Flu and short story

Edit: Apparently a picture didn't load properly, so I've added it. Sorry I didn't notice earlier.

I'm sick with flu, and laid up in bed for the time being. Should be at least several more days before I'm on the mend, according to my doctor. No that new Chinese bat virus, just a late flu bug.

Since I'm not really able to stay upright very long, let alone in a mood for writing sexy things at the moment, I can't really finish anything for you. But I still want to post something, so here's a short fantasy story I wrote some months ago. Meant to give it a rewrite, expand it a bit, but better something than nothing.

See you when I feel better,

- B-Rex

Nara Axehands pushed the door to the inn open, growling under her breath. The thrice-damned city guard at the gate had demanded half her gold just to enter the city after dark, the greedy bastard.

She glanced around the inn, her nose wrinkling at the smell of cheap, sour beer and unwashed bodies. Still, at least the fire was warm, and hints of fresh food wafted over the fouler smells.

"Welcome to the Puckered Rump, stranger," called out the innkeeper. Nara shut the door, not acknowledging the woman. "Perhaps you are wondering about the name? Well, it's a long stor--"

"I don't care. Give me a mead, and something warm, with meat in it."

The woman paused, frowned at being interrupted, but finally shrugged. "Suit yourself, stranger. We've fresh beef stew and the finest mead in all--"

"Whatever." Nara tossed a gold coin at the woman, and headed to the benches around the large, open fire pit.

She sat down carefully, the clinking of her armor drawing glances. She slid off her boots, grimacing at the blisters showing through her ruined footwrappings. She'd need to buy some real socks before she left the city again.

The wet wraps were tossed to the flames with a sigh, then she set about searching for a healer's potion in her bags. Just when she despaired of finding one, she found a final small bottle hiding away in the folds of the leather bag, and quickly poured it over her feet.

"Ooooh," she moaned, as her feet healed rapidly. The fumes of potion rose up with the hot air and disappeared out the inn's chimney.

Nara waited a few minutes, until everyone's attention had returned to their own affairs. Her fingers closed on the buckles holding her chest piece in place. She really, really didn't want to take it off, not here. But she was soaked from the rain that had followed her down the mountain, and if she didn't get the heavy, wet armor off soon, she'd be sicker than mere potions could deal with. Already she was feeling a cold coming on.

"Nothin' for it," she hissed, shivering as she pulled the leather straps through the buckle. Aside from the fire, the inn was quite dark. "Maybe no one will notice?"

The heavy chainmail and studded leather slid free of her shoulders. She dropped the armor chest piece heavily onto the bench beside her and sighed in relief, stretching her back.

Instantly, the loud, boisterous crowd fell silent.

"Great Monzarkh! Look'et those!!"

Nara winced at the man's profane outburst. Damnit!!

She looked down, her large, full breasts pushing out, straining the thin undershirt. Her bosom had always been on the large size, but normally her breasts only drew stares when she went out of her way to draw attention to them.

Or, at least, they had, until recently.

"That damn mage," she hissed, instinctively drawing her arms over her chest. But the effort had no effect. Everyone in the room was already ogling her breasts.

She'd encountered the mage a few weeks earlier, after clearing a mine of a small gang of bandits. It had been easy enough work, none of the thieves and highwaymen were skilled enough to challenge her axeplay, and she'd gotten a surprising amount of gold and silver from the gang. They'd clearly been quite successful, despite their lack of talent.

Only as the last thief fell to her blade, did she learn why they had been so successful. Pulling her axe from his split skull, she'd turned to leave the maze-like abandoned mine, and nearly ran headlong into the gang's mage.

The man was young, no more than a novice if even that, practically untrained.

And yet, the young man hadn't been afraid, even despite her obvious prowess with the bloody axe in her grip. In fact, he had been downright cocky, smirking knowingly at her as he readied his first spell. She charged at him, axe raised for another killing blow, as the man fired his spell... at himself!?

Three blowjobs, a titjob, and a solid hour of anal later, and she knew why the bastard was so damn cocky.

Back in the inn, Nara Axehands stood up, holding her hands out at the approaching crowd of half-drunk men. "Okay boys, let's be reasonable--oohmphh!!"

She gasped as she stepped backwards, forgetting the bench and toppling over in a heap.

The first of the men was on her before she could scramble back to her feet, driving his hands into her heaving bosom. "Fuck!! Not again!!!"

Another pair of hands was on her a second later, followed by another and another, all squeezing and groping at her breasts. She pushed against the horde, kicking one of the men back. It proved a mistake, as the only result was a loud tearing sound as the man's hands took her top with him.

Her now bare breasts bounced once, before the men renewed their groping with even more vigor.

The mage had known exactly one spell. She had been taken by surprise when, instead of firing his spell at her, he shot the ball of blue light at himself. Or, more specifically, at his groin. He pulled the straps holding his tattered robes closed, just as she began to swing her axe.

The instant her eyes fell upon his raging erection, the axe had dropped harmlessly from her hands....

"Get off me!!" Nara growled, frantically pushing at the horde of drunks manhandling her bosom. But her efforts were pointless. She caught the eye of the innkeeper. "Help me, dammit!!"

"Slut, showing off her chest like that! Getting what she deserves, you ask me," muttered the innkeeper, wiping a mug clean and ignoring her.

"FUCK!!"

The mage's shockingly powerful charisma charm had started to wear off after several hours of sex. He had just started to ramp up his power for another blast, when she had finally come back to her senses and shoved a dagger into the man's chest.

Taken by surprise, he had died almost instantly, but in his last death throes, he had grabbed frantically onto her breasts, releasing his entire magical charge in one blast.

She'd always known mages to be most dangerous when they were dying, pumping a lifetime's worth of magical potential into their final spell. Usually that meant a firecast that could melt dragon scale or a frostblast that could shatter obsidian.

But she had never even heard of a charisma charm pushed to it's maximum potency. Until now, she'd never even thought what effect such a charm could have.

And now all that magical charisma power was residing inside her breasts, the mage's last laugh in death.

The Nanny Job

Well, I was planning to post this short story on the Patreon, but on further thought, decided it would be just as well to post it here instead. Though I did upload some new 3D artwork.

Anyway, this is not a finished story, and it's really only about as long as a typical caption. It's really just a setup to a transgender story I started last year, which I think was intended to be a transgenderified version of The Nanny (the old sitcom) but I can't really remember where I was going with it all.

Still I hate to waste it, so consider this a sneak peak into my weird collection of unfinished story ideas.

- B-Rex

And since I don't have any good pictures for this to caption, here's an upcoming picture from my Laura Krauff artwork, of Jenni Juggs the bimbofied djinn.

"Oh, who's the stud cleaning your pool?"

Martin hated the words the instant they left his collagen-enhanced lips, but the interview was getting to the weaker portion of his cover, and he needed the distraction. If only he could get his lilting voice in check, though. A few more weeks of vocal practice and he'd have had it down, but there just wasn't enough time.

Mr. Chesterton looked up from the job application. "Hmm, what? I don't have a pool clean-- Oh, you must mean Johnny, my son." Martin blinked, looking back at the young man running a net through the Olympic-sized pool. The man must've been in his twenties. "Yes, he's been looking to earn a little extra allowance this summer, so I've let him do some of the grounds keeping chores."

"He's... older than I expected," Martin said, his altered vocal cords adding a lustful tinge to the words he hadn't intended. "From your advertisement, I thought I'd be expected to tutor and chaperone your son to and from school."

The rich widow nodded, a sadness covering his face. "Yes, he was forced to miss several years of schooling when he was younger, from the rehab after the... the... accident." The man ran a finger over his worn wedding ring, and Martin suddenly understood. "He's in perfect health now, of course, but he has been quite behind the other students his age. He's starting his Senior year this fall, thankfully. Part of your tasks will include driving him to the school and tutoring him in Math, as that's his worst subject."

Martin nodded, then said, "Oh, Mister Chesterton, does that mean I've got the job after all?"

He hated the way his surgically-altered larynx turned the perfectly normal sentence into a seductive coo, but it was too late to worry about that. He did wish he hadn't argued with the doctors, demanding they tighten his vocal cords more than their original recommendations. He'd just been worried he'd end up sounding too much like his old male self. Now he sounded like a sexed up teenager, not the adult woman he was meant to appear.

"Why yes, it does indeed." The forty-something old man smiled back at the buxom faux-woman, seemingly oblivious to his new employee's inner turmoil. He held out his hand, grasping Martin's fingers delicately. "Welcome to my home, Miss Merriam. We'll just finish the paperwork and then I'll show you to your room."

Martin let out a sigh of relief. Finally! 

The interview had taken over an hour, and the widow's questions had been getting far too deep into his carefully constructed false background. Another few questions about his fake hometown, and he'd have surely let the cat out of the bag.

The conman kept his reaction to a minimum, however, instead planting a smile over his thickened lips as his new employer placed an employment contract on the desk. He signed it quickly, but carefully, keeping his script fine and feminine just as he'd practiced. The man added his own signature, and with that, Amanda Merriam was officially the Chesterton Family nanny.

The news of the son's older age was actually a God-send, Martin reflected, following his new boss out of the office and down the mansion's corridors to see the quarters he'd be living in for the foreseeable future. From the man's advertisement, he'd thoroughly expected to have to take care of a younger child, possibly even changing diapers and the like. But a healthy twenty year old was going to be far less hassle.

Which will leave me that much more time to work on seducing the widow, Martin thought, grinning as the older man gave him a tour of his new suite. He mentally recalculated his plan; this new development could probably shave another few months off, easy.

The plan had been a bit harebrained when it first came to Martin, but he had been desperate, and so far everything was going much better than he'd ever dared hope. Originally he'd planned to spend a few months seducing the rich widow, marrying the man, and then divorcing him at the earliest opportunity, taking half of the man's multi-billion dollar estate in the process.

But while recuperating from the half-dozen surgeries that had transformed him into a very convincing woman, the thirty-year-old conman had seen the advertisement for a nanny at the Chesterton mansion. He'd instantly applied, knowing it would give him his best shot of getting close to the widow. Living under the same roof, he'd have far more opportunity to catch the man's eye, than he'd ever have had trying to compete with the other real women at charity balls and the local country club.

Now that he had the job officially, it would be only a matter of weeks before he had the insanely rich man wrapped around his finger. And thanks to the widow's strong Catholic upbringing, Martin even had the perfect excuse to avoid trying out his new surgically-built pussy.

At least until the honeymoon, he added, grimacing at the thought. Still, I'll deal with that bridge when I come to it. If my luck continues to hold out this well, I might be able to avoid EVER having sex with the rich bastard. And once I'm divorced and my bank accounts are full, it's just one quick stop back in Thailand, and I'll have my cock back in place and these ridiculous tits off my chest. Nothing can stop me now!

Stepmother Knows Best 3

Happy Humpday, everybody!

Finished this one yesterday, but have been trying to get a new router set up the last several days, and couldn't stay online long enough to get it posted. Sorry it took so long to get back to this series, had a lot of other stuff in the pipeline in front of it.

Hope you all enjoy the new sequel, and it lives up to expectations. I know some people have been waiting for it for awhile now.

I've also got some other captions mostly finished and should have them posted here shortly. And I have some extra stuff to post on the Patreon page, including more 3D artwork and a transgender-themed story I started writing ages ago and never finished.

- B-Rex

Lavender

Greetings all, happy Valentine's Day. Just a quick little caption for you today, but I've got some more stuff coming soon. Oh, and I posted a short on the bdsmlr page, in case you missed it.

- B-Rex

Payment Plan

Here's a quick caption for the end of the week. Just a little unaware mind control fun.

I've been working on several other projects all week, and as of today, I think I've finished all the Daz images I need to finish my Laura Krauff story, hopefully I can get that written by next week. I've been doing a separate subplot for Jenni the former genie, as well.

Oh, and I missed it last week, but we've broken 9 million views! Amazing!

- B-Rex

Laura Krauff and the Golden Lifeline

Greetings all, this started out as an attempt to make a new cover for my old Laura Krauff ebook, and ended up growing into this little tale. I'm afraid it doesn't really have much of an ending, as I really didn't intend writing any caption for these pictures, but it just sort of happened.

I'd strongly recommend you read the book first, if you haven't, as this will spoil it. I'd originally meant to just post this on the Patreon, but everything else I've been working on this week just didn't pan out, and it ended up being much longer than I initially thought it would be. Warning, it does end a bit abruptly, though I have some more pics finished that would continue things.

As always, I hope you enjoy today's post, and please let me know what you think of it (and the artwork).

- B-Rex