Whatever Happened to Avery and Rick? (Assimilation)

 This Flashback Friday is for a two part Aiko story called Assimilation. You can find it under by Aiko stories on my index page.

“And to conclude the tour of your new dorm,” Zara, the older college girl turned to Talia, the freshman in tow. “I present to you our final room – the Playroom!” Talia stared on open-mouthed as her guide swung wide the door to reveal the scene beyond. This couldn't be real, she thought, as her eyes popped at the sight of the two prissy satin clad figures engaged in some sort of combination of a wrestling match and an embrace. “You may hear stories of our most infamous alumnus,” Zara continued. “Aiko was here before my time, but her legend here is immortal. And, of course, she left us the boys...”

“The boys...?!” Talia repeated dumbfounded, loud enough for the room's occupants to hear. The one wielding an ornate fan like a dagger glanced up at her, and through the layers of glittery cosmetics she saw something else...shame. The boy had hair that had grown out into tight ringlets and was being squeezed by a merciless looking corset. His legs jutted out before him from the chair he was seated on and were wrapped in silky looking stockings that ended in towering platform sandals. The other boy had so far avoided making eye-contact but faired no better. He had no stockings or corset but was wearing a crinkled hat that was tied beneath his chin with a ribbon along with lacy elbow-length gloves and short satin dress clasped at his waist. Both boys were caked in makeup and wreaked of flowery perfume.

“Avery is the one with the cute ruffled panties. Rick is the one wearing pearls.” Zara said in introduction. “They were Aiko's leaving gift to us. They are like our dorm pets...but so much better. Of course, once you're settled in, we will need to get you added to the feeding rota. It's candy, by the way, that keeps them like that. Hopelessly addicted, both of them. That's why they are like pink putty in our hands. We couldn't even trust them to feed it to themselves. We tried it once – they just ate themselves into a sweaty, horny stupor...” Talia watched them in bemusement. It was if they had forgotten the girls were there and had returned to what they were doing before the door opened – the weird groping wrestling – simpering slap fighting that made her cringe just watching.

“Okay,” Avery pushed out a glossy bottom lip in a pout and raised the fan up higher. “Never ever have I been dressed in lingerie with a buttplug tail, been put on a leash and led around the campus green!” Rick glared back defiantly for a moment before closing one of his manicured fingers into his fist,

“Well,” Rick retorted, grabbing one of Avery's outstretched stockinged legs. “Never ever have I ran a 5k in a tutu and ballet heels while all the girls in the dorm ran behind me whipping my butt with bamboo canes!” He stared at his friend, their painted faces meeting one another, but Avery kept all of his fingers up. “Oh wait...” Rick blushed. “Was that me too? I have lost track...”

Sisterhood

 This is my entry to a caption contest on DA

“Hiding in plain sight – it really is your only way out of this!” Sylvia had sounded so self-assured as she outlined her brother's (lack of) options, so much so that Frank was already wondering if he would have been better off taking his chances with Cherry and her friends as some of his other frat brothers had. Horrified shrieks cascading down the corridors of the Alpha-Pi sorority house quickly put paid to that notion, and he quickly turned back to his sister. More screams added exclamation points to just how perilous his situation was standing in Sylvia's doorway – and yet she had named her terms. Could he really do what she was asking?! She was his younger sister yet in that moment hold untold amounts of power over him – and it would be more, if he let her. He once more considered his options as a sustained howl of horror travelled from somewhere else in the house. Unable to meet Sylvia's eye, he nodded his agreement and pushed past her into her bedroom.

The Beta Tan Omega panty raid had began to go awry even as it started. Not that they hadn't done their homework – they had spent weeks scoping out the Alpha-Pi house, and yet when they climbed through an open window they found the sorority as silent as a trap. When the commotion broke, he recognised a girl he knew as Cherry and her friends grab Mark, their leader, and like a damsel in a bad horror movie, Frank took off up a flight of stairs. And yet, he had an ace in the hole – as he sprinted along the sorority corridor with blood pulsing in his veins past bedroom doors decorated with girls' names, he scanned for one in particular – Sylvia. His sister was a freshman and one of the newest additions to the Alpha-Pi sorority – she was also his ticket out of this disaster. He just hadn't expected such a steep price.

Almost an hour later, Frank emerged back into the corridor. The house was quiet once again and he could hear his heart pounding in his chest – somewhere beneath the clinging material of the metallic wraparound dress Sylvia had given him to wear. Fastened around his neck, it plunged down his front, past his crotch and back up over his butt like a leotard before wrapping around his waist like a miniskirt. He didn't even know how to begin taking it off. Sullenly, he stared down at his feet and got a sinking feeling as he saw the spools of white leather tied around his ankles to hold the platform sandals in place. His sister had even added the finishing touch of matching toenail polish. Come to think of it, she had added a lot of finishing touches – the purse, the watch, he already had long hair he'd been growing since starting college, but she had smoothed it flat with her straightening tongs. He had never known his younger sister to be so authoritative but she did hold all the cards. Yet how was he going to get all this stuff off?!

“Your initiation starts tomorrow!” Sylvia appeared behind him in the doorway. “I suggest you take one of those empty bedrooms. It is quite demanding – you'll need your rest!” Frank peered back at her in shock. “All new sisters need to undergo initiation.” His sister explained sternly. “Or,” she nodded down the corridor to where Cherry and some other girls were dragging a screeching blonde bimbo that was barely recognisable under a year's supply of cosmetics as Mark, “you can take your chances with Cherry... I think you might look good with huge boobs glued to your chest..

No Imitations

 There won't be a Flashback Friday this week because I am away on a trip and haven't had chance to write one, so I am going to give you something a little different. This is a Mannequeen caption I wrote back in 2016 and never posted for various reasons. Now that I have finished the current iteration of the Mannequeen story, I am happy to post it.

Fabio awoke face down on a piano, something akin to what his high school music teacher used to play, a million miles from the antique grand piano that stood in his ballroom. Pealing his face from the keys, he was surprised to find a weird smear left behind and alerted to the fact his face did feel a little strange, like his skin was coated in something thick and powdery, he sent his hands up to investigate. In was not what his hands found on his face that really scared him, though that was bad enough, but what his face found when his hands touched it. They were soft, small and slender and when he looked at them he saw that the nails had French tips. Things escalated quickly from there as he realised that these were the least of his problems, the greatest most likely being the pair of buxom bosoms that had conquered his chest. He checked between his legs. Scratch that…this was the greatest of his problems. In a state of panic he glanced around himself for any indication as to why he was now a woman but all he found in the otherwise bare room was the piano bench his new rounded ass was sat on and a metronome and small tape recorder lying on top of the piano. Seeing no other options, he pressed play…

‘Hello, Fabio. I want to play a game. I am the Mannequeen. I tell you this not because I am especially keen to get my identity out there but because recently my work has fell foul to that of a cheap imitation, a knock off, ‘the Cleaner’. I know you don’t understand why this angers me, after all you bear a far bigger resemblance to the maid, especially now you have tits. Like her, you build your reputation by defrauding others. For you it was a piano track that you stole from your brother and sold it as your own, making millions from its success. When he appealed to you, you used your new found wealth to appoint lawyers to squash his claim and then his reputation, leaving him nothing. Well, tonight we’re going to have a private little concert. You have been fitted with one of my cutting edge female bodysuits that unless unlocked with bond permanently to your skin in a little over twenty minutes. To unlock it all you have to do is play the piece of music you are famous for. It shouldn’t be too difficult for an expert musician like yourself. Oh, and for a little extra fun you might find your libido goes up somewhat every time you him a G. If you’re not sure, that’s the key next to the G#. You have twenty minutes.’

Fabio cursed his luck as he looked at the keys the way one might look at hieroglyphs and longed for the programmable piano that he used to perform live. He tried to hear the melody in his head. Surely, it couldn’t be that hard. He tried one on the black keys but it sounded nothing like he was expecting and in frustration he mashed the keys with both hands. There was a jolt between his legs and he found himself gasping for air. He looked where he’d smashed hands. Which one had been the G? Not that it mattered, he realised as his defeat seeped in. He was going to have a lifetime of looking for the G. His own…

Season 8 Epilogue - Saving Grace Part 3 (Pink n Prissy Collective)

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Thank you to everyone who ready my latest season of captions. Please stay tuned for news on Season 9 coming soon!!

The first two parts of this story were earlier in the season but you can catch all of my Pink n Prissy Collective captions on my index page.

“I am telling you guys,” Terri beamed to the rest of the Pink n Prissy Collective - as she led them through the entrance hall of their shared house, “I really think Grace is making progress. She just needs to get her first boy under her belt. Once she gets some poor sucker in panties, there will be no slowing her down.”

“Totally!” Charlotte agreed. “She just needs to find her thing. What is those cop shows always call it? Her MO? Once she has her method under her fingers...I agree with Terri. She will be unstoppable.”

“Modus Oper...Holy shit!” Cassie dropped her purse to the floor as the girls passed into the house's shared living space. Grace stood before them – her baggy hoodie gone, replaced by a sleek leather biker jacket and skinny jeans. But that wasn't what had stopped the girls short, for in front of Grace should another figure – one with soft curled brown hair, subtle feminine makeup and flowery cinched summer dress. “Grace...you did this?”

“I did,” Grace's cheeks went pink but pride shone from her smile. “Meet Alec – in a former life, he was the boy with bad breath that caught the bus at the same stop as me. Now, he is cleaned up, improved..pretty. Hell, he is Pink n Prissy!”

“He sure is!” Josie admired her work, approaching the feminised boy and inspecting his outfit – noting the slightly odd vacant expression he was wearing. “So, how did you do it?” She probed with curiosity. “Did you use your charms like Chralotte? Hypnosis? Did you drug him? Slip him horribly addictive candy?”

“Well, that's the funny thing...” Grace shifted with discomfort. “At first I was getting nowhere. I tried the flirtatious approach, but nothing was happening. We were just hanging out in the city. It was like I was being reverse friend-zoned. And then we went into this weird shop. They had these strange dolls and as soon as I saw them, I just had to have them.” She gestured to a figure just over a foot tall stood on the chair next to Alec. “As soon as we got out of the shop with these in my bag, it was like a switch had been flipped. Alec seemed willing to do whatever I asked. It was easy.”

“These?” Terri echoed.

“Yes!” The light in Grace's eyes reignited. “I bought five of them – one for each of us. I thought they could be like our mascots. I got a great deal too. That shop had all sorts of awesome stuff. You guys should totally check it out. It is called 'Gloria Honeypot's Emporium of Fun and Folly'...”

Whatever Happened to Jonas and the State Panel? (Uncensored)

 This is a Flashback Friday for an old Femnonymous caption - Uncensored

“Do you know which one is Jonas?” Bryan whispered as he raised a red solo cup of beer to his lips. The four women across the other side of the hotel suite looked as out of place at the party full of drunken twenty-somethings as the Frontline Entertainment Media cameraman felt – least not because he was having to film covertly from a phone poking out from his pocket rather than his trusty over the shoulder camera.

“Does it matter? They all look ridiculous!” Madison, his partner, retorted. The women in question had all once been powerful politicians, making up the influential State Panel for the Regulation of Pornography and Adult Entertainment. Spurred on by other prominent delegates, including one of FEM's other recent interviewees, 'Lance Charleton', the group sought to pass laws that banned all adult media not portraying traditional male-female relations. That is until the day they were seized by Femnonymous and transformed into the very thing they were lobbying against.

“I think it is the blonde.” Bryan continued. “He was definitely blonde in the video. I remember one of the others yelling his name while he pulled on it and...well...” The video was a now infamous scene that Femnonymous had forced the politicians to perform in if they wanted to retain what remained of their male anatomies. Once released to the public, it had immediately gone viral over the less restricted areas of the internet and become a source of deep embarrassment for the men's political party. The State Panel's fate was never officially acknowledged and the men were never seen publicly again, leading to widespread rumour and speculation over what had happened to them. One of the wilder message board theories was that the party had felt such anger and shame over what had happened that they had created new identities for the four men as eye candy at political rallies. Now, ten years later, they were held in such low esteem that they might be used as little more than glorified strippers at the 21^st birthday party of a senator's son. That was exactly what Bryan and Madison were here tonight to verify. “Speaking of that video...” Bryan continued. “Do you think they did enough to keep their...you know...”

“I never watched it...” Madison lied, downing the rest of her drink. Adrenaline still coarsed through her from sneaking into the party and she was itching to talk to the women. They certainly ticked the boxes of what they were looking for – obviously surgically enhanced bodies, that glassy vacant stare they had seen in Femnonymous's other victims, a clear familiarity with each others' bodies that suggested they had shared a fair bit more that just handshakes. She had forced herself to study that video – every deepthroat, every cumshot, every humiliated grunt...if they hadn't done enough to keep their cocks, she wasn't sure what they would have needed to do... And yet, she still wasn't sure. “Come on,” she said to her partner as she tossed her cup onto a counter. “Let's go ask. If Jonas is the blonde, I'm buying dinner...”