This is a GIF I wanted to cap for Christmas, obviously, but I just wasn't in the spirit. So please accept some tardy Christmas cheer.
So, what's going on? Where have all the caps been? Besides the initial burnout, I've just been dealing with some personal stuff that hasn't facilitated coming up with or making them. I know that's a frequent and lame excuse, but it's the one that's true. On the brighter side, I stopped drinking a month or so ago. It's helped my mood, energy, and wallet considerably, but it hasn't done much for my attention span. Writing this one, I felt really rusty. But I'm proud of it, even if it is a little long. I'm hoping that the burst of passion that kicked in for this hangs around so I can wrap up Fake ID and some backed up requests then when I'm back in full swing I think a new sequel poll would be fun. I feel bad about all of the stuff I promised and haven't delivered, but I haven't been my best self and I'm still trying to get there.
I also got a gift card for the app store and had access to an AI software and found one that actually captures the likeness of actors' and can make actual good-looking images, so while I was kicking that stuff, I started to fixate on making images for a DC universe crossover-sized TG story that can look and read like a movie. I've spent the month fixating on that, writing the outline, and getting all of the coresponding images while the membership was still good, and it honestly kept me occupied when I needed a distraction the most.
There are previews of some characters on my DeviantArt page if anyone is curious. It's a story I've had in my head for a long time, but never had the appropriate images to do it justice. Some of the SHEZAM spin-off ideas I teased are going to be rolled into that. I've said a few times that writing comics was always my dream and TG stuff is my passion, so I get to mix them with this. I know that SHEZAM wasn't everyone's cup of tea, so I hope everyone can bare with me. I'm not sure if it will be posted here, because I don't know if the story will necessarily be in the form of Captions or a novel of indeterminate length with attached images. If I use all of the images I have, it could easily be 100+ captions. If anyone has a preference or thinks of somewhere it would be more suitable to post, I'm all ears.
How have you all been? I've missed you and hope I'm back for good.
The caption (and my little update) ran a little long, so text for it is below!
Will had a bit of a condition, being small for his age growing up he was already used to being picked on or bullied, but when he began to develop breasts and the figure and voice to match, he went to great lengths to hide that. His family wasn't very well-off, so they couldn't afford to have the budding breasts removed or find some way to intervene in the quickly diminishing size of the things he insisted made him male. Will had to come up with practical ways to hide the femininity nature was forcing upon him, only wearing baggy clothes, making his voice deeper on purpose, staying inside any time he wasn't at school. While his social life greatly suffered, it brought up his grades enough to get him a scholarship to a great school a few states over where he went to study in the field of engineering. The day they received word of the scholarship, his Mother, knowing that his transformation was responsible for his improved skills in studying, proclaimed while motioning toward the chest he was trying to hide under his hoodie "those bosoms are the best thing that could have happened to you!" While his Father showed a clear expression of joy and pride, but shrunk away at his wife's comment, something he often did when he remembered the changes Will went through.
Needless to say, when Christmas time came around, Will wasn't especially upset that neither he or his family could afford transportation to get it back home. Even moreso, he knew that Marcia Mills wasn't going home either, her Dad was a famous businessman whose solution to everything was either "throwing money at it" or "not throwing money at it," and he and Marcia were often at odds, so she didn't want to leave campus. Will liked Marcia. He liked Marcia a lot. She was the only person outside of a few gaming pals he knew he'd never meet that he revealed his condition to, Marcia, unlike the gaming pals, didn't make fun of him for it or demand photos (Will was never quite sure if the demands were a joke, he hoped they were but didn't want to know definitively). Marcia always pushed him to accept and embrace the things he couldn't control, whether he wanted to or not. Often they would spend evenings on campus, sneaking to one of their dorms where she would pressure Will into letting her do a little make-up or dare him to run to the convenience store with some of her lingerie under his sweatpants and hoodie. After she lamented that it cut into the time they'd get to spend together if she had to convince him to shave what little body hair he could muster. After that, Will mysteriously was smooth every time he visited from there on out, neither of them acknowledged it out loud.
Will had been looking forward to these two weeks off of school, minimal staff, only Marcia and him. A few other students would be sticking around, mostly ones on sports scholarships that lived far away, they would be partying in the boy building. They tried to prevent the guys and the girls from mixing during the light staffing, but they let it slide in this instance because "oh, it's just William." That hurt a little, but he'd take it. Marcia had just ended things with her boyfriend, someone she was never into, but her Dad pushed them together because the guy's Father was a client he wanted to keep happy. So Will went out on a limb and told Marcia how he felt, he didn't want to waste any time. If he could spend these two weeks making up for all of the lost time he felt he missed out on locked in his room trying to hide his boobs from the world, he didn't want any delays. She said "that's a lot to think about," and left it at that. She was always a shitty texter but Will didn't want to seem like some creep insisting on an answer or demanding affection, so he just took it on the chin and ran over to the girls' dorm the first chance he got. He wore his jacket as he ran past the bros dumping spiked eggnog into funnels with other bros on the other end, walking past guys that developed like guys always made him conscious of the mounds bouncing on chest and more and more as time went on, he grew conscious of the jiggle in his ass. He tried to exercise but there's only so much you can do in a college dorm when you don't want your dormmate to notice what you're hiding under all of those clothes. Not to mention the care packages his Mom sent, he still got homesick from time to time and the home-baked sweets were a nice reminder. But Will was starting to understand what women meant when they said "this is going straight to my ass."
Going into Marcia's dorm always felt like passing through a portal into a different world, while most people at the school would throw up a poster of a half-naked woman or a flag of a foreign country, Marcia furnished her dorm like she planned to spend her whole life there. Probably a perk of having more money than you know what to do with, but it had big curtains that he'd only seen in hotel rooms, a bunch of pillows that you're not supposed to sleep on, unscented candles. Like, they don't smell like anything, they're just things you burn when you want to burn a candle? Will often focused on pointless things when he started to get overwhelmed, but Marcia coming out to greet him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Will couldn't remember the last time he got hard, he still got aroused, but it expressed itself in a slight tingle followed by an embarrassing little dribble that Will sometimes consciously felt rolling down his leg whenever it happened. Will wanted to ask Marcia if she'd thought over his profession of love, but all he could think about when he saw her face was kissing her on the lips. He resisted though, just smiling and nodding as she told him "we're going to have SO much fun this weekend," and it took a moment to shake out of the dreamy daze that she often inflicted upon him to realize that the name she put after that wasn't his name, no, she called him "Holly."
Will had taken off his jacket, comfortable to be around her as she sat down and turned on a Christmas movie, the sound muted. Confused about the name, Will started to walk toward the couch when Marcia tossed a Santa hat at him, he caught it, confused. "It's just us girls this weekend. I have an outfit for you in my room." Great. These 2 weeks were just going to be a humiliation marathon where Will would keep being pushed into more and more emasculating stuff for Marcia's amusement with nowhere to go. He couldn't go back to the boy building, the guys would, as they so often do, eventually get bored and decide to pick Will's lock to push him around and make him "have fun," it took a lot of effort to get pushed around by those jerks and still make sure none of them lay a hand on his chest, hips, or legs. Will resigned himself to his fate and went to Marcia's room, cringing at the mental image of what he'd look like in the skimpy little Santa number, the white stockings, or the red and white lingerie set he was meant to wear under it. The specifically laid out make-up at her vanity was also clearly meant for Will, unfortunately he didn't notice it until the lingerie was on and he didn't want to get anything on the outfit, so he sat at her vanity, fidgeting at the feeling of the cold chair on his hairless, exposed bum with the thong nestled neatly between his growing cheeks, The whole picture was starting to come together, he really did look like a girl. Will noticed a small dribble soaking his panties. He may have turned redder than his blush. He finished putting on the outfit and took a deep breath before opening the door and walking out to the main room to greet Marcia.
Marcia was wearing a matching outfit, lounging on the couch like some kind of super model. The scentless candles burning, making Will realize why someone would burn a candle for a reason other than scent. He started to get weak in the knees, and couldn't fight off the dorky smile and wave that he usually greeted her with as she gestured for him to come closer. He shuffled over to her as she pulled him over her, their lips meeting. He wasn't sure if the sweet taste was coming from his lips or her lips. Will, Holly rather, exhaled, months of tension, desire, and yearning at last coming out of him with that sigh, for the first time in a long time he felt at ease. He relaxed over her as she used her leg to start to rub between his legs, Will tried to back away, afraid of her both discovering the size and both discovering the moisture that felt like it had been dribbling out of the tap consistently since he saw her in that outfit. But Marcia clasped her hands on Holly's ass and pulled her back to where she was, grinding into her. "Are you getting wet, you naughty girl?" Holly could only stammer as Marcia released a breathy chuckle between Holly's lips. She said "I think you look better like this, this is the you I've seen since we met." Marcia whispered while Holly started to tremble, overwhelmed. "You don't have to dress like this every day, or even anything too revealing. But if you just accept this amazing body you have, stop hiding it. I have pull here, I didn't want a dormmate, but if you tell them you're a girl, I could change my mind." Holly tried to pull away, Marcia smiled at her "it's ok. We have two weeks to think about it... Until then..."
Marcia reached under Holly's dress, unphased by the moisture, and for a split second, Holly forgot how afraid she was of Marcia finding out just how little she was packing down there, but the way she played with it made her forget all over again. "Can it still...?" Holly shook her head. Marcia smirked "Good. I was worried you didn't like me" Holly couldn't express how much she liked Marcia with words, so she started to kiss her again. Marcia continued to rub, then eased Holly back "I have a few ideas, a few toys that can get us around that. Like I said. We've got two weeks to figure it out." As she shifted her weight to put Holly under her, putting her leg between Holly's, continuing her sensual grinding as she pulled the straps from Holly's shoulder, revealing the two beautiful breasts she'd been so ashamed of, all Holly could do was look up at Marcia and bite her lip as her nipples were flicked, pinched, licked, sucked, and nibbled while she uncontrollably writhed, not an anxious thought left in her head except for her view of the clock. It was barely noon, she still had 13 and a half days of this to look forward to, and she had no idea what the world would look like at the end of those 13 and a half days.
