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My first caption made using Photoshop! It took me like an hour and a half to figure everything out, but I hope the final product is worth it! Not sure whether all my caps will be made using Photoshop in the future, but I imagine with time I'll get better and quicker at doing them...

I wanted to make this as good as possible because for the next week, I won't upload anything to work solely on the foxgirlification project, and have it out by the 8 month anniversary of this account on the 6th! Hopefully that will turn out well...

If you'd like to commission a caption from me, read this and DM me on Discord via Valine#5397: www.deviantart.com/attemptsatt…

And if you'd like to join my server, hang out, and take a look at the pics I find and might use in captions sometime: discord.gg/E9SvD3kVV4

Art by ozifgr: twitter.com/OziFgr/status/1563…

Transcript:
    “Hey, could you help test something out for me?” Derek’s voice wakes you from your nap and you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you stare at him sleepily. The “tech guy” of your friend group, he’s always trying out new gadgets and gizmos that he found or bought, so this time’s probably more of the same. “Yeah, sure…”
    Though still half-asleep, you can swear you see Derek smirk before saying, “Thanks, man!” and pressing a button on the remote control in his hand. “Now, if only your hair could be a bit longer for me…” “Hmm?” Not quite catching what Derek said, you sit up a little straighter, brushing the bangs that have fallen over your eyes and tying your shoulder-length hair into a loose ponytail. “Did you say something?”
    “No… I prefer short hair anyway.” “That’s a good thing then…” As Derek presses on the remote again you run a hand through your chin-length bob cut, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “So, what’s this remote supposed to do, anyway?” “I found it behind the school this morning! I think it can change the environment around it, or something.”
    “Really? Can I take a look?” You take the remote control and peer at it with a little confusion, seeing the bunch of different buttons and switches on top, labeled with different words like gender, ethnicity, hair color, body proportions… “It just looks like some stupid toy to me…” “Yeah…” Derek takes back the remote control and smiles at you, flicking one of the switches. “I wonder if the ‘gender’ part does anything?”
    You shake your head, the movement making the modest B-cup breasts on your chest jiggle, and you feel your enlarged areola tingle with sensitivity. “I don’t think it did anything…” For a moment, you feel like the voice coming out of your mouth is someone else’s, but that can’t be right - it’s just the peppy, tomboyish voice you’ve had all your life!
     “I guess so, huh? What about this one here? It says ‘breast size’...” “Pah! As if!” You thrust your chest out proudly, certain that there’s no way it’ll work - these babies are a pretty huge E-cup anyway! - only to yelp and turn into a blushing mess as the buttons on the front of your uniform shirt pop off, revealing the cleavage gap in between your assets.
    “O-oh…” Derek’s fiddling with the remote again, turning one of the dials slowly, and maybe it’s just your imagination? But with every passing second, your blush deepens and you start to feel a wetness in your panties… along with waves of pleasure emanating from the catch in between your legs.
    “Ah… a-ah…” “Huh! Maybe I should tune it down a little - at least for now…” Managing to regain some of your composure, you cross your arms and glare at Derek. “Why are you still playing with that thing? It’s obvious it doesn’t work!” “I haven’t tried out all of the options though! Maybe ‘ethnicity’ will do the trick…” Derek turns another dial.
    “What ‘ethnicity’ do you want me to be?” You smirk at Derek, sure in the knowledge that the gadget has failed yet again, hearing the faint accent to your English that just won’t go away, even though your family has moved to the States for years now. Though, it makes you happy to know that people here find it cute... “Is Japanese not exotic enough for you?”
    “No, no… I like it this way.” Derek shows you the remote again now, and one of the dials he was playing with before: ‘horniness’. “Do you think this will work, Eri?” As Derek turns up the dial you play along, blushing and moaning and using your hands to caress your own breasts and nether regions. “Oh, it certainly does~”
    “Good thing there’s a while before lunch time ends, then- oof!” You pounce onto Derek, eager hands pulling apart his shirt and opening the front of his pants to reveal a rock-hard member. “Ooh, that’s very big…” As you slowly lower yourself onto it Derek shivers and moans, body going slack and eyes rolling upwards. “You’re making this too easy~”
    You lift the remote from his hands and toss it away, hearing the delicate machinery shatter and break on the floor. “B-but the remote…” “Oh, forget it!” You slide yourself up and down, up and down, panting for breath like a mare in heat. “Why play with that thing when you have me right in front of you?”
    “Ohh… AHH!” It is only a matter of time before Derek succumbs, spasming and moaning as his shaft shoots out spurts of seed into your eager pussy, and you feel yourself climax as well, lifting yourself off him and sliding down to the floor, pleased with the pleasuring he has given you.
    For a moment a flash of confusion comes over you, accompanied by the wild idea that you had just been an ordinary guy, once. But you soon realize that couldn't be farther from the truth. You’re Eri, a Japanese girl who came with her parents to America at a young age, and always have been. And Derek is just one of the many guys you’ve had the pleasure of bedding…
    You shake off the confusion and try your best to button your shirt back up, though it’s super tight around your tits. “Come on! You don’t want the teacher to catch us, do you?” “No…” Though Derek still has a slightly glazed expression from all that has happened, you feel excited and reinvigorated - you could go for another few rounds if you liked! That’ll have to wait for after school, though…

Description
My first caption made using Photoshop! It took me like an hour and a half to figure everything out, but I hope the final product is worth it! Not sure whether all my caps will be made using Photoshop in the future, but I imagine with time I'll get better and quicker at doing them...

I wanted to make this as good as possible because for the next week, I won't upload anything to work solely on the foxgirlification project, and have it out by the 8 month anniversary of this account on the 6th! Hopefully that will turn out well...

If you'd like to commission a caption from me, read this and DM me on Discord via Valine#5397: www.deviantart.com/attemptsatt…

And if you'd like to join my server, hang out, and take a look at the pics I find and might use in captions sometime: discord.gg/E9SvD3kVV4

Art by ozifgr: twitter.com/OziFgr/status/1563…

Transcript:
    “Hey, could you help test something out for me?” Derek’s voice wakes you from your nap and you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you stare at him sleepily. The “tech guy” of your friend group, he’s always trying out new gadgets and gizmos that he found or bought, so this time’s probably more of the same. “Yeah, sure…”
    Though still half-asleep, you can swear you see Derek smirk before saying, “Thanks, man!” and pressing a button on the remote control in his hand. “Now, if only your hair could be a bit longer for me…” “Hmm?” Not quite catching what Derek said, you sit up a little straighter, brushing the bangs that have fallen over your eyes and tying your shoulder-length hair into a loose ponytail. “Did you say something?”
    “No… I prefer short hair anyway.” “That’s a good thing then…” As Derek presses on the remote again you run a hand through your chin-length bob cut, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “So, what’s this remote supposed to do, anyway?” “I found it behind the school this morning! I think it can change the environment around it, or something.”
    “Really? Can I take a look?” You take the remote control and peer at it with a little confusion, seeing the bunch of different buttons and switches on top, labeled with different words like gender, ethnicity, hair color, body proportions… “It just looks like some stupid toy to me…” “Yeah…” Derek takes back the remote control and smiles at you, flicking one of the switches. “I wonder if the ‘gender’ part does anything?”
    You shake your head, the movement making the modest B-cup breasts on your chest jiggle, and you feel your enlarged areola tingle with sensitivity. “I don’t think it did anything…” For a moment, you feel like the voice coming out of your mouth is someone else’s, but that can’t be right - it’s just the peppy, tomboyish voice you’ve had all your life!
     “I guess so, huh? What about this one here? It says ‘breast size’...” “Pah! As if!” You thrust your chest out proudly, certain that there’s no way it’ll work - these babies are a pretty huge E-cup anyway! - only to yelp and turn into a blushing mess as the buttons on the front of your uniform shirt pop off, revealing the cleavage gap in between your assets.
    “O-oh…” Derek’s fiddling with the remote again, turning one of the dials slowly, and maybe it’s just your imagination? But with every passing second, your blush deepens and you start to feel a wetness in your panties… along with waves of pleasure emanating from the catch in between your legs.
    “Ah… a-ah…” “Huh! Maybe I should tune it down a little - at least for now…” Managing to regain some of your composure, you cross your arms and glare at Derek. “Why are you still playing with that thing? It’s obvious it doesn’t work!” “I haven’t tried out all of the options though! Maybe ‘ethnicity’ will do the trick…” Derek turns another dial.
    “What ‘ethnicity’ do you want me to be?” You smirk at Derek, sure in the knowledge that the gadget has failed yet again, hearing the faint accent to your English that just won’t go away, even though your family has moved to the States for years now. Though, it makes you happy to know that people here find it cute... “Is Japanese not exotic enough for you?”
    “No, no… I like it this way.” Derek shows you the remote again now, and one of the dials he was playing with before: ‘horniness’. “Do you think this will work, Eri?” As Derek turns up the dial you play along, blushing and moaning and using your hands to caress your own breasts and nether regions. “Oh, it certainly does~”
    “Good thing there’s a while before lunch time ends, then- oof!” You pounce onto Derek, eager hands pulling apart his shirt and opening the front of his pants to reveal a rock-hard member. “Ooh, that’s very big…” As you slowly lower yourself onto it Derek shivers and moans, body going slack and eyes rolling upwards. “You’re making this too easy~”
    You lift the remote from his hands and toss it away, hearing the delicate machinery shatter and break on the floor. “B-but the remote…” “Oh, forget it!” You slide yourself up and down, up and down, panting for breath like a mare in heat. “Why play with that thing when you have me right in front of you?”
    “Ohh… AHH!” It is only a matter of time before Derek succumbs, spasming and moaning as his shaft shoots out spurts of seed into your eager pussy, and you feel yourself climax as well, lifting yourself off him and sliding down to the floor, pleased with the pleasuring he has given you.
    For a moment a flash of confusion comes over you, accompanied by the wild idea that you had just been an ordinary guy, once. But you soon realize that couldn't be farther from the truth. You’re Eri, a Japanese girl who came with her parents to America at a young age, and always have been. And Derek is just one of the many guys you’ve had the pleasure of bedding…
    You shake off the confusion and try your best to button your shirt back up, though it’s super tight around your tits. “Come on! You don’t want the teacher to catch us, do you?” “No…” Though Derek still has a slightly glazed expression from all that has happened, you feel excited and reinvigorated - you could go for another few rounds if you liked! That’ll have to wait for after school, though…