"You're a hot girl," Bones said when Kirk complained about all the fake porn buzzing around social media. "Get used to it."
The girl of the week is back! Each Wednesday look for a new GOW featuring all the lovely ladies of Star Trek: Collins, Dex and more!
2025-07-23 19:23:24 +0000 UTC View Post
This video is a collaboration between myself an AI. I prompted a series of clips, then edited them together for the final product, added music and voices. Enjoy!
2025-07-23 15:33:30 +0000 UTC View Post
https://www.deviantart.com/tgcooper-tgkadee/art/Hero-A-seductive-body-swap-1221023826
Hey, everyone. I just put put a video promoting the new audiobook version of Hero. I decided to share it here as it's a pretty steamy video-- corset included!
2025-07-22 03:28:49 +0000 UTC View Post
When the God of Thunder finds himself transformed into a girl, he throws a hissy fit, but will Sif help him accept a new life?
2025-07-20 04:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Just a little video showing Dex getting changed and his reaction to his new sex! Also, if you haven't checked it out, please check out the video of Kirk's erotic dream about Kang!
https://www.deviantart.com/tgcooper-tgkadee/art/Captain-Kirk-s-Kinky-Girl-Dream-1219154657
2025-07-19 21:38:13 +0000 UTC View Post
(For story with images, see PDF below)
Captain’s Log– Unofficial
I practiced speaking in a lower voice. McCoy listened. She- he– agreed I sound even more ridiculous– like a little girl trying to imitate a man. I just need to change attitudes about what a leader sounds like.
It’s some small comfort that the voices of women have become more and more common on the Enterprise.
My crew of 430 was almost 80% male. With the alien tech snagging 20 crew per hour that number has rapidly changed to roughly 50/50 biological male and female. When I walk down the corridors, there are as many young women wearing black jumpsuits as there are men in traditional uniforms. If this continues, my crew will eventually consist of 80% women.
Glass half full: we have a chance to prove to Starfleet that we can run a ship, execute a mission. I can prove that I still deserve to serve as Captain– even if I am pretty.
History teaches things were better for women in the late 20th and early 21st Century. Women were successful in every profession; They were prime ministers and presidents. We– they– proved they could do anything. Then, a lot of shit happened and now they’re wearing skirts and pantyhose and impractical hair like a 20th Century model.
Bones suggests psych evaluations for all crew. He feels having your sex changed could be traumatic. I agree, but I’ve so far resisted the suggestion. Much to my surprise, I find myself feeling attracted to men including– and I have to make sure no one ever finds about this– but including Kang.
What’s wrong with me that I could feel attracted to a man who molested me?
Chapter One
Collins found himself with his back against the lockers. Dex towered over him, trapping him, a hand on Collins’ hip. Collins put his hands on Dex’s chest and tried to push him away, but he couldn’t move Dex at all. Collins tilted his head back and met Dex’s dark, gleaming eyes. “Get the fuck away from me,” Collins said.
Dex chuckled. “You’re pretty when you’re angry.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m in love,” Dex said, reaching as if to cup Collin’s cheek. Collins slapped the man’s arm away. They both Knew Dex let him.
“You can go but just keep me in mind if you want to have some fun, sweet cheeks.” He removed the arm that had been barring Collins’ escape, and the little man hurried to get away from him. Dex slapped him on the ass. Collins turned and screamed, “I’ll fucking kill you.”
Dex just laughed some more, amused by the impotent feminine fury burning in Collins’ eyes, surprised, himself, to discover how much he was turned on by this little blonde kewpie doll.
Collins bolted from the room and into the hallway. He’d been suffering from anxiety ever since he became a woman and was now on the verge of a full-blown panic attack, his chest heaving, vision blurring. No no no, he thought. He had just been told he could keep his job and was he about to prove Scotty wrong by breaking down in the hallway, missing his duty? No no no… this was all such bullshit, all so wrong. I’m not supposed to be a woman, he thought, weaving among all the full-sized people. I’m not supposed to be child sized. Seeing a restroom, he plunged in and dove into a bathroom stall. He screamed, letting the rage and frustration out. Then, he took deep breaths, calming himself, calming himself…
Someone came in. He saw the boots beneath the stall, the calves covered in nylons. He held his breath, but whoever it was had already heard him. She lingered outside the stall door for a moment, then knocked and said, “You okay in there?” She must have followed me in, Collins thought. She saw how upset I was.
“I’m fine,” Collins said, his voice just a little shaky. “I’m fine.”
The woman paused, then said, “Just checking.” She moved about, Collins guessed she was checking her hair, and then she left.
The sound of her voice, the kind of sisterly concern, much to his surprise it was– okay. He felt better. He checked himself in the mirror. He looked fine. His eyes weren’t too red. He didn’t want anyone to think he’d been crying. Taking one last deep, calming breath, he headed back to the hall and made his way to the duty station, watching over the Klingon girls as they worked. They were cute, he thought, making sure it wasn’t obvious he was checking them out, but he could see it on their faces how deeply ashamed they were to find themselves female. It was worse, he supposed, for Klingons. What future awaited them?
Collins took his meals in his room these days, so when his shift ended, he found himself in his room with some show he didn’t care about while he did his best to wolf down a double cheeseburger smothered in Thousand Island Dressing. He got about half of it down before his belly started to ache. Well, he thought, at least I can still eat like a man, even if I can’t eat as much as a man. He licked the sauce off his fingers, and then the anxiety came back. He felt as if he were in some danger, some invisible terror rising towards him. The walls of his room felt like they were closing in on him. The incident with Dex kept replaying itself in his mind. He needed to talk to someone. He needed to get out.
-------------------------------------------
Laura Breen stretched out on her bed, which was barely big enough for her. She’d gone to the gym and tested out her new strength, lifting weights she could only dream about before the change. A couple guys– male born guys– had come up to her. She knew them. Paulie and Adam. They’d hit on her a time or two. It wasn’t just because she was hot. There’d been two guys for every woman, so on the Enterprise every girl was in demand. “Dude,” Bender said. “You’re fucking strong as hell.” They were impressed. It felt right to her. Finally, she was one of the strongest– and that was as it should be.
She’d showered off and grabbed her smart pad, settling in to read the latest Harry Hammer novel. She loved old-school hard-boiled detective novels. Yeah, they were sexist and retrograde, where the men were men and the dames were helpless, but it had never bothered her because she identified with the guys, and she got totally turned on by–
The bell rang. Who could that be? She wondered, putting her book aside and rolling out of bed. She went to the door. It whooshed open. A prank? She wondered, seeing no one.
“Down here,” she heard a tiny little voice squeak. She looked to see a tiny blonde, his face tilted back to look up at her.
“Collins,” she said, surprised. She hadn’t seen him since the day they’d been changed, and he looked even prettier than she remembered. “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know,” Collins said, dropping his eyes, then looking up, meeting hers. He seemed to be waiting for something. She started to ask him again why he was there, but then she realized she was being rude. She’d been caught so off guard. “It’s great to see you” she said, opening her arms. Collins stepped in and accepted the hug. She felt his soft body press against hers, and he felt her hard body press against his. They both thought it felt good. “Come in,” Breen said. “Come in. Something to drink?”
“I’m fine,” Collins said, looking around, trying to decide where to sit.
He’s so tiny,” Breen thought. She remembered he’d been made small but seeing him now on the ship he looked like a little girl– accept for those tits and that ass. “Take the couch,” Breen said.
Collins sat– over toward the right, so Breen sat on the left, but not so close as to make things awkward. “So, how’ve you been?” Breen asked, immediately regretting the question. It was so loaded right now.
Breen chuckled. “That is a question I can’t even begin to answer.”
“Yeah. Me, neither,” Breen said, empathizing though, in fact, she was doing great.
Breen looked around the room. “Nice,” he said.
“Thanks.”
The silence grew and grew. Breen didn’t know what to say. Collins didn’t know what to say. Breen was just about to make some excuse to send him off when Collins finally found some words. “I think one reason I came was because I wanted to thank you– for saving me. That sounds– anyway, I’ve been wanting to thank you.”
Oh hell. Hearing the former big man thank her in his pretty little voice, seeing the vulnerability in his big eyes… he was an actual fantasy come to life… Breen had banged a girl or two since becoming a man and she loved women, but there was something about Collins, something more.
“Of course,” Breen said, her voice hoarse as she struggled to hold back a demanding boner.
Collins’ eyes scanned Breen’s face. The chiseled jawline. The thick brows. Those cheek bones. She had full lips, especially for a man, and the thought came to Collins unbidden: I bet she’s a great kisser. It was unbidden but not unwelcome. He was feeling things he’d never felt as a man, but he got the message his body was sending him. He wanted to be kissed. Held.
Breen saw Collins’ eyes grow soft and smokey. His lips parted, and she got a glimpse of his white teeth, his pink tongue. She saw the need, the vulnerability in his face. Her mind and body lit up. It was– a rush– like she’d never felt before. She knew this little woman had been a big, strong man, and seeing him now so sweet, so feminine, his big eyes pleading with her…
Collins reached out and cupped his cheek. Collins felt lightning flash through his body. Omigod. He’d cupped a few women’s cheeks in his day, and now he knew why the girls loved it so much. It was everything. A soft sigh escaped his lips a sigh that only enflamed Breen all the more.
Keeping her hand on his soft cheek, Breen leaned forward and kissed him. It was a long, lingering kiss, full of desire and confusion and need. When the kiss ended, Collins moved onto Breen’s lap. He felt so small and– oh? He felt her hardening member pressing against his soft rear. Once more, incredible new heat and lightning shook him and excited him and scared him so much he almost pulled away, but Breen wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for another kiss and he eagerly met her hot mouth with his own, his soft, feminine moans matched by her deep, manly grunts.
They wrestled and kissed, and he felt her cup one of his breasts and squeeze and—wow. She started to take her hand from his breast, and he whimpered, covered her hand with his and put it back. “You like that, eh?” Breen said in her hoarse, manly voice. “Mmmm.” Breen yanked his zipper down and he felt his breasts spill free. When Breen now put a hand over his breast, her palm against his hard nipple, he gasped and when she pinched his nipple he couldn’t help but scream as the feminine pleasure overwhelmed his frazzled male mind.
Collins kissed and kissed. He’d never loved kissing this much.
He felt Breen’s arms slip under his ass, and then she lifted him. He wrapped his thighs around her torso, feeling his sex press against her body, his soft breasts against her hard chest. Breen kissed him on the neck and blew hot breath into his ear. The sound of his own feminine moans was driving him insane with desire.
Breen lowered him onto her bed. He found himself with his legs spread, and the smell of his female sex brought memories of his conquests, and he was the she now and he wasn’t even sure of anything anymore.
Breen looked at him with hard, hungry eyes as she undid her pants. “You’re so damn beautiful,” she said.
Collins’ mind swam with confusion. Is this happening? Are we going to? Hot. Wet. His body ached for it. Something inside him clenched. He became aware of a swelling feeling between his legs. It was a feeling he’d never had, but he knew what it meant, what his body craved.
Terror. Collins, the man, felt himself gripped with terror. He wanted so badly to connect with Breen, and yet the thought of letting a man, even one that used to be a woman, penetrate him, shook his sense of self. He lay back, propped up on his elbows, passive, thinking, I’ll just let her decide.
Looking at Collins there with his legs spread, his cheeks and even the tip of his nose blushing, his wet lips slightly parted, drove Breen into a frenzy. She shoved her pants down, then her underwear, thinking—slow down. Slow down. You don’t want to pop off early like a teen-age boy…
Collins screamed. The sight of a big, hard man’s part shocked him, terrified him. He pushed himself away from Breen, clamped his legs together and averted his gaze because part of what terrified him so much was just how beautiful and powerful it looked to his female eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m not—I haven’t…”
Oh, my lord, Breen thought. He’s a virgin. Pushing aside her own frustrated desires, she said, “It’s okay. We don’t have to.”
“It’s not that I or you or—”
“Hey,” Breen said. “It’s okay. Her voice was calm, deep and warm. “It’s okay.”
The concern in her voice instantly calmed Collins down, even as a whole new wave of confusing emotions washed over him. She cares, he thought, and then, she’ll protect me. He covered his face. “I feel ridiculous.”
Collins climbed onto the bed and stroked his base arm. “We can just hang,” she said. “It’s fine. I like you, and if you aren’t ready for sex, we can be friends, still.”
“Really?” Collins asked.
“Really,” Breen said, cupping his cheek again. “Really.”
The tears poured down his cheeks. He sobbed. Women, Breen thought as she put her arms around him and gently pulled his head against her chest, holding him as his body trembled.
Chapter 3
Cotton Mouth. Did I get drunk? Dexter wondered. Hell, he didn’t remember anything. As he slowly returned to consciousness, he felt a weight on his chest. It made breathing a little hard and seemed to move with each breath. In the confusion of early waking, he imagined it was Livingston, the family Siamese cat, and for a moment he felt the warm glow of waking in his parent’s home in New Detroit on a cold winter morning, the small of bacon and eggs wafting up from the kitchen below, where his mother would be singing to herself as she cooked, his father sitting at the table, his nose in his Smart pad, sipping from a steaming cup of Berallion Coffee. He reached to his chest, meaning to scratch Livingston behind the ears, and instead his hand landed on something round.
What the hell? He also felt a hand on his chest, and it was his hand, he realized, only it felt like it was a foot above his chest, and it felt strange and soft, and his mind began to sound all kinds of alarms because what he was feeling he’d never felt before, and his mind didn’t even know how to process the information.
He sat up and looked down to see a pair of full, round, womanly breasts swelling out the top of a black jumpsuit, and for the first time in his life he also felt the weight of breasts as they responded to gravity, the soft flesh of his under boobs resting against his ribcage. He cupped his chest, confirming with his hands what his eyes had told him, the implications of what had happened slamming into him like a Gorn’s fist.
“Damn,” he said, and for the first time he heard himself speak in the voice of a woman.
2025-07-18 04:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Since I don't want to overwhelm you all with my AI video obsession, I have created a folder where I am putting both the videos I have created using clips from AI as well as raw AI clips that I have not altered. Some of these are AI bloopers, some alternate takes of scenes I used in videos like the Smile video, and some are just me goofing around with AI. I'll just keep putting stuff in there as I make more. Thanks for your support!
https://mega.nz/folder/oq4WiJLY
decrypt: s4BWkiuT3OFukkjDEhzefg
2025-07-17 07:47:39 +0000 UTC View Post
Paige makes a decision on whether to stay a girl or go back to being a boy. Or, does she?
2025-07-16 22:29:53 +0000 UTC View Post
When Peter and Kraven meet to determine who has the better jugs, they suddenly forget why they're there as they appreciate the view. Men!
2025-07-16 04:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
This is a little documentary style featuring the girls of Smile! Smile! Smile! I created it as a promo, but I am pretty sure a few of you will enjoy! Have you ever thought-- I'd love to see the girls dancing in bikinis? Then this video is for you!
https://www.deviantart.com/tgcooper-tgkadee/art/TG-Video-From-Boy-Band-to-Kpop-Girl-Group-1218450979
2025-07-15 02:56:42 +0000 UTC View Post
For fans of Everlass, I haven't forgotten about you! Paige is shaking it and shaking it good. I think I might be in love!
2025-07-14 20:47:04 +0000 UTC View Post
The mysterious figure who turned Grimmlord into Danger Kitty advances the evil plan! Hahahaha! By the way, Grimmlord sure is finding it hard to run with those jugs! Check out allman for an exclusive video interpreting a scene from the story!
2025-07-14 04:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Captioned image. Michelle-- no, his name was Mike, right? He thought his besties would want to run away with him, but they're too far gone. He'll have to go alone, but can he leave his lady pack behind?
2025-07-13 04:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
https://www.deviantart.com/tgcooper-tgkadee/art/King-Arthur-Her-New-Audiobook-1217638743
Yes, dear readers, that gorgeous, flirty girl is none other than King Arthur! The story of her girl hood adventures is now available as an audio book read by an AI with a breathy, British accent! I think the video is pretty fun on its own!
2025-07-13 00:49:14 +0000 UTC View Post
The Unofficial Log of Captain James T. Kirk
My breast aches. I can feel exactly where Kang squeezed. Is it all in my mind? Or, is this female flesh so soft and sensitive that it bruises that easily? Men have punched me harder and left me in less lingering pain, yet Kang squeezes my tit and hours later I can still feel his handprint. I have to consider the possibility I’m experiencing psychic trauma rather than actual physical pain. I’ve never had breasts let alone had a man grab them, never had a man climb on top of me and pin to the ground, his hot breath in my face as he gleefully unzipped my top, my tits spilling out as he grabbed the phaser I’d hidden in my cleavage and tossed it aside. He squeezed my tit so hard it--
My tit. I’m forgetting already. This is not my body. These are not my – melons, or jugs or hooters. I am not a woman. Kang had treated me as one, and not in a good way. Part of some mind game.
In addition to fondling me—I can’t believe I have to even think those words-- He forced me to kneel in front of him while he cupped my chin and tilted my head back, as if I were a woman, and he was—he was trying to show me I was…
Spock rescued me like I was the damsel in distress in an old Hollywood movie.
I don’t think the universe could have conspired more ways to insist I am a woman, but I’m not a woman. I’m James Kirk.
I can’t admit to anyone how– confused and angry I am that a man– another man did what Kang did. Star Fleet doesn’t allow women to serve as captains. Women are too emotional, too vulnerable, according to Star Fleet. If I start talking about being assaulted, molested, it’s over. My focus right now is on getting my ship and my crew free from this planet. I need to keep my mind on my task, but the reality that I may soon be relieved of command due to this body haunts me. This is my ship. I am the captain. This female shape I’m trapped in doesn’t matter. It’s what’s inside that makes the man.
In order to free my ship, I need to find some way to work with Kang even after what he did, even after he so much as told me he would – force himself on me– and even though he looks at me like I’m a piece of cake he wants to devour. I wish he would get stuck as a woman. It would serve him right.
There’s something else. It makes no sense, but when I replay the incident in my mind, the truth is there’s a part of me that–
Spock’s here. We’re going to the gym, so he can teach me how to fight in this little body. I need to go.
Chapter One
Remember, Collins reminded himself, stand like a man, walk like a man. He was about to face his security buddies, and he felt sometimes this top-heavy body with its wide hips and prominent caboose made him move like a woman. He was determined to show these guys he was still a man.
The door to the security suite whooshed open. Conversation stopped. Heads turned. Security officers were all men, so the sight of a woman walking in was unusual in and of itself, and the black coverall instantly told them this woman used to be a man. Collins tried to ignore the feeling he was a bug under a microscope as all the eyes roamed over his body, then his face, puzzled looks followed by recognition, then embarrassment and then two of them looked away, not sure what to say, how to react as they realized the little blonde girl was their old buddy Collins.
Unlike the others, Dexter did not look away nor seemed embarrassed for Collins. He stared. Collins felt the eyes on him, on his body. It seemed like some manifestation of female intuition that he was much more aware of being looked at by men since the change. It had already happened a few times, like when he caught Kang standing behind him, staring at his ass– but he would get this tingling feeling and know. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he would always catch a guy mentally undressing him. Well, one time it was a woman.
This feeling was that sense at Warp 5, like a red alert was going off in his head. He made the mistake of meeting Dexter’s gaze– his eyes were hard and feral, like a shark and a smug smile as he brazenly looked Collins up and down. Collins froze. He had no idea how to react to being ogled like this, and he dropped his eyes, cheeks burning as he just– stood there. He thought of Breen, wishing she were there, feeling she would know what to say.
“Burn a hole in it why don’t you,” he heard Barkley say.
“She’s hot as hell,” Dexter said with a laugh. “What do you want me to do?”
She. Hot as hell. He’s talking about me, Collins realized. Guy talk. A day before he would have joined in. Now he just wished he could turn invisible. His sense of reality was destroyed, his sense of self shaken. A guy was checking him out. A guy. Collins thought pretend like nothing happened, to go his locker like he usually did, but that meant giving Dex a look at his ass and he did not want Dex looking at his ass and making comments, so he remained frozen, the tension building. The intercom chirped.
“This is your captain speaking,” what sounded like a teen-age girl said, though she spoke in the flat, direct style of a man. “In an effort to free The Enterprise from the force field in which we are currently trapped, members of the Klingon crew will be beaming over to our ship.” There was a pause. Collins cringed. He’d heard Kirk speak down on the planet, had seen him, but hearing that pretty little voice now over the Intercom he could only think The Captain's days were numbered. It didn’t seem possible and even to Collins this girl was Kirk. It felt like some kind of prank. Captain Kirk sounded cute. A captain couldn’t sound cute, could she? He?
“The Klingon Crew,” Kirk continued. “Has also experienced the phenomenon of the– Siren Planet. All crew are expected to be respectful to our guests. We do not want an inter-galactic incident. Captain out.”
“What’s that about?” Murphy asked.
“They’re all girls now,” Jackson said with a chuckle. “The Klingons.”
“I’d like to get me some Klingon tail,” Dexter said, chuckling.
“Yeah, but they used to be dudes,” Murphy said voice sharp with disgust.
“They’re skirts now though,” Dexter said. “That makes them fair game. I’d eat me some Klingon for sure.”
It was just locker-room talk. Collins had been part of it his whole life, but not surprisingly he now felt his skin crawl, his breasts tighten with anxiety. He’d been surprised at how much feedback his new puppies provided him. His breasts were like a new set of sensors, reacting to temperature, talk, gazes—even elevation. He’d gotten on a ladder in his room to reach something on a high shelf and his tits had started sending him signals to be careful. They told him how he should feel, whether he might be in danger. Listening to the guys, he huffed, a new, feminine annoyance at how these– men– talked about women.
I’m still a man, he tried to convince himself, his neurotic feelings about his new reality growing stronger. What ever happened to respecting each other regardless of sex or rank? Lord, he thought, annoyed at himself. I sound like Dr. Lester.
“Oh, sorry, uh– bro,” Dex said, though his tone said he was not sorry at all. Once more, his eyes hungrily played across Collins body who, in spite of a lifetime dismissing women’s complaints about the way some men looked at them, found himself suddenly in total agreement with the female community.
“Enough of that,” Barkley said. “We’re all redshirts.”
Dex finally looked away with a kind of nonchalant air like—I don’t care.
With the tension broken,
Collins decided his best strategy was to try and defuse things a little. “I’m still me,” he said. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells or anything. Keep going.” He shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to sleep with a Klingon, too.”
There was a pause, the guys looking at each other, then there seemed to be a collective sigh of relief. Collins was still Collins, it seemed. They didn’t have to start treating him like some hyper-sensitive girl.
“Take a seat, Brother,” Barkley said. “You went planet side with the captain and didn’t die. You know we need to have to celebrate tonight, right?”
“That’s the tradition,” Collins said, trying to act cool, walking to the circle of chairs in the middle of the muster room, trying to ignore the ever present feeling of his breasts jiggling with each step. He took his seat, which of course felt over-sized to him now. He started to cross his legs, which he’d often done as a man. Murphy had his legs crossed, but it felt feminine to him these days, and he felt insecure enough about his manhood being a girl and all. He made a point to manspread, take up space. He dropped one arm between his legs and leaned on the other in what was one of his usual sitting positions. Yeah, he thought, thinking of Dex. I’m still a guy.
Just like in the hallway, the room seemed too big, and all the colors seemed brighter, more distinct. It seemed his female eyes had a better sense of color. The red shirts seemed more red. The walls more– whatever that color was.
“We’re going to need a new nickname for you,” Barkley said. His tone was the tone men used when they were busting each other’s balls, and Collins felt a little more comfortable hearing it. He’d always been one of the guys, loved being one of the guys. “How about Shorty?”
“Hey!” Collins said, mock outraged. His voice sounded even higher pitched and more feminine to his own ears in this room full of men and their deep, booming voices. He became aware, too, of a smell– a manly musk he’d never noticed as a man. Is this how we smell to women? There was something pleasant about it, even if these guys, freshly arrived for their shift, had somewhat hidden it under the crisp smell of soap and shampoo.
“How about Tiny?” Someone else chimed in.
“Or Tutu, as in Too Too Short?”
“I get it. I’m short now,” Collins said, getting into the game.
“How about Sugar Tits?” Dexter said.
The room went dead. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Barkley said. “We were just talking crap, and you had to ruin it.”
Collins felt like he needed to show he wasn’t suddenly some sensitive female, though he was feeling like one– or at least the way he felt they felt. “I like it,” he said, making the cupping gesture under his chest guys always used to suggest breasts. “These tits are sugar.”
The guys roared.
Collins laughed and plastered a fake smile on his face. As soon as he’d said the words, made the cupping gesture, he’d regretted it. His breasts had risen and then bounced as he made that move, and he saw that the eyes of every one of the guys bouncing along with them. Plus, was that really something a guy would say? As the words came out, he sounded to his own ears like a flirty girl, a ditzy skirt. The giggly, high-pitched laugh that came out of him right after hadn’t helped, either. He was trying to be one of the guys, but he thought maybe he had just proved he wasn’t. Or, maybe he had. The guys didn’t seem to have changed their attitude at all and the attention they’d been paying to his chest was already over. Maybe? He didn’t know. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
He did his best to think of some way to switch the subject now that he’d drawn attention back to his—curves.
“Hey,” Scotty called, poking his head out of his office. “Collins. In here.”
Relieved, Collins got up and headed to the office. “If he tries to harass you, scream,” Barkley said.
“Nah,” Collins said, holding up his skinny little arm and making a fist. “I’ll just punch him.”
“That’s the spirit, Sugar Tits.”
Chapter 3
While Collins felt like a child, Breen felt like a giant. She’d been slightly tall for a woman at 5’7”, but now she stood 6’ 4” tall and what a difference 7” made.
That’s what she said, she laughed to herself.
With her new height, she looked down on almost everyone. Most of the men were all shorter than her, and the women looked positively tiny. It wasn’t just her height that gave her the sense she was now a titan. She weighed 240 pounds, and it was all solid muscle. An athletic woman who lifted regularly, she felt her physique reflected the aliens giving her the body she would have had if she’d worked that hard as a man. Finally, that injustice had been corrected. It had always annoyed her that no matter how hard she worked out, there were men who would always be stronger than her. Well, not anymore.
Swaggering down the hall, Breen flexed and stretched and pounded her chest like she was Tarzan of the Apes. She knew a lot of the others—men and women-- were struggling to adjust to their new bodies, but she’d never felt so confident, so right in her body as she did now. It was so stable. No jiggling. No bouncing. No bra tied around her chest. She felt—free, and she felt like a badass. Most of the women she passed gawked, stunned by this hunk of man. It didn’t seem to matter she wore a jumpsuit that told them all she had been a girl once. Or, maybe it was actually even more fascinating that another girl was now a DUDE among dudes.
She couldn’t wait to ditch the jumpsuit, though. Even as a little girl, she’d begged her parents to buy her a boys’ uniform, had run around the backyard with a toy phaser pretending she was saving the other girls from Gorns and Romulans. It had only been her intense desire to be in Starfleet that had helped her overcome her aversion to wearing a dress, and she’d even adopted the elaborate and ridiculous hairstyles popular among the women. Not anymore, she thought, chuckling, enjoying how even her chuckle sounded like a rumbling tank. Her hair was now high and tight. All she had to do was run a hand over it after showering, and she was good to go.
She strode into the PX and went right to the counter for uniforms, recognizing the clerk right away. “Hannah,” she said, loving the sound of her deep, booming voice. She assessed Hannah right away, which was not new. She’d always appreciated women, but what was new was looking at them from this angle.
Hannah had pretty eyes, inviting lips and great tits. I’d do her, Breen thought, feeling the stirring in her pants. She was learning to control her “buddy.” Her guy was always wanting to get hard at the worst times, which seemed like almost all the time. Hannah looked up and went through the whole- who is this? As she reverse engineered the face, her eyes lit up. “Laura? From Yoga?”
“That’s me,” Breen said, flashing what she knew from looking in the mirror was a dashing smile, then added-- in an attempt at normalcy. “How you been?”
“Me, I’m–” She shook her head. Bit her lip. “I’m sorry, but I just have to say– Oh. My. God You’re a stud.”
Breen nodded, putting a hand to her hard, muscular chest. “I know,” she said and then, reading the cues, added, “you should see what I have going on downstairs these days.”
Hannah’s eyes went wide. She bit her lip and tossed her hair. Seeing the little female getting all hot and bothered made Breen all hot and bothered, and when Hannah glanced back toward the storage room and sauntered off, glancing back over her shoulder and gesturing for her to follow, Breen grinned and stopped trying to keep her buddy down. Fade to black.
Later, the other workers exchanged amused grins as they heard Hannah moaning, “Laura… oh, my God, Laura… “
After, the two of them emerged, Breen now wearing a man’s uniform. Each of them sported that overplayed innocent look in their eyes. “The guys should have to dress like us if they’re women,” Hannah said, continuing a conversation that had started in the backroom. Hannah had that glow. She’d clearly been very satisfied, and they each started to entertain the idea of having a fling with the studly Laura Breen.
“I think the opposite,” Breen said, brushing the back of her hand along Hannah’s soft cheek. “Girls should be able to wear pants, just like the guys.” She turned and nodded toward the smitten girls who were watching while pretending not to watch, then turned his attention back to Hannah, giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Be good, babe,” Breen said and then she sauntered out while the girls rushed over to Hannah to get the deets.
Breen sauntered down the hall, feeling handsome and powerful and manly as hell. It had been her first time with a woman as a man, and the experience had not disappointed. She’d fantasized many times in her life of making love as a man. The whole thing from flirting with Hannah to delivering the payload had been beyond her wildest dreams. As she looked down on some of the men she passed in the hall, thinking she could kick their asses, she also congratulated herself on being a better lover than any of them. She’d been a woman and knew all the secrets of female desire.
When they’d finished, Hanna had whispered in a soft, breathy voice, “that was the best orgasm of my life.”
Breen smirked. Yeah, she thought. I’m a ladies’ man.
It felt as good to be dressed as a man as it was to be a man. The women’s uniform was idiotic. Obviously chosen by some old pervert. As much as she’d meant what she’d said to Hannah, she did think the changed men should have to wear the women’s uniform. It would give them a sense of how the uniform alone would make made women feel sexualized and inferior. The boy girls would be fighting to for women’s rights like she-devils then, she chuckled, loving the idea of all the men suddenly throwing their support behind the Sisterhood.
Who could blame Captain Kirk for refusing to dress like some kind of cocktail waitress at a sleazy spaceport bar?
She pictured The Captain in a little yellow dress, bending over, smiling as he took drink orders from a table full of rowdy officers at the canteen, himself forced to be sweet and smiley, like so many women before. “Hi, boys,” she imagined Kirk saying in that pretty little voice of his as he made himself as small and feminine as possible. “Can I get you started with some shots?”
The thought of Kirk all sexy and flirty made her guy start to rise, and the image shifted to a memory: the tiny little blonde Collins had become looking up at her, surprise on his pretty face as he realized she had rescued him. The feeling of his little body in her arms, the surprise at how small, how light he was, how easy it had been to pick up the little female he’d become, they were all such turn-ons. And, when she’d set him down Collins had stumbled and fallen against her, briefly leaning on her for support, and knowing what a big, strong man Collins had been, and what a small, feminine little creature he’d become made her all kinds of horny.
Oh, hell, Breen pushed the idea from her mind and focused on not getting a raging boner. She was, quite frankly, virile as hell, ready to go just minutes after her tryst with Hannah. She was six floors away from her room. “Patience, buddy,” she said to herself. “I’ll take care of you once we get home.”
Breen didn’t hate Collins anymore than she hated Kirk. She had spent a lot of time in self-examination and came to realize she simply resented the roles she and other women were forced into, resented that they were denied opportunities to lead, to fight, to achieve. This was why the thought of men like Kirk and Collins being trapped in The Female Prison turned her on not because she hated them, but because finally they would understand.
Chapter Four
Collins left Scotty’s office feeling good. He was still a security officer. That was something. That was something huge. He barely registered Dexter still sitting on the couch. Scotty had assigned him to stand guard around a group of the Klingons who were working in the engine room, to make sure the guys stayed clear of them. No one wanted an incident. As Collins went to his locker to get his phasor, he sensed movement, and then Dex was behind him, standing close—too close.
“You want to explore that new body, I’d be into that,” Dex said, and now Collins felt the man bump into his backside—it was gentle, but it was a violation of his personal space. Feeling claustrophic, Collins tried to step away, but Dex planted a thick arm across his path, blocking him, and then planted the other on Collin’s hip. “Don’t be rude,” Dex said. “I just want to talk to you.”
To be continued…
Bonus Pics
Miss Kirk the waitress in Breen’s fantasy.
An alternate shot of Kang pinning Kirk down.
Moments before Spock enters the scene.
2025-07-11 04:00:08 +0000 UTC View Post
I made this to promote Mother's Son. Enjoy!
https://www.deviantart.com/tgcooper-tgkadee/art/Star-Trek-Gender-Swap-Denial-1216956104
2025-07-11 03:59:29 +0000 UTC View Post
I uploaded a picture of Princess Serrenia to an AI and created a little video! Hope you enjoy!
https://www.deviantart.com/tgcooper-tgkadee/art/Brother-Bewitched-1216735860
2025-07-10 16:36:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Kraven had been lying low since he'd popped out his own bangers. Now, though, rumors have reached him that people are saying Spiderman has a better rack, and some new instinct has taken over, filling him with seething rage. "He thinks he's so great," Kraven thought to himself. "Well, maybe it's time I showed him what a real pair of melons looks like!"
2025-07-09 04:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Look at me blush! My husband is after me for sex again. I drive him quite mad and it is only fair I perform my wifely duties so he can focus on running the estate. I shall choose the right moment to ask him to buy me that new carriage I have been after!
Grimmlord 2 continues the adventures of Grimmlord, the dour, fearsome, criminal hating vigilante striving to clean up the streets of New Amsterdam-- referred to as "The Dam" by most residents. If you haven't read the first book, you can find it in the Mega folder under Books-- illustrated Books. I will be releasing this in weekly installments mostly because I got super-excited making these pics and couldn't wait to share them! Enjoy, and thanks for your support!
If you prefer text, that is still available as well. Same Place. Kitty Cat Attack!
2025-07-07 02:38:04 +0000 UTC View Post
(For Story with Images see PDF Below)
Captain’s Log—
I’m not a woman. I’m not “Miss Kirk,” as Kang calls me. I am Captain James T Kirk, and I’m a man who has been trapped in a female body. I woke in this body one day ago after being lured to a mysterious planet by a false distress signal. I am not alone. Many members of my crew have also been changed. Sulu sits before in the body of a young woman, with narrow shoulders and a long, slender neck. Behind me at the communications station sits Uhura in the body of a man- a brawny rock of a man with bulging biceps and big, powerful hands. The bridge is the same—flashing lights, beeps and boops, the image of that infernal planet on the screen in front of me, a Klingon ship in the distance. And yet everything looks and feels different, beginning with my captain’s chair, which now swallows me in this smaller frame. My feet dangle above the floor, and I resist the urge to kick them occasionally. I refuse to cross my legs. I can’t do anything that might make my crew think I’m beginning to think and act like a woman.
The Enterprise remains trapped in a force field. The alien technology still plucks groups of my crew from the ship, returning them as members of the opposite sex. Many of us look like we could have been our own sisters or brothers– we are recognizable despite the changes. Bones had a lot to say about XX and XY chromosomes. He said these are our bodies, just with our genetics rewritten. He even called me “sister” at one point. He told me I was too pretty to lead.
He is wrong.
This is not my body. I am a man, and I will continue to do what I have always done: lead the best damn crew the Federation has ever seen, XX chromosomes be damned.
Chapter One
Security Man Collins tossed and turned in his sleep. “No. No,” he whispered in his new, little girl’s voice. It was the same nightmare he’d been suffering since the change. He was on the planet with Captain Kirk and crew– a plum assignment despite the running joke among the red shirts that such as assignment was almost certain death.
A flash, a bang, and then as if no time passed, he found himself rising from the darkness of a deep and unnatural sleep. Right away he knew there was something wrong. There was a weight on his chest that made it slightly hard to breath. The dream blurred and he saw himself as he were watching the scene from a security camera– he was a tiny little blonde woman in a black outfit, sitting up, his eyes wide with shock as he clutched his breast, the breast he couldn’t possibly have– the scene blurred. He left the room where he’d found himself. His training had taken took over, and he’d blocked out the wrongness of this body so he could focus on his primary mission: to protect the captain and the rest of the team. Where was Kirk? He needed to find them.Then, he froze. An alien robot approached, arms outstretched, scanning him with its eyes and then grabbing him, lifting him. He screamed, a high-pitched scream like a girl in a horror movie and then crash! A big, powerful man came out of nowhere and knocked the robot over, catching Collins and cradling him in his arms. Collins took in the rugged face, the powerful, square jaw. It was the most interesting face Collins had ever seen. The man—was she Breen? He had green eyes. Eyes that stared into Collin’s eyes as the man said “are you hurt?” The voice was deep and rumbling, as warm as chocolate.
Carried like that, feeling so small and protected, hearing the concern in that deep voice-- Collins had felt something he’d never felt before– that feeling—a pang-- it shook him, scared him… That man, he… he….
“No!”
Collins woke from the dream and looked down to confirm that, yes, he was still a woman. He was that little blonde from his dream. He held up his arm, disgusted at how small it was, how smooth and devoid of any muscle. Wrist so tiny; hand so soft.
Since the change, each time he woke he went through the same process of trying to refuse he was a woman, his mind reeling at the impossibility, yet he couldn’t even breathe without his body insisting the accept his new sex– the rising and falling of his breasts mocked the idea he could still be a man. He’d had a rock-hard chest his whole life and had never felt his chest sway and bounce and jiggle. Now, even such a simple act as breathing sent tremors through his tits, his nipples seeming to float a foot above his ribcage.
He felt the tension rising and thought. Yes, here comes phase two.
Anxiety.
He’d never even knew what people were talking about when they said they suffered from anxiety, but he did now. Was that just part of being a girl? Or, was it a normal reaction to finding yourself turned into a girl? He didn’t know anymore. He didn’t know what was normal in this situation. The feeling of anxiety grew, and he found his breath growing faster and more shallow, his cheeks growing hot. It was always the same. The question rose up in him and consumed him– how am I going to tell my father?
Pop Collins. All man. Former military. Former Cop. Former amateur boxer. Rugged and tough. A man’s man, and he’d raised his son to be the same. How am I supposed to face him like this? Hey Dad, remember me, your only son? The one you expected to carry on the family name? Well, I’m a girl now. You know what? You’re right. I do have mom’s tits. In fact, I look just like her. I could be her sister. What’s that, Dad? Sure, I’ll be glad to help mom in the kitchen. It’s where a girl belongs, after all. Plus, it’s good practice for when I become a wife.”
Lord, he thought, shifting positions, feeling his strange body sway in response– His body. It moved. It wasn’t just his chest. His ass was big and soft and jiggly– even his thighs. His body felt like it was made of Jello. He forced himself to take deeper breaths, trying to calm himself, but the image of himself- his new self– wearing a house dress and helping his mother frost a cake popped into his mind and he shuddered with shame even as a series of new and more immediate fears flooded his mind– he saw himself in the little female Star Fleet dress that the women wore, his legs shimmering in nylons. He imagined himself in the hall passing one of his former conquests as she smirked and then giggled with her friends… he saw himself re-assigned as an administrative assistant, filing his nails at the desk outside Scotty’s office…
“Stop!” He said out loud, cringing at the sound of his squeaky little voice. “Just stop!”
His alarm beeped, and then a robotic voice announced: “You have thirty minutes before your shift.”
“Thank you, computer,” he answered. His heart started to race again. He hadn’t left his room since the change, ashamed as he was of his body, his voice, his face. He felt self-conscious, insecure—feelings like anxiety he’d rarely experienced in his life as a man. He’d always been the biggest kid in his class, and he’d been popular, cool, one of the guys. Even before he’d hit puberty girls had fawned over him, blushing if he gave them as little as a smile. Now? He sat up in bed and felt the weight on his chest shift and settle. He was afraid to walk down the hall like this, let alone face the rest of the redshirts.
He sat up and took a deep breath. There was a saying that was bandied about during training for the security team: courage in not the lack of fear. It’s being afraid and doing the right thing anyway.
Chapter 2
“I need to face this like a man,” he whispered, then almost choked on the thought.
He took a shower, doing his best to avoid looking at himself.. Lathering up with his familiar bodywash offered some comfort—it smelled of leather and oak. It smelled like a man, and he was glad he could at least cover himself in a cloud of masculinity. Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off, tossing the towel on the floor when he was done.
By force of habit, he ran a hand across his chin, feeling for stubble, but he felt only smooth, soft skin. Something in him ached for the loss. The first time he’d shaved had been such a proud moment. His father had shown him how to do it– they’d used shaving cream and an old-fashioned razor. It was a moment that said he was becoming a man.
Now, he had a smooth, peach-soft face just like his mom. His sister. Like any girl.
He went to the closet. Next to his old uniforms hung a row of black jumpsuits just like the one the alien pervert planet had put him in. The captain in his wisdom had allowed for all the Changed to wear the jumpsuits instead of the proper uniform, which was good and bad. It was good because Collins would never agree to wear the little dress the women wore. If Starfleet ordered him to wear a dress, he would resign. That he’d already decided.
It was bad, though, because, well, the coverall fit like a glove and left very little to the imagination. It was like a second skin, but it was still better than a dress. He would have preferred a sack.
He supposed if he were a woman he would put on a bra under his clothes, but he was never going to wear a bra. Never. He didn’t care how big he was up top. He wouldn’t wear a bra; men don’t wear bras.
He stepped into his outfit, pulled it up, zipped it up, feeling the soft fabric mold to this soft little body. Then, he fought with himself over the decision whether to see how he looked. He’d turned off all the mirrors in his room since the change.
One quick look when he’d first gotten back to his room after the change had almost short circuited his brain. SHE was not him. He couldn’t be HER. What he’d seen was a pretty girl, which was bad enough, but he also now looked like his mother’s twin sister. His brain reeled and he felt like he was going to faint when he’d first seen her in his mirror.
He couldn’t face himself. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Pausing at the door, he closed his eyes and mustered his courage. How should I act if I see someone I know? Haha. There was no if. He would see people he knew even before he got to the security office. He decided he would avoid eye contact, just hurry along and pretend he didn’t see anyone. Hopefully, no one would say anything.
Closing his eyes, he took one last deep breath, then waved his hand over the activator. The door whooshed open, and he stepped into the hall. Right away, he felt his breasts swell, his nipples getting hard. No. No. Come on. Shit. He tried to will his throbbing nipples down the same way he used to will down a boner, but his boobs ignored him, his nipples just getting harder, poking at the material of his coveralls. Meanwhile, he was rethinking his plan to hurry along– his quick steps were sending tremors through his breasts, making his booty bounce, and he felt like his wide, round hips were swaying. He avoided eye contact, which was easier than he’d thought. He was now at least a foot shorter than the men, and even the women he passed were all taller than him.
How freaking short am I? He wondered, feeling like he was not just a girl but a child. The corridor seemed bigger, the ceiling higher, and the sense that he was now a child only added to his sense of self-consciousness and anxiety. He slowed his walk, tried to control the swiveling of his hips. He’d once strode down this hall like a battleship, and people had just moved out of his way. He’d been 6’4” tall and 230 pounds of muscle. Now, petite, he instinctively wove around the other crew members, avoiding them– then he saw her, him.
It was another crew member wearing the black jumpsuit, wearing a female shape– he couldn’t help but look up at her– him– and he immediately recognized the man she had once been. His heart did a flip, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. It was Doctor McCoy. He paused, unsure what to say, how to act, part of him wanted to tell McCoy how sorry he was this had happened to him, to them, while another part of him, by force of habit, checked out McCoy’s figure, noting the doctor now had a very nice pair of tits. “As you were,” McCoy said, continuing to walk down the hall, a wry smirk on his face. “I’m sorry I–” Collins blurted out, gesturing toward McCoy’s chest.
“Not a problem,” McCoy said, then leaned in and in a conspiratorial whisper said, “we’re both going to have to get used to it.”
McCoy walked on and Collins blushed. In the hell of bad timing, he looked up to see Benny– one of his former lovers. Their breakup had been ugly and his fault. She recognized him, had overheard McCoy’s comment and had that cat who ate the canary look on her face, total glee as she gave him the once over. “Collins?” She said, now moving a little too close, forcing him to tilt his head back to look up at her. “You’re so cute,” she said, touching him on the arm. As a man, he’d tended to date tall, leggy women. Cassie was 5’10” and now towered over him, accentuating the sense he was a child. Being seen like this by a former lover made him aware of every new curve, of his tiny frame and slender arms, the appalling emptiness between his legs. Unbidden, the thought popped into his mind; she could kick my ass.
Consumed with shame, utterly humiliated, he just wanted to get away from her and tried to step around her, but she grabbed his arm. “If you want to talk about being a girl, you know, makeup tips or something, give me a call.” She let her eyes drop to his erect nipples, and the gleeful look in her eyes said more than words ever could. He couldn’t stop himself and draped his free arm across his breasts, not wanting her to see him experiencing something so—female.
He tried to pull free, but she held him, just to show she could, and then let him go.
Collins hurried away, though he could feel Benny’s eyes as she stared at his ass. His mind conjured up the memory of Breen’s cradling him in her arms– he’d felt so safe– and then he plunged into the elevator, sighing with relief that it was vacant, that he wasn’t going to be pressed into a crowded elevator with all the big people surrounding him.
His eyes stung, and for one awful moment he thought he might cry, but he managed to fight back the tears. He managed to fight the urge to run back to his room and hide under the covers, to take a mental health day, to – run run run.
No. He would facr this. He had no choice. Once more, he thought of Breen and how good it had felt to be held in her arms. He wondered how she was dealing with being a man. Somehow, he was sure it wasn’t as hard for the women.
To be continued.
2025-07-04 21:08:11 +0000 UTC View Post
https://www.deviantart.com/tgcooper-tgkadee/art/STOP-Teasing-Your-Sister-1214158264
Hey, Patrons! Just a couple promos I've made for Stop Teasing Your Sister 2. If you haven't read it and would like to, you can find it here on Patreon or on Mega under Books-- illustrated Books!
Thanks for your support!
2025-07-03 22:22:15 +0000 UTC View Post
Remember the assassin? We're checking in on the assassin! Paige struggles with his/her identity.
2025-07-02 02:42:35 +0000 UTC View Post
All of the past stories, comics videos and captions can be found inside the Mega!
https://mega.nz/folder/kmgACTZJ
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2025-07-01 11:38:59 +0000 UTC View Post
I wonder how people feel about pics that have the former male in the background versus not? I sometimes feel like it's good to remind the viewer the girl was once a guy, but othertimes I feel it's a distraction. You? Example in attachment.
2025-06-30 18:53:32 +0000 UTC View Post
When the Breast Enhancement Virus is released, men around the world blossom as their bodies react to testosterone by developing breasts. The culture adapts as breasts become a sign of virility and guys learn to flaunt their new assets while women everywhere come to believe that the size of a man's jugs indicates the size of his -- you know! This is a story I did some years ago and an imaginary cover that reflects the changing world of BEV!
2025-06-29 15:15:26 +0000 UTC View Post
Jenni has to get used to her new life as a golden goddess. The man he was reels, astruggling to process that he's one of THEM now, his freshly waxed curves squeezed into a tiny bikini.
Just thought I would share some of these pics I made to promote the story. Thanks for your support!
2025-06-26 04:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Now that he's been transformed into Lil Huntress, Batman finds himself obsessed with social media! He wants to be Huntress and he wants everyone to know it!
2025-06-25 04:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
