[TF: Extreme Feminization/Masculinization, Gender Reversal, Inanimate TF]
[CW: Sexual Depictions, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Seriously this is just more weird and ridiculous stuff, get out while you can]

Jane pulled out a large box from the back of her trunk, lugging it into the house. Setting it on the counter, she got to work opening it. By her best guess, she had a couple hours before Blake, her boyfriend, got home.

Once exposed, ripped free from its bonds of cardboard and styrofoam, Jane took in the sight of the hourglass that was within. The glass was perfectly clear, showing the strangely purple grains of sand. The actual hourglass was on a swivel, and was currently held horizontal in the frame so that the grains didn't fall in either direction.

Held against the base of each glass lobe of the timepiece was a gold plate. Each sheet of gold was engraved with intricate craftsmanship, depicting a scene that raised up over the edges of the glass. On one, it showed a crowd of women with oversized chests and asses, their waists impossibly thin and their orifices wide and open. The other golden plate was detailed with figures of men, their bodies each swollen with extreme bodybuilder levels of muscles, and between their legs hung massive phalluses and testicles that swung between their knees.

Jane wasn’t one for lewd art, and the imagery on the hourglass nearly turned her off of using it, but she remembered how much she spent on it, and what the shopkeeper had told her - and demonstrated to her. She sighed, and touched the golden plates on either side with the slightest edges of her finger tips.

Her breath was ragged for a moment, as it felt like an electric shock was moving through her skin. The purple sand inside the hourglass shimmered at the same time, and seemed to shift to a more pinkish hue. Then… nothing seemed to happen. Jane took a deep breath, took a look at the clock again, and then twisted the hourglass effortlessly in its frame such that the feminine gold plate was at the bottom. She watched as the sand remained affixed to the masculine plate as if by magic. Gravity only seemed to be allowing a singular granule at a time to tumble down to the opening and into the feminine side.


Jane rushed upstairs, stripping off her clothes and dimming the lights to the bedroom. Blake, as if on cue, predictably arrived after an hour of Jane waiting and ‘warming up’ for the fun ahead. He stopped at the doorway reaching for the light switch when he heard the faintest moan coming from the bed. He smirked; it wasn’t as if they hadn’t had wild sex before dinner before and their relationship was definitely healthy in that department.

His clothes hit the floor piecemeal as he walked into the room, finally reaching the bed as nude as his girlfriend. Blake clambered onto their bed and leaned in to kiss his girlfriend, stopping suddenly. Jane was beautiful, and Blake knew how fortunate he was to be with her, but she was never very busty. Yet, as he leaned in, her breasts sat between them as if a soft and plush pillow that she had never had before.

Jane knew this would be an issue for Blake, his loyalty to his girlfriend might make the situation confusing and kill the mood. She pulled him in to finish the kiss he started, and whispered breathily in his ear. “Come on baby, you saying you don’t like what I did for you?”

Blake was ready to go in an instant. The voice sounded like his girlfriend, but almost as if she was trying to be a pornstar. Figuring she was just trying to set the mood, he kissed back passionately against her soft lips and ran his hands along her sides. She seemed to be curvier than usual, her waist swooping in before blooming back to wide hips. He grabbed hold of her especially soft rear and grinned. He didn’t know what was going on, but he would enjoy it now and figure it out later.

The constant squirms and moans from Jane were good reinforcement, too. While she did know what was going on - at least better than Blake did - she was surprised by how extremely sensitive her body was, as though every inch of skin was now an erogenous zone. She could do little more than react to each touch and motion of her lover, which made her glad he was leading for the night.

It didn’t take long for Blake to actually get down to the deed itself; Jane’s sex was already wet and ready, and the mystery of what was going on didn’t deter Blake’s own readiness. For Jane, the events that followed were a hazy blur, as though the endorphins rushing through her blood were creating their own drugged fog in her mind, and by the time Blake had finished, she had already seen countless climaxes of her own.

Blake lay panting next to his lover, running his fingers through his hair. It was getting long faster than he expected; he’d have to get it cut soon. His hand traveled south along his body, trying to stir his slumbering member. Despite the thorough workout he just gave it, Blake typically could expect himself to be able to rise to the occasion at least another time or too. Yet nothing stirred down below, and it almost felt as though his cock was smaller and more retracted.

As she rolled over, Jane purred to her boyfriend. “Hey baby, are we going for round two?”

Blake looked at her and chuckled. "I would if I could, hun. Give me a moment…"

Jane eyed him over, and ran her fingers over his chest. "Your voice sounds different… and your muscles are feeling… Babe! Did you mess with anything in the living room before coming up here?"

Jane had already jumped out of bed, slamming on the lights. Blake squeaked and tried to cover up, but it was too late as his girlfriend ripped away the sheet. They took a long moment to look at each other.

Blake understood why Jane seemed to be subtly different. It wasn't overly dramatic, but she definitely seemed to have an hourglass figure for the first time in her life. Her hair seemed to also be more elegantly styled, her lips were puffy as though pouting. It was still his girlfriend: blonde haired and blue eyed, the same modest average height, only enhanced and more feminine.

Jane saw similar changes in Blake. His brown hair, normally cut quite short now danced along the top of his shoulders, and his brown eyes sparkled a bit more than usual. His face softened and rounded slightly, and the normally firm muscles adorning his body seemed to have melted away. She walked up closer, and saw how smooth and hairless his skin had become, and his cock and balls definitely seemed smaller.

She gasped, shaking her head. "You did mess with it!"

Blake widened his eyes, absolutely baffled at what was going on. "What, that crazy hourglass with the naked people? Yeah, I touched it and the thing shocked me. But I didn't move it, I left it how it was."

Jane sighed, sitting back down on the bed again. "No wonder I had stopped changing." She noticed Blake looking confused at her. "So, I went shopping today, and this shopkeeper had the hourglass. One side of it is male, one side is female. Whoever touches it gets their body changed, and it changes based on which side you turn to receive the sand."

Blake blinked. "So, you're saying I'm going to turn into a woman?" He whispered, incredulous.

Jane nodded, gently caressing his soft chest where breast tissue was forming as they spoke. "Honey, you're already starting to get there." She turned to walk out of the room. "I'm going to make dinner, I suppose. Come with me."

Blake dutifully followed his wife out to the living room. The hourglass, perfectly silent and still, seemed an ominous omen in his eyes now. Jane stopped as she stood next to it.

"You touched it last, so it's changing you. The sand is falling toward feminine, so turn it upside down. When you want the changes to stop, just make sure you rotate the hourglass sideways." Blake did as such, then immediately looked over himself. "The change isn't instant, dummy," Jane chided. "It takes time. It's an hourglass? Time is it's whole schtick."

Blake nodded, sitting down on a bar stool as Jane got to work cooking. She couldn't help but chuckle as he shifted on the stool, trying to get used to the extra padding his rear came with. He looked up at his wife, curiously, watching the sexed up version of her working. "Why did you get this for us?"

Jane turned, placing a hand on her hip. Her curves were in full display, and Blake could even see the moisture of her arousal dripping slowly at her crotch. "Are you telling me you don't find this hot and want to fuck me like this?" She turned back to the food before he had a chance to respond. "I figured, hey, I'll get a headstart, and by the time we finish round one, I'd be a lust driven bimbo, tell you how the hourglass works, you become a chiseled piece of man meat, and we fuck till the sun comes up and change back for work."

Grabbing the prepared food she just made, Jane walked back over to the table and Blake followed. "But someone was a curious boy and had to ruin my naughty plans!"

Blake blushed. "I'm sorry, how was I supposed to know you bought a magical hourglass that would make me a girl?" He shuddered, and looked up at her. "Did… did you ever plan for us to switch genders?"

Between bites of food, Jane noncommittally shrugged. "Well, I didn't plan on it happening. But we're both curious and adventurous people, I kinda figured it would happen eventually."

By the time dinner had finished, Blake was back to his old self. He gave a quick flex, and saw that new muscles were coming in. He watched as Jane cleaned the dishes, her plump ass and chest bouncing sensually as she cleaned. He was practically panting just from watching, and his member was more erect than ever before.

He couldn't help it, and barely had the wherewithal to turn the hourglass sideways so all the changes would stop. He walked up to his wife, pushing her face down over the counter she was working over. "I don't think I can just stand by and watch you any longer," he growled, his voice sounding more gravely and dominating than before.

Jane squealed in response, her heart racing in her chest. She couldn't help but let out a lewd moan as Blake pushed his length into her. No warm up, no foreplay, and yet his monstrously thick cock shoved in effortlessly. Her eyes rolled back and crossed as she was slowly impaled, her sex stretching unbelievably around his enlarged member.

There was an awkward bump, as Blake's cock was pushing through Jane enough that her midsection had a noticeable lump which had hit the kitchen counter. The pair giggled and Blake effortlessly lifted his wife against his chest. Thanking his new muscles, he carried her back to the bedroom and resumed his ravaging.

Her slit seemed to want him inside, as it was dripping wet and stretched so tightly it gripped his cock. He obliged, of course, grabbing her enhanced hips and slammed into her repeatedly. The wet sounds of sex, coupled with each of their pornstar-esque moans, sounded like they were fucking like this was their job. Over and over they kept at it, until finally Blake came, spraying his load deep into Jane. This, through the magic of her own changes, caused her body to lock up, her muscles aggressively convulsing as she had her own orgasm.

The pair kept at it for the rest of the night. Neither seemed to have issues with being ready to go, and their appetites made it hard to think of anything except more sex. It was on when they decided that 3am was as late as they could go before they'd end up missing work in a few hours, that they finally turned in.

===

Jane woke in an empty bed. She groaned softly, rubbing her sore slit. Her moans of discomfort quickly morphed into moans of pleasure, and Jane had to make a conscious choice to stop playing with her still-modified self.

Blake had already gone to work, so the morning felt uncomfortably still and lonely for Jane. She tried to busy herself with chores, taking the time to clean around the house and feed herself. Every path lead her by the hourglass on its perch in the living room. Every time she glimpsed the ornate piece of lewd art sparked a temptation inside her.

Ultimately she gave in, and by lunch she had turned it back to feminine again. She sat in front of the TV, starting an episode of her show. It wasn't to watch, at least not primarily. Instead, it was a timer, so the changes wouldn't get too out of hand before Blake got home.

An hour - an impatiently long, horny hour - went by, and the next episode started up again. Jane grumbled, slowly getting up to spin the hourglass sideways. She refused to look at her body, trying to ignore the changes to her sensations as long as possible. Hurriedly, she rushed to the bedroom and stared into their vanity mirror.

She looked like a Playboy model, with all the airbrushing and perfecting that came with it. She stroked her fingers across her skin. Flawless, evenly toned, with no sign of hair or pores. Up close, it was almost unreal, but from a distance she would look she stepped out of a centerfold.

Jane stripped off her clothes, her bra and panties hitting the floor. To her surprise, her breasts didn't react to their liberation, staying perky as though to defy gravity. Her nipples stayed perky and pointed, leaving her look like an erotic model.

She walked back to the living room with her flawless tanned skin mesmerizing her. She noticed her nails were perfectly trimmed and manicured, painted a clean white. Her denuded skin even extended to her crotch, where no hair adorned around her slit.

She stood in front of the hourglass, licking her made up lips. She ran her tongue over them again, noticing they felt Fuller and plusher than usual. 'All the better for sucking cock,' the thought came unbidden to her mind, while a giggle escaped her lips.

"Another hour won't hurt… If this is how I look now, Blake won't be upset at all." With that, she set the hourglass back to its feminine position, and settled in for another episode on tv.

Blake came home earlier than expected, coming through the front door into the living room. Jane hardly reacted, her fingers shoved deep into her pussy and head rolled back in pleasure.

He barely recognized her. Her hair, formerly brown, was now a platinum blonde and her large fake boobs bounced like overinflated balls. Along the same lines, her lips and ass also seemed to be artificially inflated. Her nipples were a much softer pink than usual, almost matching the bright pink lipstick she was wearing.

He laughed after a moment. "Couldn't keep from using the hourglass, and now you're my little bimbo slut." Jane panted and nodded in response, orgasming again. It wasn't her first orgasm of the day, let alone her first orgasm while Blake was standing there. She looked at him pleadingly, her words unable to express the lust inside her.

It was enough for Blake, though, and he quickly disrobed. Jane was unwilling to remove her fingers from her slit until his cock was already inside her. He started eagerly pumping into her and in response, her moans sounded more enthusiastic. Quickly, the visage of a bouncing busty beauty riding his dick overwhelmed the helpless man, and he sprayed his load into her.

He pulled out, and almost immediately Jane squirmed forward, lapping at his messy cock. She started rubbing her face hungrily on it, smearing the fluids over herself and making her skin appear shiny and glossy. Effortlessly, she impaled her mouth on the thick cock and looked up at Blake.

It was obvious what his role was. Grabbing either side of her head, he laced his fingers through Jane's luscious gold hair and started to fuck her face. He was amazed: Jane certainly knew how to give a good blowjob, but it was like she didn't need to breathe any more, and he couldn't feel her teeth at all!

In fact, her entire mouth and throat felt tight and even ribbed. Blake looked down at her face, smiling at the glossed over look of pleasure in her eyes, and how her skin appeared shiny… even where she hadn't rubbed against his cock.

He paused, slowly sliding out of her mouth. She moaned in complaint, but it was quiet and distant and faded out into nothingness. Blake looked over the woman in his arms. She was no longer a woman, he realized. She had turned into a sex doll.

Granted, she was a super realistic sex doll. But her flesh and blood and bones had turned to silicone and rubber and plastic. Her mouth, vagina and ass were all permanently gaping, textured smooth material lining their insides.

Blake glanced at the hourglass and chuckled. She had gotten too distracted and left it running, and apparently the only thing more feminine than a ditzy sex crazed bimbo was a sex doll of her. He swore he could look into the doll's eyes and see the lust still in there, wanting and begging him to keep going. He'd have to oblige of course. He resumed using her face, being extra rough now that he knew he couldn't hurt her. Jane had been on all fours when she lost mobility, and that gave Blake a view down the new toy's back, and down to the rear holes, one of which was leaking cum from his earlier efforts.

The sight of his girlfriend dripping cum and deepthroating him was enough to push him over the edge with a groan. Shooting his seed into her mouth, he pulled out and watched two of her holes drool uncontrollably. He was tempted to go for the third right then and there, but he needed a break.

Heading to the shower inevitably brought him past the hourglass, still trickling into the feminine half. The grains of sand were extremely bright pink, almost blindingly so. He glanced back at the doll, and decided he would let it run during his shower.

He couldn't take his mind off the doll in the living room, and his cock, despite throbbing from the exertion, made it clear that more fun would be needed. Taking the time to lather and clean thoroughly, Blake barely managed to calls own enough to decide that he should at least start making dinner, so that he would have a reason to stop fucking his new toy eventually.

It took an unusual effort to ignore the sex doll in the living room. Blake knew if he looked over and saw his soiled girlfriend waiting to be fucked again and again, he'd forget all about dinner. He set up a casserole in the oven, hit the timer, and rushed back over.

The doll looked different, changed. Blake expected this to some degree, but not exactly what he found. The doll was no longer a realistic replica of Bimbo-Jane, but instead looked like some generic and cheap inflatable sex doll a broke college student might buy. Her face, instead of modelled and sculpted, was painted into the discount rubber. The tits similarly were just an extra inflated compartment, with stamped nipples. In fact, all of her holes had closed up, except the rubber vagina between the inflated legs.

Blake hesitated for a brief moment, the smell of cheap overseas rubber making him wonder how far he'd let this go. His cock on the other hand didn't hesitate, springing to attention. A little more wouldn't hurt, he mused.

Grabbing hold of his new sex toy, Blake sat back on the couch. He sat the crotch on his own, feeling his dick slide into the well lubricated opening, thankful all the cum he had sprayed into her previously hadn't dripped out or dried. He lifted and slammed the toy onto his own lap, aggressively masturbating. He was sweaty, panting and grunting while he worked himself to a third orgasm, collapsing back while his body twitched pleasantly from all the sensations.

The oven dinged, letting him know that playtime was over. The exertion to stand back up seemed unreal, and he staggered over to finish cooking and start eating. Tiredness was setting in, and without a glance at his toy or the hourglass, Blake finished his meal and went to bed.

If he had glanced at the doll, he would have seen her slowly shrinking in size. If he hadn't gone straight to bed, he would have noticed the limbs pulling into the love doll so she was a head and torso, and eventually just a torso showing off a fake pussy and even faker tits.

And if he had stayed up even longer, he would have noticed the torso shrink and collapse around the rubber pussy, leaving a simple rubber cock sleeve with a pair of pussy lips on the opening.

When he did wake up, and did actually notice that his girlfriend turned sex doll had once again turned into a simple rubbery tube, Blake had a conflicted feeling viewing her. On the one hand, he could leave Jane in her current state, maybe get some enjoyment out of her, and turn her back later.

On the other hand, she wasn't even alive anymore, so the idea of 'consent' seemed to be long gone. Would Jane mind spending an extended length of time in her inanimate, unliving state? Was she even existing, mentally? Blake shook his head, his mind made up.

After he had gotten ready - and after he gave Jane one last final use since he couldn't resist the temptation for a last hoorah - he nudged Jane's synthetic form against the hourglass until it was set to turn her into a 'him'. Blake hurried out the door, and, on an impulse, took the hourglass with him to work, locking it in the trunk of his car.

Jane's day started when she was finally flesh and blood again, her body shifting into that of a sex crazed bimbo rather than the hyper realistic sex doll. She stood and stretched, unconsciously letting out an airy giggle as her chest bounced. She was sore and stiff, and felt well used. Her holes were dripping with Blake's seed, and she her chest and ass were covered in the dried material. She continued to stretch and started to tease her sex, her flexible body placing it by her face and her sex driven mind locking her focus onto it.

As the early morning shifted into the hours before noon, Jane was more or less herself again. The extreme 'feminine curves' had settled themselves into her normally modest frame, and she was no longer obsessed with cocks and sex. It was by this clarity of mind that she realized she hasn't touched the hourglass herself. In fact, she hadn't even seen the hourglass, and the fact that her breasts were starting to fade away into her chest to leave only diminutive nipples in their places was becoming concerning. She was still changing.

Jane picked up the phone and called her husband. No answer, though that was to be expected while he was working. She tried to explain the situation over the phone, asking if he knew where the hourglass was. She hung up, and decided to keep looking.

The next voicemail was around lunch time. Jane sounded different, even to her own ears, her voice now a bit raspy in a cute way. She urged Blake to get home if he could for lunch, since she was no longer a 'she' at this point. Her sex had closed, leaving a small hole for urinating, and her body appeared entirely androgynous. She had to swallow her pride, knowing she would probably be male before Blake got home, based on the bump forming around the aforementioned hole.

A couple hours after lunch, Jane was now completely a guy, fortunately with a normal sex drive still. He glanced at the clock, knowing that if Blake came home at the normal time it would still be well down the path of whatever the male version of a busty bimbo was. He shuddered, and left a pleading a voicemail again. He made sure to tell his husband - briefly wondering if they were in a same sex marriage now - who he was, finding he called himself Jake on accident and went with it.

After the call, he glanced over himself in the mirror. He was essentially just a male version of Jane. It seemed narcissistic, but Jane would have found Jake attractive. Now though, Jake wasn't really into the selfcest and was just sizing himself up. He was fit without being overly muscular, had a well groomed amount of stubble, his hair was cropped short and styled neatly. And his cock was above average, which gave Jake a small surge of pride. In fact, while measuring himself, his hands had been all over his genitals, and they had sprung to attention. The stroking had felt really good, and Jake figured to take advantage of the situation while it presented himself.

It turned out to be messy, and exhausting. Jake had to collapse back against the bed just to make sure he didn't fall over. It took a few moments before he had the strength and conscious thought to try and call Blake again, but the hand still wrapped around his member convinced him to spend longer in bed for a few more personal sessions.

By the time he staggered downstairs, the transformations had continued to run their course. He was much taller now, and built like a world class bodybuilder. Jake had to turn sideways and duck to make it through the doorways that previous would never have been an obstacle for Jane. The hulking man got out to the living room finally, grabbing the dainty and feminine phone that seemed so foreign now. Still jacking off, Jake left a voicemail for Blake full of grunts and groans, vaguely telling his husband to get home for some 'wild fun with a real man'.

===

By the time Blake got home, the house was dead silent. He had listened to the voicemails on his way home from work, and having been held up later than usual, he had no idea what he would be walking in to.

He found his wife's phone, dropped clumsily onto the carpet rug, and carried that with the hourglass in his arms. He tried calling out, both for Jane and Jake, and wondered what had happened. Once he reached the bedroom he figured it out though.

On the bed was a cheap latex dildo, about a foot long with solid rubber balls attached to it. It looked like a novelty rubber toy, almost cartoonish in its depiction of male genitals. Blake sighed, and hefted the large and sticky rod. It bounced slightly in his grip, and he nudged it against the hourglass to get it set to feminine. Blake set it down, then went to take a long shower from his day at work.

Towards the end of his shower, he felt someone get in behind him. Strong hands grabbed his arms, and a firm object pressed against his rear. He bit his lip. "Jake, I see you turned back nice and quickly."

The much larger man easily lifted Blake out of the shower, and carried his still wet body to bed. Blake couldn't help but notice how musky Jake smelled, and was glad that they both were bisexual. It made moments like this easier, he thought with a chuckle. Jake forced Blake to touch the hourglass, though there wasn't much resistance that Blake put up. He knew he had it coming, and was looking forward to some time as a girl.

Jake had other plans though. The hourglass slowly feminized Blake, turning him into a her, Blake to Blane. She squealed and moaned as she was held down and used throughout her entire transformation, and before the night was over, she had become the perfect sex-crazed bimbo to match the sex-crazed stud that Jake had become. Wordlessly they kept at each other, though by the magic of the hourglass Blane slowly lost her ability to speak. She became a perfect love doll, then a cheap sex toy, then nothing more than a rubbery cock sleeve.

Jake made sure to use his toy a few more times, enjoying his revenge. The fact that he had a foot long cock that never softened made it easier, but he wanted to go a bit further. He really wanted to take advantage of Blane, and really wanted to be as masculine as possible. In his lowered intelligence, higher sex drive brain, it made perfect sense to use the hourglass more on himself.

Turning it so that he would become more male, he kept at using the sleeve. Load after load overwhelmed the the hollow internals, and a sticky mess was spreading on the bed. Not that there was much Jake could do about it. He had lost mobility shortly into his transformation, and similarly went through the stages of a realistic simulcra of a human lover to cheap rubbery toy.

The two lovers, twisted into two toys locked into each other, lay on the bed in a pool of both of their fluids while the hourglass continued to tick away.

===

The house was eventually foreclosed, the belongings repackaged and stored in the attic, and then the house resold to a new lovely couple, young and experiencing their own intimacy together.

As time progressed, the couple explored the attic and found the hourglass. The young wife had grabbed it, noticing the vibrantly detailed imagery of the men and women on it. She set it down on the counter, not realizing it was trickling sand toward the masculine side.

Through trial and error, the couple learned what the purposes of the hourglass were and used them to explore their lives. The wife spent much of her time as the husband, while the husband found himself more attracted to the soft and delicate life of womanhood. Eventually, the couple learned about what happened if the hourglass ran for too long, turning the subject into the 'extreme' if masculinity and femininity.

The couple were far more cautious than Jane and Blake, using the hourglass carefully and consensually. It was about this time that the couple found a box labeled 'INTIMATES' in the attic, and inside, were two generic sex toys: a dildo and a cock sleeve. It seemed they had gotten a rinse off when packaged up, but left inside each other. It wasn't long before the young couple figured out what happened to the missing previous owners, and would be able to restore them. Though, the idea of using people-turned-sex toys had its appeal...