All Cops Are Bodyjacked

Image Description: A young woman wears a small NYPD t-shirt and nothing else. She has her legs spread open to expose her hairless pink pussy, and is pointing at it with both hands. She has long brown hair and a surprised or distressed expression on her face. 

Caption: “All right? Does this look all right to you?!”

“I mean, mine’s not quite so petite and hairless, but...”

“Very funny, Karen. Maybe we can arrange for these bodyjackers to switch you with some little boy, see how you like it!”

“You’re not little, Frank. You’ve got to be at least nineteen, maybe twenty. You’re going from sergeant to sorority girl!”

“S-stop it! It’s nuh—it’s n-not...”

“Aw, jeez, Frank, don’t cry. Come on. I’m sorry, partner.” 

“I’m nuh-nuh-never gonna g-get my b-body back!”

“Don’t say that. The whole force is on this. Here, blow your nose.”

“S-seventy percent of b-bodyjacking victims never see their b-bodies again!”

“Yeah, but they’re not decorated police sergeants. Your prints are on file, your face is on the news. We’ll find your body, don’t worry.”

“W-what if we don’t? L-look at me, Karen! I’m younger than my d-daughters!”

“Then you already know what to expect, don’t you? And you’ve got two great young women to help you through it. Plus your partner. Being a woman isn’t so bad, Frank. And most people would give up a limb to be thirty years younger. Maybe not that limb, but still.”

“I guess you’re r-right. Even if y-you’re being kind of a b-bitch about it.”

“Frank!” 

“What? It’s not s-sexist for me to say that now.”

 “Yeah, you’re gonna be fine, Frankie. Francine? Oh, we’ll figure it out.”

His Own Cock

 

Image Description: Close up on a naked woman straddling a naked man. Her labia are straddling his hard penis, which she is holding in her manicured hand. He has a cross tattooed on the left side of his hairy abdomen, while she is hairless. 

Caption: Ever since the Great Shift, this is the closest Kenji can come to feeling like he still has his own cock. 

Commentary: This is one of my favorite images I've ever run across. Like, the TG aspect of it just feels so perfect. 

Ball Handling

 

Image Description: A young woman with long light brown hair stands in a basketball court with her legs spread wide. She is wearing a bright red sports bra, red-and-white shorts with a Louis Vuitton-style pattern on them, and white sneakers. She is holding a basketball in each hand, looking at the ground with an expression of concentration. 

Caption: “Coach said if I could handle these two balls on the court, then he might give me back the ones in my shorts.”

Cheat Codes

 

Image Description: A young woman sits on a couch holding an XBox 360 controller and wearing a gaming headset. She has long, dark brown hair coming down over her left shoulder, and very large bare breasts sticking out of the bottom of her turquoise spaghetti-string top. 

Caption: “Try all you want to distract me,” Jayden said. “Using those magic cheat codes is just an admission that you can’t beat me in a fair fight. But now you’re gonna get beat down by the hottest girl on Earth!”

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.

AF: Totally Over

Image Description: A young woman sits naked on a brown carpet, with her long brown hair touching the tops of her breasts. She has her elbows resting on her knees and her hands on her head, with a distressed expression on her face. Between her legs is a small, hairless cock and balls.

Caption: Ohmigod, what am I gonna do? The only reason I even put on that stupid amulet was to make my boobs bigger! Instead I accidentally touched my brother’s gross underwear, and now I’ve got this—this thing for, like, twelve whole hours! I can’t go out with Kyle Stillman with a—with
one of these! My life is totally, completely over!

Commentary: Normally I leave the watermarks and stuff in images, because I think it's important to credit image sources (I wouldn't want someone to take my name off of my captions, after all). I've partially blacked out the name of the website this comes from, since it's kind of a gross slur. If you'd like to visit the site, I think it's easy enough to figure out what it says there if you try.

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.”

Every Problem Has a Solution

Image Description: A brunette woman is standing in a library with her hair pulled up into a bun. She is wearing glasses and nothing else, and is holding a large book open, reading it.

Caption: There was no need to panic. The answer was sure to be in one of these books. Every problem has a solution.

For example, when Shaun’s girlfriend Nicole wanted to indulge her exhibitionist streak, he cast a spell so she no longer needed to wear clothes.

When Nicole got in trouble for being naked, Shaun cast a spell so no one would notice anything strange about her.

When Nicole started feeling insecure about her body, Shaun cast a spell to give her the perfect figure.

When Nicole got upset that he’d made her look like her roommate, Shaun cast a spell to calm her down.

When Nicole calmly asked Shaun to undo the spells, Shaun said he’d have to do some research to learn how, and until then she’d have to live with them.

When Nicole decided that Shaun should be the one living with the unwanted spells, she cast a reversal charm to transfer their effects to him.

Now Shaun wants his body back, and his emotions, and his clothes, and nobody can tell that he has a problem.

But it’s okay, every problem has a solution. And it has to be here someplace. Shaun just has to stay calm. Not that he has much of a choice in the matter.

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.

Something Different

Image Description: A very pregnant woman with shoulder-length auburn hair sits cross-legged on a bed, with a quizzical expression on her face. She is wearing a pair of green pajama pants with white spots, and a gray t-shirt that completely exposes her round belly.

Caption: Greg’s wife Anna loved to magically change her appearance challenge him to identify what was different. He’d gotten pretty good, even when she clouded his senses. So this time she tried something a little different.

“Hm,” Greg said, looking at her quizzically, shifting to accommodate his now-huge belly. “I don’t think it’s your hair, and I think your eyes are the same...is it your nose?”

Anna smirked. He’d get there eventually.

Commentary: And here it is, the last post left from the ol' Tumblr. Which means I no longer have a nice little archive to pull from every week. I've banked quite a few captions over the months, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to burn through it too quickly. So starting next week, I’ll be updating twice a week instead of three times, and it’ll probably be Monday and Friday. Bookend your work week with all-new captions!

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...

Effective Security

Image Description: A woman with long brown hair and a tattoo on her side is standing naked on a sidewalk next to a large black-and-chrome motorcycle with a flame pattern on it.

Caption: "You been bragging about yer bike's fancy new security system, Ripper," Hog scoffed. "But I touched it and I ain't heard nothin'."

Commentary: Just one more week of old content left to post! It's terrifying!

Can't Keep Her Hands to Himself

Image Description: A woman with long, wavy brown hair sits on a couch, wearing a man's button-down white shirt with dark pinstripes and a pair of dark thigh-high stockings and black thong panties. She is looking down, holding her head with one hand as she pulls the panties aside to expose her vulva.

Caption: Brent couldn’t believe his eyes—her eyes, Amber’s eyes. He had a hard time believing her hands, too, as he ran them through her hair and hesitantly touched her labia. He felt strangely happy: it had been so long since he’d actually seen her, smelled her, touched her. He thought he’d never see her again, not after his wife—ex-wife—caught them together, not after she put that curse on them.

“You like each other’s bodies so much,” she’d said, weaving light in the air. “Maybe you should share them forever.” The light lashed out, and the adulterous couple disappeared, replaced with a single person.

Now every evening, Brent feels the change beginning. His body becomes slimmer and curvier. He feels his mind slipping away, like he’s under a powerful anesthetic, and for a brief moment he almost feels close to Amber. He knows from her notes and videos that Amber takes over as the changes
finish, with just enough time for her to get to work at the strip club where they met. When the morning alarm goes off the next day, Brent is back in his own body, physically exhausted before a grueling day at the office.

Over the last three weeks, they’ve adapted to living this strange double-life, each disappearing for half the day, each finding barely any time to relax—and no time with each other.

But now he’s waking up in her body, bright and early, wearing her stockings, her panties, her shoes—and his shirt? He’ll have to call in sick, have to write a message for Amber when (if?) she finds herself in his body tonight, have to try to find out what’s happening, what’s changed, how long it’ll last.

But all that will have to wait. Right now, Brent’s realizing that despite everything that’s happened, he still can’t keep his hands off her.

Commentary: This is one of my favorite captions that I've done. I don't usually like to do ones this long, but I feel like this was a really different premise. I'd love to do more with this kind of thing.

Shooting Star

Image Description: A woman with long, disheveled brown hair sits on the carpet in front of a fireplace, holding her head with a tentative expression on her face. She is wearing blue children's pajamas. The top is pulled up over her large breasts, and she's pulling the waistband down on the bottoms.

Caption: It was hard for Tyler to be so much younger than his sister. She got to be a cool college students and he was still in preschool. That's why he wished on that shooting star that he could be a grown-up like his big sister.

It didn't turn out quite like he expected.

Commentary: As of this post, it looks like there are only four more captions to repost from the old Tumblr blog. That amounts to two more weeks of normal content. After that, I'll probably have to change my posting frequency, just so I don't burn through the captions I have and then end up leaving the blog stagnant for a long time. Just a heads up!