Published: Apr 25, 2025

My one-hundred and ninety-seventh caption, featuring two guys who try to use the TransforLife app to perv on women in a bath house…

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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…

“Dude… when you said we’d get to spy on the girls in the gym, this isn’t exactly what I though you had in mind.” The long-haired “girl” with a ponytail, “Mikayo”, remarked as “her” friend changed the settings on their phone. “Isn’t this a bit… too much?”

“I don’t think so…” Toshio remarked, briefly distracted by his friend Kayo’s massive, new breasts before turning back to the phone in his hand. “After all, if we’re going into the spa to look at women, shouldn’t we also be the biggest and prettiest ones in there too?”

“I thought the idea was that we don’t draw attention to ourselves.” Kayo countered, pulling on the black, white and red top that barely fit her tits. “Besides, isn’t this TransforLife thing kind of… finicky? What if something goes wrong with your modifications?”

“Relax, it’ll be kept safely inside of my locker once we’re there.” Toshio dismissed, hitting the “TRANSFORM” button on his phone.

Immediately, his body began to shift and change, his hair growing out into a bob cut as his features became more feminine. Kayo watched with mild interest as he grew a rack similar to her own, though with inverted nipples rather than her normal ones. His waist caved sharply as his hips expanded, thighs plumping up as well. Though Kayo couldn’t see it, she could guess that his cock sharply retreated back inside of him, leaving them a her instead. Panting for a few moments, she ran her hands down along her new breasts before putting a hand on her crotch.

“That was… intense…” Toshio remarked, spacing out for a moment before remembering “Mikayo” was watching her. “Uh… like the show?”

“Get dressed and let’s get going.” Mikayo deadpanned, pushing her matching set of clothes into the newly-created “Tomiko’s” chest.

Not long afterwards, the two made their way to the local bath house, catching a few eyes along the way. A group of three rowdy guys in particular called out to them, calling them “babes” and howling a few wolf whistles before they entered the building. After paying up and getting their locker numbers, they crossed the “forbidden” barrier into the women’s section. Even though the whole trip had been Tomiko’s idea, she seemed more distracted by her own body than the women around her, becoming distracted and flustered. In contrast, Mikayo seemed to slip into her new identity quite easily, even flirting with another girl in the locker room before the pair made their way to the steam baths. It was a new experience for the two, but neither really cared for it given how their small tops seemed to actively shrink around them. Ditching their clothing entirely, they grabbed towels and entered the sauna instead. There were already several women inside, but given they were all wearing towels the same as them, there really wasn’t much to ogle. 45 minutes later, they left and made their way to the spring outside, thinking they might actually spot something interesting. To their disappointment however, they discovered it was closed for maintenance. How, sweaty, and disappointed Tomiko’s “genius” idea hadn’t amounted to much, they sauntered back to the locker room to shower and retrieve their personal belongings.

“Well this trip turned out to be a big fat disappointment.” Mikayo grumbled as the two rinsed themselves off in the shower, not even lucky enough to spot any girls in there either. “Remind me again why this was such an ”important” thing for you to do?”

“Shut up.” Tomiko shot back with a red face, unable to look at her friend’s naked features. “How was I supposed to know? If we had-”

Tomiko’s sentence was cut off as a sharp, familiar-sounding wolf whistle rang out through the shower. They both turned around, seeing those same three guys from outside standing there, looking quite “impressed” with their naked features. The pair quickly realized they had entered the wrong shower, grabbing their towels and trying to cover themselves up as they ran out, utterly demoralized and embarrassed by the event. Having finally realized this whole thing was unsalvageable, they skipped the rest of their shower and decided to simply transform back now.

“I’m so tired and sick of this place. Get me back into my old body now.” Mikayo ordered, bordering on threatening as her friend seemed to fumble with the phone, tapping at the screen and trying to hide her face. “What’s wrong? Why are you doing that?”

“I…I…uh…” Tomiko stammered, sheepishly holding up her phone for Mikayo to see. “I think the moisture in the air here… d-damaged it…”

Mikayo stared daggers at her “friend”, realizing the implications of what this meant. If the phone wasn’t working, then the app wasn’t working. If the app wasn’t working, then they were stuck in these big-tittied bodies without a way to switch back. Before Tomiko could say or do anything else, the phone slipped out of her moist hand, smashing to pieces on the floor of the locker room. A quick “twinge” rang through both their heads, signaling that the connection had been permanently severed. If they weren’t stuck before, then they were really stuck now, trapped in their buxom, bouncy bodies. The two had both become their “ideal” women with the expectation of peeping on other women. The irony that the situation had been reversed wasn’t lost on them as they went home, struggling to figure out how to continue the rest of their lives like this…