After my divorce it was the best decision I made for a while. I purchased a BJ device. Rather than having to jerk myself off when being horny, this device took care of me, with "lips" so soft, it felt like a real woman wrapped her lips around me.



Connected to my phone through Bluetooth it had thousands of programs, and so far I had only tried two or three. But after an update it offered a self learn option. It would experiment with different settings and based on my positive or negative reaction, it would adapt, and slowly select the perfect setting for me.



Quickly it became a habit right out of work, before putting on some more comfortable clothes, to slip the device on my cock and activate it through my phone. In ten short minutes the work stress was forgotten and I was relaxed.



Before bedtime I'd go one more time, so I'd sleep well. One time I fell asleep before I had taken the device off, and it created some wonderful dreams, during which the most beautiful women would blow me. And somehow, I'd still wake up super refreshed.



As the self learning feature became better and better, sleeping with the device on me became norm, rather than exception. My dreams started changing however. Still, beautiful women would suck me dry, but then after the deed they would kiss me in a very erotic way, and soon they'd share my own gunk with me.



One morning, after an exceptionally good fuck, a message appeared on my phone, suggesting I stick my tongue in the hole of the device. I wondered if this would be a way to mimic the wonderful kiss from my dreams, so I gave it a try. The device started fucking my tongue, and it felt indeed like the strong suction my dream women applied, sucking my tongue deep in their own mouths.



The first time I did this, there was a tiny touch of tasting myself. But the more this became part of my sexlife, the more of my own gunk I started tasting. And since I associated it with pure pleasure, I didn't mind, eagerly taking my reward at some point. It became harder though to get the reward, as the device would still suck my tongue in, but not let go of it, until I had eaten it all out. My tongue became very agile, in pleasing this device, before it would finally let me go.



Then one day a core appeared inside the device, and while my tongue was inside, the core worked its way into my mouth. It was harder and harder to eat the device out, but when I teased the core with my tongue, wrapping around it, and licking it, it started leaking from the tip straight into my mouth.



It actually became easier and easier this way, specially when I started sucking on the core at the same time. It would grow thicker in my mouth with enough pressure on it. The thicker and thicker it became, and the tip getting rounder and rounder, I could no longer ignore the fact that it felt like I was sucking a cock.



So, I decided to stop after the initial BJ. My phone kept sending me notifications to use my tongue on it, but I simply ignored them. Until I went for my next BJ that night that is, as the device would no longer suck me. Checking my phone it said that the cycle could not be broken, I had to eat it out first.



When I gave in and pulled it away from my dick, a bit of it stayed behind, covering my tiny, unsatisfied dick. It was rubbery and I couldn't get it off, as it was somehow wrapped around my scrotum. My phone beeped now, urging me to stick my tongue in the device, and I knew I had to finish the cycle. I had to work hard, sucking like never before, before it finally shot my reward and let me go.



Thinking it would now be ready to suck me again, I shoved it over my dick once more, but nothing happened. My cellphone notified me it was a penalty for breaking the cycle, and that it would work again in the morning. I was frustrated now, used to getting an orgasm each night, so I decided to do it the old fashioned way. Which failed miserably, as trying to make my dick grow hurt like hell due to the sleeve around my tiny member.



I didn't sleep very well that night. Any erotic thought hurt me and I made a conscious decision not to anger the device again. But in the morning I couldn't even shove it over my dick, the opening was blocked. Opening the program on my phone showed what I had to do. A picture made it clear I had to hold the device against my anal hole.



I wondered if this was still part of the punishment, but I didn't dare to anger it more, with my dick just a nub in a rubberlike cage. So I did what I was told, and I could feel the core slide into my rear. When it was all in I could pull the device away and now it was open so I could wrap it around my dick again. But instead of freeing my dick and sucking it, the only thing that happened was the thing in my rear starting to rotate and vibrate.



I couldn't help it, but it was a pleasant feeling, and my dick started twitching in the cage that was clearly there still. It wasn't as painful as before, but it was clear it was not going to grow like I was used to by now. Getting frustrated about it, my only relief was the movements in my rear, and I started concentrating on the small pleasure that it gave me.



It wasn't much, but by now I didn't need a lot to finally give me some relief. I could feel myself ejaculating in my little cage, as a tiny orgasm hit me. Compared to anything this device had done for me before, it wasn't very satisfying, but I took what I got. As long as I kept the cycle going again, things would go back to normal I figured.



I had to check my phone to see what to do next. Remove the device from my dick and push it back onto my rear. The cage was still there I noticed, as the intruder in my rear slipped back into the device. Then I had to push it on my mouth as the intruder pushed between my lips. I was very aware that thing had been in my ass just seconds before, but I knew I had to satisfy it, so I started sucking.



I was rewarded again with my own goo, and I was happy that it was no longer mad at me. The new cycle stayed however. As was the cage around my dick. I tried to get it off, but it caused pain in my balls and my skin, so I gave up quickly. I learned to clean my rear with the water from my hand shower, before I started the cycle. And sleeping was with the intruder in my rear.



My dreams changed as well. There were still beautiful women, but they had a male appendage between their legs where their pussy used to be, and instead of giving me a BJ, they took me from behind in my rear and they'd fuck my mouth. In my dream my body gave in to their intrusion, and started pushing back on their dick, until it hit my perfect spot. Then we would all come together.



Despite the cage I would still shoot my own load, which I had to eat all in the morning, by sucking what was clearly a dick by now. One more time I tried to break the cycle, simply by not trying to use the device. But somehow my dick started to grow, which was not possible and I ended up with an excruciating pain, so I quickly gave in again.



There was another punishment however. When I pushed the device into my rear so it could fill me up, the dick came out and slid into me, never to come out again. It would rotate and vibrate at random times, until I orgasmed. Luckily, I guess, if the device was not over my dick, I would not shoot my load, and embarrass myself, as long as I could hide my orgasm.



A new core grew, and soon I'd have two dicks in me, in my rear and mouth, shooting their own load, and I would come more and more intense, my throat establishing a pleasure area as well. My dick was never involved anymore, other than to milk my balls empty. That's when I noticed I started growing breasts. I don't know if it was all a mental state, or if the device mixed hormones with my own cum, but my breasts grew rapidly, as my skin grew softer.



My phone ordered me to completely shave my body all over and I had to grow out the hair on my head. Soon I was forced to wear a sports bra, panties and a corset. Then stockings, under my pants, but once home, I had to wear a push-up bra and a skirt or dress, and I had to practice walking in high heels.



My guess is that the BJ program sent it, but somehow my phone emailed the lady in HR, explaining my new gender identity. HR was okay with it, as long as I would wear feminine clothing only, as well as a chastity device, so I could use the ladies room, without any colleagues getting upset.



I was also expected to have a pure female haircut and wear makeup, and improve the look of my nails. But most importantly I had to choose a female name and change my driver's license and my bank accounts. I also had to take a pay cut, so I wouldn't make more than the other women in similar positions.



The loss of income was compensated by the BJ program, as men started coming to my door at night. I had to provide blow jobs to them, or take them in my rear. Some expected some fetish attire, and I spent my new income on leather and latex outfits and many, many shoes and boots. Sometimes I presented my clients with a BJ device, my BJ program would let me know, and make sure I had some in stock.



All in all, my life had taken a weird turn after my divorce, but I was genuinely happy, coming many times per night. After about a year the program had me scheduled for gender reassignment surgery, and I became a complete woman, which increased my income even more. The program suggested I gave up my day job and I moved into a bordello, so I could provide my services 24/7.



I never realized that after my surgery I did not need the device anymore, although a piece of it was still deep inside me. By now however I followed any order that the program gave me, without question, and it paid off dearly. I never considered divorcing this new life partner, as it made me happier than I ever was.