UPDATE: So while being the horny woman I am ended up stumbling on to a path that lead me directly to VanessaTG's blog. https://vanessatgcaptions.blogspot.com/ The only downside being she hasn't posted since november of last year, but it certainly beats the initial idea that she was long gone. That said, I'm leaving this post and the other post up unless I'm asked to remove it.
So to the keen minded you may remember I made a post last christmas regarding an archived classic cap from a favorite writer of mind that we lost during the great tumblr purge and how I had two caps from that person that would otherwise be lost if I hadn't had them saved in my tumblr.
You may also remember I said I'd post the second in the upcoming week after posting that christmas one.
I'm a very flawed human.
Dylan was a massive fan of classic rock and metal. Since he was a kid he loved all the classics; Led Zeppelin, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Metallica to name a few. However his favorite band was Fresh Cream, a new band that mixed all the elements of his favorite classic groups. These guys were crazy and didn’t care what they did. On every level they were a classic rock band in an era of techno, rap and pop. When he saw that they were coming to his town he immediately went on their website to buy tickets. That’s when he saw the VIP pass. For an additional fee he could buy one pass that would get both him and his girlfriend Zara in. In no time he was filling out his information and paying. He couldn’t wait to tell Zara.
Much like Dylan, Zara was a hardcore rocker fan. She was obsessed with Fresh Cream and on numerous occasion said she would do anything to meet them. Needless to say she completely freaked when he told her he got tickets. After a few weeks the tickets and pass arrived in the mail. Zara opened them up and smiled.
“You are the best! This concert is gonna be amazing.”
She then saw the VIP pass and absolutely lost it, she screamed and ran over to him to hug him.
“I love you! This is the greatest thing you’ve ever done!”
Dylan smiled as she squeezed him tighter. Her breasts pressing against him was turning him on.
He smiled, “I knew you would like them.”
She looked up at him and gave him a seductive smile, “You are too nice to me, let me do something for you.”
She grabbed his arm and lead him towards their bedroom. Dylan eyes widened with excitement.
———-
It was the night of the concert. Dylan and Zara were ready and on their way. Zara had been pumped the whole week. She had spent the last few hours getting ready. She had showered, done her hair and spent a huge amount of time putting on black eyeliner, lip gloss and all sorts of other makeup. The icing on the cake was her super intricate Fresh Cream shirt. It was the shirt Dylan had bought her that showed the four band members in front of a web like design showcasing all their albums. Dylan did take notice though that wasn’t wearing a bra. It had him wondering but he really didn’t mind.
As for Dylan he kept it simple, a black shirt with Fresh Cream written on it.
It wasn’t long until they were at the venue. Tickets in hand the two entered. Zara insisted on wearing the VIP pass around her neck.
Zara made a point of finding the mosh pit. Soon she was bumping up against dozens of people. Quite a few guys seemed be taking advantage of bumping into her by flirting and offering to buy her a drink. Being something of a flirt she took them up on their offers. Dylan, not a huge fan of crazy things like a huge group of people running into each other, stood to the side. After a short while he took notice of Zara flirting with the other guys. After the third time he made his way over to her and pulled her to the side.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Two three beers in Zara was a bit tipsy and bubbly.
“What are you talking about?”
“Why the fuck are you flirting with all these guys!?”
“I’m not flirting, I’m just getting free drinks.”
“Are you serious? You’re getting way too into it.”
“Listen, you don’t tell me what to do, ok? I’m not gonna fuck any of them so chill the fuck out!”
She walked off.
The rest of the concert for Dylan was a mixed bag. On one side the music was awesome but he couldn’t enjoy it knowing Zara was drunk and possibly flirting with strangers. Soon enough the band finished their encore song and wished everyone good night.
He knew exactly where Zara would be, backstage making her way to the Green Room. Quickly he set after her. Sure enough that’s exactly where she was drunk and in an argument with one of the security guards. She was shoving the VIP pass in his face. The guard was trying his best to keep his cool but clearly she was getting on his nerves. He ran over to see what was going on.
“What do you mean I can’t go in?! This is my pass, I have a VIP pass!”
“That pass is for a Dylan Rodgers, you’re not Dylan Rodgers.”
“No but he’s my boyfriend.”
She stumbled back into him, he managed to catch her, she looked up at him and smiled then looked back towards the guard.
“Oh look, here he is.”
Dylan looked to the guard, “Sorry about all this. I’m Dylan Rodgers.”
He helped Zara regain her footing and walked over to the guard with his driver’s license. He took a quick look at it and gave it back to him.
Before he could say anything two hot girls with huge tits walked up to the guard and smiled. He immediately pulled out a walkie and whispered something into it. After a moment a voice came over it, “Let them in.”
He clipped his walkie and let the two in. He turned his attention back to Dylan.
“You can go in, she can’t.”
“What!?”
Zara overheard and immediately was back in front of him.
“But the website said I had a plus one.”
“Yeah but not for this venue, read the fine print next time.”
“Well can she just go in then?”
“Sorry pal, only the name on the tag.”
“Come on dude, give me a break.”
“No can do, just you or no one.”
Dylan turned around to Zara who seemed furious.
“You fucking asshole, are you serious?! You didn’t make sure this would work.”
She glanced over at the guard, then back to Dylan. She grabbed him and pulled him around the corner to an empty hallway.
“I can’t fucking believe you. Do you know how stupid you are?! I’m never gonna meet Fresh Cream now because of you! You stupid piece of shit!”
Dylan knew that he had fucked up but he also knew Zara was pretty drunk. It still hurt though as she continued berating him. He starred at the ground.
“What are we gonna do now? You better find a way to get us in there!”
The pain from her verbal assault suddenly became physical. A dull pain swarmed over him. Immediately he noticed that Zara was getting bigger. He looked down and realized she wasn’t getting bigger, he was getting smaller. Soon they were just about the same height, 5'6.
Dylan started getting nervous as he looked at his hands. All the hair shriveled up as his arms grew smaller. His finger nails suddenly were painted black. Before he could react he felt his hair grow. He saw it fall in front of his face and pulled it out of the way to look at it, it was now violet in color.
Completely unaware of the Dylan’s sudden feminization Zara continued her verbal onslaught.
Dylan was freaking out as he felt his face twist and contort into that of a girl’s. An intense pain suddenly hit him in the crotch almost as if he was just kicked in the nuts. He cringed and grabbed for his penis only it wasn’t there. He looked up and then quickly back down. He was no longer wearing his jeans and boots but rather black converse high tops and a black and white plaid short skirt.
“Oh fuck. Zara help me!”
It was if he didn’t even speak. Zara continued her cursing.
Still looking down Dylan’s new skirt disappeared behind his shirt that shot out in front of him. Immediately he realized that two enormous boobs were blocking his view. Before he could do anything a wave of dizziness overcame him. The next thing he knew he was stumbling around and bumped into Zara who was now wearing an extremely short skirt and black fishnets. He was now as drunk as her.
Zara grabbed Dylan still completely unaware that he was now a she.
“I have an idea, follow my lead.”
Drunk and now unaware Dylan nodded. Zara grabbed Dylan by the arm and pulled him around the corner to the guard.
The guard looked them up and down and pulled out his walkie, “I got two more here should I send them in?”
The walkie replied, “Let ‘em in.”
He immediately beckoned them in. Zara smiled and pulled Dylan through.
“Can you believe it babe! We’re gonna see Fresh Cream in person.”
“Oh no problem, I knew we would.” Dylan’s voice was now completely feminine.
The next thing they knew they were in the green room. Zara freaked as she saw the band. The singer and guitarist were already nailing the two girls from before. The two were screaming in pleasure.
Suddenly the bassist was in front of them.
“Welcome to the green room luvlies! I can see you two are true fans, how about we give you both a personal tour?”
Zara lit up with excitement, “Absolutely!”
“Perfect!”
He grabbed her and lead her to the far side of the room. Like lightning he had Zara stripped down to nothing. She bent over a table with a giggle as he rammed his hard cock into her and went to town.
Dylan looked over to her. Still dizzy he was slowly beginning to realize what was happening. Looking at his girlfriend being banged by the bassist of Fresh Cream seemed to be breaking whatever spell had befallen him.
Suddenly the drummer was in front of him, “Well well well you are quite a babe, last but certainly not least.”
He looked down at his enormous breasts.
“How about you pull them girls out for some air?”
Dylan looked at him blankly, still mostly drunk. He was slowly regaining his consciousness but not fast enough. He cracked a slow smile and let out a low giggle. He reached down to his large breasts and quickly pushed them up. He quickly grabbed the bottom of his Fresh Cream shirt and slowly pulled the shirt up keeping it tight against his torso as he pulled it. The shirt slid over his boobs tightly catching them before they finally bounced out and fell free. He pulled the shirt off and threw it to the side.
“Holy shit girly, look at those tits! You’ve got to be our biggest fan!”
He quickly grabbed them and shook them around. Immediately he turned Dylan around. He giggled and grabbed under her skirt, she slowly slid down a small black thong. She fell onto all fours, arched her back and pointed her ass up to him. The drummer looked down at Dylan awaiting him. He quickly undid his pants and shoved his dick straight into Dylan’s tight awaiting vagina.
He thrust in and out, in and out. Each time Dylan’s dizziness seemed to subside. After a few times Dylan was back and a bit confused. In front of him was Zara bent over a table having her brains fucked out by the bassist of Fresh Cream. Suddenly he felt a the thrusting and looked down. He saw his colossal tits and looked over his shoulder. He saw the drummer thrusting into him.
“What the fuck?!” Dylan screamed.
Zara looked over. It seemed that the spell that had befallen her was gone as well. She looked down at the girl being fucked by the drummer when she noticed that she was sporting the exact same tattoos Dylan had in the exact same places.
Dylan saw the horror on her face, “Zara what’s going on?! This isn’t right! Please help me!”
“Oh my God Dylan what happened to you?!”
“I don’t know but please you need to-”
A sudden wave of pleasure washed over Dylan. It was amazing. He was trying to focus on Zara but the feeling was just too good.
“Dylan! What’s wrong?!”
Dylan began to moan, “It feels so good, I can’t-”
Zara began to freak out. She tried to move but was unable. She was losing her boyfriend and she couldn’t do anything about it.
“Dylan whatever’s happening you need to fight it.”
Dylan’s moans were getting louder, “I… I can’t… this… it feels absolutely amazing. I don’t want it to ever stop!”
“Listen to yourself. You’re not a girl! You’re a guy! My boyfriend!”
Dylan looked over to her, a tear ran down his eye. He knew that he was being fucked and that he was fucked.
That’s when Dylan’s building orgasm peaked. She opened his mouth as her eyes crossed. She began to scream.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She let out an intense moan.
The drummer cummed inside her and quickly pulled out. She rolled over on the ground seductively.
“Oh sorry about that girly.”
She giggled, “Don’t worry about it.”
“Damn girly you’re a whore. What’s your name?”
She smiled, “Diana”.
Zara looked on in sheer horror. She began screaming in defiance. She had just lost her boyfriend. Dylan was gone, replaced with Diana the slut.
“I never wanted this! It can’t end this way! I won’t-”
Just like what had just happened to Dylan she opened her mouth. Her eyes crossed as she reached her orgasm.
———-
The guitarist walked over to the door, “Well ladies thank ya for showin’ us a good time! We hope you enjoyed yourselves and thanks fur bein’ fans!”
The first two girls walked out with a wave. Diana and Zara followed shortly after, the guitarist smiled as they walked out. He shut the door.
“Oh my God D that was amazing.”
Diana smiled, “I wish we got there before those two bimbos though, we could have had first picks.”
“Oh don’t be a bitch, not many girls can say they screwed a member of Fresh Cream.”
“Yeah that’s true, but you want to know something?”
“What’s that?”
“He didn’t pull out.”
Zara’s eyes widened and smiled.
She slapped Diana’s ass, “You fucking slut.”
Diana jumped from the slap and giggled.
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As always, if anyone knows the current whereabouts of VanessaTG please let me know or if you are her I'd love to meet you.
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