It's about two beings who swap bodies and are thinking about each other in the long run.
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Hopefully come January, if my hours are reduced. I'll have more time to make more caps.
she look young and hot, but I would see her floating and practicing all new sorts of magic. It was supernaturally erotic. If I wore those things and repeated her rituals would I turn into a woman too? These lewd thoughts of growing breasts and a pussy troubledmy teenage soul for a long time.
But alas one day, Auntie passed away. I did my best to take care of her and her estate. My relatives thought since I visit her all the time I should take care of her as she aged. They only cared for her wealth. But I relished the experience that I knew she was a witch. Honestly, I'm pretty sure as the years went by she knew I was spying on her. But either she didn't care or she relished the feelings of lust I had for her. But when she died,
everyone in the family raided her inheritance and kicked me to the curb back to my empty residence. Her legacy was discarded and anything of value was sold off.
That is except for Auntie's magic jewels. I knew where she left them before she died. The place was so well hidden. Not even my moneyhungry family could find it. But I did. I bided my time and stole my rightful legacy.
Breaking into the manor and its basement was easy. Nobody kept an eye on the place. Especially with the hefty price tag of reselling the place. My childhood ninja skills came back. I could tell where the alarms were and where to stay away from security cameras. I made it to the basement wall where my Aunt had her secret ritual room. I knocked and tapped on the right spots on wall and it opened the just like she did those years ago. Her, I mean my treasures awaited.
Despite being abandoned, the room was impeccably clean. I glanced over at the wall duct where I would hide. Looking down and remembering quietly playing with my horny self and seeing my aunt transform before my eyes. Relishing and wanting to experience what my Aunt would do here to herself. But my mission now was to gain her magic jewels and finally get to feel what it's like to be a succubus.
Somewhere in the room, a turntable started. Orchestral Victorian music started playing. It
was a pleasant song. It became my favorite after hearing my Aunt hum it many times. Down here in the basement. The sounds bounced off the walls building my excitement.
So I grabbed her hidden jewelery box and her Tome. I opened the book and set it down near me. I opened the box and looked at the contents. I instantly remembered what Auntie's routine was. I got on my knees and I pulled out a gold hair pin. I set it on my head. Instantly I felt an enormous tug. My hair grew out so fast out my scalp that silky black strands looped around the floor. My head felt so heavy, no wonder why my aunt got on herknees. The weight of all those luxurious locks would have made her fall over.
I brushed my hair aside, away from my ears and I grabbed some purple earrings. I always got flak from everyone and I was called a faggot for getting both my ears pierced. But tonight it was worth it. My slender hands delicately touched my earlobes as the hook part made it's way through my ear flesh. I could almost see the purple jewels gleaming in the low light of the basement. To keep my head from flopping to one side, I repeated the insertion of the other earring. My body felt smaller and heavier now. I was squirming in an unfamiliar body. My clothes seemed thinner too. Cloth dissapeared from my shoulders. Only my sleeves were left. My knees rubbing the thinning cloth of my bluejeans they almost felt like silk.
I glanced over at the book on the floor. My eyesight seemed sharper than ever. I couldlook over at the tiny words on the pages and yet they seemed gigantic, almost floating above my head. I whispered some of the phrases of the pages from the book. My voice was sultry and feminine. I remembered the magic speeches and phrases said aloud by my aunt. It looks
like I didn't need the book at all. But it felt comforting having it near me. I repeated them. The voice coming out of me was so erotic, I had to nibble on my hair to stop myself from giggling in joy. I really was becoming a woman!
Having moved on to reciting another paragraph, It was time to put on the choker. I knew it was the best part. After auntie put it on, her breasts would explode out of her. There was a joyful, definintive swaying in my ass and jiggling of my thighs as I reached over and grabbed the large purple choker studded with pearls. The necklace felt magnetic as it got closer to my smooth slender neck. The second the heavy jewel touched my skin, it dug into me. The choker snapped itself shut without me having to close it. The flowing,
intense jolts of pleasure forced me back down onto my knees! My chest felt hot and heavy like lead. My nipples were on fire! As I raised myself off the floor to resist the weight, my pecs felt gooey like taffy. As if the act of lifting myself pulled down on my breasts. My two new massive boobies hung pendulously off my body. What was left of my shirt shifted and stuck to my floppy sweaty teats. I swear my new breasts look bigger that anything my Auntie conjured.
As the waves of pleasure rocked my body, the last of my male instincts was telling me to grab my dick and give it the jerking of a lifetime. But alas, it was gone. The spell took it away from me. But in it's place was a new, sopping wet vagina. My nose became instantly
keen and aware of it. The silky cloth that was formerly my pants left an opening for my hands to explore my new feminine desires. My new, womanly brain tingled with anticipation as I knew this was the next glorious step in my transformation.
My index and middle finger made their way into my waiting mound. It's new and intense, as I masterbated. Each probe and flick; finding new pleasures never felt before by a man. I flinched and arched my back the deeper I went. As my fingers made new ground. My lower back started throbbing, itching and bulging. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. New muscles, bones
and skin erupted above my ass. Gusts of wind blew around the room as my body finally climaxed.I looked over at my back and saw my two new wings. I gasped in joy at the double cresendo of my complete transformation! I screamed in ecstasy!
Experiencing this whole new pleasure, I know now there's no going back. I cant go back to being a plain old boring human anymore. My aunt was addicted and now I am too. In the few minutes that I lay here in my afterglow, I feel some witchy powers growing within me. I grab the book off the floor and I will myself to float a bit in place. I got a few hours left before sunrise and the magic will wear off. I turn the pages of the book and find a paragraph in it....
'Transformation can be permanent if caster fornicates with the opposite sex.'
Second post! This time fellow readers I need help finding a picture. Maybe you can help and post a link to one...
I'm searching for a pic of a demon girl wearing a punk rock or rock t-shirt. I've looked through my files and a few places online, but nothings caught my eye. I would like it to be anime and cute, or maybe gothic punk Lolita. But I'm open to suggestions. It will be a great help. It's for a gender bender caption.
Thanks.
Today, I had a day off from work. So I made two captions today. Enjoy the posts.
We were all briefed about the situation. We couldn't beleive that Ghosts and Genies are real! We all thought it was a joke from the first day we were hired. Yet our superiors knew something we didn't. We were given these cool guns that supposedly had anti magic properties. We drilled and practiced some weird as fuck imaginary scenarios. I thought this was just some rich guy's fantasy. But now I wish I had paid more attention to our instructors. Its hard to maintain my position with this tiny dress on. I'm sitting on my hair. I can feel the gravel poking through to my butt.
We were given the time and place of the Apparition. Our thrity team squad cautiously infiltrated the ruins of some middle east town. Our boss' psychic said that a class Five D'jinn was about to appear. We were told not to engage under any circumstances. We were to wait until their Supreme Exorcist arrived to handle it. I've only seen him through pictures. I just thought he was some pompous made for TV hackjob. But now as my slender body shivers in the morning sunrise, I know this is all too real.
The ruined neighborhood seemed to crackle with some weird force when the D'jinn manifested. I could hear the collective gasps of fear even without our radios. This ain't no Blue Disney genie! This was something to be truly fearful of. The monster stretched his back and laughed a most wicked cackle. He knew we were here somehow. We did our best, but the pressure was too immense. The D'jinn glared menacingly in one direction. Someone else flinched and panicked and unloaded their whole clip. Then everyone else tried to shoot at it. But as the shots echoed and hit strange flesh. My commrades sudden blood-curdling, worsening screams echoed nastily through the hood. My own single shot hit the creature as well.
Time suddenly stopped. I could sense the powerful D'jinn inside my head. The evil thing was digging into my memories. I could do nothing as it scavenged my thoughts with his nasty nails. It picked out something I hadn't done in a long time. I used to crossdress as a kid. I would Pretend to be a girl. I would prance around my sisters bedroom and think of how pretty I was. The D'jinn laughed and it snapped me out of my stupor. My body armor and clothes underneath dissolved away and reformed itself to a womens dress. I was still a man, but completely dressed as a woman. As everything came to, I could hear the frustration and anguish of my CO through the dissapearing radio on my chest. With my underwear gone, it was silky stockings rubbing up on my thighs. My feet throbbed
as tight dressy shoes replaced my combat boots. The dress was equally tight on my stomach, but it wouldnt tear. My muscular abs were held in place. Its not coming off even if I tried.
The only thing that didn't dissolve away, was the weapon given to me. I guess it was magical. But if they could make a magical gun. Why couldn't they give us other magical items like body armor or charms to protect ourselves. I felt like usless fodder. A henchman or redsuit from Star Trek. Meant to die or stall the baddie before the hero arrived.
Suddenly, something clicked in my head. This genie is granting wishes! Fucked up, twisted wishes. I bet my squadmates got their wishes granted when they attacked it. I could only wonder what happened to them. I look down on my crossdressed body and it looks wrong. Not wrong that I'm a man dressed as a woman. But envious that I dont look good in the white dress from my childhood. I ponder wholeheartedly at what I am. I grew up and became manly to escape my urges. The D'jinn found a part of me that I need no longer deny. The monster thought that my deepest fear was being a girl. But he's doing me a favor. I cant go back to being a man. I hear a single shot in the distance. Someone surely offed themselves. I cant do that. But what if I shoot the D'jinn again? I see it prancing, laughing and bent back in glee over all our suffering. I need to shoot again.
As I fired a second shot from the gun, I winced and prayed with all my heart. Make me a complete woman! I chanted over and over in my head. The D'jinn turned my way and smiled as the bullet ricocheted off his shoulder. It didn't have to read my mind to know what I wanted. I could see in slow motion the expended shot from the gun falling to the ground. In those elapsed seconds, the weapon in my hand seemed heavier. My slender arms and dainty fingers do their best to hold
the gun up. My shoulders look smaller. My pecs and torso dont seem so tight anymore. Cascading black hair brushes up against my thinning back. My spreading hips and butt shift as I try to counter the weight of not only the gun, But my growing breasts. My boob flesh seems to fill up nicely the now not so empty cups of the white dress. My legs shift yet again, but this time into a more comfortable position now that my penis and balls are gone. The pantyhose deliciously contracts and rubs up on my new pussy. My heels are no longer digging into my feet. But its
still tight enough to restrict my toes from wiggling. I finally close my eyes and wink as the empty bulletshell lands. My new eyelashes almost seem stuck. But my eyes find a way to open wider than they ever had before. I get a full glimpse of my new body. I shiver in joyous delight as the warm sunrise finally hits me. My new body finally complete.
Through the screams, gurgles and sobs; I revel in my new female sensations. The magical gun lets out some strange wishy-washy song. As if alerting me to someones arrival. It can only be him.... Sounds of lightning strikes and the smell of ozone fill the air. Some guy in a Top-hat lands on the plaza where the D'jinn is. It's the Superme Exorcist! I hear a few cheers and woots probably from men who didn't shoot at the D'jinn. I should be happy as well. But I get a naggy feeling. I need to run away! I cant root for Him, and I can no longer be against the D'jinn either. If the
Exorcist wins, will I turn back? My fleeting womanhood gone like that? I have no clue how magic works. Did the D'jinn curse me? If I get away far enough from this fight maybe my body will stay the same?
A lound thunderclasp breaks some rubble near me. Enough to jolt me out of my ponderous funk. I dust off some dirt that landed on my chest. I wobble a bit as I stand on my feet. My center of gravity has changed. The morning sun fully hitting me. I debate wether to drop my gun. But I'd rather not. I need protection in this battle. I have no clue what happened to everyone else. I can only worry about me. The battle is fierce. A wall explodes and crumbles. Whats left of this building is going to collapse. I better get going. Get as far away as possible. I cant lose this new body. I think I can run on these heels. My own battle to exist has now begun.
Well. Hello again. Many years have passed and I've decided to try again at writing. A lot has happened and not happened lately. The itch is still there and it's taken a sort of mid life crisis to get me to make more caps again.
Please motivate me and praise me to keep going. I still got lots of digital distractions all around me, but I'll try to make some cool stories again. I'll be seeing you here.
