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.”

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...

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!

Asian Pussy (CN: Racism)

Gonna put this one below the fold because of the content. 

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.

Changes in the Dark

Image Description: A naked woman sits in the dark, with light-colored hair coming down to her shoulders. Her mouth is open in surprise, and she has a dangling piercing at her navel. She has glowing multicolored rings around her neck, her breasts, and her wrists. Her hands are held in front of her groin.

Caption: Frank woke with a gasp,  blinking his eyes in the darkness.

“Welcome back, Mr. Scott,” said a feminine voice from somewhere unseen.

“Where am I? Who are you?” he noticed the feel of cool air all over his bare skin. “Am I naked?” He tried moving, but his wrists were bound to the chair at his groin. His ankles were tied to the chair legs. He shook at the bonds. “Untie me! Let me go!”

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Scott,” the voice said.

Whatever material his ringlike bonds were made of was strong and tight and warm, something between plastic and steel. He noticed that a ring of the same material was around his neck, two more were attached to his chest. No matter how he moved, none of them would budge.

“It will go easier if you stop struggling, Mr. Scott. Take your punishment like a man.” The voice sounded gleeful.

“What punishment? What did I do?”

“Nothing you’ll ever be able to do again,” the voice said. That’s when the bonds lit up with colors that blazed in the darkness. Reds and yellows and blues chased each other around the rings; an electric tingle danced across Frank’s skin. The rings pulsed simultaneously, and Frank yelped at the
sensation, like his skin was tightening all over. They pulsed again a few moments later, knocking the breath from his lungs, as if his ribcage suddenly squeezed inward.

Each pulse was sharp, sudden, and uncomfortable—his fingers and feet contracting, his cheekbones and jaw rearranging, his pelvis stretching—made all the more unsettling since Frank could only see glimpses his body in the flickering colors. His throat tightened at one pulse, another made it feel like
he’d been pinched hard in the nose. The tingling sensation was growing stronger—or was his skin becoming more sensitive?

Hair tickled his shoulders now, but the rest of his skin felt smooth and soft. One pulse stiffened his nipples, and another made them feel large and swollen. The swelling in his chest continued, and he finally began to realize what was the rings were doing. He opened his mouth to protest, but another pulse shocked his groin hard, turning his protest into a pained moan with a voice that was not his own. He felt his dick pull suddenly away from his bound hands, and he fumbled to find it again, grasping at a cock and balls that felt like what he’d had before puberty. Two more pulses and they were gone, leaving only smoothness and a patch of soft hair. His hands continued exploring what they could reach, and after a few more pulses, found folds and fluids that felt familiar to his fingers, but the other sensations in the region were new and foreign and addictive. The pulses continued, and Frank couldn’t remember why she felt so panicked. Her head felt funny. Where was she? Why was she naked? What were these weird glowing rings?

“Hello?” she called out.

“Hello, Miss Scott.” The voice triggered something deep in her mind, a feeling of pleasure and an overwhelming desire to please. “How do you feel?”

Fiona took a deep breath. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Confused,” she said honestly. “A little sore all over.”

“That will pass soon,” said the voice. “Brace yourself, this next one will sting.”

The last pulse made Fiona squeak, as she felt a sharp pinch in her navel. She could just barely see the glint of metal in the glow from the rings, but felt the little beads tickling the sensitive skin around her belly button. Suddenly, the clouds in her mind cleared. She knew who she was and what she wanted.

She was Fiona Scott. She wanted to please Mistress, and hoped Mistress would find someone big and strong to pleasure her.

“You may stand up now, Miss Scott.”

”Yes, Mistress., Thank you, Mistress,” Fiona stood quickly, and the rings fell to the floor, save the one around her neck. Fiona smiled, and hoped Mistress would let her keep the pretty necklace.

Commentary: One of the longest ones I've ever written, and easily the most involved in terms of the formatting for the text. I'm actually pretty proud of how it turned out, and I absolutely love that photo. It screamed for a caption. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Revitalized Career

Image Description: A naked woman with red hair is laying on a bed, hugging one leg close with both hands and kissing her knee.

Caption: Kirk was a star athlete, but he gave up a promising soccer career to join the Army, figuring he could always go pro or coach when he finished his tour. When a roadside bomb took his legs, he fell into a deep depression, driving away his friends and family. He was at the end of his rope when a doctor came to him with an experimental treatment. Kirk knew there'd be side effects, but he'd do anything to restore his legs.

Here he is, just after waking up from the anesthesia, realizing that losing one appendage to regain two still puts him ahead—and at the top of the recruitment lists for the women's professional teams!

Commentary: Man, I love the vibrant color of those nails. They really pop, and I tried to use the same color for the text, but it doesn't have quite the same effect against the blue background.

Early adopter

Image description: A busty brunette woman leans against a white wall covered in plastic white half-spheres, touching her breast. She's wearing only a pair of VR glasses and a thigh-high latex stocking.

Caption: "Oh wow, this new virtual reality system feels so real," Arnold said. As with any beta release, there were still some kinks to work out.

Commentary: New content Friday! Comment if you enjoyed it!

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!