April Progress Report: A Sexy Sampling Tray

I've been busy writing! And trying to sell a b̶r̶i̶d̶g̶e̶  house! And being sick! But it's only the writing you're here for, so let's get to that. 

Cloud 10

I've dedicated most of my available time to getting Cloud 10, the smutty exploration sci-fi game I'm co-producing with Noobsaleh, into a state where we can unveil a build to the public. An alpha will be available to a test bed in early May (if you'd like to be part of that please get in touch), and a full public build in early June. Here's a sample from an orgy with a flock of poggi, shortstack harpies, you can play a central role in if you play your cards right:

You take a mouthful of their drink after carefully making sure they do first, and try not to splutter. Something like schnapps, gut-burn, probably doubles as engine cleaner. Still, it does the job. The talk gets looser, more salacious. Small, grabby hands slide up your body, supposedly to admire your suit, but mostly to grope your dick, pussy and boobs. Alcoholic fire spreads through you; you enjoy the attention. 

"I guess you girls must have ways to look after yourselves out here," you say softly, eyeing the captain with your arm around one of her more delightful crew, hand full of her soft, plump ass.

"You want to watch, do you, tallie?" the captain responds, sprawled out on a couch like a queen of old in dungarees. "Stud-girls usually do." She gestures, and two giggly, red-cheeked poggi clamber up on the table and after suppressing fits of drunken giggles perform a sultry little feather dance, losing their inhibitions in the shuffle of their bright feathers, folding and unfolding over succulent, plump flesh, somewhere between a burlesque and a peacock’s display. 

You mould your grip into the pogg’s butt as you watch, lost in the mesmerizing carnality of it, your thick prick hardening. A sharp cough draws your attention back to the captain. She’s shucked off her stained dungarees, claws brushing her small, pert breasts and bare mound, arching her back on the couch.

"No more messing around," she demands huskily "Get over here and mate with me."

Bizzy

I'm still chipping away at Bizzy, the subby kaithrit camwhore you can buy and progress the career of in TiTS. I haven't been able to get as much done with her as I'd like this month due to illness and other IRL concerns eating up my spare time, but still, she's fairly close to being ready now. Here's her doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cCriJrBKXD79Wt-_rB-XRZBHa88jsWStSKLco-NnugQ/edit?usp=sharing

A large part of her content is expanding her from flat chest to a big, pillowy titty kitty, as you can see here:

First she spends a couple of minutes teasingly pulling out her perky, pretty breasts, pleasuring them with sweeps of her hands, tweaking her nipples until they’re as hard and erect as pencil rubbers. Then she draws out the popsicle-shaped gene-mod into view, slowly unwraps it, brushes the gleaming ice against her lips.

“I love these things,” she groans, eyes almost closed, her lips turning ruby red as the wet cold slides over them. “They’re so sweet, and then I take it, and the sweetness goes inside, filling me, changing me… making me more sexy, more slutty… ohh. I can’t help it. I want it inside of me!”

She draws it back until the blunt tip is pressed against her pursed lips, then pushes it inside, cheeks hollowing, spearing it back and forth into her mouth, pleasuring the thing. She moans as she does it, a little drool of purple making its way down her pale chin. Fucking… Void. No wonder the viewer count is still escalating rapidly.

She does it with increasing forcefulness, face-fucking herself with the gleaming popsicle, hard enough that her breasts jiggle briskly. And, once again, they expand. She’s got several different cameras set up now, each capturing a different angle of her shaking frame, and with your privileged access you can flick to any with a simple movement of your eyes. 

So as her boobs grow, wonderful supple fatness blooming outwards, you can watch them from the side, from above, or directly in front, as if you were being smothered by them. They swell outwards into plentiful pear shapes, ever-so-slightly pendulous, dominating her front, in your face and impossible to ignore. As it happens Bizzy’s face burns, and she thrusts the gene-mod into her face all the harder, sucking that slutty sweetness down, transfixed by the erotic transformation. 

Breedwell: Premium Breeder

The Premium Breeder expansion is in the hands of trusty coder DrunkenZombie, and should be hitting a TiTS build soon. This was one of my last big projects for TiTS, I had a ton of fun with it and I'm glad it's finally going to see the light of day. Here's the sample from a bad end (one of three!):

After that first time, Patronella, pragmatic beast that she is, spends the rest of the day carefully tidying up her small farm and stocking its larder with enough food for two days. Then she spends those two days fucking you, working out whole weeks’ worth of pent up seed.

She hikes your [pc.legs] up against the barn door and thrusts her pink horse cock into your [pc.vagina0] until it streams [pc.femcum] and you are screaming her name; then she pushes you onto your [pc.knees] and muffles your pants with it, large hand wrapped around your [pc.hair] as she stretches your throat out with dripping bull dick. Then she bends you over a table and {helps herself to your [pc.vagina1] / pulverizes your pussy some more}. On and on it goes. 

Sometimes she cums, swelling out your gut and womb with vast amounts of cowmazon cum, spewing out over your back and face and [pc.chest] until you’re painted cream from top to bottom. It barely slows her down, only makes her grunt with approval, continuing to thrust her hosing cock into your [pc.anus], her warm, brown mass pinning your sweaty frame to the bed.

It’s utterly exhausting and your holes ache fiercely, but the farm bakes in the smell of her, salty and musky and crudely enthralling in a way that makes you arch your back and mewl in her presence, keeps you from ever tapping out. And your body has been adapted to take this. Your womb{s} throb{s} in delight to the regular bathings in stud seed {it / they} receive{s}. Your tummy greedily metabolizes the buttery lashings of seed it gets stuffed with, growls for more. [pc.eachVagina] stretch{es} out heroically, becoming the kind of softened, large, elastic fuck-hole{s} a big-dicked, oversexed cowmazon requires on a frequent basis. You dimly realize that she reached out to you for a reason.

You orgasm until you are senseless, you see her brown brawn and vast curves catching the light of the orange sun and your mouth waters, and so it is at the end of two days you are looking up her rippled abdomen, lapping the sweat off her apple-sized testicles, cum pouring out of your gaped pussy, returning her calm gaze with nothing but adoration.

“Mmm. That’s what I wanted to see,” Patronella murmurs. “My dad always said you ain’t earned the right to stick a bell on ‘em until they’ve started suckin your balls whilst lookin at you like that.”

Because I'm so inundated with stuff right now, there'll again be no vote on side content this month. Sorry! I haven't forgotten about the short story you voted for last month. I'm really glad you guys picked Crossroads Part 2, because I have very clear idea of how that story's going to develop, and I've made a good start on it. Look out for that, and some actual votes, at the end of May.

Thanks for all your support guys, and happy fapping/schlicking.