Extreme

Greetings all! Here's a quick caption with a game show theme.

I've been working on RSB3 now that I'm feeling a bit better (I'm thinking of posting some of it on the Patreon, the early parts that are more edited), hence the game show topic of today's caption.

I've also got most of the next Ticketed installment finished, so should have that posted here soon too.

Finally, I've been testing out some ideas for rendering, learning how to add God Rays (the beams of light you see in dusty rooms) and such. Thought I'd try to might make for a new cover image for my old Laura Krauff ebook, and as usual with me, ended up making a new bad ending for her.

Hope you all enjoy the new work, hopefully I'll have more coming soon. And a big thanks to all of you who have sent me well wishes and advice about blood pressure issues.

- B-Rex

Kat's Kitties

Hello all, seems I'm in a transgender mood at the moment. I actually wrote this caption several days ago, and I think I posted the full-size morph a few weeks back.

But I'm not really entirely happy with the setup, which is why I held it back a few days. I'm certain my original idea was better, but I just can't seem to find it anywhere in my notes. So I'm just going to post this, and if I finally remember my old idea, I'll make a new caption to this image. Hopefully no one will be too bothered.

This was sort of going to be the morph/image for a follow-up caption, but obviously this cap went a totally different direction than my old plans. Still, for those who like my faked tattoo morphs:

Also, I've been working in Daz some more, trying to figure out the Face Transfer feature. The idea is that you let the program try to replicate a face from a picture, and put that on your model. Seems to work surprisingly well, if you can find a suitable picture to work from.

This is render is meant to be Taylor Wane, who appears in many of my old Tessa's Nightmare captions.

The initial real-life picture.

And the face-transfer render. Came out pretty well, I think.

Sadly, my plans to create a cadre of pornstar models I can arrange as I want hasn't really worked out just yet. I need to find the right images to work off of, I guess. But I'm still hopeful.

Unfortunately, pornstars seem to refuse to look straight on at the camera and always have huge eyelashes and their mouths open, which utterly ruins the transfer. Some of the results are down right horror movie material, or they look decent, until I try to render them, then they don't look right at all.

Anyway, I've got another caption written, based on a superheroine idea I've had for ages and finally started working on this week. However, it's the first of a series, and I can't decide if I should just post it or wait and post the whole series together. And I'm still trying to decide if I should make renders for the rest of the images or use real models (it's hard to find superhero pics that fit my ideas). I've got two nice images to start out with, but finding a suitable picture for the rest will be tricky.

Finally, I started working on some Daz renders for fun a few weeks back, sort of inspired by the old 'Our Story Thus Far' comic one-offs by Mr. X. Basically these would be "Bad Endings" for various characters, their fates after a mission gone wrong.

These renders of Laura Krauff's bad end got ruined by the power going out and I lost the scene except for these two partially finished renders. The full one I was working on was a redo of the second image but with rope bondage and a whole crowd of snobbily-dressed gawkers pointing and laughing at the tomb robber as they sipped their drinks.

I'm still a bit annoyed the power cut out.

I've got a fair few other bad endings finished for Black Widow, themed around the secret agent being sent to capture the Midnight Surgeon, and things not ending well for her. I'll post those on the Patreon shortly, for those of you who are members there.

I sadly don't really have any captions written for any of these, though, they're more just me practicing techniques. But hopefully they'll inspire some of you.

- B-Rex

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

Not-So Widow Anymore

As promised, a new Black Widow caption for you all. Hopefully this goes down as well as the previous one from last month.

And yes, despite the title, this is not a sequel to that earlier caption.

My apologies for the bad pun.

Sorry.

This is actually a picture from my Superheroine Caption Contest, finally used to make a caption of my own. I find I really like making these sort of caps, so maybe I'll make some more superheroine content in the near future. I've got a great picture for a Hulk and Black Widow cap, if I can think of a fun premise....

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this one, and as before, I've been posting some extra captions on the bdsmlr blog as well, one a bit of leftover text from my 'A Real Dumbass' caption a few months back. I posted some of the extra ideas on the Patreon when I posted the original cap, but this is some other ideas (which Arcadia Berger actually guessed at in the comments).

- B-Rex

My version of Pacific Rim would be way more fun....

Hello all, today's caption is rather silly and I really should probably save it for my bdsmlr page, but I've already posted a longer caption there tonight and have a few more coming.

So hopefully you'll forgive me for posting it here instead.

*****

"But, why a sex doll?" General Higgins asked the engineer, as they entered the factory floor.

Above them, the half-completed robot hung, looking more like some nightmare from a Hieronymus Bosch painting than the weapon that would hopefully save mankind.

"I already told you, we needed a human-like robot to be sure the pilot could operate it. If we used some tank-track thing, the pilot would never have been able to achieve the sort of mobility and speed required to put up a useful fight."

Higgins sighed, as she finished. He really hated engineers. "I know all that -- but why use a fucking sex doll as the model, is my question?"

She shrugged.

"Oh... well, that's quite simple really. We didn't have time to design a new shell from scratch, making a life-like robot that moves like a human body takes years to develop and the timing circuits are a nightmare to figure out."

She gestured at the huge creation above them.

"So, rather than create something new, we grabbed a working robot model that already existed and just scaled it up to the required size. And it just so happens that sex dolls are the only efficient human-like designs that exist at present. Or, at least, the only one's we could use without a major redesign."

Higgins sighed, and hoped the giant robot would be worth the hassle in the end. The aliens were sending new monsters down from their landing base on the moon every few weeks now. The military was overwhelmed, and the last attack had flattened Chicago before they had finally killed the giant alien.

"Plus, besides not having the right degree of mobility, existing military robots also don't have much spare room inside. The robots are packed full with internal sensory equipment, but since sex dolls don't need radar and satellite phone hookups, we've got plenty of room for fuel reserves and battery packs. Not to mention all the handy storage slots for missile launch tubes."

So saying, a massive missile slid by above them on the factory's ceiling cranes, headed for its new magazine inside the giant robot. Higgins flinched as the rocket slid inside.

He didn't even want to think of what it would look like when it was fired.

"But the real bonus is the external tactile sensory grid in the sex doll's skin," she continued. "Once on board and installed into the doll's artificial nervous system, the pilot will have full sensational awareness, including hot and cold, pinpoint pressure; heck, the pilot could read braille if it was printed out at the right scale."

She smiled, proudly looking up at her work. "And best of all, there's plenty of room inside the doll's head to put the pilot's brain and accompanying life support system. You'd never get that with a military robot design. The pilot will have real-time feedback being that close to the robot's eye-cameras and auditory sensors."

The old general nodded. That at least made sense, of a sort. He sighed, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.

Taking a long draw, he closed the lighter and blew out a ring of smoke, as he gazed up at the massive mechanical savior of the human race.

"I just wish we'd found a female pilot for the thing. Captain Peters is going to get one of hell of a shock when he wakes up from that coma."

*****

And, a little super-short and super-silly bonus caption:

Captain Richard "Slick" Peters sighed as the fuel tankers finally drove away from his high-heeled feet. For the hundredth time, he wished the engineers hadn't decided his breasts were the ideal place to store his new napalm reserves.

Though, he did have to admit, the flamethrower nipples had come in handy during the last few fights, and they were a damn sight better than that idiot 'Jetbooster Asshole' idea that had been floated around by the engineers.

He'd nearly broken a titanium-reinforced leg just testing the supposed jump-boost feature.

But still, he'd have preferred his new fuel tanks had come with a decent bra, at least. His robotic-back was already killing him just standing still, and his six-story heels weren't helping a bit.

*****

Whelp, hope you all enjoyed today's silly little captions. I'm working on some more transgender-themed stuff, probably later in the week, either a sequel to my 'Walking A New Beat' captions or something else, which ever I finish first.

- B-Rex