Purity Spell: Bombshells

Image Description: Two women are standing mostly naked in a blue-walled bedroom next to a large white bed. One woman, who has long brown hair, is bent over, with her hands on her thighs, with her large breasts hanging free, and she’s looking at the camera with a smile on her face. The other woman is standing behind the first, with her hands on the first woman’s butt, positioned as though they were having doggy-style sex. The second woman has long blonde hair and very large breasts, and is looking down at her body with an expression of joyous surprise. The brunette is wearing clear plastic heels, and the blonde is wearing white heels.

Caption: “Wow, I can’t believe it worked!!”

“What did I tell you? My parents installed this old purity spell after the first time I brought a guy home. Joke’s on them: I’m super bi!”

“God, my tits are huge!”

“You bet they are. ‘Busty Blonde Bombshell’ is the default setting.”

“Not complaining. Except...it’s not permanent, is it?”

“Hell no! There’s no way my parents could afford that many daughters!”

“So why’d they keep it when you moved out?”

“They don’t know how to turn it off. I can’t imagine what will happen if they ever try to sell the place.”

“Hey, you changed too! I thought purity spells only affected guys.”

“I made some adjustments. My dad uses the same password for everything.”

“But why change yourself? You looked fine!”

“I know, but I’m not going out with boyfriend looking hotter than me! Now get dressed. If tonight goes well, I think you might reconsider making this just a temporary change.”

Commentary: I think the Purity Spell is maybe the best idea I've had.

Just a Little Glitch

Image Description: A blond woman is sitting on an ornate gold-and-white bed. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, and is wearing a lacy pink-bowed purple bra with matching purple panties and a garter belt, which is connected to her pink stockings. She is pulling down her panties to expose her erect cock and tight balls. 

Caption: “Does this look like the ‘Full Womanhood Experience’ to you, Craig?”

“Lots of women have penises, Ty.”

“Sure, but I didn’t need cutting-edge nanotech to give me a dick. I had a dick already, I want to try having a pussy. It’s half of why I paid for this.”

“Fine, fine, it’s just a glitch. Sometimes the nanites have trouble reconstructing the more complex organs. Any other problems?”

“No, I’m totally happy with the rest. I’m fuckin’ hot, my tits are fantastic, I just need to get rid of this thing. It’s been hard enough to break rocks all morning.”

“That’s typical with this bug. There, reboot signal sent. You’re on your way to a shiny new vagina, though the arousal might last another day or two.”

“Okay, but how long until my pussy is ready?”

“A few hours. Why?”

“Why? I’ve got a date. Did you think I dressed like this for you?”

“You know I can still reprogram those nanites, right? Maybe you’d like to have two dicks.”

User Experience

Image Description: A woman stands in a featureless room. She has long strawberry blonde hair that covers her otherwise bare breasts. She has one well-manicured hand on her hip, and the other on her thigh. She is wearing only a silver ring on her left middle finger and a small circular silver shield over her groin, held in place with a thin silver chain.

Caption: “Why did you change my character designs?” Audrey demanded, barging into Felix’s office.
“Marketing thought your female warrior design was unattractive.”
“She’s a barbarian. She isn’t supposed to be attractive, she’s supposed to be a badass.”
“That’s a pretty sexist attitude. Attractive women can be badasses.”
“You made her into a stick-thin sex object in a metal bikini! Her armor is totally impractical! It doesn’t provide actual protection!”
“Sure it does, it has the same stats as the male armor. And the male characters are sexualized too, just look at all their muscles! Besides, we have to make certain aesthetic choices. For realism.”
“It’s a fantasy game!”
“So why does it matter if she has ‘practical’ armor? You’re just not making sense, Audrey. I think you’re too emotionally invested.”
She glared at him, then sighed in frustration and stomped out.

When Felix woke, he brushed long hair out of his face with a willowy, manicured hand. Looking around, it only took him a moment to recognize the surroundings. After all, he’d been looking at them for over a year now. He was in the game! Level 1!

A note had been coded into a nearby wall: “I’ve given it some more thought, and you’re totally right. In fact, I made some more badass aesthetic adjustments that I think you’ll really enjoy! Make it to the end of the game, and we’ll talk about your user experience after.

- Audrey”

Commentary: At one point I had a different idea for this picture, and I might get around to doing it at some point...

Unintentional Trait Swapper

Image Description: A woman with dark hair pulled back into a ponytail is sitting on a beach. She has tanned skin and small breasts, and she is wearing red bikini bottoms and a silver belly button ring. She has a shocked expression on her face and is looking at a woman who has long blond hair, pale skin, and much larger breasts, who is wearing pink bikini bottoms.

Caption: “Hey! Those are my boobs!”

“What? Oh! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“You’re one of those trait swappers, aren’t you? Give them back!”

“I can’t!”

“What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?”

“I don’t know how to control the ability yet! I see something I want, and—poof!—I have it!”

“Well, poof  them back!”

“I’d have to want those tits! But I don’t want any tits! I was a dude until I checked out a girl with this body! If I could fix it, I would!”

“Wait, so why’d you come to a topless beach?”

“Oh, wow, would you look at the time? Catch you later!”

Deep Bench

Image Description: A woman with shoulder-length blonde hair stands on one side of a volleyball net. She is wearing a black bikini and holding a volleyball, and she has a satisfied expression on her face. Behind her and to her left are three dark-haired women standing casually.

Caption: “Well, you boys sure are quiet. Starting to rethink your comments about girls’ volleyball
skills? Because by my count, you’re 0 for 3, and I’ve got three new recruits for the girls’
team. They’re not exactly starters, but it’s nice to have a deep bench. So, who’s next?”

Commentary: I always love captions about sports and magical wagers like this.

Potty Training

Image Description: Three women are standing in a bedroom, bent over a bed, next to a wastebasket. All three have their pants pulled down slightly to expose their oversized diapers. The two girls on the left have one hand on their diapers, as if in distress. The girl on the left has brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and is wearing a gray sweatshirt, a pink shirt underneath, a blue diaper, dark gray pants, and bright pink socks. The girl in the middle has long blonde hair, a gray hoodie with writing on the back, a purple shirt underneath, a blue diaper, purple capris, and white ankle socks. The girl on the right has dark brown hair and is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink top with a white cami underneath, a white diaper with a green stripe down the middle, and black pants.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens was at her wit’s end. Halfway through the school year, and the Beta Tau Gamma fraternity house next door had to reclassify itself as a sorority thanks to her spells. She’d hoped that would put a stop to the raucous parties, but if anything, they’d only gotten worse! Loud boys coming in and out at all hours, that head-splitting noise they called “music” nowadays, and the filth. Sure, they couldn’t relieve themselves on her prize bluebells anymore, but these—well, you could hardly call them ladies, could you?—would just hike up their skirts (not that they needed to hike them very far, mind you, even in this weather) and squat right there in the yard when the party was on. The snowy yard was still splotched with yellow patches after their last little soirée. So she rolled up her sleeves and hit the spellbooks. She’d raised five lovely children, so she knew a thing or two about discipline. Sometimes if you wanted a child to learn a bit of self-control, you had to take some control away. The sisters next door had a lot of growing up to do, but Mrs. Stevens supposed that if they behaved themselves, she might even put them back in their big girl panties by the time Spring Break rolled around.

Commentary: This is a sequel to Watering the Flowers, and won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens or the fratgirls next door...

Delta Upsilon Incident Report 040905

Image Descripton: A muscular young man wearing only a pair of beach necklaces is standing in a basement bar, surrounded by fully-clothed blonde women. He has an excited look on his face and board shorts tan lines around his shaved groin. The woman to the lower right of the image is wearing a bedsheet toga and a laurel of leaves, and has a mischievous look on her face. The one on the lower left is wearing a red skirt and white tank top, and she is smiling with a red Solo cup in one hand. The one on the upper left is wearing a short pink dress that hangs off one shoulder, tied at the waist with a red cord, and a floral print handbag, and the man has one arm around her. She has a hesitant smile on her face. The one on the right of the man has a similar smile and a similar dress, but with the red and pink reversed. A fifth woman is peeking over the man's shoulder, smiling broadly and wearing a blue-and-white trucker's cap. In the background of the image, a brunette woman with her hair pulled back looks on dispassionately.

Caption: 
Casefile: Delta Upsilon Sorority

Subject: Douglas Walter Preston, Jr. aka “Horndoug”

Capsule: This is the last known photo of Sen. Preston’s son, seen nude in the presence of six apparently young women. Only one has been positively identified: Mildred van Hooke, seen in the back of the shot. According to our intel, van Hooke is the mother figure of Delta Upsilon, and she appears in photographs dating back to 1958, apparently without aging. Otherwise, this image illustrates the prototypical Delta Upsilon ritual, bringing a young man to a secluded location on the promise of a party, stripping him of clothing, and taking a picture. What happens after is unknown, but the young men are never seen again.

Commentary: It's interesting to think about what kinds of investigations might happen in worlds where people get magically gender-transformed.

Side-Effects

Image Description: Two busty women are standing together wearing one-piece swimsuits, looking down at their bodies and glistening with sweat. The one on the left has short, dark brown hair and a see-through pink swimsuit that shows off her nipples and pubic hair. The one on the right has short, dirty blond hair and a see-through white swimsuit that is similarly exposing.

Caption: Gendryl, the gender-swapping drug, is proving to be a near-complete success. The only significant side-effects, demonstrated here by test subjects Randy and Steve, are hyperactive sweat glands, and a tendency for bodily fluids to dissolve most fabrics. While this is a setback and will be corrected in the next revision, test subjects have been surprisingly unfazed by it. According to one subject,  “I planned to spend the test period naked and sweaty anyway.”

Commentary: Here it is, the start of all new content, all the time!

Full Coverage

Image Description: A woman with long, crimped blond hair is bent over in front of a jet of water coming down from above. She is topless, holding the bottom of her magenta swimsuit down around her thighs so that the jet can soak her backside. She has a small Playboy bunny tattoo just above her pubic region.

Caption: After last year's back hair incident, Ralph made sure to get complete coverage when he showered at the NuYou Resort.

Commentary: And here's the last New Content Friday because from here on out, every post is new content! Look forward to two more new caps next week!

Also, any similarities between the NuYou Resort and Bikini Beach are purely coincidental.

Fucking Sirens

Image Description: A naked woman with her blond hair in a bun stands on a beach with her arms akimbo, looking down at a dog standing on a large rock. The dog is looking down at the rock.

Caption: “Well, you should feel bad, Keith! You’re the one who pissed off those sirens, and now look at us! You’re a dog, I’m a chick, and we’re stranded on this desert island with no hot guys for miles! I mean no people! Not hot guys, guys aren’t hot, I’m straight! I mean, there’s nobody around, no muscular bodies, with big, hard—shit! Fucking sirens! Fucking Keith! Fucking...fucking...mmm...

Dammit, I’m gonna look for some bananas.”

Commentary: One more to go...

Puzzle Box

Image Description: A young naked woman with shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair sits on a wooden cube with various shapes and patterns on each of the sides. She looks downward and to the side, with a calm, contemplative expression on her face, and her legs crossed over one face of the cube.

Caption: Hector was a master of puzzles, so naturally he jumped at the chance to examine the latest acquisition of the Antiquities Department, an alchemist’s puzzle box from the 11th century. It was in pristine condition, and Hector was shocked by the sophistication of its interlocking parts. He twisted and pressed different pieces, and was shocked again when a pattern locked into place and glowed. Almost immediately, he felt his sciatica disappear, along with the arthritic aches in his joints. A quick look into his cell phone camera showed that he looked thirty years younger, maybe more! The allure of real magic was too tempting to pass up. He tested other sequences, carefully and dispassionately noting each effect. His race changed a few times, skin darkening and lightening, features altering in various combinations. His age cycled up and down the decades, and at some point he became a very attractive young woman. He played with the cube a little longer, but while his breasts grew and shrank, along with his hair and hips, he couldn’t find the pattern to restore his male form. The longer he remained in this new body with its new desires, the more he wanted to explore himself rather than the box. And so he resolved to do a thorough exploration, just as soon as he figured out how to undo the changes that left him two feet—whoops, make that eight inches—tall. On second thought, maybe his height could wait...

Commentary: I'm back! And I've got another shrinking caption too!

Setback

Image Description: A heavily pregnant woman with long blonde hair stands with a large barbell over her shoulders. She is wearing a pink-and-gray sports bra and black exercise shorts with pink piping, and she's looking at the camera.

Caption: Geoff Shaw stood on the stage at the World's Strongest Man competition, ready to accept the award he'd worked toward his entire life. A moment later, he was sitting on a toilet, looking down at a positive pregnancy test and a very different body. On the news, they called it the Great Shift, but Geoff just called it a setback. Seven months later, Geoff certainly wasn't in world-class shape, but it was a start.

He made it to the stage once before, and she'd do it again.

Changing Storms: Dad Jokes

Image Description: A naked woman with long blonde hair leans over an outdoor grill in a fenced-in yard, with one hand grabbing her own butt.

Caption: The changing storm passed over pretty quickly while most of use were inside. Unfortunately, Dad was out setting up the grill.

"Looks like I'm out of kielbasa," he said with a smile. "But I've got plenty of buns!"

I guess the rain didn't dampen his spirits.

No More Man-Boobs

Image Description: A naked woman with long blonde hair leans back in a sauna, holding her large breasts as she tilts her head backwards.

Caption: I've always been unhappy with my weight, so I finally joined a gym. I even hired a trainer.

"Use the sauna," she said. "It'll make the pounds melt right off. It's like magic."

She was right, of course, and I can't say that it didn't work. It's just that I joined specifically to get rid of my man-boobs, and this wasn't quite what I had in mind.

Master PC: Found Out

Image Description: A slim woman with wavy, shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair steps out of a nice car, dressed only in a necklace, thigh-high black stockings and velvety black high-heeled shoes. She has smoky eye makeup, green fingernails, and pierced nipples.

Caption: “Shit shit shit!” Gavin shouted in a voice that was becoming uncomfortably familiar. The cracking in his normal baritone was the first sign that something had gone horribly wrong. When he noticed the bright green finish on his nails, he made a hasty exit from the fundraiser and ran to his car, faceplanting halfway across the lot.

If there were any doubt left in his mind about what was happening, it vanished when he saw that his Italian leather shoes had become a pair of velvety black five-inch heels. The very same kind of heels that his wife had been wearing for the past month. She must have found the Master PC program, must have realized all the little changes he’d been making to her, and now she was getting her revenge. He scrambled to his feet and climbed into the car.

He couldn’t drive too quickly, not with the way his heels kept slipping off the pedal. He could taste fresh gloss on his lips, and could only imagine how ridiculous he looked. As if on cue, that’s when his clothes started disappearing. His tuxedo vanished, piece by piece, until he was left in just a bowtie and his socks—and the heels, of course. He prayed he wouldn’t get pulled over like this.

So far all the changes were cosmetic. Even as his socks crept up his legs into a pair of black stockings, even as his bowtie turned into a gaudy necklace, Gavin knew he could handle the minor alterations.

His heart sank when he had to pull over and adjust his seat, having suddenly become too short to see over the dash. His muscles shrank like deflated balloons, leaving him thinner than he could remember being since childhood. He drove faster, trying to ignore the places where his body was now starting to grow. His naked ass squealed against the leather seat as it expanded, and his budding breasts bounced uncomfortably with every bump in the road.

He nearly swerved into a tree when the two cold metal studs pierced his nipples.

As he pulled into the drive, Gavin felt the last bit of his manhood shrinking away. He opened the car door, hoping he could talk some sense into her.

And hoping that she hadn’t found the Save Changes button.

40-Lust

Image Description: A young woman with short blonde hair is playing tennis on a clay court, wearing only a pair of tennis shoes. She's holding a racket and looking over the net toward the camera.

Caption: I challenged Trevor to a tennis match, with just a little wager on the table. Loser has to be the winner’s sexy nympho girlfriend for a month. Easy, right? I mean, Trevor’s failing Transformation Magic 101. But I guess he spends his study time on the tennis court instead, and now I’m losing 40-lust.

I mean love!

Like how much I love Trevor and his big, meaty—oh shoot, there goes another. Whoopsie!

I guess that’s game, sex, and match!

Commentary: I love the "transformation by wager" trope.

Changing Storms: Snow Job

Image Description: A young woman with dirty blond hair pulled back into a ponytail with a red scrunchie stands outside. She is topless with red thong underwear, and she is gathering snow from a large snowdrift into a green tub.

Caption: David got caught outside during the changing storm, along with hundreds of other newly-minted teenage girls. He arrived home to find a thong, a scrunchie, and a copy of Seventeen magazine on his bed. His roommates thought they were so funny. They also thought they’d be safe
staying inside until all the snow melted. A second exposure to the snow meant David might spend a couple more days in this form, but it’d be worth it to get back at the other guys.

After all, revenge is a dish best served cold.

Scheduling Error

Image Description: Two smiling naked women lie on their stomachs in a shallow stream along a rocky shoreline. The one on the left has long blond hair with dark roots and has one of her legs lifted in the air, the one on the right has light brown hair tied back and is propped up on her elbow, with a necklace dangling.

Caption: Mike and I heard the stories about the magic cove our whole lives. Most people didn’t believe them, but with the promise of a new perspective on life, what did we have to lose? We waited until the Vernal Equinox, stripped down, and submerged ourselves in the chilly waters at daybreak, just as the legends said. Neither of us could have imagined the results. We stepped out of the water,
shivering, dripping—and female! We looked like we could have been our own twin sisters. Naturally, we took advantage of our new bodies. We went shopping, got free drinks at the bar, and we each spent a little alone time getting to know ourselves a little more intimately. It’s been fun, and we’ve really learned a lot from our changed perspective, but we’re both ready to change back.

It’s a real shame neither of us bothered to check the tide charts.

Commentary: I thought it'd be good to end the week with a shorter entry, and right in time for Spring! If you ever happen to stumble on this cove, maybe send me directions.

Changing Storms: More than a Handful

Image Description: A naked woman with long, wet blonde hair stands on a porch, holding one of her breasts to her mouth so she can suck on the nipple.

Caption: Katie had always hated her flat chest, so when Amy called to say that the changing storm had given her a pair of D-cups, Katie rushed right out. She didn't even care that the rain dissolved her clothes off, and didn't care who saw her standing naked on her porch, not once the pressure began building in her chest, pushing out into two sizable round tits. She hefted them happily in her hands and drank in as much rainwater as she could, hoping she'd be one of the few people blessed with permanent changes. As she squeezed her new tits, she noticed them growing heavier and fuller. Small white drops began to appear at the tips of her nipples, and she realized there was more to the change than Amy had mentioned. Overcome by happiness, strange urges, and desperate hope to do anything that might make the changes last longer, she lifted her new breast and wrapped her mouth around the nipple—something she'd only ever dreamed of being able to do before—drinking deeply, both of the warm, surprisingly sweet milk and the amazingly pleasurable new sensations.

Commentary: I really wish I could have found a bigger version of this picture, but I think I saw it as a screengrab from a video, and this was the biggest it got without looking funky. This one could also use another editing pass. Oh well.

Lost Medallion

Image Description: Three naked women stand in knee-deep water along a beach. They're carrying fins, goggles, and snorkels. Two of them have long brown hair, and the third has short blonde hair.

Caption: "We've been diving for hours, and we're no closer to finding the medallion that turned us into chicks. Maybe it's time to accept it and go bikini shopping."

Commentary: Does this count as an Altered Fates tie-in? I'm going to count it :).