Saturday 23 May 2020

A Final Caption

Huh. Apparently before I left I fully wrote and formatted this caption and then never published it. Weird. 

Anyway, if you hadn't figured by now, I've quit the TG caption game. It was fun for a while, but I've moved on to other things. More power to those who stick with it! 

Consider this a parting gift, I suppose, and do bear in mind that I wrote it like two years ago. 


It was John’s birthday!
John always enjoyed his birthday well enough. He loved the attention, and the presents, and the fact that he got to see all of his closest friends - and speaking of which, this birthday in particular was very special, as his long-distance girlfriend, Rei, had flown all the way from the other end of the country to see him!
She actually arrived the night before, and on the day itself, John went out with a few friends, hesitantly leaving her behind so she could “get things ready for tonight.”
When he returned home a few hours later, he found a trail of brightly-coloured confetti waiting for him. Smiling, he followed it through his apartment to his bedroom - which, he found upon opening the door, had been transformed completely! Balloons and giant candies were strewn about the place, and his bedsheets had been replaced with ones of a soft pink, in the centre of which sat a large, white cake decorated with strawberries, along with a knife and fork. Beside that was something much more unusual: a strange set of blue, white, and yellow lingerie, which consisted of a hairband, a collar, a skimpy nightshirt with a pink bow, a very short frilly skirt, a pair of panties, some stockings, and gloves.
“...Hello?” ventured John, an eyebrow raised. No response. He left the room and explored his apartment for a minute, but there was no sign of Rei. When he got back to the bedroom, he noticed a sticky note in front of the cake, which he could’ve sworn wasn’t there before.
“DIG IN! - R. XOXO” it read.
John looked surveyed the room for a second, then shrugged, tossed the note aside, and grabbed the knife.
He immediately put the knife down, left the room, and fetched a plate from the kitchen.
This time, when he returned, he plunged the knife into the side of the cake and cut himself a small slice with a single strawberry on it. He took a piece onto the fork and took his first bite.
It was simply divine! A smile spread across his lips, which he failed to notice were becoming larger and fuller, as his hair grew ever so slightly. Another bite, and his nose shrank down to a cute button. He kept eating, his hair growing all the while, although not too long, as his eyes widened, mascara applying itself to his lashes, and his face became softer and rounder, his cheeks getting a bit fuller as well. By the end of the first slice, John’s face was decidedly female. He looked down to the set of lingerie, and while he found most of it as perplexing as he had before, he felt oddly drawn to the hairband. He reached out, and put it on, and failed to notice the high-pitched, girly giggle erupting from his mouth as he did so.
He looked to the cake again now. And to the knife, and to the empty plate by his side. It tasted so good, and it was his birthday, after all. And so, before long, another slice was making its way down towards his stomach. And, once again, his body underwent changes as it did so. His shoulders, already fairly narrow due to John’s scrawny build, shrank down even further, but became more rounded as they did so, while his neck fattened considerably, becoming much more proportionate to his new head. His arms changed in much the same way, which made holding the cake momentarily awkward, and his waist began to develop a distinctly feminine shape. It wasn’t exactly slimmer, though; in fact, although his waist had curved in slightly, his belly was now actually bulging out a bit - not a huge amount, but enough to give him a cute, chubby look. Upon finishing the slice of cake, John found his attention drawn once more to the lingerie. Now, he noticed that those gloves and that collar looked really very pretty, and before long, he was wearing them - the collar was surprisingly easy to put on, too, as though it was simply muscle memory, even though John had never worn a collar before in his life.
A third slice - it was his birthday! He could eat as much as he liked! - and the changes moved further down. Now his legs began to grow, his thighs in particular, becoming rounder and fatter with every bite. Before long, they were so big that he had to take his trousers off before they burst. Even so, something between his legs was still being squeezed uncomfortably tight, and his thighs were still getting bigger. He took another bite of the cake, and some relief came as his hips started expanding, growing out to the sides and forming a shapely curve with the incline of his waist and his massive thighs, which no longer left any space between them. This growth was accompanied by the surprisingly pleasant sensation of fat flowing into his rear, causing it to grow and grow into a vast, luscious ass. One last bite of this slice, and there was a strange feeling between his legs, followed by comfortable relief. John looked down at his voluptuous lower body and decided that those boxers looked simply ridiculous, and then he looked at the lingerie and decided it looked simply lovely. He took his boxers off and slipped the stockings on, followed by the panties, then the skirt. The meaning of the flatness between his legs didn’t really occur to him. He giggled again, seeing how cute his legs looked in those stockings, then looked at the last remaining piece of lingerie - the nightshirt.
John looked himself over and made a decision. He was already wearing the rest of it, so why not finish the look? Swiftly, he pulled his t-shirt off and slipped the nightshirt on over his head. He liked it well enough, but the looseness of the chest area was bothering him.
He cut himself another slice of cake.
Upon the first bite, his chest began to feel very strange. He brushed it with his free hand, and found the skin oddly sensitive, a slight “Ah…” emerging from his cake-filled mouth. When he swallowed, he felt his chest actually grow out slightly. Smiling, he took another bite, and the fat on his chest pushed out into two distinct mounds. With every bite, his breasts grew bigger, and soon the nightshirt rubbed against their sensitive skin, bringing soft moans from John’s mouth as he ate. Still they grew, and as he chewed he began to massage one, cupping it and bouncing it, lost in the divine taste of the cake and the blissful feeling of his swelling bosom. With the last bite, and his boobs pushed out, one last time, settling at their enormous full size, and the change was complete. The plate was laid to rest on the bed, and Julie sighed in contentment as she caressed her busty, curvy new form.

        It wasn’t long before her explorations were interrupted, however.
“SURPRISE!!” yelled Rei, bursting out from beneath a pile of balloons.
Julie yelped in surprise before responding, “How long have you been there?”
“Too long.” replied Rei, grimacing and stretching. “But hey, you look great, Julie!”
The new woman blushed and smiled. “So do you.” she said, taking a moment to appreciate her girlfriend’s attire. She, too, was dressed in a set of unusual lingerie, hers seemingly designed to resemble a maid’s outfit - with a few bizarre alterations. The low-cut black bra, short skirt/apron combo and puffy upper-arm bracelets were all well and good, but they were joined by a frilly bunny-ear headband and, strangest of all, a trinket resembling a strawberry nestled in Rei’s cleavage.
“Aww, thanks!” Rei shrugged cutely. “These were the clothes I was wearing when I got changed.”
“Changed?”
“Yeah, y’know. Got turned into a girl. Like you did, just now.”
“So you used to be--”
“A guy? Yup. But you know what? This--” she gestured at herself-- “is way better.”
Julie looked down at her own female form before answering. “Yeah. Yeah it is!”
And the two women laughed, and they embraced, and they kissed, and they--
Oh.
Um.
Actually, I think we’d better give them some privacy.

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