My Descent Into Degenerate Hedonism Is Cumplete

 

With the posting of my 5th #AiLovesToOrgasm I'm realizing there is a story here. For nearly the last year I've been pinballing from problems, crisis, emotional highs and the very depths of my emotional lows. For the first time in over a decade I was close enough to suicide I had to drop everything and take a breath before I lost everything. I bawled naked in a shower while my Spouse held me for hours and I just completely flipped my brain off.

I would say this has been a long time coming. I'm not emotionally stable on the best of days and the last year has been a roller coaster I was not prepared for. Thinking on it in a realistic timeline, I lost my job, wrote a book, got a new job in a completely different sector, published the book, had to deal with the pandumbic, got censored, took on too much to market my book back from the brink, got sucked into multiple addictive social media outlets, had my meds adjusted twice - the second time much harder and the straw on the camel's back to my emotions - had an emergency session with my therapist and got my meds adjusted AGAIN, all while trying to live up to a fandom that has been beautiful and giving and I don't want to disappoint anyone. This while getting 90% of the way to finishing Book 2, working enough overtime to get a new car and start looking to buy a new house...

I'm honestly surprised I'm still alive.

So, promises of finishing broken, Book 2 is on hold. I'll get to it when I get to it. In the mean time, surprisingly, my stupid orgasms-for-reviews idea kinda took off and I'm looking at 6 new reviews in one week! Each time I responded, I kept getting more daring and I've edged away from any vanilla O as I try to test the limits of my body and see what new and weird thing I can do for your amusement. When Felicia Skye ( @EroticMorsel ) asked for a short bit of something for her blog, I gave her a collection of posts from social medias and now there's a weird short erotic story on her blog ( https://eroticskye.blogspot.com/2020/11/grab-bag-friday-ai-love-incentive.html ).

I like it. It is disjointed and lacks flow, but the format feels raw and real. So I want to take everything from my social media, blog and some interviews I've done and just cram it all into a book. It will be the strangest erotica novella I've ever seen, but it will be all of me. However, while I'll work on some preliminary stuff and get a cover commissioned, I'll not want to publish it until Book 2 is done. That way it can be about the creation of Book 2 and kinda tie everything together in a neat bundle.

What do you think? It isn't like the stuff on there isn't available for people to read already. All I'd be doing is organizing it and then charging people for the privilege of reading about me. It will be weirdly autobiographical but also feels so self-indulgent. Comment on what you think I should do.

Although plenty of reviewers got called out on social media, here it is again: Leonard Bowman, Scott A Vieira Jr, Peter Anderson, R Lee and all you other silent reviewers, THANK YOU!! You are all the reasons I am still alive today (part of the reasons) because when I was hating myself and unable to cope, I actually went to my Amazon page and read some of your reviews. In a tiny bitty way, you helped me realize I matter!

Now that the emotional stuff is out of the way, wipe your tears so you can feast your eyes on my latest commission from Morgan Wright ( https://www.morganwrightbooks.com/ ):

ANIMATED COVER!!

It is sooooo cool looking, and she actually managed to make Diane's boobs bigger so mega-good job there. If you author, make sure to get her services because they are top notch!

Lastly, for those of you who have stuck around and bother to read my blog, I have a special treat. I've put up a lot of preview chapters from Book 2 on here before (seriously, there's probably 10% of the book previewed in previous blog posts) but I have always been very careful to avoid one fetish that is KEY to the story and is central to ALL the wives. It will be short, but this is the actual first part of the first chapter followed by the first part of chapter 2 here and although it doesn't have a lot, I think the implications will give you all a good idea where Book 2 will be heading.

And yes, I do go all the way with this fetish.

((NOTE: this is an unedited preview of Book 2 and as such is subject to change in publication))

“This does not appear to be normal.”

“Ya think, Velma? Wanna add a jinkies for good measure?”

Diane, in shock more than anything, wearing only a matching pair of red panties and bra, was holding onto her stomach as if she didn’t know what to do.

Holding her pregnant stomach.

Very pregnant.

Like, nine-months-with-triplets pregnant.

Both Honoka Jefferson and her first wife, Diane, were in Honoka’s bed - wide awake now - on an early Friday morning, August 29th. The covers had been thrown to the floor in a panic. Honoka was in an oversized brown shirt with a faded spaceship on the front and the caption Browncoats Do It In The Verse. A month ago the shirt was more oversized than now but the twenty-six year old mixed African and Japanese American woman was having something of a late growth spurt. As was common since the Change, the black skinned hermaphrodite sported a painful, throbbing, oozing with precum, sixteen inch long and thirteen inch circumference, veiny, uncircumcised, tilting upward and slightly curved penis shaft growing out where the clitoris would be on a normal woman, above a damp, engorged-with-lust yet otherwise normal vagina. Typically, the Beast (Honoka’s pet name for her black man-sausage) would be invading her thoughts with mounting need (or a need to do some mounting) but right now Honoka had other problems. Pregnant problems.

“Did you, I don’t know, accidentally eat something?” Honoka asked, flustered to the point of asking stupid questions.

“Does this look like a food baby?!” Diane shifted around, trying to move into a more comfortable sitting position, failed, and growled in frustration. Shooting her bright green eyes up at her wife, Honoka got a full-powered hormonal glare. “A little help?”
Honoka started, blinked, then leaned over to help the irritable redhead succubus into a more comfortable position. Or tried. Honoka was five foot four inches, four inches taller than a month ago, but she still looked like a recovering anorexic; without some Status help, moving a five foot eleven pregnant woman was exhausting. The emerald green wings and tail only made it more difficult. The fact the mattress was a little broken from a surprise event last Monday morning made it even more difficult.

“I’m no expert,” Honoka said, flopping back onto her side of the bed, giving Diane’s stomach a more critical examination, “but isn’t there supposed to be something a bit more...gradual in the process?”

On Sunday of this week, an orgy in the basement gym of their large Indian styled home occurred. Hundreds of feet beneath what used to be Harvard and twenty-four days after the five year anniversary of the aptly named Change - bringing to earth fantastical Races and Classes and blue-colored Status menus - a group of eight married women performed their wifely duties following a fun movie night. The main event was Honoka copulating with Diane for the first unprotected time with the express intention to have a child. It was possibly the happiest moment of both their lives, made better with mind blowing orgasms, magical growth of all sorts and enough milk and cum to fill a large water tower.

Sunday. Five days ago.

“It’s not like I’ve been secretly pregnant for the last nine months,” Diane replied, her frustration starting to subside and replaced with worry. “We’ve seen each other every single day since we met. We went to bed four hours ago: both you know and I know I was as flat as a washboard last night.” Holding out her hands, she looked down at herself as if this was some kind of prank. “Unless you have a better theory, I’m calling Status shenanigans.”

Both of them grew silent, giving the Beast side-eyed glares as if it was all his fault. It was, but blaming the penis seemed adolescent.

“Next step is obvious.” Honoka gave the succubus a quick kiss, rolled off the bed, picking up her phone and walking towards the door. “Either a healthy baby or magical mega cancer is in there: both mean you are going to a hospital.”

“Mega cancer?!” Diane squeaked, the idea this might be something other than a baby never occurring to her.

Honoka winced, giving an apologetic glance back toward the bed. “Sorry, guess the joke wasn’t funny.” Checking her phone, the black futa peeked out the door to see if there were any underaged children waiting outside. “It’s five thirty right now. Be ready to leave at six. I’m going to wake up everyone, get some cereal, get a quick handjob, then we are heading to a hospital even if we need Banda to carry you there. Loves.”
Diane blew a kiss and Honoka walked out, both furiously texting. However, even if Honoka was trying to sound unworried, this new development had her terrified inside.

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“You’re pregnant.”

Honoka tried really hard not to roll her eyes. “We gathered that. Could you tell us how far along she is?”

This time the doctor looked like he was trying really hard not to roll his eyes. Glancing at Diane sitting on the table, strapped in a pair of stirrups and displaying her sopping pussy in a clinic manner, her tummy too large for the one size fits most hospital gown, then looking back at Honoka. “I can’t be sure without running some more tests, but I’m fairly confident she’s at least thirty-eight weeks and is more likely into week forty. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was dilated right now.”

Being honest with herself, Honoka didn’t understand what Doctor Doyle was telling them. She knew the basics of baby making but there were a few terms in there that flew over her head. Honoka had planned on there being more time to research everything. She could, however, understand the sarcasm weighing the doctor’s words.

Narrowing her eyes, she had to suppress her instincts to bite back and held her breath, letting it go after a moment. “Thank you, doctor. Before we have the ultrasound, could you give us a few minutes to discuss things?”

“Of course.” Doctor Doyle gave them some odd looks while leaving the small room, but he’d been giving them odd looks for the last hour so it was par for the course at this point. Which left Diane on the bed/table, Honoka pursing her lips and holding Diane’s hand.

It was almost noon and the entire morning had been a whirlwind of activity. Banda needed milking so Pad took up the task while Dolly and Quinn had to finish a delving assignment with an assist from Aruna for a large batch of Transmutation Crystals Becoming Monsters has ticketed for the end of the day. Eve decided she wanted to pick up Miaka from the airport so Eve got allocated to human (allowing her feet to reach the pedals) and Padmava got to experience what it was like to be a goblinaga. Which left Honoka to manage the hospital visit. Not difficult, because while Diane wasn’t moving much under her own power today, a few points in Strength got Diane princess carried to the large Harvardtown Hospital in the Shiny District.

“’K, before he gets back, now that we know I don’t have some kind of disease we might want to get out of here,” Diane announced, sitting up and looking ready to leave.

“We don’t know you aren’t sick, not completely. What about the ultrasound?” Honoka asked, her ears twitching as she imagined eavesdroppers all around.

“Can we risk it? Dr. Suspicious has already put me through the ringer with questions I couldn’t answer honestly, though Racism was working in our favor for once because succubi have unexpected kids all the time.” Diane was on her feet now, wobbling a little as she held onto Honoka for support. “We devil whores are notorious for evading questions like who’s the father? and why didn’t you see a doctor sooner?”

“I appreciate you wanting to keep my secrets, but is it worth it?” Honoka asked, having not moved and speaking so softly Diane could hardly hear her. “What if my Race did something to you, or to our child? What if…”

“Three moves ahead,” Diane assured Honoka, tapping away at her phone. “Your mother got hold of your Uncle Akisame. He’ll be arriving from Gainesville tonight and he’s already sent in the request forms for Service Privileges at this hospital. Uzume also said because everyone is coming up to Boston anyway, he’s bringing his entire family.”

Honoka breathed in to grumble further, but she let it out in a yelp as the door suddenly flew open and Eve burst in like a Michael Richards impression.

“Maternity Taxi, at your service,” Eve said with a bad New York accent, her face turned in a cheesy grin. “You preg ‘em, we leg ‘em.”

Eve got a double dead pan, which she graciously accepted as her rightful due. Eve was still human, placing her at six feet three inches and looking like an ebony athlete decided to dress like a professional rave bunny. Although usually wearing fishnet like strippers wore glitter, today she wore a tight white body stocking that was more transparent than a time traveling Scotsman’s aluminum. To keep within the bounds of modesty (or within the legal limit of indecent exposure), her waist was covered in a black latex micro skirt and her prominent Ds had thick Xs of electrical tape over the nipples. A bright red thong looped over the top of the mini and two matching flats finished the ensemble. Her hair, usually a kinky mess whenever she humaned, was in a bunch of tight dredds and tipped in gold colored rings on the end, her hair clinking in the middle of her back whenever she moved. Her thick lips under her broad and flat nose was shaded the same red as the thong and her eyes were brushed in the same gold as the ringlets in her hair.
It was a smoking outfit and if Honoka wasn’t so worried about Diane, the futa-girl might have shoved a chair under the door and went for a threesome. That didn’t stop her dick from bonering a bit inside her jock strap under her crimson skirt. However, Honoka had other concerns. After stuffing all her anxieties into a tiny ball, Honoka sighed and stood.

“Why are you here?” Honoka asked, moving to give Eve a resigned hug and a lingering kiss, likely getting lipstick all over her face. “Not that I don’t love the outfit, but we still have an ultrasound and…”

“Your uncle is bringing special equipment, no worries,” Eve replied, striding over to Diane and looking her up and down. “Hmm, gonna need at least ten Strength. Pass the six from Pad and another six from Diane to me, should be plenty to get this girl back home.”

Honoka stifled a growl, realizing something was going on but not knowing what. Glaring at the two women, Diane had the decency to duck her head in guilt but Eve just spun her hand to get on with it. Pursing her lips, Honoka pulled up her Status and allocated the Strength and some Endurance. “Until we know more, Diane’s off the allocation table, but Banda is done milking and can spare the points.”

Maybe Honoka shouldn’t allocate angry, because Eve got her muscles grown into her within a fraction of a second. The force alone of gaining muscle mass at such a velocity flung the tall black woman first into the wall and then onto the floor. Normally a masochist, without her goblin pain/pleasure receptors, Eve stayed on the ground for a full minute groaning (not in a sexy way).

“That wasn’t nice,” Diane chided, causing Honoka to flush and fiddle with her Status to move the goblin Racial Feature Painz Gone! back to Eve, instantly turning the groans into moans.

“I wonder if there’s a way to do that again, but with some chains,” Eve said, licking her lips as she stood back up. The body stocking had fit her tightly before, but going from a fitness model to Jen Walters burst seams all over and now looked more like destroyed pantyhose. Her hips didn’t widen so much, her glutes had exploded to shove the micro up onto her waist and completely expose the red thong. Her breasts didn’t grow any bigger but they got thrust forward as pectorals major and minor rippled underneath. Popping her left bicep in a sharp curl, the black and veiny softball swelled into a hard melon, tearing completely through the stocking, Eve grinning at her strength.

Honoka was having trouble keeping her own clothing from tearing over a swelling of another kind, gulping and wiping some sweat off her forehead.

“Well, time to get you home,” Eve said suddenly, scooping Diane into an easy carry and briskly walking out the door. She only stopped for a moment to grab Honoka’s pink bag stuffed with Diane’s clothing and loop it over one shoulder.

“Wait!” Honoka cried, worried about Diane but more worried about some kind of plot between the wives against her. “What is going on here?”

“Don’t worry about anything,” Diane said over Eve’s toned and rounded shoulder as the ebony woman strode down the hospital hallway, dodging around doctors and nurses and people in gurneys and wheelchairs. The succubus gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. “You just have fun.”

“Wha—?”

It happened too quickly for Honoka to react. Clawed talons clasped around her shoulders and yanked her backwards. Before the surprised futa could bring up her Status and allocate, she spun around in a utility closet no larger than a bathroom stall and witnessed Miaka locking the door behind her.

“Miaka? I...” Honoka trailed off, a few other things becoming clear in the dim light of the single bare bulb.

Miaka’s breathing was deep and loud, as if the former MMA fighter had gone a few rounds. Her overly large hazel eyes practically glowed with their intensity, her gaze not up on Honoka’s face but down lower. Her bright red and blue plumage was matted with sweat, giving the woman a stark appearance. She wore a long white tank with a stylized sketch of Toni Jaa on the front that hung down to her hips, which is when Honoka realized the shirt was the only stitch of clothing on the owl woman.

“Heya, Hedwig,” Honoka said slowly, raising her hands up in a placating and also defensive manner, gulping as she tried to regain control of the situation. “Happy to see you’re excited to get on with harmonizing, but why don’t we cool off a bit and get home. I mean, not a lot of room in here for anything exotic.”

“Don’t care, need to f…screw.” Miaka stalked forward a step, putting her in reach of her long feathered arms.

“I can see that,” Honoka mumbled, her own resistances wearing down, her eyes locked on the neon blue skin of Miaka’s clit and labia underneath the soft red down of her mons. Those bits of blue looked swollen, moist and oozed with femine need. The futa girl backed up as much as she could, her back jostling the shelves of TP and other bathroom supplies behind her. “Still not the best place for a first time.”
Miaka didn’t answer, instead taking another step and pushing her body up against Honoka’s, the hard muscles of the kikiyaon’s erotic body pressing Honoka against the shelving and eliciting a squeek out of the smaller chocolate Ymirian. The owl brought her arms up sharply, grabbing the shelves on either side of Honoka’s head while moving her taloned feet under the shelves, essentially locking Honoka into place. All Honoka could see was red feathers and could feel the rapid heartbeat of the Japanese owl beating hot blood throughout. With Honoka’s recent growth they were almost the same height, Miaka leaning in for the last inch to plant her beak inside Honoka’s mouth and lick the other woman’s teeth with her long, thin blue tongue.

“Mmmm!” Honoka tried to say, tasting the rancid flavor of Diane’s C&A potions as Honoka tried to pull her head away and Miaka leaned farther in. But then heat rose inside Honoka and her own tongue got involved and her body slowly untensed.

Breaking off, Miaka reached down with her hands to undo Honoka’s skirt, keeping her body pressed close and even grinding a little. Miaka was working blind and after a few frustrated seconds, she reached a talon around the band and sliced it down a few inches, using her other hand to roughly shove the fabric down Honoka’s bare legs. Exposed to the air now, Honoka’s XXXL custom jockstrap was straining to hold her meat in place and her inner thighs were starting to soak from her own womanly juices. Another claw more gently moved the support out of the way to spring the chocolate cock into the air, premen already dribbling down the shaft.

“You are now going to stick that in me and pound me until we both can’t see straight,” Miaka stated with husky force, crawling up the shelves with her arms and legs to suspend her pussy just above the tip. Those shelves must have been heavy duty to support her weight, but Honoka didn’t care at the moment as the owl woman rubbed her blue lower lips across Honoka’s turgid meatus, pushing the tip in far enough to bring dark foreskin downward. “If you don’t want anyone finding us, you better do it quickly and quietly.”

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And there you go, now y'all can get on reddit and make wild theories about my next book and start flame wars over what this all MEANS!

...please do that then send me links, I'll totally join in!

Not sure when my next "regular" blog post will be, but stay tuned for the next #AiLovesToOrgasm here.

Keep harmonizing!

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