Published: Nov 21, 2024

My one-hundred and seventy-first caption, featuring someone who drank and talked a bit too much…

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“T-Thish is… bulshit…” The angry, drunk blonde in ill-fitting clothes exclaimed, chugging another nondescript bottle of beer. Her rosy face glistened with sweat, partly the result of a broken air conditioning unit in her motel room, but this only added to her outward beauty. “I’m shtuck here in thish shitty place, with cheap beer, no r…room service, and a pair of shtupid, heavy cow tits and all thish damn hair…”

This blonde wasn’t just your average woman, however. Quite the opposite. In reality, she was the son of a recently-overthrown CEO of a large biotech company, one who had been spoiled with luxury and riches their whole life. To protect them from any attempts by others to have him used against him, the former CEO used some of the company’s experimental technology to transform his son into a woman as part of their disguise. The procedure was done with the use of special nanomachines and an expensive slurry of chemicals and hormones. quickly turning the strong, handsome twenty-one year old into a blond, buxom beauty that was completely indistinguishable from his old, male form.

The problem was that, due to how spoiled she was (and her refusal to go through with the procedure in the first place), she refused to follow any of her father’s specific instructions to keep low and stay under the radar. Because of this, he was forced to send his most trusted bodyguard, Davies, with her as an escort, not only to keep her out of harm’s way but also to keep them from doing anything stupid. This had… mixed results, seriously testing the limits of Davies’ patience as she got drunk in a motel room, their last stop before leaving the city entirely…

“You really think getting piss drunk is going to improve things?” Davies grumbled as a vein on his forehead twitched. He was sick of “her”.

“You betta… hic, wach it!” She “threatened”, pointing the open bottle at him and, in the process, carelessly flinging beer at him. This caused Davies to immediately stand up and make a beeline towards her, grabbing her wrist and snatching the bottle away from her.

“You know what? You need to learn a proper lesson.” He growled, pointing the now-empty bottle at her. “No more of this shit. I’m done.”

Without saying another word, the fed-up bodyguard stormed out of the room, taking the rest of the beer with him. The sweaty woman simply sneered, sticking her tongue out at him like the overgrown, petulant child she was. Ignoring his “order” that she sober up, she instead reached for the mini fridge next to the bed, cracking open one of the miniature bottles of vodka inside. This only increased her drunken state of mind.

As she laid there, barely able to think at all as the world spun from her perspective, she began removing her top, the heat having finally gotten to her in full. She figured it didn’t matter, given that Davies was gone now. Finding a loose beer that Davies had missed, she continued chugging away, unaware of the door to the room being opened behind her. With a red face, she tugged on her top, still struggling with the heat.

“Wow, you are a ten outta fuckin’ ten, babe.” A new voice suddenly spoke up, causing some level of surprise in the drunk, former man.

“W-WHO THA FUCK ARE YOUUU?!” She blurted out, slurring her words quite badly as she whipped around, nearly falling out of bed.

“Damn, starting off strong! Couldn’t wait to start, so you began undressing before I even got here, huh?” He “joked”, throwing his coat to the floor as he pulled off his shirt, revealing perfect six-pack abs. “It’s alright, I think I can work with this, especially with a beauty like you.”

In her current state, and without her bodyguard around to protect her, she was helpless to do anything as the big, strong stranger effortlessly pinned her down to the bed, caressing her virgin body. She tried to yell out for Davies, but all she could manage was a sharp moan as he breathed deeply against her neck, quickly removing her top. She wanted to hate it, to beat him to a pulp, but her body was beyond sensitive to his touch.

“There you go… that’s the spirit, babe.” The stranger led on, squeezing her large breasts, slick with sweat. “Just relax for me.”

She could only moan like a complete slut, a cheap whore, as the stranger ripped off his pants, revealing a monsterous cock. From her drunk, beer goggle perspective though, it actually looked like several cocks. Regardless, she quickly realized he had removed her pants, revealing her panties.

“I’ll be gentle, babe. Lay back, and let me show you a good time.” The stranger said before thrusting his cock inside her. “Wow, you’re tight!”

Her head exploded with new, foreign feelings, completely overwhelmed thanks to the mixture of adrenaline and alcohol in her system. With him gripping onto her as if his life depended on it, they both quickly reached climax, causing her to collapse into a puddle of sweat and bodily fluids. Without so much as a word, the stranger quickly threw his clothes back on and left the motel room, passing a certain bodyguard on his way out. The stranger discreetly left some credits on the table next to him, getting a knowing smirk from Davies, knowing she wouldn’t remember any of this…