Jane

Slowly, it all started coming to me. Every sense of mine slowly fading into reality, not like I was blind but like my brain was relearning to see and hear and feel sensations that were already there. I gazed dumbly around, staring at shapes and colors that slowly organized themselves into patterns that felt like they should make sense.

I felt stiff; sore and tense muscles rippled through my body and registered as my first feeling. Right on its heels was the deep and gnawing hunger of sexual appetite. Vision and sound coalesced as the minutes passed, and I realized I was staring at a man.

Lust kicked in and I started crawling towards him, uneasy on my balance. My fingers clawed at his clothing ineffectually as my mind struggled to remember how to use the digits. A dim, distant part of me realized I hadn't had fingers a bit ago. Another part of me realized I had always had them.

I sat back on my thick, plush ass and thought to myself. My thoughts swirled and rushed and surged through me and I kept losing focus, losing track of time. This was important though, I felt, and I tried to keep thinking. Something was wrong, or even if not wrong, something was different. The haze in my brain was clearing, and I looked around again to see Blake and some woman sitting on either side of me. Blake was the man I had tried to get with moments before. A strange look was across his face, one I didn't have the understanding yet for.

"Blake?" Despite my hoarse whisper, I sounded seductive, like a porn star waking in the morning and calling for her lover. The hourglass, I realized, was at hand here. I lazily glanced over, seeing the bright pink sands tumbling toward the male plate. I reached out with perfectly manicured fingers and turned the hourglass sideways, stopping the fall of sand. "I'm back... But I don't know where I went..."

Blake pulled my hand to him, holding onto me as though I would float away. "You're ok Jane, I've got you. You... The hourglass keeps changing you, it changes a lot before it stops."

I nodded, faint memories drifting through my mind that made no sense. "Yeah... It felt good..."

Blake chuckled, nodding. "I bet it did, though I bet you're still pretty horned up. Just glad we found you." He nodded again to reassure himself before glancing at the woman to his side. I looked at her and realized she was blushing and looking away. "Yuri here figured it out. We came by after work that day and later we could only find a toy. Just a cock sleeve. Yuri took a guess that maybe the hourglass turned you into it, so he turned himself female and let it keep running until she became just a doll. We got her back to normal, well she's still a girl but she is living and breathing and all that. So then I just pressed the cock sleeve on the hourglass and it's been changing you back slowly."

I nodded a bit, still confused. "Sorry... Words are hard. I'm horny and I think... I think I was such a toy I couldn't think. The last thing I remember was thinking 'toys don't think' and then..."

Blake nodded. "You're back now. You're ok."

"How long?.."

"A week. We found you after a few days, rolled under the bed. It took a couple more days to figure it out."

I shook my head trying to clear out the cobwebs of my thoughts. "Just..." Ugh, I was too horny to think, too horny to care. I slipped a manicured finger between my thighs, parting unfamiliar plush lips that seemed supple and smooth without any moisture. I looked down at my body, barely more mobile than a sex doll.

"Yeah, you're barely moving around. Honestly you look edited, like, no pores, no wrinkles... You look like a sex doll that's moving on its own."

Playing with myself was bringing me back to the moment, my thoughts filled with lust but also concern. "You," I addressed Yuri. "Are you ok?"

The frown Yuri gave pulled me to attention. Not enough to slow down my desperate fingering, but enough to focus. "I can't say I want to do that again, being inanimate silicone. A few seconds is fine to make sure we could save you but..." She chuckled, shaking her head. "Never again."

I nodded, unintentionally moaning. "You're a girl? Or a guy? And have you fucked Blake?"

Yuri blushed red. "I was a guy, but with the hourglass I guess that doesn't matter much. It like, feels nice being able to go back and forth." Her expression turned serious. "And I haven't fucked him. God I'm so horny and I really want to... but he's engaged with you. We wouldn't."

I groaned. "Ok, good and all, but look. I see how we are all looking at each other. I know you're glad to see me back babe, but fuck I'm horny and I'd be very selfish right now." I reached out, turning the hourglass back to feminine and feeling the stiffness immediately creep back into my bones. "Oh fuck yes. All I wanted while I could think about it is to be used and fucked and toyed with, so please for the love of all things horny do that."

Blake nearly voiced an injection, but I cut him off. "You want to fuck her and me, she wants to fuck us, I want to be fucked, for fucks sake fuck us Bla--"

My voice cut off and my dire fingering started to slow down. Within moments I was frozen, a horny sex doll in bed with my fiance and some girl. I made a mental note to find out how they knew each other, but that didn't matter.

"Do you think we should? I mean..."

Yuri grinned, already peeling off the skimpy outfit she was wearing. I realized those were my clothes, my thong against her pussy and my bra struggling to hold her large breasts. The thought of someone using my clothes while I was an object turned me on so deeply. Need burned inside of me. "You heard your fiance," she cooed. "Admit it, you made yourself a bit more male this last week than you needed to."

Blake quickly turned his head, trying to hide his blush. "You kept saying you could still see girly traits..."

I watched quietly, feeling the pulsing wave of magic working through me. Yuri kept a grin on her face until Blake turned back and gasped. "Yeah, wouldn't it be a shame if a girl had a nice man around to look at. Look, she was clear in what she said. You forget I got to where she was at, and yeah you are horny as fuck but you are still you." She leaned forward, letting her full breasts sway hypnotically. "Give your girl what she wants."

Blake looked between us, swallowing and nodding. I loved that man and his noble loyalty, but fuck right now I needed him. "Ok, let's--"

Suddenly Yuri was sitting on my face, blocking out my sight. Her wet pussy ground against the rubber of my lips and nose and she moaned loudly. "Ohhh!!"

Blake shuffled and scooted into position, his hard cock nice and large and angled between my legs I wanted to scream for him to put it in, and then when he finally started to I wanted to scream for him to actually fuck me faster and harder. It didn't take long though for his hips to meet mine, my artificial pussy perfect to take his cock and stimulate him.

Occasionally the moans above me would die down into passionate kissing, and my breasts were used as handles more than once. It felt so good, feeling another couple stop me, riding me, using me. Was this right? A part of my mind wanted to say no, or at least it wasn't normal. But I was just a toy, a toy for pleasure.

They were rough and eager and aggressive with each other, kissing and touching like carnal animals in heat. Her squeals mixed with his growls, their passion overlapping and underneath it all was me. Just a silent toy, inert, riding through my own pleasure and horniness.

Even as Yuri squirted all over my face and down my rubber throat and relished in it. The hot creampie deposited in my synthetic pussy felt equally as good. Blake climbed off only to be followed by Yuri, and I was left there, a mess on the bed.

"Should we clean her up? Change her back?"

Yuri gestured at me. "She's shrinking. She's just a cheap plastic sex doll now, one of those inflatable ones." She grabbed my fiance... no, my owner, by the cock and lead him away to the bathroom, whispering something

My senses dulled, my mind fitting into the role of a toy. The room was growing massive even though I wasn't moving. How could I move, when toys just stay still. It was too much to think about, so I didn't. When my owners came back, they seemed massive and giant. I couldn't fathom how long they were gone, time meant nothing without them.

My male owner touched the hourglass and turned it. I still knew what that meant. He'd get bigger and stronger and more manly and fuck I was horny. I needed him. He picked me up, holding me up in front of him in the mirror. I couldn't hear him, but I saw my owner's lips moving. There I was, a pale pink cock sleeve. I still had a vestige of humanity, as I very roughly was shaped like a girl. And without any warning my owner thrust his cock so deep into my tiny toy hips and stretched me wide over his shaft.

It was dizzying, my entire body filled with cock. Every inch of my insides belonged to his cock, and every inch of my outsides only existed for him to grab and stroke himself with. I stretched and strained over his shaft, a tight wrapper as he jerked himself off. But through my distorted vision I could see my other owner sitting watching. Playing with herself, with that pussy I also wanted.

I didn't know what was happening at first; as a toy thinking and figuring things out isn't my job. But as my owners started to fuck with me still on his cock, my mind melted in pleasure. I was nothing but a toy, stimulation for them, a glorified condom. My thoughts ripped apart as I mentally orgasmed over and over again. All I was was the small rubber getting fucked into another woman. It was intoxicating and addicting. All thoughts revolved around being this taboo little toy.

Hot cream filled my rubber insides but my owners didn't stop fucking. I couldn't hear anything except the wet gushing sounds as my rubbery head dragged over the soft insides of my owner's pussy, and I couldn't see anything in the darkness. All that existed was cock and pussy and another batch of seed filling me up. Time, thoughts, desires, needs... all meaningless.

Fucking and cock and fucking and pussy and fucking and cum.

That's all toys need to think about. That's all a toy is for.

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I started coming back to consciousness again, and this time the dizzy haze cleared out of my thoughts quicker. I hadn't been as deep into the toy state so it was easy to figure out who - and what - I was. My perfect fingers and my silicone skin hinted at my nearly dollified state.

I glanced up to an androgynous Yuri. Well, seemingly still female, but only just. Her smile was small and awkward. "Welcome back," she timidly whispered.

My overactive sex drive made me reach down below, much like a smoker needing a cigarette to relax. My fingers were greeted with the firm plastic of a very large dildo wedged into my pussy. "What... Is that Blake?"

Yuri nodded. "He kept fucking you all night. Well, fucking me with you on. Wouldn't take you off, and by the time he changed into a sex doll I was riding him and you. He came a lot... so don't take that out until you get to the bathroom."

Gingerly, she helped me stand. I could feel the dildo... I could feel Blake pushed deep in me, stretching my pussy so wide he wouldn't fall out. I had to waddle slowly with my fiance between my hips, noting the copious sloshing inside of me. By the time I was in the tub I had orgasmed just from the movement, and my body was becoming very stimulated and real again.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, writhing my hips. The monster cock Blake had turned into was too deep and too big to get out. "I... I need your help Yuri... Get it out..."

Her fingers grabbed hold of the base and started to pull, twisting the dildo around inside of me. I whimpered and moaned, my hips bucking as pleasure and pain overwhelmed me and made me finish repeatedly. The suction seal Blake had made was too strong, he was lodged in until--

With a pop like a champagne cork the dildo flew from my pussy and landed in the bathtub with me as my insides sprayed the copious loads he had left in me. I felt dizzy, recovering while Yuri cleaned me up. As my body slowly restored to flesh and blood, any stretching or damage seemed to mend itself. I had to climb out of the tub on weak limbs and smiled at Yuri after she had done her best to make me decent.

"Fuck, I'm so tired..."

She chuckled, nodding. "It's been a long weekend of getting fucked over and over again. Now that I'm not all sexed up..."

I laughed. "Yeah, it kind of hits you all at once, right?" I staggered my way to the bedroom, where the hourglass sat on the bed. It wasn't blindingly pink anymore, but just a calm and soothing pink about at my normal level. I turned it horizontal and set it aside so I could curl up.

"Don't you want to turn Blake back?" There was a drop of concern in her voice, but more so a curiosity at my plans.

"I spent, what, a week and a weekend as a toy? I figure my fiance can be a cock for a bit. It's not the end of the world."

"We do have our project at work coming up. I'd rather not be working on it alone."

I sighed. Responsibility strikes again, I mused. Wielding the massive dildo like a wand, I nudged the hourglass so that it would turn Blake back. With a wink at Yuri I slipped under the covers, the dildo sneaking between my legs. "I guess it's bedtime then." She hesitated, looking at the bed and the door to leave. "Oh, come on. There's enough Blake here for us both to enjoy. We'll sort out what this means in the morning but for now, you're welcome to spend the night. With me, that is."

Her grin told me enough, and I realized that my fiance and I were in a threesome of some sort now. At least we would be when he turned back. Right now, I was just about to have a lesbian fling.