Just one more slice...

Image Description: A young woman with smoky eyes, dark full lashes, and long black hair lays on her stomach on a couch, looking over a pizza box with several slices of pepperoni pizza in it, biting her lip. She is wearing a light blue tank top and a similarly-colored thong.

Caption: “Ugh, I can’t believe this,” Savina said, hanging up her cell phone. “I’ll be right back. Don’t touch my pizza; last time you ate the whole thing.”

“You can’t stop me,” Al replied, eyeing the hot pepperoni pie.

“I can make you regret it.” Savina waved her hands over the pizza and spoke a few magic words. “See you in fifteen, twerp.”

Al rolled his eyes and grabbed a slice as soon as Savina was out the door. He wolfed it down, and his clothes changed immediately. His t-shirt and jeans morphed into a powder blue tank top and matching thong panties. They rode up uncomfortably, but if Al knew his sister, the spell would have changed his whole wardrobe in the same way.

After the second slice, his black hair cascaded down to his back, and his eyelashes became longer and fuller. He suspected that he was completely made up, and there’d be no removing it with soap or wipes. The third slice swelled his butt and hips, narrowed his shoulders, and melted his body hair,
leaving him smooth and slim and curvy. Slice number four gave him swelling breasts, too big to strap down or hide with baggy shirts, and he could feel his manhood shrink to a comical size. He spread out on the couch, feeling his tiny stiffness pressing into the cushions as he looked into the box.

“Maybe just one more slice,” he said...

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...

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...

No Tip

Image Description: A woman with long dark hair stands at an open door holding a pizza box. She is wearing a tight white tank top and lace-topped pink panties with thin white stripes. She has a tribal tattoo on her lower back, peeking out over the tops of the panties.

Caption: Wanda sighed audibly when she saw the address attached to this pizza. Jeff Andrews never tipped, but he loved to harass the female delivery drivers. She couldn't make him more generous, but with a little magic, Wanda made sure that Jeff couldn't stiff anyone again.

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.

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...

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.

Changing Storms: Recaptured Youth

Image Description: A naked couple kisses in the rain in the middle of a street under an umbrella. The man, on the left, has tattoos across his back and calves, and the woman has tan lines. They are facing away from the camera.

Caption: Gertrude and Roscoe had been married fifty years. Even though their wild youth was long past, they thanked the heavens for every new day. They also thanked the heavens for today's changing storm, and the opportunity it gave them to relive some of the more adventurous times of their life together.

Commentary: It's nice to have a sweet one now and then.

Great Shift: Honest Hank

Image Description: A woman with long legs and long brown hair is bent over, looking into the engine of a BMW. She is facing away from the camera, wearing black high-heeled shoes and a white top that just covers half of her naked butt, flashing her genitals at the camera.

Caption: Honest Hank was lucky; he didn’t have to change careers after The Great Shift.
“Fixin’ cars is all up here,” he’d say, pointing a well-manicured finger to his temple. He’s really jumped into his new life with both feet—in designer heels. If anything, the other guys think he’s a
little too comfortable, especially with his new philosophy on work attire: “Why should I be the only one who gets to take a peek under the hood?”

Commentary: Sometimes I just write them for the jokes.

The Forest's Flower

Image Description: A brown-skinned naked woman with long, dark hair looks back over her shoulder while standing in the branches of a tree, with the sun shining through the leaves.

Caption: Carlos had chained himself to pipelines and picketed demolition crews before, but he'd never tried something like this, not on his own. That wouldn't stop him, not when he had the chance to save this old-growth forest. He stocked up on supplies, made a statement to the media, then climbed the tree to wait out the bulldozers and chainsaws.

Seven days into the protest, his resolve was stronger than ever, but his body wasn't. He was sick, tired, dehydrated, and starving. He thought the voice was just delirium, its thanks for his service just a trick of his dying mind, but the fruits sprouting around him seemed real enough.

He plucked them, eating real food for the first time in days, letting the nectar drip down his chin. He'd never tasted anything so sweet, so rich. The more he ate, the more he heard the voices of the trees. He stripped off his clothes and let them fall like autumn leaves. His rough bark gave way to the supple skin of a sapling. His thick, stiff branches became willowy stems. His leaves grew thick and long, while his body shed patches of dark moss. Finally, where once had been a stubby twig bloomed a beautiful flower.

Men still come to the forest, sometimes with axes, sometimes with saws, but always full of rich pollen. A visit to the forest's newest flower is all that's needed to send them back to their hives. Seeds have taken root, and next spring one flower will become two or three. The forest dreams now of blooming with a thousand such flowers.

That will take many springs, but the forest knows how to wait.

Commentary: A little more poetic than I usually go, but I think the picture demanded it.

Watering the Flowers

Image Description: A young woman with shoulder-length black hair stands facing away from the camera towards some bushes and trees. She is topless, with her jeans and thong panties pulled down to her knees, and her hands held in front of her.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens had lived on Maple St. for thirty years. It used to be a quiet neighborhood, but the local college had been steadily expanding over the decades, and two years ago, a fraternity bought the house next door. She tolerated the noisy parties and the broken bottles and the puddles of vomit in silence, but she couldn't abide the young men relieving themselves on her prized flowers and bushes. She'd be in the cold ground before she let Dorothy Williams win the City Council award for best landscaping.

So one night Mrs. Stevens whipped up a little something for when the boys whipped out their little somethings. Normally on Friday nights, she was in bed with earplugs and a book, but tonight she just had to watch from her window. Sure enough, one dark-haired, shirtless young man stumbled up to the plants along the edge of her property and clumsily pulled down his pants and briefs. He unleashed his stream, and the spell kicked into action. The yellow fluid stopped suddenly in midair, then reversed, pulling back up into the young man's member—and then pulling the member along with it! Once his genitals had completely disappeared within the dark mound of pubic hair, the magic rippled outward from his groin, changing toned muscle to soft curves. His body hair disappeared, his skin softened, and his body plumped up—too many of those sorority girls had too little meat on their bones—and his hair grew longer. His clothes changed, too, into a fashionable little thong and some tight jeans—after all, Mrs. Stevens was young once too—but the spell couldn't make the boy a shirt. But a little embarrassment would help the lesson stick.

The changes finished within a moment, the drunken fratgirl still holding onto a penis that wasn't there. She'd notice in a minute, and in the future, hopefully she and her brothers would find somewhere else to pee.

Either that, or they'd become a house of respectful young ladies. That'd be okay too.

Commentary: Breaking my own rules a little with this one. I try not to make the caption space any bigger than the image, and I like to keep the captions pretty short, but every now and then the story gets away from me and you get something like this. Hopefully it's still enjoyable! After all, this won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens...