Guest Cap: Still Single

This one has a wonderfully evil twist. It is a gift from Crystal over at Rachel's.

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My original cap to her can be found here.

Read all about it! Man transformed into a woman!

Lisa,

I do understand what you are doing, you know, I do.

I could say I was sorry for cheating on you, that I caused you so much grief and anger, but right now I unable to feel anything but rage against you. What you have done to me is in no way comparable to my betrayal.

All right, so you caught me in flagrante with Samantha Brace, the buxom slut from Idaho!

There I was, the distinguished CEO, father of one, ramming my dick into my secretary, and you just stood there, seeing your world fall apart.

This is what power does to a man, you know. Deep down we are still apes, trying to become the alpha male, the top of the tribe, and when we do make it to the top of the ladder we want to mate with as many females as possible.

That's not an excuse; that's an explanation.
It's just evolutionary logic, and you, the great medical doctor, should understand that.

Instead you had Columbian gangsters kidnap me and ship me to Columbia.

Or at least, that's where I think I am. I don't see many people here, but those I see speak Spanish, mostly.

The house is out in the wilderness somewhere. I doubt if I would get anywhere, even if I found a way to get outside the fence. I would probably die of hunger, or been eaten by wild animals. I am not stupid, after my first futile attempts at escape I stopped trying.

I tried to resist the treatment. I had to, for the sake of my self respect and my self worth as a man, but it didn't help. There were always more of them than me, and they weakened me with drugs.

Now, of course, I am no match for a strong man. I am sure that was one of the lessons you wanted to teach me.

The operating theater is in the basement. State of the art. Clean. I got my first shot of my "medicine" down there.

It didn't make much of an impression at first, but when by beard stopped growing and my chest started to change, I definitely took notice.

It was after the first "drug attack" that I started to grasp what they were up to, or what you were up to, I should say. Only you have the medical expertise to pull this off.

When I woke up one morning, with the worst drug induced hang-over you could think of, I noticed that nearly all my body hair had gone. They had used both wax and electrolysis, I believe, because my skin was smooth as a baby's ass.

My beard was gone, as where my old clothes. All I found were panties and a pink dress.

Oh yeah, they were trying to change me into a girl, all right. I yelled, I fought, I destroyed furniture, but to no avail. The same evening they forced a new shot of your hormone cocktail into me, and a new one the next. And the next. And the next...

By the eight week, I had developed breasts. My skin was getting softer and more sensitive, and I grew a fatter and more prominent ass. I had horrible mood swings, and I started to cry myself to sleep.

I never cry!

Your behavioral therapy was a stroke of genius. Giving me DVDs with woman oriented porn, chick flicks, fashion magazines, Cosmo, romance novels. I had nothing to do but go through that crap, and I know now that it affected me.

As did your night time hypnotic tapes.

Oh yeah, I noticed. There were barely noticeable female voices whispering to me things like "I want to become a sensual woman. I love sensual lingerie. I want to serve my man in humility. I want feel a hard dick inside me."

By the third month I had to ask for a bra. My tits had reached a D cup.

You know, I couldn't help it. I was totally fascinated by them. If anything, it was those two mounds of flesh that made my change real to me.

For me breast had always been the utmost sign of womanhood. Yeah, I admit it, I was a tits and ass kind of guy. Which is why, of course, I was banging Samantha in the first place.

Now I had two of my own, and I couldn't stop touching them.

It was the feelings I got from touching those stiff nipples that started my new fantasies. Fantasies of having someone suck them, bite them, play with them. Women, at first. Sexy, buxom women like myself. But after four months I had to stop myself from including men in those day dreams.

At night, I had rough dreams of being violated, penetrated, and fucked by men, and I always woke up aroused and confused and with cum on my stomach.

That's when you introduced Herman. Strong, hard and stupid Herman.

He is definitely not Columbian and his English is as bad as his Spanish. He is not the kind that talks a lot. One day he just walked into my bedroom, tied me face down on the bed, lubricated my ass and started to fuck me. God, that hurt! From then on I was his bitch.

The last day of the fifth month, I believed I could hear you voice. I was sure it was you, but I could not find you.

Instead I was drugged again, and when I woke up I was tied to the bed to stop me from hearting myself. My crotch had bandages and someone had inserted a catheter.

I was in pain for days, and delirious with fever. I was castrated and emasculated, and you had brought in some expert from Thailand, I believe, to give me a vagina.

I have healed now, and I am indistinguishable from a natural woman. Herman is so pleased. He has now three holes to stick his dick into now, and he is fucking me daily.

I am starting to like it now, which has made me realize that your victory is complete.

There is nothing left of the man inside me. I no longer feel a need to conquer women. I have become the passive one, harboring girly dreams of a prince coming to save me, hold me, comfort me. That will never happen, of course, which is why I have begged them to send you this message.

I am not asking for your forgiveness. I am not out to get revenge. I just want to get out of here. To go home. I want to see my kid, as a stranger maybe, but still. I want to live a normal life, a boring life, as a woman, as fate will have it.

I am not going to bother you. If you can get me new identity papers, I'll find myself a job and a place to live.

But whatever you do, at least stop the treatment. They continue to give me the hormone shots and my breast are still growing.

Herman is beside himself of joy and has clearly convinced the doctor to increase the dosage, but I am getting scared. My libido is through the roof, my back hurts and they find it hard to get me bras in the right sized.

If nothing else, please let them stop the treatment.

Paul(a)

Paula,

I got your message. The treatment continues. I am not satisfied until you have become one of the whores you like so much.

The hypnosis therapy and the hormones will change you into a sex craving slut, and not the peaceful and modest woman you dream about.

In two months you will be moved over to a brothel in Nevada. Then, and only then, will your tits and ass stop growing.

By then you will have become an sex goddess of a woman, whit a body that will make men pay anything to fuck you.

You will serve their clients of the Pink Pussy Club for the next ten years. When that period is up I will send you your identification papers. Not before.

I am sure you will have saved up enough money by then to keep you through old age.

I have spent a lot of time and money on this, Paula. It has been worth every penny!

L

Images courtesy of the higly recommended Realitykings.com.

Guest Cap: Know-it All

Here's a sweet techno cap I got from wakkawakke200 over at Rachel's Haven.

Wakkawakka? Must be Hawaiian!

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Here is the text:

Alan was a bit of a "know-it-all" in his family. He always knew why something was the way it was, and got a bit peeved when people didn't listen. Coming home after a busy day at work showing everyone the basic functions of the new computer system at work, he was none to pleased to be asked to fix his mother's computer again.

"Mom, I told you a hundred times to stop clicking on all those pop-ups!"

"I am sorry honey, it just wouldn't go away," she replied, secretly smiling.

Sighing to himself Alan clicked the computer on to notice a small window showing a confirmation window. As he went to dispose of it the windows displayed the message "Thank you, Jessica".

Alan did not understand the message and went to click it away when the mouse tumbled off the table.

Picking the mouse up, Jessica could only look at her mum and ask: "Mum, why won't the computer work? I need to get on to check my MySpace account! I need to know if Beth is gonna meet me at the mall tomorrow!"

Thanks to wakkawakka200!

Bright Beauty

Hey there!

My name is Akemi. It means Bright Beauty in Japanese. I am 18 years old and go to school here in Tokyo.

I know why you noticed me. I used to be like you once, a long time ago.

No, it's true! I was a Swedish business man, trying desperately to get a contract with Toyota.

God, I was stupid!

I knew nothing about how to behave myself, and started negotiating before the exchange of business cards. I ate my sushi with a knife and a fork and made a total ass of myself during karaoke.

I thank the gods for the local Toyota representatives who helped me to a better life.

They brought me to a local soapland, you see, where one of the female companions gave me a nourishing bath. She knew the magic of womanhood, and the water turned me into the school girl you see now.

I was pretty upset as first, as you may imagine, but she taught me how pleasurable it can be to be a woman, and there is no way I will go back to being a man now. Not that I can, mind you!

One of the Japanese business men had no children, so he and his wife adopted me and taught me Japanese.

I used to be like you. Big, hairy and ugly, with no elegance or beauty.

Listen! I can take you to the soapland if you want to.

I would very much like to have you as a sister you know. You can be my butterfly, Cho! And we can read manga together.

And I think you would like my friend Akio. He is such a gentle boy...

Images from Erotic Japan.

The model is Kanan Kawai, and there is, of course, no similarity between her and the main character of this story.

This cap was made for venatus over at Rachel's Haven.

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Heaven is a warm tit

No less than two boy to girl transformations, an age regression and lots of sex. This is what this site is about!

The lamp fell to the floor.

“You are a genie?” Tom and I spoke at the same time. The figure that had appeared before us looked like something out of the Arabian Tales. “Truly I am, and since Frank was the one that found me, I will grant him three wishes.”

As nearly all hormone driven male teenagers I thought about nothing but sexy girls with big tits. Correction: Huge tits. “I want a woman that loves me of all of her heart, I said. Secondly, I want her to have big tits, so that I can touch them, kiss them and suckle them whenever I want.”

I remembered my hatred of school: “And finally, I want to live a life without care together with this woman.”

“It shall be done” the genie answered and left.

Nothing happened. At first.

“Nah, he was a fake,” Tom said and fetched himself a beer. I sat down in the sofa beside him and turned on the TV.

Suddenly Tom gasped: “Woow, this feels strange,” he said. “It is as if there is a current running through my body!”

He started to change before my eyes. First it was as if he was shrinking in the sofa. Then other body parts started to expand.
He developed a curvy, voluptuous butt in just a few minutes. He had a rather feminine face already, but now it was definitely turning into the one of a beautiful young woman.

He grew dark brown silky hair that fell down to his shoulders. “Oh please help me, Frank. I am turning into a woman!” he screamed with a new girlish voice.

The genie was nowhere to be found, and I only sat there, mesmerized, holding his new, small, hand.

He grabbed his crotch, trying to salvage his jewels, but to no avail. The look on his face told me clearly that he now had a vagina. He was a woman, and when her boobs started to grow, I realised that this was the woman the genie had promised me.

Finally her clothes changed as well. She now had a small green top and a miniskirt. Sh, care looked down at herself, bewildered. "Frank, what is happening to me?"

"I believe the genie has turned you into the girl of my dreams," I replied. And she was indeed a vision from a dream. "You look beautiful," I said. "You are beyond belief."

Somehow her bodily changes also started to make an impact on her psyche. Her hands started to wander over her body. She touched her hair, carefully. She put a strand of hair up to her nose to smell and feel it, and it looked like liked what she found.

She cupped her ample breasts, which was far from easy given their size. She made a little sound when one hand brushed a stiff nipple. "It feels good, Frank," she said. "This body sings to me! I am this body, Frank, I am this woman. I truly am a woman. I want to be this woman."

"That's good, my friend," I said. What was I supposed to say. And I have to admit that she started to turn me on. Was I truly sexually aroused by Tom? I felt more than a little confused. But she is a woman now, I said to myself. She truly is the most sexy woman I ever seen.

Tom -- Tammy? -- looked at me with love in her eyes. “You have always been my best friend, Frank,” she said. "Now my feelings for you are stronger than ever." She tore her top off and offered her huge breasts to me.

I kissed them, grabbed them, squeezed them, and suckled them with great eagerness. I took of my clothes and grabbed her ass and mounted her from behind. Fondling her magnificent breasts i let my penis slip into her wet vagina. God, it felt good. I could feel her vaginal muscles try to hold on to my dick.

"Tell me that you love me, Frank," she moaned. "Tell me that I am your woman!"

"You are my woman, " I moaned. And I understood now that she truly was my woman, and that we belonged together.

I fucked her hard and long, and when I finally came it felt like something out of another world.


“Oh, you are such a great lover,” she told me, when I finally rested on her arm. "We are as one now."

My face was buried deep in her left breast. “Taste my nipples” she commanded. I did, and suddenly my mouth was filled with a warm, sweet, deliciously tasting liquid.

"My God, you are lactating!" I said. "You cannot possibly be pregnant already?"

She ignored the question. This was clearly all part of the magical process of change.

“Hmmmm,” she said and moaned, climbing towards another series of orgasms. “Suck them hard,” she said. “It feels so good when you do that!”

I knew I shouldn’t. This was indeed dangerous magic, but I could not help myself and it was as if I had no care in the world.

Whatever happened Tammy would take care of me, feed me, comfort me.

I started to shrink. I was no longer 20. My body hair disappeared. My dick started to shrivel up. My testicles retracted up into my body. My skin grew soft and puffy. I was turning into a girl as well.

I tried to stop suckling, but it was as if my mouth had a will of its own, and the milk filled my body with peace and a profound sense of comfort.

My body was now one of a six year old girl, a five year old, no, a four year old!

“I love you my little girl,” Tammy purred, caressing me. I had trouble focusing, and I found it hard to speak.

“Ghagh!” I said. “Ghrrrlgh!” But I stopped struggling. With my toothless mouth full of soft, juicy, nourishing, breasts, I was in heaven.

So why fight it? Mother will care for me.

The images of the model is taken from Bignaturals, a site I find very inspiring, indeed. There is of course no relationship between the model depicted, the baby and this work of ficiton.

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