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!”

Unintentional Trait Swapper

Image Description: A woman with dark hair pulled back into a ponytail is sitting on a beach. She has tanned skin and small breasts, and she is wearing red bikini bottoms and a silver belly button ring. She has a shocked expression on her face and is looking at a woman who has long blond hair, pale skin, and much larger breasts, who is wearing pink bikini bottoms.

Caption: “Hey! Those are my boobs!”

“What? Oh! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“You’re one of those trait swappers, aren’t you? Give them back!”

“I can’t!”

“What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?”

“I don’t know how to control the ability yet! I see something I want, and—poof!—I have it!”

“Well, poof  them back!”

“I’d have to want those tits! But I don’t want any tits! I was a dude until I checked out a girl with this body! If I could fix it, I would!”

“Wait, so why’d you come to a topless beach?”

“Oh, wow, would you look at the time? Catch you later!”

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."

The Wand of Desire

Image Description: A young woman with long brown hair sits up against a wall, pushing a blue crystalline object into her shaved pussy. She is wearing a turquoise tube top that is pushed down below her naked breasts, and a striped knee-sock in various shades of turquoise. She has one hand curled between her breasts, and her eyes are closed in an expression of pleasure.

Caption: Kevin found the wand at an archaeological dig site with his graduate program. It was half sticking out of the dirt, made of a shiny blue crystal that looked at once both new and ancient. He knew he should have turned it in, but he liked the way it looked, the way it felt in his hands. He hid it until they’d returned to the States, looking at it only once before going back to his apartment.

The find gave him a newfound energy and confidence. He dressed in brighter colors (mostly shades of blue). Kevin was friendlier, more outgoing, and horny. He found himself masturbating three or four times a day, always holding the wand, sometimes using it to stroke the shaft of his cock, loving its little tingles of pleasure.

You might think his grades would suffer, but they improved dramatically. Kevin felt like he understood these ancient cultures intimately. He spent more and more time in the archives, poring over maps of the dig site and cataloguing the artifacts. He was looking for something, but didn’t know what it was.

As time passed, he let his hair grow out and stopped shaving (not that anyone would notice). His muscle mass dwindled and he put on weight in his chest and hips. He noticed that his cock no longer filled his hand, but he put off seeing a doctor. Between classes and the archives and his still-increasing libido, he just didn’t have the time.

He barely noticed when the professors and other students started calling him Kendra. It felt natural. He did notice the strange looks he got when using the men’s restrooms, so he started using the women’s. It was nicer anyway, and it’s not like he could use a urinal anymore. Occasionally he’d think it strange how small his dick was, how his semen had become so thin and clear. But it was so much more sensitive now, and he didn’t want that to go away.

His scrotum had become little more than a flap of extra skin behind his shrunken dick. He didn’t pay it any notice (in fact, he kind of liked how smooth everything looked without it) until one day the wand brushed against it, and Kevin gasped at the sensation. He probed it with his fingers, noticing for the first time that it folded inward, and that it demanded to be filled.

Something clicked in her mind. She pushed the wand inside, tensing as it filled her. She brought herself to orgasm once, twice, then lost count. Kevin was carried away by waves of intense pleasure, and only Kendra remained.

When it was over, Kendra stood, shakily, seized again with the need to go searching through the archives again. But now she felt another desire, like her massive libido had become laser-focused. And unlike her long nights wandering among maps and pottery, she knew exactly what she wanted.

More Wishes

Image Description: A woman with long, dark brown hair stands in a room full of clay vases and jars, stacked up high, leaning on one stack and holding a clay jar in one hand. She is topless, with a white pendant necklace and a beige wrap skirt around her bottom half.

Caption: In hindsight, it was a classic blunder.

We all know the story: magic urn, genie, three wishes. So of course I wished for a beautiful woman who’d never leave, and of course the genie changed me.

But I wasn’t about to waste wishes trying to get back to normal, not when the genie was so clear about wishing for more wishes.

So my second wish was for knowledge and intellect, enough to outsmart even the cleverest genie.

That made my last wish simple. Maybe I couldn’t wish for more wishes, but I could wish for more magic urns.

Now, where to begin?

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: 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.

Watering the Flowers

Image Description: A young woman with shoulder-length black hair stands facing away from the camera towards some bushes and trees. She is topless, with her jeans and thong panties pulled down to her knees, and her hands held in front of her.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens had lived on Maple St. for thirty years. It used to be a quiet neighborhood, but the local college had been steadily expanding over the decades, and two years ago, a fraternity bought the house next door. She tolerated the noisy parties and the broken bottles and the puddles of vomit in silence, but she couldn't abide the young men relieving themselves on her prized flowers and bushes. She'd be in the cold ground before she let Dorothy Williams win the City Council award for best landscaping.

So one night Mrs. Stevens whipped up a little something for when the boys whipped out their little somethings. Normally on Friday nights, she was in bed with earplugs and a book, but tonight she just had to watch from her window. Sure enough, one dark-haired, shirtless young man stumbled up to the plants along the edge of her property and clumsily pulled down his pants and briefs. He unleashed his stream, and the spell kicked into action. The yellow fluid stopped suddenly in midair, then reversed, pulling back up into the young man's member—and then pulling the member along with it! Once his genitals had completely disappeared within the dark mound of pubic hair, the magic rippled outward from his groin, changing toned muscle to soft curves. His body hair disappeared, his skin softened, and his body plumped up—too many of those sorority girls had too little meat on their bones—and his hair grew longer. His clothes changed, too, into a fashionable little thong and some tight jeans—after all, Mrs. Stevens was young once too—but the spell couldn't make the boy a shirt. But a little embarrassment would help the lesson stick.

The changes finished within a moment, the drunken fratgirl still holding onto a penis that wasn't there. She'd notice in a minute, and in the future, hopefully she and her brothers would find somewhere else to pee.

Either that, or they'd become a house of respectful young ladies. That'd be okay too.

Commentary: Breaking my own rules a little with this one. I try not to make the caption space any bigger than the image, and I like to keep the captions pretty short, but every now and then the story gets away from me and you get something like this. Hopefully it's still enjoyable! After all, this won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens...

Expecting

Image Description: A topless, heavily pregnant woman with long, wavy brown hair stands looking out a window, holding her breasts with her hands.

Caption: May started asking me to swap bodies with her as soon as she saw those two blue lines. "Please, just a couple of weeks, until the morning sickness is over," she begged. "You know I have a thing about throwing up."

I always thought I was a good, loving husband. We shared everything else equally—and I admit, I was a little curious about the whole thing—so I agreed, as long as she was there to help out. She—he—left before I was showing. Said he just needed a break, but he'd be back before the first trimester was up.

That was thirty-two weeks ago. He's missed every doctor's visit, every birthing class, every chapter of What to Expect. He doesn't even know that we're having triplets.

I never want to see him again.

But I still wait by the window, every day, watching to see if he pulls up, so I can tell him to his face that he'll never get to see my babies.

Commentary: The pregnant body swap is a pretty well-worn trope in TG fiction, but I like to think that this is a bit of a different spin on the usual idea.

Treasure Fountains Casino: Body Slots

Image Description: A woman with a blond ponytail sits at a slot machine and looks at the camera, smiling and lifting her shirt to expose her breasts.

Caption: The Body Slots are among the most popular games at Treasure Fountains Casino. The changes they offer are random, and most pulls of the lever give minor alterations at best. But once in awhile you hit the jackpot like Norman here, and that's enough to make every player believe they might be next!

Commentary: I think I'll have to revisit Treasure Fountains at some point in the future...

Purity Spell: On the Fritz

Image Description: Two naked busty brunette women are in a shower. One is bent over, leaning against the shower wall, while the other is standing behind her in a doggy style position, with her hands on the first woman's hips. The standing woman is looking at the camera with an outraged look on her face, while the woman bending over has a more quizzical expression.

Caption: "Oh, god dammit!" Ted shouted.

"Ohh, why'd you stop?" Alice asked. "Wait, what's wrong with your voice? What's wrong with my voice?"

"That damn purity spell's on the fritz again. It's only supposed to go off when one of the kids tries to get it on!"

"I don't know why you got that installed," Alice said, hefting her firm, enlarged breasts. "It certainly doesn't make me feel pure."

"It's cheaper than paying for a grandkid," Ted replied. "Or it was before I had to call the socrcery technician every week."

"Well, he's not going to come out on a Sunday, and neither of us can go out like this, so you might as well go get the toys from my nightstand so we can finish what you started."

Commentary: The second Purity Spell caption! Darn over-the-counter magic never seems to work quite right...

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.