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. 

Gremlin

 I awoke to a nasty spark hitting my face. Everything was coming back to me. I'm a radio operator in a B-25 bomber somewhere over the Aegean sea. We were heading back to base after a mission. The plane was a lot lighter after dropping some bombs. The co-pilot spotted enemy aircraft using the sun to hide themselves. We were attacked by two Messerschmitt fighters. Their machine guns found us an easy target. We took heavy damage. I guess I was knocked out, but now I'm conscious.

The plane is sputtering. I can feel the vibrations as one of the engines is starting to shut down. I look towards the pilot seats. One of them is dead and the other is wheezing badly; not much time for him either. There's the whistling of air flowing through bullet holes and stains of blood around the cockpit. I cant hear anyone from the rear. Am I the only one left? 

As the adrenaline in my body is calming down. I come to the realization that I'm not alright either. I got bullet holes in me too. My arm is shredded. My crotch is bleeding badly from some sort of shrapnel. My face is hot from the electric arc of my now broken radio. There's no one out there to help me. The plane is miraculously flying, but not for long. The enemy pilots must think gravity will take care of it. I painfully cough up some blood. My whole body is in shock. I resign myself to die. 

"Quite a predicament you're in, aren't cha, human?" 

A little voice out of nowhere came through. I painfully craned my head around and saw a little green man with big ears and a mischievous grin. It was pulling some wires and fiddling with a burnt knob. It was my hallucination from the other day. I've heard crazy, unbelievable stories of Gremlins before, and now as I'm dying. I seen one. 

"It's too bad this human flying machine is broken now. I would have loved to study it more. No matter the dimension, You humans sure do love killing each other. But I got to thank you, young man. You saw me the other day and didn't chase after me or shoot me, like others do. I may be a monster, but I'm a scholar too. I love tinkering with gadgets and sometimes in my excitement, stuff breaks." 

I vaguely remember the little green fella. I thought it was in my imagination. Back on base, I had won against a Frenchman soldier in poker, a couple of bottles of Absinthe. Being put on guard duty at night. I would drink happily of the green liquid. The higher ups knew I had some, but they didn't care. Everyone was on edge cause of the War. And as long as I performed my mechanic tasks, did my rounds of patrolling and kept the radios working. I could get away with a lot. 

Over the next few nights, as I chipped away at the bottle. I had seen the Gremlin diving into different tool bags. Looking at wrenches, screwdrivers awls and sockets. Figuring out how ratchets work. It was a curious, excited, little thing. I saw it take apart a carburetor and freak out when it couldn't put it back. Even fully drunk, I could put it back together with ease. I finished what the little imp started and cleaned up after it. It's not like anyone would believe me if I told them that a little green man was loose and playing tricks on the base. They'd discharge me for Battle fatigue or send me to the crazy house.

All that thinking and remembering soon caused me more pain. My head felt heavier and I winced and shivered as I lost more bodily functions. 

"You poor human. Let me take that thing off your head." The little gremlin, no bigger than my hand, climbed up my body with its little claws. It hurt me more and I yelped in pain as it used an open wound to get a footing to unlatch my leather helmet from my chin. "Sorry about that, Gov. It's too bad I met a human like you too late. You have a tinkerer's soul like me. And I would've liked to see how you take gadgets apart......"

BOOOOM! The dying, broken, propeller on the wing finally gave out and a terrible explosion rocked the plane. A dead pilot fell forward on the controls. It helped the Bomber twist to its side even more as now it was finally taking its final descent to the bottom of the sea. 

I lurched back on my seat. I was too weak and injured to even try to make it to the escape hatch let alone putting on a parachute. My hallucination jumped off me and soon hung off a dangling wire. He was hanging in a weird angle as I knew the plane was crashing. I couldn't help but painfully sob and cry as broken ribs hurt as I let my flood of emotions out. 

"Goodbye little gremlin. Thank you for keeping me company as I perish. Leave me. I hope you escape somehow. Don't forget about me....." 

"Aww shucks human, don't look at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes!" The gremlin replied. "I cant do this often, as we gremlins also have rules and hierarchy to follow. I guess I can take you away with me, young man. But you must face the consequences. And I must take you to the Goblin King too. we'll need his blessing. I like to tinker with machines. But rarely I am allowed to tinker with human flesh. If you accept these rules, then say..... YES!"

As I mustered all my fear, pain and courage to survive, The plane hit the water at great speed. But upon my dry, dying, quivering lips a meek "yes" did come out. I was a dead man anyways. So why not indulge my hallucination.....

The plane shuddered and metal gave way as the crashing plane skidded off the waters surface. The Sea burst its way into the plane. My fading eyesight and graying tunnel vision soon saw the Gremlin do a funny dance as it's hands started to glow. 

Everything went gray and black around me. I could hear the waters swirling around us, yet we weren't getting wet. The plane was assuredly sinking. Time seemed to slow down. The hissing of the waters could be heard. Plane debris was floating everywhere. A strange magical air pocket was surrounding us. 

The Gremlin soon landed back on me. But he wasn't the size of my hand anymore. He was much bigger. It seemed heavier and at least three feet tall. The Gremlin poked and prodded me. It unbuttoned my jumpsuit where it could, or it ripped and teared cloth when a zipper or button wouldn't budge. Its green hands turned bloody as it fiddled with my wounds and slapped my face just to see my reactions. It was sizing me up. 

I was so weak from my death that I couldn't resist or push away the Gremlin as it started getting more violent and having its way with me. This sort of pain felt different than dying. It's fingers felt like knives, its grip devastating. The Gremlins face smiled with glee as it felt inspired by what he could do as it methodically tinkered with my flesh.

Its hands ripped off what little bit of my manhood I had. I could only stare in silent horror as he flung what was left of my dick towards the edge of the magical bubble we were in. The water soon took it away never to be seen again. As the gremlins hands prodded the vacant area between my legs, it pushed my swollen, injured balls into me. 

My body jerked and convulsed more as the Gremlin pulled out the excess intestines leaking out of me. Its claws snipped and reduced dead tissues in my abdomen. I felt incomplete as I glanced at the piles of bloody flesh that used to be me. I felt even more broken as it sliced and whittled excess bones. Or how it broke my humerus and femur into smaller pieces just to reattach them. It would choose and flick away all the little bones in my hands that he didn't want. My arms and legs felt stumpy. 

I was now almost the Gremlins current size. My torso was still big. But with its unnatural strength, it picked me up and threw me on my stomach onto the planes floor. With my back totally exposed, the gremlin dug its claws into my spine and started removing ribs and vertebrae shrinking me even further. It threw away my collapsed lung and split my remaining lung in two. Permanently giving me weak, shallow breaths.

By now, my body became used to the strange pain. Like if the pulling of old flesh made what little was left in me keenly aware. My old body was gone. But my head felt huge and disproportionate. Like a flower too heavy for its stem. I tried to muster the energy to speak, but the Gremlin on top of me shut me up. Its bloody hands covered my mouth.

"Don't speak Gov. I'm almost done with you. If you talk, you'll dispel the magic and we'll both drown. I've been tinkering with you for hours and we're already at the bottom of the sea. Bear with me, my creation. Soon we will be in my world and you'll never have to deal with your nasty human war ever again."

The Gremlins claws dug into my throat, I let out a stifled gag as he choked me. It's squeezing of my windpipe and trachea ensured that my voice would never be the same. 

In a strange defiance of how the Gremlin had been treating me, It gently cradled my still oversized head as it flipped me over onto my back. He was again on top of me. Despite our now smaller sizes, The Gremlin felt big, imposing, and powerful as he still had complete control over me. 

"Gov, this will be the hardest part to tinker with. I hope to leave your psyche intact as much as possible. I would like that. I don't want a brainless doll. I could use a companion, an assistant. Once this is done, a brand new world will await us....."

*!CRACK!* I felt a tremendous fist hit me, breaking my nose instantly. A second hit dislocated my jaw. An otherworldly grip was putting pressure and cracking my skull. Chunks of bone flew off like flint chips escaping. My face must have caved in. The Gremlin grabbed both my ears and pulled them apart with tremendous might. My eyesight got a red hue as blood fogged up my vision. My eyes struggled to stay open, but the worst feeling was that of my brain being picked away by dangerous, slender clawed, digits. 

I desperately wanted to scream. When will this crazy dream end?  But once again like when I was dying earlier, everything went to black. 

~~~~

"Right this way Gov, we have an audience with our king" The Gremlin said. 

I was startled by his voice. The violent Gremlin that beat the hell out of me was holding my hand and guiding me in some sort of dank, dark palace. How long was I out? Where am I? What am I? I look down at myself......

My skin is blue? I have long blond hair and two gigantic ears poking out. I don't feel anything between my legs and I feel a definite jiggle on my chest under this strange armour I'm wearing. Do I have boobies? I'm trying to remember details about my past life and my memories are jumbled to say it nicely. I was human once. But now..... I think I'm a gremlin too? 

"I'm sorry to spring this on you Gov. I know you have a million questions. But there's things that must be done to ensure yours and mine's safety in this kingdom. I'm doing my best to protect you. Just follow my lead and don't do anything stupid in front of the Goblin King."

We soon make our way to a huge gate. Its being guarded by two Nasty looking orcs holding medieval battle axes. If I was human I would be terrified, but how I am now, I'm not. I'm strangely mellow. I set aside a pending identity crisis. As this new me has bigger issues to take care of. The Gremlin is still holding my dainty little hand as we make our way to a strange looking throne. I cant stop blushing.

Surrounded by more elite, monstrous guards, some nasty looking wolves and ghostly wights. An ominous black shadow solidifies into something vaguely human....

"HAIL THE GOBLIN KING!" The creatures shout in chorus. Their boisterous cheer hurt my ears. What have I gotten myself into? I think to myself. "KNEEL BEFORE THE GOBLIN KING!" The vassals commanded once again.

Gremlin pulls me down to the ground. It's a position of subservience. It hurt my shoulder as he pulled me closer to the floor. It's a pain I remembered a bit. Of what was done to me. 

"Isn't this a strange specimen!" The Goblin King spoke. I could feel threatening magic in his voice. The King gets closer to me, inspecting me. He seems to read me like a book.

I feel him undressing me with his eyes. It's creepy but I cant do a thing. " I feel a strange aura around the lass." The king grumbled. "What can she contribute to our monster kingdom?"

"She is a fine gremlin, sire!" Gremlin boasted. "I've seen to it. She's blue because I saved her with my magic when she was dying. She has pledged an oath to me and she will be a fine apprentice. Also with your approval, your blessing my Goblin King........Gov will be my bride." 

"Whaaaaaaaaaat!?"

Demon King Recovered

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

Factly The Mermaid

 Swimming around the vast sea. I finally found the place where I first arrived. 

I feel a faint tingle of the old portal magic that dropped me here. It's been 

twenty years since I've been stuck in this world. Thoughts of revenge have crossed 

my mind many times over. But I'm just too used now to my comfy mermaid body. This 

world relaxes a person. Being exiled really isn't all that bad. The Elders must think 

I'm suffering in my own personal hell. But I've molded this world into a paradise of 

my fitting. And everyone is happy because of my achievements. 

~~~~

I remember when I used to be a human man. I wasn't very handsome. But I had 

my charms. Being born from a Homunculus father I was forced to study magic, and 

I got very good at it. But Magic soon lost its charm. I was more into science and 

technology. The Elders hated my career path and forbid me from learning the 'Heretic 

Arts.' They just wanted an easy replacement. Someone stiff and boring, just like them. 

But as the years went by and I studied the sciences, in secret. As I grew in rank, the 

Elders hated my ideas of openness and reform to accept non-magic interests among the 

populace.

Until one day I was betrayed by them. They were afraid of my power and influence.

And one fateful night, in a magical referendum, I was blasted by the whole council

and their paralysis spell. Surely they spent ages trying to find the right time to

take me out. I found it strange that the Elders had allowed me to take the stand and

discuss my findings on alternate worlds. Places where magic was fundimentally different,

or places where our abilites wouldn't work. But it was all a trap. I was at their mercy. 

I knew they couldn't kill me. Since we all shared an immortality spell. But the Elders 

and their Magicians had other means to try and dispose of me. 

Even though I was frozen stiff, I could still hear the Elders bickering and arguing. 

They eventually all decided to open a portal to the dozens of recently discovered

alternate worlds. Worlds that I had found using my own research, using science and 

magic together. I may not like magic, but I am a fool not to use it. Some of these 

fantastic places dont even have magic at all. They figured that if I get thrown in 

to one of these portals, I'd be stuck there for good. And they would quickly prohibit

my findings and make it taboo. 

I could sense their smugness. Their laughter and cheers as they went through my notes

and chose a tropical water world with less than 1% percent magic. In their eyes, it 

was my perfect prison. Two Elders pulled out their staffs and used their magic to 

expand the small portal originally meant for peeking and studying. Once it got big,

the smell of Ocean, and water started to gush in and flood the discussion chamber. 

Another group levitated my stiff body and moved it towards the irridescent portal. My 

body tingled as I broke the barrier between worlds....

The oceanic pressure crushed my lungs and my muscles compressed as I was suddenly 

deep under water. I could feel the residual magic from the paralysis spell begin to

fade away. It hurt like Hell. I felt like I was dying even though I wasn't. It was

useless to try and pull any magical energy out of the ether since this world didn't 

have any. I didn't want to sink to the bottom of the ocean and simply become a lump

of jiggly flesh. My mind was racing. What can I do? I dont know which way is up and 

if I even had the strength to swim, where would I go? 

But then, it came to me. My body is magic! I'm half homunculus. Even though I'm mostly

human, I was bred by the Elders to be a human magic battery. All my life, I just got 

good at magic and my original use faded away. Now, the only magic in this world is the 

one contained in my flesh. 

Since I knew this alternate world's mostly populated by mermaids, I had no choice but 

to transmogrify into one of them. I mentally pushed the fading magic in my body into

all the homonculus genome in my cells. Instead of collecting magic, they'll now have

a new function of transforming my body. I remembered my anatomy classes. The dissecting

of fish and a few primite mermaids my old world was known for. I willed my flesh to

become that. Anything to help me from drowning. 

My heart and lungs soon acclimated to the deep oceanic pressure. My deep breaths took 

in water, but it no longer hurt. I was panting and breathing as I became more aware of

my surroundings. My eyes were used now to the darkness. It was pitch black, but I was

aware of my own body and the subtle changes the remaining magic in me was working on. 

I certainly felt smaller. The immense watery pressure compressed my muscles, or my body 

cannibalizing itself to my new shrinking form. Probably both. Phosporus and Calcium and

other elements are being leached from all my bones and are being sent somewhere else 

in my body. The muscles in my buttocks are streched and my hips are widened as flesh 

finds new places to anchor itself. My thighs and legs slightly bleed in the water, as 

each micro-cut begins to erupt in shiny protective scales. Whats left of my legs slap

and flop in a unison direction as they fuse into a massive fishy trunk. Thin, gossamer

fins, curl and fan out. They soon gather rigidity as fresh new blood flows in them. 

The mermaids in my old world were ugly nasty things. More like goblins with fins. I

definitely didn't want to become that. There were old stories of Beautiful Sirens of

ancient times, but they went extinct and people regarded them as myth. But my past

observations of this world showed the mermaids of this realm as agile, curious beings. 

I dont think I'm going to be intimidating in a smaller male form. So I had no choice

but to become female. 

I knew time was running out, as I found it more difficult to change my upper body. My

lower half was now completely fish-like. My mind didn't feel exhausted, but surely

the rest of my unnatural body was. I imagined how I would look like as a female. In

the other world, I was celibate. But there was plenty of reference books on the 

womanly form. Softer features, curves and slenderness. A slight pudginess not found

in males. Breasts, hips and hair. What would be pleasing to the male eye. But there's

none in the deep, dark ocean. Only me and my runaway imagination. 

No longer in fear of my demise, and my lateral line not sensing anything around me 

in the ocean's waters. My bodily reserves of magic are almost out.  I have to let

my new body and unkown organs adapt. I meditate and float in place and sleep. Maybe 

my dreams will give a female form....

I awoke in a new place. I didn't know how long I slept for. But the ocean currents

must have dragged my unconsious mermaid body to a new place. Long locks of brown 

hair floated all around me. I used my dainty fingers to gather, slick and smooth

my hair to the back of my head. This place was not a dark abyss, but light did 

filter down to make things more visible. What was definitely visible now was two

healthy looking breasts on my chest. They were sleek, yet protruding. I used my 

hands to grab one of them and despite my comical attempts to pull them off, they

were permanently a part of my body. I touched my face as well. I had a tiny nose

and soft cheeks and pouty lips. But with no mirrors in this world, I couldn't tell

if I was pretty or not... 

I swam around for days, and didn't spot a single soul. The weather was warm and

hardly ever cold. It was a perfect, tropical paradise. I memorized all the areas

I've been to and generally created a map inside my head. I found rising terrain

and eventually came across a few islands. I would lay on the beaches at night and

stare at the sky. Soon I figured out with the stars movement just how big this 

world was. It was quite large, And I'm on a moon on a larger Gas Giant.  No wonder

why I cant find anyone. 

Despite a lonley life between me and the sea. As the months passed. I amassed lots 

of information. There was signs of past mermaid life. Old underwater structures 

and clues to help a genius like me piece together that mermaids here have likely

migrated somewhere else. This world has five seasons. One more than my old world.

Most likely because of being in the shadow of the main planet. There are fast, yet

gentle oceanic currents that can move a mermaid like me across vast distances. 

But I've been stuck in the Southern Hemisphere for a few years now. I've mentally

charted the currents and I know there must be a way to get to the north. I have a

feeling that's where my new sisters and brothers are. In the years I've been here, I

discovered primitive, yet useful science and technology. On the beaches, I found

a plant that can twist to make threads. A coconut that seems to have explosive nitro 

in it. And I've crushed shells to make a red dye. I was quite proud when I wove my first 

bra. I know no-one is around to complain, but I want to be modest, if I ever meet someone. 

And I dont want floppy boobs to be the first thing people remember me by. I also just 

about domesticated some soft, comfy Coral to sleep on. They grow fast and dont seem to 

be bothered by me touching them.

There were some near misses and clues. But one night, it happened. There was a weird,

celestial alignment! I almost missed it. There's another smaller, hidden moon pulling 

on this world. The ocean currents changed slightly, and with past observations, I can 

sense that theres a gap between two large islands on the equator! The Ocean currents 

there are off but there should be a way to get to the northern hemisphere! It should

last at least ten days before it closes.

Without fear or hesitation, I swam my way over there, let the current guide me. My 

years of lonliness and excitement will end here. I'll discover new things and find

my first mer-person. But the swim over was more treacherous than I thought. I traversed

my way steadily avoiding huge undersea boulders and seamounts. I was bounced around by 

rough waters, but eventually I made it through. But I was so tired after that arduous 

swim, Waves were crashing on me as I lay exhausted on some rocky outcroppings...

I was shaken awake. "Hey, You okay girl?" A voice rumbled in my head. "Did you come 

from the Sea Wall?" Still in a daze, I nodded my head. It was a mer-boy! Still trying

to grab my bearings, I quietly floated on the ocean surface. Staring at the young man.

I needed to contain my growing excitement. I wasn't alone anymore!

"Thats madness!" The voice replied. I realized that the kid was talking telepathically.

His voice was rattling inside my noggin. "What's your name?" He asked. 

I got a bit flustered. I haven't heard such an existential question in years. I never

questioned myself once I was dropped into this world. What am I? 

"Factly" Was the only word that escaped my lips and tongue. It just dropped into my 

dazed, exhausted noggin. I love facts and science and technology. Is factly even a real 

word? I've been a mermaid for years now, but I'm reminded of my past life as a human. 

"Please call me Factly, I come from the south."

"No Way! So do southern mermaids use their voices or something?" The boy's words 

rumble excitedly in my head. He swims in circles around me checking me out and 

staring and glancing at my cleavage. "Here in the North, we use Echolocation!"

"Maybe, I dont know kid. I think I'm special." I reply. "Excuse me if im too forward,"

I shyly ask. "But can I hug you? I havent met another soul in years."

"Sure, why not!" The Kid replied in my head. My fin slaps and in a burst of speed,

I grab the boy and give him the deepest biggest hug I could muster. My arms are 

wrapped around his back and his face digs deep into my cleavage. Our fishy tails

flap to keep ourselves floating in the calm ocean water! His upper half is warm

while his lower scaly half is cool to the touch. 

"Please let go of me Factly!" The mer-boy yelps as his thoughts enter me. I awkwardly

let him go. Staring at another person for the first time sent shivers down my spine. 

"I'm sorry, but I dont want to call you kid. What's your name?" 

"Puente's My name, Exploring's my game!" The kid named Puente replied. "So since 

you're new here, I think you might want to meet our Queen, Joya..."

~~~~

"So, my dear. You came from the Southern Sea Wall? You traversed the far oceans of 

the south. Charted the stars and discovered ancient ruins?" The large, fat mermaid

queen stated."And you use your vocal chords to speak! You're quite the intrepid 

adventuress!" Queen Joya excitedly emoted. "I have no reason to believe you're a

fraud. Despite your anotomy being strange, I can tell when someone is a liar or a

charlatan. Yet you hold a mighty secret.."

Since I plan to live on this world for the rest of my life and have a need to make

friends, over a few hours, and late into the evening. I told Joya everything. She 

clung to my every word and was surprised over my tales and adventures. 

"Factly, your life is the stuff of legends. We mer-people are a nomadic denizens. 

We are mostly ignorant and complacent. But we are a good people. Our last 

star-charters died a long time ago. And we lost the ability to travel across the

Equatorial barrier. Your smarts and wisdom are welcome here. Many of us love a 

good adventure. If you're willing to become a leader, with my blessing you can

take as many of my mer-citizens as you need. We need to spice things up in our

boring part of the sea..." Queen Joya's speech was inspiring.

A new, wonderful idea popped into my head. Despite this world being quite primitive

compared to my old, magic filled world. There's still innovation and technology to

be had. Magic could certainly solve our problems. But science can do one better. 

There's resources here on this world that can better the lives of everyone. Myself

included. I gotta take little steps before I can go running. 

"Queen Joya, I've got a plan! I'm going to be gone for a few years, but I promise

you I can permanently open up the Equitorial barrier. The water between the Islands 

where the north and south currents mix are quite rocky and churn up the sea. We need

to smooth them out! I can make strong cloth nets out of fibers that come from an 

island plants to hold coconuts that hold a dangerous, explosive liquid. If I can get 

them to explode underwater, it should break up the rocks and lessen the rough waters 

strength. I also got some soft corals that we can plant along the rocky path to make

it eventually easier to get through. When I finish this, Mer-people will freely 

travel the rest of the world. And we will live a life of adventures untold!"

"Count me in! I go where you go, Factly!" Puente's eager excitement filled the

underwater chamber.

"Well, there's your first volunteer!" Queen Joya replied. "I expect great things

from you, young mer-person." Puente gleamed in excitement. "And knowing your 

determination, Lady Factly..... I know you can get this done."

I ate a Succubus cracker

 Hello friends and readers. Here's one more for you. I guess it can be a sorta sequel to 'succubus crackers' a caption I made a few years ago. Its got the same premise of a magical cookie/cracker that can change  someone into a monster-girl. I've had a few people ask about that caption. It seems some want a follow-up or more content based on that premise. So I guess I came up with this story. Plus, it is quite hard to find similar pictures to create sequels for some of my caps. Anyways, thanks for sticking with me. 

Poolside Transformation

Everything was going to plan. The city pool was empty. There was no security anywhere. No guards no alarms. Just the chirping of crickets in the cool late summer night. A little blond kid, had the pool all to himself. He was a agile and cautious as a cat in the lonely public facility. The little blue pill in his pocket seemed to call to him. Derek could smell the chlorine in the water and the gentle lapping the pool water made. He'll be swimming in it soon enough.

His anxiety was getting the best of him. He quickly swallowed the magic pill and didn't even undress. Fuck consequences! He excitedly thought. His black speedo, swimcap and goggles are going to get destroyed. But Derek had a backup plan. Hours ago, when he was there during the day with friends, he left a bag hidden behind a work panel with extra clothes. He wasn't going to go back home naked. But he'll worry about that later.

Derek felt his body tingle. Sharp pains attacked his stomach. The blue pill was working. His body was digesting the magic. Like he's seen it done before. That's why he knew the little pill would work. Derek quickly chucked his shoes and socks as he made his way to the edge of the cold dark pool.

"I want to be a merman!" He cried out in the darkness. Nobody heard him. "I want to breathe underwater and have my legs turn into a big, smooth, scaly, fish half! Oh and a cool looking tail!" Derek knew he had to just think it and the magic pill would do it. But it felt so good saying his transformation aloud. He almost felt like saying his favorite video game quote: 'henshin a go go baby!'

Then something else creeped into his head. Why just a merman? He had a transformation pill! He can be more than that. Something awesome, something sexy? With new scandalous thoughts, he dove right into the deep Olympic size pool. Thoughts of his cute Asian classmate and other girls he fantasizes about flashed before his eyes as he hit the cold water's surface.

As Derek tried to make his bearings in the pool. The mad tingling had spread out all over to every inch of his scrawny, lanky body. It almost felt like if the water was churning and boiling around him! Once in the water he felt a bit bigger. He was growing! He could feel his spine popping and stretching out. Muscles filling out to his delight. His shoulders and neck widening just a bit. His organs gurgling and belly pushing out a bit. His butt seemed a bit plumper too. Wet, bangs of hair floated near his eyes too. He brushed them aside with his slender fingers.

There's no point in staying in one place, Derek thought. I'm in the water, may as well swim. As his legs kicked and flailed, the young teen realized that he was pretty fast in the water. His bigger hips seemed to thrust his body far in the water. Soon enough though, his legs were moving in unison. Not one leg up and the other down. But synchronized. His legs were fusing together. Derek's feet and toes were changing too. It's almost like if he could hear ankles and toes and feet cracking, flattening and fusing. Derek had more control and could wiggle his lengthening toes in the water. They were practically flippers now. He reveled in the feelings of his body changing and becoming something else.

Derek was swimming laps over and over in the pool. He took in deep breaths of water just like if it was air. But with each twist and turn and flap of tail, he noticed a bit of drag under the water. Slowing him down just slightly. Derek stopped in place. He checked his watery surroundings. Some moonlight filtered through the water from above. Derek took a peek down on his body. There before him was two pointy nipples and growing mounds of his soft, new boobflesh. Perkily jutting from his feminine frame, Derek giggled. He innocently squeezed his new breasts together and enjoyed his new cleavage. His tail swayed happily too. Creating a cloud of bubbles.

As Derek kept swimming to his hearts content, he forgot how long he's been underwater. A bit of fear washed over him. The last bit of his humanity nagged at him. He needed oxygen not H2O. He panicked. The chlorine water seemed to sting at his eyes and burn his lungs a bit. He was aware of other strange things around him. He could still hear the crickets far away. The hum of the pool filter and the barking of a dog a few blocks away. Even his body felt smooth and deliciously alien, no trace of his former boyish self. Why did he get scared all of a sudden? He was safe. Nobody is around. Just a mermaid enjoying a nightly swim. So he decided to swim to the surface to ease his mind and scope out his new self. He would lay and revel in his new body under the moonlight. Maybe play with his boobs a bit more?

As he made it to the edge and pushed himself out the water and onto the poolside. Derek forgot that his chest was bigger. Someone's weight is quite different once you're out of the water. Derek miscalculated as he grabbed the ledge, to push himself up and out. His two new breasts scraped the edge of the rough tiled floor as he fell flat on his face. Derek yelped as a painful electric rush ran through his nipples and through his breasts. His tailfin slapped the hard concrete floor. He wanted to stand, but his lack of hips, legs and feet didn't let him. He used his arms to prop himself up as his fishy lower half began to flop into a seated position. Despite the fading pain, Derek stared in awe at the two wet things on his chest. The pool water dripping down his cleavage and down his taut stomach. He had always seen boobs on the internet and at older girls at school, but never on him. His breasts looked more awesome above ground than underwater. Derek was completely mesmerized. So focused on his new chest and his feminine traits than his blue scaled lower fish half. So focused that he didn't notice the angry witch girl approaching from the darkness.

"I was wondering when you were going to come out the pool, you perverted little shrimp!?" The girl sneered. Her dark robe and witch hat was imposing and menacing. "How dare you steal one of my pills!" She snapped. "Do you realize how much you jeopardized the mission!" She was livid! "Now one of my comrades cant go and may have to be replaced because of you!" With a wave of her fiery pink hand, Her witchy clothes faded away revealing a daring purple swimsuit. Then, pieces of Derek's clothes came out of the water, torn to pieces because of his transformation. They landed gently next to him. "And don't be a slob, pick up your mess when you transform!"

A cold fear swept through Derek. His hands instinctively went up to his breasts. That voice, it was more frightening than anything he's felt before. It was his older sister, Marie. A million excuses ran
through his head. What could he do and say? The truth works. "Big sis, for days I saw you making a bunch of magic pills, I didn't think you were going to miss one. So I took it! I had a good plan, and I saw you leave. So, how did you find me?" Derek replied meekly. He squeezed his chest tightly. He was trying to avoid eye contact with her angry sister, Marie. But he couldn't avoid staring at the pink magic flames erupting from her fist. He had never seen her do that trick before.

"Why are you covering your chest, freak? It's not like I've seen some boobs before." Marie teased. "Don't you realize idiot, that a witch like me can keep track of her spells? I was giving a briefing to my superior mage when I sensed one of my pills activating! Of course, I knew it had to be you! I saw how excited you got when we tested my first batch of pills. I let you try one and you wished for Vulcan ears like that Spock guy in those movies you enjoy so much. But dammit, the pill you stole was different! My first batch only last an hour or two. I could have given you one of those basic transformation pills, you dumb butt! All you had to do was ask! These new pills are a group magic. Everyone is transformed together. Now you're stuck like that until my comrades mission is over."

Marie's anger was dying down a bit. Derek could sense it. The pink flame was slowly burning itself out. Marie was always quick to anger, but she was quicker to forgive her only little brother. But Derek knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. Cautiously, and hoping to get some more info out of her sister, he asked, "So what's going to happen to me now, Marie? Are you going to tell mom and dad? Am I really stuck like this? Honestly, I didn't know you went on secret missions. That's so cool, when can I go on some?"

"Well," Marie took a breath, "I'm going to have to talk to Uncle Remus. In case you didn't know, Uncle Rem is the mage master for our region. He's my, I mean our superior. You've known for years that magic is real. But there's more out there. Bad things, dangerous individuals, and unpredictable magicks. I'll have to ask Uncle if we can include you in our next sortie. Our next battle against the beast-men is approaching. The transformation pills I created are a way for us witches and warlocks to match the beast-men's raw power. You have no battle experience, but now that you're half-fish, you'll make an excellent scout. Scouts don't have to fight. And you're still a few years away from your
fifteenth birthday when your abilities will finally manifest themselves. And to answer one more question, I think mom and dad will agree that its time for you to finally learn the family business first hand." Marie almost felt proud of that last line.

"I know I messed up big tonight, big sis," Derek apologized. "So, I'm sorry. I know magic is real but I always thought it was just for fun. I mean, I see you having fun all time. Creating potions, magic circles and stuff. I've even spied on mom and dad. At first I thought I was being sneaky but, I think, they know I'm tailing them. Well I guess the truth is, I'm just jealous. When will it be my turn to learn magic? But something clicked when I saw you make me try those awesome transforming pills. Somehow I knew I couldn't just do it once. I had to get my hands on more!" Derek spoke truthfully.

"I'm thinking maybe little bro...I mean sis. That you'll probably have an affinity for transformation magicks. Me making you transform first hand, awoke your potential magical insight." Marie said. "I mean look at you! that's a perfect mermaid transformation if I ever saw one. Some mages don't get the anatomy right the first time. But you even managed to change into a perfect Asian mermaid girl too! And you've got quite the imagination. I guess horny little brothers like you are quite observant."

"Umm.....thanks I guess?" Derek replied nervously. Not sure if that was an insult or a compliment. Derek's body yearned to get back into the water. His breasts lifted and moved slightly as he scratched his back. It seemed dry and itchy. Was he drying out? It's only been a few minutes since he got out of the water. But it seemed longer with his older sisters lecturing. The sloshing of the water was calling to him. As he looked towards the water, his sister was closing in.

Marie walked around his little brother turned mermaid. She stopped and stood between him and the pool. "Sorry Derek, No going back into the water for you. I've got to take you home. I still have to figure out a punishment for you. Excuse the pun little brother, but you're not off the hook yet!" Marie's posture changed as devious thoughts ran through her head. A scary smile ran through her face. One that Derek knew all too well... "Say....did you turn your face into that Mikawa girl from
your class? She's a cutie! You aged her up quite nice too!" Marie lustfully licked her lips. "I guess similar fetishes run through our family, don't they Derek? I have a thing for cute Asian girls like yourself. Well then, come along now little sister. I think I found your perfect, deserving, punishment!"

"Okay." Derek replied defeatedly as Marie's hand glowed a fiery pink once more. Her original dark clothes came back again. Derek knew he had to accept the consequences. He knew better than going against his sister a second time. Derek felt lighter suddenly. His sister was levitating him and the scraps of clothes near him. Floating felt a lot like being in water. After a few steps, a dark, shadowy, portal opened in front of them. Marie enters first, with Derek in tow.

Leaving the city pool, in the lonely night once again.

Brothers Transform

Two brothers Shane and Lester try out some transformation spells. It doesn't go too well. But they are learning, and that's what matters.

Ant Familiar

A magician who's locked up finds a way to keep himself entertained

I was a teenage were-mom

A teenager finds his body changing a few days after an accident. He's not quite a werewolf, but he's all mom!

Oni-Regression

An Oni-woman is captured and de-aged in the hopes she'll change her naughty ways.

Kappa Convict

I can feel the wet drizzle on my soft, slimy skin. I'm smelling things that I could never have done as a human. I can sense the fading scent of Guards and their dogs in the distance, but I'm so far enough away that they can never catch up. Plus, my own scent is no longer of the prisoner Clyde. But of the creature I've become. Am I some sort of frog girl now? No. Something quite different. A kappa. Yes. That's what I am now. This must have all started when I swallowed that shiny marble. I'm leaning on a tree in my new swampy home, trying to remember what just happened some hours ago.

***

I was an inmate in a state penitentiary. One of the chosen prisoners that was finally put to do roadside cleanup. I was on good behavior with a few others and we were bused to some lonely place in the middle of nowhere near some freeway. It was a long and hard day, but we picked up lots of trash and junk off the roads. Despite my small size because of bad health and  too much drug use, I felt like I did a lot of work. The guards were quite relaxed, but still kept a watchful eye on all of us. As the muggy, humid, afternoon was winding down. I found a shiny marble mixed in with the dirt and an old bottle of water nearby.

While a guard was looking away I picked up both things. I used the water to wash off the marble. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. It almost looked like a pearl. I tried to find a way to hide it. I'm sure an inmate or a guard would want to take it away from me. I had some pockets but surely they would find it there when we get back on the bus. So I did the only thing someone could do in that situation. Swallow it. I had done it before with nickelbags and balloons before I got caught and arrested. I was still serving a couple of years for armed robbery, possession with intent to sell drugs. I still had a long time before I could even get paroled. Going outside like this, made me feel a bit like a free man. So I take what I can get, on this boring life as a convict.

I was lucky, nobody saw me swallow and pass the marble. It looked solid enough that I could barf it out when we made it back to prison. As the pearl made its way down my esophagus. Weird shit started happening. I felt funny.It was a strange high. Not unlike when I did some peyote and shrooms all those years ago. My body was giddy. I couldn't help but laugh a bit and hiccup too. My eyesight was wonky.So I decided to sit on the grass and hear the cars drive by. I thought I may as well ride it out. The guards let us have a little break while they were getting the buses ready.

I don't know how many minutes I was dazed out. But I was snapped back into it by the tug on my ankle chain. The guy locked up with me rustled me back to the land of the living. He warned me that the guards were coming and for me to knock it off. He also said that I looked a little sick. He said my body was starting to get a greenish tone all of a sudden. I looked down on myself and he was right. I saw blotches of green skin all over my arms. Almost like bruises. My face started to sting a bit too. Almost like if all my bones in my face were grinding.

I also felt a lot smaller too. I felt downright tiny. The prison issued orange jumpsuits looked huge on me as well. I felt like standing up. My legs quaked a bit. I figured they were asleep from sitting on the dirt. But I felt a jiggle. My ass never jiggled. I looked down and I touched my hips. Thinking my rubbing would make them wake up again. I felt curvy. I had bigger hips too. This felt wrong. I saw locks of green hair suddenly cascade down my face. I let out a gasp! How could hair grow so fast? I just had it cut a week or two ago. I heard an 'oh shit!' from the guy chained before me. I guess I'm not dreaming. He's seeing me change too.

My hands felt heavy and itchy. As I stared into my greenish tinted palms. The skin between my fingers was looking funky. They were looking more webby? I could see the skin stretching out between all my digits! I would wiggle my fingers and they would move less and less as the webbing connected together. 'What the fuck?' The other guy mumbled! Indeed, I thought in my head. I wanted to say something, but my mouth was silent. I want to say something. But whatever is happening to me, that pearl I ate isn't letting me say a word.

The changes that were happening in me soon made its way into my chest. and groin. I could feel growing tingle in my nipples. And a painful throb in my genitals. Two green orbs pushed out farther as what I was sure breast tissue was replacing my flat male chest. My new breasts jiggled under my orange jumpsuit. I had a definite rack now! I hunched over forward with a painful crunch because downstairs, I couldn't feel my dick anymore.  All I could feel was the empty space in my underwear, there was no bulge anywhere. Only something new and womanly. If you could call it that. There was no denying that I was a woman now. But I was something else too. Something not human.

I looked around. Surely someone else is seeing me transform. The guy next to me is the only one who saw me turn into this. But there are no guards near us. I look in the distance. There's a brawl in another chain gang quite a few yards away. Some really big nasty dudes. They must have gotten in a big argument. Sad, I guess their privileges are going to be revoked. The guards are all over there trying to break it up. It was strange, somehow, I could not only see it, but sense the riot in the distance. I felt a pain in my feet. I had a need to take my shoes off. When I looked down, my old feet were gone! That same webbing that was between my fingers were now there on toes! They looked like froggy flippers!

Now that I took off my shoes, I took a look at the hard metal cuff holding me down. My ankles looked tiny enough to escape the cuffs! A thought ran through my head. Do I want to escape? I think I do. Whatever I'm turning into surely is going to cause a riot back at the prison. I was in the psych ward for a few months. I was their guinea pig. It wasn't a pleasant experience. I didn't feel like a monster. But others would. They would not be afraid of dissecting an inmate turned frog-lady.

I glance over at my fellow prisoner. He's freaking out! I can tell by the look in his horrified eyes that he thinks that I'm going to eat him. Or turn him into someone like me, like some sort of zombie bite. Just looking at him makes me aware that I cant go back to prison. Not with them, not with anyone.

The list of strange changes in me just got bigger. Once my tiny, webbed toes touched the earth, I became aware of everything! The inmates and guards. I felt some bodies of water a few miles away, and some cool, inviting swamps too. There was a new itch on top of my scalp. Something was telling me that I needed water on top of my head. The desire was too great. By now the guy chained with me was screaming and hollering bloody murder. And that got the guards attention! I pulled and yanked the chain. Trying to pull out and wiggle my ankle through the small opening. My green skin was making a bit of slime and that seemed to help out. I looked up, The guards were coming closer and two of them had their dogs. I could smell the anger in the dogs. They were afraid of me. But their loyalty to their masters made them brave.

After what seemed an eternity, I finally came free of my ankle chain. I looked around me, the freaked out guy was running for cover, dragging his part of the chain. Trying to hide behind other shackled inmates. Screaming off the top of his lungs 'Monster!' All their eyes were on me! I could feel their anger, jealousy, lust, fear and rage. Surely I would have thought that way too had I still been human. Those bad thoughts made my head hurt. Suddenly, from far away, I could taste the smell of gunpowder. A shot was fired towards me. Was my new body able to run? How fast could these little womanly legs take me? There was one way to find out....

*BANG Zoom!* I could hear and feel the gunshots whiz by me and land on the soft grassy soil near me. I could feel my monstrous adrenaline flowing within me. I was running as fast as I could. There were no longer any gunshots. But other guards were getting closer to me. Their dogs were ahead of them, trying to bite my legs, and hold me down. I could sense the determination on my former guards breaths. I heard in the far distance, horns blazing and inmates being led back to the buses. It was total chaos among them. I also heard their radios going off. They're communicating with other authorities. I couldn't figure out what they were saying. But I figure they're setting up road blocks to surely capture me. The old human me.

But in the distance I could smell water. A river. As my eyes looked around, my feet hit sandy soil. I could finally see and  hear the gurgle of the river. The water was flowing fast. Farther downstream I could sense a dank, woody swamp I could hide there. There surely are lots of places to hide. More gunshots are heard as I somehow realize that I've gotten way ahead of both the dogs and the humans. I bend my knees and arch my back as I take a huge leap into the water. My sleek womanly frame takes like you guessed it, a fish to water! My webbed fingers and toes push my body quickly through the water of the raging rapids. I dive deeper into the bottom of the river. I could see rocks and fish and the billowy clouds of dirt kicked up by the gunshots entering the water. I have only one thing on my mind.

Swim away.

****

I don't know how far I swam. But I felt safer. The river slowed down a lot. It was now a calm stream leading into the swamp I sensed earlier. The authorities after me must be too far away to catch up to me. I take a deep breath. As deep as I could with my new tinier body. I look down on myself. My jumpsuit is muddy, heavy and wet. I look at the orange garment. I realize that it is the last remnant that reminds me that I was a human. Like I said in my head earlier. It smells like me. The old me. I felt sad. My former life is gone. Now replaced by whatever I am now. I don't think I cant go back to that anymore, being human. It was an exhilarating rush swimming the river like that. The new me. But then again, what good was my old life anyways? I was a criminal and a drug addict who got caught and was going to spend a long time as a prisoner. I'm free right now. I may not be human, but who cares. I'm free! I've always been a loner anyways.

I begin to unbutton my jumpsuit. It was a little hard with my webbed fingers but I did it. The rain was falling harder now. Droplets were felt all over me. I could see rainwater channeling down my green cleavage! It was strangely sexy. As the suit falls of my smallish shoulders and off my wide hips, I finally see the new me. I'm about four feet tall now! No wonder why I feel quite tiny! I try to look around for my old tattoos, But I don't see any, just my soft and slimy green skin. Gone are my old needle marks on my arms and legs. No evidence of my drug uses are on me anymore. I was curious and I stared down at my green pussy. It looks so alien but that's my genitals now. My whole body, especially my butt is curvy and dare I say..cute? I never would have thought that I would have turned out this way!

That whole scene with the marble/pearl seems like a long time ago. Even though it just happnend a few hours ago. I am a whole new man.... I mean woman?! I look around the rainy swamp. There are lots of trees and underground caves. I sense crocodiles, crayfish and turtles and other things. I have no choice but to rest here for now. But this place looks safe. Nobody would ever find me here, unless I want them to find me. I pick up the last piece of my old life. The orange jumpsuit. If I could still smell it, The dogs could too. I jump back into the rainy, swamp, orange cloth in tow. I swim towards one of the caves. Old tree trunks and heavy stones can hide this wet piece of cloth. I hide it there. I scoop up some muck and bury it some more. I don't think anyone will find this here.

It's difficult, but with this new body of mine, I have a lot to think about. I'll have to lay low and figure out my new habitat, my new home. I feel a new, deeper connection to nature. Should I give up my humanity and become a wild animal? Or find a way to use my past to benefit my future as a kappa? There surely must be more of those little pearl marbles, and someone, something who made them! Surely magic must be real. I am living proof of that.

My new life will surely be full of danger and adventure!

Tyler and Sharon

I've had a busy week, and I'm still in no way done taking care of real life stuffs. But I promised the anon on 4chan that I would caption his/her pic. So here it is. Not quite fantastical like this site is known for, but it doesn't really fit my other caption site, nevermore university. But here you go. A sexy mom-dom caption. Lets hope the person gets to see it before the thread dies over there. I say it still has a few days left. Well, enjoy!

Velma's Transformation

Poor anon. After months of asking to have this picture captioned, The 4channers and me finally decided to please the requester. One is still there, but this one here is mine. I dont do much futa, but /d/ is known for that kind of thing. So have a read and stuff!

Real Life Tamagotchi

A guy finds a little toy on the ground. He picks it up and she appears!

A vague 4chan request done for the horny anon!

Mama

I guess I did another cyclops girl caption! I had this picture saved up a while back. The idea was brewing in my head too. Once I did the last caption, this one came back into my head. And now here it is for all the internet to see. Enjoy.

Diva Alliele

My first Email request! Actually it was a 4chan request. But the anon sent me an e-mail to do something with the picture. Because the thread was culled. So this is what I came up with. I wonder if he/she will get to see it? Well, maybe the anon is a regular here? Anyways, its not just for him its for everyone to read. Tell me what you think of my most recent story?

Fairy Landing

There's a caption thread going over on 4chan and its held on these past few days. So I decided to give them this caption and like always, put it up here. Lets see how /d/ likes what I just made. I hope you all like it too.

Girl And Bird

Two teenagers find a magic book and transform their bodies. One of them finds it hard to change back.

Shrinking Slave

An elf is changing a human slave to fit her needs

Loppy The Bunny-girl

A scientists failed plant experiments yields different fruit.