Tasty Tales of Transformation

  This story is a sequel to   Love Potion 63 How long had it been? How long had it been since Jessie had concocted the potion that unlocked a vast potential within the human brain. There was no doubt in her mind that it remained her greatest creation. Ever since that day, she had made many renowned breakthroughs in her field. Most would assume her proudest achievements were the strides she had made in creating more effective treatments, hell even cures, for many long standing neurological disorders. But no, Jessie was far more vain as an individual. Her proudest moment was the moment she was born. The potion she had made on that day so long ago, the one meant to expand the brain’s capacity for passion and emotional analysis, had achieved much more. It had also increased the size of her neocortex, multiplied the number of neurons bouncing around her brain matter, and strengthened her neural networks. It has turned the brain and body of what was once a sorry excuse for a male sc...

  Artwork - Ema (Emaura) This story is a sequel to A Dominating Cosplay Caspian Inc. the ever present symbol of oppression that loomed over the lives of all in Silicon Shores. In the high tech future, all who did not bend to the whims of the tech barons were left to fester within the dredges of this mega city. Even still, working for such corrupt forces hardly guaranteed one a better life. For most, it was either living in squalor or eking by. Rachael, was one of those eking by, living paycheck to paycheck, hating that she worked for the very corporation which oppressed her. But what else was she to do? It wasn’t like she had the power to change anything, not even a profession she could feel proud of. The depressed woman certainly dreamed of greener pastures, thinking she could find solace perhaps in creative or performative fields of work. Seeing the many eye-catching neon signs and billboards advertising performers made her long for such a liberating lifestyle. She wasn’t naive t...

Artwork - Seinikuten Within a ramshackle house on the outskirts of an average city, Kaylee grumbled in discomfort on the tattered chair in her living room. She wished she could elevate her swollen legs and relax, but her recliner no longer lived up to its name, having lost its ability to do so for the past couple weeks. She’d fix it if she could, but the poultry living she made from her dead-end job made it hard to fund even casual comforts over the essentials. She was literally living paycheck to paycheck, a reality faced by so many in the world. Every day felt like a struggle for comfort, her body breaking down over the years since her diabetes diagnosis. She hadn’t been the healthiest prior, but living paycheck to paycheck she had lacked the motivation prior to pay much mind to it till the consequences caught up with her. Now, the lack of steady income made it near impossible to deal with the aches and pains. So losing her recliner was yet another punch in the gut. Depression had go...