Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Pack Rats of the Inside - THE TRAILER!




Journey into a dark and surreal world where men and women take on the form of rats. Welcome to The Inside, a terrible place where monsters do as they please to the denizens of the realm. No sexual fetish is out of the question. No one escapes. Everyone eventually will succumb.

Only one pack rat named Kinder seems to have the will to fight through the perils of the The Inside. Will he find a way out? Or will he ultimately become the sexual toy of one of the many creatures?

Pack Rats of The Inside is a very dark and lewd erotica by Buddy Tippet. It walks along and even sometimes crosses the line. The monsters of The Inside are capable of many strange powers. They can even transform the pack rats into strange shapes and use them accordingly. There is nowhere to hide. There is nowhere safe within The Inside.

A fair warning: The reading of this book may lead to madness. Enter into The Inside at your own peril!

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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Footpaw Fetish?

Why? Please don't confuse us with that silly thing you humans get into. Never did understand your infatuation with the ugliest body part ever created by God: the human foot. That dreadful color. Those misshapen and oddly bent excuse for toes. Generally bland appearance. No, I am talking about something a tad more pleasant. Not that I am personally interested, but I do understand the draw and comfort given by the furry footpaw.

We of the furry types tend to look at the furry foot paws with fascination even though we do not often understand it. There are many types. Many shapes. Many peculiarities. Sometimes there are paw pads, and other times--such as with bunnies--there is nothing but fur. They can be somewhat small and dainty and they can also be quite big. I prefer the big. Maybe too big. Oh my.

One might assume that furry footpaws are simply intended to assist the animal in walking. In reality, however, many of us prefer having them press against our bodies. Our faces usually. We want to snuggle them and feel their warmth. If there are pads present, we can perhaps fall asleep against them. Never mind that they are attached to some person. We don't really care.

Image © Footpaws

So fascinated are we by these furry abominations that we have devolved to the point that we do not really measure the consequences anymore of having them applied to us. We willingly lay upon the dirty floor and allow the largest of animals to press down upon us. Sometimes a bit too hard. Oh dear. Much too hard. Ouch. Dear, God, the pain! But somehow... still... so... c̸͍̔ò̷͖m̴̞̐f̵̻͊ő̴̠r̸̡̈́t̷̼̽á̸̝b̷̭̋l̸̘͗e̴̦͆.

The furry footpaw is often presented as a cross of two contrasting ideas. Comfort and pressure. They come in strong and hard but seem soft to the touch as if a plush animal filled with bones. It confuses the senses. Makes us lose our understanding of reality. Everything simply becomes a yearning for comfort... even if that comfort is trying to smash us into oblivion.

Admittedly, I consider myself to be the one on top at times. In many cases, I find myself in ownership of other living people. Y̶̭̅o̵̞̕u̷̖͂ ̵͚̌p̶̼̕ë̴͓ŗ̴̌ḧ̶͉́a̴͔͝p̶̫̓ș̵̎?̴͕͠ But then I see those footpaws coming towards my face and I think, "Where am I? What was I doing? Who is it that I was torturing? Oh wait. It's me. I am the one about to be tortured... by these... beautiful... furry... Oh! Mfff mfff. Mfff mfff! ðŸ’œ!

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(I'm sorry. I am much too busy being smashed by a wonderful plush softness to end the blog. Please consider buying my book "Pack Rats of the Inside." Here is some information:
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Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.)

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

DO IT! OBEY! DO NOT RESIST!

YOU WILL CLICK THIS TEXT!









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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Ice Cream Transformation

What?! What fuckery is this?! Apparently, I have written something completely silly into the title. Naturally one of the many things I shall be dealing with in my blogs and my stories will be different times of sexual transformations. But obviously I must have been thinking of ice cream and happened to type it in there.

Ö̴͓́̃̚ṙ̵̛̙̪̣͝͝ ̸͈͚̙̀̔d̶͈̓͠ì̵̡̡̻͖͗d̷̟͈͎͛̈̈̌ ̸̞̟͙͛͗̕I̴͍̭̊?̶̦̩̟̓

In actuality, this fetish does exist. It is a bit obscure, but does seem to be growing at an alarming rate. The concept is just as described. For whatever reason, you get turned into ice cream. You still retain your form and color however. You still look like you. There's just only one problem... YOU'RE MELTING!

People who have had this transformation have a limited amount of time to move around before they become a puddle. They will start off feeling quite good, but the more they melt, the more frightened they will become. They may try to jump away in fear which could make the situation worse.

© Little Blue Wolf

The only way to save them is to get them somewhere cold. This may not, however, unmelt them. It depends on how the fetish is constructed. At the very least, they will not melt any further.

Another common problem with becoming ice cream is that you become delicious. People want to eat you. All those body parts are really just living congealed manifestations of sweet. Honestly, I don't blame any of them for doing so. It's really your problem after all. They're just hungry.

Ice cream transformation is often mixed into horror genres. It all has to do with a person who is becoming less and less until he is nothing at all. Just a puddle. And the puddle might even evaporate. Then what is the fate? A living mist? It depends. The puddle could also symbolize a death has occurred. If Immortal Clay has been enacted on the individual, then the puddle or mist will be alive and conscious.

© EccentricChimera

One of the most amusing usages of this fetish was coming out of a freezer into the worst possible place imaginable--a children's birthday party. Oh, here they come! Those little cuties ravage your body until there is nothing left. There is only digestion to look forward to in 19 tiny stomachs. What a cruel world this is. I can still hear the gargling screams as they destroyed you. Hahaha! Oh... Lovely.

Similar fates await in my book "Pack Rats of the Inside." Here is some information about it:
$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition
Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Video Game Review: Changed

What an experience I had two weeks ago. I made a random call on Steam and ended up purchasing a naughty little game known as "Changed." This game delved quite deeply into the dark and nasty fetish known as living latex assimilation. I warn you, however, that I will be going into spoilers. I have to. There is a character in this game that I feel really strongly about. So here is the traditional text for those who do not want to have a game they might potentially play be ruined for them:



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"Changed" is an indie title made, as far as I can tell, entirely in China. So when the game was released, nobody could understand anything being said. This was made even worse by the fact that everything said was in text. Many people did not even have Chinese characters on their computer, so all the text would come up as either little boxes or question marks.

But people still played it anyways. And soon, a rather awful English translation was released. That was when I got it. I marveled at such translation errors as referring to "furry paw pads" as "animal meat mats!" Actually now that I think of it, animal meat mats sounds kind of sexy. Interesting how that worked out.


In "Changed" you are forcibly dropped into the role of a human boy--not a man, a boy--who is just waking up from a sleeping chamber. He finds himself in a broken down facility full of strange creatures made of living latex. If he ever touches any of these creatures, they will latch onto him, dissolve everything organic inside, and transform him into an animal person made of living latex. At which point, he will operate under the rules of that particular creature.

Some of these creatures are looking for sexual slaves. Some transformations would hypnotize the boy into being a slave to the other latex animals. Once he became one of them, he would agree to be humped for eternity and not care about it at all. He was one of them after all.


The one aspect of the game of which I really cannot avoid spoiling was that of the character Puro. Puro was a living latex animal with a wolf form. He was entirely black but with a white skull mask for a face. His kind were considered experimental defects who could only see when things were in motion. They were particularly ego driven and enjoyed reproducing themselves for the purpose of fucking one another--a fate that could easily happen to you, by the way.

Puro was different. He broke free of the programming his kind had and took an interest in books. What a struggle that turned out to be! He even expressed frustration at the difficulty of reading with motion-based sight. Likely, he was forced to jiggle the book around just to make it visible to him. Puro was also an artist. He enjoyed drawing the things that he saw. His artwork could be found all over the facility. Some were quite good and others not quite good. Puro was rather embarrassed of his failed attempt at art and did not like the main character looking at them.


Despite Puro's creative endeavors, everything he did was based on his inquisitive mind. He read to learn. His artwork reflected what he learned. His self portraits were attempts to properly show who and what he was. His interest in you was also based on his own fascinations. But here is where things get a little strange. He did not want to assimilate you. He wanted to be your friend.

Remember Ixus from my last blog? Ixus and Puro have striking similarities. For one, they are both based on canines. Ixus is a fox and Puro is a wolf. They are both based on the liquid latex model of assimilation. They both abstain from it in the name of friendship. They are also extremely obsessed with learning and asking questions. Friendship is fascination and visa versa.


Puro follows you around throughout the game. He expresses a deep loyalty to you, but there is a problem. He is very weak. His decision to not assimilate anyone had made him this way. Because of his weakness, he often falls asleep. There was even one part where he agrees to cuddle with you while he takes a nap. The sad thing about this is that he is sacrificing his own well-being for you, not because he cares, but because he wants to see what you are capable of. That is friendship to Puro.


If you made my mistake and played the game on easy. You will come across a very interesting bad ending before the game is allowed to complete. Puro's fondness for you essentially reaches its peak. He realizes that you are actually strong enough to make it out of the facility and likewise realizes that he is too weak to do the same. At this point, he gives into his selfishness and assimilated you utterly. This was not an easy thing for him to do, and he sulks over it. The funny thing is that you have come to trust him so much up to that point that you don't even bother to stop him.


The parallels between Puro and Ixus are absolutely wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed what this game did to me. And it did a lot of nasty things to me, to be sure. I adore Puro. I fantasize about giving myself to him in friendship. I yearn to feel him cry over my loss. What a wonderful game!

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