3D Art…

Slumping against a tall wooden wall. “Shit” I muttered. Digging for my keys because they were in my hand a minute ago. Staying out all night was not my style and frankly I still do not know what I had going on. Well, with my body… do not get me wrong I never had this, um, feeling before. Finally! I found what I was looking for, “My keys!”

Focusing on my key ring. “What in the hell do I need all these keys for?” Thunking my head against the door as the world went blurry for a second. Choosing a key (hoping it was the right one) and pressing it into the lock. “Fuck”, yes, that is right so far all of my words were curses. Feeling the night before starting to rumble up in my throat. Closing my eyes, trust me this helps. “Burp burp buuurrrrppppp!” The revolting taste that followed made me want to puke but managed to hold all of my innards where it should be. “Okay, okay. Let me try this again. Feeling the length along my thumb. Flipping through the keys just like the Rolla Dex that I had just beyond this wooden wall of a door.

‘Click’. That sound, was it, should it be! Feeling the wind rush by my head, bracing myself for the stumbling fall that I feared was coming! Catching myself by gripping the wooden wall as it swung open. “Okay, I am drunk.” Once again captain obvious but today… “Ohh, today” my eyes focused for the first time this morning. Watching as my cellphone reads seven fifty nine and I swear the seconds were speeding up. ‘Ooh Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh’ my alarm sounded. It sounded like a air raid siren, blaring so loud, so vivid that I fumbled the phone just to press the ‘Stop’ on the screen. “Shit” I may be blushing but this time I knew what the alarm meant.

“This is disgusting” but for the first time in three years my cure for drunkenness had to work. Slurping down the raw egg yolk, swallowing the Tabasco sauce mixed with kale and a splash of orange juice. Do not ask but it works. “Morning morning” if you think this is sad then you should see the hundreds of morning messages that rolled on my stream. Normally I would be upbeat, welcoming everyone but this morning I had to look away from that dizzying speed of messages coming in.

“Do I tell my viewers about last night or at least what I can recall? No” I had to look away from the messages. They just were coming in to fast today. “Alright” I started. “I see from all of the responses that Miss Miranda from the latest manga.” A lie, I know but in my defense anymore looking at the messages would cause my drunkenness cure would be covering my lap. In the newest ‘God’s Game We Play’ for some reason Miranda kept flashing in my head. So like any other artist I started to draw. As soon as I put the magic pen on the iPad all of the distractions were a thing of the past.

This is the first time for me to use my new 3D animation software. “Now I will admit this new software that I am using, well, it may take some time till I get the settings right. But I will do my best to make Miss Miranda complete.” Using my iPads features of zoom to put that extra touch into her beauty. Putting the curl’s in her hair, her long hair. Drawing her hair down to the top of her butt and using the basics to design her hair then going back to put in wisps and curls. By the time I was done with her hair my stomach told me it was time to leave my stream. “Wow, look at the time” I could finally glance at the messages and read them without getting sick. “I said that I would bring her to life but” looking at the time once again. “We shall take a look at her tomorrow. Thank you for viewing! Bye…” That was it, I cut the camera. “Fuck, it is four o’ five. That is eight hours just on her hair.” Pushing back from my computer and iPad. ‘Rumble’, coming from my stomach. “I need to get something to eat then see what is on the boob tube” that is a TV for those that do not recognize this slang.

Anyway, let me see what gourmet commands my stomach tells me tonight. Opening the freezer door, peering through the frost covered leafs. Looking over the cool morning of the more tempered side of the icebox. My stomach growled at the slightest hint of food. My brain on the other hand stood staunch on eating right. Leaving me stuck in the middle. “Alright, fine then” shutting the refrigerator door and popping open the freezer once again. Just like the coiled vipers of my imagination the cold wrapped around my arm while I picked the cabbage filled egg rolls. “A compromise” I said to both my stomach and my brain.

Waiting for that ding of the microwave to buzz. Waiting, waiting, waiting! Rubbing my hands over my face with the hint of Miranda whispers entering my ear. Closing my eyes so I could get to know my latest dream team girl to go on my Patreon account. Smiling at the lewd poses I could do for her. ‘Beep Beep Beep’ interrupted my fantasy with the promise of food. Opening my eyes, the microwave door and my mouth pretty much all at the same time. The bliss of eating something that I actually had to chew not drink. Feeling it hit my stomach to snarl the growl. Looking at the inside of my first egg roll to quiet my brain. But I could still hear something. Something was calling me. Calling me to open up my program again and just do a little touch up on her hair.

Blinking after what seemed like a lifetime of staring. Blinking because if I did not then my eyes would go on strike and leave me with nothing. Checking the time, “Sex o’ sex”. Blinking again to clear my eyes. “That makes sense now, six o’ six” laughing at my thoughts of sex actually being a time. “Who would have thought?” Running my pen down her red hair, stroking it like I was brushing it.

“That looks good but something is still wrong with this drawing.” Granted with everything else still under developed. Her body, her neck, her feet and hands. Taking that moment to hydrate myself. Swallowing the sweet water that flows from my faucet, hey I have to make things seem like I am living in my own imaginary world because in truth there is not much else but me and my drawings. Refocusing on the big picture. Tracing out her shoulder, letting her guide my pen. From her neck to each of the five digits of her fingers. “Ah, Miranda what happens if I was to take your hand?” Zooming in so I could design her perfect dainty hand. “Okay now Miranda… flex that hand” putting the finishing touches on her incredibly sized hand of ten and a half inches.

Blinking again because…, did I just see my drawing close her hand? “I… have to take a break.” Saying this like a world class surgeon that just performed a miracle. “Yeah, a miracle of a black and white drawing move” chuckling to myself. “Who would believe that a colorless woman with red hair could ever come alive” maybe a little nervousness behind that chuckle but still. Stepping away from my iPad, reaching for it before reminding myself that I would be right back. Here is a question for you, do you know the steps to the I have to pee like a Russian racehorse because it hit me like I had to pee yesterday! Washing my hands, filling my hydration cup and rubbing my eyes to get the sleepiness out. I looked around my apartment, the only light was coming from my iPad. My iPad, my window to my mind and all of the dark secrets that I have done in 2D. “That is just it” I thought, “Miranda is in 3D not in 2D, duh, man.”

There I was standing there with my finger on the power button listening to her begging me to continue drawing her. “Well, I really do not have anything else to do tonight.” My hand is quicker than my eye on this one because by the time I made up my mind I was already running my brush up her arm. Steading my quick stroke with a sudden arch to complete one arm. Of course I did not stop to admire my work, not yet. I had to complete her long back with the side bulge of sizeable breasts. I know from the manga she would have a c-cup which might or might not need a bulge but this is not the way I draw famous protagonist. “I have got to give them something to…” my mind went to the triple X side of the art. “Something that would make any man happy with such large breasts.” Oh, do not get me wrong her new chest size will only enhance once I spin her around butt first…

Drooling now that I have come to were her red hair ended. Drooling because I like butts. Big butts, small butts just any butt of the fairer sex. My imagination was already hard at work when my pen started to brush her cheek. Putting all of my efforts into the perfect butt. With the 2D art the butt was a dream come true but now that I had this new software! “Perfect!” I exclaimed. “That booty will make the rest of my dream team jealous.” Drawing the other cheek with the precision of a aircraft designer. “Almost finished, almost… just one more” stopping to admire the latest in butt work coupled with the perfect view of the pussy. Split lips as I zoomed in on her perfectly naughty pussy that at the moment was dry. “I do not know, maybe later I could give her something to be excited for.”

Extending the strokes of my pen till I had the slight bulges in her ankles done. Following my body’s instructions. “Time to hydrate and relieve myself” I said check the time before leaving for the restroom. “Six o’ six? That cannot be right, can it?” Shaking my head as I left my art studio, okay the guest bedroom but right now my art studio. “My art studio with Miranda as my muse” smiling as I returned. Smiling because I needed to spin her around. Smiling because I am brushing against her naked breasts. Holding her down so each stroke I make will leave a mark on her body. Tickling around each of her areola giving it the ultimate texture. Making the center a deeper brown as my pen encircles each one of her gorgeous nipples.

Now with her breasts, how shall I put this? They are not like some of the other artists. I do like a nice rack but let’s be real in order to create a nice rack you will have to, um, indulge yourself in your work. And after last night… that is one night that I will never again remember, well, besides the first couple of drinks and some fine butts that were twerking in my direction. Blushing because like no one is around and yet I still feel the presence of something.

Putting pen to iPad. Drawing Miranda till she is perfect in every way. Using the paint program I have just for projects like this. Putting a dark brown cap on her lips. Making the butthole the same color as the rest of her skin. Putting a rose hue to the right of each nipple and livening up her areola. By the time I had finished with her she looked like my wet dream. Perfect in every way, from the cup of her butt to the cup of her breasts. “Oh, how I just want you!” Did I mention that I am the only one living in this apartment. No one to get jealous over my lewd art. “But for now” tapping the stud at the top of the pad, in a blink the pad went dark.

Headed to bed, I was. Brushing my teeth, getting all foamy. Roaring like a dinosaur, do not laugh because I am doing that for you. Then rinsing my mouth out, gargling with mouthwash till my teeth looked like they belonged in the big picture. Smiling at my impressive work as I shut off the light. Now as I looked from the bathroom into the short hallway, to my left is the sweet surrender of another day of perfect performance from me. To the right… “Hang on” I gawked. Blinking as the light stared back. “I thought I had turned off everything?” Placing my hand on the door frame as I careened to the right.

Blinking like some dunce as I stared from the door at the source of the light. “Must have had a power surge or something” I said moving myself back to my art station. Sitting down to inspect my computer. Making sure everything was still in tack from my Twitch to everything else that I used my livelihood for. “Now let me check on Miranda” I said with a quick key stroke that got the program running. Watching it as it went from 0% to 4 then to 5, ten was next as the load bar filled quickly showing me the start-up screen. “Miranda, Miranda, …Miranda?” This was it, I saw her name, I clicked the folder, I clicked it again… “What in the hell” feeling my stomach getting tighter, my chest heaved, I was having a panic attack because she would not load! My wettest dream would not load so I could unload all over her digital boobs! Yes, a joke but still no Miranda! Seeing at the bottom of this program a way for me to contact the company who produces this program! My mouse was there in a heartbeat but something was wrong.

I could feel a breath that brushed my ear? I know I live here alone, my neighbor’s know this, my landlord knows this yet I could feel the breath of a intruder on my ear! Spinning towards the breath prepared to put my life on the line just to find out what happened to my 3D dream girl. Fist cocked, ready to swing and nothing! Nothing was there, not a soul, not even a fly buzzed the air. “Perhaps my imagination is getting the better of me. Yes, that is it. My imagination and nothing else.” Turning back to the screen to follow up on the missing Miranda. Moving the mouse because in the confusion I must have bumped it, moved it off of the ‘contact us’ tab that still was at the bottom of the screen. Getting reacquainted with the mouse, “Come on. Where Oh where are you” played through my mind as my thumb spin the ball on my mouse. “Great” I said exhausted. “This fucking computer has locked up on me. That must be the reason why the clock in the corner still says twelve fifteen!” How can this be? I know some times I love my work but spending an entire three quarters of the day working on Miranda, my dream girl is absurd.

Blinking or at least I thought so. Much to my surprise when I looked to my mouse I saw twin hands gripping it. “I know I live hear alone “ I mouthed. Waiting that long second for any sign that I was not seeing things. Feeling that breath as it passed my ear. Feeling my heartbeat increase because of this intruder actually had the audacity to place her hand over mine! Closing my eyes for only a half of a heartbeat, tensing as my body was ready to act without regard for my own well being. Going for the shortest route to pummel this intruder!

Did I mention that I blinked, serval times in fact as my hardened looks grew soft. Soft because Miranda was standing right behind me? In her true 3D form. From her pale skin only hinted at the key areas that I highlighted her lips and eyes. Giving both the subtle green hue backed by the ruby red lips framed by the red hair. The same red hair that haunted my every waking moment. The same red hair that begged me to grab a hold of and do things with her body that I only see in porn. I dared to ask, “Is this the reason why I could not access you, I mean your file” that last part, yeah, it came out as confused as I am while looking at my work in the flesh.

Letting my view of her travel down her body. Stopping and gawking at her amazing breasts. If I already did not have my favorite part of her body then I would have been all over those digital breasts but my thoughts still hung in a quandary? Clearing my throat as I looked into her eyes. “Are you real?” A stupid question because I was acting like a schoolboy staring at a ‘Weird Science’ moment. Shaking my head, for one because this is the first time this has ever happened to me. For two, to have a naked woman standing right in front of me and I am not doing anything, weird is right. Counting the possibilities that Miranda is real, I chanced a touch of more like a grip on her hand that is still on mine. What I would not give to be an owl at this point in time. But I had to do something because sitting like this with my head turned to an almost break neck angle, so I turned around holding her hand.

The texture of this whole hand holding experience, to actually grip my own creation. I, I… I was in shock and amazement. To feel another woman’s skin. To notice the warmth that radiated from, “Oh my fuck”, trailed from my lips like an everyday saying. “Your skin” not believing my eyes even on a second glance. Moving her hand up to my lips were I could chance a kiss. Pressing the back side of her dainty knuckles right into my puckered lips. I had that pose for what seemed like forever. To feel the bone structure under that flesh, to be kissing Miranda’s hand and something is catching my eye.

Blinking, like everyone does and yes, this is my downfall but from one artist to another to being able to touch your creation. To feel her skin as it is pressed into your lips. Then watching as a backdrop while she touches herself. “Wow” I mumbled over that hand kiss. My eyes were bulging no doubt. But to see your creation touching herself without my help or permission. If I were to say that I am hot and bothered at this point. Of not having a living breathing flesh and blood body standing right in front of me playing with herself, I would be a fool. Now my momma did not raise a fool. That is the one thing that I will say about this gorgeous creature masturbating right in front of me. Releasing her hand as everything went in slow motion.

Standing up, letting my thin night shirt show off my nipples so the entire world could see. If this is not a lady boner then I do not know what is. But Miranda moved before the sudden jarring of my oversized T-shirt finished moving. Holding my breath, counting the thuds in my chest as Miranda held my own boob in her hand. I could smell the refreshing scent of cum in the air. The only question is whose? Could it be from her? I mean masturbating is a telltale sign. Or could it be from me? Finding this intruder in my apartment and not knowing if she was real or just a figment of my imagination. In any case I am still having trouble believing the Miranda is real. I mean how many of my creations have I masturbated too, imagining that they are real and touching themselves. Trust me the list goes back to my first creation and has not stopped since.

Ignoring the pressure of that tit grab. Taking a step forward to get closer to the culprit. Getting so close that I could feel her breath. Not just on my ear. No, on my face, on my upper body, on my boobs! Especially the one that Miranda has gripped, is still holding. Using her fingers to titillate my areola, to pull on my nipple. “I” that was all I could say now as the shock of this chance encounter playing out with such precision. Pushing away from this 3D form, trying to erase my mind of the detail that I put into Miranda’s creation. “Alright. Now, now we look back and see that this whole thing is just a delusion. Dreaming on my part because of the manga I just read. Yes.” Turning back towards Miranda’s last location, blinking just to make sure that what I was seeing was actually there. “Nothing… Nothing is there.” I said with more doubt than I should have had. Turning and walking back to my room with my hands rubbing my eyes. “Yes, I need to sleep” saying this with the exhaustion of the day mounting with every step I took.

Presenting myself to my bed. Falling headfirst against my pillow as the dreams of yesterday played through my head. I was out before the first dream ever took form. I live in this apartment alone; it has been that way ever since I moved in after leaving my folks house and I like it this way. However, when I feel something on my California King bed, well a present. That woke me up faster than anything I have ever felt. Ready to kick and swing for my life. Snapping open my eyes! Balling up both of my fists ready to punch whatever in the hell was on my bed! Locking eyes with Miranda. Seeing her straddling me, holding down my hands with her own! Skin to skin, I tousled, but her grip on my wrists was just too much. Looking into her eyes, the same soft green that I had colored them earlier this morning. Watching as her head drew closer to mine! Slamming my eyes shut and wishing that she were gone!

To feel the touch of a woman’s body as her lips pressed into mine. The softness that sparked a feeling deep in my soul. Her wet tongue as it crashed into my mouth! She had me pinned under her, forced me to acknowledge that I was not alone in the dark. Sharing in the moistness as we both embraced each other’s lips. Feeling the full phat lips as they molested mine. Feeling that slender tongue as it snaked into my mouth. Submitting because I could no longer resist the urge.

Relaxing my body. From my arms and legs to my core. Accepting her as my sexual partner for tonight. Preparing for one night that I shall never forget. Wiggling my hands free of Miranda’s grip. Groping her right breast. Pulling it to my mouth in a desperate attempt to satisfy my every want with my first grab. Feeling the flesh, squeezing the fat in her breast as I pulled it right to my mouth! Licking the nipple, teasing it, tickling it as my tongue took a wide arc around the perfect areola that I drew this evening. Trying my best to keep my distance, doing everything that I could to stop my own juices from wanting to be shared by my new bed mate. Pulling her nipple in, biting it! Sucking so hard on it that I feared that my slobbers would erase the bulging melons that I had given her to enjoy. The same melons that I now had my mouth around. The hardness of Miranda’s nipple, the measurement that I took between the one I was sucking and the one that I was not.

Laying there in pure bliss, without a word Miranda had my full attention. Like some little pooch waiting on her master's permission before making my next move. Pulling hard on the nipple, biting, nibbling, licking, sucking, doing everything I could while her body lunged and quivered for me to move down. Releasing that tit. Without so much as a kiss to end the play time that I had shared with this incredible boob. “If you would elevate your leg, I could move mine” I whispered. The whisper was just as good as the rolling of my mouse as she complied. Lifting her leg so I could free my odd leg from the turmoil of the bed sheets that were torn asunder. Disheveled to say the least, yet offered a opening to heaven as my legs shown against Miranda’s alabaster skin.

Grabbing her butt with both hands. Pulling it down. Pulling it down until there was skin on skin. Pulling it down till our second set of lips could make out just like us at a much higher level. “Rub your hips back and forth, move your pelvis against mine so we might share…” The pattern that followed was so intense that words could not describe the intensity her rubbing did to either of us. Panting, moaning, moaning some more! With each stroke she did the higher the elevation my lips met hers. The deeper our second set of lips embraced each other with nothing but our girly juices flowing between one another. And this was still on my first orgasm!

After that amazing O. I do mean amazing because I needed that exact excitement right at this point in my life. With my heart reaching new speeds Miranda paused in her pursuit of me. “Thank you” stammering this after such an intense engagement. Slipping down, no not to escape but quite the opposite in fact. Leaving those incredible fun bags, kissing my way down her stomach. Kissing right towards her little tight pussy that I had spent an incredible amount of time putting in the fine details. Thanking my magic pen for the power to alter the intensity of the lines, to add soft, fluffy texture to the already wet surface only made my first kiss. My first lick. My first 3D fuck possible with Miranda.

Gripping her butt cheeks. Feeling the way I had designed her tush. What an incredible design artist I have become if only designing booties. From the bounce to the fullness each little line that I have ever drawn is finally paying off. I gripped her booty in both hands. Each one holding a cheek as I inhaled the smell of her moist lower body part. Before I ever took another lick of that tangy slit. My tongue flicked off her clit as I began to speak to Miranda. “I want you to feel the same way I felt when we were scissoring together.” A kiss in between to her soft skin. “I think you need to have an orgasm just like I just had.” That was it, my final words to sink into her ears, she cannot understand me, she is mute, who knows but this nice moist crack in her armor…

I could feel her nerves respond to my tongue. I could feel the orgasm building inside of her this whole time! Lick I did, suck I did, nibbled at all the most in opportune times because she will orgasm! Right here and now. Pressing my tongue into her drooling clit. Making it regret ever coming to life in my workshop. My space for all my face time with the fans around the world so I can show and share my art. Right now, however my art is to make Miranda cum, cum so hard that she will fill my mouth with her second lips while she grinds out the last of her orgasm! Dragging my tongue over her tender zone. Sparking the nerves while her butt is controlled by me, her creator. Licking her clit, working in reverse as my tongue just lashed out so deep inside her love nest. My tongue, my extremely vibrant weapon that can be used to cut down the toxic views or up lift Miranda’s little pussy as it reaches for the sky. Did I mention that I had gripped her butt, her booty? So, hanging on was my upmost priority.

The smell of fresh cum, the feel as it coats my face. Any lingering thoughts I had were washed away from this orgasm that I caused. To think that my tongue, the prize kisser from my days back in school. The outreach that would help anybody with anything had finally tasted the moist under bellied side of sex, and I wanted more, needed more! Sliding out the rest of the way, my hair is still troubled from the brief time that I slept and the hair ties that I have holding the great blonde mess on top of my head. It could have been different if I had known that I would have company tonight but Miranda, she was a dream. A figment of my imagination up until the time I finished sculpting her vibrant body. Spinning her around till every detail was perfectly placed on her body so that I may use her in my wildest dreams.

Slapping her butt, making one cheek pink while the other stays pristine. Touching myself from the battered form that deserved my hand yet again. This time leaving a clear place where the skin had a pink hue to it. Watching as Miranda slumped forward on the bed. “Mmm, ass up. Tits down.” My words were followed to a T as I discarded my nightshirt. Wanting to change things up before I went down on that perfect booty. Readjusting my position on the bed. Letting my breath fall on that phat ass.

Dragging my left boob up and over Miranda’s butt. Doing it again with the same breast. Starting low, using my nipple to excite her clit. Dragging my breast up through her pink innards like a plow spreads the ground. Putting more pressure behind it than I thought was possible. Pulling my nipple up its moist innards. Laying the seed for some more hot action with this naughty move. Feeling my nipple as it finished its long travel up from the clit, lodging itself in her pussy. Smiling because I knew how much greater this would feel if I kept on dragging my breast up the crack of her booty.

Pulling with a little more force, making everything in both of our bodies revolt just for a second. Feeling the cum from this nipple catching experience explode in my crotch. Drenching my fingers as they played on the surface. “Did I tell you how much I like fresh cum? It gets me so turned on that I cannot help myself. Ohh yesss…” Finishing what I was saying, dragging my breast up her tight booty with the renewed vigor of an orgasm that is brewing. Allowing my nipple to pass over her asshole. Allowing one of my most intense orgasm starters to pass over the single part of a woman’s body that I have always creamed for.

Plunging two fingers into my soaked split. Already having the next orgasm and not giving a damn about who could hear. But me having an orgasm all by myself, now does that sound fair to you? Sticking out my tongue, bombarding the target with swift accuracy my tongue bottomed out in Miranda’s booty hole. Bottomed out but that just gave my tongue that much more to work with. More walls to lick more muscles to tease, more… “Mmm Mmmm” sealing my mouth over that hole. Letting my tongue hang in Miranda’s butthole while it struggled with every purpose of making her cream at the same time.

Kissing the inner side of Miranda’s butt crack. Nuzzling in the crease as I recovered from this last orgasm. Yes, even my hand got rejected by my pussy. Sucking on my fingers, inhaling them so they can travel down my throat without any delay. Smothering my fingers down my throat till I gagged. Yes, I gagged on my fingers, sucking the cum from in between their skinny digits. Sucking them so far down my throat. Moaning on the leftovers, moaning because this is the only thing I know, the only thing that is left for me to do. Opening my mouth once again, readying my tongue for another trip down the rabbit hole of my dreams. Rubbing her swollen lips in my hand. Taking note that Miranda likes being the bitch during anal. Plunging both my tongue and my thumb back into her body with equal force.

Now, I am not a lesbian, some may call me bi but in all of my dealings this is the first time that I shared my bed with anyone. Yes, the night life in this city can be intense. The clubs, the brothel, and bars all can be intense. But the best kind of sex is that of your dream girl and yourself, each locked in the passions of the night. Licking her booty hole once again, sending shivers down her spine while my own O is on the retreat. Running my full tongue over that sensitive little hole and ending with a kiss to her ass cheek.

From out of nowhere I could hear my morning alarm. As much as I hated to this imaginary encounter would have to be put on hold as I slide to the side of my side of the bed. Reaching for my alarm. Picking my phone up and staring at the blank screen. “What is happening to me? I can hear my alarm going off but” I pressed the power stud to see what the problem is with my phone! I did it again and again! Pressing it harder each time till I finally threw my phone across the room. “I can still hear it! The moaning, the orgasm that always wakes me up in the morning!” Shuffling over to be my phone landed and picking it up. Heading to the door, turning the knob! Feeling the data pattern that is on the other side of the door. Looking at my phone again in a desperate attempt to have some power to call somebody. “I know I will call the landlord and, and…” it was like staring out the window and seeing Miranda taking a seat at my art station. Watching her bend down and power on the monitors as each of the three lite up. “Maybe, if I am lucky” pounding on the window. Pounding so hard that I thought I would break it! Pounding even harder until I saw the messages start to roll in. Slow at first but gaining speed at each new viewer was connected to my morning show!

“Morning morning peeps. I am sorry for yesterday; I know that a lot of you were expecting Miss Mamori Wataya to be finished and posted but life happens. What do you say we continue to work on her. Just give me a second so I can bring her up and…”

Just like that my life was over in a flash with nothing left for my family to bury or burn. My physical being is reduced to digital residue with no one to see me off into the light or the darkness that lies beyond.

I would like to thank iPad, Patreon, Twitch, God’s Game We Play, and I Want to do Bad Things with You, both Manga and both for the inspiration behind the named characters, Weird Science for giving people like me something to write about. Each of these things belong to their respective copyrights and have my eternal Thanks.

EST: 3D Art