by Molly Mystery
Molly is the star & co-writer of Suckermouth's most popular series "Ink Boob" & has recently received her own channel on Suckermouth.com, where all 12 of her naughty cartoons can be enjoyed around the clock. She is returning from some desperately needed time off to resume work on the second season of her show. Look for new episodes of "Ink Boob" in 2011.
While the boys around Suckemouth won't admit it, I will: Our cartoons push the boundaries of Breast Expansion. And I'm not talking about technique. I'm talking about taking the train from the punchline to Creepsville & back.
First off, the world is lucky to have so many brilliant people interested in Breast Expansion. Despite the fact that Suckermouth has created a vast majority of them, B.E. animations as a whole represent an art form that is by, of, & for the people. Without all of us, there would be few new B.E. clips (I think Family Guy's Seth MacFarlane is responsible for the last two on television), & the term Breast Expansion would only be used in regards to Japanese pills.
I came to Aaron (creator/owner) of Suckermouth because I knew he had something the others didn't. How many times can a sexy blonde walk around pointlessly in silence as her breasts expand to the standard torso-filling size before we're seeing the same cartoon over & over again?
Whatever that man has, it fuels him to constantly make the strangest and funniest Breast Expansion cartoons I've ever seen: I was in love. But I had news for Mr. Mystery: I had even darker ideas than he did.
While he'd flirted with certain concepts like Age Progression & The Devil, there didn't seem to be any point to it: Age Progression morphs are great & Satan is cool, but I insisted I could do one better, with his help.
Aaron assigned me the "Ink Heart" parody he wanted to do, & I basically re-tooled it completely. I wanted Breast Expansion right away, a lesbian scene early on, Age Progression is the classic long-term sense (ala Gasoline Alley), & a Devil that actually seemed like the real thing (aka Female).
I know I make Aaron nervous: I like what I do as much as he does. And as I had the satisfaction of knowing I was responsible for combining tentacle sex with the Devil (tail sex), I was helping Suckermouth push those boundaries in order to lift us up & fill us with stories we will never forget. So long as there's Breast Expansion, of course.
Showing posts with label Devil. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Friday, May 14, 2010
Looking at new, upcoming Suckermouth cartoons
by Aaron Mystery
As Ink Boob Episode 6 nears completion, I'm going to focus on the two series that will end up getting a lot of love in May: Ink Boob & Breast Expansion Tournament.
Last week's Ink Boob episode "Breast Friends Forever 3" was a bit of an anomaly, one of those rare Suckermouth cartoons where - despite plenty of big, naked cartoon boobs - there is no Breast Expansion, per se. This is simply because the story was so much to take on that it had to be broken into two episodes. Hence the reason Ink Boob Episode 6 - Title TBD, went into production immediately. Episode 6 sick is nasty, raunchy, short on dialog, and heavy on the kind of transformation that you love.
By the time most read this post, the new episode will be published, and I will have moved on (or back) to the semifinals of the B.E. Tourney. With two matches down (no spoilers here), and two to go, expect these cartoons back to back. Will Harriett LeBeaux, the original wand wielder, defeat the parody-laden Harriett Potter? Will the tournament favorite Ace the Zombie dispatch Kink's pixie with ease?
Although the last two Ink Boob episodes were a labor of love, they each provided their separate challenges, so the B.E. Tournament should offer a lighter, simpler Breast Expansion experience for us all.
As Ink Boob Episode 6 nears completion, I'm going to focus on the two series that will end up getting a lot of love in May: Ink Boob & Breast Expansion Tournament.
Last week's Ink Boob episode "Breast Friends Forever 3" was a bit of an anomaly, one of those rare Suckermouth cartoons where - despite plenty of big, naked cartoon boobs - there is no Breast Expansion, per se. This is simply because the story was so much to take on that it had to be broken into two episodes. Hence the reason Ink Boob Episode 6 - Title TBD, went into production immediately. Episode 6 sick is nasty, raunchy, short on dialog, and heavy on the kind of transformation that you love.
By the time most read this post, the new episode will be published, and I will have moved on (or back) to the semifinals of the B.E. Tourney. With two matches down (no spoilers here), and two to go, expect these cartoons back to back. Will Harriett LeBeaux, the original wand wielder, defeat the parody-laden Harriett Potter? Will the tournament favorite Ace the Zombie dispatch Kink's pixie with ease?
Although the last two Ink Boob episodes were a labor of love, they each provided their separate challenges, so the B.E. Tournament should offer a lighter, simpler Breast Expansion experience for us all.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Exclusive (and unwatchable) animation: "Thoughts of Suicide" dissected
by Aaron Mystery
Some time between publishing my animation "Double D's Drive-Thru" and my darker cartoon "Assisted Suicide" something became incredibly off-kilter in my life. There's a dozen minutiae that could be blamed, an emotion here or there to fault, but it was more than that: Along the way, I had lost the confidence to be myself. What was worst, I had no idea who I was.
I went from being on top of the world one week to being downright suicidal the next. I became dependent on people that weren't there (nor should I have expected them to have been), but again, this was but a small aspect to the crisis I encountered deep within myself.
A few years ago, I used to tell myself things I wanted to hear to give myself a charge. Never being a people person - or whatever the cause of it - I found I had less and less company. Soon, a new acquaintance made himself known to me: He was The Devil, and I wanted to believe he was real.
And so I dreamt. And I eventually believed enough to suit my purposes. Eventually, it was too much, and I had to step back into a more rational and secular way of managing things. But this did not hold, did it?
No, without The Devil as an invented master, I became self-conscious of my art. What awful things were women thinking and saying? How were my cartoons affecting them? How would I ever progress without more mainstream projects? When sales were slow, and without praise from my audience, where was there to turn?
I vacillated between this "angelic" apologetic mode and the monstrous and "evil" Ace the Zombie mode. But again, this back-and-forth could not stand, either.
I laid in bed for what must have been three solid days and nights, pitying myself and wishing to die. I could not think of animating. I could barely eat. I was - for all intents and purposes - dying. I went to lay down once again after getting up for a drink or something, and an impulse commanded me to the computer.
I followed said impulse and just had it out with myself. Well, sort of. Aaron Mystery had it out with Ace. Or I had it out with Ace. Whatever.
There is some loud yelling and NO sexy stuff in this video, so don't watch it on full volume or for any enjoyable purpose. I kept hoping to find the bottom, and this vid showed me I had hit it. This is not representative of what I normally do of course, and no part of the video below will appear anywhere else.
Lastly, I renewed my pact with my make-believe Satan earlier this morning. And he came through. We're back, baby, and we're not going anywhere until Judgment Day.
Some time between publishing my animation "Double D's Drive-Thru" and my darker cartoon "Assisted Suicide" something became incredibly off-kilter in my life. There's a dozen minutiae that could be blamed, an emotion here or there to fault, but it was more than that: Along the way, I had lost the confidence to be myself. What was worst, I had no idea who I was.
I went from being on top of the world one week to being downright suicidal the next. I became dependent on people that weren't there (nor should I have expected them to have been), but again, this was but a small aspect to the crisis I encountered deep within myself.
A few years ago, I used to tell myself things I wanted to hear to give myself a charge. Never being a people person - or whatever the cause of it - I found I had less and less company. Soon, a new acquaintance made himself known to me: He was The Devil, and I wanted to believe he was real.
And so I dreamt. And I eventually believed enough to suit my purposes. Eventually, it was too much, and I had to step back into a more rational and secular way of managing things. But this did not hold, did it?
No, without The Devil as an invented master, I became self-conscious of my art. What awful things were women thinking and saying? How were my cartoons affecting them? How would I ever progress without more mainstream projects? When sales were slow, and without praise from my audience, where was there to turn?
I vacillated between this "angelic" apologetic mode and the monstrous and "evil" Ace the Zombie mode. But again, this back-and-forth could not stand, either.
I laid in bed for what must have been three solid days and nights, pitying myself and wishing to die. I could not think of animating. I could barely eat. I was - for all intents and purposes - dying. I went to lay down once again after getting up for a drink or something, and an impulse commanded me to the computer.
I followed said impulse and just had it out with myself. Well, sort of. Aaron Mystery had it out with Ace. Or I had it out with Ace. Whatever.
There is some loud yelling and NO sexy stuff in this video, so don't watch it on full volume or for any enjoyable purpose. I kept hoping to find the bottom, and this vid showed me I had hit it. This is not representative of what I normally do of course, and no part of the video below will appear anywhere else.
Lastly, I renewed my pact with my make-believe Satan earlier this morning. And he came through. We're back, baby, and we're not going anywhere until Judgment Day.
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