Body Sculptors: Chiseled

Image Description: A naked woman lies on a massage table, looking up at the camera with a smile on her face. She has tanned skin and long brown hair, and a towel draped across her thighs just below her shaved crotch. Two hands reach in from behind her head, massaging her large breasts.

Caption: When I first started visiting Body Sculptors, I figured it’d be an easy way to get cut, you
know, totally chiseled muscles, like a body-builder. Turns out it costs way more to add on that kind of mass, unless I wanted to be the world’s buffest little person. So I told ‘em to make me as hot as possible with the body mass I already had.

This wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

But it’s been really great. I have a much better job than I did in my old dumpy body, enough to come in for these regular touch-ups. At first I was still planning to save up for that bodybuilder physique, but now I’m not so sure.

I mean, I still want to have a totally chiseled body. I just want it on top of me.

Commentary: I like the idea of Body Sculptors, so if anyone happens to find any more pictures that might fit, send them my way!

Great Shift: Honest Hank

Image Description: A woman with long legs and long brown hair is bent over, looking into the engine of a BMW. She is facing away from the camera, wearing black high-heeled shoes and a white top that just covers half of her naked butt, flashing her genitals at the camera.

Caption: Honest Hank was lucky; he didn’t have to change careers after The Great Shift.
“Fixin’ cars is all up here,” he’d say, pointing a well-manicured finger to his temple. He’s really jumped into his new life with both feet—in designer heels. If anything, the other guys think he’s a
little too comfortable, especially with his new philosophy on work attire: “Why should I be the only one who gets to take a peek under the hood?”

Commentary: Sometimes I just write them for the jokes.

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.

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.

Scheduling Error

Image Description: Two smiling naked women lie on their stomachs in a shallow stream along a rocky shoreline. The one on the left has long blond hair with dark roots and has one of her legs lifted in the air, the one on the right has light brown hair tied back and is propped up on her elbow, with a necklace dangling.

Caption: Mike and I heard the stories about the magic cove our whole lives. Most people didn’t believe them, but with the promise of a new perspective on life, what did we have to lose? We waited until the Vernal Equinox, stripped down, and submerged ourselves in the chilly waters at daybreak, just as the legends said. Neither of us could have imagined the results. We stepped out of the water,
shivering, dripping—and female! We looked like we could have been our own twin sisters. Naturally, we took advantage of our new bodies. We went shopping, got free drinks at the bar, and we each spent a little alone time getting to know ourselves a little more intimately. It’s been fun, and we’ve really learned a lot from our changed perspective, but we’re both ready to change back.

It’s a real shame neither of us bothered to check the tide charts.

Commentary: I thought it'd be good to end the week with a shorter entry, and right in time for Spring! If you ever happen to stumble on this cove, maybe send me directions.

Changing Storms: Sledding

Image Description: A naked woman with long brown hair and tan skin with tan lines at her breasts and groin walks down a snowy path, looking cold and surprised as she holds the strap of a red sled.

Caption: Billy’s mom was so overprotective about the changing storms. After Billy walked home just once and came in naked with six arms, she refused to let him outside. All his friends got to show off their cool changes every few weeks, and he was always just boring Billy. It wasn’t fair!

The worst was last week, when Billy had to miss the first snow of the season. It wasn’t even a changing storm! He wasn’t about to let that happen again. Billy woke up early and looked out at the fresh-fallen snow. He dressed quietly and grabbed his trusty sled, then snuck across the street to the ravine.

He sped down the hill, cold air rushing past his face. He couldn’t believe his mom would have kept him from having this much fun!

The sled hit a bump near the bottom of the slope, and Billy went flying into a snowdrift. He stood up laughing and brushed the snow off his arm—and his sleeve with it!

His clothes dripped off like they were made of jelly, and he would have been freezing if not for the tingling warmth all over his body. He grew taller, and for a moment wondered if he might get to be a grownup, maybe even a bodybuilder! He felt a twinge of disappointment when he stopped after a foot or so, and he definitely wasn’t gaining muscle. If anything, he slimmed down, though he seemed to be getting pudgier around the chest and butt. He looked down, noticing hair growing in his crotch, but his wiener shrank away!

Hair fell down in front of his face, and that’s when he realized he’d turned into a girl, probably about his babysitter’s age. The warmth faded, and Billy felt cold again—both from the snow and the fear of trying to explain this to his Mom!

Commentary: Check out the very first Special Edition caption! Originally, this was one big, unbroken wall of text, and I was going to leave it like that and just mention how I'd do it differently if I made the caption today, but then I ran across a typo and twitched a little and decided to go ahead and fix it. I guess I should have saved the old version so you could see the progression, but just trust me that it's better now.

Not Cut Out for Parenthood

Image Description: In low light against a black background, a naked, heavily pregnant woman with long, cascading hair looks wistfully at her swollen belly while stretching out, leaning against a stool.

Caption: I never wanted kids. I admit that I could have been more up-front about that before we got married, but I just don't have any desire to be a parent. I avoided the conversation for years, but she finally forced it. I told her the truth, that I'd never want kids. She just got this weird glimmer in her eye and said I'd change my mind eventually.

Then somehow she turned me into a girl. She said early on that she was a witch, but I thought she was just being hard on herself, you know? The worst part is that it took months for me to even realize. Everything from that time is kind of hazy, but eventually I noticed that my body had completely changed, and I was missing some key parts.

I still don't want kids. That hasn't changed, though maybe it will someday. I've still got some time before it's an issue. Right now I'm just waiting, growing bigger every day, and wondering if she'll ever change me back to normal.

Even if she doesn't, it's not all bad. I mean, in a few weeks, I'll get to suck on tits the size of my head whenever I want. That alone will make nine months inside her almost worth it.

Commentary: Another longer-form one, but I think it works well with the twist. Also, what an artsy picture there. Just gorgeous.