The crazy yuri loving girlfriend and the terrified boyfriend.

[WARNING: An early piece I did myself, quite a while back, and grew bored of completing, even with its impressive 8k words. Recently finished. Features gender bender, domination, post orgasm torture, and yuri. Seriously, this thing is *Old* and all I did was add an ending and make a few very light touch up's.]

It had just been another normal day.

"Doesn't she look amazing? The things I would do to her, mmm!"

Yup, just another normal day. I'd been together with Ali for a few years now, 3 I think? Either way, it'd been pretty great. Although, she had her...quirks.

"Like look at her ass!"

"Please, don't be so loud!"

"Quiet Jason, you just don't appreciate fine art."

Yup, my girlfriend definitely had her quirks. Not just bi, no, but strongly bi, leaning towards females. A complete and total nympho perv for women and an "eh" for men. Romance and lust aren't the same thing, so, I've never really been worried though. Well except when she tried to get me to crossdress and told me that if I was a woman I'd "never be allowed to get off the bed" again.

Shudder

I love my girlfriend, but I never want to hear "soooo....have you ever heard of pegging?" ever again. No, no thank you, none of that now. I'll keep my anal virginity till I die and not a second less thank you very much. Though this...quirk, does make our dates rather hard at times.

"Jason, you're such a prude. I won't mind if you look a little you know?"

"Ah, but I've got everything I'd ever want to look at right in front of me."

"h-hey, you can't just do that! That's not fair and makes me feel really bad!"

"haha."

What a silly woman. Truly, I love her.

"So, Jason, same time tomorrow?"

"I might be a little busy but maybe the day after."

"awwww, okay."

She leans in close and I can feel her peck me on the lips really fast. haha, foul mouthed, perverted, but still has trouble with being romantic in public. Cute.

We say our goodbyes and truly, I think I could not be more blessed. I'm on paid holiday from my work, something about a gas explosion and "potential unforeseen circumstances". I've got a beautiful girlfriend who I'm definitely gonna marry one day and it's given me time to try and write. Which is why I might be busy tomorrow. Can't exactly write with my girlfriend hanging all over me and wanting to go go go all day. She tried to be under the table and give me a blowjob while I wrote once. I think I never made it past "In the beginning" haha. I live in a tiny apartment but at least it doesn't have any bugs or roommates. Hmmmm. Maybe I’ll invite my girlfriend to live with me? After I finish writing my first book at least or I’ll never be done. Before would’ve been hard but after the pay raise...well...hmmm.

*BOOM* 

Screech

Uggghhhhh

“Hey, hey you! Are you okay?!”

W-what happened? I feel like I was hit by a truck.

“Hey! Speak to me!”

“Ugghhh. What happened?”

I look up and see some kinda, lab coat guy? Huh.

“Seems like an explosion, hey, we should really get you to a hospital.”

A hospital? I think I’d rather just die.

“Hey, that won’t be necessary, I just fell. Thanks though. I’ll just go home and lie down.”

“WHAT! Kid, you might have a concussion or worse. We really need to get you to a hospital.”

“No no, I’m perfectly fine, thank you! Bye!”

“Wait!”

Nope nope nope nope. No hospitals. Nope. Un uh, not happening. Some may call me a coward...and they’d be right. And I’m fine with that! Really! I’m just not okay with needles okay?! I don’t like things...going into me. It's scary! Bah, whatever, just go home, lay down and let this all pass over.

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Ugghhhh, is getting up feeling like I was run over just a thing now? I remember getting home, laying down and then, did I even get out of my clothes? Ughhhh, what time is it? Worst concussion ever.

As I glance over to the alarm clock, to my right I see the date.

Oh good it's only been…..TWO DAYS?! What the fuck! I quickly shoot up and immediately fall on to the ground. Ugghhhhhhhhhhhh, what, what's wrong with my body?! It feels sore all over and what, what? I can feel things and lack of things and it's too much, my brain feels like it's on fire. I half crawl, half stumble and half pray my way into the bathroom and move towards the mirror. The mirror, the mirror, I need to see what's wrong, what's wrong with my body. What’s going on.

And I see… a woman. A woman with big breasts, long hair and oh... that’s me. Ah. Right. As I slowly fall to the floor my only thought is simple. “Waking up is gonna suck.”

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Okay. Okay, I’ve thrown up, stared at myself in the mirror, thrown up again and haven’t moved from my bed since. Woman, female. Right. No, not right. What? No, no more spiraling thoughts. Staring at the ceiling for three hours hasn’t helped, another three won’t help. Female, woman, no. No, I need, I need to think.

Explosion, hospital, something hit me. Okay, right, something, did this to me. Okay, okay! That means, something can undo this to me! Right?! Right! RIGHT!

I sit up in excitement and immediately crash back down. Ughhh, this new body couldn’t have been less sore? This isn’t just some kinda weird DNA change, my entire muscles are different, bones maybe too, facial differences, and my...fella...is just gone and replaced with a...NOPE. NOT THINKING OF THAT. Okay, whatever, the point is that this is magic. Or reaalllllyyy advanced science but probably god damn magic. Chromosomes would’ve been one, major, thing but every single element of my body all at once in just 2 days? Including removing and adding of flesh and even growing out my hair? No no no.

Definitely Magic.

So, so what now? Become a man. Right, I just gotta find out what caused the explosion and make it change me back. So, that means…

I quickly hop on to my computer and go to good old Oogle. After some very annoying searching, it seems like the explosion was from an old factory and was a gas explosion. So, what? Everyone who was exposed became female? Wait, no, that wouldn’t make sense. I wasn’t exactly walking alone, there were dozens of people on that sidewalk alone next to me. So, just me or was it selective? Gah, not enough info. I’ll just need to go back down there.

*ring ring ring*

Oh.

Oh fuck.

[Ali calling]

My girlfriend, that I was supposed to hang out with yesterday. Fuck.

[Hey. How’s it going]

[Where have you been? I called you like 6 times! I thought we were gonna hang out]

[I just got caught in writing.]

Oof, lying never felt good but this isn’t exactly a good time.

[Well whatever, let’s hang out! I’ll come by your place later today]

I actually dropped the phone. I could feel my entire body's blood supply leaving and I don’t think even an albino could compare to how pale I went. I actually almost threw up. My perverted, extreme nymph, yuri loving, loves me girlfriend, seeing me, as a woman.

All that went through my head was being strapped down and oh god no.

[Hey, now’s not a good time.]

[That’s why I said later, duhhh]

[Today’s not a good time. I’m working really hard on writing right now.]

[Awww, come on. I’ll just visit for a few hours and you can go back to it, I promise.]

[Sorry, maybe another day. Today just is a really bad day for it.]

[Bah! Fine! But then we better hang out tomorrow!]

ONE DAY?! Can I really change back to male in a single day? There’s no chance.

[Maybe, no guarantees. Sorry. I just really need to focus right now. I love you. *smooch*]

[What! Gah! Fine, I get it, you’d rather write than hang with your girlfriend. I love you too but I might just stop by tomorrow anyway hehe.]

If I keep dropping my phone from shock it's gonna break. I’m gonna break at this rate. Stopping by suddenly, she sees me and suddenly her hands are around my waist and moving down as I bleh. Oh god, I’m gonna be sick. I can’t, I can’t let that happen! Got to get down to that damn factory right now! But...my clothes...damn it.

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I’m deeply ashamed. Deeply. I’m wearing my girlfriends clothes. My clothes didn’t fit and fuck. Just, Fuck. Whatever. As I’m heading back down to the factory, I’m silently thankful for the most embarrassing time of my entire life. My girlfriend once made me crossdress and she took it too far. She actually made me walk out in public. Yes. Really. The fucking perv. She does that, taking things too far. If it hadn’t been for that though, I don’t know if I could’ve walked out in public like this as a woman. No one’s looking at me, not really, not like I dressed like a stripper before coming out and I had the presence of mind to at least wear a bra. Which is also humiliating in its own way. I’m bigger than my girlfriend. God, and people want this?

Hair gets in your way, breasts jiggle, I can feel a space between my legs and that is creepy and my entire body just feels, weird. Sooner we get to the factory the better.

And lo and behold, I get there and it's policed off with that yellow tape all around it. Barricades too, which is a bit odd. Now, now what? Uhhhh, fuck.

“M’am, can I help you? M’am?”

Oh, me, right.

“Y-yes, I was wondering, was there any more information about this?”

“Seems to just be a gas leak ending with an explosion. Pretty rare and never this bad, but not exactly a lot more info to be had. Why? Did you want to know something in particular?”

Hmm

“Was anyone hurt? Was there anything weird happening to the people nearby?”

“Ah, no worries, we got here as soon as we can and we’ve already checked up on everyone that was in the area. No injuries or anything.”

Fuck, this is going nowhere.

“This might sound weird, but was there a guy in a lab coat? I remember seeing him and was worried.”

“A lab coat? That’s not very specific, half the factory was dedicated to research after all apparently. Name or a face?”

“No… I just remember seeing him at the time.”

“Well, if you need any more help, feel free to contact the police.”

That went nowhere! I nearly tripped over my own words hearing myself talk and my only lead was probably just a random researcher. Wait, what were they researching?

“Ah, sir, do you know what they were researching here?”

“Hmm? I think it was just dog food.”

Hmm, probably a cover. So, find the lab coat guy, force him to tell me what's going on at the threat of suing him, and change back. Good plan. Now how do I find him? Gah, we can work on it tomorrow, this has taken all damn day and it’ll be night by the time I get back.

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As I was heading back to my apartment, it was the light that warned me. My apartment faces the outside of the building, so if you look up from the front door, you can actually see the windows. And the light was on. I don’t leave lights on. Someone’s in my apartment.

Before my brain exploded into a massive conspiracy theory and my heart could go from “extremely scared” to “exploding terror”, I checked the garage and to my relief and fear, my girlfriend's car was there. So no murder or conspiracy, just my girlfriend who is probably going to go too far if she sees me and rape me. Right, better. I have to get out of here. As I was fleeing at the brisk pace of “not quite a run” I looked up and saw her, looking down. Oh shit. I don’t think she saw me but I gotta GO.

Ugghhh, what now. Hotel? Yeah, hotel room. What the hell am I even supposed to text her? God damn it, this just got complicated. Hotel room, tomorrow I ask the police about the guy I saw, find him, threaten to sue him, have him fix me. Damn good plan, proud of it.

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For once, I did not wake up feeling like I was hit by a truck. Till about 10 seconds later.

[You weren’t home.]

Fuck, what am I suppose to say to that?

[Yeah, I went out briefly. Were you at my place?]

[Yeah, I stopped by. Thought you might want to relax.]

Gah, that nymph, always horny.

[I did, briefly, that's why I wasn’t home]

Not even technically a lie, that damn walk made me very relaxed, it gave me a plan of action.

[So, gonna be busy today too huh?]

[Yeah, probably. Sorry, I’ll come to your place on the weekend.]

[Jason’s, that’s 3 days from now]

Oof

[sorry]

She didn’t text back. God damn it, this is ruining me. But I know her. I love her but, I just, can’t trust her. Not with this. She’ll play and then she’ll play some more and then she won’t stop. Hell, she warned me of that kinda thing when I was a guy. There’s no way.

After a quick stop by my house (thankfully the lights were off, thank you convenient warning) I could change clothes and left again. All I have to do is go to the police and ask about the lab coat guy. Simple right?

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As it turns out, not simple. Asking about someone simply because “you’re worried” and “you saw them hurt'' is not enough for the police to give you their information. I was able to get them to give their boss my number, so they can pass it down, so that’s something. Wouldn’t even give me the boss guy’s number. So I can literally do nothing but wait. What a god damn joke, I’ve got 3 days till I’m basically raped. Or come up with a really big lie.

I walked home and just laid down. I’d been panicking, running and going all over. I hadn’t even really taken stock of my body and I will continue to not do so. In some other time or place, maybe I’d be interested (not in that way!) about how this works. Or what this could mean or more and more. Instead my DOOM is approaching at rapid speeds. Hell, I had to barricade my door, in case my girlfriend comes while I’m sleeping.

I’ll just play video games all day and sleep. Maybe actually get some writing done.

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I knew today was gonna be awesome. Because it started with a phone call.

“Am I talking to a miss, Jason?”

Ah, man, that’s still weird.

“Yes, that would be me.”

“I’ve heard you’ve been acquiring about one of my researchers. You may not have said his name, but there's only one with the comb over you mentioned. Can I ask why you want to talk to him?”

Thankfully, I’ve had time to prepare.

“I didn’t want to tell the police, but the explosion knocked me down pretty hard and he was worried about me. He suggested I go to the hospital when I saw him and I took off running. I’ve been feeling pretty bad ever since and I just wanted to know that there was nothing weird about it. I haven’t heard anything back from the hospital yet and I’m more worried about my health then pressing charges.”

Just tell the truth. The fear of being sued is pretty damn strong after all.

“Oh my! Of course, if it wouldn’t be a problem, I’d like to meet with you right away and discuss this. Would you like to meet at the local Donald’s on 8th street?”

“Sure, I just want to know I’m safe you know? Heard there were all kinds of chemicals in that explosion.”

“Absolutely, we’ll discuss this more in person.”

YESSSSSS. Progress. Sweet sweet progress. Maybe they’ll give me the magical serum for free and I can sign some kinda non disclosure agreement. Or maybe I could even convince them to let me know more of what's going on than just that. This has got to be some kinda massive conspiracy.

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“Hello, it’s great to see you in person Jason.”

“You too Mr. Rem”

“Ah, just Rem is fine. So, I hear you took a nasty fall from the explosion and were worried about what kind of chemicals could’ve been released?”

“Absolutely. My body has felt weird ever since.”

Understatement of the year award might actually go to me.

“Well have no worries, there’s been a full analysis of our corporation and testing facilities and I can gladly report that all chemicals used in the on site dog food are benign. It was the first thing early responders wanted to know after all, whether they were walking into a chemical hazard. Although the explosion was terrible, none of what was involved would have any negative effects on people.”

That, was the least helpful and worst possible thing I probably could’ve heard. Even telling me you can’t reverse it, is better than not knowing anything about it, because then progress could be made to work on reversing it anyway. God damn it, what now? Okay, all in.

“So, there wouldn’t be any, gender related chemicals involved?”

“I’m sorry? No, not that I could say. Nothing that affects any specific gender of dog or in this case person more than any other. If you have any doubts, I could email you a copy of the chemicals used, none of it is proprietary info and you could have it fact checked.”

“No, thank you. It’s been good meeting you Mr. Rem”

“You as well Miss Jason.”

What now? He seems totally confused. Is it really a conspiracy? Did he just not know, was there a secret chemical being worked on under his eyes? Maybe there was a completely different cause? There was a similar gas explosion at my own work but I was nowhere close to that. Maybe I was hit by the gas and only affected after a solid shock? That doesn’t even make sense. Plus it happened right after the explosion, the two have to be related, but if not through a chemical, then, how?

“Ah, If it’d be alright with you Mr. Rem, could I have the man’s number I mentioned before? He did check up on me after the explosion after all.”

“Ah, sure thing.”

The researcher might have done something to me. Maybe. Ughhh, I’ll just go home, call him, drop hints and see where that lead goes. Frustrating but, after all...he was outside when the explosion happened so, maybe, he knew it was gonna happen?

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Light off, that's good. Girlfriend's car’s not here, also good. I make my way into the apartment, and as I close the door, the lights turn on. I think my heart nearly leaps out of my chest and into the sky. There, sitting in front of me, is my girlfriend. OH FUCK.

We just stare at each other for a long, long moment. My terrified face and her completely neutral face. No, wait, pretty sure that's morphing into anger.

“So, who, exactly, are you?”

Ah, she doesn’t recognize me. Maybe, I can, escape?

“Housekeeping?”

“Very funny. You see, this is my boyfriend’s apartment. And you’re wearing my clothes.”

“cough well, they’re.. good clothes?”

She just stares.

“Where’s Jason?”

“Ah, umm, busy?”

If she was angry before, she’s furious now.

“Let me spell this out for you, you bitch. Jason misses our date, saying he was writing. He then says he’ll be busy all day writing and I go to surprise him. He’s not here. I see you, in my clothes, leaving after approaching the building and seeing me. Later, I see our joint account charged for a hotel room. Jason then says he can’t see me till the weekend. I go back to here and decide to check what he’s been writing. He hasn’t written anything, at all, since our last date. And finally, I see you, check the light and then check the garage for my car, still wearing my clothes. And then finally, I go up here and wait, you show up. So, I’ll ask one more time.”

“Where is Jason?”

Oh. Oh this is really really really bad.

“I’m not cheating, Jason, isn’t cheating.”

“Mhm. I’ll ask him that myself thank you very much.”

“I, can’t tell you, where he is.”

For a split second, I am sure, she’s gonna kill me. I’ve never seen her this angry, ever. Hell, I’ve hardly seen her truly angry at all. She just stares at me in silence and forcefully calms down.

“You know what I think? Jason’s a coward and he’s hiding from me.”

Ow. That hurt, really bad. True though.

“And you’re covering for him. Jason loves me and I think, somehow, you two got involved and now he’s cheating and scared to face me. And you admitted, you know where he is. So, you’re gonna tell me where he is. OR, I’m going to hurt you.”

I’m Terrified, she’s dead fucking serious. Oh my god, I’m going to get my ass god damn beat if I don’t tell her right the fuck now or come up with a golden god damn lie. Is it too late to say I’m my own estranged sister? I’ve got the looks, but, would she believe me?

Looking at her completely calm face and hands that look ready to shatter from how hard they’re clenched, I’m gonna say no, no that’s not gonna work.

But if I tell her? Alright, it's time to try...some...honesty.

“I will explain, please, don’t hurt me.”

“Mm”

“Jason isn’t cheating, he’s really not. But, something happened and he doesn’t want to see you right now, because he’s really scared, of what will happen if he does. I swear, on my life, that he hasn’t cheated with me.”

She’s not calming down.

“I might believe that, if Jason said that, instead of a stranger. If I call him right now, would he answer?”

“.....no.”

Her hands clench and she starts walking forward.

“Wait wait wait wait! Ask any question and I’ll answer it as best I can, I promise!”

I’m not getting my ass god damn wrecked by my girlfriend, no contest, she will literally be able to murder me. She’s not exactly a prissy girl. A pure tomboy more like, I’m pretty sure she’d give boxers a run for their money. I don’t feel like dying today.

“Where’s. Jason.”

Fine God, FINE. I give up, just please, I beg of you, have her be too angry to be horny. Please. PLEASE.

“He’s in this room.”

Her look of shock is pretty funny, not gonna lie.

“...what. He’s here, now? Is he hiding in the fucking closet?!”

“Ali...our first date I took you to blue moon gardens cuz it reminded me of a song. I was nervous and you made sexual jokes and the waiter winked at me and you laughed so hard your soda came out of your nose. You want to have sex every day but try to only do every other day so I can “recharge”, you hate the color pink on you, you are scared of hippo’s and I truly fucking hate cross dressing. Panties feel terrible on my balls.”

Ali just stood there, from angry, furious, murderous, to stunned and now, completely shell shocked. I waited and just stood there, while her eyes bored into me like two dead lasers. Like some kind of super scanner, set on complete and utter blankness. Kinda, awful, not gonna lie, to be stared at so intensely.

“Holy fucking shit, Jason?”

“Uh, Hi, Ali, ha ha…”

“You. You’re a woman.”

“Y-yeah.”

“You’re, oh my god, it worked, you’re a woman, oh my fucking god.”

“Yeah, I’m a- wait what?”

Can we go back a second?

“What worked?”

“I didn’t think, I thought it was just a dumb thing, a you know, a total fake, a gag thing, I mean why would it have, you’re actually, oh my god, oh my fucking god, Holy shit, Hell yeah, this is so awesome, this is great, this is it, this explains so much, but why? What was, oh my god I need to sit down.”

“Ali, ali, come back to me Ali. What did you do?”

“I just, there was this little box thing. It was at the bottom of my cereal, total toy thingy. And it said to make a wish. And so, I was all like “Man, I wish my boyfriend was a girl” and then, wow, you’re actually female. Oh my god, holy shit.”

The fuck? Could something that fucking ridiculous really cause this? Couldn’t it just be a coincidence with the gas thing?

“Are you, sure that was what caused this?”

“I mean, I guess? What else could it be! I made the wish, the little son of a bitch glowed and then disappeared. I thought I'd just knocked it away or one of the cats had taken it while I wasn’t looking cuz man, it was a bit bright but no! It really, it really did it.”

Okay, magical wishes in fucking cereal boxes are a thing now. Great. Awesome. I’m gonna be eating cereal for the rest of my god damn life in order to try and find a second one.

“Ali, what have you done?! I’m stuck as a woman until we figure out a way to change me back!”

That seemed to have snapped her out of her reverie.

“Change you back?! But why! This is so great Jason, this is the greatest thing ever. I love you, I love you so much and now, and now your body is just so, this is the best thing to ever happen to me!”

Her horny eyes were coming out, this was bad.

“Yes! To you! Not to me! I’ve been terrified and scared and worried and trying so hard to turn back these last few days. I had to go outside in this god damn thing and try to find out what happened and go out of my way to avoid you, so you wouldn’t god damn rape me and now, now I’m just, stuck like this?! Forever?! I don’t wanna be a woman Ali! I was perfectly fine being a man. I liked having a dick! I’m a coward and I’ve never been more god damn scared of the world and of you!”

This was all, a bit too much. For both of us, as that clearly hit her like a hammer.

“Jason...I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it’d work, it was just, just a dumb little ring in a cereal box. I didn’t know it’d work. I’m so sorry.”

She came up to me and hugged me close. God damn it. I know it's not her fault. I know. Pretty sure I once wished to blow up the world when I was a kid on a rock, childish wishes aren’t granted for a reason. And I still love her and it feels so damn good, to have her here with me and not to be so terrified and alone anymore.

“Jason, are you...crying?”

“Shut up.”

Men can cry damn it.

Even transformed men.

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After some cooling down, me and Ali got a chance to talk without exploding into emotional storms.

“Jason. You don’t have to be scared of me you know. It’ll be okay.”

“Ali, I’ve dated you for 3 years. Let’s not lie to ourselves. You’re going to wanna touch. Then you’re gonna wanna touch more. And go lower. And then you’re gonna get horny and then you won’t be able to stop. You are a barely controlled sex addict with total dominance tendencies. It’s already been 4 days and just seeing me like this, I’d bet you can barely stop from attacking me.”

“..hey…”

Ali really didn’t have a good defense, cuz it was all true. Maybe at one point, she would have had more control but it’s not like I was shy on the love, she can’t handle going from being “fed” for 3 years to “starvation” at all.

“So...what do we do?”

Sigh

That’s the golden question and it doesn’t have a simple answer. There’s no light, gentle, leaning into it here. She can try and maybe under different circumstances, she could be, but, romance and her biggest fetish smashed into one thing? Nah. She’ll straight up rape me with a capital R. Fingers smashing into places, rubbing against me, squeezing, hooked legs into heavy tribadism, wouldn’t put it past her if she couldn’t stop herself from her face down there and not stopping for hours. And then the actual sex maniac will come out. And it won’t be a one time thing, she’ll want to do it tomorrow and the next day. No, that’s too light. She’ll want to do it constantly till her stamina and body breaks. Even as a guy, I’d probably beg her to stop on day one. I might even enjoy the first hour, but the second? Third?

“I don’t know. You can’t control yourself and even if you miraculously could, I’d still have to have sex as a female.”

Another heavy silence. I get the erotic aspect of it all, but its not, small enough. Gentle enough. It’s not like I was worried about some easy thing. I’m going to be destroyed. Fucked till I literally beg for her to stop.

“...should…”

“Hmm?”

“Should we...break u-”

“No.”

“But Jaso-”

“NO.”

No fucking way.

“Listen Ali, I’m scared of things going into me, I’m scared of feeling good as a woman and separate from those, I’m scared of what you’re going to do to me. But I love you and I’m not going to let some fear and future trauma stop that.”

I saw her lean in for a kiss but I leaned away. I had to ruin the moment before it went further.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to go crazy and, do things. I know. I’m going, Oh my god, I’m going, to let you. I want you to prepare and, tie me down. Otherwise, I'm definitely going to try to throw you off and run away in the middle of this. Do everything you want to do to me and get it all out of your system. For as long as you want. I know you, and I know that you’re the type to do something 80 times in a row and then get bored and do it every once in a while. It’ll, it’ll just be like when we started our sex life. Explosive and then, casual.”

“...Jason, that, are you sure? We could just go slowly.”

“No, No Ali you won’t. You’ll push and push and push and then I’m gonna try and stop you. You do remember when we first started right?”

“Ah. But Jason, can you handle, doing things like this?”

“No Ali, I can fucking not. But I love you and you are a sex addict. It’s either you tie me down and I give you permission to cause me immense trauma, or we break up and I've made my choice. Now, go home. I need to sleep and you need to prepare. We’ll do it, we’ll do it tomorrow. Oh god.”

Ali leaned in and hugged me.

“I love you Jason and, thank you and I’m so sorry that I’m li-”

“Shut up, don’t apologize. This is just, karma. A great woman for 3 years with daily sex had to have at least one downside haha”

She just hugged me harder.

“Ali, really, prepare. Get it all out of your system. I’d rather this be short and painful, rather than long and painful.”

“..okay.”

Ali may have cared, she may have loved me, she may feel truly guilty for all the extreme measures I'm gonna feel, but she can’t hide it from me. More than anything, she’s excited, horny and a healthy dose of sadistic. As is her nature haha. Oh god. I’m gonna need therapy.

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I tried to think if there was another way, maybe I’m being really really stupid and we just do things slowly and normally. Then I remember that when we first started she sucked me off and then kept going till I forced her to stop, physically. How she warned me that she’s forceful before we started dating when I was a man. When she went out of her way to describe why we should never do bondage and what happened to the one time she did that with a guy. No, if we do it slowly, that's just asking to be unprepared and to have basically this spread out over time. I’m the type of guy that’d rather be punched once at 5x strength then punched 5 times. The fear of it happening again is just, too much. One time trauma is enough for me thanks.

You know, I feel like, other guys would be excited to experiment or would worry about more practical stuff like ID and their whole life now being female but that would kinda be like a man worrying about a gun vs a nuke. My girlfriend is a nuke.

[Are you sure about this?]

Ah, text messages, how I love thee.

[Yes.]

[Jason, I promise to somehow make this up to you.]

Yeah, maybe paying my therapy bills.

[Come to my place.]

Welp, time to die.

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“Hey Ali.”

“Hey.”

We’re in her room and I see she's got a whole bag prepared but i'm trying really, really hard to not think about it. Nope, just gonna pretend everything is normal. Those bondage cuffs attached to the posts? Totally not there.

I see her lick her lips while looking at me, like a predator.

“Strip.”

“Well hello to you too.”

“Now.”

It’s to be noted that Ali is already naked. Her gorgeous toned body and tied back ponytail hair. She looks like an athlete. Nice perky breasts, C cup in size. Of course I had to be rocking double D’s like some kinda horrible nightmare. Anyway, I’m getting distracted. She looks great and now I just have to strip. Right, easy. Fuck.

I start to take off my shirt and just get it over with as fast as possible. Don’t think about it, it's just nudity, it's fine, it's fine. Next the pants and I didnt even wear underwear to this cuz that just seemed easier. I watch as Ali just stares at my naked body and touches herself and not lightly. God thats so hot and oh my god, I’m getting wet as a woman and it feels so weird and

“Anyway, next next, wh-whats next.”

Sympathy crosses her face for a second before absolute desire replaces it.

“Lay on the bed, like a starfish. We’re doing this spread eagle.”

I do and she clips my wrists and ankles to the four bed posts. There is now literally no way out of this. I am not the hulk, I can not rip these off. I’m screwed. Okay, just calm thoughts, it’ll start off fun at least, kinda. Right? Yeah, this is still sex, it’ll be okay, at least, in the beggining.

Ali looks down at me and then crawls onto the bed. She’s being careful not to touch me. She leans her body down and looks into my eyes and starts making out with me. I can feel her lips on mine and her tongue starting to play inside my mouth. It’s a long, playful, passionate kiss full of equal parts love and lust.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Ali”

And then she gets off the bed and starts looking for something inside one of the bags.

“So, Jason, I felt like, well...if you talk, when, when things start to get really intense and asking me to stop, it could be...distracting.”

Yeah, yelling STOP and HELP can be pretty distracting.

“So, I uh, I’m, I’m going to block that.”

“A ball gag? Those things always get drool everywhere.”

“No. Not a ball gag, those still allow plenty of sound.”

I actually don’t believe what I’m seeing. Ali pulled out a muzzle. A tight muzzle. A thick, tight muzzle that looks like it wraps around the jaw, to prevent it opening and sound from leaking out.

“Wai-”

And that was literally the last thing I said before she firmly man handled and cranked the muzzle on to me. Forget talking, I don’t think a sound could escape my closed mouth and out this thing. The air from my nose would probably make more racket.

Ali looked down and looked like she was now in total bliss. I could understand, from her point of view, unless she directly looks at my face, and even then, she couldn’t really feel my resistance, twisting body not counted as that could just be pleasure when we start.

She immediately sat down on top of me, her vagina touching mine and wrapping both her legs around one of mine like it was a pole. She was now technically facing my left. So this is that scissoring thing. So far, it’s alri- and then she started vibrating? No, grinding against me. Rubbing her vagina back and forth across mine, wetting me. I could feel her warmth through the wetness and-

Ah

I flushed red, because I knew I’d have just moaned if I was able. It just felt, really good, pressing and rubbing and ah, warm. It reminded me of when she’d grind on me but more, more? And I felt like she was trying to, aim for something? I kept twisting my hips a little but she kept moving in the other direction till-

Mmm!

“ahh, finally managed to get your clit.”

It felt, it felt like like electricity was coursing through me. Ali started to speed up and go and go and ahh ahh, like a sander she just kept going back and forth and it was all building up and I was pouring out liquid and it was just, so much. I tried to resist, I didn’t, I just, I wasn’t, I couldn’t think. When you’re about to cum, you resist, every guy knows that. It was instinctual, crossing the gender change. I may have not have been able to think but my body reacted and so it just kept going and going for minutes, building and building, like a bonfire until, until

AH

Instead of an explosion, it felt more like, I had boiled over and all of it was releasing from me but also still building. My entire body felt like it was on fire, my nerves were electricity itself, my toes curled, my breath hitched, the waves and buildup was still building but also releasing now, like constantly filling up a bathtub with boiling water. I was moaning and thrashing and my eyes rolled back. My hips were moving on their own, trying to grind for more pleasure. I felt like an animal. Slowly, achingly slowly, the overflowing feeling slowed down and I was left just feeling hot and warm from my very core and electric from every piece of me. It was amazing. It was horrifying. No wonder Ali was a sex addict, that boiled over feeling, she must want to stay in that state all the time.

As I cooled down a bit more, and my eyes decided now was a good time to look up, I could tell Ali was grinning down at me with the widest smile imaginable. Pure smugness and, sadism?, radiated off the woman. How strange, I was warmed to the core, electrified and now also frozen stiff.

“Hehe, should I have expected this? It’s not like I’ve never been with a woman and it’s not like I haven’t watched amatuer porn or virgins first time, but really, this is, incredible.”

Ah, that cold feeling in me has become terror. My old friend, how I hate you.

“I’ve never seen someone, well a woman, get off so easily or so fast.”

And before I could respond, well, breath sharply through my nose at her, Ali was off and reaching her hand towards my face.

“For being such a good girl, I’ll take this off and you can have a little break. BUT, you have to eat me out. And I’m using the mouth prop.”

Fuck. With the mouth prop too? Fuck, No way. I hated eating Ali out. I was actually going to say no, before I looked at the bags there, sitting, menacingly full of who knows what and said yes instead. Curse you fear. Curse you.

“Oh? Hehe, it's been so long. Now, hold still.”

Ali quickly removed the muzzle and before I even had time to curse her out and damn her to death, her hands were in my mouth shoving satans hell spawn, mouth props, into the sides of my gums. Thin pieces of comfortable plastic that goes on the outside of the teeth, on the sides, to keep the mouth from fully closing. She got them from a dentist of all things.

As I was muttering out a pretty damn garbled “fwuk yu” I felt ali sit herself on top of my face. Already I could feel her juices, and, mine, I guess, rolling down into my mouth. Ewww. I could feel her roiling on top of me, rubbing her wet vagina into my lips and slightly open mouth. I seriously considered just laying like that and not doing anything. Till of course Ali used the stick.

“Hey, get to licking or I’ve got a dildo your ass will learn to love.”

Ah fear, the great enemy. I was licking and shoving and really just moving my tongue all around. My oral skills were probably honestly terrible but that didn’t seem to bother Ali, the sadist. She got off more to me not wanting and being forced to do something. I could feel all her folds and juices going down into my face. There was never really a taste, at least with Ali. Just gross, sometimes thick, wetness. That nightmare continued...and continued...and continued till my tongue started to get tired and my stomach was unhappy at me for doing something I felt was gross for so long. It must have been a good ten minutes of just pure eating out before I felt Ali shift. We almost never did oral, but I had memorized that shift the second time. She never gave warning, she just-

*woosh*

-squirted. I could feel the slick “technically not urine Jason” liquid rolling down into my mouth and all over my face. It was always a whole bunch, like someone spilled a glass of water on to me. It was warm, wet, thick and disgusting. I gagged and sputtered and spit and it probably only made it all that much worse. I hated it, a lot and she was forcing me to swallow most of it. I had no idea how Ali controlled it, she wasn’t even normally a squirter and could orgasm without doing it but anytime we did oral, she did it on purpose. She absolutely loved the idea of being able to “cum” like a guy into someone's mouth. My hate only made it more “real” to her. Gross

Ali got off, less figuratively this time, looking as refreshed as if she had just gotten out of a shower. She leaned down and removed the damn mouth props at least.

“Did you enjoy your break?”

“No. You know how much I hate that normally, let alone with those stupid fucking props.”

“Well, did you enjoy your first female orgasm at least?”

At that, I admit, I may have blushed and had difficulty looking her in the eye.

“Come on, tell me. How’s it compare to a male’s orgasm?”

“It’s...nice. Less, uh, explosive and, addicting but more... constant. I guess I was worried about nothing.”

At that she seemed to suddenly look guilty and reach for the muzzle. I had a really bad feeling about that.

“Uh, maybe, we don’t really need the muz-”

Fuck. This thing has to be illegal. I had my mouth open when she put it on and it forced my mouth closed. Evil.

She went over to her bags and pulled out a- NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO. I struggled, I pushed and shook and pulled and pulled at the cuffs tying me. I tried to somehow remove the muzzle via tongue and pure will. I kicked as hard as I could while tied down.

Ali was very pointedly ignoring me. She was too busy putting on the god damn strap on. Part of me knew this was coming, part of me. But it’s kind of like how someone with an extreme fear of needles know’s vs seeing it. It looked, so fucking big, to my eyes. And so god damn long. It was like my eyes had zoom on them and it was becoming a monolith of impossibility. I didn’t want that inside, I didn’t want anything inside me. I felt my heart beat, my blood grow thin, I felt like I was going to faint and any good feelings were blasted from me. No no no no no no.

Ali approached.

She said something, I didn’t hear it.

She was wearing it. The thing. She was wearing it.

She coated it, with lube.

She, she, she’s lined it up with me. Noooo noooooooo.

I felt her fingers, her hands, pulling on my vagina and for the first real time, I think I was hyper aware I had a completely alien anatomy to what I was use to. I could feel myself, stretching a little. It was, I didn’t like it.

I closed my eyes and then…..uncomfortable?

It was just….uncomfortable. I felt her pushing it in slowly, extremely slowly and I started to feel...full? No, uhh, the same way it feels when you have something in your hand or in your stomach. Filled? And then before going any deeper, she pulled it out a bit and it felt….okay? It wasn’t awful.

“Breathe Jason, just breathe, it’ll be okay.”

I hadn’t even noticed that Ali was almost horizontally on top of me, only at a slight angle for the strap on. She was looking into my face and had her hand on my head.

“Scaredy cat.”

Rude.

She leaned back and started to go slowly. It felt really weird. Really weird. Being filled and then, slightly, unfilled? I’m a guy not a linguist, idk, that's just how it felt. But she started to slowly go deeper and ah, it started, to feel, pretty, alright. Not so bad. And ah, deeper and a little faster and I could feel it, it was so big and long and it was, going in and out and in and out and faster and ahhhhh. Hah, hah, ali, was ramping up. I could feel her pushing deeper into me, her hands on my hips, the sweat pouring from my body, her juices still on my muzzled lips. I felt myself beginning to start pouring out again and coating the strap on, it slid-

AH!

I felt like I’d been skewered for a second. Ali pushed it all the way in, so deep and I squirmed around it. Then she pulled it out so agonizingly slowly and slammed into me again. Like a giant piston, slowly back, slammed forward, slowly back, oh god. It felt, it felt so fucking good. Even muzzled my body was trying to moan, I couldn’t help it.

More and more and more and more, it just kept going and, and, Ah ah ah Ah. I felt my body leaning into it, wanting it. I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t do anything. It had never felt so true. I was loving it, forcing into loving it, tied down unable to move, barely able to squirm, unable to so much as a talk and I was getting Fucked. Ali had gone off the deep end now and I felt like I was being absolutely jackhammered. I felt that same sensation from earlier build up, go through me and-

Ahhh

The world went white for a second and then as I felt myself still being pounded into a useless flesh heap, I think I actually blacked out for a second. I had become a hole, nothing more. Just something to be pounded into and out repeatedly, to be pistoned. It felt good, goood, goooooood,gooooooooooooooood, googogooooooo…

Mmmmm

My mind was becoming mush. Ali wouldn’t stop, she fucked me until I couldn’t know my own name, until I blacked out, until I came back, until it was starting to hurt, until it was starting to chafe, until I thought I somehow orgasmed again on top of the one I was still constantly feeling, until my eyes watered and my mouth panted like a dogs inside my head and then everything really went white and it was just pleasure and I felt my mind fraying….

I “woke up” a long time later to ali slapping me lightly across the face. Wait, no, that wasn’t light at all. I just couldn’t feel it but most people heads don’t move that much from light slaps.

“Jason. Jason. Jason. Jason.”

She just kept calling my name and slapping me periodically until I focused on her.

“Oh good, that took a while. You were really far gone. I was worried I’d have to come back.”

I looked at her and could make out that the strap on was off. I knew this, because besides it not being in me, it was also in her hand.

“Look how good you did! Such a Good Girl. Yes you are.”

The strap on had been black. Now it was so covered by what I can only assume was me that it was basically pure white. It was also dark outside. We had started at noon.

“Now, I’m not sure what to do next! I wanted to do anal…”

I screamed. I tried to scream. I failed.

“But we had just gotten done with the strap on. I felt something new was more than appropriate.”

Anal would have been bad. The fact that ali had come prepared to do that, meant that it was an inevitability and it made me start to cry. What she actually pulled out next, made me want to weep.

“So let’s go with the shock collar! It’ll only shock you if you move, so don’t worry. Oh! And I’ve got a feather for tickling you, a nice little bell in here, that’s really just for aesthetic purposes, some breast pumps, a leash and oh, a funnel. I’m going to need to go the bathroom soon so that’s for then. We won’t even need to remove the muzzle for that, I don’t think. Hmm, We’ll have to see. I also have a few different dildo’s and vibrator’s, a water hose, some candles, some….”

The list went on and on and I came to realize something awful. Something horrible. I believed this would be a single time thing, I had believed in my loving girlfriend’s guilty soul and believed this would just be intense sex. I was a fool. I had forgotten that for my girlfriend, love just means more. Not easier, more. And by all the god’s, I was getting more proof now than ever before that she truly, truly, loved me and only my sub standard body had been holding her back.

I was in for a very, very rough few days…

“And even a horse cock dildo!”

Might want to make that a week or more, at least……..

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