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. 

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.

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.

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!

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.