Friday, December 14, 2018

"Look don't touch!"

Today was the day. The day that James was going to get a new daddy. He sat in a chair in the bride’s room. He was happily kicking his feet while his mother was being fussed over. James looked at his mother and then at the table beside him. Sitting on a pale pink pillow were the two rings he was suppose to carry down the aisle. 
The groom’s ring was a simple silver ring with set of Celtic carvings. While the bride’s ring was silver with a pink opal and small diamonds. It was slender and elegant. 
"Look but don't touch!", his mother had said.
James mischievously grinned as he swiped his mother’s ring. He slipped it into his pocket and quickly exited the room. 

He trotted to the men’s room as his little legs could carry him. Once inside the room, he looked in the stalls to make sure he was alone in the room. James nodded to himself after confirming. He once again trotted about until he stood in front of the sinks. It was hard, but he had managed to climb up to sit on the counter. He turned away from the mirror and sat with his legs hanging off the ledge. James stuck his hand in his pocket to retrieve the ring; his tongue worming its way between his lips. His blue eyes widened and his lips spread as he finally found the little treasure. 

James grinned as his slipped the ring onto his ring finger. It was rather large so he clenched 
his fingers close together to hold it in place. He held his hand up to get a better look at the ring. James 
blinked a few times as he watched his tiny hand grow. His fingers became fatter; making it almost impossible to remove the ring. His arms grew in length and width as he watched the ceiling become closer. His clothes became tighter as his whole body grew. His felt a burning between his legs as he felt his penis grow. He heard his tiny suit split down the spine as his size became too much for the child suit. He groaned; it was the only suit he had. 

James didn’t have time to worry about the suit because he felt his face rearrange itself. He crossed his eyes in time to watch his nose shrink. He could feel his lips begin to puff out. James watched as his tiny suit started to change. He watched the jacket melt from black to white. His pants began to lengthen as well as change color. The seams inside the now floor length pants started to sew themselves together before splitting. James continued to watch in horror as the once torn suit became a simple white dress. The long sleeves now thin straps resting on his shoulder. 
The high collar now inches below his clavicle. The skirt started to bunch itself together into a small bow next to his right knee. 

James was about to tear the ring from his finger, finally figuring out that the ring was the culprit, when he felt his cock harden. He moaned; having for the first time feeling needy. He bunched the skirt up to his hips before cautiously wrapping his hand around his thickened shaft. James moaned as he found another new feeling. 
His thinning hands worked as fast as they could on the shrinking member. Soon the saluting member had slid completely into her new body. Jamie’s new thin fingers pushed past her newly soaking lips and started to thrust. 

As Jamie finally reached her climax, her waist had become slender; allowing the dress to hug her newly forming curves. Her hips widened as a bustle made the skirt wider than it had been. There was something pressing against her chest, right beneath her nipples. Jamie turned towards the mirror as her breasts pressed against her dress top. 
They continued to press outwards until they were perky C-cups. 
The dress’s top cinched between her breasts as lace worked over the edge. Jamie’s shoes made her grow an inch or two as her socks crawled up her legs. 
Jamie looked down at her arms to watch a pair of gloves slide up her arms only to stop just above her elbows.

Jamie looked into the mirror as her scalp began to burn. Her once sandy blonde hair turned dark brown as it grew. It grew to the top of her breasts; causing the length to crawl up to her shoulders. Her lids became covered in a thin layer of pale pink while a faint blush clouded her cheeks. Her eyelashes became dark and longer as her plump lips coated themselves in a peach gloss. Jamie blinked again as ropes of necklaces wrapped around her pale neck. 

She blinked at the reflection in the mirror. 
“Mom?” she whispered, gingerly touching the mirror. 
When she found out that the reflection in the mirror was herself, Jamie quickly withdrew her hand. 
She didn’t have time to freak out because there was a loud knock on the door. She spun around and pressed her perky ass into the counter.
“Jamie? You in there? You can’t be having nerves already.” The voice whined. Jamie remained quiet; 
hoping they would go away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. She mumbled quietly as the large brown door pushed open. A smiling face poked itself in and looked around as if Jamie wasn’t standing in plain sight. 
Her overly painted green eyes widened when she finally spotted the terrified girl.
“There you are. It’s almost time to walk down the aisle.” She grinned. 



She walked into the restroom and took Jamie by the gloved hand. The woman guided Jamie back to the room where she had left her mother not even two hours ago. She shoved the poor girl into the chair that her mother was previous was sitting in and was busying about looking for the veil. 

Jamie whipped her head back and forth; looking for her mother. When the woman came back, she righted Jamie’s head and placing the veil on her dark curls. Once the long, silk veil was draped and pinned to her head, Jamie felt a major migraine start just behind her eyes. The few memories of playing with trucks and in sandboxes changed to years of high school and a few years of college. The many faces of children in parks and on playgrounds turned into dates and slumber parties. Every single memory that had once occupied the young boy’s head was now gone and replaced with memories, hopes, and dreams of a grown woman. 

Jamie blinked a few more times before looking at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head slightly as she pouted. Her brown eyes searched the makeup covered table in front of her until she found a tube of lip gloss. 
She untwisted the wand out before applying a different shade of lip gloss to her lips. This color was more reddish-pink than peach. Jamie screwed the wand back into the tube before giving herself a nod. 
“Alright. Let’s go.” She grinned before standing up. Jamie grabbed a bouquet of Oriental Stargazer Lilies and Baby’s Breath flowers before leaving the room. 
She hurried over to the closed doors behind a herd of crazed bride’s maids and groom’s men. The flower girl was leaning against the wall; having already lost all interest in the job she was assigned. 

Jamie grinned as everyone rearranged themselves and the doors swung open. Today was the day, her new life began. In more ways than she ever knew.

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Permanent Joyride

Hi everyone!
It's been a long time again, sorry for that.
I finally got to writing Shadow Wolf's request from a few months ago!
I hope you enjoy it :) 
You'll hear from me soon, some more captions are on the way.

TG-Fantasybender



This was me, in Sasha's body, my best friend Jordan's mom, sleeping like a rose... Only 5 minutes later, after waking up, I would find out a shocking truth. Something that I didn't count on, something I didn't want.

Since puberty I've been obsessed by 2 things mainly: First, Sasha, the hottest mom, correction, the hottest woman I've ever met. Second, the wish to experience sex as a woman.
It may sound strange, but it's the truth. These 2 things wind me up like nothing else and when I came across this strange ad for an ancient body possession spell, I couldn't resist the urge of trying it out.

I didn't expect much at first... But my scepticism soon proved to be misplaced! As soon as I finished reading the spell I blacked out. When I opened my eyes again, I was in Sasha's body! The first thing I saw where her big, full breasts sticking out of the short dress she was wearing.
It sure didn't take me long to lose that dress! The spell only worked until after midnight, then I would wake up in my own body again. I had no time to lose!

Luckily Shaun, Sasha's husband and Jordan's dad, was home. I would have hated having to ruin her marriage by having sleeping with someone else...
I quickly seducted him, he seemed horny enough, and before I knew it I was having the best sex you could possibly imagine. Sex is so different as a woman, let me tell you! It was amazing... I fucked him completely dry, I jus wanted to keep going. After I lost count, I was so tired I fell asleep after our last fuck. I was so happy, I had been able to kill 2 birds with 1 stone. I saw my sexual dream of a woman naked and I experienced sex as I woman.
This was the best sleep of my life.

In a few minutes I'll wake up... I will discover that I'm not in my own body again, I will discover that I could never return to my old life and ... I will discover that there's only 1 possible reason for the malfunction in the spell, pregnancy...

This will be my new life. A life as a hot, middle-aged woman, a mom, a wife, a pregnant woman ...
Not exactly what I was expecting, let me tell you.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Magic Pen: On the loose

This is a follow up of: Magic Pen: next level bully .
My next series "Little Morgan" (which is the follow up of "Grandma's attic" and will be about the teenage life of Morgan, a powerful witch, and her training by her uncle, Merlin)  will come very very soon. In the meantime you'll get some shorter caps, under which are some of the requests probably and at least 1 interactive.
I hope you guys don't mind, but I've got a great idea for the entire Morgane Lefay concept that will allow me to link the origin of the Magic Pen, the scrolls and a future artefact to each other. 

I just like to make such links so everything ends up as one big story, I hope you guys don't mind :)
Enjoy!

Louis was on a holiday with his family again. Every year they would drive all the way to the beach only so they could bore the crap out of each other when they arrived. He was sitting on the beach when all of that changed. Louis liked to write when he was bored. Short stories, poems... all crap really, but he had to do something to pass the time. This was one of those days at the beach. He looked around searching for inspiring situations to write about.
Children running around with their balls, hot girls in bikinis... Then a peculiar situation grabbed his attention. He saw a big breasted MILF and a mean looking boy his age, her son he presumed, shouting at each other. The boy took out a small notebook and wrote something down.
In a matter of seconds the expression of the beautiful, full breasted MILF changed from fierce to submissive, even slutty. She sat down on her knees, took out the boys penis and started sucking it, a shocked crowd started to form around them.
Then the boy turned her around, ripped of her skimpy bikini and started fucking her in the ass.
Some strong guys quickly came out of the shocked crowd and started beating up the boy. A little later some lifeguards brought in the police and all was done.
A few hours later Louis noticed a pen in the sand, right in front of his feet. It had to be  the boys pen, from earlier. He picked it up and a sudden urge to write came over him.
A few meters away he noticed 3 stunningly beautiful girls his age playing by the water.


All three of them where hot in their own right. The first girl was a hot looking, curly redhead with a sexy black bikini. 

The second one was a dark haired beauty with perfect round breasts and a skimpy red bikini. 


The third girl had dark blonde hair and the most perfect hourglass figure combined with large breasts and the perfect ass. 



Louis started writing what was on his mind. "I wish I would change in such a way that those girls will crave having sex with me later today." 
As soon as the pen was lifted from the paper of his little notebook, Louis blacked out. 

He opened his eyes to a bright sun dissapearing in the sea. How long was he gone? He looked around and didn't see his parents, in fact, he didn't see anyone except for 2 of the 3 hot girls from earlier today. He looked down in shock. He had transformed into a woman! Into the third girl, the allround beauty with the dark blonde hair. 


He couldn't believe it, how was this possible... The pen! The pen must have been magical! That explains the weird situation with the boy and the MILF earlier. He had to find it.
"Hey Tamara! Where are you going? You're not done yet! It's just cruel to leave me here like this, craving for your skilled tongue." Louis, or Tamara now, turned around. There he saw the sexy redhead fully naked, presenting her wet and juicy slit to him. 


She looked at him with a dominant look. "Come on, what are you waiting for! I'm hot from all those boys looking at us today as if they could get into our pants." He came closer and as if he had done it many times before, he started giving his "friend" the best oral sex she had ever had. He was enjoying it, tasting the juices of this hot lesbian, this was a dream come true. When he thought it couldn't get any better, he heard a second voice. The brunette. "You girls are starting without me? Come on, that's just unfair." 


She pulled of her beautiful red bikini top and started fingering him while he was licking the redhead's pussy. Sudden urges of pleasure came over Louis, he had never felt anything like that before. It became hard to focus on the redhead, but her dominant hands made sure he would keep on satisfying her. He tried to remember something, something important. Something he had to find.
He screamed in pleasure as he reached his first ever female orgasm.
What the hell could be more important than enjoying his new life as a lesbian having a lesbian threesome? 
The pen remained in the sand, waiting for its next master/victim. 









Monday, June 11, 2018

Next interactive: theme?

Hi everyone!
I really want to make a new interactive one of these days, but I'd like your opinion first.
Does anyone have a particular theme that he/she would really like to see in an interactive?

If I don't hear anything I'll just stick to my ideas, but this would be a good opportunity to do an interactive request! :)
Just let me know in the comments

TG-Fantasybender

Friday, June 1, 2018

Welcome to Westworld

"You sure this is a good idea George (left)? I mean, last time we went on vacation to Westworld things got a little out of hand..." Martin (right) was worried. He would never admit it to his brother-in-law, but last time they were in Westworld he actually cheated on his wife, numerous times. The hosts are not real ofcourse, they're programmed to be killed, fucked, bossed around... But still, he wasn't proud of it.

"Don't you worry, I've made some arrangments, you'll have a blast, I promise.", said George with a deceitful grin on his face. "We'll be the first guests to try out the host possession-program. Instead of entering Westworld as an invincible guest, our consciousnesses will be transfered into a host. This way you can live the experience to the fullest, because you can actually die. If you die, you'll just regenerate the next day, exactly like the regular hosts."

Martin entered the host possession-room and lay down on the bed in the middle of the room. A red light flickered above his head, as soon as it turned green, he blacked out.

As he regained his consciousness he felt a body shivering pleasure coming from his groin. Wet and warm, as if someone was... "Aaaaaah!", Martin screamed in his new high pitched female voice. He looked down and saw a scruffy looking cowboy licking his new vagina. He also saw 2 melons of breasts and a western barmaids dress. (Although he was more naked than dressed.) He was so angry and confused, but the pleasure... He didn't really want it to stop.


Using all of his willpower he asked: "Who the hell are you? What are you doing? Why am I a woman??"
The man started laughing maniacally. "I thought this would wake you up." The scruffy looking cowboy took Martin by his hair. Martin tried to resist, but it was as if he couldn't do his attacker any damage. "Don't even try, it's all programmed, you can't hurt me. Did you really think I didn't know about you cheating on my darling sister?"
Martin was even more shocked now, "George?? Please stop, I can explain! Ah...!" George hitted him hard in the face. "Shut up. Before I explain, let me demonstrate something. I want you to shut up and suck my cock like a real Wild Western whore." 

Against Martin's own will, he couldn't resist the sudden urge to exactly do what he was told. He sat down on his knees, took out his brother-in-law's cock and sucked it off as if he had done it a thousand times before. George groaned in pleasure.


"I had you programmed like this as payback for my sister, but even more to teach you something. I don't care that you cheat on my sister, I care that you did it in such a way that people might have found out which could have ruined my sisters honour." Martin kept on sucking while he listened to these shocking revelations. "Using this host possession-program, you can cheat all you want, nobody knows which host you swapped with, so it doesn't even matter. You can even go fuck the regular unswapped guests, which makes it even more interesting. More so, if you don't tell them you're a host." George's groans started becoming more intense. "Mmm... Enough talking. I'm going to cum and I want to do that while fucking you hard. I never liked you, Martin. But damn, you're a good cocksucker, or at least the program is... On your knees bitch!"

Martin was shocked at first, but as soon as George's cock plunged into his vagina, all of that vanished. It felt so shockingly amazing. George was right, he would come to Westworld, using the host possession-program to cheat on his wife. With one catch, he wouldn't be a man when doing so. 
"Fuck me George, fuck me hard."
George would never know, but these words were not programmed anymore. And his punishments had an entirely different outcome than he had expected. 

Long time no see guys! I hope you've enjoyed this one. I did! Let me know in the comments :)
I'm still taking requests. Sorry for my absence, life just gets so busy sometimes and that's not very productive for my inspiration. So requests are always easier for me when I'm busy! 
But no matter what, you'll be hearing of me again soon :) 

-TG-Fantasybender

Thursday, December 21, 2017

The sword in the stone


Arthur was panicking, what would he do now? Naked in the woods, with nothing except for the mighty sword Excalibur. You all know the tale, he pulled the sword from the stone, the sword that would make the wielder king. Well, that's what they thought.
Apparently the prophecy had been misunderstood.
The real prophecy was not: "He who pulls this sword out of the stone, shall be king of England."
But: "he who pulls this sword out of the stone, shall be ruler of England."

The person that wrote the prophecy down had just not considered the possibility of a female ruler.


There she was the new Queen of England. After he transformed in front of everyone he got disrobed and dishonored by her angry people. Alone in the woods. She started crying, "Oh, I should never have touched that sword."
Until she heard a voice: "Why are you crying boy?"
"Boy? How do you know I am a boy?", said Arthur, all confusion.
"I know many things. Don't spill your tears. Rather cover yourself with my cape and come with me, I might be able to help you out."
Arthur smiled and accepted the man's gift. 
"What is your name", he asked. 
The old man smiled. "My name is Merlin."
To be continued?

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Grandma's attic (finale)

RECAP
He woke up on the attic again, he was worried, what had he done... It felt great, but was this the trail he had wanted to leave behind? His mom could be pregnant, his sister's heart got broken, ... 
He got startled by a large beam of blue light coming from the chest that had given him these amazing, but apparently also experiences. He heard a voice, his grandma's voice! : "Shane, I'll be honest. As you might have figured out already, I'm a witch, and a very powerful one. I have lived many lives before this one, and in most of those lives a was called Merlin. If you've heard stories about me, you might know that I hate people wasting their lives, and that's exactly what you were doing. This is why I chose to do this. I, your grandma, isn't coming back. I'm taking your body, becoming a man again. Ofcourse I'm not heartless, you are still my grandson! That's why I decided to let you choose a new body. The passed day you have experienced what life in each of these bodies would be like, three generations of women from our family. You can either choose for one of those bodies to spend the rest of your days in or you can give me another suggestion for a female body. The choice is yours."


As you can see, the choice is yours. Merlin will live on in Shane's body and Shane will lead a different life.
There's 4 choices, 4 possible endings. 3 of them are final and will end the story, the 4th one will introduce you to a new series, a new story. Good luck! 
Tell me which one was your favorite in the comments!

TG-Fantasybender

"I choose to be my mother"

"I choose to be my grandmother"

"I choose to be my great-grandmother"

"No, I will take responsibility for my actions!"