Lost Legends: Andromaclea

Abomis was the greatest, most feared warrior in ancient Greece. His much tested battle prowess was legendary. He won wars of men and even battled against the forces of the supernatural.

Though his many heroic adventures were well known, his origin was mysterious. No one knew where he came from, or who his family was, and so they began to make up there own stories. With his great strength and battle skills, it was not long before people began to believe that he was a child of one of the gods. He was the mightiest of men, and irresistible to women.

However, it was not only women that coveted a place in Abomis' bed...

Androcles, prince of the Metian Kingdom, preferred the company of men, but knew he could never have the man he wanted most: the heroic Abomis. He knew that Abomis would never return his affections. Androcles was not at all the type that he was interested in.

One day, as Androcles stood at the beach, staring off into the grey morning horizon, he lamented to himself about his unrequited love. He would have given anything for Abomis' love. It was then that something slowly began to rise out of the ocean before him.

                                                
It was a marble statue of a woman with massive breasts. This astounded and baffled Androcles. He had no idea where the strange statue came from, or how it could stand on water. He was then shocked to hear the statue begin to speak, able to move nothing but its lips.
"Come closer." The statue beckoned in a ringing, otherworldly voice. Androcles was afraid and confused, but he felt a strange compulsion to obey the statue. As he stepped forward into the water, he noticed that he was no longer on the beach. He was shocked to see that he was somehow wading through a pool of water that came up to his chest. The pool of water appeared to have been a part of some kind of shrine that Androcles had been somehow transported to at the base of a mountain at the edge of a forest. At the focal point of the hidden mountain shrine was none other than the big breasted statue.
"You wish to be with the legendary warrior?" The overly endowed statue asked eerily.
"Yes... but he would never want to be with me..." Androcles answered with trepidation. He was still confused about what was transpiring.
"What if I could make you into someone that he would find irresistible?" The statue asked. "I know the stories... all of the stories. I know exactly what to do to make him yours. But would you be willing to change? Would you be willing to relinquish who and what you are, now... and forever?" The statue continued. Androcles suddenly felt an overwhelming belief in the statue and excitement for what she proposed.
"Yes! Yes, I would give anything to be with Abomis! I am of great wealth, just name your price! Mold me, statue!" Androcles pleaded.
"I am no mere statue. I am Titaemus, Goddess of Desire, and you need only worship me to have your wish granted." The statue declared. Androcles was confused as he had never heard of that particular goddess before, but he did as she commanded. He bowed his head and prayed to the talking statue, begging to be sculpted into Abomis' perfect lover. Suddenly, the waters of the shrine pool pulled him completely under.
Androcles frantically struggled to resurface, but some invisible force was holding him down. Before he could even worry about drowning, he felt an indescribable feeling like his entire being was being reshaped somehow. Just before he ran out of air, he was finally able to come out of the water. This felt harder than he thought it should have, as he strangely felt a certain amount of extra weight...


Abomis had just vanquished the three-headed fire-breathing lizard-lion and his army of barbarians, but he did not do it alone. He had the finest Metian warriors and a woman at his side.

However, she was not just any woman, she was a strong, fierce warrior of striking beauty, and an even more impressive physique than Abomis'. The mysterious, overly endowed warrior named Andromaclea had suddenly appeared one day to assist Abomis in a particularly tough battle. Abomis immediately thanked her for her battling with him by "wrestling" with her many times in bed. The two warriors became inseparable, as it seemed that the legendary Abomis had found his perfect mate to make more legends... and babies with.

Modern Top Hat

                                                                  

Sarah Hyland had just filmed a scene for her hit show, Modern Family, and was ordering her assistant to order her favorite Domino's Pizza for when she got home.
As she made her way through the indoor parking lot where her car was, she heard a familiar voice coming from a shady, secluded corner. She looked and saw that it was none other than her on screen sister Ariel Winter. Ariel had her back turned to Sarah as she spoke with a strange man in a top hat. Even as she approached, Sarah could barely see the man, as he was keeping to the shadows. Sarah could tell that Ariel was somewhat distressed. She worried that her costar had been cornered by some crazy stalker fan. After all, she had been getting more and more inappropriate attention ever since her body started developing so quickly.
"Dammit, wizard! This isn't what I meant when I told you I wanted to be noticed more on the show!" Ariel exclaimed. Sarah approached Ariel and the top-hatted stranger with confusion.
"Ariel? What's going on? Who is this guy?" She asked. Ariel was surprised by her costar's sudden appearance, but the top-hatted man remained cool with a smile of amusement.
"S-Sarah! Oh, um... this is nobody... just a fan!" Ariel nervously responded.
"Did you call him a... wizard?" Sarah asked. Ariel's eyes darted around as she desperately tried to think of what to say.
"Ah, yes my lovely dear, you heard right! I am a wizard! I'm a fan too..." The strange top-hatted man explained. "You see, I love the show, so one day I decided to visit the set during filming. I didn't want to be escorted out, so I magically made myself invisible as I walked about, but when I accidentally bumped into clever little Ariel here, she told me that she would scream if I didn't use my magic to give her something that she wanted. She told me that she was one of the most overlooked characters on the show, and I had to agree. She told me that she wanted to be noticed, she wanted to stand out more... so I helped her out." He said with a perverted grin.

"Yeah, he 'helped' by doing this to me!" Ariel angrily replied as she gestured to her abundant young curves. Sarah was shocked. This was so strange, but it made sense. That was how her on screen little sister had blossomed so immensely overnight. 

               

And sure enough, Ariel's popularity skyrocketed right along with her bustline. Sarah had no idea that the reason behind all this was magic.
"He disappeared after he gave me my gifts, but he couldn't help but skulk around set again so he could leer at his pervy handiwork. So I cornered him, and this time I'm not letting him go until he fixes me!" Ariel concluded, staring daggers at the top hat wearing magician.
"Alright, alright, you say you don't want your curves to be as big as they are now, right?" The wizard conceded.
"Right!" Ariel replied.
"And what about you Sarah my dear? Surely there is something you would ask of me?" The lecherous wizard said, grinning at Sarah.
"No! Don't listen to him Sarah! He'll twist whatever you want him to do! You can't trust him." Ariel warned. Sarah thought about this. She knew that she should've heeded Ariel's warning, but she also figured that if this was to be her only chance to ask something of an actual wizard, then she had to take it. In truth, she had found herself feeling envious of Ariel's sudden new curves and subsequent rise in popularity. She could not understand why Ariel was willing to throw away her now perfectly shaped body. Then the idea came to her.
"I want the body that Ariel has right now!" She blurted out. The magician in the top hat smiled evilly and clapped his hands as his body sparkled with crackling magic energy.

As Sarah Hyland walked the red carpet, stopping to pose for pictures every so often, she relished in the extra attention she received from the paparazzi, interviewers, and fans.

However, after having every inch of her body except for her beautiful face transformed into an exact copy of Ariel Winter's body, she couldn't help but notice the back pain that Ariel had constantly complained about, but all-in-all, as far as not-so-perfectly-worded wishes go...

                                                               

                                                   ...it could have been a lot worse.

I Kinda Suck Sometimes...

I plan on posting new captions regularly, since after all, I started this blog so that I could make the TG captions that I would want to see, but thankfully, it appears that a couple people actually pay attention to my stuff and actually like it (I thank each and every one of you by the way, and I do take requests...)! However, I warn you... I'm not perfect. I've found that more often than not, there's a mistake whenever I post something (thank goodness for post editing), so if you read one of my captions and something looks a little funky, please bear with me and know that I will correct it as soon as I notice it. Also, I've got a lot of ideas for captions, but sometimes I'm kinda slow at it... but keep your eye on me! Thank you.

Peter Perry II

Peter's parents did the best they could to help their new daughter look as normal as possible, but they knew Peter was irrevocably changed. They couldn't afford any techno-magical procedures, even if it were not already too late reverse the transformation in any way.

Peter's parents also couldn't bring themselves to call Peter any other name that might better fit a girl. However, that, as well as Peter's boyish hairstyle and boyish clothes, did not stop the sexual advances of nearly every boy in her high school. After a couple weeks of the highly suggestible Peter spending most of her after school hours at strange boys' houses, her parents realized that her intelligence was too low, and her libido was too high to continue going to school.

Cruel Intentions

                                
Sal and Stefan Stetzan had just completed their latest con. For years the legendary white collar criminals had dabbled in money laundering, larceny, counter fitting, drugs, prostitution, and pretty much every major crime short of murder. They were both wanted in many countries, and had many aliases. They were as good at evading capture as they were at committing their crimes. They felt they were on top of the world, they were confident, but they weren't stupid. They were well aware of whose funds their latest con would affect. It was someone just as notorious as they were, but unlike them, his hands were not clean of murder.
                                                                  
Thomas Fredericks, was the face of a multinational company called Zephyr, but it was just a facade.    

In reality, he was a retired psychopathic hitman called "Mad Man", and if he found out who was behind his company's recent losses he would hunt them down and make sure they were never heard from again.

But the Stetzan twins had an ace up their sleeve. They put the millions they had acquired from Zephyr to good use.

Over the years, while traveling the world and researching many different pathways too wealth and influence, the twins would occasionally come across evidence of the supernatural. Mystical things of legendary origin and incredible power. Rumors of one such item particularly caught their attention...
                                                
                                                         ...the Wishing Stone.
According to legend, the stone would grant three wishes to whoever held it. Luckily for the Stetzans, the foreign museum that possessed the stone simply thought it was nothing more than an obscenely rare and expensive gem.
The stone couldn't arrive soon enough as the twins didn't know how much time they had before Mad Man tracked them down, but when it finally did, they opened the box and marveled at the glistening, mystical gem. It gave off an ominous presence that told them that it was certainly magical after all. The brothers both felt a sudden overwhelming desire to hold the gem as if it was beckoning to them. Sal quickly grabbed it before Stefan could.
They argued for a while about the best way to utilize the six wishes between the two of them. They knew that if they weren't careful the wishes could backfire. Sal thought to himself about how to proceed. He wanted to use his first wish to test the stone's power, but he was cunning enough not to waste it by wishing for something that would not be practical in the near future. He settled on the best way to proceed and made his wish in his mind.
 His brother Stefan's form instantly began to change. Right before Sal's eyes, Stefan's body, and even his clothes, completely transformed in an instant.
                           

                                               "No! I'm not doing that! Change me back!"

Stefan had been transformed into "Stefanie", and she was every bit as attractive a woman as Stefan had always been as a man. As Sal's twin and partner in crime, Stefanie knew exactly what plan her brother had in mind.
"No way in HELL I'm doing that! Now wish me back to normal, dammit!" She demanded.
"I don't think so. I'm not wasting one of my wishes on that!" Sal replied with sick amusement . "You can use one of your wishes to wish yourself back to normal when it's your turn with the stone, but only after the job's done." He said coldly. Stefanie was furious. She lunged at her brother and tried to wrestle the Wishing Stone away from him, but since she was was physically weaker than him now, her efforts were in vain. As her brother explained the details of his plan, she was completely outraged. She told Sal she would never go along with his ridiculous plan. She needed a drink. She stomped into the kitchen to guzzle down any alcohol they had in their hideout, but suddenly she felt strange. She felt lightheaded as a sickening feeling washed over her. She felt pressure building up in her chest. As she looked down at herself she was shocked to see that her breasts had grown. They jutted outward and bounced exaggeratedly. However, her breasts weren't the only things that had changed. Her hair had grown a few inches and become wavier as well as a little lighter in shade, and her coat, sweater, and pants had transformed into a partly lacy and revealing little black dress. 

                                        "Ugh! What the hell is this?!" She protested in disgust.

Stefanie's brother Sal cackled at the dismay of his formerly male sister. "My second wish. I wished that whenever you disobeyed me you would become even more feminine. Well, the way I picture 'feminine' at least." He replied wickedly, thoroughly enjoying himself and the power of the Wishing Stone. Within Stefanie's now large chest, her heart sank after hearing her maniacal brother's cruel declaration. Not only had Stefan been robbed of his manhood, but Stefanie had been robbed of her freedom. 

As Mad Man began to close in on the twins, he was intercepted by the stunning and mysterious "Stefanie Stone" and her...

                                                                  ..."twins".

Stefanie was irresistible. Mad Man was insatiable. Stefanie had become a major distraction for the hellbent killer ever since the two of them suddenly crossed paths by "coincidence", and soon enough, she made him forget all about the prospective victims who stole his money.  
The first time they made love Stefanie hated herself, but by the time they really started fucking she couldn't help but admit to herself that it felt good. This terrified her. 

After "convincing" him in a hotel room for a couple of days, the enthusiastic, alluring, and more than qualified Stefanie got Fredericks to keep her close as his new assistant. Stefanie texted her evil twin that the first step of his plan had been successful.

In a matter of weeks, Stefanie knew everything there was to know about Zephyr, and was Thomas Fredericks' most trusted confidant. The two of them spent almost all of their time together

Stefanie played her role as only a brilliant con woman could, but she wasn't happy. However, her brother and master, Sal, was quite pleased, while her boss and lover, Thomas, was growing more and more demanding at work as well as...

                    ...in private.
Forced by her brother to never refuse Fredericks unless instructed to do so, Stefanie had no choice but to endure the demeaning and sometimes painful whims of the appropriately named Mad Man behind closed doors.

However, he never roughed her up too badly as he loved to show her off in public like his trophy.
 
One night, at some lavish extravaganza, as Stefanie convincingly played the role of a head over heels assistant/sex slave that was falling in love with her psychotic, sadistic boss who was less convincingly playing the role of a suave tycoon, her worst fear suddenly came true...
Thomas Fredericks proposed.
It wasn't really that much of a surprise, but she was still shocked. She was also terrified, furious, embarrassed, depressed, and losing all hope, but she was forced to bottle it all up inside as she feigned pure happiness and even managed to squeeze out tears of joy, which she could never have done when she was a man. She accepted his proposal in front of everyone in the ballroom, and while everyone celebrated, she texted her brother that the next phase of his plan had been successful.

The bad news was that Stefan Stetzan, turned Stefanie Stetzan, turned Stefanie Stone had now become "Stefanie Fredericks". 
                                                                         
The good news was that she and her new husband were honeymooning at a beautiful island that was thankfully far away from any sex dungeons and twisted twins. Though that didn't mean that Stefanie would not still grow bigger curves or something absurd like that if she did anything that went against Sal's plan, and Sal expected his reluctant sister to keep Mad Man happy. 

                                            
                                    ...She lost track of how many times they had sex on that island...

Stefanie hadn't heard anything further from Sal after he sarcastically congratulated her on her engagement the night Mad Man proposed, and even after the two of them got back from their honeymoon, he still hadn't contacted her. Stephanie wondered if he simply left her to stew in her humiliating private Hell for a while. Whatever the reason, this left her time to think.

So Stefanie was married to the head of a billion-dollar company, she was part-owner of said company and owned half of everything Thomas Fredericks owned, she knew everything about the company, and Sal still had one more wish. Stefanie feared what her brother would do next as she no longer knew what he was planning. She could no longer relate to the greedy, heartless monster that he had become.

As she awaited her terrible twin's next move she tried to predict what it might be while taking a shower. After considering likely scenarios, she began to realize that it would be advantageous for Sal if Stefanie remained a woman. He could simply wish for Mad Man to drop dead leaving the entirety of his company and assets to his widow Stefanie (and therefore Sal). He could wish for Stefanie to be a black widow whose husbands always die after a certain amount of time, and force her to target one rich man after another, ensuring a life of never ending wealth for one twin and a life of lonely servitude for the other. Stefanie figured Sal would probably just hide the Wishing Stone somewhere she would never find it once he was done with it. Stefanie couldn't let that happen. She decided that she had to take control, she had to take the Wishing Stone the first chance she got.

After she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her perfect, glistening, well endowed body, she gasped.

"S-Sal?! Wh-what are you doing here?!" She asked her leering twin brother. She'd forgotten his world class breaking and entering skills.
"What, I can't pay my beautiful twin sister a visit?" Sal creepily replied.
"You... you better leave NOW before Thomas comes home! He'll kill you if-" 
"Stop talking right now unless you want some serious blimp tits." Sal interrupted. "You don't want to disobey me remember?" He asked rhetorically with his usual sadistic smile. Stefanie quietly nodded in dominated agreement. Her brother pulled the Wishing Stone out of his pocket. Her heart began to race as she considered trying her luck at trying to grab it once again. She was completely desperate. Helpless. Hopeless.
"Sorry I haven't been keeping in touch lately, but I figured the blushing bride deserved some undisturbed time with her hubby." Sal teased as he arrogantly tossed the shining Wishing Stone from one hand to the other. This tantalized Stefanie as she couldn't help but track the stone's back and forth movement. It was like her brother was daring her to grab for it. Sal smiled as he continued.
"Well, while you've been making beds creak with your Mad Man, I've been thinking about what exactly I should use my last wish for." He expounded, amused with himself. Stefanie gulped, she nearly vomited from nervousness.
"But I think I got it, and believe me sis, you're gonna like this one! I'm going to wish for both of us to be immortal!" He claimed, seeming to have lost his mind. "You and me will be just as young and good looking as we are right now... forever!" He continued, madly squeezing the stone in his hand. Even if Stefanie had not been forbidden to speak, she would have been speechless. "Great wish, right? After that, you won't even need any wishes of your own! I mean what beats eternal youth, right?" Sal asked rhetorically. It was worse than Stefanie had even imagined. Sal was worse than she even imagined. She knew what her demented twin brother was really saying. Sal indeed intended for his brother Stefan to stay the alluring, lucrative, submissive "Stefanie" not only for years... but forever. 
"You can speak now if you-"
"You can't do this Sal, please!" Stephanie interrupted. Her held in protests blurted out of her mouth the instant they were permitted. "You can't make me stay like this forever! Please, I'll do anything!" She begged, coming to tears.
"'Anything', you say?" Sal slyly replied. Stefanie's heart sank once more at seeing Sal's most wicked smile yet. She had been conned. She was now, more than ever, at the complete mercy of her cunning, calculating, callous twin. 
"What do you want me to do?" The defeated Stefanie asked, sniffling as she wiped her tears away.
"Well, you see while you were getting pounded on your little honeymoon, I found a new friend who just so happens to be one of your husband's old enemies. He gladly agreed to get ol' Mad Man out of our hair once and for all... for the right price of course. It cost almost everything we had left of what we got from our last few jobs, but it should be worth it. This guy is good." He explained.
"You're gonna have him killed?!" Stefanie asked, horrified that her brother was so willing to resort to something they had never resorted to before.
"Hey, I thought you'd be happy! You really want to be married to that psycho? He was gonna kill us, remember?" Sal retorted. Stefanie knew there was no arguing with him.
"So what do you want me to do?" She asked again, dreading the answer.
"Simple. I want you to sashay right into Zephyr, steal all of the data and production notes on upcoming products, and strut those long legs of yours right back out with your big chest out and your pretty little head held high." Sal answered mockingly. "When this job's done, were going legit. You'll run Zephyr, and I'll start my own new company. We'll be set for life, Stef! Though I'll need some of Mad Man and Zephyr's funds and that product data I mentioned to get my company off the ground, of course, but I'm sure you won't mind. And hey, if all goes well, I'll even use my last wish to make you a man again!" Sal explained, placing his hand on Stefanie's shoulder. She was so taken aback she barely even noticed. She was still processing what her tyrannical twin had just said. She wondered if it was remotely possible that her brother would actually wish her back to the way she was. She would have given anything for the slimmest chance. She needed to believe that there was a light at the end of the tunnel... Then Sal started caressing her shoulder...

Just when Stefanie thought her sick brother couldn't possibly sink any lower, he began to send some very un-brotherly signals. Stefanie's heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. This was the last straw. She couldn't take it anymore.
As Sal literally and figuratively rubbed his twin the wrong way with one hand, Stefanie grabbed for the Wishing Stone that he held in his other hand as quick as she could. Her nimble, former pickpocket fingers managed to barely touch the magic gem, but her quick witted brother distracted her by ripping off her towel revealing her naked, nubile body. She squealed in surprise as her brother immediately put the Wishing Stone back in his pocket, then she moaned lustfully as she felt her punishment for disobeying coming on. A fuzzy, arousing feeling washed over her. There wasn't much of a physical change other than her butt and hips swelling in size slightly, but inside she felt more feminine. She felt like she had lost a bit of herself. She felt like that small part of her was replaced by a new part of her that actually wanted to submit to Sal. She felt horny.
As her perverted brother looked her naked body up and down in approval, Stefanie began to feel a warm, wet, need in between her legs. This was not lost on Sal.
"Now, now Stef, that was very naughty. Now I need you to prove that I can still trust you." He said with a grin. Deep down she wanted to vomit, but she knew she had to obey.
                                           
                                                        "You deserve this, don't you?! DON'T YOU?!"
                                            
                                               "YES! YES! I deserve this! Oh! Oh yes! I deserve this!"

The next morning, Stefanie told Thomas she wasn't feeling well and that he should go to the board meeting without her. After her most disgusting, uncomfortable, traumatic experience yet, she just wanted her nightmare to end.

As Stefanie entered the Zephyr building alone, she looked around to see if anyone was looking. Luckily there were only a few lower staff members and employees she neither knew nor had any interactions with, so she felt it was as safe as it was ever going to be for her to sashay like a supermodel to the elevator, as she didn't want to risk not following Sal's orders to the letter. She was once again, humiliated as she spotted one or two people noticing her along the way, but by this point, she was used to humiliation.

She then sneaked into R&D, and within minutes left unseen after filling her purse and a flash drive with company secrets. She was thankful that her psychotic boss and husband was in a board meeting eight floors above her. As the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, she took a deep breath, held her head up high, stuck her chest out, and took long, proud steps per Sal's instructions as she headed for the exit when she suddenly felt a familiar tingling in her breasts. Her eyes bulged in horror and tried to look down at her chest while she tried desperately to keep her chin up, but she didn't need to look down to know her breasts were swelling. That, compounded with the fact that she suddenly felt more girly than ever, let her know that she was doing something wrong. She desperately tried to remember her brother's exact words. Her body froze and her heart skipped a beat when she realized what had been missing: "With.Your. Big. Chest. Out." Sal had said. Those five words echoed in her mind as she stood in the middle of the ground floor in an overcoat and a silky dress that covered her all the way up to her neckline. Knowing she'd probably have to tear her dress open to expose her breasts before her breasts burst through the dress themselves, she began to break out in a cold sweat. It was then that a nice receptionist that Stefanie occasionally exchanged pleasantries with approached her.
"Mrs. Fredericks? Is everything alright? I believe Mr. Fredericks is waiting for you in the boardroom..." She politely reminded her.
"Uh... yes, I told him to go on ahead because I think I might be coming down with something. I've been feeling ill since yesterday." Stefanie replied, only half lying. She still had a bit of a nervous sweat. "Is it hot in here?" She asked rhetorically as she quickly shed her overcoat.


Both Stefanie and the concerned receptionist were surprised to see a shimmering, revealing, tiny silver dress that neither of them had ever seen before. It appeared that the effects of Sal's second wish had transformed Stephanie's clothes again, but this time it came as a relief as now it seemed that this new dress had solved her problem of having completely covered breasts. 
"My goodness, you must not be feeling well! You came to the office in a nightie!" The receptionist joked. Stephanie laughed along with her, knowing that she needed to get out of there.
"Yeah, so if Thomas asks, just tell him you didn't see me, alright?" Stefanie replied as she rushed to the exit.

On her way to the appointed place where she was supposed to meet up with her brother, Stefanie took a quick detour to buy a new, less demeaning dress. She prayed that this would not count as disobeying Sal. As she changed dresses in a changing room in the nearest boutique, she once again pondered her dismal situation. She was completely fed up with living under her brother. She was tired of fearing and following his wishes. She was sick of being ordered around, manipulated, abused, and controlled. She wanted control. She wished that she had the Wishing Stone.

When she arrived at the park, Sal was there waiting. Stefanie felt like she was walking to the executioner. She felt no real hope. She saw no light at the end of the tunnel.
"Hey, sis, don't look so glum... smile." Her brother taunted just before looking her up and down in her new form fitting dress. She obliged and plastered as genuine a smile as she could muster on her beautiful face. "That's better." He said as he took his sister's hand. They then began walking through the park hand-in-hand like they were a couple. One twin smiled in complete triumph, while the other was little more than a captive yet again forced to wear a happy facade.           

    

As Stefanie's bloated breasts bounced with each step, Sal could barely keep his eyes off of them.
         "I can't get what we did yesterday out of my mind! It was pretty amazing, huh?
                                                                                           "..."
                       "I'll be honest... I'd been waiting to do that ever since you became a chick!"
                         "We should totally keep doing it."
                                                                                "Do I have a choice?"

                                                      "Heh, heh, heh... No, not really."

The twins sat down at a park bench where there weren't a lot of people around.
"So did you get what I asked?" Sal asked nonchalantly.

Stefanie nervously looked around for any onlookers as she reached into her purse to retrieve the flash drive and the stolen notes. However, when she placed her hand in the purse, she felt something strange. She felt something small, round, and smooth that didn't feel familiar.
She peered into her purse and couldn't believe what she saw. It was the Wishing Stone.

She had no idea how it was possible, it really was the real gem just waiting in her purse. She hid her surprised reaction as best she could as she handed the Zephyr documents to her brother. 
 For the first time since they first got the Wishing Stone, both twins were legitimately happy. Still, Stefanie didn't want to get careless. For all she knew, it could've just been another one of Sal's tricks. For all she knew, the Wishing Stone could've stopped working, or it could have been a fake and Sal sneakily planted it in her purse to see what she would do. She secretly took the gem out of her purse and examined it while Sal examined the Zephyr notes.
"Yes! Yes! This is perfect! Gimme a kiss, sis!" Sal demanded as he grabbed Stefanie and planted a big, wet, incestuous kiss on her lips.

Barely containing her revulsion, she gently broke the kiss and looked straight into her despicable brother's eyes.

Ever since the punishment Sal's second wish brought the day before, Stefanie had felt more submissive to her twin than ever. She even began to feel inklings of romantic attraction for him deep down, but she knew it wasn't real. She was ready to take control. She was ready to risk being further transformed and losing even more of her former self.
"You were never gonna wish me back to normal were you?" Stefanie asked with detached clarity.
"Well, I thought about it, but then I figured it would be so much more interesting if you stayed like this. Besides, I was never really crazy about someone else looking exactly like me anyway." Sal admitted matter-of-factly.      
"Is this real?" She asked vaguely.
"Oh, this is very real, and I know you feel it too." Sal answered in his usual suave, dominating tone as he leaned in for another kiss.
"No, I meant this." Stefanie flatly replied as she revealed the Wishing Stone that she held in her hand. Sal's eyes bulged in shock. The surprise and fear that broke his cool told Stefanie that this was not a trick.
"How the hell did you get that?! I put that damn stone in a hidden safe in another city!" He explained, dumbfounded and unable to hide his panic. Stefanie thought about that until she smiled genuinely for the first time since she became a woman.
"I guess when I touched the stone yesterday, that allowed me to start making my wishes, and I didn't even know it! Just before I came here to meet you I wished that I had the Wishing Stone." She answered.
"Well, you still have to obey me! Give it back!" Sal retorted. When Stefanie did not do as her brother commanded, she felt her body beginning to change again. Her already large breasts began swelling at a slightly faster rate than ever before as did her hips and butt. She also felt her libido begin to rise. Her sudden elation was overtaken by her hatred of her brother and all he had done to her. She wanted him to know how it felt to be what he had turned her into. She nearly wished to switch bodies with her formerly identical twin, but quickly realized that such a wish might technically place the Wishing Stone back in Sal's hands. Then she remembered Sal still had one more wish, and realized that she needed to settle everything with her two remaining wishes immediately. 
Stefanie needed to think quicker than her quick witted twin. She had only a moment to devise the perfect wishes. Luckily, her perverted brother was momentarily distracted by his sister's rapidly expanding curves. Stefanie's mind began to flood with arousing images of big penises and having sex with both Sal and her husband Mad Man, but she pushed them aside and focused on the torment the two of them forced upon her time and time again. She wanted them both to pay, so with her second wish, she changed Thomas Fredericks' life and with her final wish, she changed the Stetzan twins' reality...
                                  

Tiffany Fredericks had a dumbfounded look on her face.
                      
It appeared that her enormous breasts had popped the buttons of her blouse again, and during the board meeting, no less! She was of course frustrated and humiliated, but she also couldn't shake this nagging feeling in the back of her mind like she had forgotten something important. A feeling like she had once been someone else entirely. She was, of course, once secretly known as the seductress assassin the "Mad Woman" who would kill her targets after sleeping with them, but therapists had helped her work through those issues. She didn't know what else could be the cause of such a feeling, so she tried to dismiss it and move on. As she quickly adjusted herself in front of the flustered old board members, she cursed that infuriating, lazy, arrogant, filthy rich, dashing, sexy boss of hers under her breath for once again dumping his duties onto her while he was off frolicking with that spoiled, walking wet dream of a twin sister he was "secretly" screwing.
                                                            
                                                         ...Oh, how she wished he was screwing her instead...

She figured that with her murky past and shaky records, she really just got hired because of her body, and eagerly awaited the day when Mr. Stetzan would proposition her... until she met her competition. 
But, for now, she figured that if she couldn't bag her boss...
  
 
                            ... she could at least bag an intern.

Stunning, young, billionaire twins, Stefan and Sally Stetzan, could barely keep their eyes off of each other as they walked hand-in-hand through a secluded part of their favorite park. Stefan was still mesmerized by the way Sally bounced and wobbled as she walked.

                              

Sally had long since gotten used to the constant struggle of keeping herself upright in heels, but she was still getting used to being a social media phenomenon after Stefan anonymously "leaked" naked pictures of her and the impossibly curvaceous body that she hid behind closed doors for years.
"So, Chic Chick, Rogue, and Loverboobs are all after me for photoshoots, and Loverboobs wants me to go nude! Which one should I do?" Sally asked.
"Why not all of them?" Stefan replied with that devilish grin that never failed to make Sally weak in the knees. She never had the power to resist her dominating twin. She also never really had much of any talent to speak of, so Stefan aimed to help her exploit her outstanding good looks and her mind boggling figure to launch her into stardom. However, Sally didn't care about being a celebrity. In fact, she didn't even like that she had an ever growing number of fans, not just because she was naturally shy and timid, but really because it meant that the taboo public displays of affection between her and Stefan would have to become more and more scarce.

Sally just wished that Stefan would forget about making her a celebrity. She wished that she could be his sister and lover in private, and his girlfriend in public, but she could make do with the way things were. After all, she had already had an impossible wish come true long ago... the wish that her brother would fall in love with her.

Lemonade Stand

                                                             
Little Chris Studford wanted some new sneakers, but the ones he wanted were expensive, so his mother told him that if he wanted them he would have to chip in some of the money. Chris decided to open a lemonade stand to help him pick up the required funds. Business was a lot slower than he would've hoped, so he would slowly raise the price each time he actually got a customer. By the time cute little Darcy and Marcy happily approached his stand Chris demanded $10.00 a cup.
                                                                      
The twin 7-year-olds protested Chris' outrageous prices as they didn't have that much money, but he just blustered and bullied the little girls into giving him all the money they had, which was a total of $6.45 between the two of them. The girl's ran off in tears, and Chris counted up all the money he had made with his lemonade stand, which was about twenty dollars. He figured five more dollars and he would've had enough to pitch in half for his new sneakers. After twenty more minutes of no customers, someone finally arrived at his stand.

Chris' heart began to race at the ravishing sight of the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood, Missy Wagner.
"So, Chris, I heard your the one who made my little sisters cry. A big boy taking little girls' money?" She asked. Chris was kicking himself. He'd forgotten that those two little brats were "Hottie Missy's" little sisters.
"The-they j-just bought some of m-my lemonade... That's all." Chris nervously stammered in response. Missy rolled her eyes, but then a wicked smile appeared on her gorgeous face. Chris went from nervous to scared as Missy looked straight at him with piercing eyes.
"I understand. You want to make a little cash, but not enough people are buying. Well let me tell you a little secret Chris..." She said wickedly as she leaned forward to whisper into Chris' ear. "...I'm totally a witch, and I'm gonna cast a little spell that should help you out." She said just before she winked at the confused Chris. Chris thought Missy was crazy until she pointed at him and golden sparkles streamed out of her finger.
                                                                  

Christy Studford needed new bras. She regularly busted bras, but it was okay because even at 5 cents a cup, she got more than enough business.

I'M BACK

I was tired of looking for the damn leprechaun. I spent two years tracking the leprechaun's movements through rumor, and evidence of its... handiwork. The leprechaun was a mischievous magical creature with the power to grant any wish, but loved to throw in its own twists. I thought I had finally tracked the little beast down in a European city, but it seemed it had yet again evaded me somehow. This was the last straw. I was fed up with searching, and I even told that to the busty little minx I had met the night before.

"Aw, you shouldn't give up. Maybe the leprechaun is closer than you think..."
                                  
 To my astonishment, strange new clothes began to materialize on her voluptuous body.

                                 "I hear you've been looking for me?" She said with a smirk.
"You... you're the leprechaun?!" I asked.
 "Yes... and your pretty good in bed! So I've decided to grant you your wish. You do have a wish don't you?" The Leprechaun asked.
"YES! Yes, I've thought of the perfect wish to make when I found you! I wish to live the rest of my days on a gorgeous, hidden island where I never have to work for anything!" I demanded.
"Ooooh, good wish!" The Leprechaun replied before she snapped her fingers.

                                                                Damn Leprechaun...

Well at least the island is beautiful. And looking the way I do, I don't have to do much to get what I want. Well, since I've got a lot more free time now, I guess I'll get back to writing TG captions...