Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic; but AI and Face Swapping does make me look much younger

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic; but AI and Face Swapping does make me look much younger.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: 001-005
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic; but AI and Face Swapping does make me look much younger.

James fidgeted in the examination room, the lace-edged bralette suddenly feeling far more noticeable under his t-shirt than it ever had at home. When Dr. Mercer knocked and entered, James instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, then immediately felt ridiculous.

The doctor, to his credit, didn’t bat an eye. "How’s the tenderness?" he asked, flipping open James’ chart.

"Better, honestly. The uh," James gestured vaguely at his chest, "support helps. A lot."

Dr. Mercer nodded approvingly. "Good. Let’s take a look."

Dr. Elias Mercer’s office smelled like lavender and antiseptic, a combination that somehow made the framed diagrams of mammary glands on the wall feel less intimidating. The silver-haired endocrinologist leaned forward in his chair, steepling his fingers as he studied James and Jennifer with warm, crinkled eyes.

“Let me start by saying,” Dr. Mercer began, “in fifteen years of helping transgender women lactate, I’ve never had a cisgender man walk into my office with this level of commitment. It’s… refreshing.”

James sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by open tabs on his laptop and a half-eaten granola bar that had somehow become part of his "research process." The screen glared back at him with a mix of medical jargon and forum posts from men who had actually tried induced lactation.

“Possible side effects: breast tenderness, hormonal imbalances, mood swings...”

He scratched his stubble. Okay, so he’d be emotional and a little sore. Big deal. He had survived that one time he had tried hot yoga. This couldn’t be worse.

Replay
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

She knew that it was him even as his back was turned. He was wearing the blue track suit – the one without his name across the back of it, so as be in comfort and not be noticed. She knew the back underneath it – broad and black, like polished ebony and just as hard.

“Well, this is a surprise,” she said, “After last night.”

Chapter 7: First Sign of Trouble
I awoke on a tranquil Saturday morning, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet scent of warm pancakes. This delightful fragrance wafted through the air like an inviting melody, gently coaxing me from the depths of my dreams.

As I sat up, sunlight cascaded through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow across the penthouse like a warm embrace. In the corner, Millie and Rory lay sprawled on the floor, tucked beneath a shared blanket that enveloped them like a cocoon of comfort.

This is the first of a multipart story set in my DominaTech universe. If you want to read the others, or any of the trove of stories and caps I’ve created, you can find them here:

https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi

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Medical Center, Napa Valley Recovery Center:
Sara and Cindy wave goodbye to several girls as they are picked up by either their family member or by the Uber that had been arranged for them. This part of the job, the identical sisters loved.

“It’s good to see those girls going back to their families or with new families.” Cindy looks at her twin while watching the cars drive away.

Taking Care of the Boss
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Being Samantha Masters

an homage-sequel to Being Christina Chase