Whip it Out

"Whip it out Sam!" Harold urged his friend.

"You ready to see the girls?" Conner reached into his top and pulled out his right tit like a magician revealing a rabbit from his hat. He began jiggling it around in front of his friend's face.

"Fuck yes!" Harold felt his pants grow tighter. "Now do the other!"

Conner delightfully followed his friend's request. For years the two boys had been crushing on their friend Michael's older sister, Bethany. She was fix years older than the boys and already moved on to college by the time they went to her high school.

During their freshman year Conner discovered he had the ability to possess people for a short amount of time. He only told Harold about it, and then the two started working on their plan to get as close to Bethany as possible.

Once Bethany sprung in town for spring break the following March Conner went to work.

"Can I touch them?" Harold asked his friend who was juggling his borrowed breasts in front of his face.

"Maybe..." Conner made locked eyes with him and bit his lips.

"You can't do this man!"

"I don't know Harold, they are mine now. And they feel so good!"

"You're the worst!"

"I'm just fucking with you man, they're as much of yours as they are mine. Have at 'em!"

Harold was in heaven.

Shifter Party

"If you love em, why don't ya suck em?" Todd (left) said.

"You bet your sister's tits I will!" Mark (blonde) said taking his friend's left breast in his mouth. The whole hot tub burst out in laughter.

Todd, Mark, Michael (left, center), Jordan (center), and Taylor (right) were all shapeshifters, even worse they were teenage boys. Once a week the five friends would get together and have parties in different forms, this week's theme was sisters. Each of shifters would take the form of their sister.

"Why don't ya suck on mine next, Mark?" Jordan said.

"Why does it have to be Mark? I've been wanting to do that since I wore your sister's body last week!" Taylor asked.

"You wore my sister's shape last week you pervert!" Jordan playfully splashed his friend.

"What can I say? She's hot as fuck, now give me some titty action!" Taylor swam up to his friend's breasts and began sucking. Meanwhile Mark and Todd were still lost in the moment of sucking and being sucked.

"Get your ass over here Michael," Todd motioned. "I got two tits and only one mouth on them, my right one is getting cold!"

That night turned into the best shifter party the boys had to date.

You mean this drink is for me?

"You mean this drink is for me?" Nick asked the nice guy.

"Yes, it's all yours. Cheers!" The strange man held up his glass. Nick took a second to realize he was signalling him to lift up his as well.

"Cheers!" Nick said and promptly chugged the delicious drink, because that's what grown up did in movies.

Earlier that day Nick, only twelve years old, found himself in a strange situation. Somehow him and his oldest sister, Emily (22 years old), found themselves in each other's bodies. A few hours later Emily's friends dragged Nick out to a lady's night at their favorite bar.

It only took seconds for Nick to be offered a drink, and then as the night went on he found himself being overwhelmed with drink offers. The more he drank the more he wanted to drink, and the more he drank the more he found the guys offering him drinks cuter and cuter. By the end of the night Emily's friends found Nick at the back of the bar with a man all over his face and his hands all over his tits. Nick was having a really good night.

The show must go on

A violent electrical surge erupted at the party, lighting the air brighter than the mid summer afternoon sun. The jolt spread throughout the pool into the backyard. After the whiteness faded everyone found themselves in a slightly different location.

Somehow the surge swapped the party goers in the pool, nobody was who they were before. Everybody began to lose their mind, except for Phil, the party's DJ.

The former black man found himself in the body of a busty woman. He didn't know who she was, but what he did know is that he had a job to do. Phil approached his deck and got on the mic for a quick announcement.

"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but it just made this party the best fucking party in my life," he grabbed a glass of champagne. "Who's ready to have the party of their life!?!???"

The yells of confusion turned into an eruption of cheers.

Phil grinned from his new body. He put on his headphones and began the best set list he had ever made in his life.

No Hands!

"Look Carly, no hands!" Jason exclaimed walking into the living room with a mimosa buried between his breasts.

"What the fuck Jason?" Carly roared from her newly acquired male vocal chords. Then silence. Jason gulped, he didn't want to piss off his best friends. "How did you figure this out? I knew my tits were awesome, but not this awesome!"

Jason sighed, the mimosa still dangling between his breasts. "I know right!?!?!? I was just chilling outside, browsing some reddit on my iPad and I couldn't find a good place to hold my drink and read at the same time. Then it occurred to me that this bikini is a little tight, so I took my glass and squeezed this sucker in between my, ahem, your girls and bam!"

"I'm totally gonna steel your trick once we swap back!"

"You can totally have it! Only if we swap back," Jason corrected her. "We still don't even know how the fuck this even happened." He said walking over to the cabinet. "Say, do you have any straws here?"

"Yeah, check the one by the sink." Carly said admiring her old body. She never knew her ass was that good! A part of her wanted to fuck the lights out of her old body, she felt her pants begin rising. She never knew why Jason never approached her physically after all these years, it must have taken him a lot willpower to resist a body that hot.

"Thanks Carly!" Jason plopped the straw in the cup and began sipping. "I'm gonna be outside a little longer with my new cup holder!"

"I think I'm gonna join you," Carly said. Whatever willpower Jason had, she sure as hell did not. "Maybe you can show me your secrets!" She winked.

It's been fun!

Well today I'm officially marking my retirement of captioning.

I started this blog during a low and stressful part of my life, and since then things have gotten significantly better. I want to put down the reigns of this blog and focus on my life outside of it. I've loved writing all these stories, but after spending my entire morning inside and writing captions when I could have been outside on a run, or hanging out at a coffee shop with a friend, I decided that I've put too much time into this project.

So I'm leaving, but I'm not leaving you all empty handed. I've written enough captions in the backlog to provide you all with plenty of content for the next 20 days (last caption is scheduled to go up on September 16th).

It's been fun everyone, and I will certainly will miss you all. But there are more important things in life than running a fetish blog, I love this community and I will probably never leave it (because that's how fetishes work), but today I am announcing my retirement from captioning.

Have a great weekend everybody, and thank you all for the support!

Down in the Dumps

James kept and eye out for cops, children or other passer's boy all the while trying to look sexy for his client. It wasn't an easy trying to focus while being penetrated by a seven inch dick, but he tried his best.

James was down in the dumps. His company went under, and he couldn't find a job anywhere, leaving him, his wife, and their three children in some serious debt. But he never told them that. In desperation he used his shapeshifting ability and took up a new job, that of a high end prostitute. He played both pimp and prostitute in his operation. He'd find a guy willing to pay, approach him as Donnie, the "pimp." He's show them an assortment of photos of his "girls." Have his client choose one, then arrive as that girl later that day.

Usually the men would bring James home, their houses littered with photos of the men and their so called happy families. He's fuck them, then leave. But apparently his client today had a slip up, his wife got the flu and was home sick, so James had to ride with him to a back alley and fuck out of site. James didn't like it, too risky, but the man was offering him a good sum and more for the inconvenience, and James needed the money. So he let the man ride him while James tried his hardest to focus for cops.

Taste Test

I love the taste of tits. Yeah, sure they don't taste much different than say licking you thumb or cheek, but they certainly make me feel great when I'm wearing a form where I'm able to easily lick the fuck out of them.

I've worn so many female forms my life, and I totally get where girls get envious of others. Not every girl can suck her own tits, and for those who can't I feel so sorry for. It's not fair that I, as a self identified cis-male shapeshifter. can suck any tit I want but some unfortunate people born female without my gift have to go their entire life without being able to taste their tits.

Does it make me greedy or a philanthropist for being able to taste test every huge racked girl I see on behalf of all the member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee out there? (I am born male after all, so I obviously could never taste my own tits).

Hilary

"Walking with boobs is hard," the SnapText said. It was sent from Hilary's phone, but Ben knew it was really from his friend Hunter. "Here, let me show you ;)"

Ben couldn't type "Don't do it!" fast enough into his phone before he received a purple box in his Snapchat from "Hilary."

He opened it revealing a video of his sister in her bra, smiling and walking with the camera centered on her breasts bouncing up and down, up and down with Hilary's face grinning all the way.

Hunter had been doing this all week! Somehow Hilary and Hunter woke up in each other's body's, and ever since then Hunter had been unleashing his perverted teenage mind all over it. Hunter quickly came clean with his friends, including Ben, about the situation and had been sending snaps of all his adventures as a college aged girl with his friends, including Ben! They used to be best friends, and would often hangout at Ben's place after school, but now whenever Ben came home the closest thing they had to a conversation was the sounds of Hilary's moans coming from her room as Hunter masturbated all afternoon long before their parents came home.

He wanted his sister back.

Peeping Tom Part 4

Oh no! I thought I published this entry a long time ago. Well consider this your lucky day readers.

Peeping Tom now has its own tag, and I've added a new tag to the blog: make over. For stories about people completely changing their lives after inhabiting a new body. (Like in House Cleaning)

Part 3

You know how in those 80's teen movies there was always an ugly girl that underwent a transformation into a more beautiful and confident version of herself with the help of her friends?

Becky was that girl, and Tom was her friend.

The thing Tom loved most about the camera, other than the obvious perks of becoming anyone he wants, was that no matter what choices he made in the bodies he possessed, once he left they believed they made all those choices.

Tom had made a lot of choices in different women's bodies, none of which he regretted and he often left them better off than before. For example, Allison, a girl he was a few bodies ago, had an extremely shitty boyfriend. He treated her like crap and would often sneak out and cheat on her with another woman (Tom knew this because he was that other woman before Allison). He broke up with her abusive boyfriend and found her a man who actually loved her and treated her well.

But Becky was his masterpiece, and like most masterpieces it took a lot of time and effort. Five months of effort, the longest Tom ever remained in one body. Pre-Tom Becky had major social anxiety issues, talking to anyone other than her sister would raise her heart rate to that of a sprinter's. She worked from home and only wore her favorite color: a dark purple. She was putting on weight around her midsection and only showered when she needed to (usually when she met up with her sister).

Tom had to give her a lot of new habits, and a new wardrobe. And both take time to form.

Post-Tom Becky was a confident young woman who had no issues with people she didn't know. He shaved away her belly fat but managed to keep it where it mattered most, her tits. Tom bought her new clothes and made sure to walk around town as confident as possible. He even found MeetUp groups in the area and got her a few friends. Five months of work, five months of showing Becky her true potential. He ended it as the ultimate wing man, he approached the hottest guy at the club, hit it up with him and once the deal was sealed he pulled his camera out of her purse and snapped a photo of a random girl on the dance floor. He wanted Becky to be the one who slept with her first man in years. He figured he could get laid as any girl, but Becky can only be laid as Becky.

That night he celebrated his success in his new body with another random dude he met at the bar.