TGTF Cap: The Purrincess

Img source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/50924184
Artist: ももいろね

I can't think of much to say about this one. I wanted to write a wholesome catgirl tg caption. Though I had fun doing it, I feel like the writing and the flow of the story are a little clunky.
I also had a damn busy week, and almost forgot to upload something today. glad i remembered just in time
Caption number 64.

Prince Simo let out a shocked gasp as he noticed something while looking at his face in the mirror. As his face had always looked somewhat androgynous, it was subtle. But there was no doubt about it. His face was definitely looking just a little more feminine and round than it had this morning. His nose was slightly smaller, and his eyes a little bigger. Even the small scar on his chin was fading. It was obviously caused by magic, and he figured that it was most likely trying to turn him into a girl.

After hesitating for a short moment, he begins to gather his own magic in his hand. While he does, he tries to figure out how this started. He had gone on a hunting trip earlier today, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened during that, and no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't think of any other events during which it could have happened. Figuring that out wasn't his priority right now though, he had to reverse these changes quickly. If the wrong people found out that he had gained some kind of feminising curse, there was no telling how it would affect his future and standing in the kingdom.

Prince Simo shakes his head as he turns his focus back onto the present. Looking into the mirror again, his eyelashes and lips have visibly grown. While focusing on his true appearance, he places his hand on his chest, channelling his magic into his own body in an attempt to counteract his ongoing transformation. He can't help but feel that his chest is disturbingly squishy. He expects it along with the other changes to begin going away. But to his horror, his chest instead rapidly begins to swell against his hand.

"What the?!" Not understanding that it is his own magic that the curse is feeding on, he places his other hand on his chest as well, and pours in more of his magic. But all that it accomplishes is that he inflates his boobs even further, filling his hands as he accidentally squeezes them. "AAhn~! ..!" Embarrassed, he quickly covers his mouth. Meanwhile, the changes spread, causing his hips to crack out, becoming much wider, as his ass swells up much like his tits before, giving him a rather meaty rear.

With his feminine frame and features, Prince Simo's body is barely recognisable by this point, even if his striking blue hair remains. The thought that he looked cute pops into his head for a moment, but he quickly shakes his head to get rid of it. Pulling down his pants, he confirms that one thing at least remained. He knows that it won't last long though. While he begins another spell to preserve his penis at least, a painful cramplike feeling suddenly overtakes his ears as they rapidly begin to shrink. "AAaaagh!" His hair shoots out, cascading down his back as long blue locks fall in front of his eyes. For a brief moment he goes deaf as his ears disappear, and with his hair blocking his vision, he misses the moment when he "becomes a princess".

Just in time to see a cute pair of triangular cat ears pop up on his head, he brushes the hair out of his face. Silently, he looks over his feminine new body in the mirror, not even reacting as a catlike tail grows out from just above his butt. "N-no..." Defeated, he stammers softly as he thinks about his future, what it was supposed to be, and the way it would be now. Before he can dwell on it for long though, the door opens, and his younger brother Prince Vieno walks in.


- Two months later -


Prince Simo lets out a relieved sigh as he enters his chambers, and immediately undoes the wraps binding his chest down. "Haaah~... much better..." He proceeds to let down his long hair, before taking off the clothes that covered his feminine form, down to the silky underwear that he took from one of the castle's maids. Though the news of the crown prince's transformation had quickly spread throughout the kingdom, there was one secret that nobody knew yet. She had quickly come to the conclusion that she liked her new body. To retain what political power she still had though, she hid this, posing as if she still identified with her original sex.

Standing in front of the mirror where her body first transformed, she smiles slightly. Though she can't share it with anyone, she quietly enjoys how cute she looks. It is then that she finally notices Liina, the castle's newest chambermaid, standing frozen behind her. As Simo turns around and their eyes lock, they both remain quiet for a few seconds, until Liina quietly speaks up. "I'm sorry, I s-should have finished before you returned..."

Meanwhile, Simo's mind races to figure out what to do. He can't have her tell this to anyone. But he didn't know if he could trust her. His most certain options were barbaric, but he didn't want to resort to such things. The best option he could think of was very simple. Order her to never speak a word of what she saw, and to leave his room immediately. But she didn't want that. A part of her was somehow even relieved to have been seen like this.

"... I prefer this new me..." As she realises that she said it, her eyes widen slightly. Hastily she adds "N-no wait, I mean, you can't tell a-anyone about this..!" To make things worse, as she steps towards the maid, she trips over her cleaning supplies. As Simo stumbles, she accidentally pushes Liina onto the bed as she falls on top of her. She freezes up and blushes brightly. "You're so cute... Er- I-I mean, forgive me. I w-will never speak of this!"

Simo smiles and blushes brightly at that. She had always prided herself in military campaigns and her political power, and though that wasn't gone, simply being called cute by this maid made her feel better right now than any of that ever did. "My Lord, do you... enjoy being cute?" Realising how long she has been hanging over the maid, she quickly gets off, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, I... think I really do."

Liina stands up. She hesitates for a moment as she finicks with one of her uniform's sleeves, pulling out a blue ribbon. She then takes a lock of Simo's hair into her hand, and ties the ribbon into a little bow before quickly stepping back. Simo slowly brings a hand to the ribbon, causing her ear to twitch slightly as her hand brushes against it. "... Can you get a mirror, Liina?" "Yes!" Liina nods and lets out a soft, relieved sigh as she turns around to get a mirror, showing Simo what she looks like with the ribbon.

"I thought it would look cute on you... I thought it matched your hair, eyes, and underwear pretty well..." While still holding the mirror, Liina sits down next to Simo. She is definitely being unusually familiar with the princess, but Simo doesn't question that at the moment. "Yes... I'll schedule for you to come here tomorrow as well. ... And please call me "Lady" when we are alone." "Of course!" The maid nods happily. "Shall I also bring some of my clothes? Our sizes seem to match..." Simo immediately answers excitedly. "Yes!"

The two smile at each other, during which Simo begins to purr like a cat. "Oh my you purr?? T-that's so adorable... Ermm... s-sorry my Lo- Lady" Simo's face turns red, but she doesn't stop purring. "D-don't tell anyone about that either!" The maid answers with a simple nod.

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TG Futa Cap: The Futashoot

Img source: https://x.com/minishell010/status/1730571230401659111
Artist: Minishell

So in the pol I asked which of my previous caption's seven stories people liked the most. Story five here is my personal favourite, and since it wasn't fully readable in the original post, I wanted to give it its own separate upload. I was very surprised by how fun it turned out, because it was originally supposed to be little more than a joke and a background element. I even considered just pasting in Moby-Dick or something, but I wanted there to be something for the nutcases like me who would actually try to read it. When I was writing it, my main goal was constantly to fill up as much of the text area as possible, which somehow resulted in the story gaining a lot more "character" than I feel like my stories usually have. I hope you all enjoyed this and the abomination that it was written for
Caption number 61... point five?

The full caption this is originally from: https://oganessoncaptions.blogspot.com/2024/09/a-bodypart-inanimate-tgtf-futa-bimbo.html

"Alright Ella, you ready for today's photoshoot?" "Yep~" The model responded with a chipper tone. "Alright, in that case you can just leave your clothes in the changing room before getting on the set." "No clothes for me to change into? Is this another nude one? I thought you said today would be something special?" "Oh it is. You'll see on the set." With a slight chuckle, her manager left, leaving Ella even more curious about what they had planned today. She shrugged as she headed into the changing room.

There, she began to undress. Her large and well-shaped breasts bounced free as she took off her bra. She looked at them, smiling slightly. Though she certainly wasn't lacking in the ass department, they were the part of her body that most of her photoshoots emphasised the most. They were certainly a source of pride for her. But photoshoots where she just got naked or close to naked and shoved her tits in front of the camera really didn't excite her any more. Not that she really minded of course, work was work after all. But she always appreciated a bit of variety. Having finished stripping down, she poses in front of the mirror. "All good. Just…" She puts a blue hair clip on, but leaves a single strand of hair in between her eyes on purpose. "Perfect~!" With that, she walks out, and is immediately stopped by her usual makeup artist.

"Did I just hear you say "perfect" behind that door? You're always beautiful, but hell no you're not ready yet!" "Good morning to you too Liz~ Were you peeping on me again?" "It's my job." Ella laughed as she followed her good friend to the makeup chair. She sat down, and Elizabeth wasted no time to get to work on her with a vast array of makeup tools. After a few minutes, she finished, and showed Ella the results using a mirror. "As usual, I do not see the difference." Elizabeth glared at her, though it was obvious that she wasn't being serious. "You'll notice if I mess up. Which I don't. Now go talk to the director. She's uh... over there." She pointed at a woman sitting on a chair overviewing the set. "Alright, thanks~" Ella got up. Elizabeth acted as if she was going to slap Ella's ass as she walked past. But to avoid leaving a mark, she obviously didn't.

"Ah! Ella, you're ready! Or well, you are, right? Sorry if I'm going too fast." The director chuckled awkwardly. In response, Ella nodded. "Oh, I am. I was wondering what kind of shoot you wanted this to be. The set seems pretty simplistic, so I assume you have some specific poses, actions, facial expressions and what not that you wanted to capture?" "Uhm... not exactly. This is going to be a bit vague, so sorry. When you get onto the set, one of the assistants will hand you a special prop. You just need to hold it and... react naturally to it. The crew will handle the rest." "I... see? Are you... sure that you can't give me any more direction?" "Yes." She seemed quite certain, so Ella gave her a nod. "Alright." As she headed over to the set, she exchanged quick greetings with some of the other crew members. She then finally stepped onto the set.

It was a simple white floor and background, without any notable features. As mentioned, one of the stage assistants walked up to her, and gave her a... tube shaped object made out of an elastic pink material that was faintly translucent. She looked at it in confusion for a few seconds, during which several photos were already taken. It looked like a sex toy made for men. But what would she even do with that in a solo photoshoot? She was about to ask, but just before she could, she felt a bizarre stinging sensation in her crotch. It felt oddly pleasurable, and elicited a surprised gasp from her as her eyes widened, which of course brought about several more flashes from the camera. "Okay... that feels strange..." She recomposed herself, and resumed inspecting the tube. Something felt off, but she was focused on the tube.

Suddenly, more photos were taken, though she hadn't done anything this time. Confused, she looked at the crew. Those who were looking at the set, all had their eyes on her crotch for some reason. As she looked down, she found the answer. It was her clit. It was bizarrely swollen and elongated, protruding further outwards from her body than it ever did. "What the..?" It grew further before her very eyes, thick veins appearing on it as the glans flared out. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was quickly turning into a penis. She stared at it, unsure of how to respond. "I... I have... what?.." She brought her free hand down to it, but hesitated to actually grab her new member. After a few moments, it clicked. This was what the photoshoot was about.

Taking a deep breath, she carefully grasps her shaft, sending a shiver of pleasure all the way up her spine, forcing a soft gasp from her lips. The skin of her appendage, which was definitely more of a cock than a clit by now, was incredibly sensitive. She was undeniably interested in exploring it further, and she was quite certain that that was what the director wanted to see as well. A smile crept onto her face, as she gripped her dick more tightly. Though she could fully wrap her fingers around it for now, she could still feel its size increasing in her hand. She started slowly, stroking up and down the length of her cock as it swelled further. She moaned softly, and the camera crew certainly approved as several more flashes went off. A growth then began to distend from under the base of her cock. They were her balls. As she had seen hermaphrodites, or futanari as they were usually called within the context of hentai and other erotic art often depicted both with and without them, so she had been wondering about whether or not she would have them. She gently cupped them in her hands, softly feeling the two orbs within the growing sack.

As she tried to grab the shaft again, she realised that its girth was becoming a bit much for her hand, which meant that it was time to use her toy. By this point she was genuinely excited to play with her cock, and so she grinned as she pointed her erection up, and pushed one of her onahole's openings against the tip. Gritting her teeth, she held back her moan, but as the sex toy slid over her throbbing cock, it came out. "A-aaahhn~! Mm~ f-fuck~!" She panted softly as she prepared herself, not paying too much attention to the cameras, which were going off near constantly by now. Once ready, she vigorously began thrusting in and out of the pink tube. She shuddered, and her legs quickly began to feel unsteady from the sheer pleasure running through her body. For the first few seconds, she tried to hold her moans back, but she didn't succeed for long. Each thrust into the onahole was joined by a shriek, a moan, a cry or a whimper of pleasure. Precum began to leak from her tip, mixing with the lube covering the walls of the onahole. Her knees were growing weaker by the second, soon forcing her to get down onto her knees. "Feels so~ mhmm~ g-good~!" Her body shuddered as she continued pumping her penis, and only a few moments later with a final deep thrust, she came, crying out in pleasure as she shot out thick ropes of cum into the onahole. She sat there for a few moments, with a dazed expression. Softly panting as she gradually recovered from her climax. She eventually pulled the onahole of her cock, gasping softly in surprise of the increased sensitivity from the orgasm.

After a bit, one of the stage assistants came up to her, and handed her a tissue before quickly leaving the stage. The director, for the first time since the shoot started, then spoke up. "Wipe it off and pose!" Ella smiled as she began to clean off her cock as well as she could with the tissue. She got up, her legs wobbling slightly for a moment. She then looked into the main camera and struck a pose, giving a peace sign as she chuckled somewhat awkwardly and held the onahole, from which her cum was still dripping in her other hand. For a few seconds, she held the pose as photos were taken. As the flashes slowed down, she dropped the pose, or rather changed to another, as she lowered her shoulders and laid her hand on her cock. She spoke up as she grinned at the director. "So... do I get to keep this?"

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A Bodypart Inanimate TGTF Futa Bimbo Bodyswap Cap

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TG Cap: Chain (fe)Mail

Img source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/2717707
Artist: わだぺん。

I liked the idea of a TG caption based on chain mail, but I'm honestly not pleased with this one at all. I might want to revisit the concept some day... I might want to revisit some of the concepts I've said I would revisit some day some day
Caption number 62.

All parts:
 1: >TG Cap: Chain (fe)Mail<
 2: Inanimate TF Cap: Chain(ge) Mail

*Ba-doop!* With a brief vibration, Jeffrey's phone let out a sound, notifying him that he had received a message. Having just finished his breakfast but not needing to leave for work yet, he unlocks his phone and opens the message. It came from a friend of his Kyle, and the contents of the message were quite strange.


"The ghost of Cassie will visit you and share some of her favourite porn with you tonight! Don't keep this gift to yourself though, share it with at least three other people! If you don't do this, she will still be there in your bedroom, and she will still share her porn. But she will do more than that! She will transform your body into something she loves from the porn. And you wont even notice until you cum! You might become a slut, you might become a sex toy! Do you want to risk that???"

   "Dude is that a fucking chainmail? I didnt know people still did those thats hillarious XD"

"... Im not sure man, the guy i got it from was laughing about it too. But I haven't heard anything from him since, and he hasn't been online since this morning ony any platform. Better safe than sorry yknow?"

   "Have you read the message? Thats 100% a troll, hes just screwing with you lol"

"Hey don't laugh at me! also if you get turned babe can we bang? ^3-"

   "Pfffffffffffft Im not even going to grace that with an answer. Anyway, I gotta go, see ya."


Chuckling, Jeffrey puts his phone back into his pocket. It had been a long time since he had seen a chain mail at all, and this was easily the most bizarre one he had ever read. And so he went on with his day as if he had never seen it. Yet, despite how he laughed the message off and the fact that he was not a superstitious person at all, he kept thinking about that chain letter Kyle had sent, and it gnawed at him slowly.

Hours later in the evening, after a long workday that would have been stressful enough if he wasn't worrying about a dumb chain mail, he returns home. The first thing he does as he plops onto the couch is take out his phone and open his chat with Kyle again. Over and over again, he rereads the chainmail and Kyle's message after. He is actually thinking about passing the message on, and copies the text. As he pastes it into another chat, he reads through it one last time, thinking it over hard.

"...... Gahhh! I can't just send something like that to anyone, that's way too embarrassing! There's no way that is anything but someone's convoluted kink..." It was rational, but he couldn't help but feel uncertain as he deletes the message with an exasperated sigh. "Maybe I'm just tired..." Annoyed, he places his phone on the coffee table and lies down on the couch. After pulling the blanket over his head, he soon falls asleep.

Partway through the night, a cold breeze wakes Jeffrey up. His mouth feels dry as he opens up his mouth, and is immediately hit by the bright light of his computer's screen on the other side of the room. "What the..? Did I leave my window open and my computer on?" He says to himself as he slowly gets up, squinting slightly as his eyes adjust to the artificial light of his monitor. For whatever reason, an old looking hentai video is playing on his computer. If it weren't for his groggy state he might have been worried about the resemblance this situation has to the chainmail. But for whatever reason, he instead sits down at his desk, and watches curiously.

It featured a brown haired girl, getting railed from behind by a guy wearing a baseball uniform while surrounded by what looked like other members of the baseball team. A cold shiver goes through his body, as what feels like a cold hand brushes his jacket off his shoulder. He doesn't consciously notice it though, instead, he focuses even more on the porn on his computer. The girl in it was wearing a red tracksuit jacket. As he looks at it, the appearance of his own jacket begins to change slightly, changing colour and reshaping to match the design of the one in the hentai.

His jacket was only the beginning though, as his eyes come to focus on the girl's butt. It isn't particularly big, but it jiggles nicely every time the guy thrusts into her. Absent-mindedly, Jeffrey pulls his pants down as they transform into a pair of pink panties, and pops his dick out. He doesn't notice himself rising from his chair slightly as he begins to stroke it. The camera angle then changes as the video switches to a shot from below the girl. With the new angle, he can see more of the girl clearly. The red hairclip, a copy of which immediately appears in his own hair as it begins to grow out to match her length, her cute face, and her breasts that swing back and forth with the movements of her body.

His body begins to change to match them all as his face feminizes. He lets out a soft moan as his nipples swell and breasts inflate onto his chest beneath them. Despite the foreign sources of pleasure on his chest, he still doesn't notice his transforming body. Continuing to masturbate, he lets his eyes wander over the girl's body again. His skin softens as his shoulders narrow, his stomach flattens, and his legs thicken and lengthen. By this point, there is only one part of his original body and sex left. His penis. That won't remain for long though, as his gaze settles on the girl's pussy.

Each time the girl on the screen's pussy is thrust into, his cock shrinks just a little. He continues masturbating, letting out increasingly girly gasps and moans of pleasure as his penis gradually recedes. It eventually recedes fully as a pussy of his, or rather her own, opens up in its place. Seamlessly, she switches from jerking her penis to fingering her new pussy, despite never having done that before. "Ahn-...haaAAAh~!" With a high-pitched cry of pleasure, Jeffrey finally cums, covering her fingers in her juices.

Panting softly, she slowly recovers from her first female orgasm as the video comes to an end. She quickly begins to feel that something is very off. Looking down, she quickly finds exactly what it is though. "WHA-!? I-I'm a girl?!" Confused, she looks back at her computer. It has turned off by itself, and she can see her new reflection on the screen. After looking at it for a few moments, she notices the images from the hentai pinned to the wall above her monitor, and realises that she looks just like her. "It... it was real after all? ... Shit, I gotta talk to Kyle!"

She jumps up from her desk chair and almost trips over her panties as she dashes over to the couch. Unlocking her phone, she quickly sends Kyle a message. "Dude it wasreal" ... Kyle wasn't online though. Considering the time, that wasn't strange, but Jeffrey couldn't give up yet. Opening her contacts, she tries to call him. After waiting a few seconds, it goes to voicemail. She hands up and immediately tries again, and again... and again. But he didn't answer the phone. Could he have his sound turned off, or...

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TG Cap: Maid To Love

Img source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/71108107
Artist: JJuneジュン

I had been sitting on this idea ever since I started this series, and it might be my favourite part so far. With this one I have also focused quite a bit more on what a bastard Derek is supposed to be. I considered adding a content warning for it, but since it hints at his abusive behaviour beyond the horny transformations, mental changes and curses more than it actually shows it, I decided it didn't quite warrant it. If I do ever take it further though I will add such a warning.
Caption number 59.

Maid For His Mansion series: Series page
 1: TG Cap: Maid To Submit
 2: TG Cap: Maid To Milk
 3: TG Cap: Maid To Fantasise
 4: >TG Cap: Maid To Love<

With a pounding headache, Mike wakes up underneath an unfamiliar ceiling. He brings a hand to his head, and groans softly. "Ughh... ... Wait. Where the hell am I?!" He quickly sat up in the bed that was strangely comfortable considering that the last thing he remembered was being robbed and knocked out. To his surprise, the only other person in the room with him is a petite girl with fluffy pointed ears wearing a maid uniform. "Eep! I-I'm sorry! I found you passed out in the woods and I c-couldn't just leave you there! It is worse here though. You should get out of here as soon as you can... I can quickly get you some water and food... I'll be back in a moment!"

The maid runs out of the room with her tail in between her legs before Mike has any opportunity to question what was going on. Her words still lingered in his mind though. "It is worse here though." Before he was passed out and alone in the woods. Now, he was in a warm and comfortable house with at least one companion, though he assumes that there are more since there are multiple other beds in the room. As if to answer his first question, he then hears a masculine voice coming from the entrance of the room as a figure enters.

"I wasn't expecting any visitors today, but welcome! May I ask your name and what brings you here?" Mike gives the man a sceptical look. The man was dressed in a rather fancy looking suit, and had an arrogant air about him. Something Mike automatically didn't like. "Mike. I was travelling with a small group of people. But they stole my stuff and knocked me out. Your maid found me and brought me here. I'll be movi- I see! That is quite a waste, but no matter. You've already met one of your colleagues though, that's good! But which one of them? Hmm... Sibylle I guess? I believe she was out looking for mushrooms today."

Just as Mike is about to answer, the frightened voice of the maid he had met before rings out. "M-master Derek! I'm s-sorry, he- I-I couldn't just leave him!" She is holding a bottle of water and an apple as promised. There also seems to be a blonde maid standing behind her, with a worried look on her face. The man, Derek, smirks as he walks up to her. "Ah~ Sibylle! Perfect timing, and no need to apologise. You did great bringing him here! Now, I'll hand that to our guest..."

As Derek holds his hand out, the maid Sibylle meekly hands him the red apple as she casts her gaze down. At that moment, while Derek's back hides the apple from Mike's sight, Derek quickly casts some magic onto the apple. The man turns back to Mike, and begins to speak as he walks towards him. "You were going to be moving on from here as soon as possible, right Mike?" Mike nods. "Yeah... wouldn't want to bother you or your maids, or take any of your resources." Derek shakes his head, as he hands Mike the apple. "We have plenty. I don't look poor to you, do I?.."

'Arrogant prick...' Mike thinks to himself as he takes the apple and takes a bite from it, hoping that Derek would leave him alone after he ate the apple. As his teeth sink into the fruit, and the juices flow through his mouth though, he must admit that the sweet taste is fantastic. Strangely, he can feel his heart beginning to beat harder and faster as he takes another bite without thinking. "There we go~ Tastes good, right?" Mike feels strangely flustered for some reason, and blushes slightly. "Y-yeah, it is very tasty..."

Even though his body heats up, and the strange feelings increase with every bite, Mike continues eating the apple. As he comes close to finishing the apple, his body rapidly begins to change, causing his body to slim down and his hair to lengthen. Moderate mounds well up on his chest, making what is happening quite clear, but he is too focused on how good the apple tastes to notice. Even as his hair falls in front of his eyes, he remains unaware. Derek then reaches out, and brushes the hairs out of his face. Mike gasps and drops the apple as his face reddens further. Something suddenly seems different about Derek. He can't figure out what exactly it is, but he simply feels incredibly happy to see him.

"D-Derek~..? Uh..uaah..h-haaAAAhn~!" He suddenly lets out a series of increasingly feminine moans as his manhood begins to slip away, and is quickly replaced with a new womanhood. Panting softly, she begins to feel a burning need in her crotch. She eyes Derek's crotch and begins to drool slightly in anticipation as she sees his bulge.

"Good, looks like my new girl is ready~" As soon as she sees Derek beginning to remove his pants, she enthusiastically strips and lays back, presenting herself for her beloved master. She doesn't understand why she feels the way she does, but it just feels so right. Derek gets on top of her, and immediately shoves his erect cock into her wet slit. "Ahhn~ y-yes~~!" He continues thrusting into her as she happily moans, though her enjoyment is no priority of his, she is loving every moment of it.

Derek leans forwards, takes his new maid's nipple into his mouth, and begins to suck on it hard. "Nnnh~ haaah~ y-yess~!" Her master then thrusts deeply into her one more time as he finally cums. Having finished, he pulls out and gets off the bed. "Well done on your first job." Using a napkin, he quickly wipes any fluids off himself and his clothes, before putting his pants back on. "Now..." He drops the napkin on the floor with the remains of the apple and Mike's old clothes, and points at it. "Clean that up, and remake the bed. Sibylle, show her the ropes and get her a uniform. Make sure she doesn't dribble cum through the whole mansion."

"Y-yes master Derek!" Sibylle bows as he is about to walk by her. He then stops for a moment, and pats her head in a way that would seem more condescending than affectionate to any ordinary person, causing the girl to freeze up in fear. "... Ohhhh! You're so lucky! I want him to pat my head too! And for him to fuck me for longer... He's so wonderful... I could have kept going for hours more though~!" Mike's bizarre response snaps Sibylle out of her state as she looks at the horny and somewhat frustrated looking girl. "Y-you would want..? Oh no... I'm so s-sorry... I should have known this would happen..."

- One month later -

"M-Minna, get up! We haven't finished our work yet!" The maid once known as Mike pulls her panties down partially, giving a little peek of her pussy. "Nope, Derek and I are gonna bang~! It'd be a waste to clean the bed before that!" "Please... w-we'll both get in t-trouble if you ignore his orders like that..." Despite Sibylle genuinely seeming scared about the consequences, Minna can't really bring herself to care much.

She then hears footsteps, which she recognises as Derek's approaching the room. "Ahh~!" She excitedly squirms, causing one of her boobs to pop out of her undersized apron. "Master Derek my love~! I'm all done and ready to be fucked allll~ day by you~!" Sibylle yelps softly and freezes up, before quickly getting back to sweeping the floor, as quietly as she can. After stopping and hesitating for a moment, Derek enters the room. Seeing dust on the windowsills, half washed windows, and Minna on the messy bed, he glares at her angrily. "You!.." Though he wants to throw all kinds of insults at her, he swallows his words. He knows that the love he had cursed her with was absolute, and that no matter what insults or punishments he would throw at her, she would love it.

Derek recomposes himself, and speaks coldy. "I can't fuck in a dirty room. I'll be back in an hour, and you two'd better be done with this room and the bed by then." He turns around and leaves, knowing that it is his only way to get her to work. He would have to come up with a more permanent solution to her behaviour soon though. With him out of the room, Sibylle lets out a relieved sigh as Minna gets back to work and giggles victoriously. "Works every time~!"

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TG Cap: Digging For Dick

Img source: AI (Stable Diffusion. Generation data at the bottom)

This was originally meant as a Halloween special when I wrote it. However, my friend CatEnBoots told me earlier today that it was Mary Shelley's birthday. Since this caption makes quite a few surface level references towards Frankenstein and Marry Shelley, I concluded that it would be fun to upload today instead.
This is an idea that I had had on my mind for quite a while, but I couldn't find an image for it and it took a while for me to feel like AIing it up. It was pretty fun to do though. Stable Diffusion has no idea what a shovel is, so I had to go into the shed and take a photo of a real shovel, which I then used for the usual editing and image to image. Also I considered using the term erectscavation to describe Vincent's task.
Caption number 71. I'm quite far ahead on uploads huh?

It was early on a Monday morning in the middle of the summer of 1978. I was on my way to a job interview at some company that dealt in car parts. The listing on the newspaper made it seem pretty easy, something about entering and editing information regarding the parts that the company was buying or selling into a computer. I didn't own a personal computer myself, but I did know how to handle a typewriter, and I even owned a brand-new Sente VCS cartridge console. With that as a talking point, I was sure that the interviewer would easily be convinced that I was technologically inclined enough for the job.

I grinned slightly as I thought about that. I was also crossing the street at that time. But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted, as something suddenly smashed into my side at a very high speed, launching me into the air. As I spun around and soared through the sky, I caught a brief glimpse of the thing that smashed into me, it was a car, a Peopleswagon Elytron to be specific, and I could see that the driver was absolutely freaking out. Not even a second after I recognised these facts though, my body came to an abrupt halt as I hit an obstacle. Or well, parts of my body did. For a brief moment I could feel and hear my bones snapping and breaking as I came apart, but I lost consciousness before I could feel too much of it all.



"She's alive! She's aliiive!!!" As I awoke with a pounding head, I heard an obnoxious voice screaming rather obnoxiously. It felt like barely a second had passed since that car hit me, but at the same time, I felt like I had been dreaming about nothing for a long, long time. "Uuugh... would you shut up..." I lifted my hand up to my face to block out the bright light, and the sight of the man whom I was regrettably sharing a space with. He had messy black hair, he was wearing a lab coat, and he was dancing around like a madman. I let out a soft sigh, but then I began to notice some things, some very strange things. To start with, my hand was blue.

That was strange enough, but I could simply chalk it up to the lighting. Or the fact that I had just woken up after getting hit by a damn car. On top of that, my skin felt both strangely smooth, and oddly stiff. I also felt a large scar with rough stitches on my forehead. Though the latter kinda made sense considering the whole car thing, it was still worrying, and it certainly warranted an explanation. To get a better look at the weirdo, who was now excitedly writing about something in a notepad, I sat up. As I did so though, I felt an unusual pair of soft weights shifting around on my chest.

"... Why in the hell do I have tits!?!" One of them was blue, just like my hand, the other was an almost equally unnatural grey. They were both tipped with a puffy, pale pink nipple. I also realised that I was naked at that time, but with the bizarre state of my body, that was barely a concern worth thinking about. "Ah, sorry, I suppose I should explain. I am Doctor Sheldon Michaelstein, and you... you are a brand-new life! Meticulously created from many people's remains, by me! You turned out absolutely beautiful. Your name will be... Adeline." "What??? What in the world are you on about you moron! I'm supposed to be a man, my name is Vincent!"

Dr Michaelstein seemed confused by my response. He tilted his head slightly and frowned, while thinking really hard for several seconds. "Vincent..? That's strange, I got all of my parts from women... Probably." Suddenly seeming uncertain, he hastily flipped through his notebook, before nodding. "Yeah, the tombstone for the body I got the brain and a couple of teeth from said 'Vinnie'." Grinning confidently, he tapped his finger against the text he was reading from. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. The person ahead of me had apparently mistaken a nickname that my family often used for my actual name, and assumed that I was a girl based on that.

For several seconds, I stared in silence at the supposed "scientist". I was gradually starting to piece the situation together, and the conclusion that I came to was that despite this man somehow having figured out a way to bring me back from the dead in the body of a girl, he was an utter moron. After letting out a long sigh, I began to speak again, while keeping it very simple for him. "Look. You're wrong, I'm a guy. Now, I suggest that you fix this, and make me a man again."

It was now Dr Michaelstein who was quiet for a few seconds. By his expression though, I could tell that he was really reluctant. I quickly helped him get over that reluctance though. By giving him a very threatening glare. "Uh... uhm, I... would like to. But I do not have a penis. Or well a spare one." "Okay, so I just have to go dig up a dick from somewhere? Where do I find a shovel and some clothes? And well, the parts?"

With those words I finally got off the table, grumbling softly as I stood up and came to the rather annoying realisation that I was much shorter than Dr Michaelstein. For a moment I noticed him glancing at a green dress, but he quickly took his eyes off it. For whatever reason, he appeared to feel very threatened by me, something that I definitely didn't mind. He meekly pointed at a worn shovel in the corner of the room. "... There are still some old clothes at the lost and found section, and the cemetery is just on the other side of the road..." "Good." With only that response, I walked out of the room, grabbing the shovel on my way out.

It took me almost half an hour to find the lost and found section, clothes that fit (even though my damn top tore open to reveal far more of my cleavage than I would have preferred), and the exit. As I walked out of the dilapidated hospital, I looked back at the building. I remembered it still being in use when I was alive. Or well, alive for the first time? Now it looked long abandoned though, both inside and outside. It made me question how many years might have passed since when I died.

Putting that topic aside for the time being, I turned around again, and began to- ... I carefully looked to the left. And I then carefully looked to the right. There were no cars coming my way. It was the middle of the night, after all. I began to walk across the street, and reached the other end without any incidents this time. There were quite a few dug up graves throughout the cemetery already, presumably because of Dr Michaelstein's "work". I really did not want to mess with anyone's graves... But it had already been done to mine, so I steeled my resolve, found a grave, and began to dig for a dick. "That bastard'd better fix my body after this..."

The undead cutie:
(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up ,score_6_up, source_anime), solo, (simple background, black background:1.2), (retro artstyle, 1990s style:0.6), (standing:1.2), full body,
(1girl:1.0),
(zombie, undead:1.2), (patchwork skin:0.6), stitches, (two-tone skin, gray skin, green skin:0.8),
(gray hair:1.0), (long hair:0.8), black eyes, (annoyed:0.8), (slouching:0.4), (bent back:0.4), (head down:0.8), (exhausted, tired:0.8), (wide hips, huge breasts:0.8),
(gray shirt:1.2), short sleeves, (torn shorts:0.8), midriff, cleavage, holding, shovel, (holding shovel, two-handed:1.2), (digging:0.8),
<lora:PonyOldSchoolV2:0.6>
Negative prompt: score_4, score_3, score_2, score_1, ugly, bad hands, 3d, (smug, head tilt:0.8), (suspenders, axe, fighting stance:0.6), (red skin:0.8)
Steps: 25, Sampler: Euler a, Schedule type: Automatic, CFG scale: 7, Seed: 594282713, Size: 776x1072, Model hash: 44d3daf083, Model: 7thAnimeXLPonyA_v10, VAE hash: 235745af8d, VAE: sdxl_vae.safetensors, Denoising strength: 0.25, Clip skip: 2, ADetailer model: face_yolov8n.pt, ADetailer confidence: 0.3, ADetailer dilate erode: 4, ADetailer mask blur: 4, ADetailer denoising strength: 0.4, ADetailer inpaint only masked: True, ADetailer inpaint padding: 32, ADetailer version: 24.4.2, Hires upscale: 1.4, Hires steps: 10, Hires upscaler: R-ESRGAN 4x+ Anime6B, Lora hashes: "PonyOldSchoolV2: 9bbc1aaab117", Version: v1.9.4
+manual editing & img2img

The background:
(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up ,score_6_up, source_anime), (outdoors:1.2), (retro artstyle, 1990s style:0.8), (scenery, atmospheric:1.2),
(no humans:1.0),
(graveyard:1.2), (night:1.2), (tombstone:0.5), (full moon, stars:0.8), (monochrome, black and orange:1.0), (selective coloring, orange theme, sepia:1.0), (halloween:0.4), (spooky, horror, grungy lighting:1.4), (open grave, dirt:1.2), fog,
<lora:PonyOldSchoolV2:0.8>
Negative prompt: score_4, score_3, score_2, score_1, ugly, bad hands, 3d, (pumpkin, skull, mushroom, scarecrow, 1girl:0.4), building, (huge moon:1.2)
Steps: 25, Sampler: Euler a, Schedule type: Automatic, CFG scale: 7, Seed: 363989484, Size: 776x1072, Model hash: 44d3daf083, Model: 7thAnimeXLPonyA_v10, VAE hash: 235745af8d, VAE: sdxl_vae.safetensors, Denoising strength: 0.25, Clip skip: 2, Hires upscale: 1.4, Hires steps: 10, Hires upscaler: R-ESRGAN 4x+ Anime6B, Lora hashes: "PonyOldSchoolV2: 9bbc1aaab117", Version: v1.9.4
+manual editing & img2img

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TG Cap: A Mysterious Invitation

Img source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/3201228
Artist: ひらり

I don't have much to say about this caption other than it being one of my shorter ones.
Caption number 60.

One day ago, Darrell had received a letter from a mysterious sender. It included instructions to meet up in a certain place in the woods, and was only signed as "Your friend". Normally he would assume such a message to just be a prank, but the way the meeting place was described struck him as odd. He knew "That one tree people used to stuff trash in" and where it was. But he wasn't sure how many people in town were aware of it.

As he reaches the location, he looks over the tree, or well, what remained of it. It seems to have fallen over years ago, judging by how rotten the log looked. Seeing an old half buried bag of chips made him certain that he was at the right place though. As he reminisces, he suddenly hears a hushed voice from behind.

"Psst, Darrell!" "Aaaah!" He screams as he quickly jolts around to face the source of the voice. To his surprise, it was a girl. She looked oddly familiar, though he didn't recognise her. "Damn... you scared the absolute hell outta me y'know?" He sighs softly. "Sorry, I had to talk to someone, and you were the first person who came to mind..." The girl averts her eyes and blushes brightly. She seems uneasy, and now that Darrell is looking at her, very self-conscious.

"So... what about? And who are you for that matter." "I... uh..." The girl hesitates, after preparing mentally, she inhales deeply, before continuing. "It's me Kevin. I uhm... am not sure how it happened. But... one day I just woke up as a girl, and all of my clothes were like this!" "... I see..." Darrell thinks about what "Kevin" said for a few moments. He was certain that what the girl said was impossible. Yet he was hesitant to dismiss what she was saying entirely for some reason.

"Really?" "Y-yes..." Kevin lowers her jeans pants and pulls her sweater up, revealing her scanty crotchless panties. Darrell is too shocked to respond for a few moments. He soon tears his eyes away from the appealing sight, and shakes his head. "I meant if you were really Kevin, not a girl you dunce..." "Oh... uh- fuck..." She quickly pulls her pants back up, and looks away from Darrell.

Darrell ponders whether he should question why her panties had such an indecent opening. Before he can though, Kevin blurts out something absurd. "We should have sex! I think... I might turn back after that..." Darrell gives her a sceptical look. "And what makes you think that?" "... Just a hunch?" Darrell sighs softly. At least he was sure about this girl being Kevin now.

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