Medicine Show
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Sorry to give everybody another false alarm, but I really thought that I should explain, at least, my situation.
Don't read the next bit in blue if you don't want a bit of a downer.
Around the first of this year, my father was diagnosed with what will be, ultimately, terminal liver cancer. For various reasons, he was not a candidate for surgery, nor for a liver transplant. He has had radiation to shrink the tumor, and extended chemotherapy to inhibit the growth of the tumor.
Obviously, caring for an elderly parent has taken up a lot of my time and energy. Less obviously, it also sapped my creativity and my imagination. It's been very hard to dwell in a fictional place when my real situation is fairly grim.
Longbow has known about that for quite some time (and has been quiet about it at my request). I didn't want to spoil a fun, recreational story for people with real-world issues.
Because of my inability to commit to anything resembling regular posting, Longbow approached GTOK about continuing the story (as is his right, as the creator). I had some additional Chris/Jen/Persephone/Kimber/Tasha/ stuff sketched out, but GTOK went in a completely different direction than I had mapped out (again, totally within his rights, as I hadn't been communicative for months). GTOK and Longbow are all right with me picking back up the Chris and company storyline, but GTOK has a massive crossover/continuity/Crisis on Infinite Earths thing worked out, and I can't really do anything with the storyline until that is posted.
This is difficult for me, as I liked the stuff that I had already worked out for Chris, and it turns out that I need a little escapism as much as the next person. However, I can't 'retcon' GTOK's last story post, and I can't pick up and advance a storyline on anything until he's finished carefully moving the pieces around on the board. After all, I abandoned the storyline for so long that Longbow asked him to pick it up.
This isn't in any way a criticism of Longbow, or of GTOK. I just don't want people to think that I lost interest in this story (well, I did, for a while) or that I don't care what the fans think (I do).
Don't read the next bit in blue if you don't want a bit of a downer.
Around the first of this year, my father was diagnosed with what will be, ultimately, terminal liver cancer. For various reasons, he was not a candidate for surgery, nor for a liver transplant. He has had radiation to shrink the tumor, and extended chemotherapy to inhibit the growth of the tumor.
Obviously, caring for an elderly parent has taken up a lot of my time and energy. Less obviously, it also sapped my creativity and my imagination. It's been very hard to dwell in a fictional place when my real situation is fairly grim.
Longbow has known about that for quite some time (and has been quiet about it at my request). I didn't want to spoil a fun, recreational story for people with real-world issues.
Because of my inability to commit to anything resembling regular posting, Longbow approached GTOK about continuing the story (as is his right, as the creator). I had some additional Chris/Jen/Persephone/Kimber/Tasha/ stuff sketched out, but GTOK went in a completely different direction than I had mapped out (again, totally within his rights, as I hadn't been communicative for months). GTOK and Longbow are all right with me picking back up the Chris and company storyline, but GTOK has a massive crossover/continuity/Crisis on Infinite Earths thing worked out, and I can't really do anything with the storyline until that is posted.
This is difficult for me, as I liked the stuff that I had already worked out for Chris, and it turns out that I need a little escapism as much as the next person. However, I can't 'retcon' GTOK's last story post, and I can't pick up and advance a storyline on anything until he's finished carefully moving the pieces around on the board. After all, I abandoned the storyline for so long that Longbow asked him to pick it up.
This isn't in any way a criticism of Longbow, or of GTOK. I just don't want people to think that I lost interest in this story (well, I did, for a while) or that I don't care what the fans think (I do).
Sorry to hear fafhrd maybe you should post it in a new thread as a crossover or something for us die hard fans?
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Thoughts are with you Fafhrd, and you have hit the nail on the head there - real life takes priority, this is just a pasttime. Take it easy man.
Yeah not to sound too critical to GOTK, but I was kind of excited for Jen's expansion but it was kind of glanced over with Eva showing up. A mere "My boobs are gigantic!" and then on to Eva. So that's my one complaint. Everyone else in the story had some time spent describing their new proportions or them experiencing their sizes and what affects it had on them.
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I'm sure there are many more, explicitly detailed expansion scenes forthcoming *rubs hands with glee*
I have to admit, it's kind of interesting to be a spectator in my own world. Though I say so myself, I'm pretty proud that my characters have enough of a life of their own to be written by others. GTOK has done a phenomenal job so far, and if he and Fafhrd join forces, we may very well be looking at a new Medicine Show golden age.
From the start, I've envisioned Medicine Show as a sort of erotic soap opera, that can continue to rotate through writers as long as people are interested in hearing about the adventures of a bunch of horny college kids and their magical cream that grows whatever it touches.
While I'm here, I want to drop a plug for GrOw StOry #5 (Succubus). I've seen a few of BustArtist's illustrations and he isn't exaggerating when he describes them as "the best quality to date."
I'm finishing the final editing process now. I'll be very excited to see this story go live. I hope y'all are, too.
I have to admit, it's kind of interesting to be a spectator in my own world. Though I say so myself, I'm pretty proud that my characters have enough of a life of their own to be written by others. GTOK has done a phenomenal job so far, and if he and Fafhrd join forces, we may very well be looking at a new Medicine Show golden age.
From the start, I've envisioned Medicine Show as a sort of erotic soap opera, that can continue to rotate through writers as long as people are interested in hearing about the adventures of a bunch of horny college kids and their magical cream that grows whatever it touches.
While I'm here, I want to drop a plug for GrOw StOry #5 (Succubus). I've seen a few of BustArtist's illustrations and he isn't exaggerating when he describes them as "the best quality to date."
I'm finishing the final editing process now. I'll be very excited to see this story go live. I hope y'all are, too.
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Fafhrd: Your situation is completely understandable. It is difficult to work on such endeavors when so much demands on being put on your life, emotions, and energy. I completely understand, as I just lost my own father to a similar situation less than 2 and half years ago. (Failing liver, not a candidate for transplant, very little treatments available, just had to wait. He had cirrhosis due to a lifetime of high cholesterol and triglycerides.) You do what you have to do first before worrying about here.
Longbow9: Psst... it's grOw/stOry #15, not #5.
Longbow9: Psst... it's grOw/stOry #15, not #5.
- GTOK,
Just as Jen was reaching out to grab the doorknob, it opened and Marcell, Eva's bodyguard, stood in the doorway. He massive bulk filled the entire entrance. Jen stepped back in surprise, but quickly gathered herself and stood up straight, poking her ballooned breasts out and up. "I need to speak to Eva. I have a proposition for her and I need to discuss some things with her." Marcell looked her up and down and sneered. "And why do you think she wants to see you? You have nothing of value to offer." Jen pulled her shoulders back even further.
"That's where you're wrong buddy. I've got what she wants. I know the location of the big 'self-sucker' as she calls him and I can bring her to him. And I know that she must have some antidote of some kind that will help reduce these," she grabbed her massive chest for emphasis, "down to a more manageable size. At any rate, can you take me to her? As long as he's not harmed, I think I can reason with Eva."
The last part of Jen's tirade soundly sadly like a plea rather than a command and she hoped that the big brute didn't catch it. But she quickly found that Marcel was a lot smarter then he led on. "Hmmm interesting, but let's you and I make a deal," he said as he closed the door and sat down in the chair next to it. He pointed to the chair next to him on the other side of the small end table. "Come on over her and sit down so we can talk. As is stands, Eva already knows where your boyfriend is and has people on the way to your place now. But I can make sure that once he's here, he's properly cared for. Now, there's a lot of pieces to this pie and I need to make sure my slice is secure. So sit down and let's chat, shall we?"
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Chris was a mess. His shirt was covered with powdered sugar from the dozen doughnuts he'd just finished off and his cheeks glistened from the grease from the big box of fried chicken he devoured right before that. He looked forlornly at the empty cabinets he'd left open from foraging for more food. The grocery bags that Jen had left were now completely empty, the refrigerator was bare and there was only dust left in the cupboards - but Chris was still hungry and his inflated balls needed more sustenance. And he was horny - he needed to cum. Bad. "This is bad. I'm still hungry and I need to cum. Which one do I take care of?"
He rubbed the thick beast that bulged down past his knee and patted the sides of his enormous gonads. "If I can just get a little taste, that'll make things better, right?" But when he hooked his thumbs into his waistband to pull down his pants, the loud grumble of his stomach filled the room, the hunger pains removed all notion of of him cumming anytime soon. "I know Tasha and Kimber told me to stay here, but I gotta go find some food. Besides, I've got my phone - they can always call me on my phone."
It took considerable effort but Chris eventually was able to stand up. He waddled towards the door opened it - to find Persephone standing there. "Whoa! Uh, hey Persephone! What are you doing here?" Chris said. He looked out into the hallway to see if there was anyone else around. "How did you know I was here? Did you follow me or something?" Persephone shifted her weight from one foot to the other in obvious irritation. "You shouldn't leave your phone unlocked. It was pretty obvious to find you. And I also ran the plates on your friend's car when I ran into you coming out of the dorm. I'm pretty resourceful if you haven't noticed. Anyway, that's not why I'm here. You need to come with me. I have to show you something."
Chris' stomach growled so loud it sounded like a dog barking. "Oh, Chrissy," Persephone cooed, her attitude instantly turning from irritation to pacification. "Is my Chrissy's tummy hungry? Come on, let's go get you nice and full, okay?" she directed to his stomach as if it had a mind of his own. Chris was a bit reluctant but the subsequent growl of his stomach made it instantly clear what he needed to do.
"Okay, sure. Let's go." He closed the door behind him and locked it. He turned to go out the usual way he came in but Persephone moved him in the opposite direction. "No, let's go this way. The stairs have more landings and it's a bit easier to get down." Chris sounded genuinely surprised. "Oh? And how did you know that?" he asked. "Like I said Chris, I'm a resourceful girl. Come on, let's go get this tummy-whummy full." Just as they rounded the corner for the back stairwell, a small group of men clad in black turned the corner and positioned themselves in front of Jen's apartment door.
"That's where you're wrong buddy. I've got what she wants. I know the location of the big 'self-sucker' as she calls him and I can bring her to him. And I know that she must have some antidote of some kind that will help reduce these," she grabbed her massive chest for emphasis, "down to a more manageable size. At any rate, can you take me to her? As long as he's not harmed, I think I can reason with Eva."
The last part of Jen's tirade soundly sadly like a plea rather than a command and she hoped that the big brute didn't catch it. But she quickly found that Marcel was a lot smarter then he led on. "Hmmm interesting, but let's you and I make a deal," he said as he closed the door and sat down in the chair next to it. He pointed to the chair next to him on the other side of the small end table. "Come on over her and sit down so we can talk. As is stands, Eva already knows where your boyfriend is and has people on the way to your place now. But I can make sure that once he's here, he's properly cared for. Now, there's a lot of pieces to this pie and I need to make sure my slice is secure. So sit down and let's chat, shall we?"
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Chris was a mess. His shirt was covered with powdered sugar from the dozen doughnuts he'd just finished off and his cheeks glistened from the grease from the big box of fried chicken he devoured right before that. He looked forlornly at the empty cabinets he'd left open from foraging for more food. The grocery bags that Jen had left were now completely empty, the refrigerator was bare and there was only dust left in the cupboards - but Chris was still hungry and his inflated balls needed more sustenance. And he was horny - he needed to cum. Bad. "This is bad. I'm still hungry and I need to cum. Which one do I take care of?"
He rubbed the thick beast that bulged down past his knee and patted the sides of his enormous gonads. "If I can just get a little taste, that'll make things better, right?" But when he hooked his thumbs into his waistband to pull down his pants, the loud grumble of his stomach filled the room, the hunger pains removed all notion of of him cumming anytime soon. "I know Tasha and Kimber told me to stay here, but I gotta go find some food. Besides, I've got my phone - they can always call me on my phone."
It took considerable effort but Chris eventually was able to stand up. He waddled towards the door opened it - to find Persephone standing there. "Whoa! Uh, hey Persephone! What are you doing here?" Chris said. He looked out into the hallway to see if there was anyone else around. "How did you know I was here? Did you follow me or something?" Persephone shifted her weight from one foot to the other in obvious irritation. "You shouldn't leave your phone unlocked. It was pretty obvious to find you. And I also ran the plates on your friend's car when I ran into you coming out of the dorm. I'm pretty resourceful if you haven't noticed. Anyway, that's not why I'm here. You need to come with me. I have to show you something."
Chris' stomach growled so loud it sounded like a dog barking. "Oh, Chrissy," Persephone cooed, her attitude instantly turning from irritation to pacification. "Is my Chrissy's tummy hungry? Come on, let's go get you nice and full, okay?" she directed to his stomach as if it had a mind of his own. Chris was a bit reluctant but the subsequent growl of his stomach made it instantly clear what he needed to do.
"Okay, sure. Let's go." He closed the door behind him and locked it. He turned to go out the usual way he came in but Persephone moved him in the opposite direction. "No, let's go this way. The stairs have more landings and it's a bit easier to get down." Chris sounded genuinely surprised. "Oh? And how did you know that?" he asked. "Like I said Chris, I'm a resourceful girl. Come on, let's go get this tummy-whummy full." Just as they rounded the corner for the back stairwell, a small group of men clad in black turned the corner and positioned themselves in front of Jen's apartment door.
- GTOK,
Laying in a deep puddle of milky cum and stroking a clit that was bigger than the average penis was something Diane never thought would be a part of her day when she had woke up that morning. Neither did she think that her breasts would have blown up to the size of oversized beach balls would be in the cards either. But here she was hunched over in the middle of Mahmout's dorm room stroking her clot like she was milking a cow. Her gapping pussy was a frothy mess, her juices ran down her legs like a steady fountain. The rumble coming from Mahmout's engorged nut sack was loud enough to break her concentration. She looked over at the dark-skinned hunk and smiled. He was still half conscious, but his meaty log flared and lolled from side to side like an animal on it's back struggling to get upright. She reached over and ran her hands along the swollen length. "Oh poor baby. The guys are taking way too long and you need some relief. Let me help."
With a bit of effort, Diane was able to shuffle over to Mahmout and positioned herself alongside the anaconda snaking out from his groin. She rolled over on her side so that her breasts were stacked on top of each other like a stack of the biggest hotcakes on the planet. She smacked Mahmout on the leg to get him to wake up. "Come on big boy, you gotta help me out here. You gotta help me lift that fucking cock of yours so we can get it right in between these fat babies," she said patting her truly gigantic breast. Mahmout was still dazed but nodded in the affirmative.
It took longer than it should have but Mahmout's cock was finally nestled snuggly inside the enormous cleavage of Diane's fat tits. She rocked back and forth while furiously running her hands up along the portion of the shaft she could reach. She looked over her shoulder and saw that at least four feet of his cock still was left untouched. She scooted her body down a bit and with a couple of deft moves, wrapped her fat, meaty thighs around the portion of his cock right below the glans. With a cock that size, everything was super sensitive and the frenelum on Mahmout's cock was as sensitive as ever. As Diane churned her legs around his shaft, the sensations woke Mahmout right up. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned loudly as Diane started with the full body massage on his cock. The friction on her 7 inch clit felt mazing and she worked her legs feverishly in response to the overwhelming heat emanating from her gushing pussy. It only took 5 minutes of action before both of them erupted.
Mahmout's cock lurched and he screamed out in both pain and ecstasy. His cock looked like a fire hydrant as it sprayed thick nut juice from the fat head. Rope after rope of thick, milky cum blasted from his cock, each one larger than the rope before. Diane didn't even notice that Mahmout was cumming as she was cumming herself, the spray from her orgasm blasting out from her engorged and enormous pussy like a geyser. The hot juice sprayed everywhere as it splashed off of Mahmout's cock, the heat form it invigorating Mahmout's own ejaculation. Mahmout flailed his arms and his hand slapped against Diane's overgrown tit. He instinctively grabbed at the eighteen-inch nipple and squeezed; the sensation sent Diane reeling. "Fuck yes!" she screamed. "Pull em baby! Yesssssssss!" Mahmout had no idea what he was doing or what he was grabbing. He knew only that he needed to grab something to counteract the force of the ball draining cum he was in the middle of. He was in sensory overload and thought he was going to pass out. Diane's humped and banged her body against his cock as hard as she could. She bucked reached up over her head and pawed at the huge nuts that splayed underneath Mahmout's heavy appendage. She could feel the seminal vessels bulging and belching the monumental load up through the long urethra. She could hear the grumbling and churning even over her own screams and Mahmout's moans. After a full minute and a half, Mahmout's orgasm finally stopped, leaving him utterly and totally out of it. Diane however, still humped his cock like a frenzied dog, her pussy on fire.
Kevin and Terry walked in just as Mahmout passed out. Kevin couldn't believe what he was looking at. "Fuck man," he said stunned. "Looks like a bigger load than the last one." Terry nodded weakly. It wasn't the size of the load that had his attention, but the size of Diane's clit that had him wide eyed.
With a bit of effort, Diane was able to shuffle over to Mahmout and positioned herself alongside the anaconda snaking out from his groin. She rolled over on her side so that her breasts were stacked on top of each other like a stack of the biggest hotcakes on the planet. She smacked Mahmout on the leg to get him to wake up. "Come on big boy, you gotta help me out here. You gotta help me lift that fucking cock of yours so we can get it right in between these fat babies," she said patting her truly gigantic breast. Mahmout was still dazed but nodded in the affirmative.
It took longer than it should have but Mahmout's cock was finally nestled snuggly inside the enormous cleavage of Diane's fat tits. She rocked back and forth while furiously running her hands up along the portion of the shaft she could reach. She looked over her shoulder and saw that at least four feet of his cock still was left untouched. She scooted her body down a bit and with a couple of deft moves, wrapped her fat, meaty thighs around the portion of his cock right below the glans. With a cock that size, everything was super sensitive and the frenelum on Mahmout's cock was as sensitive as ever. As Diane churned her legs around his shaft, the sensations woke Mahmout right up. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned loudly as Diane started with the full body massage on his cock. The friction on her 7 inch clit felt mazing and she worked her legs feverishly in response to the overwhelming heat emanating from her gushing pussy. It only took 5 minutes of action before both of them erupted.
Mahmout's cock lurched and he screamed out in both pain and ecstasy. His cock looked like a fire hydrant as it sprayed thick nut juice from the fat head. Rope after rope of thick, milky cum blasted from his cock, each one larger than the rope before. Diane didn't even notice that Mahmout was cumming as she was cumming herself, the spray from her orgasm blasting out from her engorged and enormous pussy like a geyser. The hot juice sprayed everywhere as it splashed off of Mahmout's cock, the heat form it invigorating Mahmout's own ejaculation. Mahmout flailed his arms and his hand slapped against Diane's overgrown tit. He instinctively grabbed at the eighteen-inch nipple and squeezed; the sensation sent Diane reeling. "Fuck yes!" she screamed. "Pull em baby! Yesssssssss!" Mahmout had no idea what he was doing or what he was grabbing. He knew only that he needed to grab something to counteract the force of the ball draining cum he was in the middle of. He was in sensory overload and thought he was going to pass out. Diane's humped and banged her body against his cock as hard as she could. She bucked reached up over her head and pawed at the huge nuts that splayed underneath Mahmout's heavy appendage. She could feel the seminal vessels bulging and belching the monumental load up through the long urethra. She could hear the grumbling and churning even over her own screams and Mahmout's moans. After a full minute and a half, Mahmout's orgasm finally stopped, leaving him utterly and totally out of it. Diane however, still humped his cock like a frenzied dog, her pussy on fire.
Kevin and Terry walked in just as Mahmout passed out. Kevin couldn't believe what he was looking at. "Fuck man," he said stunned. "Looks like a bigger load than the last one." Terry nodded weakly. It wasn't the size of the load that had his attention, but the size of Diane's clit that had him wide eyed.
Just go easy on the deep plot elements. It can derail an erotic story very quickly. Don't lose sight of the fact that it's an erotic fiction along the lines of a sexual sitcom. I appreciate a good story as much as anyone but I'd hate for this to turn into something that you have to think really hard about and lose the erotiscm, even with a well written sex scene thrown in every now and then.
- GTOK,
[That's been the one single thing I've tried to maintain: keeping it light and borderline over-the-top while interjecting a strong enough plot line to keep it engaging. I have some directions I'm working on that I hope will keep it the former more than the latter.]
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