Brief Hiatus

Going on a break for a couple of weeks, but don't worry...absence makes the heart grow fonder. Just ask Mr. Branson here!

Better Fit

Image Description: A woman with long, voluminous brown hair sits in an enormous red-soled black stiletto heel. She's wearing a black vinyl top that shows a lot of cleavage, and strappy leggings that lead all the way down to her own shiny black stiletto heels.

Caption: In hindsight, Alan could have worded his wish better than "I want to fit in women's shoes."

Commentary: I love shrinking! Unfortunately, my Photoshop skills are not nearly up to par for making my own shrinking captions, so I have to rely on extremely serendipitous pictures like this!

A Quick Pic

Image Description: A very pregnant woman with long dark hair, a black-and-white striped shirt, and denim overalls, holds up her pink polka-dot cell phone and smiles brightly. She has a grumpy-looking bulldog on a leash and is wearing purple tennis shoes, standing in front of some metal mailboxes.

Caption: "Sandra! Hi! It's been too long! Yeah, should just be another week or two. I'm just ready to be a mom now, you know?

Terry? Oh, he's right here! I've had him on a pretty tight leash ever since I found out he was sleeping with you.

You thought I didn't know? Oh honey, you have a lot to learn, but I'll be happy to teach you. Just let me snap one quick pic—it'll be...what, twenty years before you look like that again?

That's assuming I don't make you a boy; I mean, I already have a girl on the way, and if I'm going to have twins, it might be nice to have some variety. Terry went through a similar change, and he liked it so much that he's going to have a litter of puppies!

Oh, don't look so scared. You'll spend a year on your back, waited on hand and foot. You'll love it, I'm sure.

You know, just before I changed him, Terry said he'd love to see the two of us together. Well, we'll never be closer than this!"

Commentary: I don't think of unbirthing as something I have much interest in, but I've definitely done some captions in that direction. Hmmm...

Frantic Search

Image Description: A young woman with long, somewhat unkempt brown hair stands on a chair next to a large bookcase full of books. She looks over her shoulder toward the open door to the room. She's wearing just a black-and-red striped long-sleeve shirt that doesn't entirely cover her naked butt.

Caption: The spellbook had to be in this shelf; Steve had already checked all the others. Hopefully he could find it and cast the reversal spell before she—wait, was that the door? Oh, shit.

What You Eat

Image Description: A naked young woman with small breasts and long, somewhat unkempt brown hair holds a large watermelon rind and a bunch of grapes. Her mouth is full, and behind her are several people in swimwear.

Caption: "Dude, what's with all the fruit?"

"Well, you remember how that crazy witch hit me with a 'you are what you eat' curse?"

"Yeah, of course."

"And how after going down on Linda, I turned into a copy of her?"

"Obviously."

"I thought eating grapes might bring back my balls, 'cause they're kind of similar, right?"

"And it didn't work."

"Obviously."

"So what about the watermelon?"

"If I'm gonna be stuck as a chick until I eat...you know, that, I might as well have a decent pair of melons. Ooh, I think they're starting to grow!"

Commentary: I like this curse idea. Might have been worth exploring why this dude is naked in public, though.

Hunting High and Low

Image Description: A naked woman is kneeling on a chair and bending over to look underneath it, so that her upper body is upside-down. Her long black hair hangs on the floor, and her butt, pussy, and feet are facing the camera.

Caption: Casey looked high and low, but his manhood was nowhere to be found.

Commentary: Describing this picture was not easy.

Changing Storms: Storm of the Century

Image Description: A naked couple is standing outside in a meadow in the rain. The woman is petite, with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and she's looking down at the man's erect cock. He's facing away from the camera, and he's tall and thick-built, with buzz-cut hair. He holds a white towel wrapped around the young woman's back.

Caption: "Thanks, Chuck. The National Weather Service has issued a warning for what's being valled the most disruptive changing storm ever, worse even than the St. Louis Centaurnado of 2014. On the map, you can see this squall line that produced mid-20s age changes all across the Pacific Northwest. This morning, that merged with a front coming out of Canada that causes a heightened state of sexual arousal, making people act like animals in heat. The resulting storm is sitting over much of the Midwest, with no sign of letting up anytime soon. We've heard reports of flash flooding and collapsed roofs, but we really won't know the extent of the damage until the effects wear off, which could be more than a week away. People in the storm's path are advised to stay inside, and above all else, stay dry and wait for emergency assistance."

Commentary: A rare caption that isn't gender transformation-based from me. Gonna be hard to figure out what the tags on this one are, honestly. One that I'd probably do a little differently if I did it over again. And if anyone's got a pic I could make a Centaurnado caption out of, send that my way...

Approaching Perfection

Image Description: A naked pregnant woman with short brown hair stands on one leg in a kitchen next to a refrigerator. She has one hand on the top of the fridge, while her other hand holds the heel of the black high-heeled shoe she's wearing.

Caption: Barry seemed nice when Sheila first met him, but once they got married, he suddenly had these "traditional" ideas. "A woman's place is in the kitchen," he would often say proudly. "Why do you need so many shoes? The perfect woman should be barefoot and pregnant."

Sheila could complain, but she supposed that when you married young, there would always be those little surprises. For instance, she never told him she was a witch. Now Barry's working on being more perfect himself. So far she's got the kitchen covered, and she's a pro at the bare and pregnant parts.

She's even starting to understand the allure of shoes!

Commentary: New content Friday! Hope you enjoy it!

The Wand of Desire

Image Description: A young woman with long brown hair sits up against a wall, pushing a blue crystalline object into her shaved pussy. She is wearing a turquoise tube top that is pushed down below her naked breasts, and a striped knee-sock in various shades of turquoise. She has one hand curled between her breasts, and her eyes are closed in an expression of pleasure.

Caption: Kevin found the wand at an archaeological dig site with his graduate program. It was half sticking out of the dirt, made of a shiny blue crystal that looked at once both new and ancient. He knew he should have turned it in, but he liked the way it looked, the way it felt in his hands. He hid it until they’d returned to the States, looking at it only once before going back to his apartment.

The find gave him a newfound energy and confidence. He dressed in brighter colors (mostly shades of blue). Kevin was friendlier, more outgoing, and horny. He found himself masturbating three or four times a day, always holding the wand, sometimes using it to stroke the shaft of his cock, loving its little tingles of pleasure.

You might think his grades would suffer, but they improved dramatically. Kevin felt like he understood these ancient cultures intimately. He spent more and more time in the archives, poring over maps of the dig site and cataloguing the artifacts. He was looking for something, but didn’t know what it was.

As time passed, he let his hair grow out and stopped shaving (not that anyone would notice). His muscle mass dwindled and he put on weight in his chest and hips. He noticed that his cock no longer filled his hand, but he put off seeing a doctor. Between classes and the archives and his still-increasing libido, he just didn’t have the time.

He barely noticed when the professors and other students started calling him Kendra. It felt natural. He did notice the strange looks he got when using the men’s restrooms, so he started using the women’s. It was nicer anyway, and it’s not like he could use a urinal anymore. Occasionally he’d think it strange how small his dick was, how his semen had become so thin and clear. But it was so much more sensitive now, and he didn’t want that to go away.

His scrotum had become little more than a flap of extra skin behind his shrunken dick. He didn’t pay it any notice (in fact, he kind of liked how smooth everything looked without it) until one day the wand brushed against it, and Kevin gasped at the sensation. He probed it with his fingers, noticing for the first time that it folded inward, and that it demanded to be filled.

Something clicked in her mind. She pushed the wand inside, tensing as it filled her. She brought herself to orgasm once, twice, then lost count. Kevin was carried away by waves of intense pleasure, and only Kendra remained.

When it was over, Kendra stood, shakily, seized again with the need to go searching through the archives again. But now she felt another desire, like her massive libido had become laser-focused. And unlike her long nights wandering among maps and pottery, she knew exactly what she wanted.