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

Slam Her

Happy Friday, everybody! And finally a second caption in one week!! 

I really should do more captions with this sort of theme, I think.

Anyway, a bit more news real quick; the captcha thing didn't seem to work, not entirely anyway, so for the time being I am not allowing anonymous accounts to leave messages. I'll switch things back in a few weeks, and see if the spam has stopped by then.

- B-Rex

Edit: I forgot to mention, I was inspired by Alyssa's recent "An Insta Story" series, and actually wrote a series of captions of my own along a similar theme of publicity stunts run amok, with a feminization direction. Fitting since I'm apparently the 'influencer' character who kicked off Alyssa's series.

I wanted to wait for Alyssa's series to end before I posted mine, to avoid stepping on any toes, and then promptly forgot all about what I'd wrote. Plus I never found suitable pictures to go with the text.

Now that Alyssa's series is finished, I think I'm going to post the text on Patreon and then when I've finished some Daz renders for it, I'll post it here as a properly illustrated series.

Hope that's of interest to you all.

Flight Plan

Happy Humpday, everybody!

Sorry for disappearing the last few weeks. A new guy I just trained quit on his second day mid-shift, and since I'm the only person who knows that position I've been forced to take up his shifts until we move to the new schedule. It's been a very annoying few weeks, and my sleep schedule has been royally messed up from swinging between shifts.

Thankfully the new schedule is starting Monday, so I should be back to normal.

I have been working on finishing up Ro-Sham-Bimbo 3 in my spare time. Things seem to be going well, though I'll need to do a fair bit of editing when I'm finally finished. I've made a lot of changes over the last few weeks, and need to make sure I didn't forget to remove some penalty effects that got wrote out during a previous edit.

Anyway, here's a very simple caption, sorry I don't have more ready for you all. This was going to be a short for the BDSMlr page, but I figure it's long enough to go here. Definitely some inspiration from Alyssa's old In-Flight Entertainment captions and story.

Sorry I couldn't really think of a snappier ending, but I might come back to this and make a sequel sometime.

She stood in the private aircraft's doorway, watching as the asshole's guests walked across the tarmac to the stairwell.

Maya Hyklubb had once been a pilot, a damned good one too, but that had been before the chauvinistic bastard bought out her small airline. She'd intended to quit, privately vowing to herself that she'd never fly that man anywhere. Sadly, she'd kept her vow, but not in the way she'd intended.

The day before she planned to resign, she'd been unceremoniously demoted by her new employer to the newly-redubbed stewardess ranking.

And her pilot's license was revoked! She was certain he was behind that too, having purchased the flight school she'd attended years before, the same school that had just decided that her education had been woefully inadequate and revoked her certification.

Needless to say, her attempts to explain the issue to potential employers fell on deaf ears, as her every job interview ended in a harsh 'don't call us, we'll call you' dismissal. There was no shortage of qualified pilots looking for work already, and without the possible legal baggage of being technically de-certified by their flight school.

To her utter disgust and disappointment, she'd had no choice but to don her new uniform and show up for work in her demoted position, and silently pray that her lawyers could settle the issues with her license soon.

Three years later, and Maya had a new name, new breasts, and a very empty bank account as her latest lawsuit fell through, again.

She also hadn't set foot off her airplane in months, per the new stewardess regulations the company had imposed. Her every waking hour was spent aboard plane, servicing guests.

She even slept in the aircraft, in a makeshift cubicle taken from some hotel in Tokyo. The plane's renovated storage compartment was filled with a dozen of the identical sleeping tubes, each reserved for a member of the flight crew.

Maya greeted her employer's latest guests one by one as they stepped aboard, and let the other stewardess see them to their seats.

She sighed as the last entered, and stared longingly out at the pavement, then at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, and she basked in the early morning rays. It was about all the sun she ever got anymore, though the tanning booth she was required to use each day in the plane's tail section kept her skin well bronzed year round, just like the stewardess handbook required.

“Ah, Miss Hyklubb, looking lovely as always I see.”

She forced herself to smile, as her employer stepped from the stairwell onto his private jet.

“Oh thank you sir, I do my best to always appear presentable,” she cooed, shoving her nearly bare chest forward. She was required to flirt at all times. “Your guests have been seated, will there be any more joining us?”

It was a standard question, and she hardly cared. His private parties aboard were always well attended, and she was certain the flight was going to be the usual nightmare they always were, as she fended off the two dozen horny, drunken guests until they landed.

“Yes, five more should be arriving shortly.”

“I'll just add them to the--” she paused, staring at the flight manifest. There were only four spaces left aboard. “Uh, sir, that's twenty-seven persons on board.”

“Ah, I see those private math lessons were money well spent, Maya,” her billionaire boss chortled.

She barely fought back a glare. The lessons had been one of his many little humiliating additions to her life. She'd graduated college on the Dean's list, yet was forced to take elementary course work taught by a teenager from a local high school near the private airport.

“Very much, sir. A few more lessons, and I'll be ready to learn subtraction,” she said, somehow managing to not add a sarcastic tone to her voice. “But sir, there are only twenty-six seats aboard. One of your guests will have to leave.”

He paused, thinking. Rich or not, he had to follow official procedure, or risk having the airline shut down for violating FDA rules. All passengers had to be seated during takeoff, no exceptions.

“That is a problem. I promised them all a hell of a party, and some of these guests are worth a lot of money, I can't afford to snub them publicly like this...” He frowned, then seemed to make up his mind. “Actually, I think I have a solution. Maya, you'll give up your seat to one of my guests. You don't have a problem with that, do you?”

Her heart leaped. He was going to have her leave the flight?! For the first time in years, she'd be allowed to leave, to walk outside the confines of her aluminum and chrome prison?!

“Absolutely not, sir!” she answered, a little too loudly.

“Wonderful, then it's settled,” he said. She turned to wave the airport crew back, as they pushed the stairwell away from the aircraft. “You'll spend the flight sitting on my lap.”

She stopped, hand frozen mid-wave. He just smirked, and pulled the jet's door closed on her hopes.

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

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

Just A Suggestion (finished)

Happy Humpday, everybody! This is a finished version of the caption I posted two weeks ago. As I said then, this is largely inspired by 'Patient 614', a mind-control story by Downing Street.

Not entirely happy with how it came out, perhaps it works better as a short story than a caption. Still, hopefully it hits a few buttons.

- B-Rex

Guest Caption: Head Nurse 2 by FFQ

A guest, FFQ, has sent me a gift caption after reading my Head Nurse cap from last week. I liked it so much I'm going to consider it the official sequel.

I hope you all enjoy it and be sure to let FFQ know what you think in the comments below.

Also, I hope to get some more captions posted after this weekend, maybe sooner. Had a doctor appointment related to the medical issues mentioned last post, and got pretty good news. Might try to finish my elf-assassin story I mentioned in the comments last week, but probably won't be able to find appropriate images for making it into captions.

- B-Rex

Head Nurse and News on Hiatus

Sorry everyone for my absence this past month. Early last month, an immediate family member had major surgery and there were complications, which led to an infection, and then more surgeries to deal with the complications...

Thankfully, she's finally back home now and eating food, after almost a month of being fed intravenously. It'll be weeks before she's recovered, and the docs think she'll need another surgery to remove some stints they added, but she thinks everything is going well.

As you might expect, I have not been in the best of moods to write much, and it's hard to type in a hospital room anyway. But I have started getting back into the groove, and will try to get some new caps posted, when I can.

Here's a quick cap I wrote the other night, just to have something to post for you all. Been thinking a lot about nurses lately, for some reason....

 Thank you for your patience, everyone,

- B-Rex