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"I started believing in magic again at the age of twenty one, when my ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be a witch, decided to punish me by transforming me into the most alluring siren you had ever met." 

Transcript: I stopped believing in magic at the age of eight when I discovered that magicians were nothing but lying tricksters. I started believing in magic again at the age of twenty one, when my ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be a witch, decided to punish me by transforming me into the most alluring siren you had ever met. She turned me into a teenage boy’s walking wet dream. 

It was supposed to teach me a lesson, to help me understand a relationship from the female’s point of view and to help me see the error of my ways. My ex was fed up with the way I still lusted after other women and was even more repulsed at the fact that I had the gall to suggest a threesome. 

The change was never meant to be permanent, but due to a slight miswording of the spell on her part and due to the fact that I may or may not have slept with a multitude of men during my supposedly temporary tenure as a woman ( and before you say anything, you try being in the body of a voluptuous sex goddess whilst retaining the frenzied sex drive of a man), the magic was sealed within me and I became stuck in the body of a Playboy centerfold forever.  

My ex and I split up shortly after and I went through a string of boy toys before finally meeting my current boyfriend, Jack. In some ways, my ex has succeeded in her attempts to change me. These days, I no longer leave the toilet seat up, pay much attention to sports, or go out with the guys for drinks. Ironically, one of the few things that hasn’t changed is exactly what she set out to correct in the first place. I still find other girls quite attractive and I still can’t seem to keep my eyes, or hands among other things if they’ll let me, off of them. Unlike my ex however, Jack doesn’t seem to mind my passions one bit.

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! 

Wild 48

Well first, how about it! I finally got around to doing a possession style cap! Inspiration rarely strikes me in that department and I don't get much practice writing them, so we'll have to see how this one turns out.

Some you who are keener might be a bit confounded by the name of this caption because the number preceding it is "31", which doesn't match the current trend (I'm currently on "150"). If you notice however, there is no "31" on this site (a few other numbers are missing as well). This is because I actually started this caption a long, long time ago, but I never finished it and therefore also never published it. The unfinished caption however, kept bugging me, so I finally got around to doing just that. So here it is! The #31 that almost never was!

 

 

Transcript: The spell had worked! He now had a full forty eight hours in the body of Maria Rivera, the hottest girl in the entire school! He was still trying to soak it all in. So this was what it was like to be her. It still seemed strange to watch as the luscious brunette continued to follow his every move in the mirror. Despite the awkwardness he felt, her fine lithe limbs continued to carry themselves gracefully, always settling in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement. It was almost as if she couldn’t be anything but beautiful.

He still couldn’t quite believe that he was now inside Maria’s body, literally. ‘Maria’s’ hands wandered towards her burgeoning breasts, caressing them gently as her gaze drifted elsewhere. She had a cute butt. It was certainly no wonder why every boy in the school was just dying to try and get her attention and here he was getting to be her! The thought sent an electrifying chill resonating throughout her entire body. She giggled, and then abruptly stopped as she paused to admire the sultry sounds of her own voice before breaking out into laughter once more.

She couldn’t decide what to do next. There were so many things she wanted to try, but so little time! Perusing through ‘her’ closet, she was quite satisfied to find that there appeared to be apparel for every occasion, including some for when none were required. Only one thing was certain, this weekend was sure to the wildest forty eight hours of both his and her lives! At least…until next weekend!

Dare to Hope

A slightly more uncharacteristic cap for me, I usually end these caps on a happy note but for some reason, ending this on her pensive mood just seemed right to me. I suppose I'll let you imagine what happens next. The name of the character was actually inspired by Jane Eyre (a novel I'm reading for a class at the moment) and her pensive mood seems to fit just perfectly.

Transcript: It’d worked! Tom looked out the window anxiously as he awaited the familiar sight of Greg’s dark blue SUV to roll up the driveway. The two them had been good friends ever since grade school and had shared in many of life’s surprises together, but tonight, Tom had a new one for Greg.

Greg was one of the few people in the world that knew about Tom’s gender identity struggle and one of the even fewer that had still accepted him in spite of it. In fact, ever since Tom had told him about his femme side, Jane, Greg offered only support and friendship, but Tom longed for more. Greg was tall, strong, loving, and handsome, so incredibly handsome, but always attracted to the wrong type of girl. Tom didn’t want to be just any girl, Tom wanted Jane to be Greg’s girl, and Jane knew that she could make him happy, but Greg had said that he couldn’t see a future for them together.

A silky cascade of marvelous chestnut hair flowed across her back as she glanced out the window once more. The purple elixir had worked marvelously, peeling back the layers by fully and permanently transforming her into the girl that she had always known was on the inside. She was, by all respects now, a genetic girl, completely natural, no more silicone or latex, one hundred percent female, but she was only still a girl. She hoped that tonight would be the night that she would be made a woman. 

She wondered if her new condition might change things between her and Greg. She hoped it would. Maybe he would be able to see her now for who she really was. Perhaps this could be the start of a wonderful life. Maybe this would be her happily ever after. Maybe, maybe not. Nothing was certain, but she could dare to continue to hope.

Payback's a Bitch (For Evie)

A capback, again! This time for the naughty and deliciously devious Evie!

Originally, the story for this cap was part of another, an offshoot if you will, but once I got to writing it, I quickly realized that it was a story all on its own. It was also at that point that I realized that this kind of story was a very prototypical "Evie" cap. That was when I decided to turn this into a cap for her! From there, my fingers flew across the keyboard and my most difficult and time consuming portion of this cap was once again the design. The story was actually finished on Monday evening, but I just hadn't had the time to put it all together yet. Hope she likes it!

Transcript: Thought it’d be cute to turn your ex-boyfriend into a girl so that he’d disappear? I must admit I was overcome at first, but that handsome well-hung stud, Jared, that you dumped me for and then sent to crush me into the ground, opened my eyes to new possibilities. I bided my time, watched, waited, and learned a new thing or two along the way, including the very magical powers that you used to turn my life upside down. I’m merely returning the favor. 

Ooh, does it mortify you to watch as the spell gradually morphs my body into yours and yours into another? By the time Jared gets back, he won’t even suspect a thing. As you can see, I already have your voluptuous hourglass figure, your perfect hemispherical breasts, and your shapely round ass. My voice is even beginning to sound more like yours too, breathier, sultrier, and simply oozing sex. Mmm, Evie sounds so much nicer than Adam...

But the process isn’t just physical, I’m also gaining access to your mind. Mmm, I can even feel the sensations as your memories flow into me, they’re so vivid it’s almost as if I was actually experiencing them right now. Oh god! Oh my goodness, that was amazing! Please tell me you remember having more wonderful orgasms! Wait, that’s different, oh wow, you are a naughty girl! I never knew that about you…and I guess Jared doesn’t either…Damien and Paolo? And is that Bianca, Damien’s wife, at another point too? Hell, I don’t blame you, she’s gorgeous! 

You were a wicked little temptress weren’t you? Always getting what you wanted, from anyone and everyone? Well guess what, I get to be that manipulative seductress now and after a few more spells, you’ll be reduced my docile little pet. 

Oh, would you look at that, your lingerie fits me like a glove, who would’ve guessed? I am you after all. I have your looks, your memories, and as much as it pains me to admit it, your personality. It’s just too much fun being a Machiavellian bitch, having men to dote on me, women to envy me, and lovers to satisfy me, but that isn’t even the best part. Those months I spent working in the brothel you tried to keep me in provided a unique education on pleasure, of which I was an extremely talented student. So when Jared comes home tonight, I will strip him slowly and make you watch as I fuck him right in front of you, powerless to do anything about it. You’ll be forced to listen as he compliments me on how good my pussy feels, how skilled I am, and how that that was the best fuck of his life. You’ll want to scream and shout, to tell him that I’m not who he thinks I am, that I’m just an imposter, but my spell will have sealed your lips and he will never know. 

Then when I’m through with him, I’ll discard him as you did me, but don’t think that I intend on letting you off that easy. Day after day, night after night, lover after lover, you’ll be forced to watch as I bask in the eternal bliss of orgasmic pleasure, pretending to be you and no one the wiser. And I’ll continue to be you, as long as it holds my interest…which judging from the already massive but still ever growing wardrobe of yours, could be a very, very long time…

Tiffany's First

Transcript: “Feels good doesn’t it?” Tim’s girlfriend Sasha cooed behind him. 

Tim could only barely mumble out a reply between his moans as his girlfriend simply looked on in amusement. Losing the bet had meant that his girlfriend could do whatever she wanted with him for twenty four hours. Of course, the fact that he had a witch for a girlfriend had certainly made things a lot more interesting. This wasn’t the first time that he had been turned into a girl, but it was his first time, albiet by a strap-on, and also the most pleasurable. This was undoubtedly turning into the best bet he had ever lost.

The sensations were incredible. Feeling ever inch of Sasha’s well lubricated strap-on sliding into his body’s virgin pussy, stimulating pleasure centers he never even knew existed before. He could feel the pleasure building, like a warm pressure in his nether regions. He squealed to Sasha to go harder and faster as he moved his hips rhythmically to meet her thrusts.

His girlfriend teased him as she watched him respond, “Like it now do we? Ooh, look at you, taking it like a pro. You know, I do believe that you’re a natural. Good thing too, since I already called Tommy over, you know his reputation don’t you?” 

Tim’s eyes widened visibly in an expression of shock, a strap-on was one thing but—

Sasha continued, “Of course you do. You didn’t really think that this strap-on was all we’d be up to now did you? This was just a warm up, for the real thing. I wanted to make sure you were all wet and ready for him. Tommy’s got a little fetish for threesomes you see and I owe him a favor, so tonight, Tommy’s going to get to have the two of us. The real trick though is on him, he doesn’t know who you really are! And as long as you moan and squeal like a little whore, he won’t ever know! So be a good little girl and act, if you need to, though I highly doubt it, like you enjoy it whilst he’s fucking your brains out, alright? Oh, and one more thing, we can’t be calling you Tim for awhile, now can we? How about Tiffany? I think the name suits you. So how about it Tiffany, are you ready to try the real thing?”

Just Trying to Help

What I hope to be a rather humorous take on the classic inadvertent transformation scenario! Also, please note that this is a monologue, just in case you're getting confused and saying "the dialogue doesn't make sense!" (I've definitely done that before :P). On a side note, this is probably one of my more favorite caps that I've made recently, hope you guys enjoy it too!

Transcript: Oh, thank god you’re home, Matt! Listen, you’ve got to help me, it’s me, Jake!
Yeah, I know I don’t look like myself right now, that’s sort of why I need your help. So I was ogling some really weird hot chick at the grocery store today when she caught me and cast some sort of spell to turn me into this!
Of course I know I sound crazy, but it’s really me! She said she hoped that this experience would teach me a lesson and that I would be stuck like this, as a girl, until either a year and a day had passed or until I fucked a guy and let him cum within me!
Now I know that this is asking a lot, but I really need a place to stay until I can figure this all out, you know the frat house would freak, or worse, if they ever found out! I was also hoping you’d let me borrow some of your ex-girlfriend’s stuff as well, my clothes just somehow disappeared on me and being naked is only making having this new body worse!
What do you mean, “It’ll be my pleasure to help you out in every way I can”?
What are you doing? Zip it back up, put it away! Do not—don’t you dare think I’m letting that thing near me! There is no way that thing is going inside of me!
Only trying to help, my ass!
No!! My ass is off limits too!

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.

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