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!

Effective Security

Image Description: A woman with long brown hair and a tattoo on her side is standing naked on a sidewalk next to a large black-and-chrome motorcycle with a flame pattern on it.

Caption: "You been bragging about yer bike's fancy new security system, Ripper," Hog scoffed. "But I touched it and I ain't heard nothin'."

Commentary: Just one more week of old content left to post! It's terrifying!

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!"

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...

Passing Out

Image Description: A naked young woman with long, wavy blonde hair is lying awkwardly across an ornate velvet couch, apparently asleep.

Caption: Before transferring to Central Magic University, Chad used to worry that passing out at a party meant he'd wake up with Sharpie on his face.

Commentary: New content Friday! Magic universities are one of my favorite settings. If you want a particularly good, sexy take on just such a university, try reading Maxwell Avoi's The Freshman Experience! It's available as a standalone book or in a bundle with four other stories in Fantastic Variations. If you want to read more about it before you commit, I reviewed it over on the old Tumblr, but since I can't figure out how to link to the old Tumblr now that it's dashboard-only, I reposted it here, today! Double content!

Full of Life

Image Description: A long-haired, heavily pregnant brunette woman in an orange bikini, sunglasses, and a head scarf smiles as she holds a glass of white wine out toward the viewer.

Caption: "Oh, wow," Brady said, apparently unaware of the changes. "You've got to try this. I've never felt so full of life!"

Commentary: I like the brevity, but if I were to do this today, I'd probably find a less clunky way of indicating Brady's obliviousness. Wow, is this the first pregnancy caption I've (re)posted so far? Won't be the last!

Dipped a toe in

Image description: A naked woman with short brown hair stands along the shore of a beach, with one of her legs in the air, water dripping from her toe. She looks at the camera, smiling.

Caption: "God, you're so gullible," Brad said in a new voice. "See, I dipped my toe in, and nothing happened."

Commentary: Generally, I prefer shorter captions to longer ones. Mine aren't all this short, but I generally think the picture should tell most of the story, and the caption should be readable without zooming in on the picture. There are a lot of excellent longer-form captions, but at some point you're just writing an illustrated short story, and that's not a job for Photoshop :).

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.