Published: May 1, 2024
My one-hundred and fifteenth caption, this time a fun trade between TGCapsCenter and myself. Make sure to check out their part to see what happens to me~!
All image credits go to TGCapsCenter.
Hilda's half of the trade: https://tgcaps.net/tgcapscenter/post/from-kinks-to-reality-tacocaps-tg-caption-85
All image credits go to their respective artists. I have and never will claim ownership over any image I've used or modified for a caption, and I always encourage you to check out the artist and their wider body of work when possible.
“Hey Taco, if you were gonna transform me into a woman, what would you choose?” TGCapsCenter asked TacoCaps in their DMs, something that was rather common among members of the caption writing community.
“Well, I think I'd turn you into a cute, tanned tomboy MILF.” Taco played along, knowing that, depending on how this conversation between them went, there might be a chance to do a fun little collab or trade using their ideas. “You'd be the wife of a local yakuza boss, and a former school delinquent. You’d be very motherly with big, milky breasts and thick thighs, but still have the muscles and hair of a tomboy. You’d look tough, but you don’t fight anymore, especially since you got pregnant for a second (or third) time. The boss's men obey your commands as if you were the boss himself, but you generally just dote on your husband and kids rather than get involved.”
“Sounds exciting! Now it’s my turn~.” TGCC accepted, enjoying the new image Taco had just put into their head. “I like the idea that you're the owner of a farm, but you become a very milky, pregnant cow girl because of a deal you made with a malicious supernatural being (a demon) that promised you'd sell the best milk in the market in exchange for carrying its offspring. You’re always lactating, and can’t change back until you finish giving birth.”
“Naturally, lmao. You’ve got my interests pegged for sure.” Taco replied, amused by the milky fate TGCC had conjured up for him. “You interested in doing some kind of collab, or would you rather do a trade instead?”
Unbeknownst to the writers, a young fairy had been reading the conversation between the two, finding it rather interesting. However, she was also quite naïve, not understanding that they were discussing fictional, erotic scenarios to be written into captions later on. She viewed these descriptions, and their enthusiasm towards them, as genuine wishes, and being a fairy, she decided to grant their “wishes”, turning both into their fantasies…
The whole world around TGCC spun like a top as everything began shifting and changing around them. Their room, once rather plain and boring, turned into something far more lavish, cheaper furniture becoming far more expensive, made out of solid oak as panels of the same make formed on the walls. A large, Queen-sized bed became the room’s centerpiece. Silk curtains hung from the tall windows, flooding the room with an ethereal, afternoon light. Several paintings appeared on the walls, looking to be of Japanese origin, as several light fixtures made of crystal appeared on the furniture and ceiling. Finally, several picture frames popped up. TGCC moved towards these picture frames, seeing images of a well-dressed, fierce-looking, dark-haired man standing next to an equally fierce-looking woman with a perfect, beautiful face, long black hair, and wearing a wedding dress.
It didn’t take long for TGCC to realize she looked exactly like the woman Taco had described to him just a few moments ago. As if on queue, a deep heat suddenly built up in TGCC’s body, causing him to use the bed to steady himself. Though he tried his best to stay upright, he finally ended up laying down at the end of the lavish, wood bed, the heat overwhelming him entirely as he pushed himself into the silk sheets. Then, the real changes began.
TGCC watched with a mixture of confusion and fascination as his hands began changing, becoming thin and womanly with unpainted, but perfectly kept nails. His arms slimmed down to the same proportions, but he retained a fair bit of muscle, a surprising, but not unwelcome sight while his skin became softer and more supple. The heat his body felt intensified even further, focusing itself in his crotch. The changes accelerated from that point on. His legs shifted to become curvy, but still toned like his arms. His backside took on a perfect heart shape, also having a fair bit of muscle. Hair exploded from his scalp, covering him with a plume of perfectly styled and conditioned black hair. TGCC moaned uncontrollably as his manhood shrunk down to the size of a bean, becoming the clit to his new womanly sex. As he, now a she, tried to look down and “investigate” her new flat crotch, she was suddenly winded as two massive, perfect breasts sprouted from her chest. Just as TGCC was about to grab a handful of her new tits, her stomach suddenly inflated, becoming round and heavy as movement could be felt inside.
TGCC suffered a brief moment of internal panic, realizing she was now, in addition to being a bombshell, heavily pregnant. She stood up on two shaky feet, struggling to come to terms with her new center of gravity while also dealing with the three heavy weights hanging off of her. She looked into the mirror on the nearby dresser, seeing that same woman from the photo looking back. She was cute, but there was a subdued fury behind her eyes. Before she could process any of this further, the door to the bedroom flew open, several rough-looking men quickly walking in. TGCC feared something bad was about to happen before noticing the shopping bags they held.
“Ma’am! We have arrived with the items you have requested, ma’am!” The “leader” of the six men greeted, having some obvious tattoos around his neck, bowing before handing her a bag from some high-end retailer. Inside was a pretty blue maternity gown, made of fine blue silk and featuring a very nice white fringe. Though TGCC had dabbled with the idea of wearing women’s clothing, now she could in a “socially-acceptable” way. A second man approached her, featuring a mohawk and a scar across his cheek, holding a freshly dry-cleaned jacket up for her. Seeing this jacket brought a warm, nostalgic feeling to her heart for some reason, and she smiled as she held it.
Eventually, all six men left the bedroom, having left her alone once more. They had all brought her various items, ones she felt like she actually quite liked. She decided to put on the maternity gown, having grown weary of the tight, ill-fitting clothes her male self had been wearing before. She admired her new form in the dresser mirror as she changed, feeling quite enamored with her muscles in particular. Even though they were her main focus, she was still impressed by her sheer size, both her breasts and her buttocks. Even while pregnant, she had managed to keep herself in great shape without putting on any obvious signs of the “damage” most mothers experience. Once she had put on the soft gown, she decided to have some fun, putting on the jacket as well, along with a pair of Ray-Bans one of the other men had brought her. She enjoyed the contrast the two pieces of clothing made. It was at that exact moment she recalled the description Taco had written, remembering something about being the wife of a Yakuza boss. It was then the man from the photo opened the door, casually walking in with a smile.
“Ah, it's so good to be home!” He said with a joyous tone, putting his jacket away before turning to TGCC, sitting on the bed wearing her new gown and the black jacket. “Ah, great. I see my men got you everything today.”
TGCC was still speechless as he sat down on the edge of the bed, planting a kiss on her cheek before putting his hand on her swollen belly. Her face immediately became red, her emotions going absolutely wild in that moment.
“Even on my worst days, knowing I always have you and the kids to come home to brings a smile to my face.” He mused, running his hand from her belly to one of her legs. “You know, it’ll be another hour before the kids-”
Without a moment of hesitation, she cut him off with her own kiss, though she planted hers on his lips. Even though TGCC was practically drowning in embarrassment, it all just felt so right to her. Like it was meant to be.
“As… entertaining as the idea is, you’re going to have to wait a little longer.” TGCC said, taking control of the moment as she stared into his eyes. She knew what he had implied. “You know what you can do instead, though?”
“What’s that, my dear?” He asked in a lowered tone, putting his arm around her shoulder as he held her close. “Do you want another gown? A foot massage? You know I’ll do whatever you want, without question.”
“I want… some pickles.” She answered with an innocent expression, putting both her hands on her tummy. “I have the most intense urge to eat some spear-cut pickles, straight out of a jar. Can you get me some, please?”
Without a moment of hesitation, he pulled out his cell phone and hit his speed dial. His face had become instantly serious, something TGCC quickly took notice of as she watched him with her curious, brown eyes.
“Yes, it’s me… yes… no, not right now. Listen, I need you to find my wife some spear-cut pickles… yes, now… no, I’ll ask.” He said with the same serious tone, turning back to her. “Would you like anything else, dear?”
“No, I think that’ll be all.” She replied, holding back the tiniest bit of laughter. The whole situation, if you could call it that, was so silly to her, but it seemed Taco’s description was still holding true. They followed her commands.
“Alright… yes, call me when you’ve arrived… yes, goodbye.” He finished, ending the call and returning his full attention to her. “He’ll be here soon with those pickles. But until then… how’s our new little boy doing?”
“I’d say he is pretty feisty.” She replied, having felt several kicks over the past hour. It was such an odd, foreign sensation to her, to have another life growing inside of her, but there was a pleasant side to it. An anticipation.
Before her husband could rub her stomach again, the sounds of tiny feet suddenly echoed through their large home, signaling the arrival of their children. TGCC, though having never met them before, felt naturally compelled to greet them, to see how their day at elementary school had gone. She ignored all the lovely decor of their penthouse apartment, the furniture, even the view outside of Tokyo, instead narrowing her focus on them and them alone. An oldest brother, seven years old, and a younger sister, six years old. It felt so natural to TGCC to dote on her children, to spoil them and rub the hair on their heads. She had fallen perfectly into her new role as their mother, even going so far as to cook dinner for them and her husband, even though he insisted she didn’t have to. It all felt so right to her. Still, even though TGCC had been blessed with this new, perfect life, she wondered if Taco was having the same experience as her right now. Was she the milky cow girl TGCC had previously described, and if so… was she enjoying her time being leaky and pregnant on a farm somewhere? She hoped so…