Published: Jan 21, 2024

My eighty-third caption, this time once-again featuring the TransforLife App and some Hololive characters…

Josh's friend Ethan is a bit of a genius, though lacking in common sense. When Josh gets a message from Ethan saying he had accidentally gotten himself in trouble with his jailbroken TransforLife app again, he knows its going to be something stupid…

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TransforLife was easily the biggest phone app that had ever existed. Using advanced technology that seemed like something out of science fiction, the app was capable of changing aspects of the user or a consenting third party in incredible ways. While originally built as a machine intended to provide transgender patients with the body of their dreams, the app version had spread like wildfire, allowing people to modify their bodies and lifestyles to their liking. Still, even with the limits, safeguards, and usage tracking built into the app, there were those out there who had learned to jailbreak the app’s functions, allowing them to transform themselves and others into just about anything imaginable. Whether through accidents or malicious use, many people disappeared, never to be seen again…

Josh rushed over to his friend Ethan’s house, having gotten a vaguely-worded text message from him over Discord saying he had somehow gotten himself accidentally stuck in his computer. He had apparently been experimenting on that stupid TransforLife app again, and this hadn’t been the first time something like this had occurred. Even though he knew Ethan was a veritable genius, especially with matters related to computers, he completely lacked common sense, running head-first into easily avoidable situations. He had started to wonder if he wanted to be stuck…

Letting himself in with Ethan’s spare house key, he wasted no time walking up to his room and walking in, seeing the multi-monitor display attached to his computer playing a slideshow of Hololive VTubers. Ethan was a shameless weeb, with plenty of figurines, posters, and other paraphernalia scattered across his room. Ignoring all of this, he walked over to the computer screen, watching as the little webcam on top of his main monitor tracked him. Seconds later, another Discord message popped up on his phone, giving him new instructions. Ethan apparently only needed Josh to unlock his phone to let him out. Thankful that the solution was simple, he hit the power button on the side of Ethan’s phone, only to see the screen flash as a bright aura suddenly surrounded him. Seconds later, Josh had disappeared, leaving no signs that he had ever been there.

Now inside of the computer, I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of some kind of blood red void, surrounded by nothingness. However, that was secondary to the fact that I was now a she, sporting a huge pair of tits in a tiny cow print bikini. If that wasn’t bad enough, I was also bound and gagged, hands tied behind my back with a padded collar and what felt like some kind of ball gag strapped tightly to my head. I felt completely humiliated, standing here like this, as a woman. I couldn’t even brush the white hair out of my own eyes, feeling it tickle my face.

“(I’m so happy you could finally join me, my pretty Botan.)” I heard a mature Japanese voice say as I flipped around to face a blond-haired woman with horns, wearing some kind of latex BDSM-style outfit. Though I didn’t watch the stuff, I had hung around with Ethan enough to know she was Tsunomaki Watame from Hololive, some kind of goat or sheep woman. If she was calling me “Botan”, then that must have meant that I was Shishiro Botan, some lazy, white-haired lion girl. Watame was grinning ear-to-ear, a sadistic, gleeful expression clearly seen on her face as she blushed.

I tried to dash away from her out of a panic, but the moment I looked back up, Watame was right back in front of me, seemingly taking great pleasure in watching me run. Eventually I wore myself out, falling down to my knees as slow footsteps could be heard fast approaching my lewd form.

“(You can’t escape from me, Botan. There’s nowhere else to go.~)” She cooed playfully, grabbing the lead to my collar and slowly wrapping it around her delicate hands. She pulled me back to my feet, her expression somewhere between horny and lustful as he breath could be felt on my skin.

“Mmph! Mmph!” Was all the protest I could grunt out through the tight ballgag, my spit dribbling out through the openings. She put a hand on my shoulder, smiling even harder as her breasts pressed against the side of “my” own. Though smaller, the sensation was quite sudden and noticeable.

“(Don’t worry, my Botan. I’m sure you’ll love what comes next.)” She spoke again as a bright flash of light came from her crotch. When the light had faded away, it revealed she was now wearing a large, bumpy strap-on. I began to sweat as I processed the sight, knowing what was coming next. “(Be a good girl for me and relax for me, Botan. I know you’re used to taking it easy anyways, so make this easy and we can both have some fun. Fufu…~)”

My skimpy string bikini suddenly disappeared, throwing any possible modicum of modesty I had left out the window. After another flash of light, a bed appeared behind the two of us, Watame pulling the lead closer as I felt that rubber monstrosity of hers pressing against my soft hips.

Despite the terror I should have felt being in a situation like this, completely powerless and unable to stop what was about to happen, I suddenly felt… oddly thrilled. I didn’t know if this had unlocked some kink in the back of my head or if it was an impulse created by this new body, but as Watame pushed me onto the bed with that look in her purple eyes, I felt an odd compulsion to follow her every command, to obey her…

Watame wasted no time inserting her strap-on into Botan, causing the “woman” to moan out loudly through her ball gag. Botan’s previously defiant expression melted away as she went cross-eyed, a smaller, sharper moan escaping through the gag with each thrust. Laying herself on top of Botan, she began fondling the woman’s large milkers, getting Watame to giggle as Botan writhed beneath her, unable to stop her attacks at all.

Ethan, who had effortlessly taken on Watame’s persona, was quite pleased with what he had done here. He had finally created an interface that allowed two TransforApp participants to interact with one another in a virtual environment. Sure, it was quite… deceitful of him to trick his friend Josh into a situation like this, but it seemed he had fully accepted the situation, feeling far greater pleasure than his old body was capable of. He never intended to let Josh know Watame was actually him, but she was sure that he likely wouldn’t want to talk about this later anyways back IRL.

Unbeknownst to Ethan however, he had made a single, tiny syntax error when writing the auto-reversal subroutine into this virtual environment. Even though he had set the simulation to end after three hours, the auto-reversal would never trigger, leaving the two trapped inside for the foreseeable future. Ethan and Josh would never know this, their perceptions of time and space warped by the new, sinful reality they now lived in…