Mary-Anneiversary

Was really excited about the new caption style that I went a little overboard on this one. So it's a bit of a long one. Now that I know the new method works, I'm excited to get back into making captions. It takes several more steps but there is less chance of the whole thing messing up, being able to go back and edit if I catch a booboo, and it seems pretty readable to me. I'm excited! SHEZAM! returns next week. 

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I was excited about today. I really was, despite everything. It's my 5th wedding anniversary and I'm spending it with the love of my life and the bundle of joy we'll get to meet in a few months. We're in the costumes I'd been spending all my spare time working on, and we look pretty great if I do say so myself. The only issue is that I'm a man, or as Morris would say, I used to think I was.

Kim and I, before I was Mary-Anne, were a pretty happy couple, but we always wanted someone to share it with, but no matter how hard we tried I couldn't get her pregnant. We had begun saving up to look into insemination, but then I lost my job and had trouble finding another one, I was at a low point. Especially when Kim picked up the slack and spent more hours at work while I sat home looking at an empty inbox all day. She came to me with an idea, her boss, Morris, had offered to donate his sperm, but he wanted to do it the natural way. 

I obviously refused, but she reminded me that Motherhood was her dream and if I tried to keep her from that, there wasn't much of a point in being with me. I agreed to at least meet with him to discuss it. We met at a restaurant I couldn't dream of affording to take Kim to even when I had a job. He was a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man who had a suit that looked like it was made specifically for him (which I later found out, is an actual thing rich people do). He spoke with a matter of fact confidence and commanding tone that I noticed Kim wouldn't stop hanging onto, laughing at his jokes, like the ball of stress she'd been recently had melted away. 

I don't know what it was, but something about the way he spoke made me think things would be OK, I agreed. Morris could impregnate my wife for me. I'd changed my mind almost immediately but they were already arm-in-arm going to his car, leaving me to drive home and wait for the night to be over. She didn't return until the next day, wearing a new designer dress she hadn't worn before. I broke down and she assured me it was just to get pregnant, but she was going to try a few more times in order to make sure it takes. But Morris had a demand... I had to wear a cage because he was a man and didn't share a woman with anyone. Once the test came back positive, he'd give me the key.

Things continued like that, the two going out on dates, me sticking behind to do chores, cleaning our house or his house. It was humiliating, but just temporary. As after a few months, Kim told me she was pregnant. But then came the next demand, if he was fathering a child, he wanted the Mother close, so she moved in. Between the job market and my new chores, I hadn't found a job and I couldn't imagine telling my family I needed to stay for a while so a man could knock up my wife for me, so I had to move with her. Morris didn't want anyone to think a man was living with him, so I had to become Mary-Anne, laser treatment to prevent my hair from growing, small breast forms, non-removable hair extensions, make-up, and a whole new wardrobe, all of which Kim insisted I thank him for, he didn't say anything about speaking in a squeaky, girly voice but Kim said it would be a good idea to show initiative. 

Over the next few months I had settled into my role as their housekeeper and Kim's bestie while they went on work trips or fooled around. You'll never know a humiliation greater than excitedly running to the living room to show your wife that you've finally mastered walking in the 6-inch heels that match your skimpy french maid uniform to see her under the man who made you a woman, pumping in and out of her, her screaming louder than you ever heard, and being so conditioned into submission and servitude that your first thought is, "well, this will be quite the mess for me to clean up."

I don't know why she was still sleeping with him, our goal was achieved, but she said we could go back to normal once we were back on our feet. It felt like I was losing her so I decided to do something special for our anniversary, but I had to convince Morris, he didn't give Kim and I much alone time aside from our little girl talks in the morning over coffee or when she's assigning my tasks before they go to work and after I've cleaned up the kitchen.

Morris and Kim were taking a shower before bed, after the echoing screams stopped (Morris was very proud of the acoustics in that bathroom) he got out while she gathered herself. I asked to speak to him, he led me to his room and sat me at Kim's vanity, about face-level with his bulge which, even soft, threatened to break free of his briefs and tear through the robe itself. Kim liked watching porn with hung guys, but he even put them to shame. He was standing close enough that I could smell his body wash and feel the warmth emanating onto my smooth face and... Wait, what was I talking about?

Oh. Right. I told him that our anniversary was coming up and I wanted to do something special for Kim. He laughed at me and turned, making sure to brush his bulge across my lips. He asked if I wanted to take the Mother of his child out on a date. I nodded, and tried to correct him, he was the donor, but Kim and I were the parents. I nervously fiddled with the lacey purple hem of my nightie, as he glared at me. I sunk into the chair as he stepped closer once more and told me he could respect our anniversary, but he didn't want me to get any false ideas about my place in this arrangement or about me being more of a man than him. So he would grant me this date, but I had to do some things that he thought would remind me of my place.

1. A smaller cage. No biggie, I've nearly shrunken out of my old one anyway.

2. Bigger breast forms. The ones I had were already heavy. But if it means I get some time with my wife, sure. Maybe we can joke about how we're both going up a couple bra sizes. 

3. I had to start hormones. It was only for a few more months, that should be reversible, right?

4. I had to submit. Fully. I asked what that meant, he ran one hand through my hair. Looked me in the eyes. Smiled. Flexed his pelvis, bursting forth from his briefs, through his robe, and slapping me hard on the face was his gigantic cock. He nodded at me, I leaned forward and kissed the tip. He grew harder, I had to lean against the vanity to put some space between myself and it. It was grazing my lips and I had nowhere else to go as it extended one last bit, parting my lips, resting on my tongue. He grabbed my head and began to thrust. His precum foaming in my mouth, struggling to breathe, he grunted as he used me like a love doll. It felt like hours before I felt his balls tensing up as they slapped my chin between thrusts and that thick load jetted down my throat. He told me I'd earned an outing with Kim and climbed into bed as I stood up and stumbled to my room while Kim emerged from the bathroom, freshly lotioned and joined him in the bedroom.

I got ready for the big day, Morris gave Kim the day off and made himself scarce. We got into the outfits I'd made, I was still allowed to play video games and read comics, but only ones with female protagonists. So I thought it would be fun to make Kim my new favorite hero, Mother Immortal and I her sidekick, Dynamite Dame. I was proud of the costumes and how cute the two of us looked in them. But Kim wasn't as enthusiastic as I thought she'd be, she tried to entertain me but something was on her mind. I was worried that maybe I looked better than her and she was jealous but no, she was wondering why Morris would give her the day off and go somewhere without her.

I told her that I asked him to so we could spend the day together. She didn't even realize it was our anniversary. She was just concerned about missing Morris and wondering if he was cheating, I had to remind her that I was her husband. She laughed. I got mad and told her what I had to do. She thought the smaller cage was appropriate, she complimented the new tits, said that she thought my skin looked softer because of the hormones. But when I mentioned him shoving his cock down my throat, she went silent.

The next word that came out of her mouth was "SLUT" I tried to reason that he made me do it. It was hurtful hearing the person I love scream at me because she was jealous over the person she loved instead of me. I asked her to calm down, but she screamed at me and stormed out of the room. I could hear her calling Morris, chewing him out, hearing her finally yell at him for once, I would have preferred not having a massive cock stretching out my skull to get there, but I'll take what I can get. She stormed out with a bag stuffed with my dresses and pushed me out the door.

I sat on the doorstep and waited, unsure of what to do. When I saw Morris pull up in his car and get out in a black leather loin cloth and lion head. He was dressed like the Ebony Emporer, Dynamite Dame's boyfriend from the comics. He said "Well, we got two convention tickets" and I nervously walked toward him as he reassured me, "Kim's hormones are going crazy, she'll calm down. She just needs some space. Lord, you're gonna be that way soon too. I'm gonna have two irrational white bitches fighting over me." Why would we fight over him, though, after everything she put me through, making her jealous for once was a bit of a rush. 

That's when Morris flexed once more, bursting from his loincloth and presenting that monster member that changed everything about my life inviting me to it once more. He did do something really nice for me today... "why not?" I thought as I unbuckled my seat belt and opened wide.

RBF

 Another attempt at the new method, tried a few things differently. Let me know how it looks. Also, a little proud I gave a double meaning to "RBF"

I walked out, swinging my hips and clicking my heels to greet my Aunt, I smoothed my skirt and sat obediently on the couch across from her in the den. I crossed my legs despite the dull pain it applied to my shrunken and now-useless member. The weight of the budding breasts from the hormone treatments I'd agreed to and my long, styled hair were a constant reminder of how much I'd changed since getting here. The make-up on my face I put so much time into practicing that I could do it in my sleep was a skill I wasn't proud to possess. I cleared my throat, making sure i was going to hit my girly voice properly and said "what do you think, Mother?"

Obviously, she was my Aunt, not my Mother. And not by blood, she married my rich, aging Uncle for his money. The same Uncle who was my insurance policy if things didn't work out for me in life. Unfortunately, I heard through the grapevine that she had come along and now everything was going to her. I came back to get on his good side, but he was all but checked out and I was at the mercy of Ellie, who was only 15 years older than me but a handful of decades younger than him.

At first she wrote me off, but I was desperate and was willing to fight her on this. But I couldn't afford a lawyer and had very few cards to play. So when she said she'd put me back in his will if I played along with this little scenario of hers, I agreed and was bombarded with contracts. She said she feared the time had passed, though she always wanted a child of her own, and if it was one related to her husband, all the better. I agreed, not realizing that the contracts all specifically called for a Daughter, not a son.

After that it was off to the court house where my name was changed to Elizabeth. Yes, I was now named after Ellie. My crash coarse in femininity began for the next few months and before long, here I sat before her. A makeshift Daughter.

"You look wonderful, Elizabeth. I think we'll both be very happy with this arrangement. I'll have the Daughter I've always wanted and you'll never have to work a day in your life."

"I do put a lot of work into looking this..."

"Oh, nonsense, that's not work. You have to do some cardio, squats, and paint your face up to live in the lap of luxury. Don't let any of our gentleman callers know, but it's a simple price to pay."

"Good point, Mother." I attempted to smile but the disdain on my face felt very clear. I knew better than to try and reason with her about the whole not-into-men thing, lest I be taken over her knee again.

"That, my dear, is also something I want to point out. You have what they call 'Resting Bitch Face,' everything you say and do looks it's against your will." No shit.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I'll work on it."

"Nonsense! You're the spoiled brat Daughter of a wealthy socialite, it's only natural you'd be a bit of a bitch. The men will love it. I can't wait to show you off."

"Shall we celebrate with a drink?" Because God damn I need one.

"Sweetheart, I really need you to get smarter and learn your way around a contract if you're going to take up my stilettos and bag your own man."

I stifled a sigh "whatever do you mean?"

"You're not 24 anymore. Mark was 24. You're 18."

"Can you... Can you actually legally change my age?"

"I'm rich, Princess. I can do anything legally. Now, our driver is here and we have shopping to do. He's quite handsome and around your age, I think I'll keep him around for you."

I didn't have any words. I could only smile and nod, though it was a bit of a relief to let my "resting bitch face" do it's thing. I followed my new Mother outside. A tall, muscular guy in a suit waited by the car, he couldn't have been older than 20. But he was dressed very nicely, and opened the door of the limo for us. He kissed my hand before I got in.

"You know, I've had the most wonderful idea!" Ellie chimed in, addressing the driver. "We're going to be shopping today, lots of outfits, lots of shoes, lots of jewelery. You know, girly girl things. But what's say you help sweet little Elizabeth out and let her model some for you, help her see what a real man would appreciate?"

"Whatever you need, ma'am. It would be my pleasure." He said before stealing a glance at my legs then making eye contact, I met his gaze with my plastered-on glare, he responded by smiling and licking his lips before closing the door. I got chills up my spine, is this how men were going to look at me? What does Ellie expect me to do with this guy? Why was she so right about men liking the resting bitch face? My reluctance being a turn-on to these guys was going to make things much harder... I didn't mean like that.

"Don't worry, dear. I'm not going to make you marry a driver. He's just someone we can keep close, get you some practice to reel in a real big fish. So, anything you were imagining these gold digging little bimbos doing to you once you had my Husband's money, make sure you let him help you get the hang of." 

Busted

 

Hey, girls. Long time no see. The program I used to make the captions has been on the fritz and I've been trying hard to get it working again or find an alternative. I found a method for this one that involves adding the blank canvas to a GIF, turning the GIF into a video, adding the text, then converting it back to a GIF. It takes a little longer but hey, it worked. Came up with this dark little story idea to test it. I hope it's readable. Maybe I can get back to captioning. 

"I'm a cop! I'm a cop!" I shouted as the officers manhandled me against the bar, forcing me down to the point I thought my large breasts were going to erupt from the mini-dress I'd decided to wear for my shift that night. It may not seem like it, but I'm an officer of the law and, well, a man. But unfortunately, I'm having a hard time convincing any of my coworkers of the fact.

As Reggie Olivera, I was a promising young recruit to the department, if a little too ambitious for my own good and maybe a bit small for someone intended to protect the weak, but I was determined to get justice. Carmine Fisk was my city's resident drug lord, mob boss, and all-around bad guy. My superiors encouraged me to drop my death wish of a career goal and stop trying to take me down, but I kept pushing the point until they hatched a plan that I should have known was meant to deter me.

I was tasked with going undercover as Maria, formerly Mario, Cortez, a transgender girl hired to work in the club. Fisk supposedly had a thing for girls like the one they made me, and it would help me get close. But Fisk was smart.

He never revealed any incriminating evidence in front of me, but the intel about his taste for girls like was on point. He was constantly giving me the prime, profitable shifts. Buying me gifts, whether I wanted them or not. Sluttier outfits he made me model for him beforehand, laser hair treatments that made it so no hair would grow beneath my eyebrows again, under the table hormone treatments that began to transform my body even more than the workouts I did during the day with the other girls, and while we're on the subject, when I perhaps got a bit too interested in my coworkers, he fit me with a chastity cage, gradually decreasing in size over the coming months. "A girl as pretty as you should save that attention for her man." He told me. But the most life-changing gift of all, obviously, came after he toasted me for a year as his best girl with champagne. I started to feel groggy and I woke up with these Double Ds moulded to his exact specifications, as well as a couple things taken from me that will help the hormones more effective.

I tried making contact with my handlers back at the department, but if I got an answer at all it would be just be that it's "too dangerous" to pull out now or that I needed to gather enough intel to make the operation worth it. But it would turn out they were on his payroll, and this was their way of getting rid of me.

They forced me into the car, I pleaded with the officers I'd seen around the station before... All of this. But, at best they ignored me, at worst, they unloaded every insult in the book. By the time we made it to the station my dress had ridden down so much that my breasts were exposed as they led me in my 6-inch heels to book me.

My captain sat me down and gave me an "I told you so" speech about keeping my nose out of Fisk's business. But now this was the only choice they gave them. He was quite fond of Maria and wanted to make sure she didn't run away on some futile crusade for "justice." So, as of now, Reggie Olivera is a wanted man for the attempted murder of two officers, a staged farce, and is on the run, and will be for the foreseeable future.

Maria, however, just had her own documents forged to list her as an immigrant on a work visa. However, her employment in Fisk's club has been terminated due to the commotion she caused during the "routine police visit" that night. However, Fisk had fallen for her and was willing to marry her to let her stay in the country. That or be deported to a remote part of a country Reggie had never visited, appearing as Maria.

I was freed from my cuffs and turned into the arms of the man who destroyed my life. I watched my former boss snivel at Fisk's dominance. When we got in the car, Fisk informed me that he was clear with the Captain not to be too rough or too cruel with me. He assured me that the Captain would be knocked down a few rungs in the chain of command, as I was Fisk's girl now and nobody mistreats Fisk's girl.