Marco Shrugged

 

Image Description: A young woman with long dark brown hair crouches next to a window with her hands near her face. She has a hesitant, innocent expression on her face. She is wearing a frilly turquoise dress with the bustier pulled down to expose her large breasts. She has a black choker around her neck, thigh-high white stockings, and clear high-heeled shoes. She has a moderately-sized erect cock sticking out from under her little skirt, with a silver ring around her cock and balls. 

Caption: It started so simply. 

“Marco, have you ever thought about growing your hair out?”  Stacy asked. “We’ve got this new nanite tonic at the lab that speeds up hair growth. You can change it back if you don’t like it.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the tonic. Within a week, his hair was thicker and fuller than it had been in years, and came down between his shoulder blades. Some of the guys gave him shit for how girly it looked, but he kind of liked it. And Stacy really seemed to like it, brushing it and braiding it for him. 

A few weeks later, she said. “You know how you were talking about your family history of skin cancer? Well, we’ve got this new treatment that’s supposed to reduce your risk and clear up blemishes and calluses. You can stop using it if youdon’t like it.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the treatment. After just a few days, his skin was so much softer and more sensitive, and almost free of defects. The guys at work didn’t really notice, but Marco found his body hair so itchy that he kept shaving it all off. It was okay, he really liked how his complexion looked now.

Then, a few days later, Stacy said, “You know, if you want to stop shaving, we have this depilatory cream. It’s basically side-effect free, but if you don’t like it, you can stop using it.”

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the cream. It was so much easier than shaving, and his skin felt so much smoother and less irritated. He liked it so much that he even started using it on his face. It saved him a bunch of time in the mornings, even if one of the guys at work said he looked like a baby now. 

One night, lying alongside him in bed, Stacy traced a finger along his smooth skin and said, “You’re so nice and smooth now. Have you ever thought about dressing up a little? We don’t have to do it if you don’t like it.”

Marco shrugged, so Stacy bought him a few pieces of clothing. He felt silly at first, stumbling in heels and trying to get his stockings to stay up, but Stacy enjoyed it. And eventually Marco liked it enough to wear the stockings and panties under his pants at work a couple of times. 

“You know, we’ve been testing these body-shaping nanites at work. You apply them to clothing, and they reshape your body to fit what you’re wearing. There’s this silver control ring that you put around anything you want the nanites to leave alone. I thought maybe we could try it. It’s totally reversible, so if you don’t like it, we can change you back.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the nanite spray. Marco started with the stockings, feeling his muscular legs made smooth and lithe by the nanites, feeling the heels shape his feet into dainty curves. 

He lost a couple inches of height, but he didn’t mind. The next day, he put the control ring around his genitals and tried on the panties. He could tell that people at work were looking at him strangely, but he liked the way his wide new hips and bubble butt swayed when he walked. He took a few days vacation to try on the bustier that drew his waist in and made his chest fill out, and the choker necklace that softened his face and raised his voice. He thought he looked gorgeous, and Stacy clearly agreed. 

A few days later, Stacy asked, ”Marco, have you ever thought about taking off the control ring?"

Commentary: This is more of a feminization/"sissy" caption than I usually do, and I hope I explained the tech well enough to sell the ending, but I think it came out pretty well. 

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.

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!

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!

Sensitivity

Image Description: A woman leans against an old stove, clutching a pair of lacy red panties, with a lusty expression on her face. She has short brown hair and is naked except for her shiny black high heels. The camera looks up at her from the floor.

Caption: “Oh, God, sorry for knocking you over like that. I was just so...excited that you’re home.

“No, there haven’t been any...changes. I tried on as much as I could, but my skin’s just so sensitive now. Even stuff that should be really soft feels like...hot sandpaper. I just tried these panties, but it’s even worse when it touches my...you know. And that’s when you came in.

“Shoes? Oh, right, these, Well you saw how my feet were earlier, how they won’t go flat. These took some of the weight off my toes, and they actually don’t hurt to wear. I forgot I had them on, actually. Best shoes I’ve ever worn. They make me feel really...really good.”

“What? Sorry, I zoned out there. Did you learn anything at the lab?

“Oh. Well, I’m sure you’ll come up with something tomorrow. I...I think I can handle one more day.”

“Other effects? Well...I don’t know if it’s just the sensitivity or what, but...I’m feeling really...really horny. It’s so embarrassing to say, but I’ve...well, I’ve masturbated like twenty times since you left earlier. Twentyish, I guess...it’s easy to lose count as a girl. Like, do I go by the number of orgasms? It was so much easier to keep track as a guy. Just rub that hard, thick cock over and over on the head and shaft and cradle the balls just right until it spurts hot, delicious cum onto my tits and face, and...oh, oh God, I can’t believe...

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been thinking about dick so much today. At first I thought I just missed being a guy, but it’s not. It’s...I want cock. Need it. And I just thought, as long as I’m...like this, and you’re here, maybe you could let me use yours? Just...let me keep the shoes on, okay?”

Commentary: Hope you like having a more explicitly erotic one now and then.

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.

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.

Practiced Position

Image Description: A young woman is standing with her backside to the camera, and is bent over so completely that her head is upside-down, looking back between her legs with a smile on her face. She's holding onto her leopard-print high heels with both hands, and her long brown hair is hanging to the floor. She's wearing a blue button-up long-sleeve shirt and white leggings that are transparent enough to show off her green panties.

Caption: When I was a guy, I couldn't touch my toes. Then, when I first turned into a girl, I could barely stand in even the shortest heels. Now look at me! Of course, I've had lots of practice in this position. Speaking of which...

Commentary: Not much to say about this one. It's a cute picture and a fun caption. Wish I were that flexible :).

Rocking Horse

Image Description: A long-haired brunette woman with large breasts and very high tan heels rides an antique rocking horse, while looking at the camera.

Caption: The Great Shift was rough on five-year-old Connor Lawrence. First, it took forever for his parents to come get him from that weird mansion. When he got home, none of his old clothes fit anymore, and he hated going to gross girly stores with his mom to try on gross girly clothes (though he did like how tall he was in his new shoes). Then Dad said he wasn't allowed to see any of his friends until he started wearing his big girl clothes! It was bad enough that he looked like an icky girl; he wasn't going to let his friends see him dressing like one! Besides, it's not like he had much interest in any of his old toys anymore.

Except the rocking horse.
The rocking horse was his new favorite.

Commentary: I feel like I left out a line here about playing toys with his friends that would have made the ending work a little better. Oh well, maybe someday I'll do some Special Edition re-edits of old captions to fix that kind of thing.

Purity Spell: Daughters

Image Description: A short-haired naked brunette girl in heels is pressed against a washing machine, legs spread wide, with her hands gripping the butt of a second naked brunette girl, also wearing one heel. At their feet is a pile of clothes, and both girls are looking toward the camera.

Caption:
Daria had it all figured out. Her overprotective father was going to be out of town for the week, her little brother was at a sleepover, and her mom was housesitting for her aunt. She'd finally have the opportunity to get Steve over and scratch their mutual itches in every room of the house.

When Steve arrived, they made it as far as the first floor laundry closet before giving into their urges. They fucked right there on the washing machine, and it was great, right up until Steve came...and came, and came, his dick shrinking with each spurt as his body changed—hips expanding, breasts growing, skin softening, all in a matter of moments, until he looked like he could be Daria's sister. That's when Daria's father appeared.

Looks like I was right to set up that purity spell," he said. "Welcome to the family, Steve. Or probably Stephanie, now. You two really should have listened to my warnings. Of course, now I've got to set up twice as many purity spells." He sighed. "Daughters."

Commentary: The Purity Spell is a concept I come back to now and then, the idea of a sort of Parental Control magic that punishes naughty children for being naughty. It's no Great Shift or Spells R Us or Swap Class, but I'm proud of it.

Laundry day

Image description: A young blond woman with a high ponytail, naked except for her strappy high heels, sits on a bench reading a newspaper in a laundromat, with a couple of men further down on the bench, oblivious to her.

Caption: The bodysuit was the only thing left for Tyler to wear on laundry day.

Commentary: This is more like it. The right font, a nice short tongue-in-cheek caption, this is what I like to do.

New luggage

Image description: A young blonde woman sits across a pair of seats on a train, holding her head, looking like she's confused or just woke up. She's wearing a blue skirt, a black sweater, and a pair of sparkling silver heels.

Caption: Marc just learned the importance of staying alert in the age of handheld body-swapping devices. Remember to carefully watch other passengers' carry-ons, or you may end up with a totally new set of luggage.

Commentary: Hey, new content! I'm going to post something new every Friday, and I'm pretty sure I haven't posted this one previously. I hope you enjoy it!

Knocked down

Image description: A young Asian woman lying back on a short surface near big windows. She's looking up, with her legs spread and her top pulled down, exposing her breasts.

Caption: "I thought you said that thing was supposed to be magic, but all it did was knock me down. Wait, what's up with my hair? And why are you looking at me like that?"

Commentary: Definitely my first photo caption (you can tell because I hadn't gone to my typical font yet). Probably could use a revision, honestly.