Scene from a restaurant

Here is a sweet little age regression cap Dementia made for me over at Rachel's. Enjoy!

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Guest Cap: Wicked

Here is a cap I got from Wraithstrike from over at Rachel's Haven:

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Candy

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Milk

"Nah, it is only a matter of minutes now, dear. Yeah, as soon as they get a taste of my magic milk, they find it so delicious that they cannot stop drinking, and that seals their fate. Every cell of their bodies starts metamorphosing, the DNA rearranging into sweet and submissive girls.

"Aaaah, you have been a bad boy, haven't you Ethan? You have been looking at other girls, haven't you? Yeah, you have! And when you saw me, you just had to try to seduce me. Yeah, but you are no longer a boy now, are you? Your girl friend says your new name is Grace!

"You see, Susanne, the idea of lactation drives them wild. Basic psychology, I guess. You were right in coming to me. He has probably been cheating on you for ages. All men are bastards. He will be so much happier as a girl, you know. Not that he deserves such happiness.

Yeah, he will remember his life as a man, although right now he is probably not able to think at all."

When his body started changing, Ethan had tried to pull away, but the witch had held him hard, forcing him to swallow more of that warm sweet liquid. Now he could feel a strange sense of peace. The feeling of his penis shrinking into oblivion felt natural somehow. He grabbed the woman's tit and wondered how it would feel to have two of his own. He could feel them growing. It was only a matter of time now....

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This one is for Grace.

Sarah in the Pyrenees

Gavin had been desperate. The Spanish police had been following him all the way from Seville to Barcelona, and it was only luck that had stopped them from capturing him. Stealing that Picasso had been such a bad idea.

"When desperate, call Phillipe," Evita has told him. "He has the power, you know: the magic power, to get you out of any trouble. But his price is high. Be prepared to tell your old life goodbye!"

So he had called Phillipe. "No problem," the handsome Spaniard had told him. "But the the Cuerpo Nacional de Policía have already notified Interpol and the French police. You won't get through that border as you look now. I will have to make certain changes, and in return you will assist me for the next six months."

What could he say. He was led into a flat in El Raval in Barcelona, where he was presented for a beautiful young woman who called herself Sarah.

"Sarah is willing to take over your body in exchange for the Picasso,Gavin." Phillipe explained. "My body?" I asked. "Yeah, you know: an old fashioned body swap." He made it all sound so mundane. Since Gavin didn't believe in body swaps, he had agreed. He couldn't get rid of the Picasso, anyway.

There wasn't much to it, really. Phillipe held one hand on his forehead, another on hers. He said a few words in what must have been Arabic. In the next moment was looking up at his own face. His face was smiling. Then he heard his own mouth talking rapidly in Catalan.

"Time to go!" Phillipe said and dragged his new feminine body out the door. His own body waved him good bye.

They took Phillipe's car through Andorra and the Pyrenees. That was a good thing, as it gave Gavin time to adapt to Sarah's body. By the time they entered France he was getting pretty good at serving Phillipe in any way he wanted him to. What could he do? Phillipe had Sarah's passport and the story of her past.

And he needed the training. "We are going to Cannes," Phillipe explained while the new Sarah deep throated his cock. "There are millionaires and movie starts that would like to have a girl like you on board their yachts. It is only for six months you know. After that, you are on your own."

The problem was, of course: What was he do when the six months were up? When he had become used to the life style of the rich and famous?

He discussed this with Evita in a bath tub in Cannes. "Ah, I made all these plans of going back to my old life after Phillipe changed me," she laughed and lifted her cigarette. "But who the hell wants to be a man, when you can have all this?" She bent over and kissed the new girl on her lips.

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This one is for Chloes over at Rachel's Haven.

Images for Explicite.com. That is one stylish French site!

Teenage Miracle

James and Jenny get a visit from Fiona the Fairy, and amazing things happen.

This is a tale of love, hidden dreams, parallel worlds and one amazing miracle.

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The models are Tanner Mays and Madison Parker, and the images are fetched from Pure 18, part of the Reality Kings package. I get a lot of my images from them.

Teenage Miracle

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Mr. Bunny

No Mr. Bunny! It wasn't like that at all.

When I came here I was a a boy. I know I was, because Ihad trousers and stuff. I came because Veronica asked me to.

You like Veronica? So do I! She has nice titties. Much bigger than mine, but she says she can fix that.

No, I say! I was a boy! I was Tim. I was in high school, you know. Played football and everything. You know, with all the big boys.

I didn't like big boys then. Not in that way, you know. Veronica says she will get me a football player for my birthday next week.

I told her that I ain't good at playing football anymore, because this body is kind of weak and stuff, but she said I shouldn't worry. We will play another game she says. Maybe he can play with you and me, Mr. Bunny.

Veronica was angry at Tim, you know. She yelled at him and stuff. Used words my mum says you shouldn't use, you know. And she didn't wash her mouth with soap afterwards either.

She called him a good for nothing male chauffeur pig. I used to know what that means, you know, but now I am not sure. I like pigs. Piglet is a pig isn't he? And then, and then... then she changed me into Tiffany.

I like Tiffany. She is so tiny. Here, feel my skin. Isn't it soft? No, it is not as soft as your fur, I know that, but I have fur down here, and it feels so good when I touch it.

I used to have a thing down there you know, and it felt good when I touched it, but not as good as this. Veronica says that if I touch it too much, I may have an organism and stay a girl forever. Then I could wear skirts and blouses and keep this long, soft, hair forever.

That wouldn't be too bad, would it Mr. Bunny?

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This one is for Red17.

My Little Pony

- You have to help me out of this, mum. I am a boy. I cannot stay like this!

- Ah, Kamil! Half the world population are girls. I can assure you, we cope very well, most of us. And girls are so much more well behaved and civilized. I look forward to having a daughter. I do!

- But if you beg uncle Merlin to reverse that spell, I am sure...

- Nonsense! I asked him to put this spell on you.

- You did?

- Of course! I am tired of the mess you make in this house. Boys are noisy and dirty. Besides, I have always dreamed of dressing up my own little girl in pink and laces. You are going to love it.

- No, I won't!

- Oh yes you are! You are still changing, you know. In a weeks time you will have the body of a twelve year old. One week later, you'll be ten, and by the time the magic settles you will be a sweet little girl ready for her first day at school.

- But, I am a university student.

- Yeah, that will give you a head start, I guess. Not that you will remember so much of it. Next month you sweet little mind will be filled with My Little Pony and all kinds of girly stuff. Now, we need a beautiful name for my beautiful girl. What about Sarah?

- Oh, mum!!!

- Sarah it is then. Now, I know that you are upset my little girl, so I have brought you a present.

- You have?

- Look here! Isn't it beautiful? Your very own Barbie-doll. A pink princess!

- But mum, I won't play with dolls! I have never played with dolls.

Still there was something deep down in Kamil's new body that responded to the doll and he took it hesitantly.

It was beautiful. Images of gardens and tea parties flowed, beautiful horses and knights in shining armour flowed into his mind.

His mother beamed when she saw his interest.

- And Sarah, I have another gift for you as well. What do you say? Would you like to try it on?

There it was: A dress, all pink and made for a sweet little princess.

- Yeah, I know, it will be for big for you in a couple of days. But you can try it on now, and then, when you grow older, you can wear it again. The boys will just fall head over heals in love with you!

Kamil grabbed the dress and went to his room. When his mother entered his room the next morning to wake him up she found him sleeping on the bed in a far too big dress.

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This one is for Kamil.

Minicap: A rainy day

A short one for you today:

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General Jeremy Smith

"Tom, Tom, come here!"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Are you saying that this is general Jeremy Smith?"

"Yes, he has been changed by one of those voodoo shapeshifter spells."

"And it is all right for us to fuck him, her, whatever?"

"Oh yes, that's why she comes here to the barracks every weekend and offers herself to the officers. She is one cock hungry slut that one!"

"But how could that happen?"

"Sergeant Jean Claude started it. He was born on Haiti and knows that stuff. He wanted to punish the general for that fiasco in Basra last year. However, it turned out the general liked the experience so much that he convinced Jean to give the spell to him. Jean Claude is NATO attache in Brussels now."

"He is?"

"Enough talk. Jennifer, come here! Give your hero some head!"

"Oh, oooooh! She is good! She is damned good!"

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Oh she is. I can see that this... eh... will... ugh... do a lot for troop morale!"

"Now, what are you waiting for? She is offering you her sexy little butt. Go for it!"

Images from Totally Redhead. That site has some amazingly sexy photo sets!

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This one is dedicated to Jennifer!

Mini Cap: The Misogynist

A TG Quicky a day, makes your blues go away.

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Perfect English

"Riku, Riku, come over here!" Takumi called for his friend urgently in the school yard. "Have you seen that Miya is back?"

Riku could see the pain in his friend's eyes. Miya had been his best friend for over a year and her disappearance had nearly broken his soul.

"Yes," Takumi answered, uncertain of how to proceed.

"Have you spoken to her?"

"Yes."

"But tell me, what did she say?"

"It is bad, Takumi, it is nearly as bad as they said. She is very confused you know, and finds it hard to speak in an intelligible manner. She speaks Japanese as a foreigner. She even uses the expressions of a man."

"Really?" But there were still hope in Takumi's eyes: "Did she ask about me?"

"No, Takimu, I am sorry. But I did ask her about it. She said she couldn't remember you, that she isn't really Miya. Headmaster Sato warned us about this, you know. He said that she had had a nervous breakdown, and that she suffered from mental delusions. We must try to help her find her way back to us, he said."

"Maybe I shall try to talk to her -- help her," Takumi said.

"Yeah, that might be a good thing," Riku replied.

"But remember, when she starts to talk about her being an American boy called RJ, you are not to encourage her, OK? Sometimes she seems to believe that Maya switched bodies with this RJ when he visited Kyoto. And if she starts to talk English, you are not to answer her either. Can you do that?"

"She speaks English?"

"Perfect English..."


Images from Erotic Japan.

The model is Mao Misaki, and this story is dedicated to RJ.

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Guest Cap: Still Single

This one has a wonderfully evil twist. It is a gift from Crystal over at Rachel's.

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My original cap to her can be found here.

Read all about it! Man transformed into a woman!

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Guest Cap: Know-it All

Here's a sweet techno cap I got from wakkawakke200 over at Rachel's Haven.

Wakkawakka? Must be Hawaiian!

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Alan was a bit of a "know-it-all" in his family. He always knew why something was the way it was, and got a bit peeved when people didn't listen. Coming home after a busy day at work showing everyone the basic functions of the new computer system at work, he was none to pleased to be asked to fix his mother's computer again.

"Mom, I told you a hundred times to stop clicking on all those pop-ups!"

"I am sorry honey, it just wouldn't go away," she replied, secretly smiling.

Sighing to himself Alan clicked the computer on to notice a small window showing a confirmation window. As he went to dispose of it the windows displayed the message "Thank you, Jessica".

Alan did not understand the message and went to click it away when the mouse tumbled off the table.

Picking the mouse up, Jessica could only look at her mum and ask: "Mum, why won't the computer work? I need to get on to check my MySpace account! I need to know if Beth is gonna meet me at the mall tomorrow!"

Thanks to wakkawakka200!

Bright Beauty

Hey there!

My name is Akemi. It means Bright Beauty in Japanese. I am 18 years old and go to school here in Tokyo.

I know why you noticed me. I used to be like you once, a long time ago.

No, it's true! I was a Swedish business man, trying desperately to get a contract with Toyota.

God, I was stupid!

I knew nothing about how to behave myself, and started negotiating before the exchange of business cards. I ate my sushi with a knife and a fork and made a total ass of myself during karaoke.

I thank the gods for the local Toyota representatives who helped me to a better life.

They brought me to a local soapland, you see, where one of the female companions gave me a nourishing bath. She knew the magic of womanhood, and the water turned me into the school girl you see now.

I was pretty upset as first, as you may imagine, but she taught me how pleasurable it can be to be a woman, and there is no way I will go back to being a man now. Not that I can, mind you!

One of the Japanese business men had no children, so he and his wife adopted me and taught me Japanese.

I used to be like you. Big, hairy and ugly, with no elegance or beauty.

Listen! I can take you to the soapland if you want to.

I would very much like to have you as a sister you know. You can be my butterfly, Cho! And we can read manga together.

And I think you would like my friend Akio. He is such a gentle boy...

Images from Erotic Japan.

The model is Kanan Kawai, and there is, of course, no similarity between her and the main character of this story.

This cap was made for venatus over at Rachel's Haven.

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Heaven is a warm tit

No less than two boy to girl transformations, an age regression and lots of sex. This is what this site is about!

The lamp fell to the floor.

“You are a genie?” Tom and I spoke at the same time. The figure that had appeared before us looked like something out of the Arabian Tales. “Truly I am, and since Frank was the one that found me, I will grant him three wishes.”

As nearly all hormone driven male teenagers I thought about nothing but sexy girls with big tits. Correction: Huge tits. “I want a woman that loves me of all of her heart, I said. Secondly, I want her to have big tits, so that I can touch them, kiss them and suckle them whenever I want.”

I remembered my hatred of school: “And finally, I want to live a life without care together with this woman.”

“It shall be done” the genie answered and left.

Nothing happened. At first.

“Nah, he was a fake,” Tom said and fetched himself a beer. I sat down in the sofa beside him and turned on the TV.

Suddenly Tom gasped: “Woow, this feels strange,” he said. “It is as if there is a current running through my body!”

He started to change before my eyes. First it was as if he was shrinking in the sofa. Then other body parts started to expand.
He developed a curvy, voluptuous butt in just a few minutes. He had a rather feminine face already, but now it was definitely turning into the one of a beautiful young woman.

He grew dark brown silky hair that fell down to his shoulders. “Oh please help me, Frank. I am turning into a woman!” he screamed with a new girlish voice.

The genie was nowhere to be found, and I only sat there, mesmerized, holding his new, small, hand.

He grabbed his crotch, trying to salvage his jewels, but to no avail. The look on his face told me clearly that he now had a vagina. He was a woman, and when her boobs started to grow, I realised that this was the woman the genie had promised me.

Finally her clothes changed as well. She now had a small green top and a miniskirt. Sh, care looked down at herself, bewildered. "Frank, what is happening to me?"

"I believe the genie has turned you into the girl of my dreams," I replied. And she was indeed a vision from a dream. "You look beautiful," I said. "You are beyond belief."

Somehow her bodily changes also started to make an impact on her psyche. Her hands started to wander over her body. She touched her hair, carefully. She put a strand of hair up to her nose to smell and feel it, and it looked like liked what she found.

She cupped her ample breasts, which was far from easy given their size. She made a little sound when one hand brushed a stiff nipple. "It feels good, Frank," she said. "This body sings to me! I am this body, Frank, I am this woman. I truly am a woman. I want to be this woman."

"That's good, my friend," I said. What was I supposed to say. And I have to admit that she started to turn me on. Was I truly sexually aroused by Tom? I felt more than a little confused. But she is a woman now, I said to myself. She truly is the most sexy woman I ever seen.

Tom -- Tammy? -- looked at me with love in her eyes. “You have always been my best friend, Frank,” she said. "Now my feelings for you are stronger than ever." She tore her top off and offered her huge breasts to me.

I kissed them, grabbed them, squeezed them, and suckled them with great eagerness. I took of my clothes and grabbed her ass and mounted her from behind. Fondling her magnificent breasts i let my penis slip into her wet vagina. God, it felt good. I could feel her vaginal muscles try to hold on to my dick.

"Tell me that you love me, Frank," she moaned. "Tell me that I am your woman!"

"You are my woman, " I moaned. And I understood now that she truly was my woman, and that we belonged together.

I fucked her hard and long, and when I finally came it felt like something out of another world.


“Oh, you are such a great lover,” she told me, when I finally rested on her arm. "We are as one now."

My face was buried deep in her left breast. “Taste my nipples” she commanded. I did, and suddenly my mouth was filled with a warm, sweet, deliciously tasting liquid.

"My God, you are lactating!" I said. "You cannot possibly be pregnant already?"

She ignored the question. This was clearly all part of the magical process of change.

“Hmmmm,” she said and moaned, climbing towards another series of orgasms. “Suck them hard,” she said. “It feels so good when you do that!”

I knew I shouldn’t. This was indeed dangerous magic, but I could not help myself and it was as if I had no care in the world.

Whatever happened Tammy would take care of me, feed me, comfort me.

I started to shrink. I was no longer 20. My body hair disappeared. My dick started to shrivel up. My testicles retracted up into my body. My skin grew soft and puffy. I was turning into a girl as well.

I tried to stop suckling, but it was as if my mouth had a will of its own, and the milk filled my body with peace and a profound sense of comfort.

My body was now one of a six year old girl, a five year old, no, a four year old!

“I love you my little girl,” Tammy purred, caressing me. I had trouble focusing, and I found it hard to speak.

“Ghagh!” I said. “Ghrrrlgh!” But I stopped struggling. With my toothless mouth full of soft, juicy, nourishing, breasts, I was in heaven.

So why fight it? Mother will care for me.

The images of the model is taken from Bignaturals, a site I find very inspiring, indeed. There is of course no relationship between the model depicted, the baby and this work of ficiton.

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