#tfcaption

[stranger224]

Barbra examined the choker with a wary eye. she was supposed to be shopping for a birthday gift for her boyfriend, but something about this choker had caught her eye and was slowly catching her brain. The choker was not her style, and was so over the top she wasn't sure it was anyone’s style. Bubblegum pink, with the word Barbie on it in rhinestone encrusted letters styled to match the font of the namesake toy. Still something about the choker’s honest unblated gaudiness made Barbra’s head swim; she had to have it. Taking the choker to the register, she had it scanned then removed the tag and slipped it around her neck. shuffling the ends of her short brown hair, she locked the clasp into place.

Barbra found herself admiring her new bling in a jewelry mirror by the counter. It was so tacky it made her smile. “Here is your change. Have a good day Barbie.” the clerk said.

Barbra felt a numbing tingle run up her spine, ending in a relaxing brain fog settling over her mind. every ounce of stress left her body leaving her floaty and relaxed. The one exception was her clothing; it felt a little tight particularly, around her tits and ass. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive and it took a fair bit of will power to stop herself from rubbing them right in the middle of the mall. Chalking the feeling up to fatigue Barbra decided to treat herself to a coffee, something strong and bitter to wake her up.

Walking toward the coffee shop she called her boyfriend Darryl “Hey babe what’s up” he asked answering the phone

“Not much just shopping, has anyone told you you are a pain to shop for?”

Darryl laughed “from you baby it's not that hard just wear that red dress i like with the bow on the back. You are the only present i need”

“You hornball” she said laughing “maybe if i'll get a nice set of fake tits and call that your present,oh hang on a sec. I have to order. “

“What can I get for you?” the barista asked

“Um a red eye black please”

“Got it. Name?” he said, eyeing the out of place choker around her neck

“Barbie '' the name came out instinctually followed by a giggle. The tightness in her shirt and pants intensified and something about her head felt wrong. she shook her head making the pair of long blond pigtails dance around her face cutely.

Returning to her call they chatted for a bit while her order was prepared

“Order for Barbie!” the barista yelled.

Baraba’s world spun like she was drunk. A strong sense of vertigo overwhelmed her like she was suddenly a foot taller. Stepping over to get her drink, her pink platform heels clacked on the tile floor. “Like here!” she said, picking up her iced frappuccino, Taking a sip she nearly gagged on the sweet liquid in her cup. “hey” she said to the barista “This totally isn't my order!”

The confused barista checked the ticket and showed it to her “one skinny Iced mocha latte for Barbie '' she read. Barbra face suddenly felt heavier particularly in the lips and eyes. She fluttered her long lashes at the barista. “I like ordered the unicorn frap since it matched my outfit” She gestured to the baby pink t-shirt she was now wearing with the word Fake emblazoned tightly against tits that were not larger than her head this morning.

The barista rolled her eyes at the walking sex doll in front of her “That's what I gave you Barbie” with a blink of her heavy lids the drink was in fact the proper bubble gum pink color. She smiled as best she could through her botox frozen face “Sorry I can be a bit of a ditz sometimes' '. she said before clacking away from the counter. Now refueled with a surgery drink she passed a store that had a mirror in its display. Barbra for the first time saw the full effect of all the changes: a heavy make-up caked face, frozen with plastic surgery. framed by a pair of high blond pigtails that tickled the underside of her chin when she shook her head. Her chest was now a pair of fake looking bolt ons and a tapered waist ending in a pair of pink cheeky shorts that did little to cover the BBL she was dragging behind her. On the very bottom was a pair of pink platform heels that clacked cheaply with every step she took. The entire package was wrapped up with trashy looking rhinestone bangles, wristlets and belts. This body was sex on legs designed to make cocks hard and pussies wet. The shock of the transformation was enough to cut through the pink fog that was settling around Barbra’s brain. The changes and weird feelings she had had led her to a single conclusion: The choker. The pink fog was rapidly refilling her brain making her thoughts slow and simple. The choker was turning her to this, this bimbo! She tried to remove it but her long claw nails couldn't press the release button.

She stamped her foot and pouted what had she been doing again? She pulled out her phone and dialed the one person who could help her “Hey Darryl?” she said.

“Yes, Barbie” her boyfriend said At the sound of her name her tits doubled in size again and her lips puffed up into a keyhole pout. “I need your help! something is happening! I bought a collar at a weird store and it's doing something to Barbie! And Barbie can’t stop it! please come Daddy! I'll suck your cock so good if you help!”

Those were the last words she would be able to say easily when her lips puffed up further making talking difficult. “Don't leave the mall” her boyfriend said “I'll be right there”

“Like thank you Daddy” she forced out. These lips were made for one thing and it wasn’t talking. Settling her inflated rear on a bench she noticed something that she had missed before, Something hard stiff was in her ass. Squeezing her rear she could just make out the shape. It was a butt plug. Rocking forward just a bit she let out a gasp. The tip rubbing inside her gave her the ghost of an orgasm. the pink fog intensified at the feeling. her body shivered suddenly feeling pent up like she hadn't orgasmed in weeks. Thoughts of all the yummy edges she had been having flooded her mind. She sipped her drink through the straw, having something between her lips to suck on felt so right.

A mother and her daughter walked by her. “Look mommy! the girl said. “That lady looks like a Barbie!” the mother sniffed. “Looks more like a harlot to me but come along child”

Barbie's phone beeped and she felt something begin to vibrate in her panties. One hand found its way to her breast while the other slipped between her legs teasing herself close to an orgasm. She would stay nice and wet for daddy once he arrived. maybe she could convince him to fuck her in the bathroom, that would be fun! She opened her eyes hoping someone would see what a horny slut she was. What a good bimbo she could be. the quiet mmhs build to moans that steadily grew in volume. She was so close. she need to fuck. She needed cock.

“Barbie?” Barbie’s eye shot open as a screaming orgasm nearly escaped her lip.

She looked up and saw Daddy standing over her confused. “fuck me?” she asked. Eyes pleading for him to understand what she needed. “Fuck me?” she begged. Hefting her oversized ass off the bench, she shook it for him desperate for something to fill her. “Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK MEEEEEE!” were the only word she could force out of her lips.

Darryl looked at her confused. “What happened to you?” He saw the clasp of the collar around her neck “That’s right. Hold still I’ll give you what you want” he pressed his denim covered cock against the fabric of her shorts. Her body instantly stilling in response. A few second of fumbling and she was free. Her body began to feel lighter, while her brain felt faster. her love doll curves shrinking back to her normal proportion. her clothing becoming the jeans and t-shirt she had arrived at the mall in. The only lasting change was the butt plug, she could still feel it inside of her and she was surprised to find she didn’t mind it. Darryl looked on in shock, until the changes finished. “Are you ok to drive?” he asked cautiously.

“I think so,” she said, rubbing her head.

“Looks like you found the best birthday gift for me after all” he teased trying to lighten the humiliating experience she had just been through. She threw her arm around him for a comforting hug and snuggle at his joke “maybe i did. and if you're good i'll put it back on later with that red dress you like so much”.

He pulled her into a tight embrace “Best gift ever”.

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This was so much fun to write, I drew heavy inspiration from an (AB/DL) story The Magic Collar by https://www.deviantart.com/peculiarchangeling check out their stories if you are into that sort of thing

Also I have no clue who the model in the picture is if anyone knows let me know so I can credit them

Thanks and Enjoy!

[senorincognito69]

A piggy pig princess (Woman into pig TF caption)

Pig tail fairy tale. Written for the wonderful lovely Princess_Lil and with art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/corelle-vairel/ ---Text: The princess glared at the mirror with worry, the trembling tip of her snout taking up more space between her eyes every day. It had all begun when, in a demonstration of vain aristocratic smugness, she made the mistake of daring to mock a passing demon. The demon simply answered back: “I see no princess, no woman, just a piggy piglet sow, if my eyes lie then mirrors shall surely prove me right.” Nonsense words from a nonsense fiend, but it started to make sense a week or so later, when, whilst performing her royal duties in court, the princess grunted loudly, following such an ungraceful public act with a long squeal that made her nose turn round. The nature of her curse claiming her tender flesh was figured out by the court magicians after some experimentation, everytime she looked at her own reflection, tiny bit by tiny bit, she became more of a sow and less of a woman. Covering all mirrors would seem like a simple enough solution, but it was not only glass, but any reflective surface that shifted her closer to becoming an oinker. A curly tail sprouted above her bum just from staring at the blurry shape in a puddle of water. By the time her bane was clearly understood the princess had already changed so much that not even she had the will left to avoid her image. Shorter, pinker, plumper and softer, her svelte figure beyond gone and her porky humiliation on display for the whole realm. Adventurers were sent out to find a cure for the princess' disgrace, but her floppy ears also caught the whispers around the court, ministers were already plotting and gloating treacherously about the inauguration of a royal pig pen. Yet… The more she looked at herself in the glass, the stronger the flutter in her heart became. Her curly tail shook and she wondered when her teats would begin to grow or when her feet would become trotters… Wasn’t it a fact that her chubbiness made her cuter than before? Her swollen bust was spectacular and so was her arse… Wouldn't a princess such as herself make a fine prize sow? Perhaps it was naivete, delusion perhaps, or the nature of her damnation, the conquering porcine whispering the human away… but if the piglet in the mirror was true there was nothing wrong with the princess growing fond of herself… This caption was part of a batch of captions from the Shoebox subs. I do not own the rights to the original images, if the owners requests their removal I will remove them. If you would like to help Senor Kinky Studio produce more TFerotica consider using one of these links: https://senorincognito69.gumroad.com/ https://senorincognito69.fanbox.cc/ And don’t forget to fave, watch and comment! 8D

[imsrtman]

Hello, same guy asking about tfcaptions

The two stories I could remember were these:

one was about a guy being locked in his apartment and becoming a straight jockbro without realizing it, the other was about a gymbro transforming a nerd's friends into meatheads like him

I believe you're talking about these two.

[notmuchtoconceal]

text and manipulation by @tfcaptions

[inanimatetffantasies]

I absolutely love your content but where can find more from other creators?

Some of the best inanimate blogs and blogs that write about inanimate scenarios sometimes or rarely here, or have otherwise posted inanimate tf-adjacent content on tumblr are:

Any inanimate tf blogs that wish to be added, let me know :)

@southern-god1

@bizzhideaway https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

@baranchik3

@imsuitedforyou

@zadenight

@maletfs

Sylen's Mystical Menagerie and Potions emporium

PJ World of Transformation

@transformee

@cooperstfranch

@tfcaptions

@worldofdirtyimagination

@aandf21

https://sxssybaby-writing.tumblr.com/

https://0vorenation0.tumblr.com/

@brandedx2

https://dougtfs.tumblr.com/

@matsmi13

@poprock-the-baker

@tfkinksterz

@tfstation

@davidsp01 https://davidsp01.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate-tf

@transformhim

@scallylad89 https://scallylad89.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@tight-stories https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/tight-stories

@repurpose-yourself https://repurpose-yourself.tumblr.com/

@dystopia-fantasy

@henrycavbsc

@soul-controller

@cinaedefuri

@thetfchangingroom

@hemsworthfootslave

@submissivegayfrenchboy

@maletfwitch

@darth-sect

@absqrst

@jackbrucetf

@hikaru211

https://www.tumblr.com/gay-slav

@cyberaesthetickpopoaf

@ro-fujin-tf

@gayratguy

@supermenintights

@ivoredthebirthdayboy

@yourdarkstuff

@mrcavanaughtf

@shapedbydesire

@maletfwitch

@artificial-transmutations

@gayvkul99

@leatherpupcolt

@jackbrucetf

@bat-woodfeet-us

@krulersblog

@thetfguy

@tf-man

https://www.tumblr.com/pup-jaxx/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@thetfer

@artificial-transmutations

https://www.tumblr.com/shapedbydesire/tagged/inanimate%20t/

https://www.tumblr.com/ultram0th/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/bigboysfalldeep/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/wishmaster/tagged/inanimate%20transformation

@king-craftsman

@anon-sect

@anon-sect2

@anon-vester

@thetfspot-inanimate

@inanimate-jock

@tf-center

@hogtfs

@pup-jaxx

@wakeup01

@tf-kinky

@pup-jaxx

@the-shiftshop

@avegaytfenjoyer

@breedertfs

@ragtortf

@mrrharper

@celebtf

@johnsmithforstupidstuff

@hopelessmorph

@petew21-blog

@cletusgold

@brodygold

@axeeglitter

@misctf

@jockedbigbro

@polo-drone-001

@ultram0th

@wakeup01

@swappingbryn

@lio-giant

Other external sources I like:

Cockatrices Story Index

The Dirty Spiders’s Stories

AlexDomPup Stories

TFs, and Vore, and Merging! Oh My!

Inanimate Paradise Discord Server

VoreNation Fantasy World Discord Server

Cock Transformation Discord Server

Vore Writers's Gallery Discord Server

Shindan Inanimate Generator (check inanimate tag for other inanimate shindans)

https://unidentified-tf.github.io/TF-Generator/

https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

https://mrcavanaughstories.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

Gay Spiral Stories

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kanada/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/medkit/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blueballs/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/andres820/

https://wesleybracken.com/tag/inanimate/

https://twitter.com/aandf21

https://www.patreon.com/craftsman

https://www.patreon.com/TFStationAICreations

https://www.deviantart.com/search/collections?q=inanimate+tf

https://www.deviantart.com/vorewriter22/gallery/82481900/object-tf

Enolt's TF Creations

https://twitter.com/search?q=inanimate%20tf&src=typed_query

https://inanimate.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page

https://www.reddit.com/r/inanimatetf/

https://www.reddit.com/user/grinningpup/

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Inanimate%20TF

https://collectortfstation.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://video.coiledfist.org/video/2528/shrink-into-toy

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fa3c8f98c11f <candy tf>

Inanimate TF Wiki

https://ethanwhite.indieerotica.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://listofdeaths.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Deaths_by_Transformation_into_an_Inanimate_Object

Inanimate TF stories I found:

Being TP

Drew’s sneaker

Fleshlight

Life as a condom

New Alethic socks

One sorry pair of shoes

Trevor's Gear: Pre Game

The new insoles

Transformation Story

Hell Week Day One

Permanent Vacation

Roommate's Property

Special Guests and Axel's Wedding

Fleshlight

Hell Week

Trevor's Game and Tryouts

Sneakerplay

Transformation Story

Tib

The New Insoles

Inanimate TFs where women are the transformer or transformee:

@thea-inanimate

https://www.deviantart.com/ferrocksyll/gallery

http://onceiwasaman.blogspot.com/

https://www.deviantart.com/mcpeacy/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/91bb/gallery/54455007/inanimate-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/ourmonkeymasters/gallery/71192883/inanimate-tf-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/monicawitch/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/teysa02/favourites/68466978/tf-inanimate

https://tfsrus.wordpress.com/

https://inanimatetf.wordpress.com/galleries-archives/from-the-old-blog/

[stranger224]

“What’s up fun-fam! I thought y'all would like to see that I do more for Daddy then just pleasure his cock. I also help out with the laundry!” Sky made sure to put in a little extra jiggle for the camera as she bent over to put her outfits into the dryer. She could feel all her fans staring at her panties under her skirt. It made her feel so yummy. 

Over his monitor Tom watched as his bimbo fiancée prance around their laundry room: putting on a show for her followers. Skyler had been so smart once, dressing in power suits and other such professional clothing. “Clothing makes the woman” she said to her mirror. Tom had decided to take her up on that challenge. Using his skills as a chemical engineer he had formulated the detergent that she was now erotically sniffing for her cam fans. “Mmmh I just like love this special detergent Daddy made for me! It makes everything smell like bubblegum and cotton candy!” The detergent slowly changed her clothing with each successive wash. Her skirts grew slightly shorter, stockings grew longer, underwear got racier. And as the clothing changed, so did the woman. Wearing the outfits Skyler began to focus a bit more on her appearance, applying just a bit more makeup to match her changing wardrobe. Soon she began buying more clothing that suited her changing fashion sense. As her outfits changed Skyler noticed that the way her coworkers treated her changed along with it. Stares at her rear or chest became increasingly frequent. Men around her seemed more friendly and eager to help her. 

After loading the clothing and closing the lid Sky looked at the camera “hey you guys wanna see my impression on a washing machine? She began to rotate her hips sensually humming a Selena song when she got a full turn around she flipped up her mini skirt showing off her glistening pussy to her horny viewers.

 The next load of laundry moved her wardrobe another notch sluttier. Her skirts became so short and tight the tops of her garters came into view and if something was on the bottom shelf it was clear that her panties had become a thong. Skyler didn't seem to notice. Of course she loved modeling even skimpier outfits for Tom. an old tshirt of hers had shrunk to a short tight belly shirt that showed off her beautiful tits.

 Does this skirt make my ass look big? She asked the camera  shaking her rear for the viewers she giggled at that “clothing does make the woman” he thought “a few cycles ago she would have been furious at me for recording this on my phone” he thought. The fourth load saw the addition of stripper style heels to her wardrobe. She loved click-clacking around the office watching as her boss smiled as she went by him.

Watching his fiancee masturbate on top of the vibrating washing machine made him think  back to the day she had gotten fired. Her once professional suits had gone through five slutty cycles and were starting to look like fetishwear and lingerie. On that fateful day,  some high up had walked in on her sucking her boss's cock under his desk, wearing a white t-shirt that said Bimbo in barbie script and a mini skirt that stopped at the crest of her ass. She then tried to suck the Higherup’s cock to become his exxx-cutive assistance.

 When she had gotten home she didn't seem to really understand what had happened. Only that it meant she had more time to go shopping for hot outfits. Those shopping trips were what caused Tom to make her only fans’ mostly to offset the bill she rang up at the mall. Ending the stream she prance into his office and kneeled between his legs, ass wiggling invitingly for his cock. she looked so fuckable like that. the scraps of clothign she had only enhancing her sexual need, rather then hiding it “fuck” Tom though as he slipped easily into her wet snatch. Clothing really does make the woman.

Model : Alicedelish

[inkyleaf]

Quickie: Nonchalant

Yeah there's a string of these that were meant to be "quick" but I ended up getting carried away 😋 Day 12!~!~

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[senorincognito69]

Heritage disputes (Man into horse TF caption)

One gets the cash, the other gets the saddle.

---Text:

Pete MacDougall died last night, his corpse was still warm, yet his two children didn’t wait for the mourning to finish before escalating the conflict. Philip, the oldest of the two, made the first move, certain that he would win. Against his wife’s wishes he invited Grace to their ancestral house with the intention of putting her half-sister in her place. The two siblings met in the gardens, under the voyeuristic view of several servants. Philip didn’t even try and pretend to show a facade of courtesy, instead going directly to the point.

“I am my father's only true son,” he said as a greeting when Grace arrived. “You are his worst mistake, the offspring of a farmhand whore who should have known her place and stayed in the stables. I’m the one that will take the reins of the company and all the wealth. Tone down your bitchery and I will allow you to live comfortably, try to oppose me and your life will turn to misery, understood?”

Grace wasn’t intimidated by the verbal assault, the woman, who was wearing her riding boots, calmly crossed her arms.

“I don’t think so,” she answered. “It will be me holding the reins of control from now on and you’re gonna leave and if you want to continue to live as a man you’d better make sure I never see or hear from you again or you’re gonna end up working in dad’s stables, just like your mother.”

“What are you talking about?” Philip chuckled, shaking his head. “Nonsense… Do you have a block of salt for brains? You think you can make me work as a stableman?”

“Not as a stableman, but as a breeding beast. That’s why your mother went missing, mine turned her into a horse. Remember Gold? Your favorite mare? It was your mom, she lived, fucked and died as a horse and if you don’t leave now you will inherit her legacy.”

That bizarre revelation shifted the vibe, Philip felt an odd jerking oppression in his balls.

“That’s nonsense…” he repeated, slightly losing his footing. “Nonsense.”

“Father is no longer here to protect you, daddy’s boy. This is your last warning: Go live with your kids, your wife and that secretary you have sex with… or live on all fours.”

A brief silence followed, Philip put his hands in his pockets.

“You are a crazy whore.

Then Grace uttered a single word.

…

“Stallion.”

“Mmphhhh!”

There was a brief fluctuation in the air, Philip turned red like a tomato before his cock and balls burst out of his pants, obliterating them. His sex morphed, the phallus growing inhumanly long, round and pink, leaving his foreskin behind, his balls hanging down and swelling, his sack leathery and black.

He looked down at his equine dick with his mouth half-open.

“Wha-ha… What did you du to…” he babbled.

“Stallion.”

“Iiiiiiiiiiii!”

The whinny came out as his face and neck stretched, his ears too. He dropped forward onto all fours as the surge of musculature tore apart more of his expensive clothes. Ripping sounds, black fur coating his tense skin, a tail swings over an exposed anus, middle toes and middle fingers merging into deformed proto-hooves, a mane slides down his neck. Grace claps a couple of times and if it was all according to a plan a few servants entered the scene.

“Get him ready,” she orders.

The servants surrounded Philip and began to strip him of all the rags.

“Dun touch meeeeeeeeigh you filthhhhhhg!” he grunted feebly as, once naked, the servants easily strap reins and a saddle around his head and on top of his widening back.

Grace walks behind the growing horse-man and lifts the tail of his fully equine arse.

“We are just setting the record straight: I’m the daughter of a witch, you are the son of a broodmare.”

The horse attempted to protest, her hand grabs one of his throbbing balls, he snorts, she squeezes.

“NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!”

Philip's eyes grew blank, he rears up on his massive body on his back legs as he swings the front ones in the air, his cock unloads a blast of sperm onto the earth in the garden before the servants pull the reins, forcing him back down onto all fours.

The servants finished tying the riding gear to the beast, they nodded to Grace and left. When Philip’s eyes come back from the darkness they are completely equine as he’s been completely reduced to a horse. Grace grabs the reins.

“Move, Dark, I have to break you down so you know your place and stay in the stables.”

The shocked and exhausted stallion tried to resist, but Grace only has to pull on the reins once for him to submissively follow along towards the stables, meanwhile the servants diligently cleaned up ever hint of the spot where Philip MacDougall met his heritage, because he might as well have never existed as a man.

This caption was part of a batch of captions from the Shoebox tier of subscribers. I do not own the rights to the original images, if the owners requests their removal I will remove them. If you would like to help Senor Kinky Studio produce more TFerotica consider supporting us in one of these webpages: subscribestar.adult/SenorIncog… senorincognito69.fanbox.cc/ senorincognito69.gumroad.com/ And don’t forget to fave, watch and comment! 8D

[imsrtman]

Hello, are there any stories from tfcaptions not from the archive account? There are a few stories I can't seem to find at all

Those are all the stories I could find. The captions you want may have been flagged or written by someone else. Would you mind telling me the plot?

If you're looking for the stories by an account with the same name (like this one) or @tfcaptions2, I didn't reblog them. I don't know if they're the same person, but I could try adding them to the collection if you want.

[stranger224]

Kinky Caption: Tabby Time

Tabby Time

“This was too much” Tabitha thought as she saw the giant plush bear her boyfriend, Matt had sent her as a present, the note on the bow said “For you to snuggle with when I’m out of town”. Tabitha rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend had a habit of sending her gifts that were childish, coloring books, plushies and tea sets with bright colors. He said he wanted her to be able to relax and not have to be a ‘serious whiskey drinking lawyer’ all the time and the gifts were to help her get in touch with her softer feminine side. Tabitha thought he was undermining her and if he wanted a childish doe eye piece of fluff to take care of he should find some bimbo to suck his cock and take his money.

Lacking any better option she dragged the bear into her apartment placing it on the left side of her bed, before getting into bed on the other side placing the bear’s arm under her head she quickly fell asleep. 

The next morning Tabitha woke up feeling refreshed and strong. Rolling onto her back she found that sometime during the night she had begun cuddling and spooning the oversized bear getting dressed and ready for work Tabitha found she was so energized she almost didn't need any coffee to get her day going and went out the door with a pep in her step.

“Work is hell” Tabitha thought as she kicked off her heel and poured herself a drink. Walking into her bedroom to change she saw the bear still in her bed where she had left it. She got into bed and pulled the bear around her. It was heavy but the weight wasn't suffocating as she had imagined it would be. Instead it was soothing protective even she decided this bear could stay at least until her boyfriend got back from Hong Kong next week.

As the week went by Tabitha found she was looking forward to bedtime more and more the giant teddy bear becoming the perfect sleeping companion thought it seemed to be bending her to her boyfriend way of thinking on Wednesday she found herself watching cartoons something she had not done in years and on friday she even took out one of the coloring books he had gotten her as she listened to music and drank a glass of wine saturday morning came with some bad news her boyfriend was going to be overseas another two weeks  “But daddy” she whined “i miss you” Tabitha’s eyes went wide “Daddy?” she thought he smiled at her “I see you got my gift” 

“What are you talking about” she said 

The bear: it has a prototype of a speaker I've been working on to plant subliminal messages like this: it's Tabby Time '' At his words a wave of calm washed over Tabitha she could feel her body visabley relax there was nothing to worry about Daddy would take care of everything. She could just color in her book an watch Tv something happy and simple but she had to get changed first she looked at her body these were Tabitha clothes and she wasnt Tabitha she was Tabby she took off the professional blouse make up and pants swapping for a pair of Short shorts and a babydoll tshirt that was almost a crop top on her and spent the rest of the day indulging her every whim she even masturbated twice that made her miss Daddy she wanted him to play with her and to fuck her. That night she went to bed cuddling Mr Bear. He was so soft and comfy and made her feel so yummy. The next morning her phone rang. It was Daddy! She picked it up with glee “Good MOrning Daddy she sang”

“Good Morning Princess Im sorry to do this but Tabitha it's time for work”

Tabitha’s Eyes widened as the hypnotic spell was lifted from her mind anger coursed through her body “What did you do to me you bastard! She yelled. 

“Wait just listen to me a second he protested How do you feel”

“Pissed at you beyond words”

“Fair. but how did you sleep last night”

That gave her pause she slept great in fact she cant remember being more relaxed

“I'm sorry for not telling you but I knew you would never agree otherwise and I just wanted you to have a space that was fully relaxed and have no worries a place for your body to heal itself when you need it most.”

 “Fine but did you have to make it so childish?”

“I didn't do that part. That was all you, I guess you feel most relaxed as a Little.

“A what?” 

“I'll explain more when I get home. You need to get to work, and I need to go to bed but I'll call you Friday.”

The following Sunday Matt entered his apartment and found it a mess. In fact it looked liked a child had been on a rampage for a full two days without supervision. Crayons and cereal were strewn everywhere, the tv was playing some childish Saturday morning cartoon. “Maybe leaving Tabby in charge over the weekend when he wasn't home to supervise had been a bad idea” Matt thought, as he entered the bedroom he found his girlfriend decked out in full childish bimbo wear. A pink bra and a pair of tight pj bottoms with cartoons on them she looked up from the large bear that sat on his side of the bed “Daddy your home” she exclaimed, “Are you ready for Tabby time?” .   

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Femme equals Bull: Farmhand (Woman into bull TF caption)♀️➡️♂️🐂

Chia joined the farm to work no matter what.

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The oblivious farmer's cousin (Woman into goose TF caption)♀️➡️🪿

The farmer remains obviously oblivious.

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Rearview tarantella (Woman into tarantula TF caption) ♀️➡️🕷️

What she saw required eight eyes.

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Beachy peachy mood

Peach, peach, peach.

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The sky was grey.

The Autumn cold had already consumed the heat of Summer.

The vacation was over, but the young woman, still in her swimsuit, stood on the shore, looking out at the sea, not feeling like leaving while her companions packed up the car. Cold waves licked her feet, but that wasn’t what made her shiver.

The weight of a dark hard seed in the middle of her chest.

On top of her head sprouted a pair of tiny green leaves.

Was it really that strange to desire another mundane life other than the human one? To just wish to rest worry free, as a bystander to the passage of the seasons? To reject the stress of the city in favour of the joy of the root?

The leaves thrived in her scalp, growing larger, shaken by the wind like the rest of her hair. She squatted down as she began to shrink and the squishy inflating sounds claimed her rear. The sensible curve of her fit buttocks gently and gradually expanded, round and thick, tugging the swimsuit. Around and beyond that area, climbing her legs and belly, her skin was mutated too, turning into a coat of soft velvet orangey tones.

Peach tones.

Another wave splashed, her name sounded in the distance, something was dropped in the sand behind her. The transforming woman took a glance back with the shine of melancholy in her eyes. She saw the man that was to be the only witness of her end staring back at her deforming form with an open mouth, the same guy whose name was written near the hearts tattooed in the fruit skin covering the tender fruity flesh of her swelling butt.

Her words were an omen.

“I don’t think I’m going back…”

…

With a grunt the peach-woman drops to her knees, the weight of her arse a toll too big to be withstood by her shortening limbs. The chills of the changes made her moan, her ass kept growing, her belly joined in with the swelling and the rest of her seemed to slowly be becoming nothing around the more or less spherical shaping of herself.

Smaller by the second she fell backwards, sliding out of her swimsuit.

The guy she might have loved, witness of her change, was fast enough to reach the fruit woman when some woman still remained in the fruit. So helplessly small she had become that she was easily lifted with two hands while still shrinking into her proper size. The guy could only look down, speechless, shocked, incapable of understanding how or why, or to try and fathom the absurdity of a woman becoming fruit.

Laying on top of those palms the peach-woman continued her metamorphosis. The fruit skin claimed her entire body, her hair fell out, leaving only the green stalk and its two leaves. Limbs tinier than twigs. A moaning face, flattened breasts and gaping vagina stretched in the front surface of the fruity sphere.

With a diminishing  gleeful voice wired with pure lust she spoke her final goodbye without any apology, regret or demure.

“Peeeeeel meeeeh…! Eeeeat meeeeeh…! Plaaaaaant meeeeh…! Leeeeeet…! Leet meeeeh flourishhhhhh into a niceeeeeeeeeeh PEACH treeeeeeeeeeh!”

The peach spasmed with pleasure in the guy’s palms as the unfathomable transformation came to it’s only possible finale. Limbs and tits nothing, a smiling face vanished in velvet, the pussy, gaping in orgasms, spat peachy juices onto the guy’s hands. It wasn’t malice, but the inertia of surprise, which made the guy move his hands when he felt the sticky liquid.

Plop in the sand.

Down there the changes concluded, the wet pussy twitched a final few times before sealing. A single twist of desire on the beach, one single maybe misstep of a whim, all the woman needed to get herself completely gone. All that remained was a ripe tattooed peach, a tasty desirable fruit, that wished nothing else but to grow into a tree somewhere with a good view of the sea. Which isn’t so disgraceful if you stop to consider that most fruits do not get any say in such matters.

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The Tourist Guide of The Petrified - 6 

 Venus at the Sea

Stop 87

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When walking along the seaside sidewalk in Sitges, you may come across a bronze statue of a woman looking out towards the sea and the promenade. There are no official records about when she was installed. Local accounts of her creation and display differ substantially.

A hand brushes against her thigh, stirring her from her slumber

She had lost track of how long she’s been here. Time is meaningless when you are inanimate metal. Humans run past her in a blur that she scarcely notices, save for the frisson of the touch of a hand on her skin or a curious stare in her eyes. Normally, the warmth of the sun and the salty sea breeze consume her limited attention. Both fill her with comfort and peace beyond description.

Some say that she was a local witch cursed by God to slowly turn into bronze for her sorcery. Others claim that she is the widow of a sailor who perished with the Spanish Armada at the battle of Battle of Gravelines, who waited at the shore until grief petrified her. The skeptical simply say that she was installed in the middle of the night by some local artists sometime during the past century. Whatever the case, The Venus of the Sea remains an iconic Sitges landmark.

If she were to have the option of turning back, she wouldn’t. All the complexities of life just seemed so troublesome and alien to her now. Her existence now was simple, typically unburdened by thoughts, a sort of blissful sleep. All she had to do was simply be, and experience the orgasmic pleasure of the elements against her hard exterior.

Someone is looking at her, staring into her eyes. It’s a woman, like her before she became her true self. She wishes that the woman could experience the same bliss that she does.

Rumor has it that the Venus is in fact cursed. If you stare too long into her eyes, or get overly handsy with her body. You will eventually share her fate by eloping off to the right place, your skin will harden to bronze, and you will be another statue like her. Staring out over the horizon of your chosen locale. Of course, no such thing has ever been proven, it’s just a little story the locals tell to scare tourists with.

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