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.

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.

Changing Storms: Sledding

Image Description: A naked woman with long brown hair and tan skin with tan lines at her breasts and groin walks down a snowy path, looking cold and surprised as she holds the strap of a red sled.

Caption: Billy’s mom was so overprotective about the changing storms. After Billy walked home just once and came in naked with six arms, she refused to let him outside. All his friends got to show off their cool changes every few weeks, and he was always just boring Billy. It wasn’t fair!

The worst was last week, when Billy had to miss the first snow of the season. It wasn’t even a changing storm! He wasn’t about to let that happen again. Billy woke up early and looked out at the fresh-fallen snow. He dressed quietly and grabbed his trusty sled, then snuck across the street to the ravine.

He sped down the hill, cold air rushing past his face. He couldn’t believe his mom would have kept him from having this much fun!

The sled hit a bump near the bottom of the slope, and Billy went flying into a snowdrift. He stood up laughing and brushed the snow off his arm—and his sleeve with it!

His clothes dripped off like they were made of jelly, and he would have been freezing if not for the tingling warmth all over his body. He grew taller, and for a moment wondered if he might get to be a grownup, maybe even a bodybuilder! He felt a twinge of disappointment when he stopped after a foot or so, and he definitely wasn’t gaining muscle. If anything, he slimmed down, though he seemed to be getting pudgier around the chest and butt. He looked down, noticing hair growing in his crotch, but his wiener shrank away!

Hair fell down in front of his face, and that’s when he realized he’d turned into a girl, probably about his babysitter’s age. The warmth faded, and Billy felt cold again—both from the snow and the fear of trying to explain this to his Mom!

Commentary: Check out the very first Special Edition caption! Originally, this was one big, unbroken wall of text, and I was going to leave it like that and just mention how I'd do it differently if I made the caption today, but then I ran across a typo and twitched a little and decided to go ahead and fix it. I guess I should have saved the old version so you could see the progression, but just trust me that it's better now.

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.

Changing Storms: Not again!

Image Description: A young, short-haired woman stands outside in the rain, looking upward with her hands held out. She is naked except for a large pendant necklace and a bracelet. She is surrounded by tables and chairs.

Caption: 
"Oh, come on, not again!" Ken shouted.

It had been nearly a year since the changing rains first appeared. They were unpredictable, indistinguishable from normal rainstorms until the water started falling, and causing different changes each time.

The only constant was the process, with which Ken was becoming well-acquainted. First, his clothes—specifically anything made with a synthetic or plant-based fabric—dissolved into nothingness, leaving him only with his stone pendant and glass-bead bracelet. He felt the oddly warm water wash over his body, and wonder what his fifth change would bring. His body slimmed and shrank, reminding him of the first rain, the one that turned everyone into five-year-olds. He felt a pressure in his chest, not unlike the one a few months back, where pressure along his sides preceded the growth of two additional sets of arms. He could feel his hair growing longer, and sighed. He'd just had it cut after the storm two weeks ago that sent everyone's hair growth out of control. Some of the women at his office still had their beards.

But as he watched his nipples grow round and dark and begin to push away from his torso, he began to suspect what the change would be. "Seriously? I have a date tonight!" he whined at the sky, but the rain didn't let up. His waist drew inward and his hips expanded, his whole body became smoother and daintier. There was no sense in trying to find shelter; once they started, there was no stopping the changes. He held onto the last remaining vestige of his manhood as it drew up into his body, completing the change. Ken looked up once more at the clouds. Most people were back to normal again a week or two after the storm passed, but the rain didn't look like it would be letting up anytime soon.

Commentary: One of my longer caps, though probably not my longest. I try to keep them short, but introducing the Changing Rain—not my most original or interesting idea, I guess, but one I keep coming back to—required a bit of setup and exposition.