Greetings all. This has been a bad week, unfortunately. Not to go into too much personal detail, but I've lost a family member and have bad news about another, and my ear problem continues for seemingly no reason I can discern, which is starting to become worrying in and of itself.
I've been trying to write as much to get my mind off things as for any other reason, so today's post may be a bit less polished than normal. It's almost entirely new, I'm straying away from the original stuff I posted on Patreon a few weeks ago. I have a better plotline to follow now, I think. I may post some more of my finished renderings on the Patreon, just for feedback and to add some unique content. A few I'm probably not going to get to use, due to changes in the storyline I'm planning out.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who has commented lately, I'm happy to see so many were interested in my Wedding Crasher work-in-progress. I'll try to finish it sometime. Also a huge thanks to FFQ, who made a caption directly inspired by the story. I enjoyed it very much, it's actually not that far off from my plans for the eventual wedding scene, though different enough not to spoil anything.
Also thanks to everyone who has been visiting and commenting on Kandi's new caption blog.
Well, enough of all that, on to Hugh Jazz Mofo's latest ordeal.
- B-Rex
Ticketed 5
Hugh Jazz Mofo groaned as he finally managed to pull his new cut-off denim hotpants over his XXXXL ass, and sighed down at the sight.
Having a bunch of gay guys pick out his new wardrobe had been a nightmare, especially given the limitations the ticket holder had set. Fully half the things in his new wardrobe were some shade of pink or lavender, and all of them had been entirely too tight. It had been a real pain to get dressed in the morning, and more than once he'd been forced to ask for help just to get a garment over his gigantic derriere.
But that was nothing compared to the line of products he was now legally obligated to wear and promote.



