Just a Lollipop (For sarinedavis)

I made this cap for sarinedavis over on the Caption Trading area of the forums at Rachel's Haven. It was the first caption trading I've done so I was a bit nervous when I posted it, but it all turned out well!

Anything at All

I'd Like To, But...

Things to Worry About

Enjoy Yourself

All That Matters (For realfield)

Just Trying to Help

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.

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.

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! 

Short for Veronica (For RMP42661)

Another capback that I owed at the Haven. This was surprisingly quick and easy to write. She mentioned that she particularly liked it when the victim of the transformation was still dressed in their male clothes, so this is what I came up with! It's somewhat ironic, but this is probably one of my shorter caps (of this recent string). Hope ya'll like it!

Transcript: Great, how was Ron ever going to explain how he’d gotten into this mess? His big presentation was only a few hours away and everyone, his boss, his colleagues, and the customers, were all expecting Dr. Ron Boettcher to make the pitch. 

Only except Dr. Ron Boettcher’s body had been stolen from him and was somewhere out there wandering the streets of Chicago, whilst his mind was trapped within the form of a foxy young redhead. He should’ve known better than to trust her when she’d first approached him in the hotel bar, after all, what could a young attractive girl really have to want from a middle aged man like him? But she’d been so warm towards him and she was so very pretty, so when she suggested that he take her up to see his room, he hadn’t even given it a second thought. 

Once behind closed doors however, her demeanor suddenly changed as she swiftly injected him with some sort of immobilizing agent. The last thing that he remembered before she knocked him out was the sneer on her face and her taunting voice, revealing that she had been hired by a rival company to ensure that he would not be making the presentation. 

When he came to, he was surprised to still be in his hotel room. He had been almost certain that the girl had intended to kill him. When he discovered just what she had done to him however, he almost wished that she had. He was now in her body, how was he going to give the presentation now? In desperation, he’d even attempted to put on one of his shirts and a tie to see if he might still be able to somehow pull it off, but his new figure was clearly not intended to be hidden behind a shirt. There was no mistaking that he was a girl. If he wanted to retain any semblance of professionalism, he would have to find some new clothes. That meant getting a blouse, a jacket, a skirt, pantyhose, and heels, the whole nine yards. He was not looking forward to it, but what other option did he have left? Maybe he could convince his audience that “Ron” was a nickname, short for Dr. Veronica Boettcher…

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!

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.

All That Matters

This is a style of cap that I don't do too often, forced sissy slave type situations, but I owed realfield a capback over at Rachel's Haven and this is the story that I came up with. Some parts were surprisingly easy to write, but I did often find myself wondering at certain points where to go from there. Let me know what you think! I owe her another capback as well so you may see another of similar style coming out soon!