Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Vintage Comics - Issue 5

A rather simple one, but the picture was perfect and I wanted to do vintage science-fiction!

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Vintage Comics - Issue 4

I really like this one, though maybe it's just because the edit took a lot of effort. You're welcome to dislike it, though.

Vintage Comics - Issue 3

Don't think I've forgotten about Roll of the Dice. The next part is actually finished, but the one after that isn't, so I'm making some time by posting these, even if they don't seem to be very popular.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Vintage Comics - Issue 1

Are you familiar with this very old AP/AR comic book?

Well, you shouldn't be, since I just made it up.

This is a new type of caption that occured to me today. Tell me what you think and I'll do a few more.

As you can see, they're based on the style of vintage comics, so expect a lot of crying girls!

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Roll of the Dice - Part 9

Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8

The snake’s enormous fangs almost closed around her, but Dawn shot a potent spray of purple, glowing dust directly into its face. The reptile sneezed and twirled, and immediately slithered back to where it had come from.

The fairy sighed. She had learned to fend off predators quite well, but it was exhausting. To make things worse, her pointy and sensitive ears could hear steps behind her. She turned to see an elf ranger. Dawn immediately sprung back into action, ready to dust the stranger’s eyes. The elf was startled and with an impressively agile motion, she aimed at the tiny woman with her bow.

“Dawn, it’s me!” she said.

“Oh, Odette! I had forgotten how you looked like.”

Both the fairy and the elf relaxed and laughed nervously.

“So, what did you find out?” asked Dawn.

She had been waiting for three days in the forest while Odette infiltrated the city disguised as a lowly ranger in order to investigate.

“Well, I revealed my true identity to a couple of loyal elves I knew from my travels,” explained the Grand Mage. “They introduced me to the capital’s resistance cell.”


“Well, things are trickier than we anticipated. Karina has grown more powerful here than what we’ve seen in other lands. Castle Ivory is protected strongly. The magic on its doors is too great. I doubt even I could break it from the outside.”

“So what will we do?” asked Dawn desperately.

“We’ll try to enter anyway. Remember, that’s the only way to end the game. There’s something in there that we have to do, but I still don’t know what.”

“But you said…”

“Yeah, I know. The odds are against us, and there’s yet another thing: her dark army guards the Castle.”

Dawn glowed even more intensely, as happened when she was furious.

“But… here’s some good news for us, finally,” said Odette with a smirk. “The resistance knows something that will allow us to try and break into the castle while the whole army is away at the gates of the city: an attack by the centaurs is imminent. Captain Millie of the Guard will arrive shortly, bringing thousands of her soldiers.”

“Millie? Do you think she’s our Millie?” asked Dawn excitedly.

“She must be, because “Millie” doesn’t exactly sound like a centaur’s name, does it? They say she’s brave and strong, and that she’ll give the Wraiths a good battle. And whenever that happens, we must be ready to get in.”


Millie’s army was epic. That wasn’t only in numbers, but also in the strength of each centaur warrior.

As she oversaw the preparations for the surprise attack on the capital, Millie felt proud of her people. War had become a part of her ever since she had transformed into a centauress… as had loss.

Just four months after leaving the Eastern Kingdom in her attempt to reach the capital, the Wraiths had ambushed them. Millie managed to defeat them, but her Stallion had been killed in battle.

She was aware that he wasn’t real, just a character that probably would respawn if the game was ever played again. Still, that didn’t make his demise feel any less tangible for her. Millie didn’t dwell on her grief for too long. Death was a natural part of being a centaur… but so was revenge.

Her pain only strengthened her, and she emerged from this experience as thrice the warlord she had been. She made an oath to defeat the Dark Sorceress and she had managed to make most of the centaurs in the Kingdom to pledge their allegiance to her cause. After all, it was their duty to protect the lands against dark threats, and Karina’s was the greatest evil in ages.

Millie felt very inspired before the imminent battle. She was an artist, after all. War was her craft, the Dark Sorceress would be her canvas, and blood her paint.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Roll of the Dice - Part 8

I fleshed out the conclussion more than I thought I would, so this isn't the finale quite yet.

I hope it doesn't overstay its welcome.

Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7

The capital welcomed every race with open arms, or at least so was said. The reality was a bit different.

It was true that the beautiful elves of any land were hailed respectfully at the city, and the same could be said about most humans, though the Barbaric tribes were often frowned upon. Centaurs were respected because of their wisdom and strength, but they were too proud to live among others, so they rarely ventured to the capital and preferred to keep to themselves on the Eastern Kingdom. Mermaids were also too distrusting of others to be interested on Castle Ivory, and since there was only one important lake in the city, they didn’t have much business there. Nobody cared either way about having fairies around; unless you were a Dust smuggler and wanted to kidnap them. They weren’t very useful, but since they were pretty, people enjoyed their shiny presences. And of course, no giant had ever set a foot on the capital.

Even if the city was never as diverse as it was intended, at least it had been tolerant enough, but now not even that could be said. Things had changed radically ever since the Dark Sorceress took over.

Almost two years had passed since the players had been absorbed into the game’s universe, and Karina had already spread her reign of terror through most of the land. Castle Ivory was now her fortress, and it wasn’t either white or benign any more.

The citizens were mostly unharmed unless they directly opposed her regime: any resistance was instantly crushed by the Sorceress herself or by one of the many Wraiths and other dark beings who had joined her after she seized power.

Of course, being the Grand Mage herself, Odette was at the head of that movement. Barely a month ago she had finally reached the capital, after helping organize the defenses of the many victims she found during her travels.

She now lived in the woods around the city, waiting for the right moment to strike. And she wasn’t alone. After defeating a couple of robbers, she had found they had caught a little, defenseless fairy, probably looking for someone who would buy her dust. Odette had released her and had been quite surprised (an a little amused) when she discovered that the tiny woman was Dawn, her formerly tall friend.

Since then, Dawn had become Odette’s companion. She was now sitting at her shoulder, as they overlooked the devastated capital from the branches of a tall tree. The pretty fairy seemed downcast.

“Are you sure it’s really Karina?” she asked in her annoyingly squeaky voice.

“Yes, I’m afraid the Dark Sorceress is really your little sister,” said Odette with sadness. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. I saw it in one of my visions.”

“But how could she do this? She was a bit spoiled, but she could never… I mean, this is pure evil! She can’t be a wicked witch!”

“She is one in here,” shrugged Odette. “This is a role game after all. A very literal role game. Maybe she’s just in character, as we all are.”

“But she’s doing bad things to people!”

“She is, Dawn, but maybe this is just a game to her. We’ve been in her place before. Have you never played as an orc or a necromancer in other games? And you did dastardly things as those characters, because it was just playing.”

“But that was different. Those games were pretend. This is real. And she’s killed real people!”

Odette reflected on that.

“I don’t know. We are not sure how “real” this is. I don’t think anyone else is actually real here. They’re just characters. I think only the seven of us can be considered authentic people.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I hope that too, because I’ve killed too, if always in self-defense.”

Odette threw herself from the tree to the ground and, as always, she landed on her feet. Dawn glided gracefully alongside her.

“What’s our plan now that we’re here?” she asked. Odette thought it out.

“I need to get closer, I need to understand the Castle’s defenses if we’re to breach them.”

“But… you can’t! It’s too dangerous! They’ll recognize you and they’ll kill you! You’re the Grand Mage!”

“Luckily I am, because that means I can do this…”

Odette clapped her staff against the ground and she immediately started to change. It was over in a few seconds. She still was a blonde elf, but her face was much different, her body curvier and her clothes less elegant. Her staff was now also disguised as a bow.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot you could do that…”

“This form has been really useful, yes,” she said, looking down and admiring the realistic illusion she had projected around herself.

“How come you can do that and I was just turned into a shiny insect?”

Odette shrugged before turning around to face the city.

“Lucky dice, I guess.”


Mia waved her long honey-colored hair and smiled at the three fish swimming inside the glass water tank.

“Very soon, my friends, you shall be free,” she said cheerfully.

It was so strange having legs again and walking around, not to mention being in the open air instead of underwater, but she could bear it.

Suddenly, her chambers darkened and her smile vanished. That could only mean one thing. She turned to face the presence behind her.

Dark Sorceress Karina was stretched there, looking malevolent as usual.

“Still talking to them? I’ve told you, they can’t hear you.”

Mia nodded.

“I know, my lady.”

After her long journey, the mermaid princess had finally arrived to the capital two months ago. She had emerged in the middle of Castle Ivory’s lake and was immediately captured by Wraiths and conducted before Karina.

The Dark Sorceress had turned Mia’s three guards into fish and locked them into a tank. The princess had fared better: she was given human legs.

“You’ll live and be my servant,” she had declared, and then had proceeded to reveal her true identity.

Mia couldn’t believe that Dawn’s annoying sister was now this monster.

“Why don’t you destroy me?” the mermaid had asked. “I’ve heard all you’ve done. You’ve killed hundreds.”

“Oh, but you are different. All those people weren’t real. Just mere illusions conjured by the game, just like your fish guards. But you’re a player. I don’t wish you any harm, just to give you my gift. And of all the players, I think you’ll take what I have to offer with the most delight.”

“And what is it that you’re offering?”

“Staying in the game forever. That’s what you want, I do know it. And why wouldn’t you? You were a nerd, a nobody, in the outside world. In here you look like a model… you’re a real princess!”

Mia looked down.

“I can’t deny this is like a dream,” she admitted. “But it’s not our real life. We need the game to eventually end.”

“But why?!” Karina asked in fury. “Look at us here! I’m all powerful! Who cares about real life when we have EVERYTHING here?”

“I thought you mocked us when we played role games. You said it was silly to pretend being someone else. That’s why you called me a nerd, isn’t it?”

“But that was before! Now I’ve come to understand the appeal. This world is at my feet. I can make you, a princess, into my servant.”

“But... you’ve got plenty of servants already.”

“Wraiths and abominations, yes. All of them characters within the game. I need someone real to acknowledge my superiority. I want to collect all of you, especially my sister and the Grand Mage. And once you all bow before me, you’ll be free to do as you want in MY world.”

Mia didn’t answer.

“Think about it,” pressed Karina. “Once I win this war, we’ll remove that fake mother of yours from her Pearly Throne and I’ll make you Empress of all Seas.”

Princess Mia thought about it. And in the end she pledged her loyalty to the Sorceress.

Part 9

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Riding the Bus

Thanks to yesterday's technical problems, I broke my winning streak: I had been posting a daily entry since May 1st.

Trying to fix that, I turned my latest story, which was supposed to be just three short captions, into a longer one. Hope you enjoy it.


You’ve probably heard all about it. After all, I imagine something like this would be huge news. I can’t be sure about the media coverage it’s receiving, though, because we’ve been completely excommunicated from the outside world.

Three months ago, something fell from the sky over a small Italian village. We still don’t know what. Some say it’s a spaceship, and others think it’s an asteroid. I certainly haven’t seen it, so I can’t be sure, and everything ought to be treated as a rumor these days. In any case, most seem to believe it only killed half a dozen people when it crashed, but apparently it’s been changing the townspeople in strange ways ever since it came.

No, I don’t live in that village, thankfully. Me, my parents and my older sister live in a nearby (and even smaller) town, though my dad was travelling to England when it happened. We haven’t heard from him since, because the event killed the communications in the entire region. Even worse, or only access point to the rest of the country is through the crash site, which means we’ve been completely cut out.

Resources are starting to wane, and only a few helicopters loaded with food have managed to get through the mountains in all these months. Their reports are scarse and not very encouraging. The authorities are still trying to remove the object, but they’ve apparently been unable to do so. Most of the pilots look very afraid and don’t want to explain too much about the supposed human transformations that have ensued.

My 15-year-old sister, Martina, is my best friend and protector. We love each other a lot, and she’s been my support during these difficult days. She brings the most news to the house since she knows a lot of people in the town, though she acknowledges her sources are sometimes contradictory. Her biggest piece of information came one night, when she told us a few bus drivers would attempt to get people out of the village.

This seemed like a great idea. We would be able to contact dad, who probably was waiting for us with his family at Rome. Then we would only return home once the crisis was over.

My mother, Viola, wasn’t so convinced. She was 45 and somewhat faint-hearted. She was afraid because driving out of town meant going very near the crash, and she for one believed all the bizarre rumors about what that thing could do to a person.

“What do you think, Arianna?” she asked me.

We’ve always been a very close family, and that means even the opinion of a 11-years-old counts.

“I think we should go with them. We don’t have enough to live for many more months, and the situation at the markets is worse every day. It’s risky, but so is staying.”

So it was decided that we would try to escape.

The buses departed two days later, carrying much less people than we thought. It seemed that a great deal of our neighbors were very scared to get so close to the spaceship, or whatever it was, while others firmly believed the crisis would sort itself out sooner rather than later.

We boarded one of the largest buses, and yet there were only about 10 other people inside. The empty seats at least meant we could change spots whenever we wanted, which would come useful since the journey would last over ten hours.

But it was only two hours later when we passed near The Zone.

The driver had the good sense not to warn us when we approached the place, so that people wouldn’t panic. In any case, we all did notice we were there, because something happened right away.

Since my mother didn’t know where we were, she had just gone to the back of the bus to talk with some neighbors who were sitting there. I was sitting silently and a bit sleepy in front of Martina. My sister was quiet and abstracted, looking beyond the windows.

I was just watching her when something occurred in the blink of an eye. I felt a shift in my position and Martina wasn’t in front of me anymore. In her place, there was an unknown girl, doing exactly what my sister had been doing.

With a start, I realized the wildest rumors about the crash site were true, and that the girl was Martina. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed anything, and I was too shocked to say anything.

I just looked at my changed sister for a few seconds, trying to compare her new appearance to the one I was used to. She didn’t look much older than her original 15 years. She was in her late teens, maybe 18 or so, and she was very pretty. Martina had been a bit plump, but now she was extremely thin, which was showcased because her conservative clothes had been exchanged by a revealing attire. Her hair was longer and had gone from chestnut to very black. Her eyes had likewise changed from brown to bright green, and were bigger and expressive. Black polish covered her nails and I could see a tattoo on one of her bare thighs. She looked like a completely different person.

That mental catalogue must have happened in a split second, because just then I heard screams all over the bus and I realized other people were becoming aware of their own changes. I also remembered I had felt a shift myself and I was sure I had changed too. I was looking at my surroundings from a higher vantage point, which definitely meant I was taller.

Martina heard the screams and turned away from the window. She looked at me and she yelled too, then she finally must have noticed something was amiss with her too. She looked down at her new body and outfit, and then she started touching her face wildly, feeling the differences.

I imitated her and I decided to finally look down too. I felt faint. I was suddenly aware that my chest was pushing out very far, and my eyes confirmed it. I had breasts now. Very big ones too, it seemed. I could see a huge amount of cleavage under the see-through fabric. Also, like my sister’s, my legs were uncovered below the hem of the short and tight dress I was now wearing.

Martina and I looked at each other in amazement for a second.

“Arianna? Is that you?” she asked. I could recognize neither her voice nor her accent.

I nodded violently, and I felt my larger body wobbling.

I wanted to further discover how much I had changed, but someone was worriedly calling for our names behind us. I turned around, because even though I couldn’t recognize that voice either, there was only one person who could be screaming for us.

My mother was absolute unrecognizable. She was now an attractive young woman in her early twenties, and I thought I could see a certain family likeness to the new Martina. Like her, Mom was now slim and sexy-looking, with black hair and green eyes. She was also dressed revealingly, with leather pants and a translucent blouse which allowed a good view of her black bra, which obviously encased much bigger breasts.

She would have never dressed like that in her life, yet at the moment she wasn’t very preoccupied about her attire. She was trying to get to us as quickly as possible, but she was struggling. Maybe it was because of her unfamiliar longer legs or maybe it was because, like Martina and me, she was now wearing very high heels.

“Girls? Is that you?” she asked in shock when she got to our seats. She also had a sultry voice and the same Slavic accent Martina had.

“MOM?!”, my sister said, while I nodded silently.

“Which one…?” my mother cleared her throat. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m speaking like this. “Which one is Martina and which one is Arianna?”

“I’m Arianna, Mom,” I said, and I wasn’t that surprised when the same accent came out of my mouth, not to mention the very different adult voice.

”Arianna? But, dearie, you are so big!”

“I know…” I said, and I couldn’t help but cupping my large breasts.

“I knew something like this would happen,” Mom whispered.

She sat at Martina’s side while I looked around. The other passengers were similarly shocked, and much different from how they had been a minute earlier. An old man and woman sitting close by had been changed into a younger and attractive couple, and they were now Asian too. The pretty Japanese woman was looking at her new shapely legs and smooth hands with a shocked expression on her large eyes.

Close by, a boy who had been a little younger than me was now sitting in the body of a very large black man. He touched his short beard and flexed his muscular arms with a delighted expression.

My mother and sister had both new purses instead of their regular ones, and they were both searching for a mirror. I looked to the seat directly beside me and also saw a large leather purse instead of my green backpack.

The mirror I found was small, but it sufficed to give me an idea of how I looked now.

I was indeed a grown woman, older than my sister. I thought I was in my twenties, and maybe around the same age as my mother, if not a bit older than her too. This realization dazed me. I used to wear my thick hair up to my chin, but it had grown longer and silkier. I passed my very long, red fingernails through it, surprised at the feel, and then I dropped it and let it cascade over my breasts.

They were really quite large, at least for a flat 11-years-old as I had been. As I’d noticed before, my deep cleavage could be fully seen through my transparent clothes. Like my mother and sister, I too was dressed rather provocatively. I was wearing a tiny animal print dress and a tan jacket. The jewelry on my hands and ears was large, and I had lots of makeup in my face. Despite that, I thought my new features were attractive. I had fleshy lips and large blue eyes, and like my family, I didn’t look anything like I used to. I was a new woman.

I tried to stand and walk around. Being tall and curvy, I felt completely off-balance, and I instantly fell back on my round butt. Struggling with my heels and proportions, I managed to get back on my feet by grabbing the poles firmly. I strode towards the front of the bus.

The chauffeur was crying and saying he couldn’t drive any more. He had been turned into a cute little girl with blonde pigtails and a flowery dress. She was so small now that she couldn’t reach the pedals.

After a short discussion with other passengers, the driver left her seat to the boy who had turned into a beefy black man, who assured us he knew how to drive now. He also seemed clumsy when moving with his bigger body, but he looked sure enough in front of the wheel. Indeed, he resumed the journey and he drove perfectly until the end.

As for the three of us, were still too shocked to talk much for the duration of the trip. When we did, though, we were equally surprised. We could still speak Italian, though it was heavily accented and we had to think a lot to do it. Instead, we discovered we all felt much more comfortable speaking Ukrainian, a language we had never been familiar with.

After her initial shock, my mother was looking much more relaxed, even pleased. After all, becoming a beautiful young woman had been as much of an upgrade to her as my transformation had been to me. The much prettier Martina also seemed satisfied with her outcome, even if she kept stealing jealous glances to our much curvier bodies. Whenever she did that, my mother smiled at me.

The weirdest thing was that it didn’t feel right thinking about her as “Mom” any more, but rather as Viola. I reasoned that considering our new ages, there was no way she could be our mother any longer. Instead, we were more like three sisters now, and I guessed our new relationship was going to take that direction from now on.

I still felt strange, yet increasingly more comfortable and in control of my new form. I wanted to explore more of what had happened to me, but the privacy that the bus offered was very limited. As I reflected on everything that happened, I dozed off and fell asleep for about two hours.

When I woke up, the new driver was informing us that the journey was almost over. I stretched my long legs and I wiggled my toenails, still amazed at the size of my feet and the red polish. My high platform shoes were almost familiar to me by now, though. I got up to stretch my limbs and I was surprised to see how much easier was to move now. I had adapted a lot in just a few hours.

“How are you feeling, Arianna?” Viola asked me in fluent Ukrainian. We weren’t the only ones who had gone through such changes. The formerly old couple near us had talked in Japanese during the whole journey, and they were now kissing romantically. A little girl who had transformed into a teenage beauty was speaking with a heavy Australian accent.

“I’ll be all right,” I replied with a smile, which my new sisters answered back.

I wondered what my father would say when he saw that we had been turned into three young Eastern European women with a liking for risqué outfits. I shrugged. He’d probably be much relived to know we were safe as a priority.

As for me, I too was glad we were unharmed, but I was also excited about this new body and life that had been given to me.