I'm Back At Last!

Hello everyone! I'm sorry for disappearing for so long (nearly 2 years!!!), I did not intend to go AWOL like that. I've had a lot of things come up shortly after my last post, and time just got away from me.

I wish I had a ton of new captions to post for you all, but I really haven't gotten much writing done in ages.

[I do have a short story I meant to post a few weeks ago, but I cannot find it on my hard drive (I'm certain I have it still, I just can't remember where I saved it), but I will post it when I find it again.]

In the meantime, back in January I did upload some AI pics I was making in Sora on my old Deviantart page inspired from Bodyswap25's own pic.

His and other accounts have inspired a lot of my own AI pics, as I find it good practice to try and replicate his images. I like how the images alone can tell a story, even without a caption to go with them.

Here's those pics, plus several others I never posted on Deviantart:

And some bonus pics:

Unfortunately, Sora was killed, and now I'm stuck trying to get ChatGPT to make similar pictures, which is very hit and miss. The censorship is very random and annoying to deal with. But until I can afford a better computer, I'm stuck working like this.

I hope you all enjoy the new pics, at least. I'll post more soon, so don't worry about me disappearing for years again.

- B-Rex

Guest Post: Making A Splash

Happy Humpday, everybody!

Today I have a long series of captions sent in by a Guest captioner who wants to remain anonymous. It's a dark little revenge tale, with a unique mermaid theme.

He spent some time writing these, and would very much like to hear your feedback in the comments, so please let him know what you think.

I hope everyone enjoys the Guest posting, and again, please let the author know what you think.

- B-Rex

Bet Her Not 3

Happy Friday, everyone! I'm back, finally, and with new captions!

This has been a very busy few months, but I am at last getting a little spare time again, and I've been trying to get back into writing. Today I've got a new sequel to my Bet Her Not series from last year.

Also, several weeks ago Adobeman sent me some age-regression comic-stories he's made, and said I can post them here as a guest post. But I haven't been able to figure out how to post PDFs here. I may just have to put them on my Google Drive and post links here, unless someone knows how to upload documents to blogger directly.

Anyway, enough catching up, on to the caption!

(I'd strongly recommend reading Bet Her Not 1 and Bet Her Not 2 first)

Bet Her Not 3

Ticketed 9 (Edited)

(EDIT: Sorry, in my haste to post yesterday, I ended up skipping over two sections when I was copy-pasting the texts here. I had a lot of leftover notes in my word document I was trying to avoid posting with the real caption. Anyway, I have added the missing lines back in, in bold below.

I think this is probably the source of the confusion people are mentioning in the comments. I was trying to imply that Gemma is getting revenge on Jazz for his cheating on Tabitha back when they were dating.

Hopefully this clears things up.)

Greetings, everyone! I finally got the next installment of Ticketed finished, extra long this time too.

I hope you all enjoy it, and the renders too.

“So, I could only find the bra, and I'm not sure it can stretch enou—OHMYGAWD!!”

Tabitha stopped mid-stride, eyes bugged out as she took in her ex-boyfriend's latest ordeal.

“Get me out of dis cwazy thing!!!”

She broke out laughing. “Oh, shit, I must've forgot to reverse the air pump!”

Jazz struggled to reach around his insanely oversized balloon breasts, filling the room with a chorus of squeaks as the over-stretched latex rubbed against itself.

Ticketed 8

Happy Black Friday, everyone!

I'm still dealing with some mood issues, but trying to work my way through it. This would be a lot longer and more detailed, but I really just can't focus properly. Hopefully it will still be fun for you all, though. I have a lot more stuff planned out, right up to the ending of this unexpectedly long series. But it'll be several more episodes before we get to the ending.

Thank you all for being patient with me. Usually my Vitamin D overdose fixes my seasonal depression, but this is a pretty trying year, and it seems I need a bit more. Oddly, writing actually helps, anything creative really, but it's hard to stay focused long enough to finish anything.

- B-Rex

P.S. Oh, and by the way, all of the renders I'm posting with these Ticketed posts are full-sized. They're pretty large, if you open them in a separate window. I rendered at 4K resolution, I think.

“I can't believe he destroyed his dress! One little fall, and--” Gemma made a 'ripping' noise, sighing as she dropped the ruined sequin garment. “I spent all night picking it out, too.”

Ticketed 7

 Greetings all and happy Friday.

I've missed a few posts of late, so I wanted to give you all an extra long entry to try and make up for it. This is about 3,000 words long, 8-10 pages. I spent way longer than I'd like to admit on the renders for this, especially the first one, but I'm pleased with how it all turned out. Might replace the first one with a sharper, smaller version once it finishes rendering tomorrow.

I really hope you all enjoy this installment, and don't worry, I've got more coming. I decided to end on a cliffhanger, but I've got more written for the next scene.

- B-Rex

Ticketed 7: Raiders of Jazz's Temple

Being a booth bimbo was even worse than he'd feared.

Happily Never After: Belle's Hell

Happy Saturday, everyone! 

Figured everyone was a bit burned out on transgender caps, so worked on this for a change of pace. Haven't done much magic transformations in a while, I think.

This was a weird idea I had ages ago, part of a planned-but-never-completed Disney Princess themed series of captions; all sorts of fractured fairy tales with bad endings for the lovely ladies. If there's interest in some more, I'll try to work on a few others.

If there does happen to be interest, any preferences for which Princesses need a happily never after fate?

- B-Rex

Belle's Hell

"Wha-at-is happ-un-ing too meee....?"

"Isn't it obvious, dear? You're becoming as wooden as your acting!" Lumiere chuckled, as the bratty actress's visage solidified.

Belle's immense dress warped around her legs, ballooning out even more than normal. Even as he watched, the already gaudily yellow fabric became even brighter as an almost metallic sheen spread across the yards of expensive cloth.

“Lu-me-aaaairrr!?!” Belle gasped, struggling to stand up as the rapidly transforming dress pulled her down, the fabric tinging strangely against the floor. “Wha-att diiid youuudootoomee?! Whyy?! I saaavved youuuu!”

The palace host smiled down at the woman, beyond pleased with his revenge. It was going far better than he'd dared hoped!

Ticketed 6

Happy Friday, everybody. Sorry I haven't been posting much lately, still dealing with health and family issues unfortunately.

And I've sort of gotten roped into a third job to help a family member's contractor business, which has eaten up more of my usual writing time. It should be a temporary situation, but they needed the help and I'm the only person in the family who knows how to work with spreadsheet programs apparently.

Anyway, here's another addition to the Ticketed series. I've got more finished than this, but I'm having to redo some of my renders (some of which were posted on the Patreon a few weeks back) because some of the story details have changed since I made them.

I'll try to get more posted up soon, and not get bogged down with my other work for two solid weeks again. I've got some big plot arcs I really want to get to. ;-)

- B-Rex

Ticketed 6

“Oh gawd, dis if fo embawasswing!” Hugh Jazz Mofo exclaimed at his reflection.

He licked his lips, wincing slightly. The collagen injections hadn't hurt as much as he'd expected, but three hours later, his lips were becoming quite sore.

He hoped his annoying lisp went away once they healed, but he had a suspicion it'd be weeks before they shrank enough for him to stop sounding like an idiot. His tongue stud had taken nearly a month to get used to, after all.

Turning awkwardly in the small hotel bathroom, he stared at his chest in the mirror over the sink, and started to let go of his latest humiliating addition: a pair of gigantic silicone boobs.

“Ad weast dey awn't weal fake bewbs,” he tried to reassure himself, quickly regaining his grip on the pair. They were shockingly heavy, and the glue that attached them to his chest made it painful to not support them. He sighed.

Bet Her Not 2

Well, the last post went over well with folks, so here's a continuance. I really hadn't planned for further adventures of Miss Wiffeneye, but I think this little chapter came out quite well.

Thanks to all who left comments on the last post. I appreciate the effort, and enjoy reading what you all think. Hopefully this sequel goes as well.

- B-Rex

Demoted

Happy Saturday, everybody!

I'm glad you all enjoyed last week's return of the Midnight Surgeon. I'm working on a sequel, and have nearly finished the morph I need, so hopefully it'll be posted soon.

The caption contest should be up in a day or two, I'm still picking out pictures (and hopefully finishing a few morphs to add of my own petgirls). I'm thinking of changing the rules slightly from previous contests. In the past I've allowed pretty much anything that touches on the main theme, but I'm thinking this time all of the petgirl captions will fit a particular setting/plot. Basically I want my rich surgeon character, David Vance from my story "Melons", to be showing off his menagerie of surgically altered pets, with each caption focusing on a particular girl.

I'm also working on Ro-Sham-Bimbo 3 still. I'm on the last round/ending now, and assuming I can keep my muse working, I hope to have it finished very soon. I thought I'd be able to finish it last week, but I got stuck on a part and couldn't resolve it. I think I'm past that now, though.

Not sure what to do for the cover image either. I can go with a normal stock photo like I've done for my other ebooks, but now that I'm getting halfway decent with 3D renders, I'm tempted to go that route. Though it might give away one of the transformations....

Despite not getting much writing done, I did manage to finish several photo-manipulations, some of which I've posted on my deviantart page and on discord. Would people be interested in seeing a post of just the morphs, or should I just save them for future captions? Several are doll-transformation morphs like the last post and 'She's a Real Doll', as well as some futa morphs (and one reverse futa morph, if that makes sense).

Anyway, enough of all that, here's today's caption:

Hope you all enjoy it, and please let me know what you think about the more detailed theme for the contest.

- B-Rex

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.

Interview With A Sissy

So, this one will need a little explanation. About 6 years ago (early 2014, I think) I started this caption as a contest entry for Wes Mantooth's first caption contest on his blog, Interracial Sissy Captions. I never finished it, obviously, but the idea has been percolating in my head ever since.

As you'd expect, after all that time, I've had a fair number of different ideas for when I finally felt like finishing the caption. I've ended up writing two entirely separate versions, so I'm posting one version here and I'll post the other version on the Patreon (I think the version here is probably the better of the two).

I'd recommend reading some of Wes' old captions first, as this was written to be sort-of in the same vein as his, though I didn't use any of his original characters.

- B-Rex

What Are Friends For

Greetings everyone. Here's a quick little mind-control story for you all. Afraid the picture is merely to set the mood, but hopefully you'll enjoy the story anyway.

“What the fuck did you do to her!?!”

“Her who?”

“Damnit, you know who! What did you do to my mom!?!”

“Hey, you're the one who asked me to hypnotize her. I did, and it worked, she totally forgot about that DUI you got last month. And the bail money you owe her. What's the problem?”

“The problem?! She just got a fucking BOOBJOB, that's the fucking problem!”

“Oh, yeah, that. So, I might have added a few other suggestions while she was tranced out. So what? Hey, how do they look?”

“WHAT?! She's my mom, you bastard, how can you even—oh, fuck it! I'm going to fucking kill you!!”

“You could, but then who's going to stop her?”

“Stop her from what?! What else did you do to her?!”

“Oh, nothing really, I just thought she could do with a little more fun in her life. I mean, your parents divorced like three years ago, and I bet she hasn't been laid once since then. And she's a hot piece of ass, even before she got her tits inflated.”

“DUDE, what the fuck?! She's my mom, don't talk about her like that!”

“Okay, okay. But you know it's true. Anyway, I planted a few other little suggestions in that head of hers while she was under. Now that her tits are done, the rest should be triggering any moment now. She's about to become the perfect little MILF, with a real appetite for teenage cock. And I'm the only one who knows her control phrase, and can turn her back to normal.”

“You fucking bastard! I'm going to beat your ass!! Tell me her control word or whatever, or I swear--”

“Fine, fine. It's 'Purple Banana', okay?”

“Purple Banana. You sure?”

“Of course I'm sure, man. Just say 'Purple Banana' and she'll totally go back into trance. Then you can turn off my suggestions.”

“Fine. But this isn't over. If something happens to her, I'm going to--”

“Oh, wait, that's her control phrase to start sucking cock. You probably shouldn't tell her that--”

“WHAT?!”

“Sorry, I think her phrase was 'Silver Surprise'... no, wait, that's her trigger for shoving her vibrator up her a--”

“DUDE!!!?!!”

“Sorry, I use a lot of triggers. Hey, tell you what?”

“What!?! Man, I'm going to beat the shit out of you for thi--”

“Momma's Boy.”

“...Wow, man, I feel... I feel... weird, man.”

“That's totally normal, Momma's Boy.”

“Woah... what's... happening... Dude, why am I here?”

“You came over to brag about your mom's hot new titties, remember?”

“What?... Oh, yeah, right.... Mom's new tits.... Hey, man, I know this'll sound totally fucking creepy and all, but... do you think you could, ya know, hypnotize my mom again? I mean, can she handle taking those pills again so soon?”

“Oh, no problem man. I left a phrase behind last time, so I can put her back into a trance any time I want. No need to drug her at dinner or anything like last month. I just need a few moments alone with her and she'll be right back in a trance. Then I can pump her little head full of whatever you want in there.”

“Cool... So... So, can you hypnotize her to... let you fuck her?”

“What?! Dude, you want me to fuck your mom?!”

“No!!... Well... I mean... yeah. Look man, she's got huge tits now, and I know you've had the hots for her since middle school, at least. And if not you, then who knows who she's going to start fucking? I'm going to college next fall, I don't want to come home every weekend just to find she's banging some weird asshole boyfriend. Some old banker guy probably. Fuck, he'll probably want to pretend to be my new dad or something. That'd be so fucking annoying... Oh, come on dude, you totally owe me.”

“Owe you? I already made her forget that DUI, remember?”

“Okay, fine. Here, I'll pay you, two-hundred bucks this time, alright?”

“Well... okay, I guess.”

“And then you'll hypnotize her to fuck you, right?”

“Yes. But you swear you won't be freaked out or anything? I mean, this isn't going to get weird, right? I don't want this to get between us. Not like that bitch Angela last year, she almost ruined our friendship.”

“Are you kidding? Bros before hos, man, all the way! Ain't no bitch coming between us.”

“Even if that bitch is your mother?”

“Hey, watch your mouth! And no. Hell, you'll be doing me a favor. You'll keep her happy and busy, and I don't have to worry about some dumbass stranger in my house when I'm not around. Win, win.”

“Well, since I have your blessing and all. No hard feelings over making your mom get her tits inflated without asking you first?”

“Nah, man. Just don't make her do anything weird, like get tattoos or start making porn films on the side, or something. She's still my mom, you know.”

“No worries, dude. You're mom's in good hands.”

“Thanks man, you're a real lifesaver.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

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