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Writing practice!
🕑 Added 2024-11-06 20:38:59 +0000 UTCHey there dudes and dudettes!
It's not a new caption from me, but still something about the forced feminization theme! I realized I struggled quite a bit with writing real stories when I tried to make a story for my Halloween mermaid comic, so I decided to practice writing more detailed scenes.
This is the result of my tries. This scene is part of a bigger idea, basically, a vengeful female forcefully feminizes her ex-boyfriend, who is married to another woman.
Throughout the story the male gets more and more feminized and degraded while trying his best to hide what is happening from his wife.
The scene I have written would be towards the end where the vengeful ex contacts the wife and tells her what her husband is up to, though she bends the truth quite a bit.
I hope you like this little bit, and please leave feedback so I can improve my writing, and potentially write a whole story at one point.
WIth that I leave you for now, and until next time stay happy and healthy!
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Donna stood at the door, biting on her lips nervously, the same she has done for the last few minutes. "Is this really the place" she though, unsure if this seedy motel was really the correct address, so she once again took her phone out and looked at the message once again. According to the anonymous writer this was the place where her husband, Mike, was cheating on her. Now normally Donna would not give such a message a second thought, but for the past weeks her husband has been different.
Gone was the loving husband she once knew, replaced with a shell of his former self. Where he once even went home earlier from work he now started to stay longer and longer, to the point she barely saw him anymore during the week. Even on weekends he was barely there anymore, always claiming to already have plans with friends, and at first she accepted this as him just being busy and wanting some more time to himself, something she had no problem with. But when Ben, on of her husband's friends, called one Sunday and asked if Mike was free she got more than a little suspicious, after all Mike told her that he was visiting Ben that day.
And when Mike became more distant to her even when he was home the doubts and fears kept on nagging on her mind. Why was Mike unwilling to get close to her anymore? Why was he not cuddling with her in bed anymore? Why was he trying to wear more covering clothes than before, and why did he do everything so she would not see him naked? Those thoughts kept her up for many nights, until the realization dawned on her:
Mike must be cheating on her, plain and simple. There was no other reason for him to lie about working longer or visiting friends. And why would he suddenly avoid all physical contact if he was not either feeling guilty or disinterested in her? And why would he wear turtleneck sweaters, which he said he hated last year, if not to hide the marks and lovebites his lover gave him.
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At first she did not want to believe her own theory, but the more time passed, the harder her suspicions got. Donna now paid much more attention to Mike's behaviour, and more and more evidence started to pile up. Some make-up that Donna would never wear appeared in the bathroom, hidden enough that nobody that didn't search for it would find. Other female hygiene products not belonging to Donna appeared to, like lotions and shampoos. She even found some lingerie buried deep under her husbands clothes inside their closet, so slutty and vulgar that Donna blushed as she could not imagine what kind of woman would wear such things.
Yet she did not want to confront Mike, after all she still did not have a definite proof of his infedility. At least until she got that anonymous message that told her the pace where Mike was supposedly cheating on her.
And driven by her curiosity, and wanting to know once and for all if Mike was cheating on her, Donna now found herself in front of the motelroom she had been pacing up and don for a few minutes now.
"Okay Donna, there is nothing you can do now. Just get it over with" was the thing she mumbled to hype herself up, wanting to finally get some piece of mind, either by finding out Mike was cheating on her or not. So she just pulled on the door, and just like the anonymous message said it was unlocked, giving her a view into the room.
It was the standard of any lovemotel, painted a vibrant red and pink with a heart-shaped bed in the middle and the room shrouded in a red haze from the colored lights.
So what really caught Donna's attention was the clearly female figure in front of her. A shapely rear with thick thighs was starting straight at her, the legs encased in tight black stockings that reached mid-thigh. She could not see much else though outside of a small black string peeking out between the meaty asscheeks as the female in question was bent over, fixing her heels, her long hair falling down to the floor.
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"So this is the girl Mike is cheating with?" Donna though, recognizing Mike's dufflebag that was laying on the ground, confirming her worst fears in her mind. Tears forming in her eyes, and instead of the anger she expected she only felt drained, betrayed, and somewhat jealous of the curvy figure in front of her. "B-But why?" her thoughts continued as tears now stared rolling down her cheeks. "I thought we had something special going on? Was Mike really that shallow, throwing away our marriage for some bimbo?!"
But before she could think any further the figure began to speak, apparently having noticed the opening of the door.
"Knock first, asshole! For fucks sake!" the feminine and husky voice angrily sounded trough the room, nearly growling. "I am getting ready, so hold your horses! It is not easy to get this fucking outfit on, it is more strings than actual cloth after all!" the figure shouted, not looking up as they finished lacing up their heels.
Donna's eyes widened, because despite the higher pitch and husky undertone she immediately recognized this voice, having heard it for years. "Mike?" was the only thing that made it past her lips as she struggled to comprehend, thinking her minds was just playing dirty tricks on her, but the reaction of the figure in front of her made her think otherwise.
The figure suddenly jerked upwards before turning around, and for the first Donna could see the figure in full. The person in front of her had big round breasts, a small tiny waist, and the thighs she saw before where even thicker when looked at from the front. The sinful body was encased in something that could only be described as black strings that were adorned with the words "Porn Star", leaving nothing to the imagination while covering just barely enough.
And despite clearly female figure, the full lips, long hair and heavy make-up there was no denying that Donna was looking straight at her husband.
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"D-DONNA?! What are you doing here?!" Mike squeaked out as he stood ramrod straight from fear, not expecting to see his wife here, causing his chest to bounce wildly, barely constrained in the tight black ribbons bound across it.
"What am I doing here?" Donna said in return, finding her voice as anger and hurt started to finally rear it's ugly head. "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE LOOKING LIKE SOME CHEAP BIMBO SLUT?!?!" she shouted, her mind struggling to make any sense of the situation, as it went from her husband cheating on her to her husband crossdressing like a slut.
Hearing this all color drained from Mike's face and he began to stammer as he tried to find a good explanation on why he was at a sleazy lovemotel looking the way he did.
"I-I c-can explain" he started, though Mike had no idea how exactly he was going to explain any of what was happening. "T-This is not w-what it looks like..." he continued, but before he could say anything else he was interrupted by Donna's shouts once again.
"Not what it looks like?! Well, to me it looks like my husband is dressed like a fucking cheap bimbo pornstar! Why are your thighs so thick? Why is your waist so small? And how the hell did you get boobs and where is your d-" the wife shouted, but stopped towards the end as she had to take a deep breath as she neared a panic attack.
"D-Donna, please, just let me explai-" Mike started, wanting to calm his wife down, when suddenly the door opened. Immediately his eyes once again widened as nearly a dozen burly man, all 2 heads taller and twice as broad as him, appeared in the room. Donna too looked at the man after turning around, her mouth going dry as her thoughts ran haywire.
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"Hey, are you, like, a costar for today?" one of the man said towards Donna, looking confused as another man set up a camera in the corner of the room, aiming it so it covered most of it, with the focus being the heartshaped bed. "W-What?" was the only thing leaving Donna's lips as she felt more and more dizzy from the situation at hand, feeling completely overwhelmed.
"Like, are you working with Michelle today?" the man asked once more, nodding towards Mike, who only looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Because we were not really told that Michelle would have a costar. But if things changed you should probably get ready for the shoot, we don't want to fall behind schedule, you know?" he continued, and Donna could see some of the males undress without shame, their muscular sculpted bodies on full display, with big meaty cocks that seemed to reach down to their knees.
"Ah, n-no... I am not starring in anything..." Donna let out, slowly creeping closer towards the door, not wanting to be part of anything her husband was up to apparently.
"Ah, so you are just a friend of Michelle here? Well, then I will have to ask you to leave. Nothing against you, just that we have to do a job and don't have much time, and we were told to fit as many cocks inside her at the same time as possible. So if you could-" "No no no, it is alright..." Donna mumbled, her body moving towards the door on auto-pilot. She was ready to bolt right then and there, but Mike's feminine voice once again sounded trough the room.
"Please Donna! This is- I-... I don't like it at all!" he said, looking at his wife pleadingly before his eyes widened as a hard meaty smack sounded trough the room, the guy that smacked his ass hard letting out a deep rumbling laugh. "Oh, we know that you don't like it, Michelle. You LOVE it after all! Otherwise you would not call us to for a shoot every day!" "Yeah, we all know you love cocks! No need to be a prude in front of your friend!"
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Mike desperately wanted to refute the claims, wanted Donna to know that this REALLY is not what it looked like, but before he could get another word out he shrieked as one of the burly guys grabbed him by the waist and threw him onto the bed, bringing him face to face with Donna, her face completely white and her eyes diluted, fidgeting as she looked ready to run.
"Now I hope you remembered your lines Michelle, because I don't think you can handle many re-shoots today!" the lead male said, and the last thing Mike saw before he was once again subjected to Lisa's cruel whims was Donna as she ran out the room, slamming the door closed behind her.
Comments
Olivia Jade
I really like the illustration the scene paints! I can see it in front of me as the wife finds out her husband has been used and tormented by his ex-gf into being forcibly feminized! I think the literature works better without a picture caption as it lets you be more creative vs being pigeon hold into what a picture is giving off!
