The Great Shift - As a Joke

 

Swap Clinic - Animated GIF - Trust Me

 

"Mmm...Mmm..." Olivia, formerly Oliver, lightly moaned as she made out with Lizzy. The latter slipped a hand down and felt up each of Olivia's new breasts. "Hehe..." Olivia giggled, briefly breaking away, intense arousal firing through all parts of her new body.

"I absolutely love new guys-turned-girls..." Lizzy said sensually as she moved into to meet Olivia's lips once again. "Like...sexy putty..." She ran her free hand down over Olivia's belly, resting it briefly on her thigh, then slipping it between her legs. 

"Ngah!" Olivia twitched. Her leggings and panties did nothing to hide her hot, wet pussy beneath. As Lizzy gently ran her fingers over the area, Olivia reached over and put a hand on Lizzy's thigh...then slipped it between her legs... "What..." she broke away, confused. She pressed a little more firmly and... "Do you..."

"What, you think you're the only one getting things done at the Swap Clinic?" Lizzy asked, still 'in the mood'.

"I...I'm not sure..." Olivia stammered, anxiety setting in. "I don't think I'm ready for..."

"Shh, shh, shh," Lizzy silenced her with a finger to her lip. "I'll take real good care of you...just trust me...I've gotten good with this thing and I still know all of the 'sweet spots' down there... Olivia, still a little nervous, allowed her back into to continue making out...feeling her up...putting a hand between her legs...undressing her...unhooking her bra...peeling down her panties... "I'll use my mouth first...then..." Lizzy simply trailed off, looking Olivia in the eyes, while she put up her hair and proceeded toward Olivia's new, slick slit...

Throwback Sunday - "Do Over" Series!

 I never did get back to continuing this series, but I still really like it.

 

The Great Shift - At Ease

 This one goes out to Blue Merle, hope it captures what you were looking for!

 

Great Shift Experiences - "Big Changes" Trio!

 

Body Hopper - Hope She Believes...

 

Magic - Cunted

 

Good Gurls Rehab - Stay For the Summer

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Go Get Help

 

One moment, Randy was in his office break room getting a cup of coffee. The next, well...

After a brief moment of darkness, he found himself in a barn. A gag, collar, and leather corset all locked on. A clearly female body beneath. Panic set in. He tried to run toward an open door, but immediately fell over from the high-heeled "BDSM"shoes locked to her feet that forced her onto her tiptoes.

 "Mmm! MMPH!" Two other similarly bound women in horse stalls called out to him. Unlike him, however, they were both chained to the wall. 

"WAAAHHHH!!" a man who had collapsed to the ground a few feet away cried out. He just kept screaming and crying like a baby.  

Randy blinked a few times, trying to come to his senses. Seeing if he could wake up from what was clearly a nightmare.

"MMPH! NGHHH!" the other two women shouted into their gags as they tried unsuccessfully to escape their chains.

Hands thankfully free, Randy dug through the crying man's pockets but found no pad lock keys. He did, at least, find a car key. He held it up to the other two women and then did his best "drive to go get help" charade. He could tell they were nervous to see him leave, but this was their best chance of actually getting out. 

Unable to walk, he crawled on his hands and knees to the car parked in front of the barn, then pulled himself up into the drivers seat. He peeled down the dirt driveway onto a road and realized that he was very far from his city home. 

Flat farmlands as far as the eye could see spread out in every direction. Randy tried to tug at the locks as he drove, but all of them held tight. He also tried to loosen the corset, but it too was locked in place. Feeling overwhelmed, and having difficultly breathing in the bondage gear, he pulled over in front of a seemingly empty house and opened the door to get some fresh air.

"Mmhmmhmm..." he began to cry. "MMHMMMM!" he tried to scream, but it too was completely muffled.

What had happened? Who was this woman? Where was his body? 

...and did he remember how to get back to the farm to help the others?

Sunday Throwback - Sissy Week

 

Swapped at Birth - Flings to Relationships

 

Great Shift Experiences - College Foursome!

 

Magic - You Owe Me

 

Swapped at Birth - (Not) Like Old Times

Role Exchanger - Roommate Arrangement

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...

Throwback Sunday - Fantasy Football Loser

 This is one of my oldest multi-part caption stories that I thought was lost on a dead computer. Guess not, enjoy!