Trial By Algorithm

Mutatis Mutandis can now be found - here.

'After reviewing our records, we've determined that your AdSense account
poses a risk of generating invalid activity.'

Blegh. Not the best email to wake up to. Apparently my blogs have been generating illegal ad revenue, despite never encouraging or soliciting people to click adverts in any way, so my adsense account has been disabled and the meagre revenue I'd been trying for the last year to build to the point where they actually pay out has been wiped. Which sucks.

Its also strange, in that I got nerd rage when they changed my email address, but now that they've nicked £20 off me I couldn't care less. I'm just going to take my ball and go to wordpress which, while not paying ad revenue either, doesn't make you feel like a criminal while not doing it.

It also has the added benefit of not looking and functioning like a pile of crap.

Sorry for the inconvenience of this. I hope I'll see you over there.

Linky

Final Poll Results and New Poll

The final results are in. Thanks to everyone who voted.


Your favourite TF
Gender: 12 (23%)
Animal: 6 (11%)
Inanimate: 49 (94%)
Other: 4 (7%)

A new poll is also up.  Would people prefer it if I spit the blog into seperate blogs focusing on a particular type of transformation i.e. a blog for inanimate TF and a blog for animal TF?

Miss Dee Rection

This bodysuit is amazing. Nobody would ever guess that inside this flexible body is an overweight 50-year old man.
After my arthritis got so bad that I had to start using this suit full time, the hardest part was having to relearn all my old tricks. Guys weren't intimidated by this body anymore but they easily underestimated me. Even after I hustled them they never realised it, or if they did they never seemed to mind.
Having their eyes on me and not the game works great too, and II'm always finding new ways to draw their gaze. This is one of my favourites. Judging by the cue stick in the front of my opponent's trousers I think it's working.

Bra Hero

Bra: Ungh... babe...this is...amazing but... I think you made me too small...I can't contain you...it feels like I'm going to explode...
Mandy: Shush! Bra's are supposed to be supportive, not complain all the time!
Bra: But...it...hurts...
Mandy: Great, now you made me break my multiplier! I'm not turning you back for atleast another song.
*volume up*
Bra: Nghh...

Grrrrr! Ramblerambleramble

Warning! Angry rant follows...

The Bachelor Party

"Guys, I said no strippers," Jeff laughed as his friends tied him to the table. "If Mary found out she'd..."
His voice and his laughter trailed off as his best man brought into a room not a stripper, but a can of pink spray paint. As they coated his body with it, he felt his skin thicken into gaudy, pink plastic and his flesh melt away. In no time at all, he had become a love doll tied to the table in the back room of some seedy club.

 

It is a bachelor party, he reasoned, as his drunken friends shoved a funnel into his puckered mouth and began to drag a keg of beer over. This sort of stuff is supposed to happen.
The beer began to flow into the funnel; the room swam around his head as his body swelled with alcohol.
I just hope one of them is sober enough in the morning to remember to change me back.

Morning After

You're finally awake! Quite a party last night, huh? You're the last to leave.
The costume? Well after I caught you boning my girlfriend in my bed I dumped her and you were so drunk you fell asleep. So I upgraded you. You're her replacement.
Did I say you were the last to leave? Silly me. The suit restricts your movements the closer you get to the door. Take one step outside and it renders you totally immobile.
Anyway I've got some spare organs left over from your upgrade. Be a good gynoid and flush those for me? Thanks. After that there's some dishes that need cleaning. And after that I think I'll take your new chassis out for a test drive.