Sweet Candy (for realfield)

I knew from the moment that I saw this image, which was admittedly a long while back, that I would use it as a capback for realfield. The way she's looking up at him, her arched back, her position on all fours, it just screamed submission, the type of cap that realfield usually enjoys. Hopefully realfield will like this one!

Transcript: James couldn’t have planned the result any better. Few would believe that the servile bimbo writhing in front of him had once been Carl Jenkins, former Associate Vice President of Gasser Corp. and an ambitious young man who had gotten too aggressive for his own good. Not that he would blame them for failing to recognize Carl, with her marble skin, gorgeous features, and goddess-like figure, Candy, as he had come to nickname her, looked nothing like the man she had once been. No man, after all, had beautiful breasts as she did, or luscious cock sucking lips as she did, or a sweet juicy pussy as she did. Dr. Merkberg had really outdone himself this time. The facial reconstruction, tracheal shave, electrolysis, implants, final surgery and a few other highly experimental but effective procedures had all been his handiwork. The double doses of female hormones had been his idea too.

James was extremely pleased with how Candy had turned out. Dr. Merkberg had done such a good job that even her tight pussy felt indistinguishable from that of a real woman’s. Dr. Merkberg would be receiving an exceptionally generous bonus from him very soon.

“What have you got say for yourself now, Carl, or should I call you Candy? You look as sweet and feel as delicious as a piece now.”

Candy’s resigned whimpers and encouraging moans were indistinguishable from one another as James continued to fuck her newly constructed pussy, “Please Mr. Slade, call me whatever you like, but please don’t stop fucking me. I need to have your big fat cock shoved between my legs, please Mr. Slade!”

“Oh, you got it slut,” James answered as he intensified the pace. He would fuck this bitch over and over again until she could barely walk straight. Then, after he’d had his fun with her, he’d bring her with him to the office to service the other executives, ingeniously letting her serve as a reminder of what would happen to anyone who tried to cross James Slade.

Bedroom Insecurities

Transcript: Sasha could only wait on all fours with her delectable ass up in the air as her friends, Jenny and Laura, each licked one ripe cheek as if grooming her in preparation. Although she couldn’t see him, she knew that some lucky bastard that Jenny and Laura had picked up was also behind her, getting ready to have the time of his life.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” Sasha whispered to her friends apprehensively, “I’m scared!”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, trust me,” Laura whispered back. “We made sure to get a guy who really knew what he was doing. You know how they say it’s not the size that matters, but how he handles it? Well, he’s got a delicious eight inches of eager man meat and he knows how to handle it!”

Sasha yelped at the thought of something so massive being pushed inside of her.

Jenny shot Laura a look. “Look, Sasha, if you want to call it off, it really wouldn’t be that hard to find another guy before the sex change potion wears off, if you change your mind again. It’s a big step to take, sealing the magic inside of you with a man’s seed and committing to be a woman forever. I mean, I think I speak for Laura as well when I say that I was pretty nervous about doing it as well! Giving up one of the largest portions of my identity was absolutely terrifying!”

“It’s not that. I know in my heart that this is what I want. Living out the past few days with you girls, as a girl, has been the most gratifying things I have ever experienced. I feel so lucky to have you girls as friends and more than anything I want this to last, but…” Sasha trailed off.

Jenny waited patiently as Sasha chose her words. Even the usually outspoken Laura was quiet. They both understood what this moment was like for their friend. It had only been a day or two since they’d been in the same position themselves.

“Well…to seal the spell…a guy has to cum inside of me…but I’ve never done this before, what if he doesn’t think I’m pretty, what if I can’t make him cum? I mean who knows how hard it could be to make love to a man and—”

Laura cut her off, “Take it from me Sasha, you’re a total babe, and the only thing hard here right now is that man’s cock, which is harder than fired clay. See for yourself!” Sasha snuck a peek from around her legs. Laura was right. Laura continued, “He wants you so bad that he’s been dripping precum all over the carpet for the last ten minutes from just the sight of you. Of course, our constant teasing hasn’t helped, but I’m surprised he hasn’t exploded already, so if you want his sticky seed, you’ve only but to let him in. He’ll probably hate me for saying this, but I doubt his ready to spurt cock will last anymore than three minutes!”

Laura turned out to be right, again. He barely made it to two minutes, which was just as well since they preferred to lick each other to orgasmic bliss anyways.

A Process of Satisfaction (for Candy aka realfield)

"While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece."

Transcript: Perfect. James Slade felt nothing but satisfaction as he gazed upon the yielding blonde in his bed. Tiffany James called her, though her legal name was something else. Her bleached blonde hair and shapely breasts were likewise no more real than her name. Even her tantalizingly sweet pussy was no more than an extremely well-crafted counterfeit. But no one except for James Slade would ever know. While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Tiffany had been a young man named Carl once. From the moment Carl had been introduced to James, he had begun following James around like a lost puppy. It was natural James supposed. James was everything that most men strived to be: handsome, wealthy, successful, and dominant. Much came from his inheritance, including the genes to his majestically sized body, among other things, and like many others, Carl had flocked to him for direction. In fact, Carl was so eager to please, that turning him into a sissy and had hardly taken any work at all. It had been somewhat disappointing actually; James quite enjoyed the gratification of crushing a man’s will before bending it to his own. Sure, Carl had tried to resist when James had had him injected with feminizing hormones and even cried the first time the James had pounded his tight virgin ass, but only the first time. Countless surgical procedures and untold hours of ‘instruction’ later, the finished product lay before him, awaiting its christening.

Adorned and painted in her very best, Tiffany had accompanied James to a company party earlier in the evening. Though it did not behoove her to stand as his equal, Tiffany had played the part of a well-groomed young lady marvelously well at James’ behest. Here in the privacy of a secluded room however, she could give in to her instincts; James was her master. She had hiked up her dress, removed her panties, and exposed her prize. Tiffany feverishly desired to feel her master’s enormously large cock within her once again, but she was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever James wanted from her, she would give. His pleasure became hers. Tiffany knew that she was her master’s sissy and nothing else could ever make her happier.

A New Dawn (for Dawn)

Here's a caption that I made for Dawn (aka commentator) over at the Haven. Her preferences consisted mostly of "don'ts" which gave me pretty much free reign over what I wanted to do with this story. This is what I came up with. Personally, I am particularly pleased with the layout, it took me awhile to figure out how to put all the text into a caption, but I'm very much liking the design I selected. I may have to return to this style more often!

Transcript: The sun's warm morning rays shone in brilliantly from the large windows that surrounded the room, but even they could not be compared to the radiant smile upon Darrell's face. Was this really real? It still seemed impossible, yet here he, or she as it was now, stood, living proof of the miraculous occurrence. 

Twelve hours ago, he had gone to bed as Darrell, a nondescript young man in his early twenties with an uninteresting career and an even duller love life. Nothing seemed unusual about him which was exactly how he liked it. He had been careful to conceal the forbidden yearning that the world would not look too kindly upon: he wanted to be a woman. For years he'd secretly stockpiled an array of women's clothing, accessories, and beauty products, along with a few other items that most women didn't need. His feminine alter ego lived in secret and was kept quieter than even the most scandalous politician’s affair. It was his dirty little secret. He wanted to wear glamorous gowns and sultry lingerie, to get all dolled up, and draw the admiring gazes of men and women alike. It wasn't that he abhorred being a man, but why be something mediocre when he could be something extraordinary?

And now, he was—extraordinary that is to say the least. How he had come to awake this morning with the body of a brunette goddess was still unknown, but looking back, there seemed to be only one possible explanation. Absurd as it was, the eccentric old lady he'd helped the week before had promised him that his heart's greatest wish would come true in return for his kindness. He hadn't believed her or given much thought to it then, but he sure couldn't stop wondering about her now. As unscientific as it was, it was the only logical conclusion. But that was of little concern, the how was not nearly as important as the now. All that mattered was he was a woman now, and a stunningly ravishing one at that!

It seemed only fitting then that he also cease referring to himself as a man. From this moment forward, he would be no longer Darrell, but Dawn. Dawn breathed in a sigh of satisfaction. She still couldn't quite get over how well the lingerie she had bought so long ago fit her now. Trying on the various garments from her stockpile had been one of the first things she had done, after exploring the bountiful pleasures of womanhood of course. How different the clothes felt now that she possessed the proper form. It was a foreign, but welcome sensation the way her silky corset cupped her lovely breasts, but even more marvelous was the smooth, flat fit of her tiny lace panties. They looked so sexy on her now!

Dawn could feel it. Today would be the start of something amazing. She didn’t know what other surprises the day might bring her, but she could feel that whatever was in store, it would be spectacular. It would be a time for new beginnings and new adventures—a new dawn.

Twenty Seven Minutes

Twenty seven minutes can seem like an eternity under certain conditions. Pain or pleasure? Sometimes it can be both. 

Transcript: Come on David, is that all you have to say for yourself? Oh I’m sorry, I can’t understand you with that big ol’ gag in your mouth. Did you honestly think that you were the only one with magical powers in this relationship? Poor David, if you could only pronounce the counterspell. If only you could remember the counterspell.

Can you feel it David? Your knowledge of magic leaving you? Frustrating isn’t it? Knowing that you’re forgetting something, but unable to recall what? You ought to know. You’ve used the same spell enough times on me. Oh don’t look at me like that. Making you forget how to use magic is the only way for me to make it safe to remove your gag. I can’t keep you gagged forever. What fun would that be? No, your mouth is much better suited to be occupied with other things.

Squirm all you want to David. You can’t wiggle your way out of this one. Tell me, do you think I’m being a mean bitch? Is your punishment too severe? Oh, don’t cry, David. What’s the matter? I thought you liked blondes with big tits. Would you like me to stop? To untie you? To turn you back into a man? Well that’s too bad, because I don’t think you deserve it. You brought this on yourself. Cheating on me with all those other girls? Tsk tsk. A boy like you needs to be taught a lesson.

27 minutes with the vibrator, one minute for every week of infidelity, set on the fifth level of intensity for the five other girls you’ve shared beds with. Endure the pleasure without having an orgasm and I’ll turn you back. That seems pretty generous don’t you think? But orgasm once and I’ll keep you as my pet for a week. You can try again after seven days, but fail three times in a row and I’ll arrange for a real man to show you the depths of womanly bliss. You better hope that none of his cum gets inside of your tight little pussy then. You remember what happens if it does don’t you? That’s right, it means you better get used to leaving the toilet seat down for good. Not to worry though. I’ll make him wear a condom if you’ve behaved. The chances of it breaking are small if put on correctly, though that might be a challenge being that you won’t be allowed to use your hands. But at least all that foreplay will give you a chance to get wet. I’ve only got oil based lube otherwise and you know what they say about oil and latex.

High Stakes Pranksters

Transcript:

Gregory and I met in the second grade when he tied my shoelaces together. I got back at him by tying his shoelaces to his desk. We’ve been friends ever since, but we still love to pull pranks on each other. Of course, the stakes are a bit higher than normal as magic runs in both of our families: we’re both wizards.

This one time for instance, we’d both decided to go try out this new massage and spa place (to be honest, we only went because we’d heard the girls that worked there were super cute) and we’d just put our stuff away in the locker room when Gregory turned me into a girl right on the massage table! Before I could say or do anything though, Gregory had fled the scene. I considered giving chase, but running and screaming down the hallway naked hardly seemed like conduct becoming of a lady and I eventually thought better of it.

With little choice, I decided to stay put and see what else Gregory had in store for me. I soon discovered that Gregory had ordered the ‘intimate care treatment package’ for me. I’m not ashamed to admit, I enjoyed that ‘massage’ very, very much. Retrieving my things from the men’s locker room afterwards on the other hand was a whole other crisis.

I decided to just go for it. I walked in, completely exposed, got my things and left. Never had I ever received that many stares before in my life! Their eyes would’ve undressed me in an instant had I not already been wearing nothing at all. But as frightening as it was, it was also kind of thrilling. The forest of erections that surrounded me felt unexpectedly satisfying. Still, it was not something I intended on experiencing again, if only because I doubted I would be able to control myself a second time.  

When I got home, Gregory’s expression was one of bewildered amusement. I suppose he hadn’t expected me to let the prank go as far as it did. I merely gave him an annoyed glance before heading to my room. I found out later that he had used a scrying spell to watch the whole ordeal so he had seen the whole show. Bastard probably got a hard on watching it too.

But don’t think I let him off that easy! When we went to a bachelor party a couple of weeks later, I turned him into one of the entertainers: a sexy blonde sub. And just for added kink, I became the other half of the duo, her mean sultry dom. Boy was that a fun night! 

How You're Making It Up to Me

As usual, this one turned out to be a lot longer than I originally intended. When I saw the picture, the idea for this story immediately began forming in my head, so I began to write. What started out as a one liner turned into a paragraph and then two and the next thing you know, it's turned into a pretty dense three panel caption. 

At any rate, this is probably one of the few magical transformations you'll see from me for awhile as magic is usually not really my thing, but I really quite enjoyed writing this one. Who knows, maybe inspiration will strike again! 

As usual, comments are always welcome!

Transcript: “Oh dear,” Tim muttered as he stopped short, noticing the open book in Ron’s hand.

Two months ago, Tim had discovered a mysterious book of spells in the attic, but it hadn’t been until three weeks ago that he and Ron had finally mustered up the courage to try it. Acting impetuously, Tim had cast the first spell that caught his eye. Unfortunately, a few mispronunciations had altered the effects from helping him get a gorgeous girl to turning his roommate, Ron, into a gorgeous girl. To make matters worse, their efforts to find a way to reverse the spell had come failed. Luckily however, according to the spell book, the magic would last for only thirty days, after which the spell would be broken. Left with no choice, there was little they could do but to wait it out.

Unknown to Ron however, a few days after the mishap, Tim had actually discovered a counter to undo the spell, but the revelation was kept secret. Upon finding the reversal spell, Tim realized that over the course of the past few days, he had come to quite enjoy having Ron around as a girl. Even though he knew that the sultry brunette strutting around the house was his roommate Ron, that didn’t change the fact that Ron still had the body of a total sexpot. And since the change had been an accident, there was no harm in letting the spell take its due course was there? Ron had seemed to adjust quite well, accepting the fact that he would be stuck as a girl for thirty days, even seeming happier for it. In fact, he had even obtained a whole new wardrobe and had recently taken to parading around in nylon encased legs and revealing lingerie, a habit that Tim did not mind at all. And thus, Tim had reasoned that what Ron didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, and so Ron wouldn’t know. Unfortunately, it looked like all that was  about to change.

“Well hello there, I’ve been waiting for you to get home,” Ron paused for a moment, then continued as Tim stayed silent.

“I’ve been doing some reading. It’s amazing what you can find out when you open a good book. In fact, I may have even found the very reversal spell we had so much trouble finding when this all started. You’ll never guess where I found it: on a torn out page hidden in this book. Odd isn’t it, that it would be hidden in such a place? But you already knew that didn’t you?”

“Ron, I’m so sorry, please let me explain—“

“Save it, Tim. I don’t want to hear it. You held out on me, but you know what? I’m not mad. I’m not mad at all and do you know why?”

Tim began to think, but Ron cut him off before he could answer, “Because you’re going to make it up to me…in a very special way…”

Tim smiled nervously, “Of course Ron, I’ll make it up to you, just name it.”

Resting confidently in the rustic seat as if it were a throne, Ron spread wide her now long slender legs, offering Tim an uninhibited view of her sweet slit.

“Do you like what you see? I know you do. I’ve seen the awkward walk you do around me to hide your arousal. You’d love to play with a pussy like mine wouldn’t you? To fondle these breasts and caress this body? Well guess what? I found the spell. Oh yes, the very same one that started this whole mess in the first place. I even discovered some of the finer details that we failed to notice the first time. For instance, did you know that there is a way to make the spell permanent?”

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t I understand what you want,” Tim stammered. He really hoped that he hadn’t already done something to accidentally turn Ron into a woman permanently, thereby incurring greater wrath, or worse, that Ron wanted to turn him into a woman permanently, or both!   

Ron held him in a seductive gaze, powerful enough to melt metal, “I want nothing more than what you already want. Over the course of the past couple of weeks, I have come to truly find myself and as a result, I have decided that I wish to remain as I am, as a woman, forever. However, in order to accomplish that, I need something of you.”

A wave of relief washed over Tim, “Oh thank goodness, so you’re not going to punish me by turning me into a woman as well?”

“Heavens no! I have a very different use in mind for you. You see, in order to seal the magic of the spell, I require a very special ingredient to be applied within me, the seed of a man. Now the wine glass on the table, do you see it? I want you to—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tim interrupted Ron as he deduced what Ron wanted him to do, “you want me to masturbate into a wine glass so that you can use my cum to seal the spell!?”

“Would you let me finish? On the table you’ll also find a bottle of vintage port. I want you to pour yourself a glass. White port wine is said to be a potent aphrodisiac and you’ll need all the help you can get.”

Tim was at a loss once again, “Are you saying…um asking me to…so you want me to do what?”

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Long, hard, and deep. I want you to part my ready lips and impale me with your eager shaft. I want you to make me scream for more as I reach the throes of ecstasy, urging you to cum inside of me, but not just once, but multiple times, over and over again, all night long, until you are completely spent. Although once should be sufficient to seal the spell, it is better to be safe than sorry, hence why at sunset the next day, we will begin again, and each night after that until my thirty days have passed. So what are you waiting for Tim? I can see your cock struggling to burst free and if my pussy were any wetter, it would drip, so come over here and slide that cock within me already!”

Hot 'N Heavy Workout

Here's a quickie!

 Transcript: Since being transformed by a vengeful ex-girlfriend that also happened to be a witch-in-training, Andy has since begun to take an increased interest in exercise, particularly cardio. Not only is cardio great for maintaining a flawless figure, but also for increasing heart health.

These days, Andy usually hits the gym in her favorite white fitness catsuit several times a week, much to the delight of the male regulars. She typically plays coy, but always makes sure to give them a show as she strains and gets out of breath. Then, when she finds that she’s become too hot—or too horny—for her clothes, she’ll pick the first muscular hunk that catches her eye where it counts and take him somewhere else where they can both do something that’ll give their hearts a special workout.

A Process of Satisfaction

While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Transcript: Perfect. James Slade felt nothing but satisfaction as he gazed upon the yielding blonde in his bed. Tiffany James called her, though her legal name was something else. Her bleached blonde hair and shapely breasts were likewise no more real than her name. Even her tantalizingly sweet pussy was no more than an extremely well-crafted counterfeit. But no one except for James Slade would ever know. While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Tiffany had been a young man named Carl once. From the moment Carl had been introduced to James, he had begun following James around like a lost puppy. It was natural James supposed. James was everything that most men strived to be: handsome, wealthy, successful, and dominant. Much came from his inheritance, including the genes to his majestically sized body, among other things, and like many others, Carl had flocked to him for direction. In fact, Carl was so eager to please, that turning him into a sissy and had hardly taken any work at all. It had been somewhat disappointing actually; James quite enjoyed the gratification of crushing a man’s will before bending it to his own. Sure, Carl had tried to resist when James had had him injected with feminizing hormones and even cried the first time the James had pounded his tight virgin ass, but only the first time. Countless surgical procedures and untold hours of ‘instruction’ later, the finished product lay before him, awaiting its christening.

Adorned and painted in her very best, Tiffany had accompanied James to a company party earlier in the evening. Though it did not behoove her to stand as his equal, Tiffany had played the part of a well-groomed young lady marvelously well at James’ behest. Here in the privacy of a secluded room however, she could give in to her instincts; James was her master. She had hiked up her dress, removed her panties, and exposed her prize. Tiffany feverishly desired to feel her master’s enormously large cock within her once again, but she was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever James wanted from her, she would give. His pleasure became hers. Tiffany knew that she was her master’s sissy and nothing else could ever make her happier.