Liza's First Lesson (an Aiko story)

 2/25

I realised yesterday that I have an outside shot of hitting 5M site visits before this season ends. Exciting!!

Today we have a new Aiko caption. As always, the rest of the story is on the linked caps index page.

“I am sorry Aiko, but what is the point of this again?” Liza tried to hide the annoyance in her voice. She looked up from her position sprawled on the park lawn at the Japanese girl sitting in a deck chair sipping pink lemonade. She was dressed in one of the frilly kawaii outfits from Aiko's enormous suitcase with a boy they had met less than two hours ago in a matching dress with longer sleeves nuzzling into her left shoulder.

“Oh Liza sweetheart,” Aiko cooed. “You have done amazing work so far. But with my help we can achieve something incredible. Think of this as your training and me as your Sensei. Your first lesson is to become one with your subject. Look at him. How do you think he is feeling?”

“Uh,” Liza tried to pull her attention from the gawking strangers in the park to the prissified boy next to her. She had a good idea how he felt. She had never felt so stupid in all her life. The thick cotton stockings itched and the petticoats under her dress kept riding up uncomfortably. “I feel like an alien. Nothing about this feels right. Every part of this outfit makes it impossible to feel remotely normal. And everyone is watching.” She looked up to see a young man walking some dogs stop to stare at them.

“Precisely,” Aiko beamed. “Now imagine all that except it's the only way to satisfy the most intense cravings of your entire life. You are compelled to embrace this alien existence by your own body betraying you for another taste of my sweet candy. By the way, I think Robin has earned another bite, don't you?”

“Here...” Liza pulled out the tube of heart-shaped candies from under her dress and offered one to the boy. For a moment their eyes met and beneath those thick long lashes she saw terror, desperation and shame all rolled into one. Robin snatched the sweet and gobbled it up and Liza watched as he fidgeted first with the wig, then the sleeves of his dress, then he scratched his stockings while shuffling his kitten heels into the grass. She looked back to Aiko. “Every part of the outfit is important,” Liza proclaimed, “every detail contributes to the experience. Every discomfort is a subtle reminder of who they are.”

“No,” Aiko grinned widely, “of 'whose' they are!. Good! You are making progress. Remember though, these boys are not our prisoners but guests to our special world. The outfits aren't shackles but merely reminders of that.” She smiled warmly at Robin, who appeared to shrink further under Liza's arm. “However it's important that you understand their discomfort so you can appreciate how far they will go for a bite of candy. Now, let's get you out of that silly outfit.” She slurped the last of her lemonade and smiled sweetly. “Not you Robin.”

Defiance

 1/25

Starting out mean. Probably gonna get meaner as the season progresses...

“Oh, come now, I know you like it really. Why else would you keep coming back to me?” Mistress Honeypot adjusted a long black glove and smiled wickedly. “Just embrace it. The more you resist, the harder I am going to make it for you!” And with a wrinkle of her nose her subject's breasts grew another size.

“Ohhhh!!” Sandro moaned as his knees buckled. The towering heels he was perched on caused him to lurch forward resulting in his brand new shiny round ass jutting up for his mistress's pleasure. Every inch of his ridiculous bimbofied body rippled with electricity and he had to fight to keep his mind clear. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes begging for mercy, but the tall imposing woman before him remained unmoved. The fire in his skin centred around a furnace between his legs and he fought with everything he had left to resist the urge to slip his slender acrylic tipped fingers beneath the pink spandex thong and work his throbbing clitoris.

“I will get you in the end,” Mistress Honeypot sighed and paused to listen to him pant. “I always get what I want. And once you succumb and rub that pretty little pussy into a frenzy, you will be stuck with the body you have when those sweet cries of ecstasy roll over those plump dick suckers you have.” She clicked her fingers and as if to prove a point, Sandro's already sizeable lips fattened even further giving him a permanent pout. “Ultimately you're only making this worse for yourself. If you weren't so stubborn, you would have had a splendid little female body to enjoy – now look at you! You're going to spend the rest of your life as a walking wet dream.”

“Hhhhhuuhhh,” Sandro gasped and tried desperately to stand up straight but the giant globes hanging from his chest weighed him down and he only succeeded in tilting his head back. A long bleached-blonde ponytail cascaded down his back and settled between his ass cheeks setting off a whole new level of desire from within him. His mind blurred and he found himself fantasizing about having his hair pulled as something long and hard parted his backside. “No!!” he cried, “FOCUS!” The dominatrix's laughter broke his thoughts and he realised in horror he had screamed out loud. Regret seized him in that moment. Why did he have to take his dirty little orgasm denial fetish from camgirls to the real deal? Hands off...hands on. Red light...green light. He wished he had given himself a hands off or a big red light the second he found Mistress Honeypot on OnlyFemmes and started typing out the DM to send her.

“I must say, I am impressed!” The tall woman smiled coldly. “No man has ever lasted this long before...” She snapped her fingers and Sandro's tits ballooned another three sizes until they heaved against the soft fabric that housed them. His face flushed with a cocktail of pleasure and shame. “But you what they say...the bigger they are, the harder them cum!” She placed her hands on her hourglass hips as her new bimbo collapsed onto the white leather sofa, tore off the pink thong and frantically jammed four fingers into a waiting, gushing mound.

Season 6 Prologue (Whatever Happened to the Pink n Prissy Collective? Part 1)

 0/25

Surprise!! Not a Flashback Friday but a whole new set of captions. I think I have been a bit mean this time around. Not deliberately but it just ended up that way and a lot of my 'nicer' ideas got pushed back to the next batch because I accidentally made too many.

Today we have the prologue and it is the first part of a story that will run right through the season. It is a continuation of Pink n Prissy series, which you can find on my index of linked captions. I hope you enjoy what's to come...

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The Pink n Prissy Collective huddled around the campfire. Wrapped in a faux-fur lined coat, the girly-girl Cassie cosied up to the leather jacketed tomboy Terri as she flicked through photos of their recent haul of sissies. The last remaining of these prissified boys sat next to them- still unable to speak after his friends had been released from their silence by the antidote to the vocal chord freezing serum. Clad in a short skirt and heels, Sam shivered against the cold and burned with humiliation. He shuddered as Charlotte waved a small pink box at him from across the fire. The tushy tickler was no longer rammed in his backside but the painful aftermath was still being felt. The blonde girl opposite turned her attention to Cassie, shaking the buttplug in its container and winking, receiving a roll of the eyes in response from her fellow Collective member.

“Alright, girls,” Josie stood above them holding a smore. “It has been a few years since we did this.” She smiled sadly. “It had been a few years since we did any of the fun things we have done recently. You see Sammy-kins, as wonderful as it was sissifying you and your friends – good ole' times and all that – we didn't do it just to torture you. There is method to our meanness after all. No, actually we need your help.” Sam looked up at her startled.

“You see, Sam,” Terri took the lead. “We've been dormant for four years and we need your help to fix that. But before we can tell you what we need, we need to tell you why we've been laying low.”

“You'll get your chance to earn back your voice,” Josie continued, “but first you need the facts. You need to know about Stephanie and Kirsten.” She paused to take a bite of marshmallow. “I wasn't always the leader of this merry little group. First there was Stephanie – you think we are mean, well, you should have seen Steph... Okay, long story short, we kicked her out and she did not take it well...”

“Next came Grace,” Charlotte took over, “and sadly, she picked the wrong boy to stuff in a dress. What seemed like a routine sissification went badly wrong and the boy's maniac older sister got involved and...well, let's just say we don't see Grace any more...”

“The point is, Sam,” Cassie looked him solemnly in the eye, “we had two hardcore women gunning for revenge against us and what happened next shaped the last four years of our lives. We brought you here tonight for a campfire story. I know that you didn't come willingly, but I beg that you listen so that you understand what needs to happen next. Listen carefully, because we're going to tell you a tale of betrayal, revenge and sex. And it all begins with a sissy...”

Whatever Happened to Grace? (Flashback Friday)

 Happy Friday everybody!! Today's flashback is for Out of Retirement, which was a three part story from 2016 and can be found here (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3). This is part of my Pink n Prissy Collective series, which can be found in my linked captions index.

“Ohh poor baby. Don't clench. You will only make it worse,” Kirsten cooed and stroked Grace's cheek in the twilight of her bedroom. “Look, you've drooled all over my sheets. You'll want to be more careful with that mouth.” She grabbed her toy firmly by the hair and pulled her up into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding forcefully down Grace's throat before she yanked the girl's head back and used her face to mop the damp patch on the bed covers.

“S-s-sorry,” Grace whimpered. She was silently cursing her firm gym-sculpted body as her firm ass seemed determined to suck on the buttplug tail Kirsten had stuffed inside her like a lollipop. With every swat, with every hair-pull, her body tensed even more and her asscheeks clenched tighter around the perverse object until she thought she might explode. Desperately, she tried to pry her cheeks apart but the leather cuffs securing her wrists only allowed a few inches movement and her futile fumbling just resulted in her hole massaging the steel device. She moaned softly.

“Oh, you are such a little slut,” her mistress grinned. “I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on you. Even in those tomboy clothes, I saw your potential. I could see you were just waiting for someone strong like me to make you their whore. You thought you were cut out for sissifying boys? I wrote the book on sissifying boys. And you know what? I'm even better with girls...”

“S-s-so s-s-sorry,” Grace watched helplessly as the powerful girl took out a keyfob and the cold metal of the buttplug began to pulsate in her backside. “Nooo,” she cried gently and tried to send her mind elsewhere. It only worked in as much as she cast her thoughts back to earlier that day when Kirsten had sent her off to school in that humiliatingly feminine outfit. Everyone knew she was now a pet. How could they not? She had gone from wearing jeans and hoodies to being draped in frilly dresses and cute stockings with bows at the top. Even her former Pink n Prissy Collective sisters looked at her with a mixture of horror and pity, fully aware that one wrong move could lead to them suffering the same fate.

“Hush,” Kristen demanded, “there are much better uses for that tongue.” Grace noticed that she had slipped out of her pyjama pants and was sitting with her legs spread wide at the top her bed. The taste of the older girl's pussy was by now familiar yet it was no less unpleasant. The one plus of having her nose and mouth pressed into the sopping gash was that it momentarily took her mind off the thrumming steel ruining her ass. With one hand on the back of Grace's head pulling her closer, Kirsten stroked the tail through her fingers as if it belonged to a cat. As the pleasure from her licking subject grew more intense, her fondling became erratic until finally, in a moment of ecstasy, she moved both hands to Grace's head and pulled her in as she gushed over her face. Kirsten sighed loudly and began to mop herself slowly with her slave's face.

Eventually, the buttplug stopped throbbing and Grace gasped as it was slid out of her ass with a pop. She knew what was coming next and didn't even bother to open her eyes even as Kirsten's juices dribbled down her lashes. She simply opened her mouth ready as she always did. Obediently, as she always was...

Whatever Happened to Edward? (Flashback Friday)

 Happy Friday!! Today we're flashing back to June 2015 and catching up with Edward Pool. See, I can be nice sometimes. The calm before the storm maybe...? Ted Talks was a five part series and you can find the original captions here... Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5

It might be the end of the week but some things just go on a bit too long. This is true for noone more than the subject of today's flashback. When his co-worker and rival, Gloria, injected him with a serum that gave him a high-pitched feminine voice, Edward was faced with the choice of dropping out of the race to become the next National Sales Manager of South Carolina Asset Management or embrace his brand new soft-sponkenness and go to the industry's annual convention as a female alter-ego. Obviously, he chose the former and things spiraled out of control leaving Ted with a long term role in Vegas as a blonde bombshell. Five years have passed so let's see how things turned out...

Edward Pond never did make National Sales Manager at S.C.A.M.. Not that he would shed any tears. In fact, he actually turned the position down. His assignment courting the company's most important clients in Vegas was a roaring success – so much so that it was extended...and extended...and extented, giving Edward a run on the strip to rival Celine Dion. Sparkling glitz, it turned out, was the perfect companion to his silver tongue and being constantly on stage in gaudy outfits, he noticed something surprising – he was beginning to feel comfortable with that.

When Madison, Edward's gorgeous secretary, finally placed the National Sales Manger job offer on his desk, it came with a raft of other opportunities from head-hunters who wanted the skills and charm of his glamorous alter-ego. The chance to travel extensively and earn a seven figure salary came with the caveat he be making much more use of his acquired ability of walking in high-heels. Madison watched as he wrestled with the decision and quietly placed another sheet of paper on his desk...

"Do...re...mi...fa...cough...do...re...mi.." Edward put a manicured hand to his neck and cleared his throat once more. "Do...re...mi..." Even after all these years, his surgically altered voice still sounded alien to him. No more than when he was trying to warm up for a speech. He pursed his painted red lips and sighed. It was the first sales conference in six months and he was nervous. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen so many people in a room together. With shaking hands, he peeked beyond the curtain at the sprawling rows of faces and went back to checking his outfit, his speech notes and warming up his voice. "Do...re...mi.."

"You're going to be fine," the exquisite looking Madison strolled over to his backstage hiding place and smiled widely. "You look amazing in that outfit by the way." She looked up and down approvingly at his expensive white dress. "Here, perhaps this will help you calm down." She stepped towards him, wrapped her arms around the back of his head and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. Nearby a roadie knocked over a ladder at the apparent sight of the two women making out. Edward's breathing relaxed and he thought for not the first time how taking this job had been the right choice. Madison ended the kiss and he gazed into her eyes. Not that it had been the only proposal on his desk he had accepted that day in Vegas...

Whatever Happened to Alan? (Flashback Friday)

 Hola! Today we flashback to one of my personal favourite captions. You can read the original On the Fly caption here. Have a great weekend!

It's Friday once again and as the weather is getting warmer, it only seems right to make our flashbacks a little hotter. This week we catch up with Alan, a budding scientist whose world was turned upside-down when the teleportation device he was working on accidentally spliced his body with his daughter's Barbie, which had been left inside his invention. Let's take a look and see how fantastic life in plastic really is...

Alan hadn't been outside in nearly five years. Modern online shopping had allowed him to exist as a literal basement dweller for nearly half a decade. Alone since his terrified family had ran screaming from the house, he spend all his time tinkering with the machine that had turned him into a life-sized doll, trying to find a way to reverse the process.

He clambered from the teleportation pod, electricity still rippling through his body from his latest attempt and groaned with frustration at the sight of the long glossy legs that formed the lower half of his body. They shone with a plastic pallor and felt stiff like a pair of giant knitting needles coming together to make round bimbo butt at one end. He had gone through the machine with yet another Barbie and the doll's gymnastics leotard now enveloped his body with the same plastic sheen. It was getting worse... Going through the teleporter with doll after doll might seem desperate, but what else could he do? He had tried starting from the other device, going through with the doll disassembled into its individual parts, going through with a male doll, but each new experiment just resulted in a glossier, curvier, more plastic Alan. Enough was enough...

He looked over to the mountain of dolls ordered online in various stages of dress and sighed. He couldn't give up but his this current line of working was becoming too dangerous. With every leap his joints became stiffer, his body more numb – not to mention he was completely at the mercy of whatever ridiculous hair or outfit came with each doll. He just couldn't go on like this. Looking back at the box of Barbies, a realisation struck and suddenly he knew exactly what he had to do.

The basement stairs were treacherous in six inch heels but his feet were now permenantly molded toes down like a doll's so he had little choice but to brave the climb. His legs were as flexible as stilts and he leaned forwards against the handrail to keep his balance, accepting the inevitable as the skin tight leotard rode uncomfortably up his ass Finally, he was at the top of the stone steps and moved to the house's main staircase while cursing the fact the bathroom was on the top floor. It would be worth it however. If he was going to do this, he would need the sleeping pills in the cabinet. He screamed at his ridiculous body as he tripped up yet another stair and tried to reassure himself that regardless of how absurd his existense had become, it was no longer going to get any worse. He was going to figure out how to fix himself if it was the last thing he did. He was going to get that damned machine to work properly but until it did he had taken his last trip through it. Collecting the sleeping pills, he left his house for the first time in five years – in search of test subjects...

Whatever Happened to Tim? (Flashback Friday)

 I feel like I call a lot of my victims Tim... Anywhizzle, this one is Flashback to There's Not an App for That from 2015

Good morning, you're through to UltraReal Bodysuits Customer Care, my name is Felicity. How can I help you today?

Hello there. My name's Trinity...

Wait...wait. You're a woman?

Sigh...well I suppose I am now...thanks to you...I used to be Tim...except five years ago I was locked inside one of your ModernWoman bodysuits for supposedly violating your piracy rules.

I remember. You jailbroke your suit and ironically turned it into a prison. How is life as a ModernWoman treating you anyway?

Quite well actually.

What...really?!

Well, yes. Of course it took a while to adapt, but once I accepted this was my life now, I was able to use my new feminine perks to my advantage. It turns out being a woman is actually really easy.

Is that right...?

Sure it is. With my computer engineering knowledge from my old life and my new looks and charm, I was able to build a multimillion dollar startup from the ground up.

Not to mention the absolute fortune you have spent in our webstore to enhance your suit. I am looking at your account now. Not exactly playing on a level playing field with the rest of us girls are you?

Well, actually that's why I'm calling. All the new features I've downloaded have been great...the improved vision...the linguistics...all of it. Except the old features that is. The ones from when this thing was just a...sigh...sex toy to me.

The sensitive nipples...bimbo mode..horney harlot mode...

Yes, yes...those...

Sorry, I didn't hear that. There was some noise in the background.

Oh, right. I'm on a balcony on the building I own in the city. There's a lot of traffic right now.

Is that so? So, what's the problem again?

Well, it's kind of awkward. As I said, I am very successful but I still get these urges. Looking like I do, people always seem to think I slept my way to the top and...well...sometimes it gets too much and I worry I might prove them right...

So...?

So, I was wondering if you could turn Horney Harlot mode off?

Sorry, I didn't catch that. The traffic was loud again. What was that about Horney Harlot mode?

Turn it off.

What!?

Turn it off!!

Turn it up? Gotcha. Cranking it up to 11 right now. I'm sure you're gonna enjoy your next board meeting. Have a satisfying day now!