I write Porn for the Internet.

Why? Probably for the same reason anyone creates anything, because I wasn't finding the kind of thing that I liked. So I decided to write a couple of stories that I would enjoy reading.

Actually, I was finding lots of stuff on the Internet, lots of porn, most of it poorly written, not much of it the kind of stuff I enjoyed. When I stumbled across the Acotto site I thought I'd found Nirvana. There were stories about big-breasted women, about flat-chested women becoming large breasted women. There were pictures, morphs, of women looking like the women in the stories.

Especially inspiring was a series of stories about some young girls who continually burst out of their bras and clothes.

And when the predecessor of the current BEArchive sponsored a breast enlargement story contest, I took up the challenge. For some reason, my effort, "Haitian Hooters" won the contest against some stiff competition.

I enjoyed writing the story. And I enjoyed reading the other stories that came along. So I kept on writing. Not as often as some; I either have less time or am slower to write. I often find that I have written nothing for a month or more. But I still write.

The Editors of BEhavior asked me to jot down some thoughts on how I create the stories and what goes into the process. How do I write? Well, I don't outline the whole thing first, as many writers do. On the other hand, I have a good idea of the beginning, the middle, and the end before I sit down in front of the computer. But as many authors can tell you, a lot of changes can occur while I'm trying to get to the end of the story.

The writing of most of my stories begins in the same way: a picture pops into my mind. Not a painting sort of picture, more like a slice of time, a moment. It may or may not be based on reality. More likely, it has some grounding in reality, but then gets stretched and twisted. For instance, one of my first stories, "Clara'sCleavage", was inspired by a real experience. I looked up at a sweaty face through this out-thrust pair of breasts while I fondled them. That picture popped into my mind once and I fantasized what that would have looked like had the breasts been MUCH larger than life! How would the people involved feel? How would they have gotten to that point?

If you read someone's writing I think you can figure out what THEY like. It's certainly easy enough with my writing. I like big breasts. I like writing about what they look like, how they move, how they affect their owners, how they affect those that see and experience them. I enjoy writing descriptive passages about large breasts. How breasts --large breasts-- strain at clothing, how they can be concealed and then revealed. I like to write about the process of discovery, exploring the change in feelings that I think must happen when a body changes.

I enjoy writing about how having large breasts can affect both the woman and those she chooses to share them with. A particular theme --which is repeated in my writings-- is the girl who feels that large breasts are not attractive, but then discovers that being large breasted --or becoming large breasted-- can be a positive thing. Probably this is so because I personally feel that way, and I want others to feel that way. I particularly enjoy writing scenes in which women show off their breasts, proudly, with no sense of shame or guilt.

When I sit down to write a story, I usually have a particular scene around which the story revolves (at least in my mind; it may not be the central scene of the story as it is completed). For instance, the story Abigail: A Fantasy of Discovery actually started for me with the last spoken words: "Eighty Three Inches".

I was driving home when a picture, a scene, sprang into my mind. A young girl dressed in a blazer, white oxford shirt, gray plaid skirt, standing in a classroom doorway. Her breasts bulging massively outward, in no way concealed by her blazer. She had a look of quiet pride as she spoke the words. I had no idea who she was. I didn't know what had just occurred in her life. But I couldn't get the image out of my mind. So I sat down to write her story.

Women who are self-conscious about their breasts often hunch over, wear concealing clothes to try to hide their breasts. What if some well-meaning person were to force someone like this to reveal her "shame"? How would the girl in question react? How would the teacher react when Abigail's extreme munificence was revealed?

The whole story took about five hours to write, including proofreading and rewrites. It takes as long to proof as it does to write. We all tend to repeat the same phrases and words when writing. I like to try to come up with different ways of saying things. "Her large breasts surged and fell beneath her tight, low cut bodice as she spoke," isn't a bad description. But "large" is so common. I actually went out and bought a Thesaurus to help me find other ways to say the same thing.

Words such as huge, massive, Olympian, vast, immense, capacious, lavish, swollen, prodigious and others can all be substituted, but I draw the line at Brobdingnagian and Antaean! :) I have since been accused of swallowing the Thesaurus!

The point is that repetition is boring, and I try not to write boring descriptions.

And, as long as I am here, let me also point out how distracting it is to have to translate a story as you are reading it. "Her long silvery locks fell in tumbling ringlets to her waste." NO, wait, they mean "waist". I think. If I spend the time to write a story, I'm going to spend the time to proofread it. And there is a difference between "waste" and "waist", between "red" and "read"; just spell-checking isn't enough. I'll be the first to admit that I miss things. But every time I see another dropped punctuation mark, another lower case 'I', I cringe. And vow to not make the same mistake the next time.

So: Bit Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking. I write porn for the Internet. It's not something that I announce at dinner parties, but it's something I try to do well. I enjoy doing it.

It's just a hobby!