Blake

Getting home from work had always been strange for me. Sure, you're done with work and can relax, but at the same time now there's the stress of cooking and cleaning and everything else to run a home. Leave one job and go home to another, right?

At least Jane was between jobs and had been keeping up on stuff around the house. I didn't deserve her, and appreciated everything she did for me. I thought back to our proposal the week before and smiled. When she heard she needed to dress up for a fancy dinner to be remembered, she put on this beautiful black dress and her heels. It clung to her slender frame, leaving every inch of her body on display under the thin and slinky garment.

I pushed the key into the lock of the front door and entered, coming to a pause over the threshold. Loud, eager sexual moans echoed through the house. My first thought was driven by jealous fear, that Jane had done something with someone else. The door slammed shut behind me and I heard an excited squeal.

It took a few moments before I realized that it was Jane's voice that had squealed. Even the moans had been hers, though they sounded different somehow. I set down my work bag by the door and slipped off my shoes before heading up the stairs. The moaning had resumed, exaggerated gasps and groans of pleasure that sounded like she was trying to make a porno. The stiffening bulge in my pants tugged me forward like a sailor to a siren's song, though I stopped at the threshold to our bedroom.

The woman on the bed wasn't Jane, it was very obvious to see that. Not to be crude, but she was the wrong shape; this woman had curves while Jane never had any. From my position - and her own on her back - I could see large wobbling breasts that shook with this woman's moans. Her thighs were open, giving me the perfect sight between them and into her pussy that was splayed open between her fingers while her thumb mashed away at her clit.

I charged forward into the room, a flare of wrath filling me. Some sexed up hooker on our bed playing with herself for me to come home to? The wind left my sails though as I reached the side of the bed and I staggered, my heart and mind racing.

That face. That was Jane's face, sort of. Even in the dark I could see the sultry makeup layered over it, her lips looked large and inflated - proper 'dick sucking lips' - and there wasn't a blemish to be seen. I hesitated, before calling out the name of my fiance. In an instant she turned and looked at me, and I could see the golden hues of her amber eyes lock on me. "Jane... What did you do to yourself?"

Her gaze flicked over to the hourglass sitting beside her on the bed. I wasn't sure how I missed it, given its size, though I supposed I was preoccupied with the situation unfolding with my fiance. She pulled me onto the bed with her, and given the lack of space I had to quickly grab the hourglass so that it wouldn't fall to the floor. As my fingers clawed to find a grip a strange, almost electric shock jumped between me and the glass that I didn't pay any attention to. My focus was distracted onto the woman underneath me.

Jane had never been big into manicures. Long nails were torture, she often declared. But now, with nails extending at least an inch, if not more, past her finger tips, she clawed at my body, hurriedly disrobing me so that our attire matched. Every touch and stroke and claw seemed filled with need, and her gaze kept flicking between my eyes and my cock which had ended up pressed between her ample breasts.

"Jane, please, just tell me what's going on," I pleaded, needing some kind of an answer.

Her response was a frustrated groan before she looked me in the eyes again. "I just... I'll explain after. It's good, so good. I just need your cock, fuck, I want to be your real woman so just fuck me already..."

My shaft throbbed against the soft, natural breasts she somehow had come across. Jane had never been one for dirty talk, and here she was begging to get fucked? I panted, sliding my body down against hers so that I was lined up against her pussy. She was so wet, I nearly slipped in immediately, her writhing only serving to make that more likely. I teased my tip at her soft lips, reaching down with one hand to palm her generous breast and play with the visibly swollen nipple. It was warm, and felt genuinely real.

"Can you feel this?" I asked, my whisper barely audible over her moans and whimpers.

"Fuck me... I need you in me... I'm so horny..."

I felt a dash of confidence rip through me, as I grabbed her nipple between my thumb and index finger. "I asked if you can feel this, Jane."

Her sudden yelps and screams gave me my answer, but I didn't relent until she nodded, begging in fragmented words and thoughts that she could feel it and that I needed to fuck her. So, I obliged. I let my cock sink into her sopping wet pussy, moaning as she readily took my whole length. Normally, it took plenty of warm up for us to get to this point. She was a smaller girl, and my cock was a respectable size at nine inches long. This time though, Jane had my whole length impaled inside of her with ease. She was still tight, of course, but it was as though her vagina had changed to be able to take my cock with ease.

I gave a reluctant thrust, and then another. It felt unnaturally good. The sensation of fucking her was unlike anything from before. Seeing her breasts slosh about, hearing her moans pitch up and down with each slam of my hips on hers, and feeling the tight - almost suction like - grip of her vagina along my cock was driving me wild.

Normally, it would take a bit to get to the finish line for either of us, but based on the sounds Jane was making just having my cock in her was driving her past it repeatedly. Every push and pull of my cock seemed to send her to another climatic peak, her body shaking with delight on every pause. I could feel my own resistance fading as orgasm drew near, and like many men, I was faced with deciding between holding back or letting it come naturally. Before my mind could figure out what would be best, I felt my seed spraying into her pussy, the warm cream providing extra lubricant for the final few thrusts.

I fell back on my ass, overwhelmed by the sudden orgasm. Usually I had better control than that, and losing myself over the edge wasn't normal. Jane didn't seem to mind, even as my cock had popped out of her pussy she was fingering the cum deeper into herself and bringing herself to another orgasm. My dick throbbed at the sight, and Jane took notice.

"I feel so much better," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the most recent orgasm. She licked her fingers clean, her tongue sliding out between her plush lips to draw the thick cum into her mouth. "I still feel so horny, but it was like a need building up in me to actually be fucked. I... I want to give you a blowjob, though. Just to feel... Complete? Satisfied? I promise I'll explain after."

That was the most words Jane had said to me since I got home, and the pornstar seduction in her voice seemed to have faded. Sure, she still sounded like a pornstar version of Jane, but at least she was in control of her mental faculties. I was about to say something to acknowledge her, that I wanted that explanation as soon as possible, but she had already spun around to get on all fours between my legs and was licking my soaked cock with gusto. I looked down the length of her body, taking in the sight of her long blonde hair both longer and curlier than I remember, her far more narrow waist leading to overly generous hips.

My cock throbbed at the sight, and we both paused to look at it. It was dark, sure, but something was off about it. Jane took it in her hand and wrapped her entrancing feminine claws around it and I gasped. It was smaller! Normally she could wrap both hands around the length, but this time it was only barely poking out of the top of her grip.

Jane seemed to notice too, pausing and glancing around the room. While she looked, she licked her lips, and her gaze rested back on my cock. I could see the thoughts in her head slowing down as she stared at it. It was only seconds before my tip was pushed past her pursed and thick lips, and she was deep throating my shaft.

The raw, sexual noises as she forced my cock in and out of her throat aroused me, and I couldn't help but to place my hands on her head. As my fingers laced through her hair she moaned, and sucked harder. I let myself grab hold and fuck her with a vigor I'd never felt before. Her nose smeared against my crotch, my cock running across her tongue into her throat. It was raw and passionate and animalistic, and within moments I'd cum down her throat.

I let go of Jane, slumping in exhaustion. She licked and sucked my cock dry of every drop, claiming her prize before sitting up to face me and licking her lips clean. Somehow despite the violent facefucking, her makeup had remained pristine. She lounged back on the bed, patting next to her for me to join her. It took all of my energy to move, but I graciously accepted my place against her side, finding her breasts were a comfortable pillow.

The room was silent as we recovered our breaths fully, my ear to her chest giving me the chance to hear her racing heart slow to normal. Jane held me close, stroking her fingers through my hair. It seemed longer than I remembered; I needed a haircut.

"You probably want an explanation now, huh?"

I chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, if you're satisfied enough for that, or whatever you meant."

She laughed, a sound that had an almost sensual breathy tone in it. "I am, thank you. God, that had been building up for hours since I got home. I didn't know how badly I would need someone to fuck me until it was too late." She paused, and I spied her fingers tracing over her clit. Her breath hitched, but she didn't seem to be trying to get off, at least immediately. "I went shopping today, and found an antique store. Well, the sign said 'Artifact Shop' but I assume that was just the weird branding. But everything in there felt... special. Magical. And I saw this hourglass there and the shopkeeper said something about changing people so I had to try it. It was too beautiful to ignore. And when I got home and tried it, I saw it gave me breasts! And an ass!"

"An hourglass? What, like the one I set on the floor?"

Jane squirmed from under me and grabbed the hourglass. I noticed she was only holding it by the wooden frame. I couldn't make out any details in it, but I could see the sand was a deep blue - nearly purple. Staring at it, and then me, Jane laughed. "Did you touch this? The glass, specifically?"

I thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "Possibly, why? It shocked me or something when I moved it but I was slightly more distracted by you undressing me."

Jane laughed again, and that faint breathy giggle was in it again. "Well, I think it's changing you now. And it's still set to make you more feminine, so..."

In horror I looked down at my body, and suddenly the changes stood out to me. I wasn't just exhausted from the sex, I was exhausted because my normally decently built up muscle mass had faded away into a smooth tone. My coarse and rugged body hair? Nearly completely gone! My skin felt so soft and smooth, and my cock... My cock had shrunk even more in our time cuddling each other. I reached down and stroked it, watching it grow to full mast... of only a pair of inches. It dribbled with precum, and my balls were nowhere to be seen.

I cried out, scrambling for the hourglass. "Stop it! Help me fix this!" I couldn't help but notice that my voice was slightly squeaky and whiney, and sounded rather androgynous.

Jane set the hourglass aside on the bed before sitting on my thighs. With her curves, there was a decent chance she weighed more than me, and I was stuck under her. "I want to see what happens when a guy becomes more feminine. It gave me all of this, what will it give you?"

I tried to ignore her fingers stroking my tiny cock, my whimper sounding pathetic. "Please, Jane, I'm your boyfriend-- your fiance! I'm a man! What are you doing?"

"Just an experiment, Blake. We can turn the hourglass the other way and turn back, so I just want to have some fun." Her stroking had become more enthusiastic, and my whimpers were less distressed and more aroused. I swore I could feel my cock dwindling in her touch, and while I never orgasmed I rode a crest of pleasure as my dick leaked ceaselessly. I squirmed and writhed and squealed, covering my face with my hands as the pleasure continued to build with no release. The world seemed to spin, and before I knew it, I had blacked out in the pleasure.