Category Archives: Erotica

The Radford Files: RENO-1

Rejoice! New work!

To most Americans, it was odd to see these groups cooperate so well in ways they hadn’t before. Fatphobia was officially outlawed and regulated, and no one was being required to adhere to it, so what was the problem? Why were they raising such a stink?

The truth is that these groups all saw the writing on the wall. They knew what was coming: enforcement.

Does that pique your interest? Head over to my DeviantART for the full scoop. This will launch in full later in the spring. Typically, I’d wait until I had artwork and formatting ready but I just couldn’t anymore. I’ve been working on this for so long! So consider this a soft pre-launch.

In my last post, I mentioned some new things were coming. It’s very late for me and I was pushing to get this polished and ready before bed, so here’s the quick-n-dirty list:

  • COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! Not only are they open but you get instant quotes. Seriously, go try it!
  • SITE STORE and GUMROAD are OPEN! I upgraded the site and everything purchased through here is secure but if you’re just used to another merchant, there you go.
  • The Tasty ’20 Collection is LIVE: I compiled several of my stories into an affordable bundle. Available in all my stores 🙂
  • Some site reorganization: I changed up the fonts and tweaked a few settings, but didn’t want to go all-out on a full re-design. If you use mobile you won’t notice, but the menus have changed and been condensed, new items added, etc.

That’s all for now, friends.

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See You Soon!

I had hoped to have a number of things ready around Christmas but they’ll have to wait just a bit longer. A new store(s), stories, etc.

After I finished Nanowrimo (and I won! With lots of kinky goodness to edit…) I basically have had my ass handed to me at work and it isn’t likely to let up before the holiday.

Everything is fine, I just need to take an extra breather right now. And, gentle reminder to be kind to literally anyone you have to encounter working during this season—work stress means I’m getting a lot of furious email and voicemails that people think no one reads but I do, heh, and it just takes a toll.

It’s a temporary thing with my job and it’ll pass. I’m fortunate to have a lot of experience with it and I don’t take it personally but it does mean I need some extra time for myself to rest and relax (and book a massage or three).

If things let up and I get the energy to launch the projects I’ve been working on before the new year then, surprise! But if not I’ll see you all very soon.

If you need a steamy Christmassy feedist romp in the meantime I’d like to suggest this:

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Catch-all Catch-up

Whatever the hell this is all about

We’ll get to the good stuff first: I am going to share a few excerpts from upcoming work I’m really excited about.

Then other stuff after; I owe it to you all. Status of current commissions, taking on new ones, and why things are the way they are.

The good stuff: excerpts! Bear in mind that these are rough and not edited.

Selunia Tuberosa

Curiosity got the better of Sandra. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt. She lowered to her knees, careful to avoid crushing any of the stalks. She resolutely crammed her hands between her bare legs to make sure she did not touch them.

Sandra peered at the buds. They were perfectly round. Through the petals, she caught a glimpse of something milky white. It didn’t look like a flower or a root bulb. It appeared to be damp or even fluid, as though she could easily tear it open and pop it with a simple prod.

Sandra sifted through her limited knowledge of floral anatomy. Could it be a stamen or stigma? Maybe even the ovary? She couldn’t tell and knew she was not qualified to determine such things, especially about an alien species.

The little bulbs enraptured her as the pearly fluid inside swirled. She smoothed her long black hair before cramming her fidgety hands back between her legs, clamping her thighs around them.

Sandra couldn’t peel her eyes away from the curious plants. The juxtaposition between the rough, fuzzy stalk and its mystical pod captured her attention. Her hands twitched again. She licked her lips, transfixed. Just one touch couldn’t hurt, could it?

Sandra glanced over one shoulder and then the other. She had been alone this entire time, and there was no reason to believe anyone was with her now. She slowly pulled one hand free and extended it toward the nearest stalk. With just one outstretched finger, she gently brushed the surface of the pod. Her finger imprinted deep on its viscous surface, gently sticking to its whorls and grooves before releasing her.

It left no residue on her skin but a deep and obvious fingerprint stained the surface of the orb. Sandra swallowed nervously, realizing that something thrummed deep within her, bubbling from her pelvis and catching in her throat. It tickled her insides and prickled along her skin. Something in the atmosphere had changed.

Understanding dawned on Sandra with instant clarity with just how serious of a crime she had committed by touching the plant. It was time to leave. Now.

Statute of Limitations*

Adrian smiled as he reviewed the task list populated by the database. Sanders’ name filled the taste subject field. He had checked a week prior, of course, to jog his memory and prepare. But the day had come, and now he too, could kick back and relax in his own way.

Oh, it was devious, he knew. Never had he indulged like this before with his own team and with the considerable freedom and resources he had to make his dreams come to life for the good of society, it was certainly a dangerous line to tiptoe over.

But just once couldn’t hurt, and in any case, it had started purely by incident. It was really Diana’s fault, all things considered. She knew she was toeing the line with her current composition and was too close to falling out of regulation. What she was thinking eating an errant jelly donut in this specific facility was entirely beyond Adrian. She was perhaps the only one on the team as dedicated to the work and regs as he was and certainly would have known better.

But she ate it, and now she was here, and he was going to enjoy it while he could.

*working title, likely to change

Brenda’s Bad Day*

She stood up straight in the mirror and smoothed her sports bra and capri-length leggings. The fire-engine red base with blue and white racing stripes that matched the set hugged her considerable curves with precision. They had been made for her, after all—just like the dozen or so matching sets in her wardrobe, all manner of different bright colors. It made her hard to miss… which came in handy now and then. With her matching 48” bust and hips that tailored to a flat but thick 32” waist, Brenda was already eye-catching.

The real shocker was the rich, deep blue of her skin. Some days it was hardly noticeable; at least, compared to days like this. Brenda looked as though blue would just ooze out of her pores and drip everywhere like squeezing a bottle of paint. Some days in the fall and winter she barely looked cyanotic and almost normal. The doctors and scientists had scratched their heads for awhile before giving her some mumbo-jumbo about tannins.

The bad news was that days like this, when she was this dark, meant that having a little bit of extra fun was a much higher risk. But she wanted to see the look on that manager’s face. Why not give him a little show first thing on a Monday morning?

Brenda shrugged her shoulders and tapped the buttons. She didn’t really get to work in the lab anymore. Legal wouldn’t even let her near the observation rooms, at least “not yet,” they said. It had been almost a year and nothing had moved forward in that department as far as she knew.

“Sorry, Bren! Liability!” they’d yell every time she knocked on the door to the suite.

So, this was her fun. Instead of lying around and just waiting for the lab to run tests on her—so many damn tests, over and over—she went for a run every morning as the staff milled into the complex and sipped their coffees. It was the closest thing she had to going to the park, since that wasn’t allowed anymore, either.

*also working title and subject to change

One of this is a commission I’m working on and I have two others in the chute somewhere also. I’m really excited for Statute of Limitations project and can’t wait to share more as it’s going to be a much more ambitious project than you’ve seen from me previously. I started it last summer and had to let the idea bake for awhile but I’m finally starting to assemble it.

On a personal note, it’s not much of a secret to see from my lack of content this year has been due to a lot going in my life, and none of it any good. It’s been one thing after the next, relentlessly. The past six months have been some of the most traumatic and challenging in my adult life. Not only have I been stuck on the struggle bus but its air conditioner is broken, the engine is misfiring, and the shocks are worn out. That’s the analogy.

It’s led to a lot of me being in-and-out in these communities in a way I haven’t before. We all have our times we need to take care of other things in our lives but there have been multiple times this year where I am so deeply hurt or triggered by something I just shut down instantly and leave for weeks or months at a time.

I don’t want to go any deeper into it than I have (you can refer to my earlier posts for context) but I realize I have been struggling a lot with the fact that the traumas and abuse that happen every day in these communities crossed over into my real life. I was always able to separate them before for a number of reasons/purposes and I think that’s why I have the image that I do. I’m known for my assertiveness, courage, self-awareness, commitment to making these communities safer, and of course my art.

But now I’m finding that I’m in a place where I can’t be just that side of me. And often when people like me who are only seen as strong and outgoing open up about their weaknesses, they are often invalidated, misunderstood, or discarded. We aren’t really “allowed” to show our weakness—and yet the turmoil I’ve endured could only leave one vulnerable and weak while they heal.

So I just… don’t say anything. The anxiety about it is too strong. I just haven’t had the resources to withstand the usual things that I can, and I’m not used to being like this. Not now, after all the work I’ve done over the years to work through things that have been sliced open again.

I’m going to stop here because if I dont I’ll just keep rambling, but it’s just a note to say that I am still in a limbo. Just writing is enough of a challenge right now even though I want to so that’s really where most of my energy is going.

Hopefully in the next update you will finally see some new goodies that you really come here for!

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Rich Bosses Are Always Weird

Long time; no see, right? Right.

Well, I have written another story for you and just because it’s been so darn long since I published anything new—it’s completely free!

Click-through this image to enjoy it on DeviantArt.

“Besides,” he said, bringing a glass of wine to his lips. “It’s not as though you are a stranger to an extra helping or two, isn’t that right?”
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I guess you can say I’m kinda a big deal…

… since there’s fanart of me now 😉

A couple of months ago, soffxcell reached out to me on Feabie and gushed about my profile photo. He asked if he could draw it and I agreed. Recently, he finished it, and I offered to write a little vignette for it.

I’m pretty much in love with it so you should clicky-clicky the image here to go see the rest of it and show him some love!

This is not likely the last time you see us collaborate so keep your eyes peeled for more sooner than later!

Thank you for reading my post today! If you enjoyed it, you may also be interested in my erotica or even a commission.

Some upcoming stories!

I’ve got a few drafts and outlines going right now and can’t wait to finish these! Just an idea of what will be coming from me shortly, though the titles and synopses may change by the time they’re published. What do you think of these?

Going Ham

A feeder has finally finished a basement renovation project to better fatten their feedees. Toys, machines, all manner of fun restraints and props! In its debut run, a longtime play couple really break it in and test it out.

The Investigation

The wife of a wealthy and well-connected business owner completely disappears one day. To avoid the the attention of the police (and media) Carol hires a private investigator to find out what happened. Her wife is tracked down but has gone through unbelievable changes. Carol doesn’t know what to make of it—was she captured or did she choose to leave?

Statute of Limitations

The FDA has become the most powerful organization in the United States government. Through a series of complicated legislative actions, a loophole has now mandated minimum body mass index. Health and diet education usually keeps most up to code, but a few deliberately evade inspections and exams. Much like the IRS, the FDA finds everyone eventually.

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Stuffing Season

Dee and Michaela have been friends with benefits for some time. They indulge each other in some particular fantasies but are careful to not let it interfere with their day to day life. Then, one day, Dee makes an offer to Michaela that she can’t refuse. Or, can she? Should she? What happens when they let go of their own inhibitions and indulge in each others’ wildest fantasies?
It’s halfway through Dee and Michaela’s arrangement and things are filling out—a lot like Michaela’s many clothes! In this steamy, tasty conclusion to the story, follow along as these two get their fair share and then some. As Michaela plumps up, though, does she sense something going on with Dee?

I’ve always wanted to write a slow-gain fun story based on blackmail and what effect it would have on two people who already knew they had intense chemistry and desire to please each other. This is a great duology to snuggle up with after a fulfilling meal or stuffing session!