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Yes, the site is back, but only for the purpose of publishing one final strip. It’s not back and I’m no longer in the business of publishing adult content.

You might have already tried to find the old comics–sorry, it’s all gone from the site and I have no plans to re-release them. I’m sure the strips still linger somewhere in some obscure corner of the internet, but I’ve moved on to other things in my life and would be grateful if you’d all accept that.

You’re probably wondering why I stopped. I’ve certainly received a lot of questions, and there were plenty of fascinating conspiracy threads on the internet—the more entertaining ones having to do with someone doxing me and “going after my kids” or regarding some readership grumbling about some of the latest comics. Let me reassure you, neither of these scenarios bear any resemblance with reality. While I was doxed, it wasn’t until weeks after I closed the site (a classy gesture from an upset fan, I suppose). Also, since I have no kids (or a wife), it’d be hard to leverage them against me. Truth is, there were a lot of people in my life who knew I was doing the comic, it wasn’t a big secret. Certainly, every girl I dated knew about it very early in our relationship. I was always upfront about it.

And none of it was about reader feedback either. Membership and readership stayed steady for years, throughout all kinds of story arcs, so a few irritated readers weren’t going to change the story I was going to tell. For what it’s worth, Albert and Heather were never going to sleep together. It was fun making everyone believe they might, and that was the extent to which I was going to indulge that kind of fantasy.

So no, that wasn’t it. Things happened in my private life and I made the decision to shut it down. That’s all I’m willing to share. It wasn’t the end of the world, my life went on merrily after that, and there was no drama. There were no SJWs hunting me down, or #metoo warriors trying to sue me, or right-wing nutjobs trying to shut me down because “OMG sex!” It’s all good. It all turned out okay.

So that’s it. Feel free to come here from time to time, who knows, I might post some stuff once in a while. Y’know, just for shits and giggles.

–Jaycee
“I’m (no longer) doing it.”

I think I should move to Russia…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

IT’S BACK! AND IT WORKS!

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Aggressive marketing much? 🙂

I took Jo shopping this weekend (Martine couldn’t come with, but she made me promise to tell her all about it later, which I did). I figured if I am to keep on “torturing” her the way I’ve been doing, the least I can do is buy her some clothes (and lingerie).

The clothes part was fine. It wasn’t particularly exciting, but she’s (thankfully!) a fast shopper and didn’t have any trouble choosing which shirts and skirts she wanted. The lingerie part was more enjoyable (and, as it turned out, a new experience for me). There was this kit that we both agreed looked nice, so she went to try it on. Since we’re “close” now, she called me inside the booth to check it out once she had it on. It was red and black and TIGHT in all the right places! It got my imagination (and libido) running, and it wasn’t long before I transferred some of that excitement to her.

More interestingly, though, I found myself fantasizing about her boobs being too constrained and popping out of the top. Nothing physical happened, but I noticed she shivered and stammered, as if something was wrong.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. Then she grabbed her breasts with both hands and shook her head. “N-no, something’s odd…”

“What is it?”

She massaged her boobs and moaned. “It’s like… Oooh… Like they’re growing. Can’t you see? They’re at least one cup size bigger.”

It was my turn to shake my head, everything looked normal, just like before. But Jo kept moaning and squirming, rubbing her boobs as if it was going to make them shrink of something. The more she insisted they were getting bigger, the more I wanted them to grow, but nothing seemed to change. Same (and still very nice) chest as before.

Finally, I relented, not so much because I wanted to stop, but because her moans were starting to get a bit loud for a public place. It looked like the sensations stopped and she looked at me, panting.

“You did that, didn’t you? You made them grow?”

“But they DIDN’T grow!” I protested.

But she insisted they had, and were overflowing so bad she thought the nice frilly top she’d tried on was going to burst. She wouldn’t take my word that nothing had changed and punched me in the shoulder (ow!).

“Well, don’t do it again!” she ordered.

Which meant precisely the reverse, I knew.

Anyway, I’ve done a few more tests and it looks like when I push things just the right way, she completely believes her breasts are growing, with all the visual and tactile sensations that come with it. I don’t get to see or enjoy any of it, but it sure looks pleasurable…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Last week was fun but exhausting. I wasn’t sitting next to Jo on the plane, so I could only push things to her, but not always see the result. For the most part, it was relatively harmless stuff, like itchy nipples or high erotic sensitivity, but once, just for fun while she was asleep, I jacked up her libido to unreasonably high level. It resulted in what I can only assume was a very wet dream and some sexy whimpering–no doubt to the shock of the large lady sitting next to her.

While we had business meetings, I kept things professional until Thursday morning, when she knocked at my door before we were supposed to meet for breakfast. I really hadn’t done anything to her in almost 48 hours and I could tell her arousal levels were pretty high. She pushed me aside, closed the door, and slammed me into the wall. She just held me there, breathing heavily, staring at me as if waiting for my move.

Obviously, she wanted me to take charge, so I did. I hit her with all the lust I could muster, and watched with satisfaction as she moaned and collapsed into a horny heap at my feet. Her hands roamed over her body, then plunged unceremoniously between her legs. She came hard and loud in an instant. I then carried her quaking body to the bed, still focusing on her intense sexual heat. She lay on her back and signaled for me to come closer, spreading her legs invitingly.

I’m a gentleman, so I obliged.

There was a hidden request behind that visit, and I got the message pretty clearly: she wanted me to use my abilities on her, so I did. For the rest of the trip, I “inconvenienced” her as often as possible. She would struggle to repress her lust, but definitely got off on it. Every night after that, she came to my room, always seeming to want to talk about work, but expecting things to degenerate (and they did).

Seriously, that girl is awesome!

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Sorry I haven’t posted much lately, it’s been very busy at work. Jo and I are going on a business trip to Los Angeles tomorrow to meet with some clients who want to work with us regarding a big publishing project. I’ll be gone through the weekend, but I’ll try to keep you posted as to what happens.

So what’s happened in the last 2 weeks, since I discovered Jo was now my thrall? Plenty.

Last I wrote, Jo was going to a meeting with a client and I promised I was going to spice things up–and I did. Every time the (cute) waitress came within a few feet of her, I cranked up her sexual arousal so that the longer she stayed, the hornier Jo got. She caught on quick (Jo’s very smart!) and kept the interactions as short as possible. Nothing unprofessional happened, but I knew she’d need to change her underwear (or go commando) after lunch.

For most of the last two weeks, I’ve been hitting her at random with “attacks” of unexpected lust, generally at inopportune moments. I know her address (she “volunteered” that information last week, in exchange for a “free day” from my sexual tampering), so I’ve even triggered some “sexual episodes” when she was at home by herself. Apparently, one of those times was during a phone call with her mother, who may or may not have caught on with what was going on (Jo wasn’t sure…).

I’ve also increased her arousal whenever she’s around Martine (but always in public, where she can’t do anything about it). Of course, she knows it’s me, but I want to see if, despite that knowledge, she’s going to develop an attraction for my girlfriend. I think it’s more fun to see her succumb to her (Jaycee-induced) fantasies than to the raw lust I know I could trigger in her loins. Think of it as a playful challenge. They’ve already slept together, so it’s not like she doesn’t want to… Just amplifying what’s already there…

Unfortunately, Martine’s not coming with us tomorrow, so I’ll have to interrupt this experiment and continue when we return.

I’m open to suggestions, if anyone has any–what kind of fun should I have on the trip?

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Sorry I haven’t updated you in a few days, it’s just been busy. Very busy. Busy as in, me having way too much fun with Jo.

Let me back it up a bit and explain a few things I’ve noticed about thralls. They’re not the same. Sure, I may affect them in the same way, but how they respond to the stimulus varies a lot based on their personality. Martine, for example, loves being controlled and aroused. She’s very submissive that way. Any time we’ve had arguments before (and those are pretty rare) and I’ve turned her on to end the fight, she embraces it and gets all over me, like sticky honey (yum!). Jo’s different. She’s tenacious, stubborn, and willful. On Friday, when she came into the office, I immediately reached for her libido and jacked up the heat between her legs. She walked as calmly as she could around the table, straddled me, and kissed me. And bit me at the same time, drawing blood. I cut it off and watched her ass while she returned to her chair. She sat down, gave me a sultry look, and rubbed her boobs and crotch while I watched. She stared at me in silence, her message clear: “I’m your plaything, but I’m not your plaything.”

If Martine is honey, then Jo is sriracha sauce (and I love me some sriracha sauce!). I can make her feel incredible (and have several times since Thursday), but she doesn’t surrender to me the way Martine does.

On Friday, I did follow her as she went to the bank and made her boobs extremely sensitive while she waited in line. She looked around and spotted me, her fierce glare promising retaliation. I didn’t want her to have a complete sexual meltdown in the bank, but I kept a steady flow of pleasure going to at least make her whimper and embarrass her a bit. Once she was done, she beelined for me, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me into a bathroom. She didn’t bother undressing, she just yanked down her underwear, dropped my pants, and impaled herself on me. She pushed my head into her boobs and came quickly. She was done, but I wasn’t. As she dismounted me, I generated searing sexual heat in her groin and watched her animalistic expression as she got back to business. She was fierce and thrust against me with almost primal brutality. Damn that was hot! To see that girl, normally classy and controlled, turn into this beast… it was hot! When I came, she joined me with a second orgasm.

We exited the bathroom quickly after.

Then there was yesterday, where she rolled her chair to my side of the desk, as if we needed to be close to discuss something. She sat upright, but slowly opened her legs wide in front of me. Her skirt slid up her thighs and revealed a very small thong that left nothing to the imagination. I could see she was hot and ready, though it wasn’t my doing. She reached down and rubbed herself, looking at me in defiance. I was too fascinated to stop her or enhance her pleasure, and I suddenly realized she was reaching her orgasm all by herself. I felt it was my duty to make it last a bit longer, and watched with satisfaction as her climax broke the 30-second mark.

Today, she has a lunch meeting with a male client. I think I’ll spice things up a bit…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

So picture this: me, at my place, sitting on the couch, pants unzipped, holding a glass of wine, a big erection pointing up. Jo, disheveled, standing over me, in the process of squatting down as she’s pulling her panties out of the way, her face a mask of raw desire. Martine, standing behind her with her eyes closed, reaching around and ripping Jo’s blouse apart to reveal her oversized breasts.

What happened after that, I’m sure you can imagine. What happened before, while not as sexy, is probably more interesting.

For a few weeks now, Jo has been pressing me with questions about the rings, and why *I’m* the one that’s “in control” of them. She doesn’t remember who put them there nor was she ever drunk enough for this to have happened without he remembering it. And there’s no technology small enough to turn these tiny things into remote-controlled vibrators triggered by my unique voice. And now, the breast growth? That’s obviously way too weird. So yesterday morning, she tried to broach that topic (again) with me. And I responded in much the usual way: I talked, triggered the rings with my voice, and got her all hot and bothered. It worked as well as usual and soon, she was squirming and moaning, but even through that, she kept on talking (and gasping), insisting those tricks wouldn’t make her stop. I tested that theory, and after two orgasms, I could see she meant it. Then she added, “You tell me what’s going on, and I’ll sleep with you. I mean REALLY sleep with you.”

I stopped and let her rest while I gave this some thought. Sure, we’ve been fooling around (and Martine knows all the details, she loves to hear about it), but going all the way was never really on the table. It’s purely arbitrary, we all know it, but that was the implicit understanding we had. I decided to text Martine and see how she felt about it. Her response was immediate: “I’m in.” So I emailed Jo and told her if she wanted to know everything, she had to come to my place at night, and Martine & I would tell her. I warned her she wouldn’t believe it, but I’d tell her anyway. She replied, saying she was willing to believe almost anything at this point, because none of it made sense.

Fast forward to the evening, we’re all three in my living room, drinking wine. We agreed Martine would do all the talking, and so she tells Jo everything we know about the faeries. Finally, we introduce Minx. (Attitude was nowhere to be found, and I knew better than to go looking for her.) For a few moments, Jo was skeptical, thinking this was some kind of high-tech animated doll, but I ask Minx to do what we had agreed upon. I knew Minx wasn’t very good with organic stuff, but she’s fine with objects. She enchanted Jo’s bra and underwear so they would gently caress her body parts. She looked surprised for a few moments, but it had to feel really good and she started slipping into a state of high arousal. I started talking, telling Jo what had happened with Morgan Reiss, the unknown faerie, Old Crow, etc., but I think by the end of it, she didn’t care anymore and just wanted to have sex with me. I realized I’d gotten pretty excited myself and had transferred some of that lust to Martine, who was writhing on the couch next to Jo. Finally, Jo grabbed Martine by the hand, got up, and headed for me. I figured now was a good time to expand her bust size, and that’s when we all knew what was going to happen.

The sex was incredible and there was a lot of it. Jo’s a strong, sexy girl with insane stamina. Martine has more tricks in her bag, but Jo’s raw athleticism makes up for the difference. We were at it for a good hour. At some point, we transited to the bedroom. When I got tired, Martine took over and had some girl-on-girl fun with Jo. Then there was some three-way action, then more girl-girl stuff. You can figure it out, right?

The part you probably didn’t anticipate is that once this was all done, while we all laid on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, I noticed Jo’s rings were gone. There was something else about her aura, some kind of… willingness. I don’t know how else to describe it. I reached for it, not with my hands, but with… I dunno, some kind of other sense… and I took it. And then I knew.

She was my thrall.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Yesterday, I tried making Jo’s boobs grow, and it was a success. One of the buttons on her blouse popped off (narrowly missing my face). Today, she came to work wearing a larger, woolen shirt, and looked at me defiantly the moment she came in. I looked at her questioningly; her only answer was to close the door, lean against it, and close her eyes.

So I obliged. I talked and made her boobs grow and watched with fascination as they filled out her loose shirt. She caressed them, then slipped a hand under it to grope one of her expanding breasts. I saw some massive underboob and a hint of puffy nipple. She squirmed and moaned and pressed her hand against her crotch, the sensations obviously bringing her closer to orgasm.

And then, all of a sudden, I stopped everything right there. She was probably seconds away from her climax and ready to go. She looked at me, almost furious.

“No! You can’t stop now!”

But I didn’t restart anything. Instead, I pointed at my watch to remind her of the time. We had an appointment with our boss to give him a status on our current projects, and we were already late.

I can only imagine the itch she needed to scratch. She was cranky for the entire meeting and didn’t look like she wanted to contribute anything. (It probably didn’t help that I was doing all the talking for us.) When it was over, we headed back to our office, but as we passed the bathroom door, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside. Apparently, there was some unfinished business to attend, and I was the man (or tongue) for the job.

It’s okay, we weren’t gone long, as it turns out she only needed a minute to get there.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to update you on what happened Friday. I visited Brooke for the entire weekend. He lives out of town, so there was pretty much no time to get any writing done. (I did see Deadpool, though, and it was awesome!)

I won’t get into the details (got work to do and a co-worker to arouse), but she got there before I did, and was greeted by Martine, whom she had awakened and was only wearing a flimsy bathrobe. (She works night shifts at the club, remember?) I was there shortly after, but I can only imagine what was going through Karine’s mind. Maybe she was scoping the competition, maybe she was envious of Martine’s abundant curves, maybe she was having some lesbian fantasy? (I doubt that last scenario had any truth to it, but I always like to think of women fantasizing about lesbian scenarios, it’s just a guy thing…)

When I got there, we got straight to business. We all sat around the table and looked at the plans and discussed some of the changes I had asked for. While this went on, I also decided I wanted to do a comparison test–would I have more fine control over one or the other, or were my abilities with them equally effective. In other words, was I more attuned to one versus the other (i.e. probably Martine) or were my abilities even versus all women. You know, FOR SCIENCE! So instead of jacking up their sexual heat (and despite what I’m sure would have been a fantastic threesome), I decided I wanted to gradually arouse their nipples and see how that impacted their overall arousal. I imagined a dial from 1 to 10, where 1 was hardly anything, and 10 was an irresistible desire to pinch and tweak them, and I started the “competition” at 1. Every minute, I increased it by 1 and watched their arousal levels.

Until 3, hardly anything happened. Around that time, though, Martine realized what I was up to and shot me a lusty glance. Yeah, she knew what I was doing and she approved. At 4, she was subtly arching her back and forcing her nipples to push against the fabric of her bathrobe. I could see both her and Karine’s arousal were physically similar, suggesting my abilities worked equally well on different women, but Martine knew what I was doing and was getting turned on by that very idea. By the time we got to 6, I could see Karine was distracted and Martine was starting to breathe heavily. Karine’s nipples, which seemed to be puffier than Martine’s when aroused, were pushing through her woolen shirt despite the fabric’s thickness. She caught my glance and blushed furiously. She must be used to the attention, but also (from the way she dresses) reluctant to let it define her or her relationships. At that point, though, the temptation to forget propriety and personal boundaries must have felt overwhelming. She had to be thinking about one thing alone: relieve that crazy itch. At 9, she asked in a trembling voice where the bathroom was. I pointed to the one on this floor, but said there was a bigger one upstairs, and she should probably use that one instead. She got up on wobbly legs and rushed up. The moment she was gone, Martine grabbed a hold of her breasts and massaged them. She came before we got to 10. Minx (who was spying on Karine for me) told me she lifted her shirt over her big boobs as soon as she was out of sight, then pinched and massaged her nipples all the way up to the bathroom. She came almost exactly at the same time as Martine, just as she closed the door and leaned against it for support. It was, by Minx’s account, quite powerful. Having seen Martine’s, I totally believe it.

I left both women alone after that, though Martine wasn’t done with me after Karine had gone. I was a little late to work because of that.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Karine called me about an hour ago, she’d like us to meet because there are some changes to the plans of the condo and she’d like to review them with me.

I’m supposed to meet her at my place during lunch time.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”