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9. Clara and The Grand Air War (Finale).

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9. Clara and The Grand Air War (Finale).

Sammy Church's covert mission was a disaster. Her squad was wiped out, and she was easily captured. Her body was further altered, and every part of her had been devulcanized - turned to a rubbery material. Until that point, she had no memory and awoke to find herself in the middle of a Jevian invasion of her home city. Clara Rowan was invited to court, as a guest of the Grand Duchess herself. What followed was a slow reveal that her new 'friend' was overcome with a deranged compulsion to push their technological experiments further. Clara was shoved into a special box, which allowed for her head and breasts to protrude. It was cranked down into a much smaller size, compacting Clara's torso inside. Throughout this horrifying experience, she befriended a Jevian expatriate named Liesbet who has promised to help her escape, should the right moment arise. Averil Crellin, with her crew of Air Ministry officers made a daring escape from her ship, the Black Talon during a disastrous

Tera - Spa Day!!

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Tera - Spa Day!!

Helen was starting to get frustrated. "J-Just let me LOOK! I've stubbed my toes like FOUR times!" "No way, hon! This is a surprise," said Tera. She was in her special shoulder bag, which was slung across the shoulder of a VERY annoyed Helen. Mrs. and Mrs. Smith were downtown. The ambulatory one just happened to be blindfolded and very unhappy that she had chosen sandals that day. Helen edged her feet along the pavement, but she still had a meter before the curb. The crosswalk signal began to beep. "Hurry up Hel! You have so close to the curb!" "Ugh, I'm TRYING!" She took a couple of quick steps. "CURB--" "Owwww, agh.. TERA!!" Helen had stumbled over the curb again. "I need like, one second bef--" She slammed into the base of the traffic light. "Sorry Hel... I wanted this to be fun." Leaning against the pole, Helen sighed. "OK... I'll calm down. Just like.. give me more warning." "Got it. I haven't walked in like, a year, so it's hard to gauge that I guess. We're

Tera - Home Alone

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Tera - Home Alone

Helen was sifting through papers and cramming them in her briefcase. Tera was amazed that she could tell what she needed out of the mess on the dining room table. Tera was upright in a pitcher, soaking in buttermilk, enjoying the afternoon sunlight. Her limbless remnant of a torso was out on the couch where Helen had left it. "Hey, Hel... You're gonna be fine. You got more brains than the rest of them combined." "Helen stuffed a binder into her case. "You think so?" "Yeah! I mean... Look at the fucking... Bullshit-Something-Oak Plaza they put along the Promenade. Snooze." Helen laughed. Tera was happy that there was the one constructive thing she could do, having only a ding-dong stuck to her head and a tiny, stump of a body. She could make Helen laugh. "You have good a good eye for designs." "OK. All right. Yes, I do, don't I?" Helen stared at the veritable landfill of diagrams and forms, then looked up to Tera with an excited, frightened look. Helen was hot. Her

8. Sammy and The Grand Air War.

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8. Sammy and The Grand Air War.

Chapter Eight is a three part series, which can be read in any order. This is how Sammy fares. You can alternatively read about Averil or Clara first, depending on which character you prefer. Clara - Sexytimes, and secrets. Averil - Airship battles, and reveals. Sammy - Stealth missions and experiments. You chose Sammy, the young secret agent. You have chosen wisely. --- The Scepter flew straight on, breaking formation. The sounds of cannon flared in the distance. Captain Dalby shouted, "LIGHTS OUT! NOW!" Sammy watched as the crew snuffed anything with a flame. Behind them she could see flares of light illuminating the rest of their fleet for brief moments, followed seconds later by the booming sound of each fusillade. Looking around she was able to spot Agent 12. "What's going on? I don't understand," she said in a shaky voice. "Quiet," he looked grim. "We gotta mission, 'member?" Crew were quietly rushing around them to open up more sail. "Just stay out of the way

8. Clara and The Grand Air War.

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8. Clara and The Grand Air War.

Chapter Eight is a three part series, which can be read in any order. This is how Clara fares. You can alternatively read about Averil or Sammy first, depending on which character you prefer: Clara - Sexytimes, and secrets. Averil - Airship battles, and reveals. Sammy - Stealth missions and experiments. You chose Clara, the innocent hero of Brinnsmore, and closet pervert. You have chosen wisely. --- Clara took in the nude form of Maria, Grand Duchess Maria Carrow-Galvin of Brinnsmore. Her body was perfect; she stood in a daring pose, curvaceous and porcelain. She reflexively averted her eyes, a difficult endeavor in her neck brace. "Our dearest Commander, you are more than permitted to look. We shall be seeing you in the same state before you know it." "I'm-I'm sorry, Your Grace." Clara slowly turned to look at her again. The Grand Duchess' visage was grim. "How must We get it through your rubber skull to call Us MARIA?!" "S-Sorry... Maria. I'll remember." "Good."

8. Averil and The Grand Air War.

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8. Averil and The Grand Air War.

Chapter Eight is a three part series, which can be read in any order. This is how Averil fares. You can alternatively read about Clara or Sammy first, depending on which character you prefer: Clara - Sexytimes, and secrets. Averil - Airship battles, and reveals. Sammy - Stealth missions and experiments. You have chosen Averil, the fiery fist of the heavens. You have chosen wisely. --- Averil watched the Scepter break ranks and continue. She had been on missions like that as an agent and let it go. "Reload and fire," she said, "We need as many hits on it as possible!" It was a huge airship. A gunner came running up and Smeale reported to her. "Not the Hemelberg, Cap'n Crellin! It's the Wolkbreker!" Averil's pupils dilated. "Signal all ships! Attack in formation but steer far from center!" She hobbled on her peg to gaze on their mighty adversary. "All port guns, fire at will." "PORT CANNONS! LOAD SHOT! FIRE AT WILL," cried Smeale. The cry was echoed, and there was

Tera - Helen's Yoga Class

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Tera - Helen's Yoga Class

Helen got out of her car and locked it. She was wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, something she would have never dared to do in her previous life. Her breasts were enormous, and blocked the view of the obvious bulge in her pants. She was wearing a men's thong that she had ordered online. They seemed to be the only undergarment that made sense at this point. She walked across the street and around the corner to Lazy Cat Yoga. Along the way were the familiar stares of people trying to understand what they were looking at. Due to her altered position in reality, people weren't disturbed by her partial boner, just... interested. It made things easier, to be honest. Upon entering the yoga studio, she aside her shoulder bag and trainers, and padded into the room barefoot. She was greeted by her new friends and Tia, the instructor. It was her first time teaching, and Helen wanted to support her. "Hel!" Tia ran over and nuzzled Helen's hip. It was her way of hugging, as she

7. Clara and The Grand Air War

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7. Clara and The Grand Air War

The story so far: Carrow is a small nation on the coast, and its capitol, Brinnsmore is the home of our new friends. To the east is the Jevannus League, a confederation of city-states and principalities bent on acquiring their own seaport. Brinnsmore is in their sights, and Jevian air attacks have become more frequent in the past months, pushing both nations closer to all-out war. Clara Rowan: A young woman taken from home and drafted into the Air Ministry. Her body is modified - her limbs have been completely removed and her breasts now generate a lighter-than air gaseous compound that expands with body heat. Due to her recent experiences, has begun to push the envelope of decency. Basically, clothes seem to be a pointless nuisance. Her neck is currently healing from having taken a cannon shot to the back of the head. Devulcanization saved her life, but left her neck horribly stretched out, and in a brace. Averil Parsnip Crellin: Formerly known as Agent 23, an operative

Tera Goes Missing. Sorta?

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Tera Goes Missing. Sorta?

Sgt Guillermo "Memo" Medina was catching up some paperwork from the week when reception called him on the intercom. "Sargent, we have a person here reporting a theft--" There was indistinct screaming in the intercom. "Calm DOWN Ma'am! A missing person. They're reporting a missing person." Medina hit the button and the security door grated his ear with a harsh buzz. He wasn't prepared to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid his eyes on. She was blonde, early 30's, about 5'5" with an amazing figure. Her huge breasts wobbled under her athletic top as she ran/walked towards him. Her yoga pants were stuffed with bulge that almost went down to her left knee. It was disconcerting, but oddly... attractive? Wait, why am I... His reverie was cut off as he noticed the head of another woman in her arms. Is that the one from the news? "Please help! I need to report a missing person!!" She was in tears. "Name?" "Her name is Tera T-E-R-A Smith. She's--" "Your name." "Oh

Taking a Leap

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Taking a Leap

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” -Mae West “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” -John Lennon --- Life was good. Past tense. I'm sitting here at my welcome home party. Loved ones are here to congratulate me. Friends are here to try to get me drunk. I want to. Badly. Pain medication, though. Speaking of pain, it's like my dad's old U2 cassette, The Unforgettable Fire. I hate all of this. Even my fucking ex-boyfriend is here. I fumbled to open his gift. Knee-high socks. People giggled and cheered, but I knew it was his shitty schoolgirl fetish. Not that I'm much better. Look, I hate this moment. If you're going to be here too, let's just flash back. Please? --- I think a lot of this started because of daytime talk shows. The classic ones from the '90s. They paraded around people with physical adversities with a slick veneer of concern for their experience, when the captions would say things like, "Up next
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Thank you SO much for visiting! I started writing when COVID-19 began to escalate and I got sick. Almost everything you see here is from the deranged mind of a woman in quarantine.

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Here are the series so far:

Coming Out a Head:

Written back in 2008, and republished here. A woman is reduced to just a head to save her life after an accident. She is nursed back to health on an estate FULL of monstergirls. Allllllll sorts of monstergirls, including a dragon lady named Prissy. (Probably my favorite character)

Smut-o-meter: 6

Tera Vs. The Pendant:

March 2020. Written in a COVID-addled fever dream. Helen accidentally transforms Tera, the office bully with a wish giving pendant. She goes off the rails and transforms her almost out of existence.

Smut-o-meter: Haha....numbers.

Alice Booth - A Constant Replacement:

April 2020. Alice lives in sort of a parallel present with a condition that causes parts of her body to fall off. She employs a schlock doc to graft mechanical replacements for her, as The State won't do it.

Smut-o-meter: 1

Can't Break My Flo:

May 2020. Florence lost her arms, and her best friend Maggie helped put her life back together. The problem is, Flo is a total jerkwad and uses her wiles to get people to do everything for her. Series is in progress, last chapter unfinished.

Smut-o-meter: 4? Yeah 4.


Clara and the Grand Air War:

May 2020. The small nation of Carrows is under siege by the Jevian League, a confederation of city-states, bent on acquiring a port city. Clara is a young woman drafted into the Air Ministry to serve in the Lift Crew, a squad of other young women with altered bodies. Breast inflation, elastic limbs, airship battles, and limblessness.

Smut-o-meter: 8

A Quick Pat on the Back - or - Constant Hubris

A Quick Pat on the Back - or - Constant Hubris

In the six months I have been on deviantArt, my page has hit 10k views and my stories have been read 26k times. It's surreal in a lot of ways; I want to by happy about it, but at the same time, there's a shadow of anxiety. I've stumbled a few times, regretted some decisions and made a fool of myself. I've also surprised myself by plunging into writing in a public sphere and seeing what happens. My writing method is haphazard, ramshackle and widdershins. Often, I read my stories after posting them and see mistakes I made after being awake for 20 hours. The concurrent three-part Grand Air War chapter was like that. I feel like I need to tighten up my writing, to make it into a process that MAKES SENSE. However... Tera would never had existed unless I took the Gonzo approach to fiction. It's Piet Mondrian vs Jackson Pollock in a pit with nothing but dildos to bludgeon each other with. My lovely boy Pollock usually wins. And if there was a critique of either, Mondrian's use of
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The Clara story is done. It made me cry.. I'm really happy with it.

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So, are you Phenodyree? The one who wrote in gammatelier?

NiceTeaGirlHobbyist Writer

Yes! ^_^

BigPump5Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey? Where’d you go? It’s been quite a while since your most recent episode. Just checking in, because I really love your series.
NiceTeaGirlHobbyist Writer

I had so much going on in my life, I needed to take a mental break. Chapter 7 is in the works, I just need to get the momentum back

BigPump5Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That’s completely understandable, take your time
NiceTeaGirlHobbyist Writer

Aw thanks for the spam!