Midweek Mammaries - The Totem Remake (Patreon)

Over the years I've been doing the Grove I think we can all agree there has been some improvement in the animation side of things. Some of that is just practice, and some is due to investing in better technology. The tech I used back in 2018 really only let me do full scene animations there were 100 frames or less, often in frame sizes smaller than 900 pixels.

One such animation was The Totem. At the time I supplemented the short animation with a short story (which I'll attach below). Now with two years more experience and more powerful equipment I've revisited the old idea, with a newer, longer, higher-res animation.

Enjoy!

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Original Story Text:

“That would be right” Cherie thought as she ran her fingers along the busty figurine she had just found in her box of possessions. “Must be Darren’s. Pig. But how did it end up in my box?” she mused scornfully. Cherie felt the pit of her stomach fall out as unexpected item brought back memories of the painful breakup.

Her eyes stung and she could feel the beginnings of another crying session about to take place. Her thoughts racing she didn’t even notice the foreign thought entering her mind. A soft voice asked in a sympathetic tone “What is it you want the most?” Without thinking Cherie answered - “Revenge. I want that scum to be so jealous of me and sorry for breaking up that he’d bend over backwards to have me back… then I could spurn him!”

Cherie paused, a slight unease flavouring her upset emotions. “Did I just answer myself?” she wondered. In a quiet singsong tone she heard the whispering voice again - “Granted”.

A blinding light flashed from the totem, catching Cherie by surprise. There was something not right with her – the foreign entity, before the slightest whisper, now felt like it was shouting. Not just in her mind either, but somehow in every muscle, every cell in her body.

Within her chest Cherie could feel the ‘shout’ reverberating against itself, filling her like light would fill a dark room. With a loud gurgle, her petite breasts began pushing against her singlet, her erect nipples leading the charge. They pushed outwards, breast flesh filling out behind them seemingly from nowhere. It felt like she had strapped water balloons to her torso, the weight shifting her centre of gravity.

Cherie was overwhelmed. “How… why…” she attempted to form the ideas but found them drowned out by the shout. At the size of cantaloupes, her breasts ceased their march out from her body, cold air lapping at her hard nipples that were now poking out the side of her top. As quickly as it began the shout subsided.

Her mind abuzz with new sensations coming from her vastly increased assets, Cherie was still able to make out the calm and soothing voice over the clamour – “And now, we can begin” it whispered.