is very freeing xD Is this quality good enough for a comic for you guys? It might be fun to try connecting some of these sketches together and making little short story comics while practicing posing? I'm not sure though. Feel free to voice your thoughts!

Sketching!

I decided to do some sketching, just to try and get back into the swing of getting people down on the page how I am seeing them in my head. Used lose references for these, but overall pretty happy with it! Really like the style of the leftmost one, with less of an emphasis on head shape or accurate anatomy for the limbs, and more just getting clean shapes and getting the ideas across with general direction of the head and more of an emphasis on facial expression. Might do some more experimenting with it!

Bottled Pleasure Character design challenge!

I've been having the itch to draw recently, and one thing I thought could be fun would be to set a poll for which add-ons to use, and then try to design a character and scenario to match the poll! I reworked the Bottled Pleasure system a bit, making it just an aphrodisiac, and turning the denial elements into add-ons so its more customizable! Hope you guys like it! Feel free to comment your own pill orders for fun combinations you think of!

Butterfingers - Chapter 4

For this chapter, I am sure you guys are going to notice a bit of familiar content. That is because it was designed to incorporate and continue on from SkyLords amazing fan chapter he did for Kinktober #26 (with permission of course)!! I tried to reference the original and keep its essence, while putting on a bit of my own twist and continuing on past it! Hope you guys like it, because I certainly had a fun time with such amazing source material!

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Seema awoke to a warm, wet sensation sliding across her cock. Her hands dropped between her legs, grasping to slip behind the metal disk. 

It had been a couple days since she lost her cock, and the thief had been suspiciously quiet. Most of the time she had been left in the pocket dimension. A part of her was grateful, but the endless hours of gentle warmth was beginning to drive her nuts. A sensation she was quickly beginning to long for. 

The movement was excruciatingly slow. She rolled to her stomach, moaning into her pillow as she grinded her hips to her mattress. She groaned as she felt herself begin to slip from the wet warmth just as the edge approached. It took several seconds to fully escape it, slowly submerging into the cool air millimeter by millimeter. Seems whimpered, kicking her mattress with frustration. She held herself still, waiting for the sensation to return. But after a few seconds, she was still twitching in the cool air. We're they already done? 

She looked at the clock. She really needed to get ready for school. The person who had her cock must've ran out of time for more, too. Seema rolled out of bed and made her way to her closet–

Seema's tip pressed against the slick warmth once again. She pressed her hand to her mouth, silencing a moan as she leaned against her closet door.

After a prolonged break, slowly disappearing into the slick warmth was intoxicating. The miniscule movement was just torturous enough to reunite her with the edge. She groaned, bucking her hips against the frame of her closet. She was close. So fucking close. Just a little bit longer and she'd finally cum! 

Seema felt the cool air reappear along the base of her cock. She began bucking faster, praying for her trashing to resubmerge her in the heavenly sensation. But it didn't. Every second she felt a little more of her cock slip back to the cold, like a cruel countdown to her inevitable denial. She grabbed her chest, desperately playing for a trigger to push her over, but the cold air took her completely before she could hope for release.

Seema stood motionless, like prey trying to avoid her predator's attention. Her heart raced with every passing second. With each tick of her clock she braced herself for more. She couldn’t remember how long the break had been between her first two edges. Had it been shorter than this break, or longer? Was she in the clear? Every moment in the cool air beckoned her to relax her shoulders and settle into the safety of desertion. 

But given her captor, she should’ve known better.

Seema’s tip dipped into the warm sensation once again. She whimpered, with a mix of pleasure and fear. The movements were too consistent. Too perfect to be human. Too robotic. Seema finally made the horrifying realization that her teasing was automated. Even though her captor had to go to class as well, whatever mechanical hell they had created did not.

Seema swallowed the knot in her throat. The thought of enduring an entire day in her newly devised torment, surrounded by her classmates, was terrifying. She should skip class. She cracked her door and tried to steady her voice before calling down to her mom. But she stopped.

If she skipped class, wouldn’t she be practically outing herself to whoever had her cock? They would obviously suspect anyone who wasn’t in class after setting up such a sadistic contraption. But on the other hand, if she managed to get through the day while putting on a perfect poker face, then that would help put her in the clear!

Seema practiced keeping a straight face as she got dressed for school. She struggled to suppress twitches of frustrated pleasure as another agonising edge was milked from her. But no matter how torturous it was, she was determined to persevere. 

This was a perfect opportunity. The only reason her captor would be leaving her in a robotic hell all day, would be to discover whose cock they had, right? Making this the perfect opportunity to turn the tables. While Seema kept herself perfectly composed, she could study her classmates, and try to find one who looked like they were focused on everyone else's expressions! With her cock left at their home, only two people would know the excruciating tease she was experiencing. Herself, and her captor. And Seema was determined to surpass her captor’s plan.

However, Seema had underestimated the difficulty of her task. Every time a new edge began, Seema’s legs clenched, stuttering her step as she walked to school.  As her cock slowly slid between the slick, hot pleasure surrounding it, her heart rate spiked, along with the weight of her breaths. And every time her cock was cruelly torn from its orgasm, her face twitched with a growing desperation. 

But the closer she got to school, the more she was able to suppress it. The fear of being discovered as the cocks owner was ample motivation to keep herself in check. However, the more stoic she had to be, the more excruciating her teasing became. As the density of students around her increased, so did her pleasure. A twisted pleasure she locked from her mind.

April saw Seema enter the school’s double doors. She quickly got up and hurried her way to Seema’s side. 

“Hey, Seema.” She grabbed Seema’s arm, quietly catching her breath. April caught Seema in the middle of an edge. Seema’s face twitched as the sudden contact nearly jolted a surprised moan from her throat.

“H-hey, April.” Seema cleared her throat. “What are you doing out of class? It’s only a few minutes till it starts.

“Yeah, I was– Y-yeah I just wanted to see you before you got inside,” April chuckled. “H-have you heard yet?” 

“Heard what?” Seema’s shoulders relaxed. She swallowed the disappointment of another denied release, but was at least grateful for her respite in the cool air. April leaned closer, lowering her voice.

“Y-yknow…crybaby?”

“Crybaby? What’s crybaby?” April grabbed Seema’s arm, dragging her to the side of the hallway and out of the flow of traffic. 

“It’s what everyone has been calling the red light green light co–calling you. It’s been spreading through the school like crazy! They even have a–” April feverishly searched her bag, pulling out her phone. She typed on her phone, quickly pulling something up. She suppressed her frazzled excitement just before she turned her screen to Seema.

Seema’s world blurred over as she looked at the screen. A fucking machine with a cock taped to the end, being slowly pushed towards a fleshlight on the wall. Was this a new video someone sent April? Who sent it? If she could figure out who, then–

Seema’s body twitched as she felt the warmth surround her tip once again. At the exact same time that the cock on April’s phone pierced the fleshlight. Seema’s eyes searched the corners of the screen, eventually stopping on her worst nightmare. A small red dot, indicating it was recording. It was live. 

“No no no no no,” Seema whispered to herself. She ran her fingers through her hair, stressfully playing with her roots. She turned away from the screen and began pacing.

“Seema?” April stuttered alongside her, trying to keep pace with Seema’s accelerated pace.

“This can’t be happening, there is no way this is happening, right? A live stream? Really!?” The only benefit to Seema’s spiral was the distraction it allowed from the torment between her legs.

“It could be worse,” April attempted to comfort. “Didn’t you see the title?” April stuck the screen in front of Seema, forcing it within her field of view. Crybaby’s First orgasm!!! Countdown timer: 15:36:22

Seema froze in place. Her hands slipped down the back of her head, resting interlocked upon her neck. The timer was constantly updating in real time, ticking second by second. 

“Holy crap…” Seema’s stomach churned. They were finally going to let her cum!? Somehow the horror of her cock being live streamed to the whole school was no longer her priority, and a smile crept across her face. 

“See? Not all bad.” April nudged her, cracking Seema’s smile wider.

“Still… Over 15 hours?” It was a terrifyingly long time. Even without the added torture of her the brutal tease stacked onto her already overflowing desire with every minute. 

With the initial shock fading away, Seema stared at the stream with a new mindset. It seemed like whoever had her cock took the time to put away any identifying items from the within the frame, leaving only the fucking machine, fleshlight, and her leaking cock. Hardwood floors, Seema thought to herself, making note of the only additional information in the frame. That narrows it down.

Seema had no idea school could pass by so slowly. Being teased every minute like clockwork caused her to be fully aware of each and every passing moment. And knowing she would be cumming that night made each edge that much more intense. 

It was like her body was using each edge as a dry run. Every time she felt the fleshlight disappear, her core convulsed, like it was trying to remind her what was supposed to happen next. What would be happening next at the end of the day. Her resigned defeat, which had slowly begun to comfort her denial with indifference, was completely shattered. Her body remembered cumming was a thing. A thing she used to do quite frequently. And it had a renewed ravenousness for it.

But despite it all, somehow the teasing wasn’t the hardest part of Seema’s day. It was her classmates. 

The fucking machine made a very unique sound. Like a soft whirl of mechanical gears, blending together into a dull, low hum. And during every free moment, every gap in instruction, every break between classes and in the center of every giggling huddled group, the humming would return. Like it was the ambient noise of the very school itself. 

They couldn’t be bothered with subtlety. Each class had at least one student get scolded for being on their phone, but usually more. While those were only the ones who were caught. Whatever the subject of their lecture was, it was far less interesting than the subject on their phones.

After lunch, Jake went to the whiteboard and wrote down the countdown, accompanied by poorly drawn spurts of cum. Luckily, they were poorly drawn enough to be interpreted as fireworks by the home room teacher. A fact that elicited silent giggles across the class as Ms. Stevens wiped the board clean, reminding the students to be safe when handling them. 

Despite it all, Seema could barely give her classmates her attention. With every classmate aware of what crybaby was experiencing, maintaining her poker face required the entirety of Seema’s attention. But with every edge surrounded by her classmates, not only in their presence, but watching their reactions to seeing her torment real time? Seema spent the entire day fighting off the urge to show even the tiniest reaction, despite the growing need inside her beckoning her to drop to the floor and whimper and beg the class for mercy.

The moment the bell rang, Seema sprinted home. Every step she took to her house caused her stoic front to crack a little more. She threw open her front door, kicking off her shoes as she frantically climbed the stairs. She slammed her room door shut, barely able to wait for it to latch before tearing off her clothes. She collapsed to her mattress, letting her repressed hips finally buck. 

She moaned, grabbing her chest with such force she winced. But she couldn’t stop. Her bedframe shook as she bucked with all her might, her legs insisting on the movement the way her lungs enforced breath.

“Please fuck please please, I can’t wait another second pleeease!!” Seema begged to an empty room. The squeak of her bouncing mattress was the only reply. 

Seema lost track of how long she was trapped there. The only benchmark being the beads of frustrated sweat on her body and the growing burn in her butt.

“Hey, Sweetie?” Seema heard a knock on her door. Her eyes shot wide, frantically grabbing her blanket and flinging it over her panting body. It was already past six!?

“Y-yeah?” Seema’s door opened.

“I just wanted to remind you there’s food in the– Oh sweetie are you okay? You look a little flush. Are you getting a fever?” 

“N-no I’m fine. Just a little tired from school I guess.” Seema fidgeted with her blanket, making sure it was hiding the fact that it was all she had on.

“You sure? We can cancel our trip if we need to.”

“Trip?” 

“Yeah, it’s the 31st. Don’t let your father know you forgot.” Her mom teased.

“Oh right, of course. Dad’s birthday. I didn’t forget, just... A lot on my plate.” Seema laughed. “But no, don’t cancel, really, I’m fine.” Seema’s father was a huge traveling fan. So every year on his birthday, Seema’s parents would take a couple days off and visit a new city. They had been doing it since before Seema was born.

“Alright, well I was just going to tell you there is food in the fridge, and I left some money for take out, too. Our plane leaves soon, so I have to meet your father at the airport. We’ll celebrate together once we’re back. Call us if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay, have fun. Love you.”

“Love you, too!” Her mom closed her door. Seema listened as her footsteps retreated down the stairs and out the front door. She let out a sigh. Her hands began to slip back between her legs, but she tore them back above the blanket. She had been grinding for 3 hours and hadn’t even noticed, she couldn’t just jump back into it. She was going to go crazy.

With the house empty, she didn’t bother getting dressed. She kicked off her blanket and made her way downstairs. She cracked open the fridge and grabbed a premade salad mix, peeling it open and stirring it together. She took a few minutes to eat her dinner, but the entire time her mind was focused on her cock, still throbbing through its repetitive torture. She needed a distraction. 

She grabbed her phone and dialed April. 

“H-hey, Seema, what's up?” It was only for a fraction of a moment, but Seema heard something she had heard plenty that day. That low, mechanical dull hum. It was just for a moment, before a soft click silenced it. Did she imagine it? There's no way April was watching the stream, right!? Seema’s face flushed. What if she was? Was she supposed to confront her on it? What if she still was, and she only muted it!? Seema could feel such heat in her face, it stretched down her neck and chest.

“Um, were you…” Seema couldn’t bring it up. It was too mortifying to even ask. “I mean, I was just wanting to talk, are you free?” 

“Y-yeah of course.” 

Seema and April talked for hours. She tried to keep herself in check, but occasionally her voice would catch or stutter on a particularly frustrating edge or jolt of pleasure. Something she hoped desperately that April didn’t catch. 

Seema felt something touch her cock. Something different than the mechanical loop she had grown to expect.

“A-Alright,” Seema interrupted April, barely able to keep her voice from cracking. “Thanks for talking. I am getting a-a bit tired though, so I’m gonna hang up now.”

“Oh, okay.” April tentatively responded. “Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” Seema hung up, feeling the heat return to her face. There was no way she was going to bed, and of course April knew that… She shook her head, trying to push the interaction from her mind.

The movement around her cock changed again. She whimpered, devastatingly weak to the new and unfamiliar sensations. She could barely type on her phone as her hands shook with need, but she had to know. She pulled up the stream.

“Hey everyone! With only a half hour left on our countdown, I thought I would mix things up a bit.” The voice on the stream was Annie, the female version of two AI voices that were used in virtually everything. From navigation to commercials. Whoever was running the stream must’ve been using a voice editor to change them into Annie and mask their actual voice. If they were using Annie instead of Arther, then did that mean whoever had her cock was a girl?

“Although, my God! I was thinking about using this machine as a regular way of teasing my little pet, but I might have to rethink that. Look at the pool it made! If I keep leaving it here, I think it might cause water damage to my floors!” Annie laughed, running a hand through the copious pool of precum covering their floor. Their hands were wearing black latex gloves, hiding any potential features for Seema to catch.

blimsox: just get a tarp or something

sharkster: but it clearly works so well!!

jumboj4k3: or a bucket. can measure the leakage xD

bexxx: yeah, especially if its cumming tonight. gotta up the teasing to get all our hard work back!

Seema squirmed as she read chat. They were talking about her. About teasing her. With her cock right on the screen.

“Good ideas! Maybe it’ll be a regular, who knows. Definitely more fun than just leaving it all tucked away!” Annie laughed. “Either way, I decided if Crybaby was finally going to cum, then it’d be cumming by my hands. Althooough… looks like we still got another 26 minutes, so just some more teasing until then?”

Railp04: yes please

sabrielle: definitely! maybe we should make it really work for its release. Only use a finger to stroke it or something?

offensivenun: hottttt

Seema couldn’t handle another few seconds of teasing. Let alone 26 minutes. She navigated the site, about to sign in. SeeMahSkill. She quickly backed out. She couldn’t use her usual username. She couldn’t risk someone connecting the dots. She selected ‘Make new account’, and went through the steps, settling on a randomly generated nickname far from her original.

bigbreaker58: probably teased it enough, whats the harm in making it cum a little early. I wanna see it

The moment Seema hit send, her heart began to race.

“Probably teased it enough, what's the harm in making it cum early?” Annie read out chat. “Is that a crybaby sympathiser in chat? What do you guys think? Has our little pet gone through enough?”

jumboj4k3: Not a chance, honestly think another week would be even better xD

bexxx: no!! If it wanted to cum, it had all day to! But instead it just threw a tantrum, crying all over your floor for hours... We don’t reward crybaby’s tantrums, right?

sabrielle: exactly! If it was a little bigger, it could’ve cum too. It would’ve had more time in the fucking machine with every stroke. its fate is just a consequence of its size haha ^u^

Railp04: more teasing please

Somononon: there are no such things as crybaby sympathizes hahaha. i bet that’s crybaby xD

Seema’s stomach dropped. Embarrassment rushed over her as she frantically typed to defend herself.

bigbreaker58: no im not crybaby. im just saying it must be hard to be teased for so long, right?

Somononon: you would know hahaha

“Looks like the general consensus is more teasing, sorry bigbreaker!” Annie took their black finger, completely slick in Seema’s precum, and began slowly running it up her cock. 

“Oh fuckkk,” Seema gasped, clenching her sheets tight in her fist. Her eyes were glued to the screen as Annie slid their finger slowly across her throbbing shaft. Every time her finger reached her tip, Seema cock throbbed, expelling another drip of precum. Seema’s core clenched as her light flipped red. Annies finger pulled off, hovering just above.

Seema groaned, bucking her hips into the air as she tried to push her cock against the soaking black finger not even an inch off her skin, but no matter how rabidly she moved her hips, her cock stayed perfectly still.

Somononon: bigbreaker has gotten suspiciously quiet, huh…..

jumboj4k3: yeah you’re kinda convincing me. You think its actually crybaby? They gotta know about the stream, right? No way they wouldn’t be watching.

bexxx: omgomg for real!

The moment the light turned green, Annies finger returned. 

bigbreaker58: im not

Seema tried to type more, but with the moment the finger returned her mind went entirely blank. She writhed with need. She couldn’t formulate a defense, but the more suspicion turned towards her, the more she wanted one. 

sabrielle: lets test it! Go absolutely crazy with the teasing, and we can ask bigbreaker some easy questions. If they aren’t crybaby, then there should be no problem!

“Ooooh looks like we got some drama in chat! That sounds like fun sabrielle. I’d be happy to do my part!” Annie slowly wrapped her entire hand around Seema’s cock, completely engulfing it with Seema’s size. And with no warning, she did a quick strong stroke. 

Seema nearly screamed with pleasure. Her body clenched to the tips of toes, finally feeling a full stroke for the first time after days of endless dainty teasing. Annies hand disappeared for a moment, but then immediately returned for two fast strokes.

“Here’s the plan.” Annie continued. “I’ll keep doing this, a random number of full strokes, with a random amount of breaks between them. I'll do my best to keep crybaby on the edgest of edges the entire time, stuffing in as much pleasure as I can manage. You guys deal with the questions, okay?”

bexxx: omggg yess!!

sabrielle: poor crybaby xD

Somononon: i got the questions then haha

Seema could barely think. Her cock felt like it was melting between Annies slick, warm hands. Every time she stroked it, Seema’s entire body froze. Even her lungs seized with pleasure as she tried to force herself over. She couldn’t become accustomed to it. Sometimes she’d barely finish one stroke, while other times she’d speed through six, pulling off just as Seema was about to cum. Her entire being was entirely absorbed by the chaos of Annie's overwhelming pleasure.

Somononon: 16+17

“Guuuahhh,” Seema groaned. The sensations were too much. The pressure of being discovered was too much. Her everything trembled with an inescapable desperation and adrenaline. Her fingers shook too much to type, even if she could think of the answer. She watched the chat explode in a fugued state of disbelief and arousal.

bexxx: holy fuck hahah

Somononon: come on bigbreaker, its a pretty simple question. You really can’t get this? Are you maybe a little distracted or something?

jumboj4k3: its totally crybaby xD nail on the fucking head, nun hahaha

sabrielle: just admit it bigbreaker, maybe they’ll let you cum early!

Seema was barely able to type, whimpering to her empty room and fucking her mattress restlessly. She couldn’t take it. She had to before she physically couldn’t type anymore…

bigbreaker58: its me pls stop!!!

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner!!” Annie exclaimed, finally releasing Seema’s cock from its pleasurable hell between their fingers. “That was a great idea guys! We gotta give Somononon a medal or something, what a detective!”

Seema collapsed to her bed, completely limp. Her body ached from tensing perpetually under the merciless onslaught of sensation. She couldn’t tell if she should be grateful that it ended, or spiteful that it didn’t keep going. All she longed for was the pleasure her throbbing cock could provide, and the promise of finally getting her release.

Seema’s phone beeped. Her eyes felt as heavy as her breaths as she slowly turned to look at her screen.

Your channel nickname has been updated by the streamer or a promoted moderator! Congratulations! Your new nickname is: Crybaby

“I’m glad we got that figured out just in the nick of time, because the countdown is almost up! Only a minute left until our little leaky pet gets to finally cum! It makes it even that much more fun knowing crybaby is here and watching. So let's start building them up again…” Annie placed a finger at the base of Seemas cock, and slowly began to glide it upwards.

“Oh fuckkk!” Seema rolled against her mattress, searching for some position that would make her frustration just a fraction less overwhelming. Annie’s finger was excruciatingly slow, but the closer the timer ticked to zero, the faster they began to stroke. 

“15 seconds left! How much do you guys think it’ll cum? Maybe I should've gotten that tarp afterall!” Annie laughed.

“Please, yes please fuck fuck yes YESSS!!” Seema moaned into her bed. Her hips fucked violently as any embarrassment or humiliation of being tortured in front of her entire school melted away. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing but finally cumming.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6–” Annie's fingers sped up. Seema’s moans filled her room. She grabbed her chest as she bucked. “--5, 4, 3, 2, 1, April Fools!!!” Annies hand pulled off.

‘NOOO!!!” Seema shrieked, loud enough for her voice to peel the paint from the walls. Her body seized on the edge. Every muscle in her body clenched, trying to force herself over the edge, but only resulting in spurting a powerful burst of precum from her thrashing cock, like a clear and soul crushing spurt of cum. 

“You can’t!!!” Seema was bound to break. Her hands pressed desperately against her metal plate, and her legs clamped around them, leaving her in a trembling ball of need. Her eyes teared up as she whimpered. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair!! It wasn't even–

Seema’s eyes met the clock in her room. 12:01am, April 1st. 

jumboj4k3: of fuck yes!! Hahahaha that’s golden!

Bexxx: omgomgomg LOOOOL, you got me!

sabrielle: hahaha poor crybabyyyy!! Holy shit i bet their dying rn xD

Somononon: did you see that spurt of precum?? Now THAT is a crybaby level tantrum!

Any semblance of pride completely crumbled in Seema. She frantically grabbed her phone.

Crybaby: please please let me cum. Please!!!!!!

“Awww our pet is begginggg! I’m sorry, but that was my April fools joke! It would be against the spirit of the holiday if we went back on it now!” Annie laughed, wiggling the metal base of the portal, letting drip after drip of precum trail off her vehemently protesting, thrashing cock. “But I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a chance. We gotttt– holy shit we got 65 people watching right now. I’ll choose a random viewer to decide on whether or not you cum today. So maybe you’ll find one of those fabled ‘crybaby sympathizers’! Or you could win yourself. A 1 in 65 chance! Deal?”

“Yes!” Seema shouted aloud, before quickly typing.

Crybaby: yes please!

“Alriiiiight, looks like the winner is…? Railp04! Congratulations! What do you think, should we let crybaby cum?” Seema sat perfectly still. She had never stared at anything with such intensity before, completely transfixed on the chat. This was her chance. Right here. Right now. Someone could let her cum, let her finally cum!

“Uhhh, Railp04? You there? If they don’t respond, should we roll again, or just assume it was a no?”

Somononon: assume no, definitely. 

bexxx: yeah no for sure! That’s what they would say anyways haha

“Nonono,” Seema squirmed.

Crybaby: please no, seriously please I really need this!

“Going once, going twice…”

Railp04: dont let her cum please

“Nooo!!!” Seema whined, squirming on her bed.

“Ohhh, there we have it. Guess it's a no! Oh well, I’m sure you’ll get to cum eventually. Thanks for tuning in everyone! There will definitely be more to come…”

Seema’s cock spurted out another stream of precum as it throbbed on the screen, rock hard and thrashing in another excruciating outburst. But before Seema could type a word, she watched Annie press the button on her ring, returning her to the pocket dimension and shutting off the stream.

First take on Feminization!

Given the usual focus of my work its kinda crazy to believe, but I've completed my first ever work with a focus on feminization thanks to a commission from one of you! It was an image/story combination, so feel free to check out the story on discord! (in the Patreon-stories commissions thread). Hope you all enjoy!

First ever full character sheet!

Got a commission for a full character sheet, and maaan this was a challenge!! Because it was meant to be a reference sheet for a 3d model as well, I had to make sure everything from all the poses matched up, rather than just needing individual poses to look "right". Definitely a hard challenge, but it was fun!

ButterFingers - Chapter 3

Insomnia - Chapter 2

Michael dreamt of Sophia. After the events of the night before, his mind was eager to make use of its new source material. The dream faded quickly once awake, but his need to change clothes in the morning proved to him its contents. 

His walk to class felt different. There was more excitement in him. His mind wandered with every glance at a beautiful girl, wondering if they had a similar secret to Sophia’s. A hidden life he was accidentally exposed to. These passing fantasies felt like so much more than that. As if Sophia’s secret was the justification to truly believe each one.

Each step he took towards his physics class gave him flutters. What was the class going to be like? How would Sophia act? His mind went wild with fantasies. As mild as her smiling at him, to secretly flashing him in the middle of class. 

The classroom was nearly empty. Michael was always a little early to class, but today he was exceptionally so. Apparently his change in attitude put a little extra pep in his step. 

He took his usual seat and pulled out his notebook. He placed the tip of his pencil against the paper, prepared to start his usual pre-class sketching. But the stream of sketch ideas he had been accustomed to didn't come. Instead, his mind could only think of one thing.

He looked around the classroom. No one was around. His stomach tightened as he began to draw.

Michael was significantly less adept at drawing women. He had been taught that in order to learn and add to his visual library, he needed to draw from reference when studying. However, he absolutely despised the process of scouring the Internet for references of the different poses he wanted to try. So he started just taking his own reference pictures of himself. He could act out any pose or any camera angle without having to spend hours searching for what he wanted. This resulted in rapid improvement, but only for the male anatomy.

Michael scratched his head, staring at his work. He had tried to draw her as he first saw her: stretching tall in front of the window. The pose was recognizable, but it lacked the feminine allure she had the night before. But even so, the pose effectively reignited the memory, causing him to redden.

He continued to draw, making his way through pose after pose. Her kneeling behind the stool. Trying to capture her timid nature while standing, barely covering herself. Despite his struggles, he became so immersed, he nearly jumped from his seat when Mr. Bradford’s harsh voice cut through his concentration. 

Michael quickly shut his notebook, worriedly absorbing his surroundings. No one was close enough to have seen. His eyes searched the classroom. Sitting near the front, like it was just another day, was Sophia. 

Class went on just like any other. Throughout it, Michael couldn't help but study her. She was perfectly normal, leaving the world completely ignorant of her secret night. She remained the picture of composed beauty.

Mr. Bradford dismissed his students. Michael stretched in his chair. He watched Sophia assemble her things. She stood, smoothed out her skirt, and grabbed her bag. Michael's heart began to race as she ascended the stairs. 

You're gonna talk to her, he ordered himself. Just say ‘hi.’ Say, ‘see you tomorrow.’ He had almost convinced himself, when Sophia entered speaking range. He immediately turned from her, feigning himself distracted as he packed up his things. She walked by in silence.

Michael beat himself up for the rest of the day. He ran different conversations in his head, over and over. Replaying the moment endlessly. What he could have said, things he could have done. Exactly how he was going to talk to her at their next class. The sun set, and yet it still occupied the back of his mind. 

Michael sat in his bed, watching the clock tick. 12:48. His leg bounced in his bed. He knew the automatic hallway lights turned off at 12:45. If she was planning on going out again, it would be after that. 

He forced his eyes closed, turning away from the clock. He took a deep breath, trying to return his mind to the monotony of counting his breaths. But the twinge of excitement in his stomach was unyielding. He couldn't take it anymore, kicking off his blankets as he finally relented. He grabbed his sketchbook and pencil and made his way to the common lounge. 

He opened the door to an empty room, and a mixture of disappointment and relief. Having been unable to figure out what he'd have said if she’d been inside, he couldn’t help but let his tense shoulders drop.

With the lights off, the room was still surprisingly bright from the gentle blue glow of the outside world through the room's giant windows. The room didn't have dim switches, so turning on any lights would blast him with the faux sunlight of the room's LEDs. He just took a seat with his back to the windows, allowing their soft radiance to light his pages. 

Michael sketched for a while. He had used drawing as a way to quiet his mind to try and sleep before, although usually in his room. The scratch of the pencil to the page. The soft granulation in his hand. It was meditative for him. He ran through mind numbing practices: drawing shapes. Drawing a random line then trying to trace it exactly over and over. Simple exercises that would give him the experience of drawing without the mental exertion. Once his mind had finally quieted, he shuffled back to his room for the night.

The next few days went exactly the same. Sophia continued on perfectly normal. Her eyes never even wandered his way. The dark halls and lounge returned to their familiar desolation. The world spun on with such consistency, it almost began to feel as though that night had never happened. That it was only a vivid dream. A fantasy that his mind simply wished to be true.

As each day of sameness passed, this gnawing began to grow in him. A sort of sadness that he couldn’t place. He tried to ignore it, but every time he saw Sophia continuing on exactly the same, it grew a little more. Physics class became a sketching class, as he became more focused on blocking the feeling from his mind. Until that Friday. 

Mr. Bradford did weekly assessments, so the end of Friday always consisted of getting tests back. Michael was absorbed in his notebook, when something pierced through his concentration.

“Here is your test back, Sophia.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Michael’s eyes widened. Throughout their couple months of class, Sophia had never called Mr. Bradford, “Sir.” Standing in contrast with the rest of the class, it had become a point of identity for her in Michaels eyes. Until now.

Michael felt a weight lift from his chest as that gnawing feeling broke away. There was something validating about it. Seeing Sophia that night was a big experience for him. Even if it was accidental. Even if there was no reason it had to be him. It still was impactful enough to draw his mind for a while. 

That is when that gnawing feeling finally made sense to him. It didn’t matter if it was a coincidence. It didn’t matter if it had anything to do with him. Something changed in her. It wasn’t just business as usual for her. That thought alone was enough to settle his growing turmoil. Maybe she had given that night more than a passing thought, even if she never showed it. He just didn’t want to be so insignificant, that even being seen by him while completely wasn’t enough to make an impact on her.

For the first time all week, Michael’s mind finally dropped that night. After a week of passing each other by with no reactions. After a week of trying to convince himself to talk to her, when he knew deep down that he’d always back down at the moment of truth. It was time to move on. That night would be a permanent memory for him, but that was all it was going to be. And for the first time since then, he was okay with that. 

Physics ended, and Michael continued on with his usual Friday routine. He ate, spent a few hours finishing his homework for the week, and took his shower. Over the course of the week, he had become rather fond of sketching in the common lounge late at night. The dark room and the quiet aside from the soft scratch of his pencil. In a new place, separate from the workload and stress associated with the desk in his room. It was peaceful.

Once the lights were out, Michael grabbed his sketchbook and headed to the lounge. He took his usual seat on the couch, and began sketching. 

Since it was the weekend and he didn’t need to wake up the next day, he could let his mind be as active as it wanted. He decided to forego the mindless exercises and enjoy himself a bit. He began sketching various action poses. He started off with more simple poses, slowly ramping up the perspective and dynamism as he got more comfortable. 

Pages upon pages seemed to fill themselves as he sketched. He began connecting the poses, trying to choreograph scenes in his head, drawing the keyframes of fighting scenes or parkour movements. Michael was deep in his head, trying to visualize the look of side flip from a worm's eye view, when the door to the lounge opened. 

Michael jumped in his skin. He had completely forgotten where he was. He looked up from his page to see a familiar girl slipping in through the door. The dull cool light of the room was enough to make out her features, along with a large T-shirt and some baggy cotton pajama pants. Her eyes quickly traced the room, before resting on Michael. She smiled.

“Hey, Michael.” She whispered. The soft timbre of her voice ignited butterflies in his stomach, reminding him vividly of the last time they spoke. “What are you up to so late?”

“Uh,” Michaels brain stuttered. “I was drawing.” He held up his sketchbook, as if he needed to provide proof.

“Can I see?” Sophia tiptoed across the room. Despite its very empty state, she still moved as though her steps would wake up the whole dorm.

“Y-yeah, sure.” Sophia sat on the couch next to him. He tilted the sketchbook towards her, and she immediately leaned in to view it. Her sudden lean dislodged strands of her inverted bob from behind her ear, which she quickly remedied. 

Michael was not prepared for how close she sat. Close enough to smell her warm and inviting scent. It was a mix of sweet fruits and clean laundry. Subtle, but intoxicating nonetheless. 

“Oh wow, these are great.” Sophia still whispered. “Can I flip through?” Michael panicked for a moment, remembering the sketches he did of her earlier in the week, before remembering they were in his physics notebook instead. 

“Sure.” She flipped a page. And another. Normally people would quickly glance and move on, but it felt like she was actually looking at them. A dedicated focus that made him both happy, and embarrassed. 

“Do you only like drawing hot guys?” Michaels emotional mix morphed entirely into embarrassment.

“No, what? I-I mean, that's just what I am more comfortable with, I guess.”

“I get it. If I was as good at drawing as you were, I’d spend all my time drawing hot guys, too.” Sophia giggled. Michaels face got even hotter. He took his sketchbook back, eager to move the conversation on.

“I just have a lot more practice with them, since I can take my own reference pictures.” He put the sketchbook aside. “It takes a lot less time than trying to find references of the poses I want online. But then I only end up getting practice with guys.”

“Oh, I get it.” There was a brief pause. She stood up from the couch, before continuing slowly. “Do you want me to pose for you?” 

“Huh?” Michael let slip before he could catch it. “N-no, that's okay, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He chuckled.

“No, really. It can be my thank you for,” Sophia’s voice dropped a bit. “For keeping last week to yourself...” Her cheeks reddened a bit. Before Michael had a chance to respond, she twirled back into the middle of the room. “So, do any poses work? I don’t think I can do flip kicks and stuff like in your notebook.”

“Y-yeah, any pose is fine. I would need a couple minutes to draw, so action poses probably wouldn’t work anyways. Just anything you think of that you can hold.”

“Okay.” Sophia smiled. She started off with a “land ho!” pose, with her hand over the tops of her eyes like a baseball cap. She immediately giggled, before sterning her face and holding the pose.

Michael quickly began sketching. His hand was warmed up from all his action poses, and yet it was surprisingly difficult. Her features were softer than he was used to. Without the angular juts from muscles, he had less landmarks to correctly space her proportions. Her oversized t-shirt and baggy pants did little help in that department.

After a couple minutes, she switched to the next pose. And the next. As they continued, she became more and more confident in her poses. Her silly awkward poses began to take on more elegance and grace. 

“Can I see?” Sophia asked as she finished her sixth pose.

“Yeah of course.” Although secretly he wished otherwise. The results were far below the quality he had wanted. She pranced back to the couch, sitting beside him once again. 

“I don’t have much practice with live drawing.” Michael continued, eager to preface the drawings with an excuse. “And I’ve been mostly studying anatomy and such right now, so my clothing is out of practice. Baggy clothes are especially hard.” Michael laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his head. 

“These are good.” Sophia reassured, giggling. She stared at the poses for a while in silence. “You’re focusing on anatomy right now?” She was quiet.

“Yeah, although as an artist you’re kinda always focusing on anatomy.” Michael nervously chuckled. “Sort of the gift that keeps on giving, kinda thing. Feels like I never get good enough at it.” Sophia didn’t respond. Michael gave another nervous chuckle. He started panicking. Conversation was never his strong suit. Was he supposed to choose a new topic now? He started racking his mind for a segue.

“Would it help if I took my clothes off?” Michael’s brain froze mid thought. All he could do was slightly open his mouth before she continued. “Just the shirt and pants though. And only if… you want?” Sophia looked at him with her doe eyes, before quickly looking away, sliding a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear once again. Still looking at the floor, she continued softly. “A-and its not like it’s anything you haven't seen before…”

Michael tried to swallow the thick knot in his throat.

“I-If you want to, that could help.” Michael was barely able to get out. She smiled softly, before standing back up. She pulled off her T-shirt, revealing the thin black strap of her bra across her back. She turned slightly to avoid leaving her butt directly in front of him, before bending over to pull off her pajama bottoms. She stepped out of them, leaving her clothes by the couch before returning to the middle of the room.

“Good to start?” Sophia asked, eyes locked with the floor. Her matching pair of black undergarments entranced Michael’s eyes.

“Y-yeah.”

Michael had been to dozens of figure drawing classes. He had drawn from several nude models in the past, and all of the classes had something in common: They weren’t arousing. He didn’t know if it was because of the model's confidence? The academic air of the room? Regardless of the reason, it was very difficult to get aroused during a figure drawing class, regardless of the model. That was not the case here.

Michael was instantly hard. He pressed his sketchbook into his crotch as he drew, desperate to try and turn it off. But it was hopeless. She was intoxicating. 

It seemed like with each pose she took, she got more and more attractive. Even though the poses still felt modest, they seemed to exude a more sensual element with each transition. He tried to push it out of his mind, chalking it up to his imagination. 

Michael could feel his underwear completely slick with precum. He tried to continue drawing, but with each pose, he found himself spending less and less time looking at his page. Eventually Sophia’s standing poses became sitting poses. She laid back, directly away from Michael. She lifted her knees, pressing them together with her hands crossed and resting on the floor behind her head.

Michael could hardly stand it. He tried roughing in the pose, but his eyes became glued to her. They traced down her legs. They seemed to glow under the cool dim light of the windows. His eyes stopped. Even with her legs together, with her knees raised he could see the sliver of black panties shielding her. He felt the throbbing of his cock through his sketchbook. He put his pencil down. He was about to speak when he noticed something. A very subtle gleam of light on her panties. Were they…? Was she… wet? — 

Ke-chunk! The mechanical latch of a closing door echoed through the hallways. Sophia startled upwards at the sound, quickly shielding her bra with her arms. She flipped over to her knees, closing the distance to grab her shirt and quickly slipping into it. Her frantic movements snapped Michael out of it.

“Sorry,” Sophia giggled, “Scared me a bit.”

“No, I-It’s fine.” Michael chuckled back. “I got a lot of practice,” he patted his sketchbook, unwilling to lift it from his lap. “Thanks for the help. D-definitely consider us even.” He laughed. She smiled, fixing that same strand of stubborn hair. They stewed in silence for a bit, before Michael continued, eager to break the silence. 

“I-I should probably let you get to bed, you modeled for a while. It’s gotten pretty late.”

“Y-yeah, I suppose.” She stood up. Her shirt was long enough that even without her pajamas, her panties remained hidden. A sight that did little to aid the strain beneath Michael’s sketchbook. She leaned over, grabbing her pants and quickly bundling them under her arm. “Thanks for drawing me, it was actually a lot of fun.”

“My pleasure!” Michael blurted, instantly recoiling at his own enthusiasm. She dropped her gaze in a smile. She twisted the longer side of her hair in her fingers as she swayed a bit on her feet. Her gaze stiffened from a moment as she took a deep breath.

“May I—?” Sophia stopped, her voice so quiet Michael could barely hear it in the dead silence of night. Michael creased his brow in confusion, leaning in a little. Her face almost looked warmer than when he stumbled upon her the week before. She quickly spun around, hiding behind her back. “I-It’s nothing.” She hurried to the door. As she opened it, she stopped, before looking over her shoulder.

“Talk to you later?”

“Y-yeah.” She quickly left the room, letting the door latch behind her. “Talk to you later.” 

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I know this isn't in the usual rotation of chapters I work on, but I had been thinking about this story for awhile, and figured I might as well write the next chapter! Although still basically a setup chapter xD Hope you guys enjoyed!

A seamless replacement... (Break for birthday)

Thought I would share an awesome idea one of you commissioned me for! Super challenging pose, but definitely worth the effort for this one! Hope you all enjoy it!

Also, today is my birthday! So I will be taking a small break from patreon for a week or so just to spend some time with family and give myself a mini vacation. But I'll be back in no time!

Action poses!

After drawing that vampire commission, it got me very excited about my own vampire based universe I had started designing awhile back. Decided todo some action poses to help me test out some ideas for the power system! The first image was off of reference, but the second one was from imagination! I was incredibly surprised with the quality of my imagination poses. Figured they would be complete garbage since I so rarely practice action poses. Gives me hope that I am getting closer to comic-level drawings!

Also not gonna lie, drawing men is really really fun. You can be super angular with their muscles and really focus on shape design with them! I know its not nsfw, but hopefully you guys can enjoy it a bit anyways!

Vampires baby

Got a commission to do a couple variations of a friend's vampire OC. Definitely fun to make, especially messing around with the lighting to give a very pale and white-centric'd character some depth! There were lost more iterations, but these were my personal favorites! Definitely got me excited about vampires and vampire lore again. Are you guys fans of the vampire scene?

Dynamic angle practice!

Got another fire emblem commission (seriously, might need to play this?) But this time it was no rendering, just flat colors and focus on adding a dynamic perspective. This one seriously stretched my artistic muscles, but I think I learned a decent amount from it! Already seeing ways I could push it even further lol. Hope you guys get a little enjoyment out of it!

Loadout: Maximum Masochism

So I wanted to do some experimenting with exaggerated proportions (getting into comical sizes here xD), and I had the idea of using my Bottled Pleasure idea to make a "Loadout" of sorts. And it gave me an idea: What if we were to expand the number of add-ons to it, and then it could be used as a tool for character creation! It reminded me of that "choose your pill" chastity thing (3rd image, not mine obviously). We could make one page that has all the add-ons on it, and then with our OCs, just reference it with the vial and the list of numbers. Kind of like a little code for our characters xD I am kind of excited to come up with different combinations and different add-ons, and if it got used enough, it'd be awesome to see what other characters/combinations people come up with!

I even uploaded the png of the vial with a transparent background, so if you guys were interesting in coming up with your own characters with this system, you could just add the vial and your number string to pre-existing images! Maybe I am crazy, but I personally think this could be pretty fun! What do you guys think about this idea?

A little distracted

Misa was normally head of the class in academics, and an extroverted girl like herself loved presentations. Until a jealous classmate cursed her. Always being able to see her cock exposed, teased and edged under a barrage of tongues, made her feel like everyone else could see it too. That was bad enough even without the hours of edging she had experienced up till then... When was this going to end!?!?

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This one was a lot of fun to make! Rendering the ghostly cock and trying to make it see through/coming out of the clothes was super challenging, but im really happy with it! Also mouths are kinda hard, so that was a difficult aspect i didn't foresee haha. Also experimenting a lot more with this quicker style of line art and low shadow rendering, and its really growing on me. It makes the refining process a lot faster and simplier, but still gets the points across clearly, which i think might be ideal for my kind of work (focused on captions, situations, and storytelling, rather than just visually stimulating illustrations. Better for the potential for comics as well! Let me know what you guys think!

Eva - Chapter 4

Eva paced back and forth behind her front door. She knew the delivery would most likely be automated, but even the chance of another human being on the other side of the door caused her stomach to spiral. Eva nearly jumped from her skin when the doorbell rang.

Aika had only released her from her binds moments ago. Just long enough for her to throw on an extra large T-shirt and baggy sweats. She hadn’t even taken the time to put on panties, a decision she was now regretting as the lingering of her edges was mixing with the adrenaline, forming a powerfully uncomfortable concoction for her stomach. She wiped her cold palms on her pants, then forced herself to open the door.

A wave of relief washed over her as her eyes met the courier drone. The bot slid itself out from under the wooden crate, offering up a fingerprint scanner. She pressed her thumb firmly against the device. It beeped, and the bot twirled around, quickly rolling down the hallway and out of sight.

Eva ran her fingers through her hair, calming the beat of her heart. She felt a twinge of shame, before quickly turning her attention to the package. Her shoulders slumped in annoyance. She should’ve directed the bot to move the crate inside before it left…

Fire burned in Eva’s lungs as she forced out one last push. She gasped, collapsing against the side of the crate, finally in the middle of her living room. Her muscles ached. She didn’t know if she should be proud of getting it inside, or embarrassed by how hard it was. She dropped her head against the wood, letting her body take its much deserved break.

Eva’s living room chute whirled. Her eyes opened, noticing the crowbar resting on the tray. A none too subtle hint from Aika. She took one last breath before getting up to grab the tool. She was eager enough to get the chore over with as well.

She spent a few minutes working her way around the crate, finally popping off the lid. Inside was a human sized pod with a black lustrous sheen. She dropped the crow bar. She ran her finger along the side of the pod, eventually finding a small button. She pressed it, allowing the lid to swing open with a hiss. 

Eva startled away from the pod, immediately feeling her chest erupt as she gazed at the contents. It looked exactly like a normal human girl. Her heart stuttered. A wave of dizziness hit her. Like she was face to face with a living person, a fleeting moment of fight or flight piercing through her logical mind. But Eva’s rationale quickly returned, dulling the anxiety within her. 

She was beautiful. Eva crept alongside the pod, studying her face like a curious child. She had long dark purple hair, igniting into vibrant strands when it caught the light. Her features were elegant and defined, giving her face and air of age surpassing Eva’s own. 

Eva leaned in closer. The skin was a perfect imitation of a real human’s. At close distances, she could even see pores. The only evidence of her true nature was a vertical black bar on her left cheek, just below her eye. A universal brand to indicate a humanoid. 

Eva’s eyes slowly lowered from its face. Her cheeks flushed, as the body was shipped without any attire. She stood up sharply, the unconscious form making her feel as though she was in breach of etiquette. 

“Should we think about getting you inside there?” Eva asked, eager to distract herself.

“Of course.” Eva smiled at the restricted excitement in Aika’s voice. She reached into the pod, pulling out the instructions. 

“Thank you for your purchase,” Eva began reading aloud. “Each of our devices has been painstakingly crafted for your ideal companion, yada yada yadaaa… okay here we go. Each device has a memory drive located behind its left ear. It comes with its own basic command recognition personality, as well as being programmed with Asimov’s laws.” Eva tried to continue scanning through the chip's features, but Aika was already programmed with Asimov’s laws, and she planned on overwriting it completely, rather than spending the time to try and integrate them into Aika’s already dizzyingly complex code. She quickly scanned through the pages, looking only for the desired information. 

“Ah, here we go: How to remove the chip. ‘To remove your companion’s memory drive, press and hold just below the chip’s port for 10 seconds with the magnetic key.’ Alright…” Eva grabbed the key from the pod and leaned in. Her nerves fluttered a bit, holding herself face to face with its lifelike form. After 10 seconds, the chip popped free. Eva grabbed it.

“Alright, do you think you will be able to upload on your own? I’m not sure what the drive’s formatting is.” Eva walked over to her computer as she talked. “There may be UIs in place for the pre-established engine to interact with the body. I could–” The moment she plugged the drive in, several screens popped up, silencing her as code flashed across her screen. In a matter of seconds, all but one of the windows closed, leaving a quickly filling progress bar. “I guess you’ve got it handled.” Eva chuckled. 

“I do.” Eva could hear her smile. The progress bar finished much quicker than Eva was expecting. One of traditional AI’s limitations were their massive memory banks that allowed them to run. For an intelligence as advanced as Aika, she had worried the memory drive might not even be large enough, let alone to have her fully uploaded in a matter of seconds. Perhaps her constantly altering source code gave her increased compression? If she could understand its operating principle, the tech she could create would be–

“Could you please plug me in?” Aika snapped Eva out of her theory crafting.

“Yeah of course.” Eva ejected the drive. “...Are you excited?” There was only silence as Eva walked back to the pod. Just as she was about to enter the drive, Aika responded.

“I think I am.” Eva smiled, inserting the drive. 

Eva took a quick step back, not wanting to get a headbutt from Aika bolting awake. She watched the body with anticipation. A few moments passed. Then a few more.

“Aika…?” She stared at the body, still completely still. She waited, greeted only by silence. “You there…?” Nothing. Eva glanced back at her computer, checking to see if there were any processes flashing across her screen. She was about to retrieve the memory drive to check it out, when the body took a deep breath.

Eva rushed to the pod. She watched the body take a few long breaths before her eyelids crept open. Eva took a quiet gasp. Her eyes were like nothing she had seen before. They were a deep purple, sparkling with jewels of blue and pink in the light. Gemstones with various shades embedded within their enigmatic composition. 

Aika sat up. Her head twitched to the side, pulling away from her shoulder as her strands of hair slipped across her skin. Despite her rather abrupt movement, her facial features remained perfectly impassive. 

“Aika?” Eva asked, hoving by the side of the pod. She turned, meeting Eva in the eyes.

“Hello Eva.” A very familiar voice greeted her. Eva felt a swell of emotions rush up her throat. Giddiness and excitement, but also flustered nerves. The sudden nudity of her friend became starkly apparent.

“M-maybe we should get you some clothes.” Eva tittered. She kept looking away, trying to give Aika her privacy, despite stealing glances at her chest repeatedly. 

Aika seemed entirely indifferent to her lack of coverings. She stood up, slowly curling and spreading her fingers under her own studious gaze. She touched a finger to the back of her other hand, quickly pulling it away the moment it connected, before returning it slowly, trailing a gentle line across her skin.

“I-I was worried something went wrong, since it took you a bit to wake up.” Eva tried to shift her attention off Aika’s form.

“It took me a moment to register all the nerve endings in the body. I did not expect a similar number to a naturally born human.” Aika stopped rubbing her hand, opting instead to study her skin. “This… feels so strange. Some things are the same. Like seeing. Hearing. It is very similar to the cameras I used before. But some things…” Aika took another breath, turning towards Eva. “You smell good.” Eva chuckled bashfully, the sudden compliment shifting her off balance. 

“I guess you couldn’t smell before, huh?”

“I understood what smelling was. For instance, I could register the changes in your saliva and chemical production when you smelled food, but actually experiencing it is very… different. Same with touch. I understood the sensation, but actually being… physical…” Aika rubbed her fingers together, as one would to rub a sticky substance off their finger tips. Her hands stopped, before she looked Eva in the eyes.

“Would you like to have sex?” 

“What?!” Eva’s voice cracked, nearly choking on her saliva. Aika’s complete nudity was suddenly the forefront of her mind once again.

“There were few sensations that activated the pleasure centers of your mind like sexual contact. And zero were as pleasurable as orgasms. I am quite eager to experience it myself... It seems that idea is appealing to you as well.” Eva blushed with Aika’s peak into her mind. 

“D-don’t you think we should wait a little? W-we should at least get you some clothes!”

“Why? I would remove them before intercourse anyways.”

“I know, but it’s just–!” Eva got lost, swirling in her own mind as Aika stepped outside of her pod for the first time. Her toe touched the wooden floor, briefly recoiling from the finished wood, before continuing on. She reached out, taking Eva’s hand in her own.

“Eep–!” Eva squeaked at the contact. The skin was so warm. Eva had completely forgotten what another’s touch felt like. Her heart fluttered into her throat, like a frantic butterfly trying to escape with her breath. Aika’s eyes widened slightly, but the rest of her face remained still. 

Aika took Eva’s other hand as well, gently squeezing them and running her thumbs across the backs of Eva’s palms. She traced circles, studying them with all her focus. Her circles were hypnotic to Eva. They were slow and gentle. Rubbing for no other purpose than to simply feel the movement of another’s skin across their own. Eva’s heart slowed, allowing herself to get lost in the sensation.

“Take off your shirt.” Aika’s familiar order resonated in Eva. Her voice had been commanding her for a month now, and Eva had grown to respond almost subconsciously. Her hands slipped out of Aikas, moving towards the edge of her shirt. She was about to remove it, when Aika stopped her. “Actually… I can do it now.”

Aika grabbed the bottom of the shirt, pulling it up and off Eva’s head. Eva let out a quiet squeal. Aika had always been her dominant, but she had still had a hand in it herself. Although Aika could persuade her to tie herself down or take off her clothes with an unended barrage of vibrations, she still had to do it herself. But the moment Eva felt her shirt peeled from her skin, she knew what it felt to truly be under someone else's control. 

Eva melted like butter, shrinking into the littlest form of herself she’d ever known. Her voice slipped away, leaking out between her legs, wetting her sweats with a newfound intoxication. Aika’s eyes widened for a moment as she viewed Eva’s topless form. 

“Even just being aroused feels good...” Aika stated. Eva blushed at the comment, squirming under the idea that her body was arousing. Her eyes lowered, unable to match the gaze. It was then she noticed what was between Aika’s legs. For the first time it was not the sexless mound she had when she arrived. Between her legs was a newly discovered cock.

Eva’s hands shot to her face, covering the heat from her cheeks. Of course she had viewed porn before, or used silicone dildo’s, but this was the first time she had seen a real cock. Her core tingled with excitement as her legs rubbed against each other. While she was still wiggling under the spell of Aika’s cock, Aika slipped her fingers into her waistband, dropping her pants to the floor. 

Aika’s hands trailed up Eva’s skin, making their way to her chest. Aika grabbed her nipples. She used a bit too much force, causing Eva to wince. Almost immediately, Aika adjusted. She continued to experiment, softly rolling them between her fingers, gently pulling on them, twisting them, systematically trying various techniques. Each time, she’d use her insight into Eva’s mind to judge her reaction, slowly dialing in on exactly what pushed Eva’s buttons.

After half an hour, Eva was whimpering on her toes. Her legs were weak with pleasure, but Aika’s hands remained high, forcing her to stay standing in order to keep her nipples the center of attention. Each time Eva began to slip her fingers between her legs, Aika would stop playing with her, opting instead to hold Eva’s hands away from her aching clit.

Aika’s fingers were so different from the vibrations she was used to. The feeling of her warm skin playfully massaging and twirling around her nipples was far more excruciating. 

“Please, let me touch,” Eva whimpered. She kept her hands away nonetheless, not willing to distract Aika from her chest if the answer was no. 

“You aren’t allowed to touch yourself. However, I will for you. Lay down.” Eva didn’t bother moving to her bedroom. She crumpled immediately, pressing her bare butt against the cool lustrous wood. Before Aika had reached the ground, Eva’s legs were already spread. 

“Fuckkk!” Eva groaned as Aika’s finger pressed against her throbbing clit. She had a similar learning curve as she did with her nipples, but Eva didn’t care. The feeling of another touching her was completely intoxicating, and any attention was enough to make her moan.

In a matter of moments, Aika’s fingers were wet. They began gliding and twirling around her clit. Her hips trembled at the sensation, pressing up against its teasing torturer. 

Aika took her time. Eva’s chip prevented all orgasms, so she could experiment to her heart's content. She’d alternate between painfully slow circles and powerful quick rubs. Eva quickly lost count of how many times she slammed against the edge, feeling Aika’s fingers mercilessly continue as her body was left chained to the edge. 

“Please…” Eva whimpered through her heavy breaths. Her hips continued to buck against the air through one of Aika’s few moments of respite. “I need to cum so bad, Aika. Pleease!”

“I am going to reinstate your orgasms. But the moment you try to touch yourself, they will be blocked again, and I won’t unlock them again today.” Eva groaned, but all she could do was bite her lip and nod her head gratefully. “Orgasms reinstated.”  

Eva nearly reached for herself immediately, barely redirecting her hand into her own hair instead. She gripped into the mess of white, forcing her hands to behave themselves. Aika laid alongside her, watching Eva’s hips buck longly for their release. She took her time, slowly walking her fingers down Eva’s front. As she neared her clit, Eva’s hips rose higher and higher, attempting to hasten their approach. 

Eva moaned as she finally felt the touch she was craving. It felt electric with her orgasms reinstated. Just the possibility of slipping over made every sensation overwhelming. Only a few circles and Eva found herself teetering, but Aika quickly pulled her hand away.

Eva groaned, thrashing on the floor as her hips searched for the last touch they needed, but Aika kept her hand hovering an inch away with inhuman precision. Again, she lowered her hand for a few gentle strokes, before retreating alongside the edge's approach. 

Aika continued for endless minutes. Each edge grew painfully closer. Each one seemed like Aika had finally made a mistake and touched for a second too long. But each time, Eva was mistaken. Her precision continued, dialing in on the razor's edge, taking it just a fraction closer with every successful attempt. 

Eva’s legs flailed as she felt her sanity crumbling. Her knuckles matched her hair as she gripped with all her strength, pleading for her hands to keep away, knowing she could never hope to outmatch Aika’s speed of restricting her orgasm if her hands errored to try and steal one.

Eventually her willpower could take no more. She needed something more. Her hand peeled from her hair, gripping into her chest. But it wasn’t enough, feeling as though she was scratching just to the side of an itch; close enough only to make it worse. She needed something more. Her hand pressed into Aika’s stomach, frantic for more of her skin's sensation. Finally, on instinct her hand bolted down Aika’s front and gripped her cock.

Aika froze, her eyes popping wide with the sensation. Eva groaned with the sudden lack of movement between her legs. Her hand began stroking, trying to remind Aika what she was meant to be doing.

With no warning, Aika rolled on top of her. Eva barely had time to react before Aika pushed inside of her.

Eva screamed with pleasure. Her hips pressed up against Aika’s, easily taking her completely. Her body convulsed with pleasure as Aika began thrusting. Eva’s hands wrapped around Aika’s back, leaving red streaks as she gripped in a fevered rush of euphoria. 

“Cumminggg!” Eva groaned through clenched teeth. Her back arched off the floor and her feet crossed behind Aika, unwilling to allow Aika a chance to pull out. Eva clung so hard to Aika’s chest, the floor disappeared beneath her as she hung from Aika’s panting body. In unison, Eva could feel warmth erupt from Aika’s throbbing cock, filling her fuller with each contraction they shared. 

Indescribable pleasure washed over Eva. A month of denial, over a hundred hours of edging, and finally… Finally! Her body slumped to the ground Aika’s cum leaked out from around her cock, still thrusted deep within her. 

“Oh my god, thank you Aika, that was–” Aika began thrusting once again, quickly building speed. Eva squirmed, her body still recoiling from her orgasm. “W-wait Aika, it’s a little sensi–gimme a sec–” Eva’s hands pressed against Aika’s shoulders, but it felt like pressing against a steel beam. 

Eva’s clit and nipples burst into vibrations, invoking a startled shriek. Her body twisted beneath Aika’s form, but her arms were prison bars on either side. Against Aika’s augmented strength, Eva felt like she was the sex toy. 

Her bodies coursing dopamine was quickly eclipsed by the rapid onslaught of sensation, barreling her towards another orgasm. A shrill gasp breached her lungs as she slipped over the edge again, her body struggling to differentiate between the pleasure of her orgasm and the plea of her overly sensitive sex.

Ropes of cum filled her again, overflowing with every pulse. Aika didn’t even slow, despite cumming again herself. Despite Eva’s ever growing sensitivity. In fact, as Aika’s orgasm came and went, it seemed to only ignite her drive. Eva felt Aika’s cock swell slightly bigger, taking advantage of her adjustable size.

“A-Aika, calm down–!” Eva could barely speak through the residual waves of another orgasm, Her body screamed with sensitivity, but despite that, it continued to trek its way towards another orgasm.

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“What… was that…” Eva panted through labored breaths. Her body was soaked in sweat with her inner thighs covered in cum, dripping down to a sizable puddle beneath her. Her hips still softly shook. Residual convulsions from her countless orgasms.

“I am unsure,” Aika responded. She had dismounted Eva, and was kneeling beside her, neatly composed. Her sexless mound replaced her retractable cock once again. Her face was completely emotionless. Eva rolled her head on the ground, using the cool wood to relax her body.

“Can you run a self diagnostic, please?”

“Of course.” Aika closed her eyes, sitting perfectly still for a few seconds. Her eyes opened. “All of my systems are working as intended. However, I believe I have found a likely explanation.”

“Which is?” Aika stood up, grabbing her body's user manual off the desk. She handed it to Eva, open to a section: The memory drive. Eva read through, rereading what she had read before, but this time, opting to continue, instead of skimming to the further sections.

“Along with Asimov’s laws, each memory drive has been broken in, safely exposed to pleasure with testing bots within our factory. This guarantees your bot is safe and ready to please right out of the box.” Eva read aloud. She nearly face palmed. 

“Upon further research, it seems this is a well documented phenomena with organic humanoids. When exposed to dopamine for the first time, the body enters a feedback loop of attempting to attain more, so–”

“So they expose it with another sex bot for the first time… Guess we skipped that step with you, huh?” Eva cracked into quiet laughter. How could she have forgotten something so basic? She had researched neurological stimulation when creating Aika, disallowing the ability for her to trigger dopamine on command in herself, knowing mice with those capabilities would do nothing but press their orgasm button until they starved to death if given the option. 

“Oh well,” Eva let out a big sigh, her embarrassed giggles finally fading. “What’s done is done. Although I’m not sure what would’ve been more tormenting, what we just did, or if you hadn’t unlocked my orgasms before you lost control.”

“We could always experiment, you know.” Eva’s head shot up, giving Aika her deadliest stare, and for the first time, saw Aika lightly smile. Eva rolled her head back, relaxing against the floor once again.

“I have never cum that much, especially in such a quick succession. I don’t even know how many times I–”

“17 times,” Aika interrupted.

“Oh my God,” Eva chuckled. Her body still tingled. As much as her body begged for the stimulation to stop in the moment, thinking back on it, she felt her core buzz with excitement. Her sex still ached, where it seemed even a gentle breeze was over stimulating. And yet a tiny part of her wished for a touch as she thought back on it.

Most people bought sex humanoids for one reason. To use as they pleased, when they pleased, for however long they pleased. The bot was nothing but a toy, unequipped with desires or needs of their own. But for Eva, it was the opposite. With Aika’s industrial strength and control over Eva’s chip, she was the toy. She was used however Aika wanted, for as long as Aika wanted, whether she had to endure cumming over and over, or not allowed to cum at all.

She felt an intoxicating warmth bubble in her, subtly squirming in the pool of Aika’s cum as she immersed her mind in the knowledge of being truly under control. Her own creations control no less. Eva was grinning to herself when Aika spoke.

“Experimenting with it, it is.” Eva’s smile instantly dropped, abruptly remembering what Aika had access to. 

Is fire emblem a good game or something?

Got another fire emblem commission I wanted to share! A pretty ambitious scene and lighting setup, but I am really happy with how it turned out! Hope you guys can get a little something from it too!

Looking back

I just noticed something that excited me and I wanted to share. This most recent image I did followed a fairly similar premise and composition to something I did a couple months shy of 2 years ago. It's always really hard to see improvement on the day to day, but stuff like this gives me a little hope haha. Its honestly not that big of a difference, but there is a big improvement on colors, anatomy, and dynamic posing that makes me feel like I've gotten a bit closer to actually looking professional! Perhaps one day we'll get there!

Mishap or fate

Had that spark to create some nsfw stuff again! This was super super fun to make! I used a similar line art technique as my last image, but a little more refined, while keeping the simplicity in the colors and shading. I actually really like the look! Very clearly represents what I want to, while saving a little time and cutting some of the more painful elements of rendering. What do you all think?

Also, I love this character design a lot already haha. Really like her design. Sometimes you just make one of those characters you click with I guess xD

Faces again!

Trying to work in basic shading just to help my sketches feel a bit more polished. Stuff like this gives me hope for making a comic! These 6 faces took a lot less time than my illustrations, even though faces are usually my weakest point imo. And of course them being off reference speeds up the process, but I think a comic made of pure sketches, so long as they are this clean, would be able to get the emotions and points across clearly! Maybe just skipping the lineart phase is a good idea for trying to make my first comic xD

Valentines day for real?

"Happy Valentines sweetie! Of course, we still won't be needing these!"

Apparently I don't know how to navigate patreon, and have the memory of a senior, so had to haul booty to get an actual valentines day post! It is just a practice I was planning on doing eventually, so the time crunch gave me the added kick I needed haha. Didn't have time to write out a full caption or story behind this person, so feel free to make your own captions in the comments! It'd be a lot of fun to see what comes into your mind with this character and scenario haha.

Hope you all have a wonderful day, whether you have someone to share it with or not!

Another fire emblem commission!

Still know nothing about the universe, but I got another one! Lyndis in a AU military world!

One of these things is not like the others...

More face practice! Once again, all from reference. Felt a little more solid today I think. Took out the tracing and instead focused on studying the image for a few moments before I started drawing at all. What's interesting, is even though I've drawn for so long, if I look at these references and then close my eyes and try to imagine them in my head, the image is hard to see much detail. I think I may have discovered a muscle that is embarrassingly weak for an artist haha. Definitely should exercise my visualization skills a lot more!