(Please don't judge me if I get something wrong here, as I've only played poker a couple times in the past and had to research general professional play rules.)
Jenny Shufflebottom grinned on the inside. On the outside she remained cool and composed with a straight face – a must for professional poker players. She didn’t need to hide her face behind a pair of sunglasses or un...
2024-12-18 03:58:47 +0000 UTC View PostNot gonna lie, I'm getting over this story a bit and I have so much on my backlog for 2024, so I just rushed through this. I will pick it up later in the distant future but for now it will be a "to be continued" thing.
Things did not get better, as expected.
Grace popped three Tums in her m...
2024-12-13 22:01:26 +0000 UTC View PostGrace woke up unsure of where she was for a good minute and a half. The hangover kicked in real hard. She turned over in bed and remembered everything once she saw Mr. Perry there sleeping. Dawn hadn’t yet broken through the curtains.
Unlike most people who enjoyed realizing they had a couple more hours of sleep, Gr...
2024-12-13 21:48:39 +0000 UTC View PostSometimes it was amazing what her stomach could do even when running on empty. Grace let loose some of the loudest, bellowing farts in the stall. Several people definitely heard her as they went in and out. Her nerves only shot up more when she wondered if people outside the bathroom heard her. This made her fart even more. It was a vicious cycle that couldn’t stop until she finally relaxed.<...
2024-12-13 21:46:40 +0000 UTC View PostGrace sat in the lobby by the café reading after her shifted ended. She was absorbed into reading Northanger Abbey, the last on her list of Jane Austen books to read. She heard a familiar group of laughter and glanced up to spot Mr. Perry and his business associates. They were coming from the bar and most of the older men appeared drunk with flushed cheeks. Grace slid further down in ...
2024-12-12 05:46:03 +0000 UTC View PostHey all.
Not gonna lie, I've been having a rough time lately. Finding it difficult to carry on. But I'm going to finish everything on my backlog from this patreon here on out. For November and December there will be a couple small original stories, no polls. So, just gotta chug along!
-Mack
“Good morning Ms. Andrews, can we talk for a moment?”
Ah, ffffuuuuck.
Grace looked up from her computer with a fake smile. Mr. Muglia stood there with his usual grim look. She didn’t think the man was ever capable of smiling, even a smirk, or a half-grin. He was somewhere in his 70’s but still looked spry with a full lawn of gray hair, chiseled face, and always dres...
2024-10-17 16:47:29 +0000 UTC View PostGrace Andrews bit her lip staring up at the wall clock directly across from her, above the glass double-doors.
I can make it. I can make it. I can make it. Only twenty minutes. That’s four sets of five minutes. I can handle four sets of five minutes.
...
2024-10-16 00:39:24 +0000 UTC View PostMorning came.
Alear’s head pounded. She was also dreadfully parched. She blinked several times and thought about calling for Vander, when she realized where she was.
She couldn’t actually remember buying the room at the inn. She found he...
2024-09-02 19:11:25 +0000 UTC View PostAfter a well-rested food coma, Alear was ready to jump back into the festival. The buzz from the ale had also dissipated. Sunset had just passed. Only very faint rays of light were still visible on the horizon. Florra Port had began lighting the streets with lanterns.
Chloé too had passed out, snoring loudly and appearing terribly unladylike with the empty skewers and beer mug around her...
2024-09-02 18:24:58 +0000 UTC View PostIt was late in the afternoon and Alear kept lagging behind Chloé because the bloated gut that was now her stomach started to weigh her down. Her head swirled a little too from two mugs of ale they had drank about an hour ago. Amazingly, Alear didn’t feel nauseous like she wanted to throw up. The food they had eaten, hour-after-hour, thankfully didn’t react violently in the sense of making ...
2024-08-31 15:01:26 +0000 UTC View PostAlear woke to the soothing sound of Chloé’s voice. Despite reminding her soldiers not to rudely awaken her, Alear frankly didn’t mind Chloé waking her up. She knew how to properly stir someone from their sleep, and it most likely stemmed from the fact that she was a noblewoman.
&nbs...
2024-08-30 04:21:45 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 8
In a way, Kayla felt as high as Stephanie. The entire time she cooked the red beans, and then later stuffed them in Stephanie’s mouth with the ladle, was an out-of-body experience. She was absolutely enthralled with sexual tension and joy. She had wanted to do this for her entire fucking frustrating little...
2024-08-19 05:13:34 +0000 UTC View Post(quick note, I realized the commission had asked for red beans, not black beans. so everything should be "red beans" lol)
Kayla got nervous when she entered the same hotel again. The same front desk clerk was there. He glanced up at her but then continued helping his customer. Apprehension gripped her as she wondered if any of the employees knew what Stephanie and her had done behind tha...
Kayla sat in the bathroom for a good thirty minutes, still mortified by the fact that the entire video had been a livestream. People out there, complete strangers, watched her get stuffed like a pig and burp and fart like a hideous slob.
She closed her eyes fighting back tears. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is the worst....
2024-08-19 04:54:19 +0000 UTC View PostThree hours must have passed, judging by the fact that the sun had just set. Despite dozing off into a short nap, Kayla had fallen into such a deep sleep that she had a brief anxious dream about being late for class. She had actually woken up thinking it was the next day and that she was fucked, but thankfully that was not the case.
&n...
2024-08-04 06:33:22 +0000 UTC View PostKayla struggled. The sudden fear that coursed through her was enough to bring her back to sobriety.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted some rando online. Oh god.
Stephanie had forced another mouthful of...
2024-08-02 05:49:21 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's Note: I changed something last minute from the previous chapter - Stephanie DID NOT mention anything about tying Kayla up for the feeding session. All Kayla knows is that Stephanie will cook for her and feed her and give her beer to chug.
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I lowered the top two tiers.
It is now only $3 to be in the pool for monthly commissions, and $5 for the topmost tier with the added promise of being mentioned in the acknowledgements of when I self-publish the novel The Finger Curse.
This was a recent decision as I was realizing that I could shift to commission work a lot more nowadays since at this point I'm having The Finger Cu...
2024-06-28 00:49:07 +0000 UTC View PostScarletFox had agreed to meet her at a Starbucks on the corner of a strip mall. The strip mall looked normal enough. Kayla had been worried that the meetup would be in a bad part of town. As she neared her destination, she became more at ease to realize how normal everything looked. A Starbucks, a Chinese restaurant, a Shop Rite, a barber shop – all your usual American faire in any smal...
2024-06-26 05:22:13 +0000 UTC View PostKayla Cornell was thoroughly frustrated.
Her roommate Mary Keller took two fucking hours to get ready and finally leave. Kayla had hoped she would have had a moment in the morning to masturbate to some great new fart porn she found. Instead, Mary took too long and Kayla had to go to class.
&nbs...
2024-06-25 05:15:23 +0000 UTC View PostThis is the last chapter of the commission but it is by NO MEANS the last chapter of the story. Burpstorm will return!
The moment they heard concerned voices entering the theater, Martha pulled Richard to his feet and shoved him towards where the emergency exit should be. Since it was pitch-black, he bumped his face against the wall with a loud shout. She apologized and helped hi...
2024-06-23 18:24:41 +0000 UTC View PostElated, Richard Benton couldn’t stop grinning as they walked to the movie theater.
I almost heard Burpstorm burp! Oh my God oh my god ohmygodohmygod!
He replayed the scene with that sound in his head over and over that when he hel...
2024-06-23 18:22:09 +0000 UTC View PostMartha plopped on her bed with her work clothes on the moment she got home.
Well, that was different.
She couldn’t figure out if the interaction she had with that guy was weird or not. She wondered over and over for an hour if he knew who she was, and if so, how did he find her? What a wild coincidence that the first person she ever rescued somehow found his way into her ...
2024-06-23 05:11:47 +0000 UTC View PostAfter tonight, I will choose a commission for June! Remember this is for Horny Readers and above!
2024-05-31 20:42:04 +0000 UTC View PostHi!
Big announcement:
I decided on another story to be my online publishing debut. And I already finished the latest draft and will have it looked over. I am also working with a notable artist in the fetish community to draw the official artwork for it.
The Guidance Counselor is on hiatus for the time being. To be honest, I ended up not being satisfied with th...
2024-05-19 22:16:32 +0000 UTC View PostRichard Benton knew that the Gastacular Burpstorm was Martha, the girl who worked Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at The Old Time Tavern.
Richard was 99% sure of it. So sure, that he was willing to test it.
Tonight was the night – he would approach the Gastacular Burpstorm in person.
Once upon a time, Richard was in the mall shopping for Mother’s Day. There was nothing pa...
2024-05-01 03:24:08 +0000 UTC View PostHey you horny bastards!
Aight, I'm gonna be real with you here: I've had misgivings about how the Guidance Counselor has been written for a majority of Part 1.
Long story short: I thought of something better.
I'm revising it hella fast and hope to repost stuff next week!
~Mack
By the time we arrived at the dorm, Charlie was slipping into sleepiness and did not want to get off from the floor. Henry tried slapping him, which brought him back awake but still mumbled about not wanting to move. It was quite the feat but we were able to get Charlie on his bed by lifting him up from his torso and legs. This required the help of my next-door neighbors Jill and Vincent. We ma...
2024-03-23 00:18:42 +0000 UTC View PostI had a problem.
A very, very, very awkward problem.
I was strangely attracted to my roommate’s farts.
I hit the ground running my first year at the Dorothy College for the Art...
2024-03-23 00:10:54 +0000 UTC View Post