Sunday, January 30, 2011

Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 1

A week ago a user on by the name of jwargod sent me a private message asking if I could write a story based on one of the scenarios and a few pictures he linked to me. I have never done requests before and this seemed like a chance to try it out. I don't have a title for it now either. edit: now it has a title. It was getting long for a single blog post so I thought I would post what I had now as Part 1 of it. I had to type this in my spare time so I hope it turned out well. I hope to continue working on it soon as long as college work or other caption ideas don't get in the way.


George Carnville was a tech-support repairman at the ElecPRO division of the electronics store, Techtronic Electronics. George was a good natured man with an average build and always polite with customers. Being an expert with electronics and having patience he became the best amongst the customer service required for repairs to computers and saving hard drive data as well as installing equipment. George had just finished cleaning a virus from a hard drive when Bert, one of his co-workers, told him a customer was asking for help from the most experienced employee.

George enjoyed his work and he couldn't wait to help yet another customer. When he arrived at the frontdesk however, he was surprised at the appearance the black woman waiting for him. The woman was scantily clad in clothing that revealed most of her body. Her hair was done in an afro and her pretty face looked like she was annoyed with one eyebrow raised. Her fingernails were long and painted a dark red. She wore a tight orange vest that hugged the outline of her big breasts and revealed her cleavage. Below her midriff she wore a a very short white miniskirt that huggered her wide hips well and almost revealed her panties. Past her plump legs she wore black boots with orange fuzz at the top.

George decided to not think about the woman's attire and see what she wanted.

"Hello, m'am, how can I help you?" asked George.
"How can you help me," the woman responded in a question as if she had been offended, "My computer that you guys fixed ain't workin' at all now!"
"Well, I'm sure if you bring it in we can take another look at it."
"Oh, nuh uh! I wanna refund!"
"Miss, I'm afraid can't do that."
"I don't want non' yo dumb excuses! I didn't spend all that mo-nay for nuthin'. It ain't like I'm makin' mo than it cost me."

George was starting to get a little annoyed. Looking over the woman again he thought about how she was dressed.

"I guess a woman like you would have trouble getting money." said George.
"Say wha?" said the woman.
"From the way you're dress, I'd say you were a prostitute."
"Oh hell naw! You did not jus' say what I think you said!"
"I'm sorry I just..."
"What!? You think jus' 'cause I dress this way you think I'm some kinda hooker!? I ain't never had someone say that to mah face!"
"Well... I didn't mean to offend..." George was interupted by the woman, who pointed her finger directly in front of his face.
"Become what you thought me to be, experience how I get treated, know what it is like." she sad calmly.

George stared blankly at the woman as she got closer to whisper in his ear.

"Once you learned ya lesson, come to Barnsdale Mall and find the store Veronica's Erotica. Oh and you can keep the mon-nay"

George continued to stare with a blank look in his eyes. He could hear the woman walk away. By the time he snapped out of his trance the woman was long gone. He shook off his encounter with the woman and went back to work.

George arrived home at his apartment after yet another day. It was a rather nice apartment that may have even been a little too big for just one person, but it was good enough for George. George got himself something to eat and watched television until it was time to go to sleep. As he lay down in bed thoughts of the black woman he had offended came back to him. He didn't mean to upset her. As he dozed off, he began to remember what she had whispered to him.

George's slumber was frequently interupted by stange images of a dream. A dream of the silhouette of a man having sex with a woman. It seemed so odd to George. He felt like he was there, like the dream was real. He felt the motions of the bodies in intercourse with each other. His thoughts were also confused by the images of his dream. George wondered why he was looking through the perspective of the woman....

The sun was shining through the nearby window, the rays of light hittings George's face. He open his eyes and saw some money placed on the bed with him. Wondering where it came from, George then noticed something strange. He was not in his apartment anymore. It was smaller, trashier, and looked like it might have an insect problem. George sat up and felt his body jiggle around in strange places. He looked down at himself and screamed in a high pitched nasally voice.

He was in the body of a black woman! George stared down at his giant breasts barely contained by the skimpy pink bra. Trying to find the bathroom of the strange new apartment, George's wider hips wiggled in a fast hypnotic sway. Finding the bathroom George stood in front of a full body mirror that was covered in smear marks. Without his breasts blocking the way, George was able to examine his body further. The mirror showed the shocked expression of an attractive black woman. Her face was covered in makeup, her ears had gold hoop earrings, and her hair was styled in an afro. George realized her face was his face!

A pink thong was all that covered his lower body besides the black fishnet stockings. His fingernails was painted pink as were his toenails. His waist had shrunk incredibly. It gave his body an exaggerated hourglass figure. His figure was greatly out of proportion. He turned around and looked at the reflection of his backside. His butt was round and bulbulous. His new ass was sticking out so much he wondered if there were any pants he would be able to squeeze on.

Turning back to look at his front, he examined his huge breasts again. Something told him they had to be a G-cup or bigger even. She took his new feminine hands and placed them on the mountainous knockers on his chest. He finally spoke.

"Oh mah lawd!" he screamed.

That wasn't right, George thought. That wasn't anywhere close to what he had wanted to say. He thought about the way he talked. It was just like the woman he had encountered the day before. What George thought was really weird was that he didn't feel out of place in this body.

"Oh my, what on gawd's green earth has happened to me? I look like one fine sex-ay woman! That lady at the store yestahday.... I know she's the one that's gone and done this to me!"

Once again it was not what George wanted to say, but the result had the same meaning. Being in the bathroom already, George sat down on the toilet and took the oppurtunity to urinate. Instantly he thought how it was odd that he knew he had to sit down in his new body. Once he finished, he wiped his vagina and pulled the pink thong back up. Washing his hands, George couldn't help but notice how dirty the bathroom was. Walking out of the bathroom, he realized something. He had just saw that he had a vagina and didn't make any reaction to it. What was wrong with him, he wondered. He felt like he still had control of himself, but then there was something else that made him the different person he now was.

He began to think some more. His knowledge of computers... He remembered it all, but he couldn't place his knowledge into words except for how to surf the internet. George didn't want to know how his situation could get any worse. Just then there was a knock at the door of the apartment. George walked over to door, his hips wildly swaying side to side, a visible jiggle in his butt cheeks and a little bounce from his breasts.

Opening the door, George saw a man which he assumed was Mexican. He didn't appear to have much muscle on him, an average build. He was wearing regular street clothes of a jacket, shirt, jeans, and sneakers. George didn't recognize him. Instead of asking who he was, his words came  out in a different way.

"Raymond, I haven't seen you in'a while. What can I do fuh you?" he said unexpectedly.
"Hello Gina," replied Raymond, "I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by for a quick one."
"No problem." she said.

Gina, as George found the name of his new persona to be, lead Raymond over to an old beaten up couch where she had him sit down. As Raymond unzipped his pants, Gina dropped to the floor on her knees. George in the meantime tried his best to resist Gina's actions.

"Dead god no! Why can't I stop what I'm doing?" George thought in turmoil as Raymond's erect penis entered Gina's mouth.
"That's it, girl." said Raymond, feeling Gina's mouth and tongue wrap around his dick in repeated motions.
"Hmmm..." said Gina, her pussy getting aroused."
"God damn it, I have to stop this! I can't become some woman whose a prostitute!" George yelled in his thoughts.
"Do it, Gina, faster!" said Raymond, pushing Gina's head with his hands.
"Mmmmm!" said Gina, now sticking her fingers into her vagina.
"I...need to...fight this...." George struggled to think, feeling Gina's pressence become stronger.
"Oh yeah," said Raymond, "I think I'm going to-AAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

Raymond pushed Gina away, she had bitten his dick. George let out a mental sigh of relief. He had managed to fight Gina's actions. Raymond held his penis in pain, she had barely broke the skin. He looked at Gina who was now standing.

"Get yo' ass out of here! I ain't gonna be nobody's whore no more!" yelled George, once again not in his words but Gina's interpretation.
"Gina, baby, what the hell!? You've always loved my dick!" said Raymond, confused.
"Not anymore I don't! You get on out ah here and you cun tell anybody else ya know that Gina Kinks ain't livin' this lifestyle no mo!" said Gina, waving a finger at Raymond.
"Yes! I did it," thought George, "Not exactly 'get the hell out, I'm going to be a man again,' but it will do."

Raymond quickly zipped up his pants and left the apartment. George felt himself breathing heavy, his breasts rising and falling.

"So I'm in the body of a woman named Gina Kinks huh," thought George, "Maybe now I can find that lady and have her change me back."

Before George could act out what he thought, he took in his current appearance. He was still practically wearing nothing but the pink bra and thong and black fishnet stockings, his pussy was dripping wet, and he had a small taste of semen in his mouth.

"Ah think I'm gonna fuckin' puke." said Gina, almost exactly saying what George was thinking.

Feeling more in control of his new body named Gina Kinks, George returned to the bathroom and put soap and mouthwash in his mouth to try and get rid of the taste of cum. After an hour of washing his mouth, George put his attention on his next problem. This body was horny. Letting his Gina persona take over a bit, he found a vibrator in a drawer next to the bed. It wasn't something he could ignore, so George went to work on his pussy. New sensations of pleasure overcame George as he eventually abandoned the vibrator and placed all of his fingers inside himself, hearing the feminine pleasure filled screams of Gina.

George opened his eyes. He had passed out form the pleasure. The clock on the wall above the bed showed it was 2:45pm. George needed to get over to that store in the mall the woman had whispered to him, but he hadn't even ate yet. Leaving the bedroom, George made his way over to a small dirty kitchen. He opened the fridge to recieve an awful smell. A carton of milk had gone bad. Pulling out a carton of orange juice, he shut the fridge door. Opening a cabinet he found a box of cereal. Any spoons or bowls hadn't been washed so George decided to eat straight from the box. He then washed it down with the orange juice, which he also drank from the carton directly. Wanting to fill up his stomach a little more, George grabbed the only good looking banana from a tray of them that was laid out. Before biting into it, he found himself sucking on it a little. Apparently he wasn't able to get rid of all of Gina's tendencies.

After he finished eating, George went over to Gina's closet to find something to wear. There wans't anything not revealing. George let more of Gina control his actions in order to get dressed. He was determined to get out of this mess.


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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I Might Be Unable to Make As Many Updates As Usual

Currently I am busy with life and college work. So it might be a while until I post something new or at least until I have free time.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Random Spellcasting

Maybe it's a good idea to not read spells without knowing what they can do.

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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

After My Transformation Part 1

This next set of captions is set up as a video with user comments. The text bubbles represent what is happening through a video while the text below decribes time passing by because you when you watch videos online there is usually new comments below the video. That's what I was trying to do here. I saw this as the only way to pull off what I was thinking. It might not be the most detailed in design, but I think it turned out well. I plan to continue this eventually.

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Saturday, January 15, 2011

As Long as I Don't Get Wet

I ran across this and had to make a caption of it right away.


"I can't believe I drew the shortest straw and had to put on this female bodysuit for the pool party," said Jim, sitting by the pool, "I guess I should be okay though as long as I don't get..."
"Surprise!" yelled a voice.

Jim was then hurled into the air as his friend Richard dropped onto the chair he was sitting on. Richard thought the new Jim was too hot of a girl to go away. Now that the suit was wet, Jim or rather Janet as he would call her, was here to stay.


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Story: Your Wish Must Be Ten Words or Less

This is yet another caption I had posted on I didn't intend to post this here originally, but I thought why not. Personally I don't think it is that great, but I'll let all of you be the judge of that.


Martin was walking out of a nearby gas station Mini-Mart with his purchases of energy drinks to help him through his school day. Martin was a high school senior and eighteen years old. He was never the most popular or best looking kid, but his grades were good. While trying to get his change into the pocket of his jeans, he somehow managed to lose grasp of some coins. Martin put his bag of energy drinks on the ground and knelt down to pick up the few quarters, dimes, and nickles.

"Just my luck," Martin muttered to himself, before noticing something strange among the coins he was picking up, "Huh? What's this?"

Ignoring the last quarter and dime, Martin picked up a golden coin that was roughly three inches in diameter. One side was covered with rows of a diamond shaped pattern. On the other side, to Martin's surprise, was a series of words that said "After saying the words 'I wish,' you must speak a single wish in ten words or less. Otherwise, your wish will be granted in a way you do not desire." Martin stared at the gold coin in disbelief.

"So, I've found a...magical one wish coin?"

With the wish coin in his right hand, Martin picked up the remaining quarter and nickel on the ground with his left hand, which held the rest of his change, and stood back up. He looked over the strange golden coin again. The thoughts of an actual coin that granted a person's wish ran through his head, leading to another thought. Martin never was really great with the ladies. The last girl he had a relationship with only lasted two weeks. Still skeptical about the wish coin being real, Martin formed his idea of the type of girl he'd like to be with. He knew what he would wish for.

"Alright wish coin, I'll play your game." he said, half expecting it not to work. Martin spoke his wish, staring at the coin in his hand. "I wish I was in a great relationship with a hot, busty, and nice girl from Japan."

The moment Martin finished his wish, the side of the wish coin that had the message on it gave off a brief bright glow. The words now gave a different message. "Your wish was more than ten words. The coin must now remove words from your wish and grant it in a way you do not desire. This is the consequence for not heeding the coin's instructions." Martin realized the mistake the coin was referring to. Thinking out his wish again he found out it was fifthteen words long! He put the thought aside.

"Consequence? Whatever. Just give me my girlfriend, you stupid coin! Grant my wish if you really work." he said, annoyed if something was going to happen or not. To Martin's surprise, a voice came from the coin!

"The coin is now done removing words from your wish," it said in a voice that could not be described as male or female, "Your wish shall now be granted with ten of the words spoken after 'I wish.'"

Martin let out a sigh at the thought of the words that would be removed. Maybe she wouldn't be Japanese, he thought, hoping she would still be nice girl who was hot. Martin eagerly waited for his new girlfriend. The coin let out another voice at this moment, Martin's voice, speaking the reworded wish made by the coin.

"I wish I was a hot, busty, and nice girl from Japan."

Martin's eyes went wide with shock.

"What!?" he cried out as the coin shined brightly and disappeared from his hand. Startled, Martin once again dropped his change that had still been in his left hand.

"Damn it! Not again!" he said about ready to pick up the coins again.

Before he could kneel down, Martin noticed something odd about his surroundings. Everything around him began to shimmer. Buildings, houses, streets, cars, signs, and any people around began to change in appearance around Martin. In a matter of seconds, Martin's surroundings had turn into another location. From what Martin could tell, he was now somewhere in Japan! He turned around at the Mini-Mart that had been behind him to see a similar store except there were a few vending machines outside now and everything with words was in Japanese. The clerk as well as any other people inside were Japanese also. Martin stared with his mouth gaping, stunned by where he now was.

"I-I-I-I don't b-believe this." Martin said, still in shock and a little bit of awe.

Shaking his head, Martin went to pick up his change that he had dropped again before. He stopped before he could even get on his knee and noticed the coins were different. Instead of quarters, dimes, or nickels, there were instead coins with 5's, 10's, and 50's on them. The ones with 5's and 10's had holes in the center of them. Martin recognized them as yen, the Japanese currency!

"What..." Martin trailed off.

Martin couldn't move. He felt his body tingle with a strange sensation. He began to shrink in height, going from 5'9" to 5'3". Martin could feel his arms and legs become thinner and thinner. He felt his whole frame shrink as his shoulders became more narrow. Any fat around his gut and waist had disappeared leaving behind a flat stomach, his thinner waist becoming more defined as his hips were much wider than before. Martin felt his jeans get tighter from behind as his butt expanded outward. There was a twinge of pain in his crotch and a tingling behind each of his nipples. Martin was aware of what had happened in his pants and could predict what was about to happen with his chest, feeling his skin grow and expand behind his nipples.

He felt his face twitch and reform. His head and face were now smaller overall as his complexion became clear. His eyebrows thinned out while his eyes grew bigger and almond shaped, the iris of each turning black from blue. His nose shrunk drastically in size, now turned up a little bit at the tip. His jawline was more rounded and his lips puffed out, completing his new Japanese girl face as his hair turned a darker brunette and grew just below his shoulders. At this moment, his still growing breasts were at a point where they could be considered a B-cup.

By now Martin's clothes were baggier and hanging on his smaller body, but that soon changed. His clothing first shrank, almost fitting him, but then they began to alter. His shoes and socks morphed, the shoes adjusting to his smaller feet and turning white while the socks became a thinner cotton and turned black,  crawling up his legs just below the knees. While that went on, his pants and boxers transformed. The boxers had shrunk and changed into panties, hugging the curves of his new body. The jeans rose up his legs, becoming a softer material, the legs now connected. The denim appearance was soon gone and replaced with a blue and dark blue plaid pattern on a now pleated skirt that ended just above the knees. Martin's tee shirt and button shirt began their transition at this point. His tee shirt split in two. One part staying around his still growing breasts and the other going around his neck. The already unbuttoned button shirt shrank, turning from green to white into a button up blouse. The buttons now on the appropriate side for a girl's piece of clothing. Martin felt he could move again and noticed the open shirt exposing his fully grown 37D breasts. He covered himself with his smaller arms, unable to hide the massive cleavage.

As the white silk bra formed around him, he quickly buttoned up the blouse with some trouble since the buttons were now reversed. The other half of the tee shirt had morphed into a red and blue striped ribbon around around his neck. Martin buttoned the last of the blouse, his supported breasts straining against the material, and by some unknown instinct, fixed the ribbon around his neck. Even though he could move again, Martin froze in place taking in what had just happened. Slowly turning back toward the Mini-Mart, the reflection he saw in the window was that of a beautiful eighteen year old Japanese girl wearing a school uniform. With this appearance he could only be called nothing but a she! Martin cupped her breasts and pressed on her skirt until she felt her flat crotch, her vagina! She began to breath deeply, causing her big breasts to rise and fall under the tight fitting blouse. There was a noticable difference in her voice than before. She attempted to speak in her new voice.

"O-O-Okay, I'm a...a girl n-now. The girl that was s-s-supposed to be my girlfriend. This sure feels...different." she said in her higher, feminine voice.

With the feeling of nothing else to do, Martin knelt down to pick up the yen that was now hers, so she assumed. She held the coins in her hand aware she no longer had pockets with the pleated skirt. Martin suddenly noticed her backpack dropped off her back at some point. She looked around only to see a brown shoulder school bag. Opening the two clasps on the bag and found a place for her money among school textbooks she hadn't seen before, all written in the Japanese language. With a sigh, she flung the bag on her shoulder, feeling even more like a girl. She then noticed the plastic bag she left on the ground before. Martin picked it up and opened the bag expecting to see the energy drinks he bought, only to find it contained one of those bento box lunches that were very common in Japan, filled with sushi and riceballs amongst other little things. Martin felt like she had just about lost everything.

"I could really use something to drink right now..." she said, really feeling down about everything that happened to her.

Martin glanced at the nearby vending machines. She didn't see any energy drinks, to her disappointment. All that was there were sodas and juices in cans. She couldn't read the labels and decided to get the one that had what looked like an orange on it. Martin took the approriate amount of yen from her bag and put it into the machine. Seconds later she was enjoying her purchase.

"Mmmm. This is really good. Considering my situation, I needed something sweet to calm me down."

Martin walked over to the wall next the machine and leant against it drinking the canned juice. She began to think about her situation.

"Okay, so this is the consequence of going over the ten word limit of my wish. All thanks to that damn coin," she took another drink of the juice, "So refreshing... There must be a way for me to get back to my old life, right? I don't want to be a hot, busty, and nice girl from Japan forever..." she took another sip from her juice, "Why am I in Japan though? I didn't wish for anything about a native Japanese girl. Maybe it's part of the consequence? But if I'm from Japan now, that means I have a new family, right? Who am I in this life? If I'm from this country, why can't I understand any Japanese and why can I speak perfect English? It doesn't make sense!" she began to pout.

Sipping her juice again, Martin was unaware she was about to go through the final transitions into her new life.

"This isn't fair! I don't want to be a girl! I want to live as Martin again," she yelled, not hearing her voice steadily gain a thick Japanese accent, "I wanna go home, I wanna rive my ord rife, I..." her eyes lit up in shock, "My voice! What happen to my voice? My Engrish not as good rike befowah. I feer rike know ress an' ress Engrish. So much fowah this Juicy Orange Blast Drink carming mee down. Ah! I read drink raber now?!"

Soon, Martin's broken English transitioned into perfect Japanese.

"(Noo! I'm speaking perfect Japanese and I can read all the signs everywhere now!)" she says in panic, as her new life begins to take control. "(I don't want to be a girl! I'm not...I-I-I am a girl! I'm M-M-Mar-M-Ma-M-Me-Megumi!)"

A bright light flashed into her eyes causing Megumi to stare at the sky. Her trance was broken when she heard a voice calling her name. It was another girl in the same school uniform. She was thinner than Megumi and not as well endowed. On her back was a small green backback, her books in her arms. Her short black hair framed a cute face. Megumi recognized her as her classmate and best friend, Akemi.

"(Megumi, I see you're running late too.)" she said with a smile.

Megumi became overcome with realization.

"(Oh nooo! What time is it? I've never been late before,)" she said,taking a sip of her juice, "(Not even this will calm me down!)"
"(I could use a drink too,)" said Akemi, "(I'm a bit short, can I borrow some money?)"
"(Sure, of course!)" said Megumi with a smile, almost forgetting her troubles.
"(Thanks, Megumi. You're the nicest person I know.)"

Akemi got the same Orange Juice Blast drink as Megumi.

"(Ah, perfect drink to start off the day,)" said Akemi with a smile, "(Come on, Megumi, lets get going or we'll be late for class.)"
"(Okay,)" Megumi said with confidence "(I won't be late! Race you, Akemi!)" she said, running off.
"(Hey, Megumi, wait up!)" said Akemi, following close behind.

The two girls ran to school, giggling all the way.


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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Game of the Strange Package

This took a while to get done. Sometimes I'm amazed at when I'm able to think of a caption and it starts out simple, but then becomes something more as I continue to write it.

For this caption I decided to try something new. With this one I decided to make it more than one image captioned. To make it distinct from the stories I posted here, I decided to experiment with something else as well and that is text bubbles with the image. However, since circumstances only allow me to work with MS Paint at the moment they do not look very good. Also, I'm sure the images used here have a different woman in each of them, but I think they appear similar enough. Once I saw the other image I felt like I had to expand on what I was writing. I don't think I'll make a habit of these type of captions. It is just something to try out.

This is also another that doesn't particularly end well in the main character's original favor, but falls victim to new desires. If you don't like the text bubbles or don't want anything in the plot ruined I have also provided the captions without the text bubbles.

With the text bubbles:

Without the text bubbles:

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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Story: Peach & Daisy

This is another caption I had posted at a while back and now I've added a few additional sentences to it. One of the characters also has the same first name as the character in the caption in my last post, but that is just a coincidence. This was also the first time I used the mysterious dark robed alleyway video game salesman that was mentioned in this post:


David had just returned home to his apartment after a long day of work. He could see his roommate and best friend, Peter, playing the latest Super Mario game. David approached the couch Peter was sitting on. An empty pizza box lied on the floor along with a few beer bottles. Peter acknowledged David's pressence.

"Hey Dave."
"Since when did we have the newest Mario game," replied David, getting to the point, "You didn't use part of your rent money to buy this did you?"
"Not really. I bought it from some weird dude in an alleyway on my way to work. He was selling a bunch of games for just about everything. I got this game cheap for twenty dollars!" Peter said, sounding proud of himself for finding such a bargain.

David looked at the TV to see Mario doing his usual manuvers, stomping on Goombas, amongst other things going on in the game as he ran around.

"You never thought it could have been a fake?" said David.
"Every game he had was factory sealed though. He could have stole them for all I care." replied Peter.
"How exactly was this guy selling these games?"
"He just had this small booth set up."
"In an alleyway?"
"You bought a possibly stolen video game from a suspicious individual's booth in an alleyway?"
"At first I was skeptical since he was wearing a black cloak and had a scar going down the left side of his face," Peter explained, "But he turned out to be real friendly. Plus, this is the best deal I have ever had with buying a game. Also, the guy said as I left that I would 'really get into the game.'"
"Whatever man." replied David.

David walked over next to Peter and knocked the controller out of his hands, causing Mario to fall into a pit and die.

"That's for not saving me any pizza." said David.

A few weeks later, David entered the apartment after a another frustrating day of dealing with annoying customer complaints to see Peter sitting on the couch again playing the Mario game he had bought a few weeks back.

"Weren't you playing when I left earlier?" asked David.
"Yeah," replied Peter, "I called in sick because I'm really close to beating this game."

Letting out a sigh, David sat on the couch next to Peter and watched him play through the final level. When he reached the final boss, Bowser, Peter eventually defeated him after a second try. level. David and Peter watched the ending cinematic that showed Mario and Luigi returning to the Mushroom Kingdom with Princess Peach and Princess Daisy, both who were saved from Bowser's clutches. The four characters entered Peach's Castle. Outside, fireworks were in the sky and the Toads were jumping up and down cheering. Then all of a sudden, one red-spotted mushroomed Toad got in front of the screen.

"Come join the celebration!" yelled the Toad.

To David and Peter's surprise, the televison screen began to glow a bright white that engulfed them. As soon as the bright light cleared, David and Peter were shocked to find themselves standing in front of Princess Peach's Castle. The two of them stood in place speechless with their mouths gaping.

"Holy shit." said Peter.
"This isn't possible." said David.

As they looked around it seemed that everyone was in the castle now as they were the only ones outside. As David and Peter walked toward the doors of the castle they both recalled the strange man's remark about "really getting into the game."

As soon as David and Peter walked inside the castle, they were greeted by the sight of various Mario characters, including the Mario Bros. themselves. There were many tables of all kinds of foods, pastries, and beverages. The only ones absent in the main hall were Peach and Daisy. Before David and Peter could interact with anyone, they were stopped by a brown-spotted mushroomed Toad with glasses and a mustache.

"Excuse me, sirs, I don't mean to impede your celebrating, but I am busy at the moment. Would you mind go telling the Princesses that everything is ready down here?" he asked.
"Well..." David started.
"Sure!" Peter said, interrupting David.

Before David could oppose, Peter set off toward the stairs leading up to the second floor. David eventually caught up to Peter.

"Don't you think its odd that they would ask strangers to get the Princesses?" David asked.
"You're thinking too much. Just enjoy the fact that we're in a video game. Who knows, maybe this is all part of the game experience." responded Peter with a laugh.
"I still think it's odd that we're in here."

Having played enough of the game, Peter knew the layout of the castle and was easily able to find Peach's bedroom. He knocked on the door and waited. He knocked again and waited. This time David knocked and the door slowly opened. David and Peter peeked in to notice the room was uninhabitted. The room itself was decorated in colors of white and multiple shades of pink. They could see Peach's wide fluffy bed as it was the most noticable object. David and Peter entered, not noticing the door slowly close behind them.

"Well that's odd," said Peter, "They should be in here."
"Maybe they're on a balcony or something," said David, "Lets look around some more."

David tried to open the door to leave, but it wouldn't budge at all. After a few failed attempts he gave up.

"Great. We're stuck in here." said David, annoyed.

David turned to look at Peter, but he was gone. David explored the room further to find Peter going through Peach's stuff around what looked like a vanity.

"Wow! I can't believe we're in the bedroom of Princess Peach!" exclaimed Peter.
"Stop going through her stuff, Pete! I would think she wouldn't appreciate it." said David.

Peter picked up what looked like a perfume bottle and examined it. Not wanting him to break it, David walked over to Peter to get it out of his hands.

"Put that down! You could break..."

As David grabbed for the perfume bottle, he was cut off by the large squirt of purfume that went in the faces of himself and Peter. Peter put down the bottle, both of them being forced to cough.

"Now look what you did," yelled David, "The last thing I need to smell like is a prin..."

David trailed off as he noticed something odd about Peter. Strands of blonde hair were beginning to appear in Peter's black hair. At the same time, Peter was noticing strands of brown hair appearing in David's red hair. Peter began to freak out and ran over to a door and entered it. David ran after Peter and found that it lead to a very large walk in closet. There was row after row of the pink dresses worn by Princess Peach as well as a few other pink outfits for winter time and sporting events. Many umbrellas and parasols were inside too. As David looked around for Peter, he noticed long brown hairs go into his vision.

"Peter, where are you?" he said aloud.

At the other end of the closet, Peter looked at his hands as they became thinner, the nails on his fingers extending. He yelled out in fear. Following the direction of the yell, David walked through the aisles of clothing, but was unable to find Peter. Walking around some more, David felt his body shrink in size, becoming smaller. Opposite of where David was, Peter looked down at his thinner body. His hips had widened and his butt was more round. His clothing that used to be a white shirt and jeans was now meshing together into a solid pink material. Moving the long curly blonde hair off his shoulder, he yelled out.

"I knew it was a bad idea to buy the game from that guy! I'm sorry I got us into this, David!"

Somewhere across from Peter in the large closet, David yelled out.

"Don't worry, Peter! Everything will be alright!"

Things were not going to be alright from what David saw by looking at himslef. His clothing had turned yellow as well as orange in two spots. His sleeves began to puff up and his socks felt more like stockings now. His hair had stopped growing just below the shoulders and curled at the ends. Despite this, he continued to look for Peter.

Peter was still running in panic when his pant legs connected and exploded into a wide silky skirt. The top of his clothing tightened around his upper body. A large blue jewel appeared on his chest and began to rise up from something growing behind his nipples. Peter screamed out in a higher pitched voice. He then tripped as his shoes had turned into red three inch high heels.

David heard the high girly scream and assumed it was Peter since his own voice changed as well. Looking at the white petaled large green jewel on his chest, he grabbed the well sized breasts it was nestled on. His hands were now covered with wrist length white silk gloves. He felt his face, that felt different too. He put his hands on his hips and sighed. Walking a few steps, feeling his hips sway, David walked in front of a series of three full body mirrors. In appearance, David was now Princess Daisy! Shrugging, he continued to look for Peter. He was surprised how well he was beginning to walk in the three inch orange high heels. He moved his hair aside, brushing one of the flowered shaped earrings.

"Where is he," thought David, "I have to find Pet...Pe...P..."

Peter picked himself off the floor and brushed himself off with his elbow length white silk glove covered hands. After smoothing out the dress, Peter looked up to see his reflection in a series of three full body mirrors. Peter now looked just like Princess Peach! His body still ached from when he fell down.

"I really fell hard," he said, straightening the skirt of the dress, "Now, where is Dav...Da...D..."

The two princesses continued to look for each other. As they each walked down an aisle of clothing that would eventually meet, a small crown popped out of nowhere and landed on each of their heads. They met at the end of the two aisles, almost running into each other.

"Oh!" they both said aloud.
"Peach!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Daisy!" exclaimed Peach.
"I looked everywhere for you." said Daisy.
"Sorry," apologized Peach, "Sometimes I forget how much of a maze this closet is."
"Thanks for showing it to me though. I should get one as big at my castle." Daisy laughed.
"Perhaps we should be going. I'm sure everything is set up downstairs by now."
"Okay, lets go!"

The two princesses left Peach's bedroom and walked side by side downstairs to the main hall. It was always great to celebrate the saftey of the Mushroom Kingdom after Mario and Luigi saved it once again from evil. The two ladies entered the main hall. Everyone's attention was now on Princess Peach and Princess Daisy. With smiles and arms extended, they shout out to the many cheers.

"Let the celebration begin!"


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Friday, January 7, 2011

A Wish for Fame

This is another that turned out longer than I originally intended, but I think it turned out alright. Enjoy!

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

It Can Happen at the Most Crucial of Moments

I decided to give another go at a Great Shift caption. This one has more of a tragic tone to it.

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Monday, January 3, 2011


Another quick and short caption I thought up.

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Usually in genie related TG fiction the person wishes for riches and everything related until somehow becoming a woman. I decided to go a different way with this one. I hope you like it.

I also see a possibility of going more indepth with the story of this caption. Don't know if I'll ever get around to exploring the idea though.

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Sunday, January 2, 2011

New Sensations

I was never the kind of person to treat women respectfully, but when a witch cursed me to know the abuse I gave to women, I've come to a realization to treat them better. But that still won't help me with getting rid of the curse. The only way for me to become a man again is to not enjoy the pleasure I recieve from this body. I can't help but enjoy being fucked and I like the feeling of my boobs bouncing around and smacking each other. I'm enjoying my new sensations so much I may stay as a mistreated woman for the rest of my life.


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