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This is excellent and indulgent. I haven't read enough of your usual work to tell how much of the downplaying of quality is universal, or tied to Eta's sex-shame response, but either way, this is more fun than you're giving it credit for, and other people will like it too.
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Sorry it took me so long to get back to you, but thanks for the encouraging remarks -- even if you did get downvoted for them.
The story's complete now, in case you lost track of it.
This was amazing story, I hope you write a sequel to this. So much potential
This is like...good. Really good. For a first shot at a real kink story this is frankly astonishing.
It's not just that it's the horny bigness that I like, that stuff's a dime a dozen. It's that feeling of being doted upon by multiple flavors of horny bigness that really makes this stand out. You really nailed the idea of being surrounded by large women who just want you to feel content, not just the mushy loving but also the sheer intensity of it, the immensity of these characters and how deadset they are on accomplishing their goals.
Also the fact that there's chubby belly included and it's not just plain hyper all the way down. [pacha_just_right.gif]
And there's still a pretty good plot in here too. Etaoin's characterization bleeds all throughout this story, his shame and inadequacy are apparent at just about all times, and we see how he steadily comes to be more accepting of his desires and his self in tandem with getting the dictionary job done. I have to admit that the name Etaoin Shrdlu is exceptionally bizarre, but I think I understand the thematic reasoning for why it was chosen, playing into how he feels like he's playing second fiddle to his more famous and accomplished brother, Lorem Ipsum. It also genuinely got me interested in the aspects of typesetting that I hadn't really considered--I'd never heard of "slugs" in this context before (at first I found myself imagining literal slugs and some kind of Naked Lunch-style biomechanical typewriter abomination).
I do feel like there's...something a bit off about the final chapter in terms of pacing. The third chapter seems like a reasonable enough resolution for the arc of Etaoin and the changelings. Obviously it does make sense to include the dictionary getting completed, and having some final note about the secret coming out feels like an appropriate note to end on. But then it just keeps going with the last big orgy. I guess I just feel like maybe those parts should've been reversed, maybe the changeling party tacked onto the previous chapter. I dunno, probably just me having some vague feelings.
I did look at one of your other stories (Hassenfeld Pony Anthology) to get a better sense of your writing, and looking back it is rather noticeable how this has more typos and grammatical errors, amid a few questionable stylistic choices. I think that the overall quality is still quite high though. This is a prime example of the kind of kink writing I want to see more of, not just horny but brimming with character and feelings.
It's unfortunate that Fimfiction is a grossly insular hellsite that quashes any attempts to be different. It's bad enough that porn is on the backstep to begin with, with M-rated stories constantly facing the threat of a hail of downvotes from puritanical idiots. There is a place for porn, but the farther you stray from the commonly accepted vanilla kink garbage the harder it's going to be to get any momentum. This story deserves so much more than the meager reception it's gotten. I desperately want there to be more stories like this but it's so difficult to find anyone willing to break the mold in the fields that I'm interested in, and I can only create so much myself. I assume that that was some part of your motivation for writing this, to fill the void of some content that you thought was lacking, and I've always thought that that's one of the surest signs of being a writer: when you think to yourself "I can do this better."
The thing about porn is that it's honest. It's the creator being upfront about the things that they enjoy. You said in the notes about this that Etaoin is effectively a wish fulfillment style self-insert for you, but I think that only serves to make this that much more personal and so much easier to understand. It takes a lot to come out and say these things--about wanting to be comforted, about wanting to love someone, about desiring friggin huge women (as is proper). I have to imagine that you must have gone through a lot of deliberating to publish this rather than just keeping it to yourself, but I would like to think that you and those around you are all the better for your decision to share your fantasies.
I'm not going to tell you to feel any obligation to write more smut like this, but please don't feel ashamed for being different. Feel proud for accomplishing something and for expressing who you are.
Also btw I shared this story around some of my circles and that's probably in part related to why the upvote count suddenly more than doubled in the past day, in case you were wondering.11688611
I'll take "Commenters I Really Didn't Expect" for $800, Alex.
Hey, that's just what we in the law call "natural and probable consequences."
Not really. . . .
Heh! What you see here is a lot more old-school than you'd probably use today (unless you happen to visit The Saguache Crescent); you'll be much more at home with the likes of InDesign. (Then again, I did start teaching myself LaTeX in 2021. . . .)
Is that you, Giger?
I wrote the final scene as a sort of reward for Etaoin's trials and tribulations, and is about as close to an epilogue as I can get in this story. The very last bit was actually planned in my outline -- another natural and probable consequence, and quite frankly he should be shocked it hadn't happened sooner.
(Also I was trying to hit an exact wordcount, as per usual.)
In my defense, I couldn't find someone to edit this in time -- though that's still sorta my fault, as Real Life™ just got absolutely in my way when I just wanted to sit down and write damn it.
I may or may not have had the Leech lined up for the task at first, but, well. . . you can see how that panned out.
To be sure, it's not the first time I wrote something for that reason.
This.
This right here.
I had a huge internal back-and-forth over whether I should even hit the "Publish" button, mostly because I had already built up a reputation for engineering a brand-new made-from-scratch language just for a fanfiction -- and I wasn't about to throw it all away in an instant. What would people think of me then, as some sick depraved pervert with impossible standards?
But like I explained in my notes, the best remedy to that sort of feeling is just to suck it up and do the thing anyway. That, I find, is the best remedy for the fear of being received negatively -- and I felt like being self-indulgent for once. Two birds, one stone.
. . . except it was received a lot better than I expected, even if "[t]his story deserves so much more than the meager reception it's gotten," as you've said. I don't know if I've been robbed of that necessary experience or if the audience is a lot more accepting than I give them credit for, but either way. . . .
(Also hell yes, friggin' huge women.)
I'll. . . try, certainly. Even if it still feels like a skeleton in my closet.
Well, I was ready to leave this story to languish in obscurity, so when a sharp spike in notifications started coming in a month later, I started wondering why that was the case. So. . . thanks? I think?
At any rate, thanks for stopping by and leaving your two cents. Sorry I couldn't be more thorough or timely with my response. . . .
Oh, that bit-