Costume Gun: A Close Shave

You know the period when you start a few caps in the evening and couldn't stop writing until your clock tells that normal human beings are soundly asleep and had probably started their REM sleep?

It's one of those lucky days. I must apologise about the lack of updates; despite being summer, creative drought is an all-time season in my mindscape. But nevertheless, here are some captions.

Transcript:

 “Where’s mommy and what have you done to her?”

“What do you mean, Jimmy?”

“Shut up! You’re not mommy, I saw it. I saw you putting her skin on!”

Jim’s mother stood there, dressed in corsets and stockings, her head cocking onto one side and frowning as if in confusion. Her face, however, cleared into a relief as she bent down and hugged Jimmy as he struggled in her hold.

“Oh Jimmy, were you dreaming again?” She cooed as she stroke his head resisting his struggle to break her hold.

“W-wha?” Jimmy stopped.

“Remember those scary nightmares you thought it was real?”

Jimmy slowly nodded.

“Oh you, do you remember the previous time it happen? You thought there was a monster clawing out of your bed and it took me a long time to calm you down?”

Jimmy sheepishly nodded.

“Now, if I were some stranger wearing mommy’s skin, do you think he would ever know that you wet your bed 2 weeks ago after another bad dream?”

Jimmy’s eyes widened as he blushed; he nodded furiously now.

“There, there, it’s okay. Mommy is here and there’s no bad people wearing your mommy, okay?” Jim’s mother whispered tenderly as she cooed her son to sleep.

After putting her son to bed, Jim’s mother, Diane heaved a sigh of relief, “What a troublesome brat,” Diane growled as she starts to feel up her own body. “I should be careful next time but whatever,” As Diane starts to fondle her own breast, she tried to trace where her original self had done wrong. It was a routine, picked the lock of the door silently, zapped the women with the costume gun, wore her, lived her life, ditched the skin, repeat. “Must have made a noise that the boy had heard; thank goodness for the costume gun, else I would have not remembered that Jimmy boy has night terro-,” Diane moaned, interrupting the stranger’s thought as Diane’s hands pinched her clit.

“Now Diane, until your husband gets home, I should start familiarising with your, I mean, my body,” the stranger grinned as he started to massaged his stolen snatch.

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Costume Gun

Hello, I noticed a huge spike in my costume gun caption and I was wondering why when I remembered that I had a hard time looking for CG story and caps too. So here are my little contributions:

Costume Gun: Out Goes Timonthy

Costume Gun: Just Another Day

 

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A Series of Bodyhops

Not a series per se, but I posted five caps on PossessionObsession 4 yahoo group. So I figured that I should share them here as well.

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Bodyhoppers Strike Redux

Some bodyhopping shorts. I hope you enjoy.

Excess

Transcript:

“Alright Fergusson, get out of her,” Tucker grumbled.

“Pardon?” the lady in question was bemused.

Sighing, Tucker took out a camera and proceeded to snap a photo of her. The lady simply pouted in response as Tucker showed the photo of the lady, except her face had been replaced with a rather young teenager.

“Aw, can’t you play along for once,” the women complained, her voice suddenly deepened to that of a male.

“I will but Alicia’s my girlfriend. That’s a line we shouldn’t have crossed,”

“Despite the fact that you have committed adultery when I hopped your neighbour’s wife and let you fuck her six way to Sunday?” Alicia grinned, “Besides, I would let you do things Alicia wouldn’t want you to do to her,” she continues, her voice turning back into that of a young women’s while looking at her boyfriend seductively.

Tucker shifted his pants slightly to adjust the erection he had, this is partly due to the recent memories of his sexual encounter with his neighbour’s wife and also “Alicia” promising the same wild experience; something the normal “Alicia” would never give at all.

“Besides, how do you know I mounted your girlfriend? I must admit though, her body feels great and fits me in all the right places, if ya’ get what I mean,” she winked, feeling herself up and enjoying the sensual nature of it.

“Well, you know. You always overdress your mount,”

“Can’t be helped. There’s so much I want to wear! So how about the sex I promise you?”

  

65 Days Since I'm a Bodyhopper

Transcript:

It’s been 65 days since I become a bodyhopper and recently, I met Todd, another bodyhopper. When you met another bodyhopper like yourself, what do you do? I don’t know about you but Todd loves roleplay and his idea of fun was to set up scenario that you would only see in porn.

“Alright, so like, we got this mother and daughter, right?”

“Uh-huh,”

“And we fuck the boyfriend or something. The mother will like, I don’t know, teach the daughter how to have sex, ya’?”

Weird. Then again, who was I to judge? So I followed his plan and we sneaked into this house whose occupants had been staked out by Todd for quite some time already. By coin toss, Todd got to be the daughter (He was like a kid on Christmas when he won that) and me, I got to be the lovely mother. Great. Fortunately, the daughter already had a boyfriend, all we need was to call him up and the gig was set.

“Stephie, try not to bite,” I instructed as I tried looking lovingly (I think all I got out was envy) at my ‘daughter’. My ‘daughter’ nodded, delicately but clumsily (Man, he was really into it) moving the meat shaft up and down her mouth. Seeing this sight and really getting into the spirit of it, I thought it was time to up the ante.

“Alright, Stephie. You can practice oral sex anytime you could but now, this old hag really needs some dicking. So what say you, young man? Do you think you can handle the both of us?” I asked as  licked my lips.

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