Published: Sep 11, 2024

My one-hundred and fifty-fourth caption, featuring a fun, "semi-historical" caption involving the Pacific Theater of World War II.

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The year was 1944. In the heat of the Second World War, U.S. Navy pilot Lt. Jimmy “Tommy” Thompson was stationed aboard the USS Essex (CV-9), piloting the brand-new F4U Corsair. During his time in the Pacific Theater, he had made a decent name for himself, knocking out three Japanese fighters while defending his ship from numerous attacks. He had even survived taking heavy fire from one of their planes, getting cockpit glass across one of his eyes, leaving him with a deep scar he’d have forever. However, while out on an air patrol one cloudy afternoon, something incredible happened to him, something… seemingly impossible.

Jimmy had gotten separated from his squadron, having lost them in thick clouds that appeared out of nowhere. His radio mysteriously went dead as well, cutting off all contact he had with the other planes. Before he knew it, the clouds became impossible to see through, leaving him completely blind. All attempts to descend through them failed as his controls locked up, leaving him effectively helpless. Then, even the sunlight disappeared as everything around him went dark.

Coming to an unknown amount of time later, Jimmy found himself naked, strapped to some kind of metal table. There was a blinding, bright light above him, keeping him from seeing much of his surroundings. Everything seemed to be made of metal, with not a single sign of wood to be seen. Everything looked rather futuristic, like something out of the Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon comics he had read in his free time. He tried shouting for help, but there was some kind of gag in his mouth. He struggled against it, but realized it was actually going down his throat. Then, there was a loud hiss as nearby doors opened, revealing two figures. They were wearing some kind of silvery suits that hid their features, but Jimmy quickly realized they must not have been human. They were taller and lankier, with four arms and weird legs that bent backwards. Suddenly experiencing a new kind of fear he had never felt before, he tried again to yell, only for one of the creatures to press a button on some kind of rectangle-shaped thing, immediately causing his body to seize up as electricity shot through him. He could only watch as one of them laid out a whole tray of “tools” next to him. Before he could even speculate what they were used for, one of them stabbed a needle into him.

Jimmy’s whole body began to burn, making him feel as if he were one fire. He tried to scream, but was unable to as his body began to shrink. The reasonable muscles he had possessed before melted away, leaving him thinner and androgynous-looking. His dick shrunk significantly in size, looking more like a thumb than something a well-built man such as him would normally possess. The whole time, the aliens were poking and prodding his body, seemingly examining him as his body changed drastically. The man’s confusion only grew as he saw two bumps appearing on his chest, pushing up behind his nipples. It didn’t take a smart man to realize what they were: breasts. He was growing a pair of breasts, and a large pair at that. They quickly surpassed anything he’d seen in pin-up art posted in the Essex’s quarters. As if that wasn’t bad enough, even his ass and thighs had begun to expand, leaving him with the most… incredible curves he had ever seen. As his shaved head sprouted brown hair, he was shocked by the feeling of his dick disappearing, turning into a woman’s vagina.

Panting as his, now her, body heat died down, Jimmy watched in horror as the aliens put some kind of device around her head. Still unable to move, the thing was “switched on”, causing her mind to be overwhelmed with intense, foreign stimulation. It felt as if her mind itself was being massaged, removing her objections, parts of her personality, and a few “pesky” memories. She retained her tough demeanor, but the aliens had made her more “eager” to enter into reproductive activities.

Without another word, Jimmy, now Jenny, was pulled off of the table, no restraints to be found. She knew she should have been trying to fight them or escape, but something was now compelling her to cooperate with them instead as they tried, and failed, to put her old uniform back on. They managed to fit her webbing, inflatable vest, sidearm, and parachute back on her with some… significant adjustments, but her old khakis and flight jacket wouldn’t fit no matter how hard they tried to make it work. Doing their own version of a “shrug” from what she could tell, they simply left them off of her, not wanting to deal with it anymore.

Jenny blinked, and suddenly she found herself back in the cockpit of her F4U Corsair, in the air, with no recollection of what had just transpired. She didn’t even know she had been experimented on, or that she was originally a he. Blinking a few more times, she took back control of her fighter as the clouds disappeared.

It didn’t take long for her to join back up with her squadron, who hadn’t even noticed that she had gone missing. Eventually, they began to run dry on fuel, returning to the USS Essex. Jenny landed her plane last, finding the sensation of her plane’s tailhook grabbing one of the cables to be surprisingly pleasurable. When she unlocked her cockpit and opened it, she had no idea the level of pandemonium she was about to cause on the USS Essex that day.

Casually climbing out of her plane, there was an odd… stillness among the deck crew as they realized an impossibly beautiful dame had just hopped out of Lt. Jimmy “Tommy” Thompson’s F4U Corsair, wearing almost nothing at all. She climbed out with the confidence any seasoned pilot exuded, dropping down to the deck with her now-oversized boots. Her sweaty body practically glistened in the Pacific sun, her legs in particular shining like the new B-29 Superfortress.

“Heya boys, I see you’ve kept the boat from sinking since the last time we were here.” She casually remarked, feeling a growing heat in her crotch as the eyes of the all-male crew ate her up like a piece of ribeye steak. Jenny was absolutely loving the attention she was getting from all her fellow sailors next to her plane.

After all the commotion had died down (and one of the crewmen snapped a picture of her), Jenny was given some ill-fitting clothes to cover herself with before being dragged in front of the Captain. He demanded to know who she was and what had happened to Lt. Thompson, but she swore up and down that she was the Lieutenant he was referring to. There was a short investigation as to what happened, but the Navy honestly had no idea. Knowing they couldn’t really keep her locked up, and that she had begun trying to sleep with the sailors, she was instead reassigned to the Office of War Information to act as a “motivational model” for many of the U.S. Navy’s posters and other promotional material. In fact, the picture one of the sailors had snapped of her proved to be very popular.

At the end of the Second World War, Jenny settled down, getting married to a hunky man she had met in O.W.I., never the wiser to who she once was before…