TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

You and your friend Mike were whispering to each other not so quietly on the bus, trying at least a little to not be overheard, but failing miserably. This resulted in the both of you receiving the disapproving stares of the passengers around you, although none of them actually interrupting your little conversation. Your subject of discussion was a   young woman   further down the bus, who had a certain girth. Mike was saying that she was just fat, while you were telling him she had to be pregnant to be this obese. You did a little wager to the exasperation of your neighbors, then you got up and went to her. “Hi miss, me and my friend were just wondering, when is your baby due?” A few indignant gasps resounded around you, and the fat girl stared at you in shock. Then her gaze turned a little more sinister, and she smiled in an ominous fashion. “I don’t know, when is YOUR baby due, chica?” As she said it you felt like you just got hit by the bus you were standing in. You whole ...

  It was a decent wish. A little basic, but hey, it’s not because it is a common wish that it is necessarily a bad wish per say. But it turns out that Genies are not like in movies. First, that three wish thing is bullshit, they can only do one before whisking themselves away for another person to stumble upon them. Second, they aren’t benevolent spirits bound to make their master’s lives better. They are actually mischievous tricksters who bend and twist their victim’s wishes before granting them a curse more than a boon, which is exactly what happened to you. You thought you were lucky when you found that lamp. You thought you were smart when you made that wish. But you knew you had thought wrong once the Genie’s smile turned sinister and his eyes turned evil. You had made a mistake. “I wish I had the girl I desire the most.” Of course, you had meant that you wanted to have her as a girlfriend, but you didn’t say it outright, so the Genie didn’t interpret it that way. A large puf...

True terror. It is the only thing even close to describing how you feel right now. Slowly losing yourself, your body, your mind, your identity, and not being able to do anything about it. Becoming someone else entirely, the old you being wiped off from the face of the earth. And the worst part was that you didn’t even deserve it. All you did is fall for the wrong married woman, and she for you. You didn’t do anything improper, you actually waited for her to divorce her husband before officially dating her. And it’s not like you destroyed their relationship or anything like that, they were already growing apart, the husband being a self entitled dick having done that work for you. Meeting you was just the thing she needed to realize that she didn’t need him, he needed her. So she left him for you, a more gentle, kind man than he ever was. But he didn’t see it that way. To him you were the sole reason his wife had left him, the bastard that stole the love of his life. So logically if he ...

  God these bimbos were dumb. Sure they looked great, and they looked even better on their knees with your cock in their mouths, but as dense as bricks. But that was alright, better even, it was great. They were so easy to spot. Big fake tits, cocksucking lips, revealing clothes, you could identify a bimbo in an instant. They were also easy to sleep with. A few well placed compliments here, a well assured touch there, all it took was a little bit of charm and their clothes were practically already off. And thats what you loved about them, it made it so you could use them for your pleasure, as your own little fuck toys, and then discard them in the morning, no strings attached. Sure some of them didn't take too kindly when they found out they had been used in such a tasteless manner, but hey, if they wanted long meaningful relationships, they shouldn't be dressing up and acting like sluts. But maybe you weren't as good as you thought at spotting said bimbos. When you assumed...

It was a shitty day at the gym. The place was packed with New Years resolution losers, who wouldn't even last a whole month. Not only that, but they also hogged all the stations, leaving huge puddles of stinking sweat that no towel could ever completely clean up. After a while, you gave up on doing weights at all, instead deciding to do a little cardio, and come back later this week during a less busy time, maybe take a few hours from work during the day to skip this obscene traffic. You were a regular gym goer, but you didn't want to slack off, lest you return to your old unhealthy habits. Routine was key to maintaining motivation, and persevering through the hard workouts you imposed on yourself to stay in shape. Maybe that's why you were so hard on overweight people that failed at losing their extra pounds, because you had actually done it, and so you knew it was possible, and those lazy asses that visited the gym less often than their favourite fast food joint just were...

It seemed like it could be fun. Get your fortunes read, see how ridicule or improbable they were, get a bit of a laugh out of it. You tried not to be too mean about it with the gipsy woman doing her Tarot readings, this was all in good fun, but she still seemed very offended at your incessant giggling and whispers in the ear whenever a result came up. At one point she got up. You thought that maybe she had had enough, and that the séance was over, but no, instead she beckoned you in a hidden room inside the tent, hidden behind a flap. The room was dark, illuminated only by a crystal ball sitting on a table, with no other furniture. “You wanted some real fortune telling? This Crystal Ball is actual magic, it will show you your undeniable future with your wife. Here, come have a look, if you dare.” Intrigued by the mysticism of it all, the dark atmosphere, shining crystal ball, and ominous warning from the gipsy, you couldn’t help yourselves, you just had to look. What was inside the bal...

Today is my birthday, and it has been quite lonely. So I have been preparing this little curse to make it a little less... Lonely. Now that is ready, I just need a victim, willing or not. That's when you come in. Doing door to door to promote your yard maintenance company, you knocked at my house at just the wrong time. You barely have time to start your usual speech about lawn maintenance that the curse is cast and you find yourself changing. Disoriented, it is easy for me to quickly grab you and bring you inside, to keep you from the eyes of curious neighbors. You find yourself changing at a rapid pace, growing smaller all around, except in your chest and ass, where mass seems to be accumulating. Your hair first tumbles down way past your shoulders, becoming silky smooth, then ties itself in a ponytail with a feminine head band. Your shirt becomes smaller, a bra appearing to support your huge tits, and your pants melt away, leaving you in only a pair of panties that barely cover ...