Blake

When I woke up, my body was killing me.

Everything felt weird and painful in ways I'd never felt before. I staggered to the bathroom, ignoring all the sensations I was working with.

Oh. I stared at the guy in the mirror. I stared at myself. I had a bit of a beard and my muscles were stronger, but nothing like Jake in the bedroom. I was more stunned by the contrast to what I was wearing.

Ruined makeup streaked across my face and into my rugged facial hair, and the lingerie I had been so proud of the night before was stretched across my masculine frame. I looked... Frankly, I looked ridiculous. But even as I washed the dried cum off my body - eww - and gently wiped away the makeup from my male face, I felt something in me shift and awaken. I felt proud that I had been a seductress the night before. Knowing I had taken my man and made him need me so badly there was no stopping him felt good.

Had I spent too long as a woman, or gone too deep? I reflected on myself. A desire to fuck was there, which felt appropriate for the cock I sported again. But to be fucked? Yes... that sounded right too. I toyed with the idea in my head. Was I bisexual, then? The label didn't feel right, neither did transgender or nonbinary. So where did that leave me?

I peeled off the lingerie, and with it, the last vestiges of my temporary womanhood, save for the massive amount of dried cum between my legs that likely was forced out when I became male. I hopped in the shower and scrubbed myself, thinking. I guess I was just... me. Right now I was Blake, the guy, mostly into fucking girls. But a part of me not only remembered being Blane, but also about seducing and getting fucked by a guy. That part of me relished the thought.

So that was that, then, I decided as I hopped into the shower. I was just 'me', and Blake and Blane were just different sides of the same person, like showing me through a filter. I scrubbed under the hot water, letting my mind wander over the new idea. Unfortunately, I was interrupted by a rip of cold air through the bathroom. I jumped in surprise, my feet hitting the smooth floor of the shower and immediately I was sent flailing.

Like a hero to my rescue, a thick arm made entirely of muscle swooped around my midsection, pulling me close to my fiance's chiseled chest. He wasn't restraining me, per se, but there was no hope to escape against his hulking strength. I wiggled a little bit until his hot breath tickled my neck as he whispered directly into my ear.

"Be good and stop squirming so I can set you down."

Immediately, the shower and everything else around us stopped existing. All that I could fathom, all that mattered, was Jake and his strong body, and his even stronger cock that had wedged between my ass cheeks. I stilled, and he let me down true to his word. "Thanks," I mumbled.

He smiled at me, kissing my lips softly as he reached past for some soap. "Of course." Starting with himself, it wasn't long before he was soaping up my body as well. "I'm so horny like this... I can't ignore it. All I can think about is fucking and breeding and sex and..." He let out the low growl that vibrated through his throat, and suddenly I remembered how he had felt in me last night.

My fingers grazed along his already hard cock. It was absolutely massive, making my own look completely useless by comparison. Still though, I wanted him, and the painful throb between my thighs where I had been destroyed only reminded me of the pleasure of last night. "You can't breed me... but I can help you get off?"

Jake ran his hand over my flat chest and then down my side to my ass. "I'm too big for you. Last night we barely worked. Today..."

I grabbed hold of the base of his cock and tugged. "Shush. Let me help you and then you can go change back." Sinking to my knees, I looked the monster in the eye. Fuck, why was it so big? It looked like a novelty toy jutting out from his crotch! If I attempted to suck him off, it'd be in my throat before I even took half of it, and the whole length would be so far in my stomach he could wear me like a sleeve!

I shuddered. The thought of being used so hard by this destroyer was both insanely hot and insanely terrifying. I had to do something though, I could tell Jake was getting impatient the way he was grabbing my hair and letting go. If I didn't hurry... Well, Jake would be wearing me on his cock in a moment. I pushed my lips to the tip and sucked, my tongue flicking at his hole. I could still taste the mix of his cum and my pussy. Why did he taste so manly? I lapped at his head while both of my hands got to work stroking along his massive dick.

His groans confirmed I was doing a good job on him, but I already knew that. His shaft was nearly jumping out of my hands, throbbing and twitching as I paid it attention. I had to stretch my mouth wide, but I only just managed to get Jake's swollen cockhead into my mouth to properly suck him off. One hand to stroke him, the other to hold and rub his balls. Holy cow, his balls were huge too. I hadn't noticed them when he fucked me, but now I realized how oversized they really were. I probably had a pair of cherries tucked away in my sack between my legs, but each of Jake's balls were an entire lime.

It was like this man in front of me was the crafted perfection of male virility. Was that what the hourglass was doing? Instead of adjusting the male or female attributes, was it instead changing us entirely for sexual reasons? Just moving us closer to either the pinnacle of either breeding or getting bred?

Fuck, either way this breeder was about to plant some seeds down my throat. I could feel the churn in Jake's oversized balls, his entire anatomy convulsing to produce the nectar he was about to shoot into my mouth. I tried to pull off, but Jake was holding my head tightly. His growls and the roar of the water surging over me drowned out my faint resistance but I couldn't say I didn't want this.

Some part of me, perhaps the part that had come out as Blane the night before yearned for his cum, my hands reaching out to fondle his balls. Jake's grip tightening to my wet hair, and he pulled me down into his cock as deep as he could. Breathing was impossible with his shaft lodged so deeply in my throat that his loads shot down into my stomach like he was force feeding me. Water flowing over my face feeling another man use my throat like a fuck toy while my stomach filled with copious amounts of cum, I existed less as a person and more as a receptacle for his pleasure. He yelled and grunted and howled in a display of his masculinity and his sexual domination before suddenly retracting the extreme dick from my mouth.

I fell back against the tub, dazed as I sputtered and gasped for air, coughing up the last spray of cum that hadn't managed to be swallowed in time. I looked up at him to see a smile of peace and bliss, until he returned my gaze and frowned in shame and embarrassment. Limply I gestured out of the shower as I coughed and found my breath, and fortunately he hurried his way out. Sitting, breathing, trying to recover from being utterly overwhelmed by manhood sliding down my throat. Despite the obvious negatives, it was still enjoyable. I shuddered, wiping a thick glob of cum off my chest, letting the shower rinse it away.

Cleaning up and getting dressed I learned a few things. First, no one talks about how deepthroating leaves your throat all scratchy and rough and you keep coughing. Second, I was sloshing. My stomach was literally filled with cum, and every burp reminded me of the musky juices within. And third, I was horny.

Not the uncontrollable, unthinkable lust we'd experienced with the more extreme positions of the hourglass. But a general sensation of enjoying life and your partner leading to wanting more. I left the bedroom dressed and ready to go downstairs when my phone went off.

A simple text message, from the only harbinger that could ruin the mood: my boss.

"Reports are due EOD. Don't forget weeklies and monthlies."

I groaned, rubbing my eyes and double checking my phone. We still had a few days left in the month so reports shouldn't have been due yet. I silently cursed anything and everything I could as I begrudgingly changed out of my comfy clothes and into clothes more appropriate for the workplace.

By the time I made it downstairs, Jack was far less of a bodybuilder with a mythical serpent between his legs, and more of just a really fit, good looking guy with a normally big cock. He was sitting on the couch with the hourglass running in the feminine direction, his hand still gripped around and stroking his cock. By the raise of his eyebrows, he was de-sexxed enough to notice my professional attire.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, work let me know about some reports I have to finish today."

He frowned, eyeing me up and down. "Well, that's dumb. But at least I can play with the hourglass today. Maybe you'll get to come home to busty Jane if you're lucky."

I chuckled and then paused. "Want to do what we did last night?" At his blank look I continued. "I can take the hourglass with me after you touch it. That way you keep changing for as long as I'm gone."

Jack paused for a moment while he considered this, his stroking even slowing before it resumed with gusto. "Hell yeah! Let's do it!"

I shook my head and laughed, carefully grabbing the hourglass by the wooden frame and carrying it with me out the door. "Well, have fun!" I called out, listening to the grunts and moans of my fiance as I left. The hourglass fit neatly in the trunk - out of sight of anyone walking around the car - and off I went.

The car ride to work was dull, and I nearly had the best parking space available. The lot was entirely empty save for one other car, so I had to take the spot next to it. I badged in, glancing at the deserted security desk, and then went to my desk to try and get these reports done as fast as possible.

The office was nearly deserted, save for myself and the quiet clicking of my neighbor. His head was burrowed in his work as I sat down, and with his desk in front of mine there wasn't much risk of idle chat with our monitors in the way. Still, with the eerie silence of the cavernous office space, time seemed to drag along.

I got up to go to the bathroom after what felt like an eternity. The reports weren't even halfway done, proving today to be a chore and a half to complete. It was strange having to sit down and relieve myself, given my smaller than usual member. Sure, I was back to being a guy, but I wasn't quite as masculine as normal. I had enough to get hard, but that didn't qualify as enough to stand and aim successfully. So I sat, quietly scrolling on my phone until the bathroom opened up.

No janitors, heck, no one to speak of in the office at all except my deskmate. I frowned but managed to tuck away my phone and wrapped up my business. Oddly enough we were washing hands at the same time and then heading out of the restroom together back to our desks.

"Something's different about you, Blake."

Already he'd said more words to me in one sentence than our entire time working together. He was a quiet guy and I didn't know his name. I was so caught off guard that I didn't have an answer and sputtered. "Huh? What? Me?"

He quietly laughed and then smiled. The Blane part of my brain enjoyed his smile, a feature I'd never noticed before. "Your clothes fit differently. You're smaller, like you lost a lot of weight, but you also shrunk. People don't just shrink." He tilted his head for a moment, studying me like a specimen. I felt trapped under his gaze, suddenly aware that we had stopped walking halfway back. "Your lashes are fuller. Thinner eyebrows. You have a couple hints of makeup, some foundation around your hairline, a little eyeliner."

I nearly choked and stumbled, turning away and hurrying to my desk. "Look I don't know what you're saying but--"

His hand tapped against my wrist and I slowed down, not realizing he had kept pace with me. "If you're worried about some secret getting out, don't be. I understand more than you think about this kind of stuff, I just want to make sure you're doing ok. The weight loss, your behavior... If you need someone to confide in, I'm here."

For the second time in roughly as many minutes I was floored, nearly knocked off my feet. I looked at this guy, the silent neighbor I had worked next to over a year and was astonished at his kindness. I leaned back by the copier that had a privileged seat to our gossip and sighed. "You can't tell anyone any of this, ok? They'll think I'm crazy; hell, they'll probably think you're crazy too."

He frowned in a knowing and compassionate way. "I know it feels like that, but it's ok. A lot of people are--"

"My fiance brought home an hourglass that changed us between male and female and I think there's more to it than that and last night I was a beautiful woman and my fiance well she kept getting more and more masculine and then at the end of the night she well he just completely fucked me and I was changing back but it's an hourglass so it's not instant right so I guess I'm not fully back to normal and I've never taken off makeup before so I guess I missed some."

He was silent for a long moment, studying me. "I was going to say lots of people are discovering their sexuality and gender identity, but I don't think they're using some magical hourglass or whatever." Another pause as he studied me. "Ok, it does sound crazy. But I don't think you're lying, because that would be weirder to lie about."

I nodded, my cheeks burning as I looked away. "Well, can you just forget that I told you?"

"Nope. Here, let's sit down." He shuffled me over a few paces to an unlabeled door in the hallway and hurried me inside. There was an office that sat unused, weirdly vacant. "When most of the staff got switched to remote or overseas, there were a lot of offices that went vacant. This one got lost in the shuffle when everyone came back. I relax here when management is getting a little too... overbearing."

I found myself crashing into a seat in front of the desk, while he sat on the desk by me. "Why are you telling me this?"

He shrugged. "I don't talk to many people. No one here knows I'm bi, or that I'm a little curious about gender stuff. You told me your secret, and you seem like someone I can trust. Connect with. My name's Yuri, by the way."

Awkwardly, I looked up at the guy in front of me. "Can we just go back to you thinking I'm gay or a crossdresser or something? That'd be a lot simpler..."

Yuri chuckled, shaking his head. "Nope. So where's this hourglass? Can't say I fully believe you, but I'm intrigued."

"It's in my car. But it's currently changing my fiance back into a girl, so let's not mess with it."

What followed was a multi-hour explanation of the hourglass, where Jane got it from, how it works, and what we'd been getting up to. Yuri listened interestedly, asked questions, and kept the conversation moving along. By the time we had finished our reports, I let out a groan at the time.

"Fuck," I let out amidst a sigh, pulling out my phone to see half a dozen voicemails waiting for me. "It's already late."

A rather androgynous sounding Jane, or perhaps still Jake was the first message. "Hey, uh, just making sure we're all good after last night... and this morning. These in-between periods are kind of weird. Hard to believe what we did... Anyway, just checking in, hoping work is going well!"

"Hey!" Jane - definitely Jane this time - sounded far more normal, likely around the same point in her changes as before she had ever found the hourglass. "I finished changing back, and I don't know if you want to keep changing me. I guess that's part of the mystery!"

"Blake?" A soft moan whispered out after my name. "I really want you to come home... Please, I need you..."

"A-ahn! Baby! Fuck, get here now! I want... I need you to fuck me!"

"--fuck fuck fuck cum fuck boobies cum--"

The final voicemail was just an hour long recording that seemed to have nothing but silence in it. Jane's voice had been getting more and more feminine with each one, with the penultimate recording sounding like some artificial brain-dead bimbo. I glanced over at Yuri who had heard them all clearly, especially as Jane got louder and more lost in her sensations.

"You should go check on her," he said, his voice clearly tinged with a small amount of reluctance. "You can show me the hourglass next time, right?"

I shook my head as we made our way out to the cars. "No, you might as well tag along. I'll get things sorted out with Jane, and then you can try it out." After I gave Yuri my address and his phone pulled up the directions, I started driving home worried about what I would find.

The house was silent. I let myself in, and Yuri wasn't far behind me. The door had been locked, and it didn't seem like anyone had come or gone since I left for work. Strangely, though, there were no noises. No sound of someone being present, and no gratuitous moans or screams of overzealous sexual desire.

I was worried; this wasn't right. Hesitantly I pushed open the bedroom door, only to find nothing. Well, not nothing. The sexually ambiguous clothes Jane had put on at some point in her transition to womanhood were strewn about the room, and the bed had a copious wet spot that alluded to what the smell wafting about the room was. Clearly she had made it this far before whatever happened and enjoyed herself for a while here.

I felt like a crime scene analyst, poking and prodding through the closet. Acutely aware of Yuri shadowing and tailing me, and jerked my head back to the entrance to the room. "Hey, can you grab the hourglass out of the trunk? Just bring it to the dining room table downstairs, I'll be there in a moment. Oh, and only touch the wood, not the glass."

A quiet nod before he left, and I was alone. It was eerie, the dead silence of my empty home, looking for a fiance I couldn't find. I worried. If she got too horny, too lost in the sexual degeneracy of the changes would she have left to find a man? I stewed, only worried for her safety above all else. As the rooms and closets and hiding spaces revealed nothing, I went back downstairs with a heavy heart to Yuri and the hourglass.

The hourglass sat on the dining room table, the sand a blinding pink that had stopped falling. Somehow, just sitting there it felt like an ill omen, a curse weighing on me and mine. Just then, I realized the sand wasn't falling; it hadn't done that before. My heart crashed in my chest, and I slumped in the chair in front of the hourglass.

The sand had stopped falling.