Transcript Start<br /><br />The life of a soldier was a hard fought one that saw many young men lose their lives in battle, dying in an instant under a hail of artillery fire or bleeding out painfully in the mud. The battlefields were a brutal filtering that left only the strong willed and lucky alive to carry on.<br /><br />And it was this same fire that drove Samson to keep fighting in an effort to one day end the pointless war driven by politics and get rich quick schemes the cozy heads of the military involved themselves in while they fought tooth and nail in their machinations. Seeing no other choice, he had willingly surrendered himself to the enemy, hatching a plot with his would-be killers once they found out just how much he despised his chain of command.<br /><br />Feigning a near death escape, Samson was quick to return over the front lines to his side, stowing away a secret formula provided by his conspirators, drawing directly from the very witchcraft the government had condemned them for and the wood the greedy politicians and general had used to ignite the war.<br /><br />The plan was simple; scrawl the provided circle into the floor of the medical tent he was in and await the moment where his superior, Taffington, would walk in, probably looking to milk information out of him to claim as his own. And the moment he did, all that was left was a simple incantation to trigger the magic. So when the portly officer walks through the tent flaps with a feigned look of worry on his face, Samson had been quick to whisper the spell, watching with a grin as the light emanating from the trap illuminates his stupefied look of shock before vanishing.<br /><br />And the instant a surprised Taffington had landed on the other side of No Man's Land in an unlit chamber, the stunned officer was instantly assaulted by an array of muscular arms, smothering his protests and binding him still as they begin to massage their victim; pressing down, squeezing and reshaping the unfit man into something more as his frustrated yells begin to rise in pitch and tone, soon becoming a sonorous scream as the arms continue their work. Doing away with Taffington's overalls to get at the obese body beneath.<br /><br />Glowing with an eerie purple light, the greedy man begins to fade under his unseen assailants touch; with a hand slapping gently away at a rotund belly until a tight, toned navel was in its grasp, flabby flailing arms struggling until twin slender branches hung limp and a hairy chest squeezed and forced into engorged melons that were as soft and creamy as they looked, tipped with fat pink nipples struggling to contain their milky contents as eager thumbs play with the sensitive mounds, eliciting muffled moans of pleasure from Taffington's still smothered face with a massive hand crushes it tightly, before releasing its grip to reveal an exotic face enraptured in cocklust that was mesmerizing to look at.<br /><br />With the last bits of resistance down between Taffington's newly elongated legs now lined with a healthy and sexy layer of fat especially prominent in his thighs, an especially rough hand with clearly no interest in touching the diseased member hanging down between a picturesque belly lands a hearty slap against Taffington's crotch, twisting her head back in time to a hand tugging hard on her hair, pulling hard as the oily strands extend into well maintained locks of serene blue, draining the officers brain of all she once was; from military intel to her very identity, leaving nothing but a submissive babe loving the gruff hands caressing her sensitive body as they begin to leave her, moaning in protest before being stifled by the appearance of sexy nightwear wrapping tightly around her nubile body, dripping in her own sweat and juices with her new lot in life secured in her vapid little head with the snap of the choker around her dainty neck. Panting lustfully with lovestruck eyes for the men she once saw as her enemies, gently thrusting her child birthing hips against the hand rubbing her aching womb, anticipating her new role as a fertile woman to be impregnated.<br /><br />While Samson slept peacefully on a transport back to his home, Tiffany would be sleeping with the enemy, being ridden and plowed to her heart's content. The warmonger who rode the shoulders of his men without a lick of concern would now be ridden by the very enemy she sought to take advantage of, and judging by the long line waiting to vent their stress out on their lovely convert, it looked to be a long and fitting punishment&#8230;<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />Another short caption for the weekend.<br /><br />Link to my Discord group if you wanna hang with likeminded people or view content I cant post on DA :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk">discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk</a><br /><br />Link to my Patreon where I upload exclusive stories and captions if you wanna support me :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/YakerTG">www.patreon.com/YakerTG</a><br /><br />Image 1 by JJanda :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/1634286">www.pixiv.net/en/users/1634286</a><br /><br />Image 2 by Ichikuji Mochibake :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/15854207">www.pixiv.net/en/users/1585420&hellip;</a>