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Charmside is a coastal city, and there's actually a large strip of shoreline that falls inside the city limits. The sun is shining, and like everything here, the air seems to shimmer with an unnatural vibrancy. It's the beach, but magic.
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As I step out into the sun, I'm filled with excitement. Today, I'm here to meet someone.
It's my first time hanging out with a monster!
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I scan the beach, taking in the sun and the monstrous beachgoers. And they are monstrous. Gorgeous, cute, weird monster folks laughing, wading in the water, sunbathing... in the distance past the ocean, an enormous mountain of tentacles looms; it takes me a moment to make out a big eye and chubby cheeks. Everywhere I look, something amazing grabs my attention... is it weird to be this giddy? Ah, but that's not why I'm here.
The person I'm here to meet is kind and incredibly charming young monster woman, and someone I'm happy to be able to call a friend.
We met on only my second day in town. She could tell right away that I was a new face... actually, she walked right up to me at the supermarket to give me her phone number.
Normally you would think of that as flirting, right? But it's weird. With this girl, it's hard to tell... I'm sure you'll see what I mean.
Since then, we've been texting every day. And yesterday, she asked me if I wanted to join her at the beach. I said yes, naturally. I haven't had a chance to get some sun since I got here.
And, of course, I mentioned the blog I'm running and asked if she'd like to be part of the series. She seemed totally on board with it -- and so, here we are!
But where is she...?
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For a while, I have trouble finding her on the shore. But I'll know her when I see her. The girl I'm meeting here isn't hard to pick out of a crowd.
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Like I said, you can't miss her.
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I apologize profusely, but she just waves it off.
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Her name is Drippy, and from what I gather, she's something of a local celebrity. Watching her strike a cute pose, it's easy to see why; she's bright and cheery and she radiates warmth. I can't help but get a little starstruck!
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Once we've greeted, the first thing she asks me is if she can hold my hand. It trips me up for a moment, but I find myself so disarmed that I offer my hand without a second thought. It's a small bit of affection, but the kind that Drippy gives out easily. Her palm is soft, fingers delightfully chubby.
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It's hard to describe Drippy tactfully. She's medium-height, with a pair of big -- um, horns -- that look like they've been dipped in strawberry fondant. Her hair is full of pink flowers, and she wags her little tail constantly when she's cheery -- which is, essentially, always.
When she speaks, she's very quiet, and she often prefers to nod or smile in answer to questions. She's the kind of person you feel instantly comfortable around, with a welcoming and charming demeanor that I can only imagine she's spent a lot of time refining to practiced precision. She emits a kind of soft, and, bouncy warmth, that, um... is really big, and, uh...
Okay look her boobs are huge
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No no no wait, please, backspace on that, that didn't come out right. It's just, uh, I, uh... What do I... How do I...
I said it's hard to describe Drippy tactfully, and I mean it -- I'm genuinely struggling with how to approach this topic!! But if we're here to talk about monsters, I'd be remiss not to mention it. She told me I could write anything I wanted here, so I'll try to keep it respectful.
From what I understand, Drippy is a cowgirl? Not the wild west kind, but the kind that... is a cow? In a city of monsters, this is her monstrous form. And I don't mean to suggest that's a bad thing. But, in the interest of preserving my journalistic integrity, from here on out I'm going to try to avoid discussing her... material assets. I'm here to get to know her on a level beyond, you know?
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Drippy is the first to make smalltalk as she lays out a beach towel. "So what have you been up to, Aster?"
Disarmed, I answer honestly. "Oh, um... I haven't had much of a chance to get out of my apartment yet, to be honest," I say. "Actually, if you hadn't given me the excuse, I'd probably still be cooped up at home..."
"You don't have to be shy," she says with a smile. "If you're having trouble meeting folks, I could always introduce you to a few friends of mine."
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That comment has me excited, but I try to play it cool. "Well, certainly, I mean, if you're offering, then I'd love to meet..."
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"Your... two friends..."
"Huh? I didn't say two," Drippy says, as she pulls off her shirt.
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I almost sprain my neck spinning around when I catch myself staring. But Drippy just laughs and discards her shirt, revealing her swimsuit underneath.
For some reason, my heart is pounding. I shut my eyes and tell it to knock it off. It's a beach trip -- of course swimsuits are gonna be involved!! But I stand around like a dummy, hesitating to get changed myself. You have to understand -- it's the juxtaposition, right? Compared to Drippy, it would be charitable to call my physique uninteresting.
Wait... why do I care about that? This isn't a date! This is JOURNALISM, Aster!
Before I can get too trapped in my own head, I pull off my shirt and my shorts...
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In the bright light, I realize my tanlines are showing. Oh, jeez!! I forgot about that. They only serve to highlight how skimpy this new suit is compared to what I usually swim in... (Is this what they call "environmental storytelling"?)
But the sunlight and the sea breeze tickle my skin, and it feels good. Confidence, Aster!!
Drippy takes a look at me and chirps happily.
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She wades into the water, and I tag along. I get the sense that she has a routine here, and out of curiosity, I ask: "Do you come to the beach a lot?"
"Yeah," she says. "It's always so warm here... and the sun is great for my flowers."
Intrigued, I point to the flowers in her hair. She looks confused for a moment before she gets what I'm asking, then nods with a smile. She runs her fingers through them.
"Do they, like... do they grow on you?"
Drippy nods again. "I guess you could say gardening them is one of my hobbies," she says cheerily.
That takes me aback a little. It's so cute I almost wanna yell. Imagining this cowgirl happily watering the flowers in her hair every morning... it's almost too much.
It makes me wonder, though. If the flowers are part of her body, what do they have to do with being a cowgirl?
I almost fall over under a sudden wave, and I forget the question as soon as it came. Instead, a new thought takes its place.
If I linger in this city, its magic will eventually make me a monster too. I accepted that when I came here, of course. I don't have many attachments to the shape that I have now. But I find myself thinking... it'd be nice if I ended up with such cute quirks as Drippy.
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After that...
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We spend a while doing whatever comes to mind, and as I'm pulled into Drippy's easy groove, the mild embarrassment from earlier falls away.
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Mostly.
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She's such a chill person to hang out with. She doesn't talk much, but she doesn't need to. She's the kind of person you just like to share a room with. Or a beach.
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And I feel like I'm starting to come out of my shell a bit, too.
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With that warm fuzzy feeling, the whole afternoon passes in a moment.
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At some point or another, as we're lazing on our beach towel basking in the glow, it occurs to me that for what was supposed to be an interview piece, I still haven't asked Drippy many questions.
So as the sun starts to fall, I decide to just ask whatever comes to mind.
"What's your favorite color?"
Drippy thinks about it for a surprisingly long time before answering, "Pink, I think."
"Do you like living here?"
"I couldn't live anywhere else."
"How long have you been in Charmside?"
"About four years."
"Umm... do you have any hobbies?"
"I like to read," she says. "Sometimes I'll spend the whole day in bed with a book. And umm... I like to do papercrafts. And make milk!"
I make a confused noise at that last one.
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"With my boobs," Drippy says matter-of-factly, presenting them with both hands as if I forgot what boobs were.
I almost shatter into a thousand pieces.
Drippy pouts. "What? Everyone likes milk. Plus if I don't milk them, they get really sore... Aster?"
"I'm fine," I yell, almost choking on nothing at all. She looks at me with her head tilted.
"You know, I've been wondering this the whole time, but... are you trying not to talk about my boobs?"
Caught out. The only thing I can do is be honest. "Ah... that is, um... yes?"
"How come?"
"W--well, I mean... I don't want to be rude, or make you uncomfortable, or anything..."
"Hmm?" She looks genuinely puzzled. "Aren't you here to learn about monsters, though? I'm a monster. And these are my monster parts." Drippy puffs out her chest. "It's kind of my thing, you know?"
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I'm blown away by Drippy's total nonchalance. "Y--your... your thing?"
Drippy stands up and brushes the sand off her thighs. "I think I get it," she says. "You don't know how the Curse works, do you?"
"Ummmm... the Curse," I say, searching. "If you stay in Charmside for more than a few nights, you'll eventually turn into a monster. I know that much."
"Yeah," says Drippy. "But you don't just change into any old thing. The Curse takes what's inside your heart and puts it outside. Every monster's body is a reflection of themselves... even if some people are a little surprised to find out what was in there."
She turns around to face me, silhouetted by the setting sun. "You know, to someone like me, it's living on the outside that made me feel like a real monster. Having a body that never really felt like it was me..."
I get to my feet, feeling humbled. "I'm sorry, Drippy... I hope I didn't come off as patronizing."
But Drippy just smiles. "Y'know what a body like this is great for, Aster?"
"Wh--what's that?"
"My favorite thing in the world... my *real* hobby..."
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"...is CUDDLING!!"
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heaven is real
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"Aster?" I hear Drippy's voice. "You kind of zoned out there for a moment." I realize we've pulled apart.
I scramble for words. "Um... I, uh... I'm..." Deep breath. "You got big boobs so that you could c--cuddle really good?"
"I mean, I think that's why. The Curse works in mysterious ways."
"Th--that's... that's..."
"What?" Drippy pouts. "If you wanna be good at football, you gotta get really buff. It's the same exact thing."
I decide not to object to that line of logic.
Drippy pats her tits. "And anyway, boobs are just really good. Like, they're so soft, and heavy, and toasty... they're kind of my special interest. You could say I'm a boob hobbyist."
"I'd say you're more of a professional..."
Drippy giggles.
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I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything. "If your body's a reflection of what's in your heart, then... you must be a very, um... s--soft... umm..."
Drippy nods vigorously. "Do you know what's so messed up about the world outside?" (She's getting really into this now.) "People go around every day, all day, and they don't... they don't *touch* each other. Everybody has a body and we all just... go around pretending we don't."
"Not everybody wants to touch," I offer.
"Of course. But like... when you *do*? Then what? Nobody *says* it. It's so hard to say. Everybody's so embarrassed to have feelings, or want contact... Nobody ever just turns to their friend and says, 'Wanna cuddle?'" Drippy throws up her hands. "Just say it!! Just be honest!!"
The way that she talks, I feel like there's a long personal history behind those words... I can't help but take her side.
Drippy keeps going. "In a city like this, where everyone's wearing their heart on their sleeve... it's a little harder to talk yourself out of doing what you really want. And that's me, I guess. Warm and soft and honest... that's the only way I want to be. It's so much simpler."
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She's...
So cool!!
I knew she was cute, and kind, and cheery. But behind that easygoing attitude is a whole undercurrent of conviction. I don't just want to be her friend; I want to be more *like* her. To be that honest and forthcoming... it's the coolest thing in the world to me.
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We both take a few deep breaths, letting the energy from before wash over us. From somewhere, the scent of a bonfire wafts past, marking how late it's gotten. I feel totally content.
"Anyway, I gotta get out of this top," Drippy says, and begins unceremoniously tugging off her bikini bra. "Feels like I'm gonna explode in this!"
My heart shoots through my throat.
I must have been making a face, because Drippy glances at me and pauses. I make some kind of easy gesture, trying to play it cool. "You can take yours off too if you want," she offers. "I don't mind!"
"I--I'm okay," I say, glad that she misread my awkwardness. "My, I mean, I don't really have much of a, um, a chest, so um... I don't have an excuse..."
Drippy laughs. "You don't need an excuse, silly. Big or small, titties deserve to be free!"
Well...
At this point, I can't argue with that.
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...And that's the how I ended up here, tits out on the beach with a gorgeous cowgirl who might be my new best friend, wondering at just how unexpectedly my first outing in the world of monsters has gone thus far.
It isn't where I thought I'd be, but... well... I certainly wouldn't trade this lovely day for anything.
"Ahh, I'm so sore... I don't usually keep my top on that long." Drippy runs her palms gently over her tits; I can see little red lines where the straps have dug into her skin, creases where the fabric was folded.
Drippy catches me looking, and without missing a beat, she says, "Wanna give 'em a massage?"
"A m--massage?" I stutter.
"It feels sooo good when they've been cooped up for a whole day," she says, tilting her head back. "I can do you too if you want!"
A hundred words catch in my throat, and they're all excuses. I'm not sure how to respond.
But... then I think back to what Drippy said. If you want to touch, you should just be honest.
Do...
Do I want to...?
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No points if you already guessed.
The first thing I'm struck by is how warm they are. I cup the massive things in both hands, awkwardly, unsure of myself, and they feel *toasty*.
I marvel at the way they shift softly just from the lightest touch. It's the law of displacement in action. As my fingers sink into one part, some other part gently responds. My own chest has always been so flat... I had no idea just how soft these things could get.
"Um... s--so... what should I do now?" I ask, too embarrassed to look Drippy in the eyes.
"What do you *wanna* do?" she asks. "That's what you should do."
"Just like... b--blanket consent?"
Drippy beams at me. "I'll tell you if you do anything I don't want, but I think we're on the same page."
I blush furiously. She's read me like a newspaper. "Well... that goes for me too," I find myself saying. I'm almost surprised to hear the words come out of my mouth, like some part of my brain committed mutiny to get them through. But it only takes me a few seconds to realize: I mean it. I really mean it!!
Drippy makes a satisfied noise, and my chest fills with happy excitement.
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She leans back and I instinctively follow her, taking her huge tits in both palms.
Her nipples are so swollen, hard but not hard. I realize they've been poking out of her suit the whole day. I wonder if they're *always* like that...? They're big between my fingers, these nubs, easily three times the size of mine; but on Drippy's chest, they don't look out of place.
She's so soft, and the only way I can describe the feeling of kneading her boobs is just -- *satisfying*. I feel warm in my belly.
I watch her expression, cautious not to do anything that she wouldn't like, but she's just got her eyes closed, looking content.
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I start to fall into a dreamy groove. As the sun sets, the sea breeze takes on a bit of a chill, and we instinctively pull closer.
Her body is hot and squishy. Every part of it is satisfying to squeeze, grab, grope, feel on my cheeks and the insides of my thighs. It's a place to play and be comfortable, or a warm bed on a cold morning that you never want to leave.
I feel a little inadequate, wondering what it is Drippy could be getting out of me; I might have mumbled it out loud, and in response she grabs my butt and tells me I'm something small and cute and fun to hold. In my snuggly haze, I'm giddy to have a purpose.
Is this still journalism? I feel like my brain is tumbling through marshmallows!!
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When she drapes her tits over my body I'm stunned by the weight of them, and I wonder how it must feel to carry them with her every day, if it's tiring or painful or inconvenient.
"That's how I know they're there," she says simply. The words paint a picture in my mind.
"Do people stare...?"
"If they do, I hope it makes them happy," she says.
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Drippy snakes her way up my body, tits dragging across my skin; her nipples tickle my sides a little.
"A--are you really okay doing this kind of stuff with me...?" I ask, suddenly unsure again, as I start to realize just how close our bodies are getting.
"We're friends, aren't we?"
"Y--yeah, but... that's what I mean. We're friends."
"Hmm...?"
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"I thought the whole point of being friends was doing fun things together," says Drippy.
My gut flutters. "I guess that's true..."
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me if you like this, then," she giggles, and moves in --
-- pausing long enough for me to realize what's happening and, despite myself, give her a little nod to continue.
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Soft...
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At that point, everything starts to blend together.
We do a lot of things, somehow toeing the line between sexual and not sexual. Just drifting, cuddling, snuggling, groping...
Drippy seems to fixate on my chest. It feels like she's had a lot of practice at this... I wonder dreamily how many other chests she's squeezed.
"I do this all the time, you know," she says, as if reading my mind. "My door's always open for slumber parties."
She's so cute..., I think, in between her expertly tweaking my nipples. Every time she does it, I feel a rush of warm butterflies. I can tell she's focusing intently, like she's exploring a new toy. I can't help but let out small noises as she works.
And then...
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I'm not sure when it happened, but -- just from the feeling of her fingers pinching me, I'm already at my limit. It's been building all day. I squirm involuntarily, suddenly flooded with embarrassment, but Drippy keeps me still, hugging me to her chest as she keeps working my tits.
"Ah--"
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My body jerks and arches off the ground as the waves come and come. It feels different from touching myself; the sensation is diffuse, all over, in a way that I haven't felt before. Drippy holds onto me, and I'm thankful for it, feeling as though I might float away if she let go. And I'm not even paying attention to the noises I'm making.
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It happened all at once, so suddenly I didn't even see it coming.
But Drippy definitely *did* see me coming. Oh, no. Oh, no.
"S--sorry," I quiver, suddenly flooded by all the embarrassment I'd been suppressing. The waves are still running through me, taking their sweet time dying down. "I... I..."
But Drippy's giggling, and she just says...
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"Fun things to do with friends, Aster."
My bikini bottom is completely drenched.
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I run off to the shower to hose myself down. It might've been a mistake, as the dusk air bites my freshly-wet skin, sending a shiver through me. Weirdly, the first thing I think of to warm up isn't a towel, but Drippy's body. I feel like my head's been taken over.
As I walk back to our towel, I start to scheme. Two can play at this game.
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I try to be sly about it, as I get back to Drippy, and say, "Oh yeah... I never finished doing you."
Drippy, who was starting to look a little sleepy, immediately perks up. She puffs out her chest, offering. "Be my guest," she says proudly.
I take one of her huge tits in my hands. Again I'm stunned at the size of it, even though I should be used to this by now. Even with both hands I can't fully enclose it. Her boob folds and bulges under its own mass as I lift it, staring down her nipple like the barrel of a gun. I gulp.
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I close my lips around her big nipple. It's soft and tastes faintly of sea salt, and my mouth instantly starts watering. I give her a few light kisses first, hoping to get a reaction, and when I feel her shift and sigh ever so slightly, I know it's my signal to attack.
(How far gone am I? Was I a journalist once...?!)
I take a deep breath, and start sucking in earnest.
But as soon as I do --
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My mouth is suddenly full of hot milk.
Shocked, I pull back, and now my whole face is wet. I make a confused noise, and Drippy starts laughing. Sweet liquid runs down my chin onto my chest, and I swallow before I realize it.
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"And that's why they call me Drippy!"
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...It tastes like strawberry, if you were wondering.
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I'm sure you get the picture of what happened after that. It was another few hours before we finally packed up.
Thus concludes my report on my first outing in the world of monsters!
I know, I know, it's a weird note to end on. But this whole trip was weird. Drippy's weird.
And I'm weird, too!
I part ways with Drippy feeling refreshed deep in my soul. I feel like I unlocked something inside me, and made a new best friend, too.
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When I started this blog, I wasn't sure what story I wanted to tell. To be honest, I came at this whole thing without a clear idea of just what kind of "journalism" it was that I was actually planning to do in the city of monsters.
Now, I'm sure.
I want to meet all sorts of wonderful monsters like Drippy, and I want to learn to see the world through their eyes.
Even if that means getting my tits groped or cumming all over the beach.
Um, actually, especially if it means that.
jshfgakjshfgasjhfg okay this post is already way too long bye
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P.S.: There's still the unanswered question of when *I'll* turn into a monster. What shape will I take? What might it have say about what's in my heart? So far, there's been no signs of change. But I have to admit that my trip with Drippy made me kind of excited -- maybe even giddy -- about the prospect.
So when Drippy plucked one of her flowers out and told me about their... special enchantment, of *course* I wanted to try it out.
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I'll give you the full review later.
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I, um... I still need time to...
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Test it out a bit more, and...
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Get back to you.
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######posted by Aster at 3:19 PM
*This article is part of my ongoing series of interviews with Charmsiders. If you like my work, you can buy me a cup of tea at teatime.charm/asterasks.*
What if the body you were given at birth wasn't the one you were stuck with? What if your body, like your clothes, your art style, or your favorite movie, was an extension of your personality and your ideals?
In the mysterious city of Charmside, where magic swirls invisibly in the air like pollen, miraculous acts and strange creatures are as mundane as coffee and taxes. But that magic exacts a price on those who choose to live here: Stay too long within the walls of this city, and its power will turn you into a monster.
Unthinkable to most of us in the outside world, the threat of The Curse has long kept Charmside isolated from prying eyes and intrepid bloggers. And yet the city grows in population every day. To the steady stream of magic-seekers who move here from all around the world, it seems, the prospect of becoming a monster isn't so frightening at all.
I've now lived in this strange city for nearly a month as part of the close-knit neighborhood of non-natives called New Moon Alley. With this blog, I set out to meet my new neighbors and get a feel for who they are -- and to ask them the one important question: What does being a monster mean to you?
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[[<img src="ui/ui_next.png" alt="Next page">->1]]*Thank you so much for reading my gratuitous titty comic!!
Gosh, this took a long time to put together. It was supposed to be a two-month project, but due to a lot of what I will charitably call "learning moments," it ended up taking nearly half a year. If you spot any inconsistencies in the art, that's why -- I developed a completely new process for drawing and rendering this kind of art over the course of this project.
In hindsight, it ended up like something halfway between a comic and a storybook, or a visual novel without the sprites. I ultimately called it a "twine comic," since I put it together in Twine, and I feel like that's apt.
As a result of everything I've learned during this process, I'm not totally sure what form the next installment of Aster Asks! will take, but... lately, I keep thinking about visual novels... we'll see!
If you like the illustrations, don't forget to download the full-res art pack to get them all in absurdly high resolution! It includes some wallpapers for your phone and desktop, too!
If you want to keep up with what I'm doing and get updates on the next projects I have planned, you can follow me on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/drool_cutie"; target="_blank">Twitter</a>. From there you can get links to my other accounts, and I'll even have a website soon enough.
Finally, thank you to my wonderful friends for their thoughts and feedback, to my roommates for putting up with me and buying me sushi on long nights, and especially to my wonderful partner <a href="http://www.twitter.com/electrumcube"; target="_blank">Q-LUM</a>, who flatted every single illustration in here, likely saving me weeks of work. Let's get gluten free pad thai very soon.
That's about it! Thanks again for buying my titties!*
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↶↷A Squishy, Squirty Seaside Celebration
posted by Aster at 3:19 PM
This article is part of my ongoing series of interviews with Charmsiders. If you like my work, you can buy me a cup of tea at teatime.charm/asterasks.
What if the body you were given at birth wasn't the one you were stuck with? What if your body, like your clothes, your art style, or your favorite movie, was an extension of your personality and your ideals?
In the mysterious city of Charmside, where magic swirls invisibly in the air like pollen, miraculous acts and strange creatures are as mundane as coffee and taxes. But that magic exacts a price on those who choose to live here: Stay too long within the walls of this city, and its power will turn you into a monster.
Unthinkable to most of us in the outside world, the threat of The Curse has long kept Charmside isolated from prying eyes and intrepid bloggers. And yet the city grows in population every day. To the steady stream of magic-seekers who move here from all around the world, it seems, the prospect of becoming a monster isn't so frightening at all.
I've now lived in this strange city for nearly a month as part of the close-knit neighborhood of non-natives called New Moon Alley. With this blog, I set out to meet my new neighbors and get a feel for who they are -- and to ask them the one important question: What does being a monster mean to you?
