Lesson Learned

This is a new cap I made for cronus over at the Haven.  As you know I haven't been writing much lately, but have been in the mood to cap.  I figured that I would give it another go, and after posting "You Said..." I figured that I would just settle on a short cap.  So I looked over cornus' preferences and remembered that we are similar enough that I could just write a non cross-dressing cap that I enjoyed, and it would work for her.  About the only 'specialized' request that caught my eye is masturbation.  I had written "It Pleases Her" for cronus which focused a bit on masturbation.  I didn't feel obligated to target that again, but it is such an unusual request that i wanted to take a swing at it.

So I searched for images of a woman masturbating or at least 'near' masturbating and came across the image in the first panel.  I liked the image.  I could play up that she was 'about' to masturbate or had just stopped masturbating.  But the kicker was her location.  On the kitchen counter... and with the cups strewn around I got the idea that this was at a party.  That would bring the humiliation around in a big way.  I didn't really want to disappoint myself again by not finishing a good cap, so I didn't start with the ending.  I just had 'party involving his friends while he was forced to display himself'. So I started with the beginning.  I started writing and writing and writing... I figured I would trim most of this out anyway, so I wasn't going back to fix errors or anything.

But once I had gotten to the second page of word, I realized I still wasn't close to an ending... and I had a pretty good story going.  I went back and fixed most of the overt errors, and re-read it and confirmed my suspicion.... I was making a long cap.  This was all good material, and the vague ending forming in my head would be a long process involving details set up near the beginning.  I realized I might need another image or two for additional pages, but I had this entire series to work from so I could get images later.  And I didn't want to break the workflow.  So I got back to writing. By the time I started writing about Linda walking in and demanding Erik to eat her out, I had the ending just about done in my head.  Eat her out, be forced to give head to Jeremy, Jeremy isn't happy, and ends up taking little miss slutty up the rear.

I liked it and I figured cornus would as well.  But then it happeend again.  I was starting to have trouble writing the blow job scene.  It was an important scene that lead directly to the ending scene... but this is the problem that generally derails a cap for me.  I get suck, can't continue and throw the whole thing away.  So I made the blow job scene as quick as possible (basically just the series of 'lessons'.  I then added the buttseks as a single simple kicker.  I was sorry to see it go, but I am trying to stay within my boundaries, and not fight them anymore.

Sadly for me whenever I look at this cap, that is all I will see... the missing true ending.  I think it works (I wouldn't have given t to cronus if it didn't), but it is just that little bit lacking.

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How Many Sessions?

Never Ever Ever trust a horny roomate to help you with hypnosis!
A quick cap I made.  I don't remember much of the process on this one, but it is one of my favs.  I liked the intermingled 'Jessica' thoughts throughout his morning routine.  Like many of my older shorter caps I see plenty of room for addition.  But in this case I'm not sure the addition would be improvement.

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Basketball Lessons

Basketball is manly.... right

This was a fun and easy cap for me to make.  I wrote this for Bren over at the Haven.  She is great and has made some wonderful caps for me, so I always try to bring my best for her.  Luckily she has preferences that flow fairly close to mine... this is a portion of her preferences:

I like captions geared more toward a vengeance theme or someone getting an education the hard way. The field of revenge is wide open, often yielding new and creative means to find satisfaction.  I often enjoy the karmic balance that screws with those who don't respect it. Watching their humiliation set in is always an enjoyable plus.


Revenge?  Karmic Balance?  Humiliation?  Oh yea... I can get behind that.  The only problem is that Bren doesn't offer much in her prefered female form, or any real specific direction on what she would like to happen.  I imagine that makes it much easier for someone who writes their story first, but as I've said a few times, I don't work well that way.

So the majority of this was looking for the right images.  All it had to do was tell me a humiliating tale.  I came across these and got the basic idea of a basketball player taking his girlfriends place after defending a chauvonistic coach.  When I got that basic part down I started writing.... but I did it differently this time.

I looked at the images (it was a large set) and wrote little side scenes that went with particular images.  Normal I get a pretty specific Idea for the ending, then start at the beginning.   When I think enough story has been written, I pick a 'starting' image then move on, adding images when they feel right.  But this time I had a little bit about one image, then a little bit about another image...

The fun part was writing the story and shoveling in these little parts.  The final editing obviously took longer so I could make it all flow together, but I don't think its obvious that I wrote it that way.

I know most of my posts here are varying critiques on my images... but I really do enjoy this one.  Sure there are small bits here and there that I would like to change, but I don't look at these and cringe at all.

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Permanent Possession

“That’s it then; I've burned the spell I managed to write in her blood, and made my possession of Janice permanent. No more having to gather components when I did manage to possess her body. No more being flung back into my sick fat geeky body when her hair and nails were completely consumed. I’m free of all that.

Of course my folks will find me in a coma, and have to deal with my old body, but that’s their problem. I’ll have a new mommy and daddy who live in Europe 10 months of the year, and let their precious Janice do whatever she wants.

I have her surface memories and her diaries to help me go unnoticed, not that it really matters. The way she ran through boyfriends, who’s there to figure out she’s changed? Sorry Janice, the only reason anyone played at being your friend was your money and your looks. Hell, that’s the only reason I was attracted to you.

I know I can do a better job living your life than you did.”

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Once a Lawyer Always a Lawyer

“You may not think that much of my choice of Rachel here as a new body after driving the magic taxi for 4 months. But she’s pretty, she’s young, and she’s passed the New York Bar exam. Before my stint as a Taxi Driver, I was one of the best Divorce Lawyers on the East coast. I could protect a man’s assets or carve him up like a Thanksgiving Turkey.

Yes, the person who took over my life quit practicing law; he didn't know what I know. But I just live to go into a courtroom and tear people up on the stand. So now, here I've got years of experience and dirty tricks in this sweet innocent package. I know just the things to say to women to gain their confidence, and I’m going to have even more fun sticking it to men who should know better.

I'm going to clean up and have fun doing it. Plus Rachel's memories show that the sex with all these alpha males is pretty good too. So for me: Once a lawyer, always a lawyer.”

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Wishing for Good Grades

Jerry was a bit of a nerd. But, he was also a nice guy, and a great chemistry tutor, so a couple of the sororities gave his name out for sisters who needed science help. Mora desperately needed that help. Though she usually could get her male teachers to give her a break on her grades, her professor was gay and immune to her charms. So, she bent her efforts on Jerry instead.

Jerry had tried every trick her knew to help her pass her exams: mnemonics, cramming, flash cards; nothing seemed to work. He called a break for the night and began walking home. Passing the old fountain by the science building, he reached in his pocket for a coin, tossed it in and said, “I wish I could take this test for you Mora.”

Suddenly, an eerie light glowed around him and he felt his body growing insubstantial. He flowed away on the wind back towards the house where he’d left Mora packing up. Drifting through the wall, he came to her room and flowed up her nose. Mora coughed and sputtered, and he felt disoriented. Then he was the one coughing. When he stopped, he rose to his knees and shifted his long black hair where he could see, and got slowly to her feet. He was wearing heels. Those weren't his feet. Somehow, he was in Mora's body. He could sense her in here with him, but dormant.

Well, he thought, whatever else happens, at least Mora should ace her chemistry exam.

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Removing the Competition

The last thing Gerald remembered was having a drink at the bar with a beautiful raven haired woman. Now he was bound and groggy, kneeling on the floor. “You won’t get away with this. I have friends in Law enforcement.”

“Gerald, my name is Mistress Dawn, and you have been a very bad boy. In fact, you've been so bad that one of my clients paid me to do this.” Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out a bottle of some vile pink concoction and poured it on Gerald’s head and face.

“Arrragh,” Gerald screamed as the potion burned him. His body felt odd, like his bones had all turned to jelly. He fell to the ground in pain, before passing out. Unconscious, he missed the shrinking of his body from a tall athletic 6’ 2” down to a slender 5’ 4”. His skin grew creamy and pale; his hair changed to ash blonde, and grew some inches on his head. Ripping away his clothes showed his waist had become thin and girlish, and his proud foot long penis was nowhere in sight. And finally, a curvy set of breast had sprouted from his chest.

“Leah, Constance, please get the former Gerald dressed and made up for his photo op. We must show the client that his competitor has been changed for the better. Perhaps he’ll even take her off my hands, if he’ll meet my price.”

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Disaster on Flight 469

When some Bio-terrorist inadvertently released a canister of Super Feminizing Virus on board flight 469 to Honolulu Hawaii, it was thought that everyone on board who could land the plane would be incapacitated at the critical time. Fortunately, the female flight attendants were able to make radio contact, and the CDC was able to provide a treatment regimen which speeded up the progress of the virus for the Pilot and Co-pilot.

So, six hours after their initial infection, both pilots were able to make the scheduled landing at Honolulu without further mishap. However, there were some side effects to the treatment regimen. Both 63 year old Pilot Arnie Dawson and 57 year old Co-pilot James Williams (pictured) have reported extreme levels of hornyness, beyond what the virus supposedly causes.

Fortunately, even though they are in quarantine, they at least have each other.

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The Tale of the Tape

Old man Motley had collected cursed and novelty magic items for nearly 70 years, until that night in 1957 when he vanished without a trace, leaving his estate in a legal mess. Only now, with his various relatives dying off, are many of those items coming on the market. When George found the old reel-to-reel tape recorder in the sale, he knew he just had to have it. It looked to be in mint condition, so when he got it home, he decided to try it out.

He plugged it in, and pressed the play button to see what was on the tape. He heard a voice saying: “Looking down, you see you’re a tall redhead with fishnet stockings, a dark green corset supporting your ample breast, glasses, and a pageboy haircut. And, you have this overwhelming urge to go out and get laid.”

George reached for the stop button, and saw his slim manicured hand. He did a double take! Everything that the tape had said was true. He was a tall busty redhead, wanting to get laid. Feeling really strange, George, went and borrowed some clothes, and went out looking for action.

When he got home, he decided to see if he could record his own message, and change himself back into a guy. He plugged in the microphone, rewound the tape, and tried a message describing himself. But, when he tried to play it back, all he heard was: “Looking down, you see you’re a tall redhead …”.

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That First Look

“I guess I’m kind of a prankster as ghosts go, but being bound to the house and grounds of the Motley Mansion do leave you short of entertainment. Anyway, whenever one of those silly ghost hunters comes around, I love to step into the mirror and make a noise to attract them. Then when they walk up and see me superimposed over their reflection, I strike.

I paralyze their body, dispel their clothing, possess their form, and then transform it into my own. I swear the look on their faces when they see themselves standing there as a naked copy of me, instead of some nerd boy with a shrunken little member is priceless.

Sometimes, their lust overcomes everything else, and it’s all I can do to keep them from playing with themselves when we’re done. Some of these poor boys have never had sex in their lives, much less seen a pretty girl up close. Of course I do share the feelings of pleasure with them when we go find one of their colleagues and get in a little sexual workout. I’m not cruel you know. Anyway Tom, let’s wipe that stupid look of my face, put down the candle, and go have some fun.”

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Good Service is What We're All About

“Jason, I’m sorry but when a client pays me to make someone disappear, they disappear. Besides, you wouldn't want to try to go to court and try your case looking like that would you? I’m afraid my medallion fixed you where no one will believe your Jason Seaquest, chief prosecutor in the Ramco case. But not to worry, my assistant is now an exact copy of the old you, and he’ll take care of everything for you.

And I think we found the perfect look for the new you; that red hair and piercings just screams little servant to me. Anyway Mr. Ramco surpassed all other bidders for your services, so perhaps he’ll keep you abreast of how the trial’s going; or maybe not.

Now, before the other spell kicks in and your mind goes all mushy about your past life, I just want you to know there’s nothing personal about any of this. I just provide a service for big bad corporations and criminals who need a little help taking care of crusading do gooders like you. So Jason dear, I want you to have a nice life, and be a good little girl for Mr. Ramco. After all, good service is what we’re all about.”

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The Slime Breaks Out

“When I was 15, I found I could turn into some kind of black slime creature. I could crawl through the tiniest crack under a door, or work my way through a drain. I have some kind of visual sense that lets me see where I’m going, and hearing to know what’s going on around me.

Naturally, I started spying on girls to see them naked like any red blooded 15 Year old would. That’s when I discovered my real power – I could ooze into a girls mouth or pussy and possess her, instantly learning her thoughts and secrets in a matter of seconds.

At first, I was going to go public with my powers, but I quickly realized I’d have much more fun possessing rich hot chicks, and using their bodies as my own. Here’s a picture I managed to catch with my time delay camera of me climbing into Stacy’s mouth to possess her. I think the look of disbelief on her face as I take control is just priceless.

Be careful all you hot girls out there, the slime is ready to take you out tonight.”

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Costume Gun Date Night

“Wow, Staci’s tits really look good from this side,” said John the apartment super. John had found the Costume Gun when he’d found the previous owner dead in mid-costuming in one of his apartments. Now, he considered the complex his own personal hunting ground for hot young coeds.

Staci had been so easy to zap when she called for help with her air conditioning. She had deflated into a girl sized pile of flesh and John had lost no time slipping into her skin. Then the familiar pain of his body morphing and shifting, sprouting those pert young breast; watching his legs grow long and thin. When he finished, he slipped on her jewelry, and that hot purple dress.

“Staci and her friends have a hot night of clubbing planned,” he said pulling down her collar. “I don’t want to keep anyone waiting.” John really loves date night with the Costume Gun.

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Bad CEO Bad CEO

“Oh I just love that sad puppy dog look these CEO Assholes get after they've been changed. It’s like they’re so sorry for all the trouble they caused fleecing their employees and investors out of millions so they could live like kings while letting their companies go in the toilet.

And everyone is going to be so surprised when they find the money you embezzled so easily. The fact that you recorded all your account numbers and passwords on a document that got sent to the police may even make some people think you had second thoughts. Of course, when I threatened to change you into an ugly old hag with health problems instead of a pretty girl; maybe that helped you with your decision.

Now Mr. Andrews, your new owner, Mistress Elle is very particular that her pets not go in the house. I suggest you should be on your best behavior for her. If she gives a good report of you, we’ll see about reversing your muteness and letting you talk again.

And don’t worry about who’s paying me, we witches don’t like our investments to be mishandled, and our lawyers assured me that my reduced rate would be paid. Though to see you brought down, I might have done this one for free.”

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Containment Failure

“How long ago was Dr. Armstrong exposed to the feminizing agent,” asked Dr. Clarkson, checking the bio readings again?

“About six hours sir; Has he stopped changing yet?”

“No Captain, he’s still morphing in there. The affects have slowed down in the last hour, but breast growth has continued, and he continues to show signs of delirium. It’s like she’s in some kind of chemically induced heat, clawing at the walls of the containment cell trying to get at us.”

“Anything more we can do Doctor?”

“We’ll continue to draw blood for testing every 30 minutes or so, and wait it out. Hopefully she’ll stabilize.”

“Wait sir, what’s that sweet smell in the air, I don’t recognize it.”

“Oh god, there must be a leak in the containment system. She must be producing pheromones on a massive scale. We've got to get out of here before someone is overcome and let’s her out. No Jefferies get away from that door man. You mustn’t...”

The containment door popped open; Armstrong stepped into the room, and the concentrated musk of six hours of lust hit everyone like a poleax. At last, she was free, and the men were hers for the taking.

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Kids Will Drive You Crazy

“Grandfather’s funeral was so sad. My parents and my aunts and uncles seemed to take it so hard. It’s not like he didn't live a long and full life. He traveled to Haiti and Tibet; he followed his passion for black magic all over the world. You’d think it was one of them in the coffin there the way they’re carrying on. Just because they can’t find how he hid his money, their acting like little children.

I’m just glad that I had Jasmine here to put my spell on. Maybe living on as a girl wasn't ideal, but it needed to be a young blood relative, over 21 for my purposes. Yes, I've submerged her personality under my own, but it’s not like she’s dead, she’s still in here, just asleep. Who knows, in a few years, I’ll probably move on and she can have her life back.

Meanwhile, I have monies stored in safe deposit boxes and properties all over the city. I can certainly get bye until the will is read and they find out I left Jasmine the mansion too. I tell you my kids are driving me crazy, even after I’m dead.”

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I Don't Date Toads

“Sally Owens sister Jessica is a single mom raising two young kids while working in the family herb shop. She’s also a powerful witch, but she is sort of in the closet about it. She’s trying to date and figures a single mom with kids is handicap enough. All kinds of guys want to date her; I mean the girl’s a 10 in anyone’s book. But for some reason she just hasn't found the right guy yet.

George went on a couple of dates with Jessica before she discovered he was cheating on his wife. When he came for the third date, she pointed a finger at him and said, “I don’t date Toads like you that cheat on their wives. Go find a pond or something.”

As he got in his car to leave, George was hit by a horrible wave of pain. His body crunched and morphed; his dick shriveled up and his hair fell out. His skin grew all patchy and leather like and green and yellow patches formed across his face. His clothes rotted away and fell off him leaving a naked female body, perhaps 4’ tall, and looking for all the world like a diseased old lady toad. Horrified, George opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was “Creeeep.”

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Girls Can't Drive

James was trying to get home and change so he could go out clubbing. He assumed the car ahead of him would go through the yellow light, so when it stopped he ended up rear ending them – a woman and her two young kids. James just lost it and started chewing her out. “Hay, who let you out driving bitch; you obviously don’t know jack about going in traffic. And who’s going to pay for my car?”

Jessica the witch first checked to see that her kids were alright before grabbing her wand and stepping out of the car. “You idiot,” she cried, “We could have all been killed. Just because you’re in a hurry…”

James got a look at the woman he’d struck and reeled his act in. “Pretty lady, I’m sorry about tapping your car. Just trying get ready to go out and party; Give the girls what their looking for.”

“Oh, well in that case, I’ll just fix the damage and we’ll be on our way.” She cast a spell and both cars were good as new. “Now James, why don’t you go and give the girls some of this,” Jessica said, casting one last spell.”

James didn’t remember the drive home, or even the accident. And she has no clue where her clothes went, or how she got home. After all, stupid girls like her don’t know how to drive.

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The Slime Takes Possession

Janice was all set for a hot bath to get ready for her date with Bryan another blue blood from her set when a mass of green slime jetted up out of the drain like a fountain. She stepped back towards the door when the goo twisted in the air and splashed right in her face and chest. Startled, she fell to her knees and tried to ward the stuff away from her mouth. Suddenly, she was paralyzed, and felt some malevolent spirit coursing into her mind. The slime coalesced and streamed into her, gagging and choking her into unconsciousness.

Tommy felt his vision clear, the green tent giving way to clear sight. He reached up and caressed Janice’s breast, now his breast and felt the firm heft of them in her hands. “So, Janice has a date with that rich stud Brian tonight. I think I’ll keep that date and see just what he can do. Janice wasn’t going to go all the way tonight, but then I’m not Janice; or rather I’m only Janice on the outside.

This girl’s got way too much going for her to be a prick teaser. After all, what’s the fun of being in the driver’s seat if you can’t go the distance?”

The slime has taken another victim.

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Volunteer Firemen

When Sally Owens sister Jessica decided she wanted to be a volunteer fireman, her big sister was all supportive. The witches’ herb shop was part of the community and wanted to do their part. But when Jessica came back and told her she’d been turned down because the organizers were excluding women, well Sally wasn't going to put up with any sexism on her watch.

Now the volunteer fire department is definitely co-ed; in fact most of the firemen are actually women. Here a number of them are posing with the new engine. That’s Jessica in back with the axe.

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