Part One
Part Two
My eyes slowly opened with the dim light of Saturday morning entering my bedroom. I go to reposition myself in bed, but I’m stopped by a massive wall behind me, and a force keeping me in place. I look down to see a hairy, male arm wrapped over the blankets over me. Not my arm.
What, my heart skips a beat in my chest, then my memories flood back from the night before. Kate, or Kyle or whatever, was spooning me, silently dozing off. I looked down, black cascading hair fell down my shoulders. Kris’s PJs fit me, a little loosely, but I could still feel the weight of my tits slightly sagging towards the bed as I lay on my side. And my crotch… a sense of emptiness.
“Oh hey”, his voice broke the silence of the morning. “You’re up.” All at once his body repositioned, closing any air that remained between us as he tightened his hold. His arm bar warped around, grabbing the area just below my tit as his wall of heated flesh snuggly aligned against my back and his crotch sloted against my ass.
“Nooo come-on Kate.” I said, feeling anger rise up, struggling to worm out of the spoon. “You poisoned me! Turn me into a chick!” For the first time, I heard the feminine shrillness of my voice.
“Now don’t be dramatic. It will wear off at around 9 PM. And you enjoyed it! I enjoyed it! You got your threesome!”
“No I didn’t” I refuted. It was ridiculous to argue with him wrapped around my body. I tried to move away, but his strength pinned me in place. I don’t think he even noticed my feeble attempt.
“You literally said ‘more more more fuck yes’ and fucking gave me a killer blow job and licked your lips.” A rush of heat arrived on my cheeks as more details of the night came back. I could feel dick start to strain against his underwear, pushing against my ass.
“That was… the drugs.”
“Nah girl, the mood enhancers only lasted for the first 30 minutes. That was all you.” His lips then kissed my cheek to make the point.
“Still… not fair.” I garbled together, as I felt his cock twinge. His hot breath on my neck.
“You know what… I’ll throw you a bone. Anything we do today, you can do to me next weekend.” His hand moved up from my ribs to scoop my tit, his thumb slowly started to outline my nipple through my pjs -her pjs.
“Anything?” I asked, more airy than I intended. I felt his lips brush my neck.
“Anything I do to you.” He clarified, “like solving my morning wood.”
“Fuck… I’m cumming.” He warned, ending the long session of him riding me from the back. “Fuck yes, god-yes.” I felt him shudder, as his right hand grasped my ass and squeezed. Hard.
I felt his cock twitch… and a sense of filling, as he unloaded into my pussy. I could feel it overflowing, coating his shaft and dribbling down my thigh. Exhausted from the two orgasms Kyle’s ramming brought me to, I collapsed back on the bed.
BVZZZZZ I grogily opened my eyes. Was that the garage door? How long was I out? My hand instinctively went to my phone, and… my faceID failed of course. Manually punching in my password, I was greeted with a text from Kate:
“Went to go get groceries for the week, gonna see how it is being a dude outside lol. You should clean up the house, your weekend for chores after all. I’ll leave instructions for your hair. Btw, left you something you should wear while cleaning… should look familiar ;)”
Fuck fuck fuck, I stumbled out of bed, feeling crust near my crotch. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it Taylo-Tyler. I opened the bathroom door, seeing a short note on hair maintenance, and… the infamous maid outfit, hanging up by the towels.
“Next week…” I grimble to myself. “I’m going make you sleep in lingerie and fuck you all morning.” I plotted. I can’t believe she still holds a grudge over this outfit. I shook my head and headed to the shower.
The shower was strange. Of course, cleaning off the dried cum was degrading, but afterways, feeling how smooth my skin was, how sensitive the water felt... It was the first time I could actually inspect what body this drug gave me. My hands traveled down, supporting my breasts, smaller than Kate’s, but still probably C’s? My ass felt… juicy? Like if I were to wear yoga pants, they would make male-me stare for at least a couple seconds.
The water started turning cold, I was putting off my doom.
I dried, taking some care to follow Kate’s instructions with my hair. She wouldn’t go out of her way to not leave this 4 step process if it wasn’t important. And then I prepared to face my foe.
Fuck I looked hot.
Fuck Kyle was going to destroy me. The familiar feeling of heat returned to my body at the idea. A sense of longing. Bro… settle down. You’re a guy. This is just a prank gone fucking wrong. Sure mind blasting orgasms are mind blasting orgasms, but this isn’t you.
An hour into the chores, Kyle returned home, making short work of me. And giving me the chance to fuck Kate in the ass next Saturday…
“...If I survive that long.” I thought grimly. Thankfully, before I knew it, it was 6:30 PM, and here I was getting wined and dined. Face with a layer of simple makeup, sitting pretty in a dark red dress that Kyle bought ‘just in my size’, with built in padding to ‘make those tits of yours pop’. Why he spent 100 bucks on a dress for a single date, I don’t want to think about.
Sitting in the restaurant, listening to Kyle go on and on about how fun it was to be strong, taken seriously, and all that came to my mind was how my pussy & asshole felt sore from all the fucking, my mind confused from the way my gaze lingered on men’s arms and shoulders, and how my nerves were on edge as I noticed how other men checked me out. Worst of all, looking at Kyle smile and laugh at my recounting of the last 24 hours, I was starting to feel a little bit horny.
Okay… One more time can’t hurt, right?
