Tasty Tales of Transformation

  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...

  There is a sequel to this story, A Captivating Fan Dappled light spotted the racks of clothes, both old and new, laid out before Ann. She never expected herself to end up in such a ramshackle, dusty antique store, but her search had now led her to places she wouldn't have even considered in her pursuit of her next big cosplay (costume play). The problem was that she had long since donned the looks of all the anime, videogame, and various media character’s she’d cared the most about, and nowadays was strictly searching for characters with outfits she deemed sexually appealing. As she perused the clothing all around her, there were certainly a lot of materials to work with, but she merely scoffed at them. She’d gotten lazier over time, no longer wanting to invest the time in creating the outfits herself. Truth be told, she never got much praise for her efforts in that regard, despite the hours she toiled away. She worried she didn’t have the looks for striking it big in the cosplay...

  An exasperated gasp filled the foyer as Jackie shuffled into the house, finally escaping the unbearable summer heat. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she quickly made her way into the shade of the kitchen, taking off her blazer along the way. The commute back and forth from work had been rough this month given the heat, but she always knew she had her girlfriend Megan to look forward to once she was home. However, she had yet to greet her today. Jackie noticed a large box on the kitchen counter and a note to the side of it. Taking a look at the note first, she realized it was from Megan. It read that she had gotten her a gift for their anniversary and that she’d be back soon after grabbing them something nice for dinner. “Crap, it’s our anniversary?” Jackie grumbled. She had forgotten and had no gift she could think of to scrounge up quickly. “I’m sure she’ll understand. Wouldn’t be the first time.” An uncertain smile crossed her face, but a smile nonetheless, as she looked at...