How many times do I have to thumbs down an artist before Spotify stops forcing them on me :|
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How many times do I have to thumbs down an artist before Spotify stops forcing them on me :|
When your child clowns arrive, they may not want to come out of their carrier.
If shyness occurs, gently tap on the clown box.
The child clowns are learning quickly.
The first thing a child clown will look for is food.
Child clowns are not fed in their clown boxes, so expect them to arrive very hungry.
Your child clown may be reluctant to perform in an amusing fashion.
We recommend Steve Mahanahan’s child clown poison spray.
Our child clowns can perform up to twelve hours at a time, but they might get tired, and try to rest.
~Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!
Similar to my dog show series, but instead competitive forced sissification. Normal guys dolled up into bimbos or femboys.
Take submissions and draw them as sissies.
A corset that involves locks and a remotely activated mechanical winch. Sounds like a kinky version of Saw.
Conversations have reminded me that I want to draw a gothy boy in a corset and gloves (and nothing else).
What’s the story for the scene? Is there a story?
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More?! I’m not sure how many variations on this I can manage :p
New logo / signature. Because rebranding is always a smart thing to do.
I’ve moved on from Art Nouveau into Art Deco. In the future, I’m sure everyone will really love my Dada inspired anti-art erotica. And by that I mean “porn photos I’ve drawn mustaches and beards on.”
They filed into the barn in a straight line. Each step slow and plodding. Their minds ran sluggish from the cocktail of drugs that left them pliant, horny, and dim witted.
Each found his station and waiting for Mr. Brawn to bind them in place. 631 was farther along than the others, he needily humped at the air, groaned from the ache in his balls.
Once bound in place, each rigid youth was attached to the milking machine. Soon the dimly lit barn thrummed with the rhythmic cycles of the mechanism. The device was noisy but not enough to drown out the chorus of groans, moans, and sudden intakes of breath.
629 came in brief spurts that caused his whole body to shudder. Then he’d whimper as the process began anew. 630 was much more sensitive, which made his climaxes take longer to produce. A frustrating ordeal that left him gasping for air in tiny breaths. 631 was a faucet from the moment he was attached to the machine - just one mind-jarring continuous climax.
There were others in the barn, many others. An entire herd. Sub-human creatures whose entire purpose revolved around this machine, climaxing, and waiting to do it all again that night.
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Shadows may be too dark. I wanted it to look like the light source is a lantern.
There’s some flaws, but overall it came out nice. Started drawing yesterday. Today was just coloring.