Part two of the seconde request story for jwargod. Not much happens here. Henry finds a way out of trouble and he and Matthew become more involved with their new selves. I try to work on this as much as I can, so hopefully I will get around to making part three soon.
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With the door now open Henry stared at the angry face of the landlord Mr. Wells. He was an aging, fat, and balding man wearing a dirty tank top and jeans with boots. For a moment Mr. Wells was caught off guard by the gorgous busty blonde woman that stood in the doorway wearing a man's tee shirt and boxers. He noticed the woman appear to have a frightened, nervous look on her face.
"Where are those bums Henry and Matthew?" demanded Mr. Wells.
"Oh... Um," Henry stuttered, "T-t-they're uh, like, not here right now, you know?"
"Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm, uh... I'm just a friend."
Mr. Wells pushed his way past Henry into the apartment and looked around. Henry didn't want him to barge in on Matthew. Henry decided to distract him as best as possible.
"Where are they damn it? This isn't the first time they've been late paying rent."
"Well, uh, Henry said he and Matt, like, totally went out to try get your money." Henry hoped Mr. Wells would buy his excuse.
"Is that so? Well they're not here and neither is my money! So get dressed and get lossed, baby. I'm locking up this room. Tell your boyfriends they've been evicted."
"Oh please don't. Please reconsider. Pretty please?" Henry's new self couldn't help throwing out those words.
"Not happening, toots."
"Please give them another week. They'll totally have their went by then. Is there anything I can do to make you reconsider at all?"
Mr. Wells raised an eyebrow and cracked a smile, letting out a laugh. He looked over the blonde from head to toe.
"You know what? I think there is something that'll make me reconsider."
"Like what?"
"Your lips look like they could give a good blowjob." he said, unbuckling his belt.
Henry felt horrified that this was the only way to get another week to pay rent. Left with no choice, Henry kneeled down in front of Mr. Wells.
"What's your name anyway, blondie?" asked Mr. Wells.
"Oh," Henry said surprised, needing to think of something, "My name is... Hanna."
"Well, Hanna, you better make this worthwhile."
Staring at Mr. Wells' crotch, Hanna let out a gasp as he let out his erect penis. She hesitated for a moment and tried to get it over with. The dick entered her mouth and she tightened her lips around it. She began to make slow in and out movements with her mouth. A sudden pressure on her head forced her suck faster.
"You'll never get the extra week like that, you stupid slut." Mr. Wells said, grabbing Hanna's head and moving it up and down on his dick.
He released his grasp and Hanna continued to work faster. Her tongue licked the underside of Mr. Wells' dick as she forced it in and out of her mouth. She continued thrusting her head, pulled off and gave a full sack to tip lick, and then went back to thrusting it in and out again. She could hear Mr. Wells moan his approval. Unseen to the both of them, Matthew had finally been able to pick himself off the floor and was now peeking out the crack of his bedroom door surprised at the act his friend was doing.
"Work harder, Hanna, it's almost time for the finale." said Mr. Wells.
Only one thought was in Hanna's head. She and Matt really needed the extra week. She had already been sucking faster, but now she was moving down harder. Strange new thoughts began to enter her head as she continued to suck off Mr. Wells. She began to think she should stop, but her thoughts were interrupted as she opened her eyes wide feeling something warm and sticky squirt into her mouth. She felt possessed. Hanna continued to suck and swallow. She felt her head get pulled away, letting out a gasp as she looked up at Mr. Wells.
"Easy, girl, that's enough. You'll suck me dry if you keep that up. You should've told me you love giving head." Mr. Wells said as he held Hanna's head again.
"I...I..." Hanna said, lost for words.
"How about the clean up down there while you're at it?"
Hanna stared blankly as she licked off any cum left behind. After she finished, Mr. Wells put his pants back on and moved toward the front door. He told Hanna, who was still kneeling, that Henry and Matthew would get an extra week to pay off their rent. Mr Wells made his exit, hoping he could enjoy Hanna's hospitality again. The moment the front door of the apartment closed Matthew ran out of his bedroom and approached Hanna. His giant breasts jumped around as she did.
"Henry, I no bereive you did that!" said Matthew, unable to break the very thick Japanese accent he now had.
Henry continued to stare into blank space.
"Henry!" yelled Matthew.
"Huh," Hanna responded, regaining focus, "Oh, like, sorry, Matt. I, like, got used to being called Hanna."
"Are you arright?"
"Oh my gawd, Matt," she yelled, standing up, "I think I, like, totally loved what I just did!"
"What you say?"
"It has to be this body! Oh gee, like, I'm scared Matt."
"It okay, Henry. Carm down."
"You should call me Hanna now."
"What?"
"Matt, hellooo. We're totally women now. We might as well, you know, give ourselves appropriate names."
"Henry, feer rike you become someone else."
"Don't worry, Matt. I'm still your BFF if that's what you're, like, worried about."
Matthew looked at Hanna with uncertainty.
"Look, Matt, I really want to return to my old self, but I can't help but act this way." Hanna reassured him.
"So what we do now?"
"Well, we need to, like go back to that strip club and see if those two strippers are still there. Maybe they can change us back?"
"Then rets get dressed."
"OMG, Matt, we totally don't have anything to wear!"
"What you saying, Hen...Hanna?" Matt said, finally giving in to calling Henry his new name.
"Where's the money we had left over from last night?"
Hanna walked away from Matthew before he could say something. He stood in place thinking how much Hanna's new bimbo personality was affecting her. Matthew saw Hanna come back with the remaining one hundred and eighty dollars from last night. She was also now wearing sweatpants and slippers.
"Okay, like, I'll take this money and buy us something to wear okay? Then we can go down to the strip club"
"Hanna, wait, I..." Matthew tried to protest.
"Don't worry, I'll get something to support your big boobies. I'm guessing a J-cup for you. Okay, I'll be right back! Oh, don't forget to, like, give yourself a new name." Hanna quickly said and moved toward the front door.
"Hanna, wait, don't..."
Hanna walked out and closed the door.
"...go."
Matthew stood silently for a few minutes. Now by himself, he looked down at his new Japanese female body. He couldn't grasp his giant breasts entirely to save his life. The new weight was putting an intense pain in his back. With his breasts bouncing in every direction, Matthew walked back to his bedroom. He was surprised he could walk at all with the wrecking balls he had on his chest. Deciding to relieve his back pain Matthew lied down on his bed, the breasts now weighing him down on the mattress. He thought about how he was going to get out of this problem he was in with his friend. They'd get through this just like any other trouble in their lives. Matthew knew they would.
Matthew tilted his head up to stare at his boobs. It had taken forever to stand up before. He wondered how long it would take the next time. His thoughts drifted to what he had seen Hanna doing. He couldn't believe she would suck someone's dick like that. The whole time he watched he felt horrified and even a little...aroused. He felt an unfamiliar sensation coming from his crotch. Matthew didn't want to believe it. He felt horny, his new vagina needing attention. If he was about to do what he thought he was, he didn't want to do such an unfamilar thing under the name of Matthew. His hands went into his boxers as he reached closer to his crotch. He thought of a new name for himself, something fitting for his new appearance.
As soon as she decided her new name, Miho slid her fingers up her vagina and began to rub with one hand as she extended her pussy lips with the other. She began to feel shocking new sensations unlike any she had felt before. She rubbed faster as she began to moan. She brought her left hand up to one of her breasts and squeezed all the flesh she was able to grab. Her right hand had continued to stimulate her lower half. Miho slid her fingers in and out as fast as she could the moment she felt more pleasure coming from her vagina. Her moans grew louder, fully taking in the new sexual ectasy she felt. She was nearly able to slide in her whole hand as it got covered in her pussy juices. Miho continued to knead her breast as well. Her eyes had been closed but now they were wide open. She felt it. Miho moaned loudly as she felt her first female orgasm.
Breathing heavy, Miho turned her head to the left and saw her alarm clock. She shocked to two hours had gone by. She had no idea she was masturbating that long. Hearing the front door open, Miho slid out of bed slowly and walked out of her room. She was met by the sight of a completely differnt looking Hanna. She was wearing a bright pink halter top that generously showed the cleavage of her big boobs, a short denim mini skirt with a pink thong sticking out over her hips, and pink four inch pumps. Her hair and face had been styled and made up as well.
"Guess what? They was a sale at the mall! I can't believe how much I was able to buy!"
"Hanna? Is that you?" asked Miho is disbelief.
"Of course it is, silly!"
"What happen to you?"
"I don't know. Like, I wanted to buy something plain but I, like, couldn't stop thinking how totally hot I was and needed to wear something to flaunt what I got."
"You rearry are bimbo now."
"Tell me about it."
"Are we going to srip crub now to try and change back?"
"Not until you get dressed, Matt."
"My name Miho now Hanna."
"Oh, you chose your new name! Okay, Miho, take this bag and put on what I bought you. I'll even help you with your hair and makeup. I learned a few things from a stylist." Hanna ended with a giggle.
"Terrific." Miho said unethusiastic. She couldn't wait to get out of this body.
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Friday, April 29, 2011
More questions from Formspring.
I've gotten a few more requests through Formspring that'll give a good idea of what's to come in captions. Also to anyone who requests something, keep in mind that there is a chance I might not be able to get around to making your requested caption/story. If that happens the reasons are that I'm busy, working on something else, or feel no inspiration/feel inspiration to write an unrelated caption/story. As for the requests asked for below, some were more vague than others.
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Thank you for the "sudden memory" can you do some more first person or some magic website
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Thank you for the "sudden memory" can you do some more first person or some magic website
Your welcome. I could also do those. First person pictures are hard to come by, but I could use any image I want for a magical website caption.
Dress tg
I'll take this as meaning you want me to make a caption involving a dress as the cause for transformation.
Could you do some caps involving the transformed one wear pantyhose? I love those :)
I might be able to do one of those.
bride
I'll take this as meaning you want me to make a caption involving a bride.
Request Caption: Sudden Memory
I found the inspiration to make another caption in the style of my previous caption called "Memory" thanks to the anonymous request through Formspring. I made it a little different from the previous one so I hope it is just as good.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
A Formspring question answered and polls added.
It seems like more of a request than a question though, but I answered it all the same. The caption being referred to can be seen here. http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2011/01/memory.html
Can you do more like the caption "memory" that involve moms
I'll try my best to make another one of those types of captions. As for anyone else wanting to see more of something, I've added three polls on the left that'll let me know what you all want to see more of. I hope I chose good topics to vote from. All three will close by the end of July.
Can you do more like the caption "memory" that involve moms
I can try. I've been thinking about doing more mother captions along with other captions involving subjects I've been meaning to do. If you want another in the style of "Memory" I'll see what I can do.
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I'll try my best to make another one of those types of captions. As for anyone else wanting to see more of something, I've added three polls on the left that'll let me know what you all want to see more of. I hope I chose good topics to vote from. All three will close by the end of July.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Drink Responsibly
This was a premise I thought through upon seeing the image. It eventually developed into this longer caption. My original plot involved Spells r' Us again and then that was replaced by a witch being included somehow. In the end I decided to go with a more mysterious cause for the transformation. Enjoy the result!
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
"Egg Hunt" and a Formspring question answered.
Before getting to the caption, I've answered this Formspring question.
if a spells r us store ever became real how long would it take for you to show up?
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if a spells r us store ever became real how long would it take for you to show up?
I haven't been to a mall in a month, so I wouldn't know if one really would show up. If I did come across a real life changing Spells r' Us store or heard about it, I think I would hesitate to enter. The Wizard usually has his customers change permanently and my fatasies mostly involve being a woman temporarily. I'm not sure I would take the chance. Although temptation could still get the better of me as well and I enter regardless of if I end up stuck as a woman.
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About the caption. I wanted to make something quick for Easter and this was the only picture I could find. I'm sure I have other bunny/Easter related images stored somewhere but I can't find them right now. So this is what I thought up quick. Enjoy!
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Two more Formspring answers.
I wanted to finish the first part of the current request story I am doing before I answered these. I tried to answer them as best as I could.
i wish i was a girl soo soo bad, what can i do?!
Become educated and create a scientific formula that can naturally reverse gender. That way you can be a girl and be rich.
what would be your ideal to look like as a woman?
i wish i was a girl soo soo bad, what can i do?!
Become educated and create a scientific formula that can naturally reverse gender. That way you can be a girl and be rich.
what would be your ideal to look like as a woman?
Of course I would want to look like an incredibly sexy woman. My ideal body would be similar to Denise Milani's 34DDD-19-34 thin figure, long legs, maybe my butt would be a little more rounder than her's. I'd be shorter, maybe 5'4" or 5'6". Long brunette hair framing a pretty face with plump pouty lips. All that with the perfect feminine voice to match my appearance.
If I was to suddenly look like this type of woman, I would want to wear everything I never would as a man. A sexy woman like I described would obviously not wear men's clothes. That would mean feminine clothing ranging from casual to form fitting to the erotic. It would be another way to take advantage of my situation after exploring my new self.
If I was to suddenly look like this type of woman, I would want to wear everything I never would as a man. A sexy woman like I described would obviously not wear men's clothes. That would mean feminine clothing ranging from casual to form fitting to the erotic. It would be another way to take advantage of my situation after exploring my new self.
Request Story for jwargod: Best Friends Forever Part 1
This is part one of another story requested by jwargod. jwargod also supplied the image for it again. I wanted to finish this sooner but I had difficulty thinking of something that would work for the guidelines jwargod provided me to write from. I hope I can get the second part up sooner, but my busy life also contributed to the delay of this beginning part. This story also has more build up than my previous stories in which the transformation happened almost right away. I hope it turned out well.
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"There has to be a better way to pay off the rent." said Matthew.
"Listen, Matt, we don't have much of a choice. This'll be the easiest way to get the money we need right now." said Henry.
"Maybe we can talk our way into gaining an extra week get what we need. We can also find some new jobs then."
"I don't want to hear it, Matt. Come on buddy, we've been through worse together. Besides, in a city like Vegas, how can we not take our chances?"
Matthew Knight and Henry Garfield were twenty-four and twenty-five years old respectively. They had recently lost their jobs due to the video store they worked at going out of business. Living in Las Vegas, Henry had made the decision to head into the casinos to try and win as much as they could to pay off the rent of their apartment. Matthew wasn't too thrilled about the idea, but he couldn't help but go along. The money they needed to pay off the rent was seven hundred dollars and they only had two hundred and fifty. The two friends walked down the Las Vegas Strip and entered the first casino they encountered and went to work.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do," said Henry, "I'm going to head over to the blackjack tables, you take this and try to win big at the slots."
"It's not like I'd have luck in anything else." said Matthew, taking the two hundred dollars Henry gave him.
"Don't worry, man. It's time to win big." Henry slapped his friend on the back.
Walking their seperate ways, Henry approached the closest blackjack table and sat down. Sitting next to him was an older man wearing a white suit and cowboy hat. He appeared to be a stereotypical Texan. In comparison he made Henry look dull in his black collared shirt and khaki pants.
"Ah! So you're my next victim," the man said with a southern accent, "I suggest you back out, son. You don't look like the type of fella to beat my luck."
"Well I say you're luck is about to run out." Henry said, not wanting to appear intimidated.
"Ha ha! That what the last couple sonuvaguns said! Maybe not those exact words, but I reckon you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure."
While Henry's game began, Matthew was just getting started at the slot machines. Looking around Matthew thought he blended in with the crowds here well enough wearing regular street clothes of a t-shirt and jeans. All the rich big time gamblers seemed to be playing poker, blackjack, or roulette. After Matthew exchanged some of his bills for quarters, he sat down at the first slot machine he saw. Sliding a quarter in, Matthew pulled the lever and watche the reels spin.
Seven.... Seven....
"Fourteen huh," thought Henry, thinking of what to do next, "Hit me."
The blackjack dealer gave Henry another card, a six. Henry stayed with the advantage he had. He looked over at the Texan's cards seeing he had eighteen. There's was no way he could win this hand.
"Hm... Hit me." the Texan said, to Henry's surprise.
The next car given to him was a three. He had a total of twenty-one. Henry stared with his mouth gaping. The Texan laughed hard. Henry knew his luck could change though. He wondered if Matthew was having any better luck at the moment. Unfortunately, Matthew wasn't having much luck either. Matthew had pulled the lever of the slot machine ten times already and he was beginning to lose any hope he tried to gather. On his eleventh pull however, he got three cherries on the reels followed by two more successful pulls. Henry was beginning to start a chain wins as well.
"I don't believe it!" said the Texan,
"Looks like you luck's run out old man." said Henry.
"You better watch your tongue son."
"Yeah, sure."
Henry had managed to win back one hundred and thirty-seven dollars and won back triple the amount. The Texan was becoming angry at his vanishing luck. Fortuneately for the him, everything went downhill for Henry with the next few turnouts. He thought he would play it safe but greed got the better of him. Henry ended up losing half of what he gained back. Henry backed out cursing to himself and walked away, hearing the old Texan laugh behind him. He hoped he never ran into him again. Henry was left with two hundred and five dollars, not as much as what he started with. He was dreading the bad news Matthew would have with his winnings. Through the crowds of the casino, Henry noticed Mathew walking towards him. He was holding a bag of what looked like his winnings.
"So, how much did you win?" asked Henry.
"Plenty more than what I had before," exclaimed Matthew, "I got two hundred and thirty dollars here."
"Lucky you," Henry said, annoyed that Matthew did better than him, "That only puts us at four hundred and thirty-five dollars however."
"Well, we can still try the poker tables."
"Hell no! You know niether of us is good at poker."
"So, do we give Mr. Wells what we have and hope he lets us keep the apartment a bit longer?"
"That stubborn landlord hates us too much for that. There's only one thing we can do with this money." Henry began to grin.
"You mean..." Matthew trailed off, knowing what Henry would say.
"That's right, Matt, my old friend. Time to go to the strip club."
Matthew knew this probably wasn't the best decision, especially since they barely had enough money, but it couldn'y hurt to have a short lapdance. The two friends made their way over to the Pole Swingers strip club and sat down in front of the main stage. After seeing three of the girls do their sets and slipping ones and fives into g-strings, Henry and Matthew each decided to get to get some private attention from one of the girls walking around. Henry walked over to a busty blonde and discussed how much a moment of her time would take. Matthew ended up being approached by a thin asian stripper wearing pink star pasties over her small breasts, a white thong showed from her jean cutoffs that revealed he buttcheeks of her nicely rounded rear, and pink four inch platform heels. She lead Matthew into one of the back rooms.
"My name is Emma," said the asian stripper, "What's yours, honey?"
"It's Matthew." he replied.
"Well, Matthew, I'm about to give you the best lapdance a hundred bucks can buy."
"Sounds good."
"Just remember. No touching."
Meanwhile in another private room, Henry was getting his own lapdance. The busty blonde, who introduced herself as Krystal, waved her ass inches away in front of Henry's face. He only wished that no touching policy wasn't in the way of getting to know Krystal a lot better. Gazing at the gyrations of her butt, Henry couldn't help but get a squeeze in. Krstal responded with a small squeal.
"Hey, didn't I tell you there was no touching? Do you want one of the boucers to throw you out?" she threatened.
"Baby, it's a rough time for me right now. How about letting me get in a squeeze here and there?"
"No way," she said, turning around and still dancing, "I've never done that before and I don't plan on letting it happen on my last night here."
"Last night?"
"Yeah, me and my friend Emma have been working here to pay off some college loans." Krystal casually mentioned as she slid off her yellow bikini top.
"College? To think I thought of you as a bimbo." Henry blurted out.
"Well aren't you shallow?"
"Come on, blondie, just a few grabs." he said, ignoring what she had said.
Krystal turned again, away from Henry, giving him the chance to stand up from the chair he sat on and grab Krystal's boobs from behind. She screamed out.
"I could've sworn your boobs would be fake. You're a real natural beauty." Henry said.
"Damn it, get off me!" Krystal said, struggling.
"You know you like it."
"Dwayne!"
In through the door, Henry saw walk in a black man with a muscular body crossing his arms.
"I see there's a problem here." Dwayne the bouncer said in a stern voice.
Matthew was completely unaware his friend was getting a severe beating as he got his lapdance from Emma. She sat on his lap and rotated her upper body, her breasts going in and away from Matthew's face.
"You like this don't you?" asked Emma.
"How can I not?" responded Matthew.
"I thought as much."
"If only your boobs were a little bigger, they'd be smacking my face right now."
"Mine are still great though, right?"
"Well I kind of prefer bigger knockers on women," he said, not thinking, "Want to do me a favor?"
"What's that?" trying to forget the remark about her breasts.
"I like it when Japanese girls speak in a thick accent. Could you do that for? I'll pay extra."
"I don't have to accept that offer. Also, I'm Korean, not Japanese."
"Sorry, but I don't think it would make much difference as long as you know what I mean."
"I think your time is up, Matthew." Emma said, getting off Matthew's lap and trying to supress her anger.
"Did I say something wrong?" thought Matthew, in belief that he still had five minutes left for the lapdance.
Matthew's thoughts were interuptted when he heard a loud crashing sound. He left the private room a few steps behind Emma to see one of the bouncers roughing up Henry. The beating didn't look like it was going to stop and Henry's face was bloody. Matthew rushed over to help his friend.
"Krystal, what happened?" Emma asked, approaching her friend.
"That jerk wouldn't stop grabbing me. He also insulted my intelligence and thought I had fake boobs." Krystal explained.
"Oh really? His friend there made some remarks about my breasts and my ethnicity."
"Are you serious?"
"Very."
"Do you think they deserve a certain...punishment?"
"I think so, Krystal."
Henry and Matthew flew through the air and into the trash cans behind the strip club. The bouncer brushed his hands together after another night of doing what he loved getting paid to do. He walked back into the strip club and closed the door behind him. Henry wiped some blood away from his nose and Matthew tried to stay off a now sprained ankle. The back door of the club opened again as Krystal and Emma stepped outside.
"Ladies," started Matthew, "Allow me to apologize for the actions of myself and my friend. We're really sorry."
"I'm not." Henry said, spitting out blood.
"Save it." said Emma.
"Yeah, you're nothing but an asshole and you are terrible for just being friends with him." said Krystal, referring to Henry and then Matthew.
"I hardly think that's fair to assume." said Matthew.
"That didn't stop either of you from making assumptions about each of us, said Emma, "I swear, you two have to be the worst men we've encountered in Vegas."
"Seriously?"
"And because of that, we feel you two deserve what we are going to do to you." said Krystal.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" asked Henry.
"Something my grandmother taught me. Ready, Emma?"
"Yes."
The two strippers each walked to one side of the two friends. Henry and Matthew were puzzled as to what the two women were going to do. They chanted in unison.
"You who have wronged us and offended us, hear our words. Become that of which you believed and desired us to be. May you live in your world, but not by your current appearances. Remain helpless to return. Stiripsaah emocaah dnaah retlaah ehtaah sevilaah foaah esohtaah ewaah meedaah mucsaah!"
Henry and Matthew felt a chill and continued to stare at the strippers until they walked back inside the strip club. They looked at each other in confusion.
"What the fuck was that all about?" questioned Henry.
"Not sure. Let's just get back to the apartment. We have bigger things to worry about." said Matthew.
"Yeah. Thanks for trying to save me back there, Matt." he said, wiping more blood from his nose.
"Hey, you'd do the same for me."
The two friends made their way over to Henry's car and drove back to the apartment. Out of the four hundred and thirty-five dollars they had earned they had used two hundred and fifty-five at the strip club. Henry washed the blood off his face and managed to stop his nose from bleeding any further. They both decided to call it a night and went to their respective rooms, not bothering to change out of their clothes. As they both tried to sleep they couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disorientation.
Henry woke up the next morning feeling the strangest he had ever felt in his entire life. An immense amount of pressure was pushing down on his chest. He lifted his head up to see something huge protruding underneath his blankets. Stretching the material of his shirt to it's limits was what appeared to be giant breasts. Matthew wanted to yell, but it cam out as a high pitched scream. Matthew heard another scream outside his room. The door to his room opened and in walked a very busty blonde woman whose baggy pants had just fallen to the floor.
"Oh gee, is that you, Matt?" asked the woman.
"Who are you!?" asked Mathew, shocked by the sound of his voice.
"Matt, it's, like, me Henry!"
"You Henry?" he spoke again, knowing something was wrong with his voice.
Matthew jumped out of his bed, feeling the immense breasts on his chest almost cause him to lose balance. He felt his now baggy pants fall to the fall as he joined the blonde woman who claimed to be Henry in front of the mirror in his room. They both lifted their stretched out shirts. Henry gasped in horror while Matthew covered his mouth.
"Oh my gawd! What happened to us!?" said Henry.
"I not understand. Why we rike this?" questioned Matthew.
"Like, how am I supposed to know!? Gee, Matt, you're asian! Your boobies are sooo big! And why are you, like, talking like you have a, you know, thick accent?"
"Me? Why you tark rike bimbo? You right though, I asian! No... I think I Japanese!"
"I bet those stripper bitches are the ones that totally did this to us with, like, that weird chanting and stuff."
"What we gonna do, Henry? We can't ret no one see us rike this!"
A loud knocking startled the two friends, causing Matthew to lose his balance and fall over. His huge breasts pinning him down.
"Wake up, you two, it's time for you to pay your rent damn it." said the voice of the landlord outside their apartment.
"It Mr. Werls! Henry, what we do?" asked Matthew.
"Oh gawd. Don't worry, Matt. I'll, like, take care of it."
"How?" he said, still trying to stand up.
"I don't know. I'll, like...do something."
Still unfamiliar with the way his new body was moving, Henry walked to the front door of the apartment. The whole time his breasts jiggled and his hips swayed back and forth. Taking a deep breath, Henry opened the door.
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"There has to be a better way to pay off the rent." said Matthew.
"Listen, Matt, we don't have much of a choice. This'll be the easiest way to get the money we need right now." said Henry.
"Maybe we can talk our way into gaining an extra week get what we need. We can also find some new jobs then."
"I don't want to hear it, Matt. Come on buddy, we've been through worse together. Besides, in a city like Vegas, how can we not take our chances?"
Matthew Knight and Henry Garfield were twenty-four and twenty-five years old respectively. They had recently lost their jobs due to the video store they worked at going out of business. Living in Las Vegas, Henry had made the decision to head into the casinos to try and win as much as they could to pay off the rent of their apartment. Matthew wasn't too thrilled about the idea, but he couldn't help but go along. The money they needed to pay off the rent was seven hundred dollars and they only had two hundred and fifty. The two friends walked down the Las Vegas Strip and entered the first casino they encountered and went to work.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do," said Henry, "I'm going to head over to the blackjack tables, you take this and try to win big at the slots."
"It's not like I'd have luck in anything else." said Matthew, taking the two hundred dollars Henry gave him.
"Don't worry, man. It's time to win big." Henry slapped his friend on the back.
Walking their seperate ways, Henry approached the closest blackjack table and sat down. Sitting next to him was an older man wearing a white suit and cowboy hat. He appeared to be a stereotypical Texan. In comparison he made Henry look dull in his black collared shirt and khaki pants.
"Ah! So you're my next victim," the man said with a southern accent, "I suggest you back out, son. You don't look like the type of fella to beat my luck."
"Well I say you're luck is about to run out." Henry said, not wanting to appear intimidated.
"Ha ha! That what the last couple sonuvaguns said! Maybe not those exact words, but I reckon you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure."
While Henry's game began, Matthew was just getting started at the slot machines. Looking around Matthew thought he blended in with the crowds here well enough wearing regular street clothes of a t-shirt and jeans. All the rich big time gamblers seemed to be playing poker, blackjack, or roulette. After Matthew exchanged some of his bills for quarters, he sat down at the first slot machine he saw. Sliding a quarter in, Matthew pulled the lever and watche the reels spin.
Seven.... Seven....
"Fourteen huh," thought Henry, thinking of what to do next, "Hit me."
The blackjack dealer gave Henry another card, a six. Henry stayed with the advantage he had. He looked over at the Texan's cards seeing he had eighteen. There's was no way he could win this hand.
"Hm... Hit me." the Texan said, to Henry's surprise.
The next car given to him was a three. He had a total of twenty-one. Henry stared with his mouth gaping. The Texan laughed hard. Henry knew his luck could change though. He wondered if Matthew was having any better luck at the moment. Unfortunately, Matthew wasn't having much luck either. Matthew had pulled the lever of the slot machine ten times already and he was beginning to lose any hope he tried to gather. On his eleventh pull however, he got three cherries on the reels followed by two more successful pulls. Henry was beginning to start a chain wins as well.
"I don't believe it!" said the Texan,
"Looks like you luck's run out old man." said Henry.
"You better watch your tongue son."
"Yeah, sure."
Henry had managed to win back one hundred and thirty-seven dollars and won back triple the amount. The Texan was becoming angry at his vanishing luck. Fortuneately for the him, everything went downhill for Henry with the next few turnouts. He thought he would play it safe but greed got the better of him. Henry ended up losing half of what he gained back. Henry backed out cursing to himself and walked away, hearing the old Texan laugh behind him. He hoped he never ran into him again. Henry was left with two hundred and five dollars, not as much as what he started with. He was dreading the bad news Matthew would have with his winnings. Through the crowds of the casino, Henry noticed Mathew walking towards him. He was holding a bag of what looked like his winnings.
"So, how much did you win?" asked Henry.
"Plenty more than what I had before," exclaimed Matthew, "I got two hundred and thirty dollars here."
"Lucky you," Henry said, annoyed that Matthew did better than him, "That only puts us at four hundred and thirty-five dollars however."
"Well, we can still try the poker tables."
"Hell no! You know niether of us is good at poker."
"So, do we give Mr. Wells what we have and hope he lets us keep the apartment a bit longer?"
"That stubborn landlord hates us too much for that. There's only one thing we can do with this money." Henry began to grin.
"You mean..." Matthew trailed off, knowing what Henry would say.
"That's right, Matt, my old friend. Time to go to the strip club."
Matthew knew this probably wasn't the best decision, especially since they barely had enough money, but it couldn'y hurt to have a short lapdance. The two friends made their way over to the Pole Swingers strip club and sat down in front of the main stage. After seeing three of the girls do their sets and slipping ones and fives into g-strings, Henry and Matthew each decided to get to get some private attention from one of the girls walking around. Henry walked over to a busty blonde and discussed how much a moment of her time would take. Matthew ended up being approached by a thin asian stripper wearing pink star pasties over her small breasts, a white thong showed from her jean cutoffs that revealed he buttcheeks of her nicely rounded rear, and pink four inch platform heels. She lead Matthew into one of the back rooms.
"My name is Emma," said the asian stripper, "What's yours, honey?"
"It's Matthew." he replied.
"Well, Matthew, I'm about to give you the best lapdance a hundred bucks can buy."
"Sounds good."
"Just remember. No touching."
Meanwhile in another private room, Henry was getting his own lapdance. The busty blonde, who introduced herself as Krystal, waved her ass inches away in front of Henry's face. He only wished that no touching policy wasn't in the way of getting to know Krystal a lot better. Gazing at the gyrations of her butt, Henry couldn't help but get a squeeze in. Krstal responded with a small squeal.
"Hey, didn't I tell you there was no touching? Do you want one of the boucers to throw you out?" she threatened.
"Baby, it's a rough time for me right now. How about letting me get in a squeeze here and there?"
"No way," she said, turning around and still dancing, "I've never done that before and I don't plan on letting it happen on my last night here."
"Last night?"
"Yeah, me and my friend Emma have been working here to pay off some college loans." Krystal casually mentioned as she slid off her yellow bikini top.
"College? To think I thought of you as a bimbo." Henry blurted out.
"Well aren't you shallow?"
"Come on, blondie, just a few grabs." he said, ignoring what she had said.
Krystal turned again, away from Henry, giving him the chance to stand up from the chair he sat on and grab Krystal's boobs from behind. She screamed out.
"I could've sworn your boobs would be fake. You're a real natural beauty." Henry said.
"Damn it, get off me!" Krystal said, struggling.
"You know you like it."
"Dwayne!"
In through the door, Henry saw walk in a black man with a muscular body crossing his arms.
"I see there's a problem here." Dwayne the bouncer said in a stern voice.
Matthew was completely unaware his friend was getting a severe beating as he got his lapdance from Emma. She sat on his lap and rotated her upper body, her breasts going in and away from Matthew's face.
"You like this don't you?" asked Emma.
"How can I not?" responded Matthew.
"I thought as much."
"If only your boobs were a little bigger, they'd be smacking my face right now."
"Mine are still great though, right?"
"Well I kind of prefer bigger knockers on women," he said, not thinking, "Want to do me a favor?"
"What's that?" trying to forget the remark about her breasts.
"I like it when Japanese girls speak in a thick accent. Could you do that for? I'll pay extra."
"I don't have to accept that offer. Also, I'm Korean, not Japanese."
"Sorry, but I don't think it would make much difference as long as you know what I mean."
"I think your time is up, Matthew." Emma said, getting off Matthew's lap and trying to supress her anger.
"Did I say something wrong?" thought Matthew, in belief that he still had five minutes left for the lapdance.
Matthew's thoughts were interuptted when he heard a loud crashing sound. He left the private room a few steps behind Emma to see one of the bouncers roughing up Henry. The beating didn't look like it was going to stop and Henry's face was bloody. Matthew rushed over to help his friend.
"Krystal, what happened?" Emma asked, approaching her friend.
"That jerk wouldn't stop grabbing me. He also insulted my intelligence and thought I had fake boobs." Krystal explained.
"Oh really? His friend there made some remarks about my breasts and my ethnicity."
"Are you serious?"
"Very."
"Do you think they deserve a certain...punishment?"
"I think so, Krystal."
Henry and Matthew flew through the air and into the trash cans behind the strip club. The bouncer brushed his hands together after another night of doing what he loved getting paid to do. He walked back into the strip club and closed the door behind him. Henry wiped some blood away from his nose and Matthew tried to stay off a now sprained ankle. The back door of the club opened again as Krystal and Emma stepped outside.
"Ladies," started Matthew, "Allow me to apologize for the actions of myself and my friend. We're really sorry."
"I'm not." Henry said, spitting out blood.
"Save it." said Emma.
"Yeah, you're nothing but an asshole and you are terrible for just being friends with him." said Krystal, referring to Henry and then Matthew.
"I hardly think that's fair to assume." said Matthew.
"That didn't stop either of you from making assumptions about each of us, said Emma, "I swear, you two have to be the worst men we've encountered in Vegas."
"Seriously?"
"And because of that, we feel you two deserve what we are going to do to you." said Krystal.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" asked Henry.
"Something my grandmother taught me. Ready, Emma?"
"Yes."
The two strippers each walked to one side of the two friends. Henry and Matthew were puzzled as to what the two women were going to do. They chanted in unison.
"You who have wronged us and offended us, hear our words. Become that of which you believed and desired us to be. May you live in your world, but not by your current appearances. Remain helpless to return. Stiripsaah emocaah dnaah retlaah ehtaah sevilaah foaah esohtaah ewaah meedaah mucsaah!"
Henry and Matthew felt a chill and continued to stare at the strippers until they walked back inside the strip club. They looked at each other in confusion.
"What the fuck was that all about?" questioned Henry.
"Not sure. Let's just get back to the apartment. We have bigger things to worry about." said Matthew.
"Yeah. Thanks for trying to save me back there, Matt." he said, wiping more blood from his nose.
"Hey, you'd do the same for me."
The two friends made their way over to Henry's car and drove back to the apartment. Out of the four hundred and thirty-five dollars they had earned they had used two hundred and fifty-five at the strip club. Henry washed the blood off his face and managed to stop his nose from bleeding any further. They both decided to call it a night and went to their respective rooms, not bothering to change out of their clothes. As they both tried to sleep they couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disorientation.
Henry woke up the next morning feeling the strangest he had ever felt in his entire life. An immense amount of pressure was pushing down on his chest. He lifted his head up to see something huge protruding underneath his blankets. Stretching the material of his shirt to it's limits was what appeared to be giant breasts. Matthew wanted to yell, but it cam out as a high pitched scream. Matthew heard another scream outside his room. The door to his room opened and in walked a very busty blonde woman whose baggy pants had just fallen to the floor.
"Oh gee, is that you, Matt?" asked the woman.
"Who are you!?" asked Mathew, shocked by the sound of his voice.
"Matt, it's, like, me Henry!"
"You Henry?" he spoke again, knowing something was wrong with his voice.
Matthew jumped out of his bed, feeling the immense breasts on his chest almost cause him to lose balance. He felt his now baggy pants fall to the fall as he joined the blonde woman who claimed to be Henry in front of the mirror in his room. They both lifted their stretched out shirts. Henry gasped in horror while Matthew covered his mouth.
"Oh my gawd! What happened to us!?" said Henry.
"I not understand. Why we rike this?" questioned Matthew.
"Like, how am I supposed to know!? Gee, Matt, you're asian! Your boobies are sooo big! And why are you, like, talking like you have a, you know, thick accent?"
"Me? Why you tark rike bimbo? You right though, I asian! No... I think I Japanese!"
"I bet those stripper bitches are the ones that totally did this to us with, like, that weird chanting and stuff."
"What we gonna do, Henry? We can't ret no one see us rike this!"
A loud knocking startled the two friends, causing Matthew to lose his balance and fall over. His huge breasts pinning him down.
"Wake up, you two, it's time for you to pay your rent damn it." said the voice of the landlord outside their apartment.
"It Mr. Werls! Henry, what we do?" asked Matthew.
"Oh gawd. Don't worry, Matt. I'll, like, take care of it."
"How?" he said, still trying to stand up.
"I don't know. I'll, like...do something."
Still unfamiliar with the way his new body was moving, Henry walked to the front door of the apartment. The whole time his breasts jiggled and his hips swayed back and forth. Taking a deep breath, Henry opened the door.
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
"Wishing on the Bus" and Formspring answers
While I continue to write the next request story for jwargod, I thought I could post this to make up for the lack of captions recently. I've had the idea for this caption since I found the image. I also responded to two Formspring questions from two anonymous people.
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What a sexy blog - how do you do it?
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What a sexy blog - how do you do it?
This blog is possible thanks to my ideas and interests of TG fiction. I figured if I created my own blog I would create more TG fiction with content I preferred in captions and stories, plus I thought it would be great for people who like the same content I do in TG fiction.
When was the first time you found yourself thinking, "I wish I could be a sexy girl?"
It had to be somewhere back in 2004 when I was first finding out about TG fiction. Back then I saw a Mountain Dew commercial where this guy had a remote car key that lead to transforming his friend into a sexy woman. When trying to find the commercial online in a video I could watch it in slow motion, I eventually ran across sites involving TG. I guess it was around this time I began to wonder what it would be like to be female.
From that time I often wondered if my life would have been better if I had been born a girl. I'd also fantasize about turning into a sexy woman or what it would be like possessing women I knew or met. Even though I have these thoughts from time to time, I'm still fine with who I am now and I couldn't imagine my life being better as anyone else. Hopefully I can meet a girl with an interest in TG ficion and be a little more open about this stuff. Another of my fantasies as a woman involved lesbian sex. As far as real life is concerned if there was an actual way, magical or chemical, I could turn into a real woman and still be able to change back to my normal self, I think I would consider it. As of now it is nothing but fantasy.
From that time I often wondered if my life would have been better if I had been born a girl. I'd also fantasize about turning into a sexy woman or what it would be like possessing women I knew or met. Even though I have these thoughts from time to time, I'm still fine with who I am now and I couldn't imagine my life being better as anyone else. Hopefully I can meet a girl with an interest in TG ficion and be a little more open about this stuff. Another of my fantasies as a woman involved lesbian sex. As far as real life is concerned if there was an actual way, magical or chemical, I could turn into a real woman and still be able to change back to my normal self, I think I would consider it. As of now it is nothing but fantasy.
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And now the caption.
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I added a formspring.
I noticed a few other people have this on their blogs and I thought I'd try it out. So if you want to ask anything, it's right there on the left.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
About tf-media.net shutting down.
I just want to express what I felt about that site being shut down. I respect TFguy's decision and the site will be missed due to it having been a good site for a collection of TG fiction and captions. Except now I won't be able to see continuations of The Blob by Bigmouthstrikes. mtac030 also had a good CYOT going.
It's private message system was also the only way anyone could of contacted me since I prefer not giving out any sort of email. On that note I am currently working on another story requested by jwargod. edit: If you want to contact me, you can send me a private message on this site now. http://www.rachelshaven.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1
It's private message system was also the only way anyone could of contacted me since I prefer not giving out any sort of email. On that note I am currently working on another story requested by jwargod. edit: If you want to contact me, you can send me a private message on this site now. http://www.rachelshaven.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Getting Herself Ready
In addition to this caption I decided to rearrange the blog a bit so some of the more larger animated gifs I post in captions don't stretch off into anything on the side. Which means I've added the actual images to these two posts instead of their links.
http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2010/12/always-remember-instructions.html
http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2010/12/experiment.html
I've also added an "Okay" rating below the posts in case you think a caption or story isn't "Good" or "Bad." I hope you all like the way I've moved things around. Enjoy the new caption!
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It has been a month since I had been cursed by that old gypsy. I lost the masculinity I was so proud of and became everything I desired in a woman. At first I was so depressed I didn't think I could go on. My friends and family saw how much distress I was in and decided to help me through it. I honestly never thought I could get used to this body. Now it was time to hit the social scene with a few female friends of mine to see if I could act like the woman I appeared to be. I couldn't believe myself. Applying make up to my lips and eyes, dressing in sexy stockings with a garter belt and zipping up a dress that really shows my curves. I was a beautiful woman and ready for my first night out.
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http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2010/12/always-remember-instructions.html
http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2010/12/experiment.html
I've also added an "Okay" rating below the posts in case you think a caption or story isn't "Good" or "Bad." I hope you all like the way I've moved things around. Enjoy the new caption!
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It has been a month since I had been cursed by that old gypsy. I lost the masculinity I was so proud of and became everything I desired in a woman. At first I was so depressed I didn't think I could go on. My friends and family saw how much distress I was in and decided to help me through it. I honestly never thought I could get used to this body. Now it was time to hit the social scene with a few female friends of mine to see if I could act like the woman I appeared to be. I couldn't believe myself. Applying make up to my lips and eyes, dressing in sexy stockings with a garter belt and zipping up a dress that really shows my curves. I was a beautiful woman and ready for my first night out.
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Friday, April 1, 2011
Unexpected Prank Result
Quick caption for April Fool's Day.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.