Catching Up (Caption Story)

The instant she took his money and wrapped her hands around his hardening cock something changed. A flash of something in her eyes as she dropped the tension in her shoulders and caught her breath. "You son of a bitch..."

"Hey, this is the only way I can have a conversation with you anymore." Devon shrugged.

"And tell me again whose fault that was?" She scowled, continuing to tease his cock. "You better have a good lead this time. I don't want to do this crap for some chit-chat."

Despite the burning hatred in her eyes, Devon was very much enjoying his time with 'Mandy', or rather his friend Mark. They were out drinking together when Devon knocked into a server and knocked a tray of drinks all over her. She was just about to curse him for it when Mark stepped in and made things a whole lot worse.

Now, almost three weeks later, 'Mandy' was a prostitute who prowled the streets in order to make ends meet. She acted exactly how you'd expect a whore should, up until the moment she had a client's money and cock in her hands.

"There's still no sign of that chick from the bar. I did manage to get a name from the owner though. He told me she left town and-"

"Don't tell me she's fucking vanished!" Mark snapped, grip tightening ever so slightly as his pace grew quicker. "Where did she go!?"

"Jesus! Calm down or you'll make me cum before I'm finished catching you up!" Devon grunted.

"I can't keep doing this... Do you know how many guys I've been with?" Mark grimaced.

An image flashed in Mark's head; in only three weeks he'd had over twenty clients. Most opted for him to blow them so he didn't even have a chance to tell them his story or ask them to stop. Even if he could tell them, they'd just think he was crazy and demand their money back and 'Mandy' would be back in control.

Private Dance (OpenTGC Re-Post)

Liam shook his ass as twenty dollar bills rained down upon him. It was not his proudest moment by any means, but he felt this was the only way to catch up with his debts. The only reason he was able to dance at his local stripclub was because he stole his Sister's enchanted collar. With it, he could change his body and mind at will, allowing him to create 'Layla'. She was growing in popularity quickly thanks to the collar's power gifting him with dance skills and a body that all the other dancers were jealous of. But with that popularity came his downfall.

"Layla, you have a client asking for a private dance." One of the girls smiled, taking over for 'Layla' on the podium. "Looks like a big spender!"

The client in question was someone Liam knew, though thankfully there was no way of this guy identifying him. But Liam was still a little nervous to be dancing for someone he knew, even if it was just one of his Sister's ex-boyfriends. Their breakup was quite recent, so it was no surprise that Jake had come to a stripclub for some relief, though perhaps him choosing 'Layla' was not much of a coincidence...

"Come on, Layla, I wanna feel that ass grind against me!" Jake laughed, throwing more money at Liam. "How much for an extra service?"

Liam paused briefly, taken aback by the request. "I don't know about the other girls, but I have a 'no extras' rule." He smiled back at Liam.

"Every woman has her price." Jake nodded. "But maybe you don't have a price because you're willing to do the extras for free, right honeypot?"

Wavelengths (OpenTGC Re-Post)

Daniel picked up the headphones from the table and brought them to his ear. It was true that they were emitting a high pitched sound despite being disconnected from both bluetooth and the power supply, just as the two women had said. But while that was unusual, it didn't convince him of the other half of their story. Apparently the two women sitting at his desk were formerly Ben Mills and Richard Prince. They claimed that upon hearing the high-pitched sound from the headphones they both spontaneously transformed into hot women. There were two things that didn't make much sense with that theory; one, Daniel was unaffected by the sound and two, the women were acting far too feminine for him to believe they were men a mere two hours ago.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe a word of this story, ladies..." He sighed, placing the headphones back on the table. "Now unless you have a more serious reason for being here, I suggest you take this little joke of yours to someone else."

"I knew he wouldn't believe us!" The woman who claimed to be Ben huffed.

The other woman placed a hand on 'Ben's' leg and smiled. "Please, Daniel, you have to at least run some sort of diagnostic test on that sound."

Richard hated having to act so feminine, but the proximity to the headphones seemed to enhance his changes. Looking towards his friend, he was concerned with how much they could both develop both physically and mentally into their new gender. Ben had been listening to some podcast when the high-pitched whine first started. Almost an hour later, Richard found a hot older woman wearing Ben's clothes passed out on Ben's bed. Richard probably wouldn't have believed the story either, if he hadn't experience the changes himself once he removed the headphones and heard the sound as well.

"Oh?" Daniel smirked. "And why should I do that for you?"

A Favour For Mom (OpenTGC Re-Post)

"Sweetie! I need your help!" She shouted, storming into my room.

"Mom! You can't just barge in here! I could have been-"

"There's no time for arguments, Honey. This is about me right now." This wasn't like her. To be this rude and impatient. Something had to be seriously wrong for her to come to me in this state. So I nodded and kept quiet, letting her say her peace. "I need you to fill in for me at work today!"

My heart sank. Mom had a pair of rings that could let the two wearers swap bodies on demand. She always wore her ring, but left the second one in a box under my bed. The only reason I knew about it was so I wouldn't accidentally wear it and cause a scene in her body. I was never supposed to actually use it.

"But why-"

"We don't have time to argue. I'm already running late for work." She snapped, digging through my things for the ring. "I have an important meeting with my boss and I need to get you ready right now."

A Woman's World (OpenTGC Re-Post)

"Seriously, it's such bullshit." Devon groaned. "Half of my clients are old men who don't even know how to use their phones. I'm sick and tired of wasting my time on those bastards."

"You're seriously gonna complain about work to me?" Megan laughed. "Those 'bastards' are the rich clients that spend five figures with us on a monthly basis. I would kill to have a client like that! But instead I'm stuck with the brats who'd rather ask me what I'm wearing than talk business."

"Yeah. I guess that would suck." Devon nodded, biting his tongue. He'd heard rumours that Megan was getting a promotion. He could only imagine it was because of her looks, as she had only a few years of experience. But he wasn't brave enough to say it to her face. Then again, judging by the look on her face, she seemed to be reading his mind.

Her eyes flashed white. Devon wanted to run, but couldn't find the strength to move. Megan was looking him dead in the eyes. You think I got where I am because of my looks? Well lets see what you can achieve with my life!

Another flash of light in her eyes and Devon felt a sudden rush of movement behind him. He was falling, no, flying through an endless void of darkness. Then, just as suddenly as it started, he was back in the office. But he was alone.

Was it all a nightmare? If that were the case... Why did he still feel a little... strange? He could smell Megan's perfume in the air, like a lingering memory of that crazy dream. And in an attempt to shake it from his mind, he dove right into his work. But after only a few minutes, that feeling came back. Something wasn't right. That was when he noticed the red nail polish on his fingers.

"Holy shit!" He gasped, covering his mouth in shock at the sound of his new voice. "I'm Megan!!"

His attention swiftly moved down to his chest. The blue shirt of hers showed a little bit of cleavage, but now he had full access. He didn't have to steal glances when she bent over the desk anymore. One button at a time, he uncovered his new chest. Megan's tits were incredible, made all the more enticing by the laboured breaths brought on by Devon's arousal. He was getting horny. A heat was taking over. And even though he knew he should get back to work, he wanted to play with Megan's body a whole lot more.

"What the fuck is this!?" Came a loud and familiar voice. "It's been less than an hour!"

Devon hadn't thought about where Megan was in his body. Turns out she went to a meeting on his behalf and came back to the office to find him having way too much fun with her body. In fact, he was just seconds away from pulling down her panties and playing with his wet new pussy. His body was now aching for attention.

"You know, you'll get yourself a reputation around the office." She smirked. "People will start to think you're nothing but a piece of ass."

Devon sighed. "That's ridiculous. I'll be the same hard-working guy I've always been."

"But you're not a guy anymore. Actually, you're not even working the same position anymore. I managed to convince the higher ups that you've been struggling with your workload and, long story short, they decided to change your role into an assistant position!" Megan smiled, getting a little too close for Devon's comfort. Yet she didn't stop there. "I've been a guy for less than an hour and I've already received far more than I could achieve with these tits."

Her hands rested on Devon's chest. The warmth, the gentle rub against his nipples. He was already so worked up. But the moan caught them both off guard. He blushed. Megan, on the other hand, took it as an invitation to push her luck. Her hands began to gently massage the breasts that used to belong to her. Devon squirmed slightly but ultimately lacked the strength, or maybe willpower, to pull away.

"Enjoying your new role?" She teased. "With my new promotion, I can hire two more assistants. So you won't need to worry your slutty little mind about work."

"Wait. No, I... I don't..."

"It's always been your dream to earn a living without having to work. I bet you were picturing being the big boss and delegating your workload onto the poor suckers beneath you, but now... Now you get to be the 'sucker'."

"Woah! What the fuck are you doing!?" Devon gasped, as Megan pulled out her cock. "What the fuck!? Th-that's not-"

Megan burst out laughing as she stroked her enhanced cock. "Imagine my surprise when I found out you were all talk and no substance. A little bit of extra magic and now I'm more of a man than you ever were."

Devon stared at it in amazement. "It's fucking huge! But why did you bother? I thought this was just for the day?"

"What gave you that idea?" Megan smirked. "If you want to earn you're dick back, you've got to work for it. That's what it's like to be in a woman's world."

She took his hand and guided it to her cock. Devon pulled away immediately. "You can't do this! That's sexual harassment! I could sue you! You'd lose your job!"

"Well... If you decide to go down that route, just remember... I can swap bodies with you in the blink of an eye. So if you try to burn me, you're just burning yourself." Her voice sounded even deeper than Devon's once was. It carried more menace. "Now do you want to be Megan; the assistant, or Megan; the unemployed girl desperate to make money for rent?"

He thought. With a body like Megan's, what would that future look like? Sure, he could join a new company, but there was no way he'd make as much money. It'd take years to get where Megan got herself. Of course, there was another option. But that would be no better than his 'duties' as Megan's assistant. Images of dancing on a pole flooded his mind, along with glimpses of the men he'd have to service. Perhaps this was truly the best option, even if he dreaded to do what Megan required of him.

She didn't push him any further, letting him work himself up to the task at hand. He started by grasping from the base, hoping it would look less intimidating. But in his delicate little hand, Megan's cock looked even bigger. It throbbed in his hand. Megan watched.

"I don't know if I can-"

"I didn't think I'd need to do this, but you need a little persuasion." Megan snapped, her eyes flashing white once more.

Devon winced, expecting some sort of punishment, not that his predicament could get much worse. At least, that's what he thought until he noticed his hand was moving up and down Megan's cock. He couldn't stop himself. Megan smiled triumphantly.

"I like my assistants to follow orders. Now you don't have a choice." She explained. "Now show me how much you need to keep this job."

He couldn't stop. His mind flooded with more images. How he could really show Megan. Then, just as the image popped into his head, he felt himself move closer until his mouth was wrapped around her enhanced cock. There was no chance he could stop it now. And Megan was growing more confident in her own role.

"That's right, slut. Suck my cock!" She groaned.

"Mmmph mmm mmph!" Devon replied, unable to pull away.

"What's that? You love my cock?" Megan teased.

She was just as surprised as Devon when he started sucking more passionately. He was consumed with more than a compulsion now. He couldn't get enough of her cock. The taste, the heat, the hardness. It became the greatest thing in his life, much to his shame. With his new passion, Megan felt herself getting close."

"Take it, bitch. Don't waste a single drop of your master's cum." She ordered, grasping the back of Devon's head.

The cum shot into the back of his throat. Megan hadn't commanded him to love it, but he found himself savouring it like a fine wine. His tongue continued to lick and tease her cock, as the final spurts of cum filled his mouth. And despite not particularly enjoying the cum itself, he loved receiving a gift from his Master's glorious cock.

One Last Hurrah! (OpenTGC Re-Post)

"You can pout all you want, sugar, but there's only one way you're turning back..." The escort Dan had hired shrugged.

This was all because of Dan's friend. They were both nearing their Thirties and Luke was still in the mindset that they could spend most nights partying. When Dan finally spoke to him about it, Luke was quick to make excuses and, when Dan put his foot down, he made a deal... One final night to end it on a high. They hit bar after bar, drinking more than men their age should ever dare drink. Then, once Dan was sufficiently drunk enough, Luke was quick to steer them towards the Strip Club.

True to his word, Luke was making this night the most incredible night of their lives. He had wads of cash that he threw at the ladies, he got even more drinks for the two of them, and finally, he motioned for a stunning blonde to join them. A few whispers in her ear, with the inclusion of a not-so-subtle exchange of cash, the woman looked to Dan and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. She led Dan up to her private room, then, while Dan was fumbling with his belt, she popped a bottle of pink liquid and stored it in her mouth. Once Dan was ready for action, she pulled him in once again and the contents of the bottle slid straight down his throat. The rest was a bit of a blur, though the striking image was seeing the escort pull his cock off with the sound reminiscent of a cork escaping its bottle.

The changes were quick and violent. An explosion of hair out of his scalp, a crack of bones as his frame shifted, his body fat pushed towards his chest and ass. The only positive effect of the potion was a sudden sobriety that washed over Dan. Though with that sobriety, there was also the brutal realisation that this was all really happening. And finally, the make his new situation even worse, the escort took his cock and suction cupped it to a mirror. It looked pretty much exactly the same, aside from the new silicon 'skin tone'.

"You're friend was very specific in his requests." The escort continued. "He has the antidote. And the only way to earn it is to put on a show for him."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Dan squeaked.

"Sorry, hun, but he's the one paying and even if I wanted to help you, he already has the antidote."

She patted him on the shoulder. "Let me help you get ready." She winked. "We have about fifteen minutes before he joins us up here and you're going to need some pointers..."

April's Fool (OpenTGC Re-Post)

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Pushed Inside My Stepmom (OpenTGC Re-Post)

"Mom? What the hell are you wearing?"

My Stepmother turned around, a confused look on her face. She never usually went into my room. The short shorts, crop-top, and heels combo was also definitely unlike her. As she looked in my direction, her confusion shifted into worry and panic. Then, without warning, I felt somebody push me hard from behind and I went flying into her. We collided, knocking our heads together before falling onto the floor with a painful thud.

The next thing I remember was feeling tight material wrapped around my ass and chest. Head pounding, I pulled myself up onto my feet, only to lose balance and fall forward onto the bed. A curtain of hair fell into my face, as I struggled to regain my composure with the onslaught of new sensations. My chest was heavy, my legs felt long and shaky, my feet were killing me, and a strange warmth was growing between my legs.

"Is that you, Alex?" An all too familiar voice asked; Kyle, the bane of my existence. "This is so fucking cool!"

The New Whore In Town (OpenTGC Re-Post)

There were plenty of rumours about Kimberly after she moved in next to the scrapyard. Living in a trailer on the rougher side of town, how could there not be? But while most people assumed she was just some trashy slut, there were some who said she was a witch.

I had been day-drinking with some friends when Kimberly came into conversation. Boys being boys, we talked about her body and what we would do to her. All harmless until everyone chipped in ten bucks to send one of us to her door. And after I drew the short straw, I was left with eighty bucks and the instruction to ‘see what it would get me’.

“Fucks sake…” I grumbled, headed towards the scrapyard on the other side of town. David came with me to make sure I didn’t pussy out. And the forfeit for doing so would be to return everyone’s money and pay for a night out. I didn’t have that kind of cash.

“I can see her trailer from here. You’re on your own now, Jake.” David patted me on the back and pushed me along. “Once I see you hand over the money, I’ll head back and tell the guys. I’m not waiting around to hear that bitch moan.”

“She’s not that bad, surely.” I shrugged.

“I’m not covering your medical bills for whatever she gives you!” He called out, laughing in a drunken stupor.

As I approached the trailer, there was no sign of her. I wasn’t the sort of guy to pay for sex, but I also really couldn’t pay for all the guys’ food and beer. So after a moment of hesitation, I reached out and knocked on the door.

Gender Swap Adjustment Therapy (OpenTGC Re-Post)

A series of unfortunate events led me to this moment. Firstly, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The office I worked at was next to a pharmaceutical company specialising in gender-swap drugs. Because the building manager was off sick for a week, nobody spotted the leak in the pipes until I got a sudden and intense dosage while using the bathroom.

To their credit, the company conducted a number of tests and did all they could to put things right. But I had absorbed so much of their gender swap drug that there was nothing more they could do. My life was changed forever. Getting my name legally changed to match my new gender and identity was surprisingly easy thanks to new government legislation. But in applying for a new identity, the government also appointed me a series of support sessions and counselling to further help me.

I had sat down with doctors, makeup artists, fashion experts, therapists. Almost three months had gone by and I was still struggling to fully adapt to my new life. My therapist suggested that I take steps to embrace my new physical form and referred me to a massage specialist. And it was only when I answered the door that I discovered my masseur would be an old friend from school.

"Jack?" I said. "You're my masseur?"

He came in with his table and bag and spoke to me while he set up. "I know this is a little strange for you, Alison, but I'm a professional. I started specialising in gender change therapy a couple years ago when they first passed the legislation."

He used my new name, though I'm sure that was just a professional courtesy. He'd known me as Alexander for almost fifteen years. I had just started to get used to the name Allison, but hearing him use it made it feel all too real. I had barely spoken to any friends or family during my adjustment.

"So how does this work exactly? You get to feel me up and I have to pay you for it?" I laughed.

He chuckled. "More or less... It's important that you fully accept what has happened to you. Most of my clients have gone through the change willingly and they still need help getting accustomed to their new bodies. But I understand that you didn't choose this, so it'll be harder for you. Just let me know if you need me to stop at all. It's your body, afterall."

Round Two (OpenTGC Re-Post)

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The Uninvited Guest (Caption Story)

My wife pulled down her mask and kissed me, her hand gently reaching up to my breast where she paused before laughing to herself. "This is too weird for me, honey. I'm sorry, but I can't make out with you while you look like this."

"Hey. I only look like this...." I said, gesturing my whole body. "Because your creepy boss won't allow couples to his fucked up party."

She frowned. "Firstly, It's a masked dinner party! And secondly, he won't allow you to come to the party after you threw up in the back of his BMW!" Each emphasised word came with a prod into my chest. It was strange how sensitive my new breasts were, but this bodysuit was high end and super expensive. "I don't want to turn up on my own... Can we please just get through this and pretend it never happened?"

I could never say no to that face. Otherwise I'd never agree to this plan in the first place. Grace was going to introduce me as one of her Sisters and I'd spend the party telling stories to make her look good. Or at least that was the plan before we knocked on Mr Wills door.

Rock Bottom Part 3 (Series)

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