Weird World Captions

Greg was bored. He shouldn't be. He was in his 40s, and he'd achieved everything he'd wanted. Built his business, sold it off, been married, divorced, seen the world. He didn't really want for anything, and it was so... dull. 

He'd been searching for anything to drive away the boredom, and had found a lead. Whispers and rumours, but enough consistency to get him to investigate. A gypsy woman, living in the woods, who could grant desires. Though not always how you'd want. 

He trekked through the forest, finding it hard to believe anyone would be out here, but finally came upon a simple wooden cabin. He knocked, the sound ringing loud in the silence, and waited. He expected noises of movement, but instead there was simply a voice that seemed to be in his head rather than coming from the cabin

"What do you desire?"

He'd thought on it for a while, he missed the chase in life, he missed not getting what he wanted

"I want to be unfulfilled"

The voice laughed, and simply said
"Granted"

Greg's vision blurred, he stumbled away from the cabin, and then blacked out.

His consciousness returned to a flood of new feelings. Hair dangled in front of his face, a weight was on his chest, and his ass felt cushioned in a strange way

He looked down, his old body gone, replaced with a tanned female one. Implants sagged slightly down his chest, and his cock replaced with a aging pussy. 

He seemed to be the same age as before. How... how did this grant his wish at all? He was even in his normal house in the study. However as the fuzz cleared, one feeling overrode all the others. A feeling he could never has a mad. His pussy felt... empty. At first it was a niggle in the back of his mind, but second by second the urge was becoming overwhelming. He fumbled with it, feeling immense pleasure even with his clumsy masturbation

However while the pleasure kept ramping up, he was struggling to find release. And while he shoved his fingers inside of himself, it wasn't enough. There was something missing. He realised, with horror, that he needed cock. He eventually stopped touching himself, and got dressed. His wardrobe had been replaced with a series of elegant dresses. 

A trip to a local club and it was easy to get a young stud back home. 

By then, the urge was overwhelming, he needed his pussy filled. He pushed him down and went to town

However, it wasn't right. He tried different angles, adding his fingers, nothing could make him feel truly plugged up. 

"The issue must be the cock" He thought, and the next night had brought home another guy from the bar, after using his hands to confirm in the club that the mans claims about his cock were true. 

When they finally got home and Greg got his date undressed, he could barely believe his eyes. Surely this had to be the one. He tentatively lowered himself

At first, he was struggling to even get the head in, the girthy cock too much for his small hole, but he squeaked with surprise and pleasure as suddenly it began to slip in. At first he gripped it tight, but with each inch, the walls of his pussy felt like they were stretching and expanding, retreating away from the monster cock. Finally, the massive dick was fully inside him as he rode vigorously, but it was wrong. He wanted to feel stuffed up, it was the only thing that would satisfy this burning desire.

Had the feeling not been so all consuming, he might've realised this was what he'd wished for. A thirst that could never be quenched. A desire that could never be sated.

Instead, he was out for the 3rd night in a row, this time dragging two guys home. He let one fill his pussy, and sucked another. 

But even with this, he couldn't climax. He still felt empty. He yearned for satisfaction. And as the stranger came in his mouth, he wondered if they had a friend that would fill his ass...