Clear As A Belle

Another belated Christmas gift, for you all. I'm rather proud of this, and it's my first real caption with all Daz images. I'm not counting the last post, as I didn't really have an ending for that.

So, I've spent ages trying to find a good silicone breast implant prop for Daz Studio, but there just don't appear to be any. I've seen other 3D artists on Deviantart use implants, but I couldn't find any props for sale anywhere. Obviously, without an implant prop.

Then a Christmas miracle happened. While trying to make a Christmas ornament in Daz by modifying a vase prop, one of my tests ended up looking like a pretty convincing breast implant. So I spent most of Christmas day and the day after making more implants and playing around, then made today's images and caption. This is an old idea of mine, and I think you'll see why I could never do it without a 3D rendering program.

“I still can't believe you got a boob job, Claire,” Natalie said, shaking her head at the newly-buxom blonde. "You're huge!"

“Oh, you're one to talk, Boob Window,” Claire Kristol, aka Invisibelle, replied, using one of Black Mamba's many hated nicknames. “Did you forget the way you flaunted your fake tits all over the place last month?!”

“You bitch! You know that was a wardrobe malfunction! The zipper broke and--”

“Girls, please, you're making a scene,” Veronicka, aka Blue Mage hissed, looking around.

Thankfully, the clinic waiting room was mostly empty, the few people sitting too interested in their phones to have noticed the bickering heroines. “If I'd known you two would spend the whole morning bitchfighting....”

She sighed, annoyed. Claire's post-surgery check-up had been a mere formality, but she'd wanted her friends there for moral support, or something. In reality, Veronicka suspected that the heroine had merely wanted to save gas money by getting her magical friend to teleport them to the clinic directly.

“My point,” Natalie began again. “Is that it just seems weird for you to get work done like this. You turn invisible, for fuck's sake. At least my boobs are useful in a mission, raw sex appeal is practically my super power, after all.”

“Just because I can turn myself invisible, doesn't mean I don't care about my appearance,” Claire hissed back. “And at least my breasts look real, you look like you're smuggling torpedoes!”

Natalie glared at her. “Newsflash Claire, everyone already knows you're flat as a board!! Do you really think no one will realize those new bitchbumps of yours are plastic!?!”

“Girls!” Veronicka snapped, as the two women started arguing again.

Invisibelle rolled her eyes, but nodded. Black Mamba looked willing to keep fighting, but finally sighed and added her own nod.

“Good,” Blue Mage said, rubbing her forehead. She looked back at Invisibelle, as her coworker childishly refused to look at Black Mamba. Looking the blonde up and down, she suddenly frowned.
Claire narrowed her eyes, noticing Veronicka's look. “What? What is it now?”

“It's just...” Veronicka hesitated, then sighed. “It just occurred to me... Did you really think this through, Claire? I mean, what if your implants effect your powers? You know your phase-shift fields are a bit touchy with non-organic material. That tongue piercing last year nearly ruined a mission, if we didn't have those wire cutters handy--”

“That was a fluke! How was I to know that titanium nullified my powers?! I mean, how often do you ever run into industrial grade titanium anyway?” Claire groaned, shaking her head. “Gads, I've been out of my bandages for less than an hour, and I'm already tired of people talking about my implants! Look, if I turn invisible, will you stop worrying?”

Veronicka shrugged, then nodded in agreement.

“Great, and once I've proven my surgery hasn't effected my powers, I never, ever, EVER want to hear another word about my implants, got it?! I paid a small fortune to get the most natural-looking breasts money could buy, and I don't want you two harpies spoiling it. Once people get used to my new curves, no one will ever think they're fake.”

The blonde heroine shot a quick glare at Nat, cutting off her snarky reply before it could begin.

With a long sigh, Invisibelle raised her hands, calming herself, then activated her phase-shift ability, pushing her physical body just outside the visible spectrum, the field pulling her carefully selected all-leather clothing along.

She held her hand before her face, smiling as her flesh turned transparent, just as she knew it would. It was annoying that she'd had to activate her powers, though; she had wanted to go shopping for new bras, but now it would be hours before her field collapsed and she phased back into view.

“There, see? Totally invisible. Now, I don't want to hear another word about my—what?”

Both woman stared at her, silently. Then suddenly they broke down in laughter, even the usually stoic Natalie.

“What?! WHAT!?! What's so fun--”

She looked down. And screamed!

I hope you enjoyed the new caption. I'm sorry I haven't had time to update the Patreon, the holidays have been pretty busy for me, and all my spare time has gone into making these renders (which pretty much ties up my computer for several hours. These implants really eat up my CPU, must be the transparency).

But I'll have full size versions of these posted soon, along with the other images from last post, and a lot of extras I've been generating during tests. Even since I made these renders, I've made major strides in developing better looking implants. So much so I was actually considering scrapping the last render and spending a day making a new one. But it's a real hassle setting up a scene like this, and I figured you'd all prefer having two captions in one week again more than slightly better implant textures.

So instead, here's one of my test images, as I played around with different breast implant designs. I'd still love a real prop, as I'm pretty limited in terms of shape and color right now. But I'm getting the shaders and textures narrowed down. I can do a good approximation of a smooth and textured implant, and my latest shader test makes for a good Gelled Silicone type of implant.

Also, this sort of works as a prequel to today's caption, as Claire Kristol tries out implant sizes at the clinic before her surgery:

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, and I'll see you all again on New Year's.

- B-Rex

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, everybody!!

As promised, here's an assortment of my new Daz renders. I started working on a Black Widow render, just as an experiment to see how closely I could come to matching the live-action version. 

And it turned out so well, I just kept working and came up with this whole little sequence. I wanted to caption it all, but ended up running a bit low on time, what with the holidays and all.

So I've put what caption text I have, but it's admittedly a little bare-bones. But I really wanted to post these as a Christmas present for you all, so hopefully the artwork will make up for a simplistic caption.

I spent ages making these renders, and I'm quite happy with how they've turned out. These are just a fraction of what I ended up making, but most have lighting errors or clothing tearing or other problems. Still, I have several alternatives, and other renders, and I'll be posting them and full-size versions of these pictures on the Patreon. The full size pics are over 5mb each, and about double the resolution of these.

Please let me know what you think of all this, particularly the artwork. I'm lacking a lot of props I need, and so far I'm pretty much stuck with breast expansion themes, as I can't do much else just yet.

I'll try to get a proper cap up before the weekend, time permitting. I've had a few ideas for a sequel/continuation to Bride and Prejudice, so it'll probably be that.

And other than that, I want to wish you all a very merry Christmas. :-)

- B-Rex

"No offense doc, but how sure are you that this will work? I've seen what happens when these 'mad scientist' experiments turn out... badly." Natasha eyed the woman cautiously.

Doctor Benz smiled back at the government assassin-turned-superheroine. "As sure as we can be. We've had great results from our primate testing, but you are technically the first human subject. So there may be some unforeseen side-effects. Naturally, we'd prefer to test it more, but the nanites cost a fortune, and even Stark Industries has its limits. Our funding is nearly dry; if we weren't so far along already, I doubt Mr. Stark would've signed off on this test."

She tapped the syringe, carefully pushing any air from the needle, but not allowing even a drop of the precious liquid inside to escape.

"Well, if this works as well as expected, I'm sure Tony will be happy to expand your funding for more complete trials," Natasha offered. "If he doesn't, I'll have a little... chat with him."

"Thank you, Miss Romanov. This technology has far more applications than just helping you heroes, of course. We could save millions of lives. The enhanced healing ability alone...." Doctor Benz paused, then frowned. "Hmm... I'm going to need access to an artery."

Natasha forced a smile to her lips; she'd been trying to work on her people skills lately.

"Romanoff, actually, but call me Nat. And sorry about the uniform. I'd have changed into something more convenient, but something came up at the last moment at work... well, that's classified. Just pull my glove down a bit, and don't worry about bandages or whatever."

"Ah, thank you, Nat." She slipped the tight, Spectra-enhanced glove down the agent's muscular arm, and quickly found a suitable artery. "Now, this will sting...."

The doctor emptied the syringe into the SHIELD agent's exposed arm and hastily slid her glove back in place.

Natasha fought back an urge to rub the fresh wound. The injection had stung quite a bit, actually, as the thick sugary fluid entered her bloodstream, billions of microscopic robots carried along with it.

A warming sensation slowly ran up her arm from the injection site, spreading across her upper chest.

"Any discomfort?" Natasha shook her head. "Good. Well, the full effects of the nanites will take about six hours to develop, but you should start to see an effect within the next few minutes. Assuming they work at all, of course."

Natasha sighed, waiting, and increasingly ignoring the heat building in her chest. "What sort of effects should I expect, Tony--er, Mr. Stark, wasn't exactly clear on the details."

Which wasn't exactly true; he'd explained, but she'd understood only one in every five words. He was on a real 'I'm smarter than everyone' bent lately, even by his standards. Natasha suspected he wasn't getting it from Pepper the last few weeks, and all that pent up energy was going to his head.

"Well, our research is built on the little data left from the original Super Soldier Formula project, plus a lot of genetic engineering from certain... extraordinary individuals." Doctor Benz frowned. "Sorry, we don't really like to use the M-word here."

"M-word...? Oh, you mean mutants."

"Uh, yes. Some, uh, extraordinary individuals have mutations that mirror similar aspects of the original Super Soldier effects, namely enhanced strength, stamina, speed, muscle-memory development, and most importantly, significantly faster than normal healing factors. If the nanites work as expected, you'll see an all-around improvement in physical strength and endurance, and will be able to rapidly recover from all but the most traumatic injuries."

Natasha nodded, not letting her emotions show on her face. Truth was, she's was actually ecstatic at the idea. For once she'd be truly super in abilities, not just an assassin with some guns and advanced tech, but finally a real, useful member of the team. Maybe not up to Cap's standards, but--

Her thoughts were interrupted by a strange sensation. Her uniform, already snug, was suddenly becoming tight. For a moment she wondered if she'd had too large a lunch before going to the Stark labs.

That theory fell aside quickly. Her suit squeaked, straining across her chest. Natasha reached up, gingerly hefting her breast. It was huge! "What the--"

*ZIPPP!!*

With a sudden explosive release, her uniform zipper tore open, nearly sending her breasts erupting free. "FUCK!!!"

She grabbed her chest frantically, as her suit continued to slip free of her suddenly massive mammaries.

Desperately, she clutched the edges of her suit, trying in vain to pull the bullet-proof material back over her breasts. A fight that quickly turned into a battle to simple prevent the suit pulling even farther apart, as her chest continued to swell before her very eyes.

"What the fuck did you do?!" she roared, anger rapidly replacing her initial shock. Instantly, a hundred scenarios ran through her mind; the doctor was an enemy agent, maybe a leftover Hydra saboteur trying to take her out.

But the doctor looked as startled as she had been. "I don't... this, this shouldn't--"

"Do something!!" Natasha demanded, gritting her teeth as her grip tightened. The pressure was building rapidly; her breasts were pushing the suit beyond its limits to stretch. Any moment now it would give way.

Suddenly her fingers slipped free, losing her grip. Instantly her top exploded open, the zipper shooting southward, fully unzipping her suit.

Her breasts bobbed out before her, already impossibly massive and heavy.  Their bigger than my head!!?!!

Doctor Benz gasped, staring at the agent's rapidly inflating chest, then down at her empty syringe. Then at her tray, with the other, virtually identical syringe, still full.

"Oh shit, I... I must've used the wrong syringe!"

"WHAT?! How could you-- Oh, fuck, what did you inject me with you bitch!!" Natasha gasped in rage as her breasts continued to expand out of control.

"Mr. Stark called just before your appointment, he wanted me to prepare an injection for our other project."

Natasha struggled futilely to pull her inadequate top over her titanic tits. "What project!?!"

"Our program to end world hunger..."

"What the hell does that have to do with making my tits fucking mountains!?!"

Doctor Benz bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes away from the assassin's expanding assets. "Well, mostly we were programming a nanite swarm... to enhance dairy cattle production. By two-thousand percent."

"WHAT!!?!!"

And that's it. Sadly, I don't have a good prop for making a proper lactation render yet. So you'll have to use your imagination, I'm afraid.

- B-Rex

His Wife's Daughter

Hello all! In lieu of a caption this post, I'm posting a short Work-in-Progress story I posted a few weeks ago on my Patreon. This started out as an attempt to write a sequel to my recent 'Stepmother Knows Best' captions, but ended up going a very different direction.

I've also posted another WIP story on the Patreon, based on my 'Thank You for Staring' mind-control story on Humbled Harlots. This is a bit longer, and will be an ebook when I finish it.

I'm sorry I don't seem as productive lately as I was a few weeks ago; I'm spending a lot of time learning my around Daz Studio. I've actually made a lot of artwork this last two weeks. I'll be posting more full-size examples on the Patreon shortly, but I'm still rendering a few pics right this moment (it takes between 1 and 2 hours to render each image), and having to reject about 90% due to lighting issues.

Here's a recent pic of my Kahri Burdens character, this time with better armor, a new background, and yet-to-be-inflated tits:

In particular, I've been trying to make some Black Widow 3-D images for some caption ideas I have, and I'm quite pleased with how they are coming out:

This is a test image, attempting to recreate this morph I used for my last Black Widow caption:

Thankfully, I've got a much better outfit now (the one in the test image is for a different model, and glitches out just below where I cropped the image), but you'll have to wait for when I post those images. Which won't be very long now, I promise.

I've also finally put up a zipped file of my Prank War Saga captions on Patreon for those of you EZ Pledges; over 150 captions!

Anyway, now that all that is done with, let's get to today's story. As always, just hit the "Read More". A final huge thanks to everyone for being patient with me, and please let me know what you think of this story and my artwork.

- B-Rex

Revenge By The Gallon

Hello all! After the warm reception of the last post, I wanted to finish a few other transgender-themed captions, and worked on an old idea along similar lines as last week's caption. But I'm not entirely happy with it, I've got too many ideas for how to set things up and I might need to further photoshop the picture as well.

So instead I went back to another old cap idea of mine. However, since I changed computers, my galleries of potential caption pictures are a totally disorganized mess. And I've had a very difficult time trying to find the picture I intended today's caption for. I finally found it a few minutes ago. Otherwise I'd have had it posted much earlier. I hope no one minds too much.

And just because I have it, here's an unfinished extra caption. I don't have a picture for this at all, unfortunately.

"Wait, this isn't the mall? Where—what the hell is this place?" Cindi gasped at the driver, staring up at the strange building. Her planned shopping trip was clearly not going to plan.

She suddenly wished she'd paid more attention during the drive, maybe then she'd have a clue as to where she was. None of the local landmarks looked familiar. The architecture was very old, all brickwork and mortar, nothing like the glass and steel of downtown. Had they crossed the entire city?

"Where I send all you dumb golddiggers, honey," her boyfriend said, suddenly stepping out from the building's front door. Despite the insults, his tone was oddly conversational.

She could only stare at him, waiting for the punchline. But none came.

“What are you talking about? What is this place?!”

He just sighed, and nodded at the driver. Suddenly her arms were grabbed from behind, as a pair of young women exited the door, and approached her, quickly taking over for the driver. “Wait, let go of me you bitches!!”

“Welcome to your new home, Cindi,” her rich boyfriend said, as the girls manhandled her towards the door. “They call this place The Convent, but that's not really appropriate. There's nothing religious about this place; it's really more of a reformatory. I send all my ex-girlfriends here, once they out themselves as the golddigging bitches they really are.”

"You can't make me stay here?!" She hated that it came out as more a question, than a declaration. "I refuse to be treated this way!"

But he was already entering the limo. The driver gave her the slightest of glances, before shutting the door and driving his boss away. Cindi could only stare, shocked at the suddenness of her new situation, as the prefects dragged her into the Convent entrance.

***

The matron sat down, as the prefects ripped the new student's clothes off. As per the usual procedure, they bent the buxom blonde over the matron's desk, nude and waiting her punishment.

“I understand you called these young women 'bitches', Miss Reynolds,” the matron stated, matter of factly. “I assure you, such language will not be tolerated.”

“Fuck you bitch!!!” Cindi screamed, kicking frantically as the young women continued holding her in place, unable to lift herself from the desktop. She gasped as the matron pulled a switch from its holder on the wall. “What are-- hey, hey!! If you so much as touch me with that, I'll sue you all into--”

And the spanking began in earnest.

Ten minutes of kicking, screaming, and then sputtering followed, before finally the matron was satisfied. The girl's nude buttocks were brilliantly red, clearly not used to being punished.

The older woman pulled the girl to her feet, where she hung limply between the two prefects, her face a ruin of running mascara and spittle.

"First things first, she will need a bath. That makeup has to go, and that expensive perfume.” She glanced up and down the girl for a moment, then nodded to herself. “And that hair is unacceptable. I want a total headshave, then a waxing, top to bottom."

The prefects nodded vigorously, not daring to look anywhere but straight ahead, as they'd been taught.

The matron reached out, squeezing the new student's breasts. "And these saline-abominations are grossly inappropriate on a student. Have the surgeon remove them." She paused, as the woman gasped in horror, finally coming back to her senses. "Of course, we usually allow the students to keep a cupsize or two... but in your case, I think we'll go for total removal. In fact..."

She stared down at the frightened woman. "In fact, I think we shall have to change your introduction papers, Miss Reynolds. I don't think you will be attending us as a student after all." The woman perked up, surprised, as were the prefects. "No, I think you will be our newest cadet."

The prefects snickered, loudly. Cindi bit back a sob, then angrily choked out, "Wh-wh-what does that mean?!"

"It means, my dear, that you will be our newest male attendee, Mister Reynolds. I want his hair kept cut short from now on." She released her iron-like grip of the new cadet's breasts. "Our gym teacher will make short work of that prodigious gluteus maximus of yours, Mister Reynolds. As will your new diet plan. Dismissed!!"

Cindi stared in horror at the woman who would rule her life for the foreseeable future, as the prefects dragged her tired, limp body from the office.

- B-Rex

Bride and Prejudice

Greetings all, I have a new two-part caption for you. I would've had these up sooner, but I spent way too long trying to come up with a suitable title.

No one really mentioned if they could read the larger version caps I posted last time, so I've made these my normal 820 pixels, since the text fit well for that. As always, let me know what you think.

And a huge thanks to those of you who gave feedback on my 3-D art. I'm pretty much stuck with just making breast enlargement art at the moment, as I need to acquire a lot of additional props and models before I can start making anything else. Right now none of my models even have genitals, poor digital bastards. ;-)

- B-Rex