Jayden

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Crossdresser Oni

 "You smell so delicious.....Almost as good as my wife." My Master cooed. His weight on the bed made the springs squeak as he crept over me. It's almost like I'm not even there. But here I am feeling like my Master's new toy. My chest quivers and my horns are itching with excitement. I feel so sexy and demure for my master. I should be scared, but dare I say I'm secretly excited for what's about to happen. 

To tell you the truth, I used to be a man. And it's all my fault for why I've turned into a woman. Master's new woman. I should have just donated all the sexy clothes. But I ended up keeping them. I realize they ended up changing me over these past few days and I think it's already too late to become human again. I'm enthralled and submissive to my new Master. 

My Master used to be my Boss. He was a huge guy even by human standards. He ran a shipping container business and I was one of his many employees. I got injured on the shoulder at my job one day and Boss was kind enough to make me his errand boy while I recovered. I liked him. He could have let me go, but instead he placed me somewhere else where I could still be useful. 

One day I was sent to his mansion to help Boss clean out some excess stuff in his many bedrooms. Boss told me to pack it up and donate all the extra clothes to charity. Boss' wife was going to be gone for a few years and Boss liked his home clean and uncluttered. I moved a lot of boxes to the Donation trucks, but I accidentally ended up keeping a few of them. 

But I'm a liar. I knew what was in them. So I purposely set them aside and was nervously excited for the new underthings. I'm glad nobody caught me. The delivery drivers wouldn't care and Boss doesn't need to know that I was going to wear his wife's undergarments. I've been a life long fanatic of cross-dressing and at my age I wasn't going to stop.

The three days off I had were a godsend. Boss told me that I could go to work moving pallets when I came back. Still no real heavy lifting. And he was worried a bit that the Donation job would hurt me. But I told him that I felt fine now. I was ready to help. But horny thoughts were growing in the back of my head...

I spent the first day trying all the hosiery, panties, girdles, bras and corsets. It was a sexy dream come true. It was all top of the line stuff too. Not like the old worn-out cheap stuff I've been wearing for years now. Everything was small and too tight. But it felt so good, suffocating and embracing wearing it. Trying on all my new things made my shoulder hurt a bit, but I couldn't stop. 

The spandex and corseted ribbed girdles squeezed my male chest so tight. The shapewear hid my stomach and had given me elegant curves. I could still see my male body underneath the layers of silk and nylon. But the fake skins of femininity on me gave me the biggest most raging boner of my life! 

I woke up on my bed wearing a pretty bra and panties. The bra stuffed with Boss's wife's dainties. A silky nightgown covered my skin. My lacy panties were tented by an excited morning boner. A whole day of depravity was lost in garmented bliss. 

I noticed a sweet, yet off smell on me. Fuck. I should have realized that some of the clothes may have not been washed in a long time. The scent of old perfume, deodorant and abandoned clothes. Not to mention my own sweat mixed in with Boss's wife's odors. It was enthralling. My nose was tickling with all the extra sensory inputs. 

I quickly took off all the female garments that I slept in. I plan to take a nice long shower and to start the process to wash every sexy piece of clothing in my new collection. My drying racks were going to look great with all those hanging panties on them.

Lost in the potential, as I headed to the bathroom, I was removing all the sexy layers of woman's clothes off me. The trail on the floor looked so hot, like if a lazy girl lived here. I checked out my body. It was red and welted from the insanely tight clothing. Straight bands that dug into my skin from the corseted plastic running down my back. Impressions left by the elastic girdles that held my male thigh flesh down. Pink indentations around the skin on my shoulders from the tight bras. Even the swell of my back between the shoulder blades felt tingly where my bra straps came together. 

A nice, warm shower really loosened up my skin and pores. I felt like I used a bit more shampoo on my scalp. If I had time, I would dig out my old wig to look even better wearing my new clothes. I found out I didn't need to shave after all. I thought I would have stubble on my arms, chest and legs after a whole day of debauchery. But I felt strangely smaller and femmy when I exited the shower. I even wore my towel over my chest like a real woman. 

The second day was stressing, yet uneventful. It was just taking care of all the new sexy undergarments. I separated what I felt was the smelliest female scented clothes and the stuff that looked barely worn. The washing machine was on delicate mode all day long. I let most of the sexy panties and bras air dry. I removed the inserts from the body shapers to hopefully dry them faster. I did double cycles on the clothes I cummed in. 

Despite all the washing, spot treating and fabric softener, I couldn't remove some of the lady's smells from the undergarments. I guess I'll have to get used to them. It made me giddy and horny knowing that I was wearing such sexy, provocative clothing that frankly was stolen by me. I felt a bit ashamed by betraying my Boss's trust. But the thought of wearing these sexy clothes after work for years to come, was just too good to stop.

On the third day, I had to go get food and pay off some bills and run a few errands around town. I had work again and I needed to make some lunches for the next few days. I had been happily wearing some cute panties and bras. For some reason either the wash or my stretching out the fabric, but all the girl clothes on me fit a whole lot better. My chest looked a little puffy too. I thought the corsets were pushing up extra skin and muscle. Even my hips had a little sway when I walked around my house. I looked sexy, I felt sexy, and I didn't care. 

And since I didn't care. I drove into town wearing a jogging suit. But underneath, I was wearing one of my favorite bras. A pretty slip and a thong so dangerously tiny, I had to take careful steps as to not let my dick escape as I walked. A sexy garter belt hung off my thighs. And connected to them were leggings so soft that my toes wiggled in bliss inside my tennis shoes. I combed my hair back as it was getting annoying seeing some bangs start to cover my face.

My forehead felt funny too. As I was combing my hair back, I could've sworn I felt two bumps on top of my scalp. Did I hit my noggin on my headboard as I was jacking off all night? I guess I'll have to be careful when I play with myself. 

It was now or never. I gathered the strength and went into the grocery store to buy some food. I'm sure that the people in the store were staring at me and calling me gay or something. I couldn't help but push the cart all sexy-like and I had trouble bending down and reaching for food high on the shelves. It would reveal my most dangerous secret. 

But I had to outstretch my arm to get something that was out of stock. I tried to adjust my sweater and pants so no one would see my girl clothes. And as I was about to grab a box of cereal....I lost my balance and fell on my butt! The cereal landed on top of my head comically. And yet I was smarting and rubbing my head in prideful embarrassment. It didn't hurt as much as my butt seemed to cushion my fall. Was my ass always this big? 

But fate had something else in store for little old me. Running towards me to pick me up off the floor was none other than my Boss! 

"Are you okay young la...lady? Kouhai? Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you in that getup. Is your old injury acting up? Let me help you up off the floor." 

I was shy and shocked as Boss picked me up without any effort. I wasn't really expecting him. I was nervous and mumbling, trying to get a word out. But something else happened that creeped me out and scared me. 

He was sniffing the air! His eyes shifted around, almost like looking for someone. He turned his eyes back at me and I got a full view of his face. His nostrils were huge and flaring. He almost looked like a bull, huffing and puffing. Was he sniffing me too? But I think it was just my imagination getting the best of me. 

I apologized to Boss and I told him I was fine. I told him I was just buying groceries when I lost my balance. I told him not to worry. But Boss was acting strange after that. He was following me around the store, on the pretext of keeping an eye on me. But I knew he was looking around for someone or something. It embarrassed me more, to no end, thinking that I was next to him wearing his wife's clothes while my boss was acting chivalrous and masculine. I couldn't say no to him loading up my trunk with all my shopping stuffs. 

I was shivering and hyperventilating on the drive home. Did my boss find out my secret? He's a very keen individual. He picks up on stuff real quick. He's gonna pester me with crazy questions when I get to work tomorrow. 

I was so scared and horny, that once I made it home, I changed into another sexy outfit and furiously played with myself for hours. The sexy lingerie fit me so well. But I was distracted and ignored things that I shouldn't have. My whole body tingled in coital bliss as I dirtied myself with my manspunk. I would change outfits again. But that sweet girly smell still lingered. 

I awoke the next day with two throbbing headaches. The area above my temple was on fire. The bumps on my head were bigger! I had to ignore that and move on. I'm sure I have a work baseball hat somewhere to hide the bumps. I peeled off my underwear. Sticky with my sweat and some old cum. 

I have to go to work. I went to my drawer with my men's underwear to try and put something on. But I felt disgusted with what I saw there. I just couldn't will my hands into that drawer. So I made my way into my pantie drawer and I ran out of clean underwear! Fuck! I look around the room and spot something that looks fairly clean. I didn't recognize it. It's an early pair that I must have forgotten to wash! I don't have time to look for another one. This will have to do. I groggily grabbed those sexy pair of panties. I shimmied those easily up my big thighs. And they hung nicely off my hips. I had no choice but to tolerate that sickenly sweet Boss' wife smell. 

I unclasped a girdle bra that had hooks on the front. My chest sagged a bit as the cups holding up some pre-boobies I had sunk lower on my body. I really wanted to wear a bra again. But I was afraid my co-workers would spot the lacy bra under my male dress shirt. I wore a camisole instead. Hoping that it looks masculine enough. If someone says something, I can tell them that I'm just flabby and I need to work out. 

I struggled yet again to put on my men's clothing. It felt so alien and wrong. Plus, it seemed two sizes too big. Was I shrinking? I know I haven't eaten very much these last few days. But I hope I don't look sick. I need to look good so my Boss doesn't fire me. So I roll up my sleeves and do the same with my pants legs. Hopefully I don't look too frumpy. Even the shoes I'm putting on seem a bit too big. I stuff my shoes with some panties so that at least my feet can feel something silky. 

As I do my perfunctory routine and drive to work, I'm on auto-pilot. I have to adjust the seats and the mirrors. Something is wrong with me. Getting to work is my goal. I need to see the Boss. The fear is still there. I roll the windows down and hope the city breeze calms my nerves. The slight wind tries to knock off my hat. But the poofy hair on my head that's almost down to my shoulders struggle to hold the hat down. 

Security doesn't recognize me as I make it to the gates. But the car checks out and my badge is still valid. I park my car and make my way inside. My coworkers see me and ask me if I'm okay. And I tell them I'm fine. But I know they're not buying it. My voice is too girly and I use that as an excuse that I might be coming down with a cold. 

I struggle to use the mobile pallet jack. The thing looks so imposing and huge. My tiny hands barely grip the forward handle. I sloppily finish my task of loading a truck. My belt keeps coming loose and my clothes almost seems to get stuck on the machine. I have to be more careful. 

"Kouhai!" It's Boss' voice over the loudspeaker." I need you to come to the office ASAP. 

I trudge my way over to the factory office where Boss is waiting for me. Even with my slow walking, I have a womanly gait. My coworkers glance over in awe and concern. They want to help. But they have their own quotas to deal with. I've been there before. I tremble and take a deep breath as I turn the knob to Boss's office. 

"I'm taking you home, Kouhai." Boss said. "Clearly you're not 100% right now and I cant have you endangering yourself and others here. Am I clear?" 

"Yes, Master." I reply. But I cant help but see that Boss' nostrils are flaring again. Is it out of anger or does he smell me again? With his huge, bulky body its hard to tell what his emotions are. 

"You're clearly in no way or shape to drive." Boss said. "I'm driving."

"I understand Master." I reply. I glance over at Boss's face. Something is up with his face too. I see two bumps on top of his head. His nose looks bigger. His eyes are starting to bulge. Is he taller too. Is he angry? He looks a little red? 

"Lets go Kouhai, We're taking the rest of the day off." There was a slur in his voice. Two big yellow teeth like ivory tusks were sticking out his jaw. He grabbed my arm and I was dragged along. I felt like paper. 

Soon we were in Boss' limo. I saw his driver nod at Boss and we were on our way. But something was wrong. My house was not in that direction. We weaved and stopped and then found a way to Boss' mansion. I wasn't sure why we were here. But I found myself unable to protest. Boss just dragged me over and dumped me onto a huge couch. He was ready to talk. He wasn't human anymore.

"You foolish, sissy human!" Boss snorted. "I gave you a simple task, but you blew it. But then again, I didn't expect you to have Oni blood coursing through your veins. No wonder I felt something weird when I hired you. No doubt you feel an attraction to me. The weak submit to the strong. You aren't a very great employee. But we Oni can have a powerful influence on weaker individuals. The truck that was meant for donations was a lie so my wife could pick up her things. She's in the demon realm right now. She called me to tell me that not everything arrived. I knew Kouhai became one of us when I saw you at the store. You donned her garb. My wife's essence changed you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Was all I could say. But in my head it all became clear. I've always felt weird growing up. I never really fit in among society. I'm part Oni, I guess? I thought my weirdness and mental disability was being gay and a crossdresser? I never felt like me. I was always felt like a piece of me was missing. But now, I strangely feel complete. I guess I could be an Oni. "If I can stay female like this, I'll do anything you wish for, Master."

"Oh and that you will, young Oni maiden!" Master proudly retorted. "My real wife will be gone for a few decades. She owes me a huge favor for letting her go to the Demon Realm. She's off to fight for her right to the throne. And she's allowed me to take a concubine to keep me company while she's gone. You look just like her when we first courted. But there's some lingering humanity inside you. You still need to ripen some more. Give up that part of you and embrace what you were born to be."

The giant red skinned ogre rushed towards me and planted an evil, huge, and sloppy kiss on my lips. It's teeth, saliva and tongue invaded my mouth. Oni magic rushed inside me. I can feel a ramped up shock spread all over. Something was growing inside me. 

"That kiss means your mine, Kouhai. Now and forevermore. No wife of mine will wear dingy men's clothing anymore. Now go up those stairs and get dressed. I have something there that I like and I want you to wear it."

"Yes Master." That phrase seems to be a permanent part of my vocabulary now. My Oni instinct took over and I made my way up the stairs. The room I led myself to was grandiose. I looked around and found a large bed and a dresser drawer. I could feel something magical behind those doors. It smelled like all the female clothes I've been wearing lately. My chest ached. Almost like a desire to wear what's in that closet. But something inside seemed to tell me....'not yet.'

With an unnatural strength I found myself tearing apart my old male clothes. leaving a drab pile on the floor. I flicked away my old shoes too. I gently took off my panties. The cap on my head came off too. Long locks of blue hair cascaded down to my back. I failed to notice that it had two holes poking through. I traced my fingers around it and then my hands went to my forehead. Two pointy horns were on top of my head now. They parted ways through my blue bangs of silky hair. These horns truly made me an Oni.

My chest felt even tighter now. And heavier. I cupped my hands and mushed the meat under my camisole. It strained under the stretched fabric. It was much bigger now than when I woke up this morning. I was denying them in the morning when I woke up. But there's no mistake that I have breasts now. Their weight and pertness were just begging, yearning to be free. I pulled the camisole up off my generous rack, slightly getting stuck on my horns but quickly set aside....

I stared down at my sexy jutting protrusions, my eyes barely catching a glance at their heft. Never have I seen such beautiful breasts and now they're mine and my Masters. I traced the curves of my sides and did my best to follow the contour of my hips and my butt and thighs were sexy compliments to my generous bust and surely beautiful face.

I now understood what Master meant by ripening. My body was adjusting to Masters magic. Master likes busty curvy women. My voluptuousness wasn't to Masters liking yet. I also felt like I had been growing taller too. I was no longer a shy, scrawny human. But a taller, sexy, Oni. 

I finally felt worthy of the clothing behind the closeted doors. I pulled it and it satisfyingly creaked open. Hanging inside was a plasticky, vinyl suit, a bowtie and bunny ears. The magic flowing through me demanded that I put them on. I placed them on my body and somehow the magic in me braided my hair. All of this would just seem ridiculous in hindsight. It was a strange garb, but not anymore wrong than what I used to wear when I was human. It was my Masters wishes, anyways.

I made my way to the bed as I rolled up the leggings and inserted my legs and feet into the fabric. It felt so sensual pulling them up my genuinely feminine legs. The elastic hugged my hips so well it definitely was a sultry second skin. 

The vinyl corset was surely magical. I placed it on my stomach, and the material seemed to suck and stick to my skin. The black material slunk beneath my boobies and crept its way up covering my nipples.  I could feel it close on my back forcing my spine to curve and stick my already ridiculous breasts out even farther. 

Then I sensed him. My master. He was coming up the stairs and into the bedroom to fuck me and complete me. I had fallen back on the bed. My body tingling in anticipation. My arms slinged back. My breasts heaving in the air. My ass grinding the mattress. Wriggling and finding the best position. I had barely put on the funky suit, but knowing that it will be coming off soon. 

I am his woman now and I'm ready. 

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Nana's Gift

It was an impromptu family reunion. I never knew I had so many Aunts and Uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. Some were sad and somber, others wild and opportunistic. Everyone wanted a piece of Great Grandma's magical estate after her death. 

Grandpa, a powerful Court mage in his own right summoned us all. It took many of us days to get there. But when we did, he told us that there are things in Nana's mansion that are too dangerous. In three days, a magical barrier would soon be set up to avoid getting powerful artifacts into enemy hands. 

Per Nana's will and testament before she died, her descendants, we were allowed one magical item to inherit. She was a genius, witch inventor well known around the country. Our whole family are considered Nobles, so the King knows the items we take will be in safe hands.

The most powerful people in the family got first dibs. Unbreakable armor, Magical swords, Lazer wands, adamant shields. Even a magical car! Stuff that we couldn't comprehend in our wildest dreams. Nana was crazy like that. Anything she touched or created or infused with energy could be considered a magical weapon. I'm certain some of my family had been waiting for the day that Nana croaked so that they can own a unique item like that. 

Some were very Powerful. Nana's magical items directly went to their hands. Some shouted, others chanted and they instantly received their magical item. They're elites among elites. Now that the Adults had their new toys. It was a free-for-all! It was twenty to thirty of us cousins searching Nana's mansion, in a competition for what was left. 

Unfortunately for me. I was a scrawny, lanky, teenage boy. With barely any magical ability. I wonder how I'm even part of this country's upper class? I heard my Mom was some mage's mistress, So I guess I'm related. There was these really cool anti-gravity boots that I once saw as a kid that I wanted. But some of my cousins pushed me away with their magic and one beat me to it. Others found pleasure by simply chucking me outside just to deny me out of spite. One just beat me up for fun. What assholes.

Three days had passed. It's now or never. The house was ransacked many times. But a magic cleaning spell eventually put everything back. To my disappointment, anything that could be considered a weapon was gone. By now, practically everyone left for home. Happy with their new magical item. Time was running out for me.  

I had no choice but to rummage through random knick-knacks, hoping to find any sort of cool magical tool. But it just made me sad. As I looked around the place, I could see, feel and sense how lonely Nana's house felt now that she was gone. My body would tingle a bit as there might be a random magical item waiting for me. But when I touched stuff, I couldn't tell what the item did.

During my rummaging, I met up with one of my cousins. She wasn't very powerful either. She was almost like me. We could sense some magic, and that's about it. She was quite happy, because she found something she liked. Something just for her. In Nana's kitchen, she found a magic wand that makes Tofu appear. She likes to cook and make food, so that thing was perfect for her. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. 

I resigned myself to realize that there's no cool weapons anymore. Maybe I can get something simple to help me in my daily life. Hopefully I can find it before Grandpa seals up the place. I said goodbye to my cousin, and continued my futile search.  

I made my way to what looks like a guest bedroom. I grab the doorknob. My whole body starts to quiver. Something here is giving me the tingles. Could this room have the item meant for me? I can only hope its not my imagination running wild and I make my way inside.

The room was pretty simple. Just a bed, an A/C against the wall and a dresser drawer. I lifted the mattress and looked under the bed. Nothing. I took off my shoes and climbed on the bed to take a look at the air conditioner, hoping to find something hidden inside it. Nothing. All that was left was to look inside the dresser drawer. 

I cautiously grabbed the handle and pulled. My brain tingled a bit. Something here has to be it. But alas, it was just a drawer full of women's bras and panties. They were cute, I guess. But I'm a guy. Another disappointment in my life. Maybe I'm just unlucky? 

What if there's something underneath? As I stick my hands and rummage the soft silky things, there was a dangerous Zap! An electric shock instantly made my hands pull back. My brain was tingling like mad! As I looked towards the drawer to figure out what shocked me..... There was a soft pink bra in one hand, And tiny pink panties in the other How? Did I grab them instinctively? 

I chucked that alien, satiny, underthing away towards the bed. A shiver went down my spine as the bra got away from me. My other hand though, had a death grip on the tiny underwear. That's not right. What does a teenage boy need with a girly feminine things like that? 

I plop myself on the bed, and fall back, staring up at the ceiling. The bra is there by my side laying on the bed, still sending tingly signals into my brain. I want to ignore it, forget about it, and move on to the next room. But I find myself stuck in place, staring up at the stucco patterns on the ceiling. Contemplating the meaning of it all. Minutes are feeling like hours.

A tear falls down my side. Is it a tear of despair, hope or resignation? 

When suddenly I realize. I'm holding the bra again, above me at arms length. Between me and the ceiling. Like some sort of demented, perverted prize. The panty, its other twisted half, was burning my other hand metaphorically. Like if it was aware of its devious existence. 

I think I have my item. I can't deny it. No doubt about it. There's nothing left for me to look for. Anything else is irrelevant. 

I have to get naked.

My body suddenly on auto-pilot sets the panty down on the bed this time. Gently set aside so I can focus on the bra. Its too precious an item. I unbuckle my belt and wiggle my pants and boxers off. My bare butt is on the bed. I pull my legs up with my heel on the bed and my socks are flung off. I glance towards the door, futile hoping someone would stop me and smack me back into reason. But nothing in the world can stop what's going on. I unbutton my shirt from top to bottom and toss it away from me. My undershirt soon follows. 

I'm in my dead Nana's house, Naked as the day I was born. I wanna feel embarrassed and ashamed. And I am. But those tingles are ramping up. These are the strongest I've ever felt in my entire life. It's that bra. It wants me to wear her. To be one with her. Almost like it's calling for me.

I sit back up. I'm preparing myself for something strange. With the Bra in my hands, I instinctively fiddle with the straps. Pulling and adjusting them to some size I know is right in my head. I see the hooks in the back and I can tell they're going to make my back itchy in a good way. It's stretchiness was taunting, goading me to put it on. 

I put my arm through one side of the bra. The whole of my body trembling in joy and excitement. My other arm finds its way through the other gap. The tingling of my nervous body reaches levels I've never felt before. It gives me a painful, embarrassing erection. 

But it still doesn't feel complete until I fasten the back. My arms try to twist backwards and my hands nervously fiddle as they grab both halves of the bra. My goal is to make them join into one. A true effort to feel complete. My fingers poke the loops and hooks looking for a way to come together. I never knew my hands were so adept. But they did it. The bra was finally clasped and everything was right in the world. 

But no ensemble wasn't complete without its partner. I pick up the dainty, elastic, beautiful thing and stretch it. The panty seemed to unwrinkle itself before my eyes. It had a pink cloth patch in the front and barely anything in the back. How could something so girly fit on a boy's body? I was about to find out. My toes curl in excitement as somehow the tiny garment shifts and wiggles its way from ankles, to knees, and up to my butt. Its elasticity holding up well as it finds a new home hanging off my boyish hips. Strangely, my dick is somewhat nestled and hiding as best it can between my legs. A bulge is there, but no erection anymore to make it worse. But I feel so relieved by what seemed an impossible task. I sigh nervously. A nagging piece of the boy in me still feels that this is wrong. But the softness enveloping me, the tag team duo of women's underwear, says otherwise....

"How's my gift? Do you like it? I hope it fixes the lack of curves you got, and gives you much needed confidence, my lovely, granddaughter."

I look around the room excitedly. I almost get dizzy looking around. Its a raspy, yet honey filled sound. Filled with joy and care. I recognize that the voice inside my head. It's my Nana! I haven't seen her in like five or six years. But I know its her! 

I've only seen my Nana a few times in her busy life. But each visit to her was unforgettable. Despite how big and crazy this magical family is. I realize I am one of them, and I finally felt grateful to be a part of it. The magic happening right now all around me is terrifying  yet it feels safe and comfortable. I don't know if its really her or some magic inside the bra, but I cant lie to it.....

"I'm sorry Nana.....But I'm not your granddaughter, I'm one of your many grandsons. Your magic must have made a mistake in choosing me? Why does this feel so wrong yet so right? I'm not supposed to wear these things meant for a woman. I'm just a man. Or at least I'm trying to be? What's wrong with me? Isn't there a better magic for me? I don't want to be labeled a pervert..." 

I look down on my scrawny body. I'm a teenage boy barely containing a pink bra and panty; talking to a voice in my head. Everything wrong in the world is contained inside me. 

"Nonsense my child! Everything has a reason, and well within my plans. Everyone in my family got the item they needed. They think they chose it. But my devices are tantamount to their abilities. This was always meant for you. Even though you are naïve and prone to nervousness, you are humble. And worthy of being my successor. I've known this since the day your were born to my dimwit Grandson. Obviously I'm not going to make it easy for you. You'll need to forge your own path. But I'm going to push you in the right direction."

"Now lets fix that outer shell of yours and open you to all the world's possibilities, I'll be with you always, my child."

By now the tingling in my body was an afterthought. I certainly had been spreading all over for a while now, ever since Nana's voice was in my head. But I realize now, it's my magic spreading. It's my own power finally unlocked and Nana's energy is guiding me, coaching me, finding the right areas to spread it. Like if I'm being reset.....

A growing weight started pulling down on my shoulders. My bra straps were digging in to my softening flesh. I was transfixed as I glanced down onto my chest. I was growing boobs. It's weight, undeniable, inevitable. Was this the logical outcome of donning a magical bra? My body leant forward as soft pale skin pushed out farther and farther. My new boobs were now sagging but they held in place by the cups of the bra. The elastic on my back stretched and the cups held fast. The bra was doing its job. I guess I adjusted them to the right size after all! 

My male chest was no more. I had an upper body that oozed femininity. If my old shoulders had any masculine definition, they were gone now. My forearms, all the way down to my wrists and fingers were permanently girlish. My arms found their way under my breasts, and a gentle squeeze on my stomach, pushed my already generous breasts up higher. 

The pink panties still felt tight on my hips. But now, they were in a perfectly higher position. My flat, stocky boyish abdomen gave way to a taut stomach and curvy hips and round butt of a healthy teenage girl. The transformation surely gave me a body that any woman would envy. 

I have never seen a woman's private parts. But I knew Nana's magic would leave me strong and healthy down there. I clenched new muscles and felt new nerves that weren't there before. I feel a bit sad for my lost dick, as I've owned it all my life. But the magic flowing in me and the tingles that took it away give me a sense of comfort that everything will be alright. 

With no penis anymore, I feel extra mobility and range in my slender legs. My knees touch themselves together in a posture that I couldn't achieve as a boy. I can tell my brain is rewiring itself to get used to this new, womanly posture I have now.... 

I snap out of it. I've been in a daze. All these new sensations are happening yet my sense of time is lost. How long have I been standing here in this room? What could have been hours may have just been minute passing by. My body is aware of all sorts of magic that I couldn't feel before. It's scary and overwhelming. 

Any physical trace of me being a teenage boy is gone. Can I give up being a boy and embrace the girl in me? Nana decided that she wants me to be a girl. Was I useless as a boy? Can I live up to the expectations of a ghost inside my magic Bra?  Nana says she's with me, but I cant feel her voice inside my head right now. Despite this new body. I'm starting to feel a panic attack like I used to have when I was a boy....

*KNOCK KNOCK!* Someone is at the door. The door jiggles and slowly opens....

"George! Its me, your cousin Claire! I think I sense you in here? Did you finally find a magic item? Grandpa is finally calling for all of us to leave....." 

The young lady is surprised by the sight of another girl in the guest bedroom! She lets out a gasp as she realizes who it is....

"George is that you? What's wrong?" Why are you a girl now?"

"A lot happened, Claire. Yeah an Item found me. I think I should be called Gina now."

Emotional tears well up in the newly reborn girl's eyes.

"Claire, I need your help. Can you take me to Grandpa?" 

Demon King Recovered

 After a long, dangerous battle, a Demon King awakens to some new changes in him. 

Transdimensional

 Well here's one I finally made. I've had a weird story brewing in my head for a while now. But I couldn't find a good pic for it. Until I found one of a girl cosplaying as a fantasy character. I got it from either twitter or Instagram. But I wanted to make it more styled to the drawings I find and I tried to upload it to an AI app to change it to make it more cartoony or anime like. But it didn't work, it got too abstract and got further away from what I wanted. I wanted to keep both the fantasy element and the modern juxtaposition of a car. 

But what I did do is put the picture through FaceApp. And I used a picture of myself  and did a morphing/face-swap. And damn I look fine! You can see a crude attempt at the bottom corner to hide the faceapp logo.

I still have a few more ideas swimming around in my head, but I haven't found the correct anime-like picture on https://danbooru.donmai.us/ to help me. Even though I have hundreds of pics saved already. That or try to use an AI app again and hope to get better results. 

Tell me what you think? Thanks for reading. 

Vampire Ambush

What I thought was going to be a fun, exciting time at the nightclub turned into

one big clusterfuck! There's a million things going on and we luckily and quickly 

got away. My adrenaline is kicking and I got Joaquin in tow. 

Poor Joaquin. He didn't really want to come with me, but I insisted. I needed a 

wingman, err wingwoman. He recently came out of the closet, and while he lost many 

acquaintances over his gender choice. I, Brad have been his best friend since we were

toddlers. And I don't care if he wants to be girly. I just needed a good time since

my now ex dumped me. And that flyer for a secret party downtown sounded like fun. 

I don't know how many blocks I've run off with Joaquin in tow. I can hear him 

panting and wheezing. Stumbling a bit, but I quickly pull him up. He seems lighter

than usual, but that's just my adrenaline pumping. I can feel my other shoulder

throbbing and burning. No doubt injured by the attack. 

Aw man! The explosion! We were lucky that Joaquin was such a wallflower. The music

was blasting and there were plenty of hot chicks shaking their hips and plenty of

good looking guys for Joaquin to get to know. I wanted to dance with a nice girl. 

Joaquin just wanted to lean against the wall. I was just leaving with his approval, 

when suddenly the party was cut short when a gang of Vampires blew up the wall and 

rushed the venue. Not good. 

For years now, Vampires have been a dying species. Many have integrated back into

society peacefully and others were taken care of by the Inquisition. Lots of normal

humans now have vampire DNA in them, but thankfully it's recessive. Vampirism has 

been cured or at least controlled. But there's always stories of Rebels and 

Anarchists out there. I didn't think this would happen to us. These attacking 

vampires in the club are certainly outliers. Inquisitors say that have an agenda 

of Purity and dominance. 

When I saw them shoot the purple smoke canister from their weapons, I knew that

it just got worse. 'It's Nosferatu gas! someone screamed!' People ran and others

choked and fell. 'Its toxic stuff that turns lots of people into pseudo Vampires,' 

another shouted. 'Call the Inquisitors!' a woman screamed. I remembered an old 

videotube clip once that said that Nosferatu gas affects some more than others, 

that as long as you get farther away, it's effects quickly wear out. That's my cue 

to get the fuck out. 

In the wall of chaos and mayhem. I could see the attacking Vampires cackling and

laughing at their human victims. Some brave men are trying to be heroic and fight 

back, but they're quickly dropped, slashed and bitten.  I look around for Joaquin, 

and I spot him still near the wall. He's coughing up a fit. A purple canister popped

nearby him. Others near him start grunting and hissing. They're transforming! I 

don't care. As I use my College Football skills to juke and weave between them to

get closer to Joaquin, I spot the collapse, the hole made by them. But I couldn't 

avoid a nasty clawed scratch that landed on my back.....

"Brad! Stop! We're safe!' Said Joaquin in a scolding tone. I was in a daze. An 

explosion is heard in the distance from the direction of the Nightclub. Watchtowers

and street alarms were going off with the familiar Trumpeting tone of the Inquisitors 

Sirens. "Something is wrong with me," Joaquin whispered. "That vampire gas fucked 

me up. My body feels so hot.....I've been changing......" 

Despite my pain, my sight and consciousness quickly sobered up when I paid attention

to Joaquin in the alley. He certainly wasn't the same anymore. No wonder why he 

felt so tiny. He must have shrunk a foot and a half since we ran out. He was slender

before, but now he looks downright petite. His Latino features seems to disappear as

his skin turns whiter and pale. 

I realize that we're still holding hands. Joaquin uncomfortably squirms. As I can 

feel his muscles shrinking and twitching from here. I try to let go as my adrenaline

grip seems to loosen. But Joaquin's suddenly tightens. I never knew dainty fingers

could be so strong. I bared with the pain as his sharp fingernails dug into my palm.

Joaquin's brown eyes lighten and turn a yellower tone. His eyelashes look longer too. 

I saw him put on mascara before we got here, but his new lashes are longer and thicker 

than any makeup could produce. Joaquin then ran his other hand through his scalp. As 

if trying to scratch a deep itch. After coming out some weeks ago, he had been letting

his hair grow out. He had told me that he had been on hormones and his hair was growing

thicker because of that. But the hair I see sprouting now, is an unnatural tone of 

gray and white. I've never seen so much hair poof out in these few minutes.

Joaquin squirms some more as I hear bones unnaturally grind and pop. His. He pulls back 

and we almost trip. He steadies himself as I help him from falling over. Not before

his nightclub outfit falls over his shoulder. A pale, womanly shoulder peeks out in 

the cold night. I look at Joaquin's legs as they try to steady themselves. His legs and

thighs look thicker. The plasticky-vinyl pants he's wearing stretch tightly on his hips.

The first girly outfit Joaquin was so proud of owning looked better on him now more 

than ever.....

"Joaquin.... You're turning into a woman!" I blurted out realizing that these last few

minutes, we both know what's happening to his body.

"I kinda figured that, Brad" Joaquin turned to the side and spat out a white foamy spit 

onto the ground. That may have been the last masculine thing he ever did. Joaquin opened 

his mouth. Four vampiric fangs gleamed. Joaquin shifted his new lithe, limber tongue. 

Trying to avoid biting it. "My mouth hurts too... But not as much as my chest....I think... 

I'm....."

Joaquin frantically guides his fingers to his chest. Beneath his blouse, skin stretches, 

tingles and twitches. His growing, pointy, nipples are accompanied by a new flesh being

pushed out. He fumbles a few times but then pulls down on the zipper. New, ample boobs

and impressive cleavage greet Brads eyes. The expansion of Joaquin's breasts had turned

both of them on. Brad had seen a woman literally form in front of his eyes. And Joaquin

got a bodily rush as he now felt completely like a woman. 

"Brad, I'm wet. I've never felt this before. I'm a vampire now, and a woman too. I can

smell your blood. The wound on your back and your engorged penis. I bet it's tasty.."

Brad felt an un-natural, vampiric strength. Their hands were still locked, but Joaquin

was starting to overpower him. Joaquin crept closer and quickly closed the slight gap

between them. Brad tried to step back, but he was the one who tripped instead. Brad 

landed on his back and Joaquin sexily landed on top of him. Joaquin's new smaller 

frame and energy meant that Brad was going nowhere. 

"Brad, I love you, you big buffoon! When I was human I was too afraid to admit it. I

was definitely going to be jealous if you partied with other girls. You unwittingly 

toyed with my emotions. You invite me to the Club as a friend, but I wanted to be 

your date! I was too shy and had no courage to ask you to dance. Before we went to the

club, I downed four hormone pills in the hopes to be brave to ask you out. But when I

breathed in those Vampires gas bombs. I knew something in me had changed. I truly 

became free! 

To say I was speechless was an understatement. I just escaped a vampiric terrorist 

attack. Here, my best friend was now a woman. I was too dense to truly feel how 

Joaquin felt about me. I wanted a girl to fuck and forget about my ex. I saw this 

sexy creature be born right in front of my eyes. I'd be a fool not to accept what fate 

has thrown at me. I cant help but give in. 

"Let's go home Joaquin. We need to get out of here before the Inquisition comes. I'll

do whatever you want. I'm yours." 

Elf Blanket

Brrrr. It's freezing in this dank old cottage. Uncle's cabin is a crazy mess. It's blustery and the windows rattle. Looks like sleet and hail. It's getting so dark even though its daytime. I can barely walk around the messy place. But it looks like I'm stuck here for a few days.

I hope Mom and Dad are alright. They took off with Uncle in some sort of emergency. We were on our way to one of his villas. But a messenger owl appeared and redirected all of us to one of Uncle's storehouses. This place I'm at right now. The owl told my Dad to head here, it's a safe place that only magicians like us can sense.

The cottage was blurry but I could see something in the distance as we got closer. Mom said that my magic sense is still developing. And I'm lucky that I could see anything at all. The minute we made it there, all hell broke loose. Rain, thunder and wind battered the carriage we were in. As Mom and Dad did a magic symbol to open the gate. Uncle appeared in between lightning bolts. I could hear my parents arguing with him about me, but Uncle's words were strong. I then heard a rattling in my head. Psi-speak.

"Nephew. We must fight a menacing Storm Dragon. We will be gone for some time. Stay here inside my safehouse. I give you access to all the things there. But be wary, many things are dangerous for a young beginner like you." Uncle struck me with a strange magic and in another lightning flash. The three of them teleported and disappeared. 

My lanky teenage legs did their best to run towards the door. But by the time I turned the knob, I was drenched! My clothes weighed a ton with all the water it absorbed. My feet sloshed on the floor, but I did my best not to tread water in Uncle's cabin. But what was strange as I explored the place, candles would turn on, flicker and extinguish as I went by. This place despite my fears, has piqued my curiosity. 

I felt a chill in my bones. I coughed and sneezed a bit as I wandered. I need to get out of these clothes. This place seems bigger than what it looks from the outside. My jaw chattered. I'm cold. I think Uncle said that I have free reign here. I'm not that good at magic, but I have to try something. So I thought to myself; 'I need a blanket to stay warm. I need a fireplace to dry my clothes.' 

I looked around, staring in one direction, I felt a tingle go down my back. I walked toward a closet, as if something was guiding me. I opened it. There I saw an old, green blanket, bound by ropes. It felt warm and I could feel staticky tingles as my pruny hands caressed the cloth. It was so warm and inviting, I didn't hesitate to untie the ropes and unfold it all. But, I didn't want the blanket to get damp with all the wet clothes on me. So I decided to get naked. I undressed myself. My slender, boyish body shivered as I discarded my wet clothes onto a pile. That green blanket looked so warm and inviting, I didn't feel embarrassed. Why should I? There's no one here but me. 

I felt an odd, tingly warmth as I draped the blanket over me. I was instantly warm and dry beneath it. Definitely magic. Is this what an adventurer would use when sleeping out in the forest? As I rustled myself inside the blanket. I could swear I felt taller and lighter. Did my old wet clothes really weigh me down that much? As I turned my head to look around. The cloth rubbing on my scalp, my hair seemed to get longer. My shoulders soon tickled. Not just from my new hair cascading, but the blanket seemed to be stuck on my skin. 

The green blanket seemed to have a mind of its own now. It churned, massaged, and squeezed me all over. My back, hips and butt hurt. The warmth seemed to hit every muscle in my body, down to my bones. I felt a bit too warm now. I tried to separate the living blanket off me. I squirmed and heaved. But all I could accomplish was separating the blanket around my chest. But the minute that happened, as I looked down in the dimly lit hallway, I felt top heavy. Two modest breasts jutted out of me! The blanket pushed on my back somehow changing my posture. The blanket is forcing my back to push out my chest. It's making my boobies seem even bigger. 

My arms and hands seemed less bound now for some reason. And despite a boys instinct to touch girl boobs, my hands made their way under the blanket and across smooth hips and towards my crotch. I gasped in surprise. My dick was gone! I felt a prickly, fuzzy mound between my legs. I had girl parts now. I wanted to scream with all my might. A loud girlish wail that would be hidden by the storm outside. But my senses prevailed. My mom in the past had said that curses gain more power if you're in a crazed emotional state. Dad had given me some meditation practice before. I calmly breathed in and out to gain my composure.

"This warm blanket must be cursed. It turned me into a girl...No not just that. I think I'm an elf now." I said to myself. I knew I had to be one, cause I feel two pointy ears being weighed down by the blanket over my head. I must remain calm. With the green blanket still caressing my body, I cant let the blanket control me. I take a deep breath. My family is going through something much worse than me turning into a girl. They're fighting a Dragon while I get to fight against some dirty old blanket. All I can do now is wish for them to survive and come back in one piece. 

I then remember the second part of my desire. To find a fireplace. I'm still stuck here in this place. My clothes from when I was a boy are still wet. They need to be dry before they get smelly and moldy. I look around in other directions, and I feel that familiar tingle again. I bundle and grab my clothes. Hopefully it's a regular fireplace this time and not a cursed one. I walk with a new feminine gait in the direction of the tingles. Thunderclaps and rumbles are heard all over. My elf senses are aware and acute. Miles away, there's a fierce battle of magicians against a dragon. And right in front of me is my own battle to turn back into a man. 

Yakuza Changed

 A Yakuza Guard mulls over how his life changed while trying to protect his Boss. 

Dragon Sitter

 A young adventurer finds a quest spiraling out of control

Laharl-chan

 Hello again. 

Here I made another caption. This time its based on a videogame. Disgaea. It's one of my favorite gaming series. It's a tactical rpg videogame. Its been going on for years and Laharl, one of the main characters gets genderbent in one scenario.  Obviously its free reign to make pics when a popular character gets a girl version. Well, I hope you've played the game a bit. There are some nods to other protagonists in the caption. But I dont think it will affect the story much if you dont know about them. 

anyways enjoy. I'll be seeing you next time.  

Succu-jewel

As a kid I was always good at hiding. I was like a ninja. I've snuck into my Aunt's basment, to see her magic rituals lots of times. I dont know when she came across the magic jewels. But I loved it when she wore it and instantly turned younger. Her clothes would dissolve and big droopy breasts would burst forth. She would dance and play with herself for hours. But there was times when she would turn into something different. Auntie would sprout wings! Purple wings like a giant bat. I would stare at amazement. Not only did

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.'

Catgirl Hangover

 She wakes up from bed and tries to figure out what happened the night before. 

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. 

Tentacled

 Hello friends. Here's a new one for y'all. It's of a man out at sea who gets transformed into something not human. It's quite similar to another short story I wrote years ago. I guess it's up to you and your imagination if it's the same monster or one of the same species. 

Lab Lady

 

Spent the afternoon looking at some pics and trying to brainstorm some ideas. While I was going through my files, I found this old caption I made in 2020. I felt a bit helpful and made it for an anon's request on a caption thread over on /aco/ on 4 Chan. I think he wanted some sort of mad scientist/supervillian stuff. So this is what I came up with. I have no clue if the person ever read it. Since those types of threads are quickly deleted. But another guy replied that it sucked. Typical. Anyways. Have a look and tell me if the anon was right. 

Juarez the Demoness

 

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. 

Wii Fit Trainer Hell

Yet another request done! The anon wanted a caption based on Wii Trainer. They supplied the picture and this is what my brain came up with. Lets hope they like it.

Feminine Rivalry

Cant say no to a Ranma 1/2 request. I saw it back a few days ago on a /d/ caption thread. I had the idea kicking around in my head and I had some time after work. Just finished this and uploaded it over in the usual place. I hope they like it and I hope you do do.