Another Blog Recommendation

 Sorry to say I'm not posting another caption... Buuuut I do have someone who I personally love to see stuff from that I felt like shilling to you guys. Namely, Pride who you can fine here: 

https://pridetgcaptions.blogspot.com/

To the viewers of Hana's TG Captions

Despite the time I've spent on this blog, posting and not posting alike, I've always maintained that I'd come back to it. However that has not been the case. Now it has recently passed the 300,000 view mark and I'm honestly thrilled.

I'll be honest and say that chances of me coming back are low, I don't enjoy making captions anymore and its been about half a year since I last posted here. I burned myself out by doing three captions every single day and it was honestly a big mistake. Instead I prefer to work on longer stories, a couple of which I've posted here, however I tend to post these on deviantart. You can find me here, posting on a semi-frequent basis and a non-existent schedule.

I hope to see you all there!

Hana

Nanangel's Return

The Brith of a Hopper

Hana's Grave Error

Another Excellent TG Caption Blog

Despite the fact that I'm currently not producing TG captions regularly, I'm not totally out of the loop when it comes to amazing, new blogs and that's just the case here with the wonderful Killstardo and his blog linked below! Please check him out because it's a sin he's not got more views!

Kill's Blog

Elsa's New Body 3

Elsa's New Body 2

An Alien Arrival

It was a hot day on the isolated beach in Vietnam. The sun was beating down on the hot sands of the warm beach. Large columns of rock with heavy greenery coating them sprout out of the cool water, breaking up the smooth surface with pillars of grey and green. The sand that acts as a border between the sea and land is a delicious mixture of cool shade and burning hot where the sun was touching down. There isn’t even a single piece of rubbish across the whole expanse of the closed off beach, attributed to its isolation from the rest of the world thanks to two large walls of rock that close off the sea surrounding the area and the thick canopy of lush jungle inland that prevents any non-amphibious approach. The only way into the isolated paradise was through a gash in the wall of rock that runs from the very top all the way down to the sea floor more than 50 feet down and 10 feet below the waterline at low tide. The only sign of humans ever being present was a single, small and quite rotten wooden jetty for very small craft and an equally rotten old Vietnamese cabin.

The only sound that interrupted the perfect quiet and natural sounds from the jungle was the dull roar of an outboard engine as a small craft slips through the large crack and steers to the right of the lagoon and sputters to a stop at the jetty. The only person on the vessel steps off and grabs a bulky red backpack with a smile on her face as she looks around the beach they’d just landed on.

“This place is fucking gorgeous! It’s gonna look so good on my Chatsnap!”

The woman who strolls down the jetty is tan, her skin a dark copper, and has two tails of blonde hair that hang down to her shoulders. A pair of blue lensed and white framed glasses rest on her nose and over her chocolate brown eyes. She hums softly along with her music being blared into her ears by a pair of black and gold over-ear headphones, connected to the pink gold phone in her left hand as she grabs a bundle of green fabric with a long metal pole sticking out of it with her other hand. Already she’s taking photos on said phone with her free hand, snapping away at the natural paradise she’d intruded on. On her feet she’s wearing a pair of blue flip-flops that make a small “PAF” when they hit the sand. Her body this thick and curvy, every step making her entire form jiggle slightly. A bit of belly hangs ever so slightly down over the band holding up her black bikini bottom. Her top struggles to contain her large, ripe chest straining to hold back the beautiful orbs.

Megyn chuckles softly as she finds a good spot in the sun and starts to unpack her bag. She lays a red and black towel down on the sand and puts up the ugly green parasol that she was holding in her hand that wasn’t occupied by the phone. After two more trips, she brings a second bag, a small foldup tent and a bulky cooler of bottles that rattle loudly as she places it down in the sand.

Without a care in the world, she lounges in the sun with a book, drinking icy beers and soft drinks from the cooler for hours as the sun slowly moves through the sky as the hours tick on. Eventually Megyn seems to grow restless and stands up from her prone position, putting her book down after folding the corner to mark her place. With a smile, she kicks off her flip-flops, puts down her headphones and sunglasses dashing over the scolding sand and into the cool water of the lagoon.

She ducks and dives, cooling herself down as she does so. Eventually she spots something on the sandy floor of the pool of water and dives down deeper to investigate it. Megyn approaches the shape and starts to examine it; it looks like a barrel and has a smooth, black exterior that has a squared pattern lined with grey across its hull. One end is a rounded cone with what appear to be scorch marks on it and is embedded deeply into the sand, leaving the rest to jut off the seabed at an awkward angle. The other has several small cones sticking out of it that are all hollow with damage that reminds Megyn of an exhaust. Then Megyn sees something that makes her start to violently thrash to reach the surface: a section of the hull had come out of the rest and had slid out along the surface like a sliding door. A bulbous head of a wormlike creature stuck out and spotted Megyn immediately.

It quickly chased after her, coiling its body and swishing it behind itself to propel it through the water at a surprising speed. Megyn broke the surface and started swimming hard, not able or wanting to look behind her in fear of what she’d see. The water foams behind her as the smooth, black, eel-like creature rises out of the water before plunging down in a semi-circle form, doing this again and again, making a series of arcs that periodically enter and rise from the water. Megyn works hard, desperately ploughing through the water to the shore, her chunky hips powering her forward, but the creature was catching up.

“G-Gotta get to shore! Gotta get to shore! Gotta get t-to shore!” Megyn half grunted, half wailed in fear as she felt the water get shallow enough to stand. Safety was mere steps away…

Her feet hit sand as she stands up once she reaches the shallows and she quickly trudges to the safety of the sand. But just before she reaches it, she feels something coil around her ankles and trip her up. She manages to catch a glimpse of the thick black coil before she crashes down into the water. Megyn tried to scream as she clawed at the sand to pull herself the last meter or so but found the wet sand was impossible to grip. She could feel the creatures head prodding at her ass as if it were searching for something.

An entry.

“No!”

With a scream from Megyn, the serpentine creature found what it was looking for and rammed hard against Megyn’s black swimsuit only to be halted twice before it gives up that approach. It then shoves its head between her meaty thighs and the tight, black latex wrapped around them. It starts to shove its way deeper into her crack, parting the cheeks until it reaches her asshole. With a delighted squirm at this new species easily accessed entry way, it slid into her and kept going until its entire slimy length were inside her. Halfway through this process, Megyn stood up and started limping towards the shore with the long tail of the creature half-way up her ass, squirming to wriggle deeper inside.

“S-Shore… get… to… Shore…” Megyn stammered as she felt the creature wriggling through her body, making her twitch in unnatural ways as it started to poke and prod at the tip of her spinal column. Finally she felt her feet hit the dry sand, leaving wet footprints as she stumbled forward in the safe haven she tried to think she was in. Megyn jerked one last time as the creature tapped into her nervous system and took control away from her brain.

It felt like she was paralysed, but she could feel every little movement her body was making as it slowly and clumsily rose from the sandy ground and proceeded to grab handfuls of her huge tits as a twisted smile spread over her face. Megyn could feel her mind being pushed back, still present and watching everything but unable to command anything in her body to move at all.

With a sickening giggle, the creature’s bulge on her back seems to sink into her as it repositions itself below her skin as it forces her body to continue groping herself. Soon it grows bored of mere groping and plops itself down onto the already set up towel and wriggles its way out of the latex thong before tossing it aside.

“oH yEs… THiS wIlL WorK nICelY…” ‘Megyn’ grunts happily, her voice slightly gurgled and distorted much like how a baby who was just learning to speak would sound, as her hands start to kneed at its crotch. Before it can go further with its crotch, the creature cranes it’s neck over to examine its stolen behind. Soft, brown skin is perfectly spread over a wonderfully pert ass made of two large and round pillowy cushions of flesh that sag slightly due to the size. The black latex bikini bottom is pulled tight over the ass, the "Y" shape of the band that holds them up appearing suddenly from between the twin hills of perfection. There isn't even a hint of sag on the blemishless surface and the only creases start where the ass meets thigh. Finally satisfied by its examination of the rear, it turns back to its crotch. A single finger slipped between her warm, wet folds and starts to slide in and out, trial and error showing the creature what makes its new body feel good. With one hand thrusting its fingers into its crotch and the other kneading at its stolen, tanned melons, the creature started to moan quietly at first but slowly getting louder and louder as its pleasure rises like a fire burning in its groin and spreading through its veins like a wildfire. Soon the animalistic assault on its crotch gave way to results and it found its host spraying some hot, sticky white fluids down her copper thighs and onto the towel. With a curious mind, the creature scoops some up on its fingers and, to the horror of Megyn, licks it off its fingers after getting a wiff of the wonderfully sweet juices. Going back for more, the creature hungrily slurped up its own juices as if it were starved for days. Soon, her thighs were bare and the desire the creature had felt faded.

After looking around briefly, it catches sight of the small boat that had carried the creature’s new vessel and its prior owner to this place and slowly walks over to it. After gathering the object that had been littered around the beach, the creature slowly began to work out how to start the engine and quickly did so. The roar of the engine returned to the Lagoon and slowly vanished as ‘Megyn’ steered her craft out of the rocky enclosure and towards the distant signs of a larger populace it had sighted on its decent more than fifty years before. It was a scout and it had a job to do…

Oh Bugger Me...

“Oh bugger me…” Bayonetta sighed as she saw the four Affinity swooping down towards her as she strolled out of the Church. Their golden and white wings were outstretched; their heavy golden weapons glittered slightly as light from the moon hit them. Their decrepit and inhuman bodies twisted as they braced for landing, hitting the dirt with a dull thud. Immediately, all four spread out before starting to advance on the black-clad witch.

Of course, she wasn’t annoyed by the appearance of the four but more the bullets she’d waste ripping them to pieces. But business was business in the mind of the Umbra Witch as she drew her heavy, red handguns and pulled back the hammers, purring slightly like a happy cat as she heard the click of the hammer’s locking mechanism. Two of the Affinity looked at each other, their red faces cocking slightly, before they both turned back and lunged forward, looking to pierce the ‘human’s’ soft belly flesh. Of course, this didn’t go well as the first was floored with a single kick, now stuck under a black heel and the second was hit by a volley of bullets, launching it backwards into a wall, letting out one last little moan of pain before it slumped to the ground dead.

The second pair now struck, trying to reach their comrade who was trapped under the Witch’s shoe. Bayonetta holstered one of her guns and grabbed the first by its read head and lifted it clean off the floor before using it like a flail and spinning it round her raven-haired head before battering the second with its limp body several times until both stopped moving. Bayonetta pursed her lips and nodded as she looked at the dead trio before looking down at the last one left alive. Just as she was about to blow its brains out by firing her heel-gun into its head, she stopped as she saw something in its hand; a lollipop.

“Oh my… Giving me presents now, are you? Such a lovely little Affinity you are…” The Witch chuckled as she reached down and plucked the sweet treat from the low tiered Angel’s grip. Having second thoughts, she removed her foot from the Angel’s head and started walking away, choosing not to get holy blood on her leg just yet. After spinning the stick around her fingers a few times as she walked away, she popped it into her mouth and spun on her heel, raising her second handgun to the Angel.

Then she felt something strange.

Her hand was locked in place, the barrel not wavering even slightly as it was level with the Angel’s skull, all it would take to kill it was one single squeeze of one finger, but it was also locked in place. Her eyes winded and her mouth opened in shock, the lollipop falling from her plump lips, still moist from her mouth as she realized what had happened. She’d been paralyzed.

“Blast…” She grumbled as she looked at the chittering Angel as it approached, careful and curious. “I don’t suppose you could take the gun and finish yourself off for Mummy?”

The Affinity then quickly lunged backwards and seized its staff. The head was shaped like a depiction of the sun, a symbol of angelic might, and was pointed at with three spikes, each separated by one of four half-moon blades. In the center was a rose, in the same gold as the rest of the head. Yet despite the standard look of the weapon it held in its hands, Bayonetta could tell that something was different about this one. Her theory was confirmed as she saw all the engravings on it start to glow a deep red, something she’d never seen an Angel’s weapon do before. With a oddly happy chirp of Joy, the Affinity scampered around to Bayonetta’s bare back and placed a disgusting clawed hand on it, seemingly pressing the flesh to check for something.

“Now now… What are you doing back there? T-That’s a place for blasphemy!” Bayonetta yelped as she felt the touch skin of its hand caress her soft back, losing her usual cool and composed tone as she tried desperately to reason with the creature she’d spared only a few seconds before.
Then she felt the hand lift and, being unable to see the Angel raise its weapon over its head as it hopped backwards, she let out a sigh of relief, her arrogant and mocking tone coming back as she assumed the Angel had changed its mind.

“Now there’s a good bo-“ She began before being cut off by a sudden pain down her back, a pain that was quickly followed by the most excruciating feeling she’d ever felt in her entire life as a long slit opened up down her back. However, instead of a sea of red gushing out, followed by her organs and bones before her second death freed her from the pain, a bright and holy light poured of the silt in her back and the pain only got worse.

Bayonetta screamed in pain as several humans wandered past, only their darkened shapes visible to her as they went about their days. If only they knew what was happening less than a meter away from them, perhaps they’d choose to save the normal, albeit tall and controversially dressed, human over the decrepit creature that was attacking her.

But no help came as the Affitiny dropped its staff and grabbed the Witch by her shoulders. Before Bayonetta was even able to direct her pain in a volley of curses and hateful comments at her attacker, it used her locked shoulders to lifts its legs up and slides them into her back, fitting into her own like a glove. Now terrified of what the Angel was doing to her, she began to scream for help; maybe Ronin or Jeanne or even a vaguely helpful demon would hear her cries for help and save her.
None came as the Angel continued, fitting its lower torso into her and removing its hands from her shoulders to slide the three fingered limbs into her own. With every part of its body that entered Bayonetta’s, she lost control over that part and was now without control over anything but her head. With one last scream of fear and defiance, she felt the red skull and wings get pulled into her body before darkness descended for the Umbra Witch as she closed her eyes, ending the witch hunt for good…

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Slowly, ‘her’ eyes flicked open. Instead of the usual soft and sultry grey that was so full of lust and enjoyment, they were glowing with a beautiful and soothing holy light that slowly faded into a rich and creamy mixture of white and gold. ‘Her’ body moved, without any of the grace it had before, dropping the gun to the floor as it straightened out from its aiming pose. Slowly, ‘her’ soft and supple lips opened, ‘her’ tongue sliding out and running along them, leaving a glittering trail behind as ‘her’ hands ran across ‘her’ body, a twisted smile on ‘her’ pretty face.

“I-I am…” ‘She’ finally spoke, ‘her’ voice not quite right with most of the mixture of arousal, amusement, lust and mockery missing, leaving it sounding flat and dead. “Bayonetta…” ‘She’ finished as ‘her’ hands squeezed ‘her’ chest, making ‘her’ close the now golden eyes and bite down on ‘her’ lower lip as ‘she’ felt a rush of power and lust surge through ‘her’ body.
“I am an Umbra Witch…” ‘Bayonetta’ growled as she continued ‘her’ clumsy groping of ‘her’ gorgeous tits, ‘her’ tongue flicking in and out of ‘her’ mouth wildly, like an animals. Soon, one hand left ‘her’ chest and travelled down to ‘her’ crotch, kneading the flat area still covered by a thin layer of the hair that made up ‘her’ clothes.

“I shall make a fine addition to Heaven’s army…” ‘She’ grunted happily as ‘she’ seemed to get used to ‘her’ voice, the liveliness and mockery returning, “Then again… I could just go off on my own…” The former Angel mused, not knowing that even if it’d taken over Bayonetta’s body, she’d always be in the back of its mind; whispering sweet pleasures and selfish desires into its mind, corrupting it little buy little…