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.

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.

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...

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.

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...

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.

Juicy Melons

Image Description: A woman with shoulder-length dark hair lies on a pile of small watermelons in a greenhouse full of melon plants. She is smiling at the camera, and her large breasts are squished by the melons she's lying on. She's wearing a bikini top that's green on one side and red-and-black striped on the other, and it's barely able to contain her breasts.

Caption: Not all genies are mischievous tricksters, slyly twisting words and granting wishes for their own amusement. Some have good intentions and are eager to please. Ken here found just such a genie, and she was clever enough to know when Ken made his wish that the wish's key phrase "juicy melons" had multiple meanings.

So she gave him both kinds, just in case, and Ken couldn't be happier with them!

Commentary: I saw another picture from this same picset done by another caption writer recently. It's a really great set for caps.

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!

A Game of W-H-O-R-E

Image Description: An attractive young woman is on the ground of an outdoor basketball court, with her legs spread open and her arms propping her up into a semi-sitting position. She has her eyes closed, and her long brown hair hangs down almost to the ground. Her red-and-white ringer t-shirt is tight across her braless breasts, and is short enough to leave the bottoms of her breasts exposed. She is also wearing black-and-white boyshorts and sneakers, and a basketball is nearby.

Caption: Arturo thought Carlos said “hey, wanna play a game of HORSE?” It was weird that Carlos called out “W” after Arturo missed a shot, but Carlos was kind of a weird guy anyway. Arturo pulled at his shirt and shorts, wondering if they’d somehow shrunk in the dryer, but they’d been fine until he started the game.

When Arturo missed a second shot, Carlos shouted “H.”

“You forget how to spell?” Arturo asked, then cleared his throat. His voice sounded strange, and he hoped he wasn’t getting sick. He took his time and shot again, certain this time that he’d make it,
but the ball came nowhere near the basket.

Carlos laughed out an “O,” which was humiliating enough, but then Arturo noticed he’d also broken a nail. When did his nails get so long? When’s the last time he’d had them done?

Determined not to lose, he brushed his hair back behind his ear. He’d have to get it trimmed, it was a mess of split ends. He shot again with all his strength, just barely hitting the rim.

“Yeah, yeah, R,” he said to Carlos, rolling his eyes. His voice was still a little husky. Probably just out of breath, he figured.

The next shot went wild when his arm caught his breast. What was he thinking, starting this game without a sports bra? He was sure to be sore tomorrow, and not just because of losing.

Carlos giggled out an “E” as Ariel dropped to the ground, tired but exhilarated. Sure she lost, but she sure got her heart pumping.

Carlos reached to help her up. “Wanna hit the shower?” he smirked.

“How ‘bout a rematch?” Ariel replied. “This time, shirts vs. skins.”

Oblivious

Image Description: A woman with long brown hair up in a messy bun is reading a book on a table in a library. She is wearing glasses, black boyshort underwear with white trim, and a gray button-up midriff top that exposes a lot of cleavage. She's on top of the table on all fours, with her butt raised in the air.

Caption: "I know the reversal spell is in here somewhere," James thought. "I've got to find it before this slut curse starts affecting my mind!"

Feeling Patriotic

Image Description: A woman with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail wears an American flag-patterned bikini and stands on a dock near a pond. She has her hands on her chest and has an annoyed look on her face.

Caption: The state of politics today had Louis feeling pretty down on the Fourth of July. Thankfully his witchy neighbor Katy had just the spell to get him feeling more patriotic. Or dressing the part, at least.

Commentary: Happy Independence Day to my American fans!

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.

TG Book Review: Mall of Change by Lisa Change

I've been aware of Lisa Change for some time now, since she's one of the more prolific authors in the self-published TG fiction scene. But I love a good transformation story set in the (increasingly anachronistic) environs of a shopping mall, so I gave Mall of Change a shot.

The story follows a southern politician named Roy Anderson who might seem somewhat familiar if you pay attention to political news in the United States. He likes to go to the mall to ogle teenage girls, and as we learn in some flashbacks, sometimes do more than ogle, with deadly results. Because Roy's feelings about teenage girls are complicated; he's attracted to them, but there's a strong, deep undercurrent of loathing for women and teen girls in particular.

Which is what makes the story so interesting when he's transformed into one.

I think it's safe to say that the majority of male-to-female gender transformation fiction features protagonists who, often out of some kind of misogyny—whether it's the immature "girls are icky" or the chauvinistic "women are inferior"—are unhappy about becoming women. But in my experience, it's rarely the kind of overt misogyny we get from Roy's internal monologue. He's a thoroughly awful character.

And as a result, it's satisfying to see the changes he goes through as a kind of body horror rather than the usual titillation. It's satisfying for things to happen to him that might break stories that weren't about punishing such terrible behavior.

It's hard to call this story fun, but it is nice to see some supernatural comeuppance to a very real-world kind of creep, and to believe even for a moment in a sense of cosmic justice. It's a short, easy read, and the subject matter means it stays pretty PG-13 in terms of content. It's available on Amazon as a single book, or as part of an anthology called Trapped as a Beautiful Girl. Other works by Lisa Change are also available on Smashwords.

Itty-Bitty Titty Committee

Image Description: A naked woman with dark hair in a bob cut sits cross-legged on a rug in front of a full bookcase. She has a hardcover book open in her lap.

Caption: "Reversal spell? Oh, no, I stopped looking for a reversal spell hours ago. It's time to accept that we're stuck like this for good. No, now I'm looking for a breast enlargement spell. There's no way I'm going to live out the rest of my life with these itty-bitty B-cups."

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!

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!