The Next Comic and Artist

So, as you've noticed, our Achieved Goals have been in a bit of a flux for this next New Comic Goal. Which is why I did an extra The Game page, as I needed to first know that our larger goal would sustain before contracting an artist long term. And, sadly, it hasn't.

But, that doesn't mean I haven't been working on getting that artist and firming up the plan. A lot has changed since I ran that poll and I wanted to update you.

First, I'm sad to say that Portal Comic is not an option at this time. I love 'em, but this isn't going to be the project we finally reteam on. However, I've gotten in touch with another artist I have previously worked with.

OneDollarBilly, whom some of you may know as the original artist of HELD WITHIN, has agreed to be the artist on the new project as soon as we can move forward with it. Billy's style is slick and sexy and I am very excited to partner again, as soon as we can.

Now, about the comic's story. Since running the poll I've been trying to figure out a new series that balances the vibe I got from the poll results, gets us to the TF sequences quickly (I know I am guilty of a lot of preamble at times), and can also have a distinct ending so we can get a faster rotation of new stories.

The other day I realized that I had started writing an abandoned a prose story that would be perfect; Bimbo By Committee. Normally I'm not a big fan of bimbo stories, but I think I've put a fun spin on it that everyone can enjoy. I'm going to post below the 1,900+ word prose I had already started before having to move on to other things.

I'll be updating the goal to reflect this new plan today.

I hope this little taste of  Bimbo By Committee gets people excited for what I comic adaptation could be. If it sounds exciting, and you'd like to see it in the fantastic style of OneDollarBilly please get the word out! We're so close to that goal, but we have to really stick there before I can in good faith take up Billy's time!

Thanks for reading,

dS

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 Bimbo By Committee

Candace looked down the conference table at the three women she had asked to join her for the meeting. 

Amber, a fellow partner at their law practice, stared daggers at her - nothing new there. She was dressed in black from the high neck of her long-sleeve schmancy top to the cuffs of the tight black pants stopping just above her strappy heels - all of which Candace knew was absurdly expensive for how it looked. Even within the solid black top Amber’s ample DD breasts were impossible to ignore, stretching the material atop them just enough that the light glinted from the fibers slightly differently than the rest of the cloth. Amber’s appropriately red hair flowed in gentle waves down over her shoulders a few inches. Her sharp features hid the tiny creases that were starting to show on her face.

The paralegal, Ginger, was tapping a thumb on her phone’s rubber case, impatient as always. She had on a white top with stitched designs. Above her chest, the material was sheer, showing her tan skin that continued over her bare shoulders. Her perky C cup breasts were covered by a white secondary layer of her blouse that was tucked into a beige pencil skirt that stopped just below the knees. Ginger’s modest flats were similarly colored to match her skirt. One of those bare shoulders was covered by a caress of brunette nearly reached the furthest curve of her bust. Ginger’s face was also graced with sharp features, but she had no creases to hide.

And Brandy, their file clerk, sat silently watching the others see what information she could infer from their interactions. She toyed with a lock of her blonde hair that, like the others, grew out a few inches beyond her shoulders. These pale shoulders were covered in a purple velvet, a dress that opened at just about the clavicle and ran just beyond her knees. Her little As were practically nonexistent under the fabric, and her feet were adorned in purple heels. Every now and then she’d bite the lower lip that adorned her round and lovely face.

At the front of the room, standing before one of the comfy lobby chairs behind her to one side and a free-standing partially-covered dry-erase board on the other, Candace smiled. She’d spent too many years with these three - more with some than with others, but regardless all three had made many attempts to do away with her through some way or another. Their legal practice had always been fairly cutthroat, but Candace had needed to watch her back around these three more so than anyone else. She knew what she was about to say would get their attention.

“Thanks for coming to this meeting,” Candace grinned.

“Can we move this along, I have cases,” Amber growled. Quiet affirmations of agreement came from the other two.

“Certainly,” Candace replied, “I just wanted you three to be the first to know that I’m planning to announce my retirement.”

At this, all three certainly sat up and looked at her with wide eyes.

“Excuse me?” Ginger replied, dumbfounded. Ginger always knew that Candace was probably ten years older than she was, putting the woman at the head of the table in her early forties. And Ginger also knew that Candace certainly made more money than she did. But enough to retire at this age?

“You heard me right. And that is not the most unbelievable part,” Candace replied, “I want you three to help me get the next part of my life started.”

“What? How would we do that?” Brandy asked, her tone guarded.

“And why would we?” Amber added.

“Because I haven’t made it official yet, and I want to make sure the next stage of my life is more fun and pleasurable than the first one was,” Candace explained. She had emphasized the word ‘pleasurable’ which caused the other three women to shift in their chairs slightly uncomfortably.

“What does that mean?” Ginger probed.

“Well, I spent my entire life working. So now I want to play. You know the old trope about smart powerful women having fantasies where they are the exact opposite?” Candace left an awkward pause hover for a moment. She hadn’t intended to wait for a response and resumed speaking just at the moment Amber was about to speak, “Well that is the case for me. And I need you to help me make it happen with this…”

Candace turned and motioned towards the dry erase board. With the motioning hand, she grabbed the sheet that was obscuring the upper left-hand corner and pulled it away, revealing ‘Candace Burnhard is…’ written in a splotchy red. Candace picked up three markers from the board’s tray and rolled them across the table.

“To make a long story short, let’s say...I got this from a magic shop. It is the Karma Board. That’s my name up there in blood. Anything you write on it will become true about me. Instantly. The catch is you have to live with those changes for twenty-hours. Once that is over if you erase the words before forty-eight hours are up you’ll revert back to normal.” That had been a lot to get out in one breath, and Candace took a moment to breathe.

“You’re insane,” Amber practically spat out, “I knew one day this work would break you. I guess today is the day.” The redhead started to push out her chair and Candace marched right up to her.

“In this office, we use evidence to prove our arguments,” Candace stated loudly and harshly. She threw back her brown locks, which had been dangling in large curls down past the C-cups tastefully wrapped in the lapels of her blue power suit. She’d picked out the blue belted jacket and long blue skirt and black heels purposefully for the intentions of this kind of intimidation. “I want you three to turn me into the perfect bimbo. If you succeed and what you make me into feels too good to deny I’ll retire. Otherwise, I’m staying put, because I can’t put anything more on that board. If you don’t believe me, fine, but write something on the board and prove me wrong.”

This sudden speech and approach had given Amber pause, long enough of one for Candace to press into the other woman’s hand another marker. Although partners, Candace’s dark skin and hair compared to Amber’s light tone and red strands was a great reminder of how very different the two were in many ways.

Years working together had lent Candace some insight; she knew her words would be interpreted by Amber as an opportunity for her to humiliate Candace.

“Very well,” Amber growled, pulling her hand away with a jerk and strutting over to the board. She popped off the cap and raised her hand. “If you want to be a bimbo you’ll certainly need to be a platinum blonde. That should disprove you pretty quick.”

As she spoke Amber wrote ‘platinum blonde’ on the board under Candace’s name. As she wrote the last letter she turned and capped the pen as she did so. Amber was about to laugh at Candace’s folly when two things happened.

The first thing was a tingle across Amber’s scalp, one that she felt all the way down to her shoulders.

The second thing was that she saw Candace’s deep brown hair change. From the top of her head, a cascade of brilliant silver blonde poured over her locks like a glass of overflowing champagne. Ginger and Brandy saw this and stood up very suddenly, each nearly knocking over their chairs.

Candace pinched a few strands with her fingers and brought them up so she could see them better. Her demeanor was calm and joyful, a smile stretching across her lips as she examined the change.

“Oh my, very nice! A great way to start,” Candice cooed, “But this alone wouldn’t be enough to get me out of here.”

“I...how…” Amber muttered. The other two had left their spots at the table and had approached the babbling woman, looking at her intently. As Brandy got a little too close Amber was snapped out of her stupor and pushed the other woman back. “What is your problem?”

“Your hair!”

Amber had forgotten all about the fact that she would also change, and looked down at the hair lying on her shoulders. It was no longer the beautiful red she’d been so prideful of since childhood, and instead now matched the metallic tone that had taken upon Candace’s head. Amber went to speak to Candace, but when she looked over to where the other woman had been standing she was no longer there.

“Well, ladies,” Candace’s voice caused a little jump in Amber as it came from behind her. She turned to see the newly minted blonde sitting back in the comfier chair that had been pulled in from the lobby, “Someone’s going to want this room at some point, probably, so if you want me out of here you’d best get to work.”

“I think the platinum blonde isn’t enough,” Ginger announced eagerly, uncapping her marker and strutting to the board. As she wrote ‘pigtails’ Ginger elaborated, “A bimbo needs a proper set of handlebars, after all.”

Finishing her words and statement Ginger looked over to watch the changes to Candace as she felt them happening to herself. Candace’s blonde locks collected themselves into two halves, pulling to the left and right. As the majority of her hair collected itself into two tails a small count of strands curled around the bases of the collections, forming their own bands that gave the pair of silver ponytails their signature look. Candace laughed and swung her head, enjoying the sensation of the swinging bundles.

Ginger had also felt her own head tingle, her hair bundling itself in the same fashion. She bobbed her head and marveled at the long forgotten feeling of the swinging weights beside her face.

“With grips like that she should have a better set of dicksuckers,” Brandy piped up, walking to the board. None of the women had used any such language in the office before, or even around each other outside of it, and both Amber and Ginger were slightly taken aback as Brandy spoke it.

But they were here to magically turn a co-worker into a bimbo, so “inappropriate” was on a sliding scale now.

Ginger had enthusiastically added ‘big pouty red lips’ to the list and watched as Candace’s perfectly sexy lips ballooned outwards. The top and bottom stretched and curved into a permanent pout, the fat lining Candace’s mouth plumping out nearly to the tip of her nose. The dark earth tones lipstick she’d used was blanched out by a bright red with a shine so glossy the overhead lights glinted off them like plastic.

A tingle in her own lips caused Ginger to nearly go cross-eyed. As she felt her skin stretch Ginger could see the upper curve of her engorged lips, especially as the red gloss overtook them and the light began to glint. There were no mirrors in the room so Ginger grabbed a mirror from her purse. She examined the exaggerated duck lips with only minor concern - she’d only be stuck with them for a day and she’d be rid of Candace forever.

The three had unofficially fallen into a rotation, and it was now Amber’s turn.

“The bimbo look is about more than the lips, it’s the whole face…”

With ‘permanent sexy makeup’ written all eyes