Chapter 1

Nick knew he was in trouble when he walked into the new director’s office and the human resources manager, Sandy Guikema, was waiting for him. She was seated in the leather chair off to the side, her long legs crossed and a tablet computer clasped in her elegant hands. Ominously, her face was closed and she was unsmiling.

The director, Sylvia Chen, looked up at him as he entered, an expression of polite disinterest on her face. The university’s vice president of communications had hired her a week ago without input from the staff at the radio station, something that should have served as a warning but hadn’t registered at the time. In hindsight, Nick realized he should have been worried. He’d assumed Chen avoided him because she was busy settling into her new job. It wasn’t unusual, he’d rationalized, for the new director of a public radio station to not meet with her news manager right away. He was just one of six managers, after all.

Ms. Chen straightened in her chair, setting her jaw and narrowing her eyes slightly. She was a small woman with short, black hair, wire glasses, and a round face. Pretty, he decided then, but also menacing. As her eyes bored into him, Nick felt his pulse spike. This isn’t good, he thought as he tried desperately to mask his anxiety. Adopting an appropriately (he hoped) obsequious demeanor, he inclined his head toward the women and waited for permission to be seated.

“Mr. Carlson,” Chen said, nodding toward the chair before her immense oaken desk. “Please.”

He settled down stiffly, casting a glance over to Sandy who avoided meeting his gaze. Definitely not good, he thought, skin growing clammy. He loosened his tie and looked down at his feet.

Chen cleared her throat. “I will get to the point, Mr. Carlson,” she said in an inflectionless tone. “I have received complaints about your behavior toward certain staff members.” Pausing to fix him with her disconcertingly clear gaze, she continued, “Specifically, some staff members have alerted us to your comments about your female interns as well as your…antics…in the women’s restroom.”

Nick swallowed and, fighting back panic, thought, Shit! Shit! Shit! She found out about Jessie and me! 

His pulse had started to pound harder with each of Chen’s words. By the time she finished, his whole body had broken out in a clammy sweat. He hunched down in his chair as a sick understanding settled over him like an oily cloud: This early morning meeting was even worse than he’d feared. His career and possibly his marriage (if his wife, Stacey, found out about Jessie) were on the line and he was about to get fired.  

So, here it is, he thought forlornly, my ‘Me, Too’ moment. Fuck! Why the fuck did we have to get a woman director? Why couldn’t Steve have stayed on? Steve was such a great guy! Steve was the perfect boss! Steve knew what it was like to be a guy!

Next to him, Sandy sat up in her chair, explaining, “Director Chen and I take these complaints very seriously and have followed up by interviewing people and collecting information on your behavior. We have determined that the allegations are credible.”

“Wait,” he started to say, holding up a hand. “I can expl–”

“No need,” Chen interrupted calmly. “I did not call you here to explain. I called you in to tell you that this behavior will cease today. From now on, you will respect your coworkers and interns. You will not touch any of my employees–even on the arm–again. You will not allow yourself to be alone with any of the women who work here. You will not socialize with any of your women coworkers outside of this building. And, most importantly, you will NEVER enter the women’s bathroom again. Do you understand me, Mr. Carlson?”

Nick bowed his head, simultaneously burning with humiliation and breathing a sigh of relief. (He wasn’t going to be fired outright!) When he spoke, his voice wavered, “Yes, ma’am.”

Chen stiffened. “‘Ma’am’?” she repeated, making the word sound like an insult. “Do not ever call me that again. I am Ms. Chen.” She stopped, holding up a finger, before pronouncing, “And only Ms. Chen.”

Being chastised in this way ignited a little of his customary fire. Nick’s ears reddened and he had to force himself to stop clenching his fists. Suddenly, he no longer cared if his job was on the line. In more than twenty years in the business world, he had never been treated like this and he hated it. Fuck this shit! he swore to himself. I’m not a child! I’m gonna get my resume together as soon as I get back to my desk. I’m getting outta here as fast as I can!

Ms. Chen wasn’t through with him, though.

“And if I ever hear that you have referred to a woman as ‘only a hole’ again,” she stated coldly, “I will terminate your employment at this station on the spot.”

The threat squelched Nick’s fire almost as suddenly as it had flamed up and his face drained of color. How the fuck does she know about that? he wondered frantically, mind racing back to the night a week ago when he and a bunch of the guys from the station had gotten together for beer and poker. It had only been men–his best bros!–and they’d all been talking shit as they got their buzz on. He couldn’t believe that one of his bros had sold him out to the boss by repeating the words he’d used to describe her.

“Really, Mr. Carlson,” Chen continued, voice dripping with disdain. “Is that how you refer to your wife and daughters? Are they ‘only holes’ to you as well?”

“No, ma–I mean, Ms. Chen,” he muttered, shifting in his chair. Sweat was now pouring down his torso and gathering in the darkening stains on his dress shirt. 

Beside him, Sandy unfolded her legs and leaned back in her chair. She set her tablet computer aside as she regarded him for a moment. When she spoke, her low voice was rich, throaty and–Nick reluctantly admitted–unbearably sexy. He shivered inadvertently. He hated his body right then for betraying him and yet he couldn’t help feeling turned on. He knew she was not a friend of his and had probably orchestrated this whole, humiliating experience, and yet he was powerless against the animal magnetism she exerted on his groin. He could feel his cock harden in his slacks even as he gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the sensation.

“Tomorrow,” Sandy was saying, “I am holding a training on sexual harassment and implicit bias and you will be there.”

Nick looked up at her, agony clearly etched across his face. No doubt she interpreted it as shame but it was more than that. More tortuous. It was the agony of shame mixed with carnal desire. Why did she have to be so fucking gorgeous…and so hateful at the same time? Tall and blond with green eyes and long hair and shapely breasts, Sandy Perkins was the epitome of classic female beauty. Everything about her seemed designed to torment him. And yet her dislike for him was palpable…and, of course, she was the human resources manager, something that made her radioactive. He struggled, trying to look away but he was caught in her gaze. More than caught, he was drowning in it.

“After the training, you and I will sit down and develop an equity action plan for your department,” she continued, sounding perfunctory. He knew she had already mentally finished with him and wanted to be done with the meeting.

“Equity…action…plan?” he managed to croak after a long silence.

Sandy nodded her beautiful head before fixing him once again with those bewitching green eyes. “Yes, Nick. The only men in your department work remotely and all of your subordinates are female. Why is that?”

He blinked. He’d never thought about it but she was right. Both of his assistant news managers were men who worked in remote bureaus. And the reporters in all three bureaus were women. Simply put, the men in his department were all in managerial positions while the reporters and interns were all women.

Realizing that she was waiting for his reply, he stammered, “I, uh, I-I-I, I mean–”

Sandy didn’t wait for him to finish. Standing up, her mouth twisted with derision as she pronounced, “I’ve heard enough. Tomorrow, Nick Carlson, is the first day of your new life. Tomorrow everything will change.”

***

Nick woke up the next morning at 5:00am feeling refreshed. For some reason, the humiliating events of yesterday had disappeared from his mind and he jumped out of bed, ready to attack the day. His wife, Stacey, and his young daughters were still asleep; it would be an hour before they woke and he would be long gone by that point. It was Stacey’s job to get the girls ready for school. Stacey’s job to feed them and drop them off at class. Stacey’s job because she only worked part time and he made the money for the family.

He showered quickly and then, careful to keep the lights off, struggled into the clothes that Stacey had laid out for him. (He relied on her to pick out his clothes.) Stumbling downstairs, he didn’t bother to make breakfast; he would pick up a bagel on the way to work when he stopped by the cafe near the studio.

Like he did every morning, he arrived at the coffee shop by 5:30am, stomach growling. The cute barista, Stefani, must have had the day off because there was a young guy waiting behind the counter, yawning sleepily. Nick didn’t normally pay much attention to male baristas but he did a double take when he saw the dude. Jesus, he thought, this kid could be Stefani’s brother. He was about Stefani’s height with the same dark, brown hair and hazel eyes. He even wore his hair in a similar style, the sides of his head shaved and long hair tied back in a top knot.

“The usual, man?”

Nick blinked. “Huh?”

The barista smiled. “Vanilla soy latte with an extra shot and an onion bagel. Go easy on the cream cheese, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Nick replied, struggling to remember this kid. He swore he’d never seen him before but somehow he knew exactly what Nick ordered every morning. “Did the manager tell you what I order or something?” he asked, looking past the kid’s shoulder but there was no manager to be seen.

The guy laughed. “Nah, man. Just call me observant. You’ve been ordering the same thing every morning for the past year since I started working here.” He paused and arched an eyebrow, fixing Nick with a coy look, “Or did you forget me already?”

At that moment, Nick’s gaze slid down to the young guy’s name tag and he took an inadvertent step backward when he read the name ‘STEF’ stenciled in bold lettering on the front. Even more confounding, Nick saw then that the guy’s arm tattoos were identical to Stephani’s. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down as he stared at the familiar designs inked on an unfamiliar man’s biceps.

“You Ok, bro?” Stef inquired, the corner of his mouth quirking. He clearly enjoyed toying with Nick.

Nick shook himself, hair standing up on the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he mumbled, struggling to sound casual. “Just get me the usual.”

“Ex-cel-lent,” Stef drawled, giving him a sly wink before turning to get his drink ready.

***

The studio was empty except for Peter, the morning host, when Nick arrived. He always liked getting to work before everyone else. The first couple hours of the morning were his most productive and he busied himself editing the audio for the morning’s new stories. Strangely, though, there were a bunch of audio clips from reporters he didn’t recognize. Brow furrowing, he replayed the recordings one by one, growing more confused by the moment.

He didn’t recognize any of the voices. All of his reporters were women but the news stories had been voiced by men. Even weirder, the reporters signed off with familiar-sounding names. Familiar but not quite right. Instead of Kelly Bannon, it was Kyle Bannon. Instead of Chrissy Gomez, it was Chris. And instead of Valerie Kahn, it was Val.

Huh?

Nick looked at his Google calendar, trying to figure out if it was a special day like ‘Trade Places with Your Sibling Day’ or some stupid thing like that but there wasn’t anything. It was September, too, so this couldn’t be an April Fool’s Day prank. He checked his email, looking for a message from his bureau chiefs to explain the bizarre twist.

Nothing.

He fired off an email to Oliver and Carson, his assistant news managers, demanding to know what was going on and then sat back in his desk, feeling unsettled. Only then did he remember the horrible meeting from the day before.

‘Tomorrow,’ Sandy had warned just before walking out of Chen’s office, ‘everything will change.’

Nick groaned as the pieces of the puzzle came together. Had she replaced all of his reporters with men and not told him? Was that what she meant? But…if that was the case, why did they all have the same last name as his female reporters? Perhaps that part was a joke? It seemed far fetched but it was the only thing he had to go on.

He looked back to his laptop screen and saw that Oliver had responded. His message read, ‘Ha ha! You drinking already, Boss?’

Nick leaned forward, blood pressure spiking as he reread the message. How dare Oliver treat him like that! He wasn’t crazy! And he wasn’t imagining things! He knew his reporters! He placed his fingers on the keyboard, preparing to send a blistering reply when he heard something in the background that made his skin prickle.

The on-air programming for the radio station was piped throughout the building. Nick was so accustomed to hearing it that he mostly ignored it unless a particularly important story was airing. At that moment, one of the hosts from the national office was signing off at the end of a segment. It was a man’s voice but the name was not. He distinctly heard, “…and I’m Michel Martin,” before the program went to a station break.

Michelle Martin? He knew for a fact that Michelle was a woman. She worked in the DC bureau and he had met her several times. Michelle was most definitely not a man. And yet ‘her’ voice had been deep–far too deep!–to belong to a woman. Unless Michelle had a really bad cold, she did not sound at all like that.

Sweat trickling down his armpits, Nick rubbed his temples. Suddenly, his theory that Sandy was behind this gender-bending nonsense seemed less plausible. Unless she had somehow managed to replace the female hosts on the national news show, too. He shook his head. Nah, Sandy was clever even she wasn’t that talented or powerful.

There has to be a logical explanation.

He forced himself to take a deep breath. Looking at the clock, he realized he didn’t have time to dwell on it right then because the 6:04am newscast was coming up and he had to release the news stories. Fingers trembling slightly, he clicked the ‘Post’ button for each story and took a sip of his coffee.

Get yourself under control, Nick.

He had just put down his cup when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone stroll into the newsroom. He glanced up at the clock and smiled to himself. That had to be one of his production interns, Lauren and Jessie. He looked out of his office and saw a familiar mop of black hair and a backpack.

Jessie.

His favorite.

The intern he’d messed around with in the women’s bathroom. The intern with big tits, tight tummy, and voluptuous ass.

Jessie.

With Jessie’s arrival, all thoughts and concerns disappeared instantly from his mind and he was hard in seconds. His dick didn’t care that she had been the inadvertent cause behind his demeaning reprimand the day before. His dick didn’t care that his marriage would be over if Stacey ever caught word of Jessie. Fuck, his dick didn’t even care that his involvement with Jessie could lead to the end of his career.

His dick didn’t care because Jessie was fucking hot and she was so into him!

“Good morning, Jessie!” he called out brightly, sitting up straighter in his chair, all but bursting with expectation. 

And he just about fell out of that same chair a moment later when a deep voice replied, “G’morning, Boss!” A tall, shaggy-haired jock poked his head inside Nick’s office, a broad smile spreading across his bearded face. “How’s it hangin’ this morning?”

Nick’s eyes went round as he stammered, “W-W-Who are you?”

The tall man grinned. “Uh, I was Jesse Al Sayed, your production intern, the last time I checked.” He paused to look down at himself before nodding his head, “Yep, I’m still me alright.”

Nick pushed himself away from his desk, mouth hanging open. He was struggling to utter a reply when there was a sound from the newsroom and he looked over to see a blond-haired guy emerge from behind Jesse’s (?!) shoulder. He was holding a cup of coffee and smiling pleasantly.

As Nick stared and Jesse folded his arms in annoyance, the guy held the cup out to Nick, announcing, “Your double soy latte, Boss!”

Before Nick could move to accept the gift, Jesse muttered, “Coffee? Really? Yer such a fuckin’ brown noser, Loren!”

“Fuck yeah, man!” the blond guy laughed, shaking the cup in front of Nick’s face until he reached up and took it. “Gotta treat our man right.”

Jesse shook his head, disgust plainly written across his handsome face. “You think that’s gonna get you hired here after you graduate, dude?” He paused to snort derisively. “My Nick’s not that shallow.”

These words had an immediate, incendiary effect on Impostor Loren–as Nick mentally referred to him–and he rounded on Impostor Jesse, puffing out his chest menacingly. He was a good head shorter than Jesse but made up for it with his exceedingly stout physique. (He’s built like a fuckin’ tank! Nick thought in a far off corner of his mind.) 

“‘My Nick’?” Impostor Loren repeated. “‘My Nick’!? He’s not your fucking property, dude! Last I checked, he’s the boss of both of us!”

“Maybe,” Jesse conceded, smirking, “but he likes me best. Don’t ya, Nick?”

Nick fish-mouthed, looking from one jock to the other, the hair on the back of his neck slowly rising. He could have sworn he’d never seen either of the young guys before in his life…and yet…and yet…if he squinted, he had to admit they bore a strange resemblance to the real Jessie and Lauren.

Impostor Jesse was tall like Real Jessie. He had the same thick, black hair. The same basic build. Where Jessie had big breasts and wide hips, Impostor Jesse had a muscular chest and broad, thick thighs. He was clearly a football player, probably on the defensive line.

Impostor Loren was short like Real Lauren. He had the same color hair and the same blue eyes. Even his button nose was just like Lauren’s. Nick preferred his women on the heavy side with lots of curves and Real Lauren had a figure that verged on Rubenesque. Likewise, Impostor Loren was thick-bodied and, well, if a man could be considered curvy then Impostor Loren was definitely curvy.

But he was guy.

And Lauren was definitely not a guy.

What the fuck was going on?

Jesse cleared his throat and Nick snapped back to the present, realizing both guys were waiting for his answer. He shook himself and carefully set the coffee aside, saying, “Look, guys, I can’t deal with this right now. I got work to do.” 

In a silent dismissal, he turned back to his laptop and pretended to focus on his email. Beside him, Loren’s eyes flashed with triumph and Jesse’s shoulders slumped in defeat. After a moment, both impostors shuffled out of his office. Only after they had disappeared around the corner did Nick let go of the breath he was holding.

What in the fucking hell is going on?

***

Chapter 2

Nick had never been so happy to see his best office bud, Eddie Baxter, at the morning news meeting. He had watched in growing disbelief as the reporters filed into the newsroom and settled in at their desks. Every one of them was a guy. Every one! As the room filled up with men–men who all looked like they could be related to their ‘real’ female counterparts–Nick became increasingly uneasy and creeped out. It was, therefore, a great relief when Eddie appeared looking unchanged. Nick had to resist the urge to hug his friend out of exuberant relief. Instead, he smiled broadly, taking in reassuring sight of the first normal person he’d encountered that morning. Eddie was smartly dressed as usual, afro stylishly teased up and beard trimmed in sharp, straight lines. He looked tired but otherwise the same as always.

Well, mostly the same.

“Hey, bud,” Nick called out, poking him mischievously in the ribs. “You’ve been eating too many donuts or something? Looks like you need to go on a diet.”

Eddie grimaced, reaching down to cradle his prominent belly. “Fuck you, asshole! You know what it’s like when ya got a bun in the ol’ oven. Shit! I can’t wait to pop this thing out! It sucks being pregnant.”

Nick snickered and rolled his eyes. “Shut up, man! Yer such a dork.”

Eddie gave him a funny look. “Nick, what’re you talkin’ ‘bout? I’m seven months pregnant. You threw me a shower last week. Dontcha remember?”

Nick started to grin but froze as he searched his friend’s face. Eddie didn’t blink, didn’t betray any hint that he was joking. He looked completely serious. Nick waited but no crack appeared in Eddie’s facade; he continued to gaze back at him evenly. Finally, when Nick didn’t reply, Eddie reached out and took his hand, placing it on top of his round belly. At first, Nick felt nothing but then there was a distinct and undeniable kick.

From a baby.

It was just like he remembered when Stacey was pregnant.

Snatching his hand away as if scalded, he exclaimed, “Holy fuck!! Y-Y-Yer really pregnant?”

Eddie smiled, arching an elegant eyebrow as he drawled, “As preggerz as shit, man.” He bumped his shoulder into Nick’s, laughing, “You feel alright, buddy? Yer actin’ a little weird this morning.”

Nick realized his mouth was hanging open and he closed it with a snap. His mind tried and then promptly rebelled at his attempt to imagine how male pregnancy was biologically possible. He couldn’t do it! He couldn’t even go there! It took everything he had to stop himself from running out of the room. The whole day–the whole damned day!–was just too fucking weird. He couldn’t take any more!

This is just a dream, Nick, he thought feverishly as he took a deep, gulping breath. You’re just dreaming. You’re gonna wake up and everything will be normal. Just hold on. Just hold the fuck on!

While he struggled to maintain a grasp on his tenuous self-control, Eddie turned to survey the gathering of men, gaze landing on Jesse and Loren as they kidded around with each other across the room. Looking Jesse up and down with a lascivious gleam in his eye, he licked his lips, muttering under his breath, “Jee-sus! That’s one fine hunk of man right there, Nick! Yer so lucky! And look at that fuckin’ bulge! That’s 100% Arabian stallion right there. Shit, if I weren’t ridin’ high in the third trimester right now, I’d ride him all night!”

Nick had to suppress a jolt of surprise at this comment. The only thing more unexpected than Eddie being pregnant (!) was Eddie being gay. He knew for a fact that Eddie was as straight as they came! There was no way that the Eddie he knew would ever check out another guy. No way!

And yet, when he looked up Eddie was all but drooling at the sight of the intern. He was eyeing Jesse so avidly that, almost unconsciously, Nick turned to see what it was about Jesse that had Eddie so worked up.

!

!!

!!!

He had to grab onto Eddie’s arm to stop from falling over. A low moan of disbelief escaped his lips before he could stop himself. That belongs to Jesse? No way! But, no, he wasn’t imagining things. As he watched in shock, Jesse shifted his weight onto his heels and leaned back slightly, giving them a perfect view of his profile.

Holy fucking shit! That can’t be real!

He closed his eyes and then reopened them, hoping that this would clear his vision.

It didn’t work.

He tried to make himself look away but he couldn’t.

He never seen anything like it before.

But there was no doubt about it.

Jesse Al Sayed was hung.

Super hung.

Nick didn’t know how he’d missed it before but Jesse was wearing jeans that had been tailored to accommodate (or maybe accentuate) his stupendously huge package. His bulge jutted out before him in a giant sausage in a casing that was on the verge of exploding. It was so huge that it was almost ridiculous.

No, scratch that. It was ridiculous. It wasn’t real! Nick started to smile to himself, convinced that Jesse was just pulling a stupid prank but then Loren turned toward them and unconsciously reached down to adjust himself. When his hand fell away, Nick was left gaping at the extremely huge bulge filling out the front of Loren’s jeans, too.

Loren’s package might not be quite as gigantic as Jesse’s but he wasn’t far behind.

Nick swallowed, feeling his body trembling. He closed his eyes again and then, as Eddie continued to prattle on about Jesse’s magnificence, he very covertly looked over at his ‘pregnant’ friend. He had to shift slightly to the side in order to see beneath Eddie’s big belly but, when he did, he saw that his crotch was normal. Eddie’s khakis hadn’t been altered. There was no evidence of a bulge at all. Well, maybe just a hint–He was a black guy after all!–but nothing out of the ordinary. 

Nick relaxed a little and then cast his gaze down toward his own crotch.

Normal.

Yeah, he was normal, too.

No distended bulge. Just as flat as ever down there.

He relaxed further before bracing himself again as a thought struck him.

Why didn’t he have a big bulge, too?

If this was a dream, shouldn’t he be hung just like everyone else?

Why did Impostor Jesse and Loren get to be men with huge bulges while he and Eddie were left out?

It wasn’t fair!

It wasn’t–

Wait.

What?

Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

The last of the reporters were filing into the newsroom. The chairs were all taken so the stragglers had to stand. Holding his breath, he turned and checked them out unobtrusively. The guys were standing, looking over to him expectantly, waiting for him to start the meeting. Some were dressed casually and others wore suits. Some were short and some were tall. Some were thin and some were husky. They were a mix of races and skin colors. Just like his reporters had been yesterday…when they all had been women!

But, standing there facing him with their arms crossed, it was obvious that they shared another trait in common besides being men: They all sported incredibly huge packages. To a man, their massive equipment was all but busting out of their pants. Jesse was definitely the biggest of the lot but there were quite a number of close runners up. 

Nick felt sick and had to steady himself on Eddie’s arm again as he absorbed the bizarre sight. Somehow their casual demeanor–the way they stood so nonchalantly, watching him with expressions that ranged from bored to mildly interested–made him realize this wasn’t a dream. It was too vivid. Too clear, too…pedestrian. He wouldn’t dream this!

But if it wasn’t a dream, that meant it was real. Well, maybe not exactly real. More like a really good con job. He wasn’t crazy after all! He knew there was no way that all of his female employees had turned into men overnight. And he definitely knew that men did not possess giant organs like these guys had. And, of course, men did not get pregnant!

Yes, that was it.

It was all a hoax!

But, if it was a hoax, who was behind it?

Who, indeed?

He grimaced as the answer came to him.

There could be only one person. 

Nick clenched his fists, heat climbing up his neck into his face.

He knew who it was.

Oh, yes, he knew!

Sandy Guikema in HR.

He had previously dismissed her involvement in the strange events of the morning but now realized he’d been too hasty. The more he thought about it, the more he knew there was no other explanation: The human resources manager had planned this! Sandy was getting back at him with this elaborate set up! She was punking him and punking him good! 

Somehow, she’d gotten everyone–even the people at the coffee shop and the folks in the DC bureau–to play along. She’d found stand-ins with stuffed crotches to pretend to be his reporters. She’d convinced a man to voice Michelle Martin’s story on the radio. And she had even convinced Eddie to wear a fake belly with a robotic baby inside. Yes, that’s it! he thought, feverish with indignation.The bitch is doing it! The bitch is trying to ruin me! 

Now seething, he forced himself to school his features as he planned his revenge. The last thing he wanted was to show how close Sandy had come to making a fool out of him. Oh, no! He wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction! He would show her! Ha! He’d play it cool. Yeah, that was it! He’d play along until the meeting was over and then confront her in her office. He’d make her regret it! He’d make her pay for–

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Without thinking, he pulled it out and glanced down to discover a text from Stacey. >>Hey, Boo!<< the message read >>How’s your day going?<< The words were followed by a ton of cute emojis.

As he read it, Nick had to wrestle with himself to stop from bursting into tears. He was so worked up from Sandy’s malicious and elaborate hoax that receiving even the most inane text from his wife was nearly enough to undo him. Exerting great effort, he managed to hold it together, though. He held up his finger to the assembled group of reporters and took a moment to reply.

>>Doing Ok.<< he typed. >>Been a difficult morning, though. Can’t wait to tell you about it!<<

The message sent, he pocketed the phone again and looked up at the men posing as his employees. Favoring with them with a smile that he hoped appeared to be genuine, he began, “Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen! It’s been quite a morning already but let’s get down to business…”

***

Chapter 3

Nick all but ran down the hall to Sandy’s office as soon as the news meeting was over. He didn’t knock, didn’t give her a chance to answer the door, didn’t even care if she was in the middle of a confidential meeting. He just burst in and slammed the door shut behind him.

“SANDY!” he yelled. “STOP IT! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!”

A young, handsome man looked up from his desk and regarded him quizzically. After a moment, he asked, “Stop what, Nick? Why’re you so upset?”

Chest heaving, Nick took a deep breath before shouting, “I don’t know who the fuck you are but you’re not Sandy!” He looked around the office wildly as if he expected to find her hiding behind the curtains. When he didn’t see anyone, he stormed up to the desk and loomed over the young man, spitting, “Where is she? Where is she, huh? WHERE IS SANDY?”

Unphased, the man raised an eyebrow. When he spoke, his deep voice was a pleasant rumble. “‘She’?” he queried, pronouncing the word as if for the first time, “I’m sorry, Nick. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am Sandy Guikema. There is no one else here by that name.”

Nick’s lip curled. “Very funny, asshole, but yer not gonna fool me! It was funny the first hundred times but it’s not fucking funny anymore!”

The man’s forehead wrinkled at his use of profanity but he maintained his composure as he sighed and pushed himself away from his desk. Motioning to the leather sofa against the far wall, he coaxed, “I see you’re upset, Nick. Shall we talk about it?”

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!” Nick screamed. “I WANT YOU TO STOP!”

Silence.

The young man remained seated, his expression perplexed. Almost against his will, Nick noticed then that he was quite attractive. Clearly of Dutch descent, he possessed strong, angular features. His thick, sandy brown hair was stylishly trimmed, left long on top and carefully flipped back from his forehead. His eyes were green, the same color of green as the ‘real’ Sandy. His hands were huge and his frame was broad and muscular but his wide torso rapidly narrowed down to a slender, almost willowy waist. Clearly, he worked out and was in great shape. 

Looking down at him, Nick became increasingly unsettled. Given his over-wrought state, it took him awhile to realize the reason: He was becoming aroused. His cock was hardening rapidly inside his pants and soon was throbbing almost painfully. He flushed, heat creeping up the back of his neck as the sweat glands in his armpits began to trickle. What the fuck!? Why the fuck am I getting turned on?

Horrified at himself, he was preparing to take a step backward and flee when the door flew open. Both he and Sandy swiveled to witness a small but powerful man stomping into the office. He was wearing a smart, gray suit, wire-rimmed glasses, and patent leather shoes and had a very angry expression on his face. Something about his face seemed familiar but Nick’s attention was drawn further down: He was captivated by the bulge pressing luridly against the black pouch sewn into the front of the man’s slacks. Stretched dangerously thin, the pouch revealed the precise outline of s snake-like cock and a pair of bull balls. Nick blinked, unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva as he stared at the mesmerizing appendage.

The man opened his mouth to shout but Impostor Sandy cut him off, soothing, “It’s Ok, Mr. Chen. Nick was just venting.” Turning to Nick, he urged, “Would you mind keeping it down, Nick? Mr. Chen is in an important meeting.”

Dumbly, Nick nodded and the man in the doorway–‘Mr. Chen’? Apparently, even Ms. Chen had been replaced by a man!–grumbled at them incoherently before turning and closing the door behind him.

Sandy looked back to Nick, jerking his chin over to the sofa.

By that point, the righteous indignation that had propelled him into Sandy’s office had burned away leaving only ashes. Nick looked down, feeling both flummoxed and ashamed of himself. Ashamed both of his outburst and his persistent arousal. He was still rock-hard and his poor cock felt like it was being strangled. Dimly, he wondered why this was. Were his underwear bunched up or too tight? He shifted slightly and looked down surreptitiously at his crotch. There was a noticeable bulge but it was nothing compared to the giant package that had been hanging out of the so-called Mr. Chen’s pants. Under normal circumstances, Nick would have been mortified sporting wood at work but, in this topsy turvy world he’d stepped into, his bulge was barely significant.

He stumbled over and collapsed down onto the sofa, holding his head in his hands. After a pause, he heard Sandy push the chair back from the desk and pace across the room to settle onto the cushion next to him. He sat apart but Nick was keenly aware of his knee pressing against his own. When he shifted away, though, Sandy adjusted automatically, maintaining the contact.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Nick.”

That voice! Shit, that voice! It pulled strings that Nick didn’t even know he had, mostly strings attached to his cock because he could feel it twitch with every word. This male Sandy’s voice was even more sultry than the female version! It was pure torture and Nick moaned, hunching his shoulders and burrowing his face into his hands. He couldn’t take any more of this! Everything was going crazy around him and he was spiraling out of control along with it!

“Awww, Nick,” Sandy murmured, reaching out to put a warm hand on his shoulder. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Nick gritted his teeth. He was perilously close to losing it but refused to allow himself to break down. There was no way he was going to give in. He knew that something was very wrong and wasn’t about to give Sandy the satisfaction of winning. He might not know exactly how Sandy–the real Sandy, not this fake one!–had done what she’d done but he would figure it out eventually. Until then, he just had to keep a stiff upper lip and soldier on. He was stronger than this! He was Nick fucking Carlson, after all! He was a man! A real man!

When he didn’t speak, Sandy scooted closer until his muscular thigh was pressing firmly against Nick’s. When Nick didn’t resist, he moved his hand onto his back and began rubbing it in circular motions. Somehow a sigh escaped Nick’s clenched jaw. All sorts of alarm bells were ringing at full volume inside his skull but he lacked the emotional wherewithal to pull away. Far back in his beleaguered brain, he knew this was because he didn’t want to. He liked it.

He liked it when Sandy touched him.

“…didn’t want to hire you but I stood up for you, Nick,” Sandy was saying. His beautiful, resonant voice sounded like it was coming from far away. It was so deep, so pleasing, so…manly…that it lulled Nick into a sleepy but euphoric state. He found himself relaxing, settling into Sandy’s massage and smiling as that big, strong hand worked its way downward. Inside his confining pants, his cock was so hard it hurt. He knew it was probably leaking, too, but couldn’t make himself care enough to do anything about it. He leaned forward, giving Sandy full access to his back…and further down.

“…turned out to be worth the risk. Despite costing the station a lot for two long, paternity leaves, you have been the best news manager we’ve ever had…”

Nick grinned. Fuck, yeah! He was the best damned news manager! It was so great to hear Sandy recognize that fact. When Sandy’s fingers slipped beneath his belt and caressed the tender skin of his ass, he barely twitched. He trusted this Sandy. This male version of Sandy treated him so much better than the female Sandy had! He liked this Sandy so much he almost didn’t want to go back to the way things used to be.

“Chen said there are two kinds of people in this world,” Sandy continued, his words running together inside Nick’s head, “men and holes. He said you’re only a hole, Nick! Can you believe that?” He paused to snort derisively. “So old fashioned! So wrong! But I stood up for you and made him hire you. He didn’t want to but I made him. Aren’t you glad that I did?”

Nick nodded, another moan escaping his lips. Sandy’s broad, calloused hand was now fully inside the back of his pants and his long fingers were exploring, probing, moving deeper, deeper, deeper. He knew he should make him stop, knew that Sandy was taking liberties with his body that were unprofessional in the extreme, knew he should get up, knew he should…

Fuck it! He didn’t care what he should do! He liked this! He really–

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

It took him a moment to realize the shout had come from him. His mind was so blank that he didn’t even remember opening his eyes and turning toward Sandy. All he knew was that one moment he was holding his head in his hands and the next his eyes were locked on the most terrifying and hideous thing he’d ever seen in his life.

A massive, flesh-colored worm jutted out from the open pouch of Sandy’s pants. 

Nick gaped at it in horror, mind reeling. The beast was so huge and so foreign-looking that it took him a while before he realized it wasn’t separate from Sandy and it wasn’t writhing on its own accord. No, as unbelievable as it was, the thing belonged to Sandy and Sandy was holding it at the incredibly fat base and waving it around in Nick’s face. 

It was a truly gigantic cock.

A truly giant and dripping cock, that is.

As Nick stared, milky white slime oozed out of a gaping slit that peeked out from beneath the thick folds of skin on the end. A foreskin, Nick realized dimly. That fucking hood is a foreskin!

He sat up straight and would have bolted if Sandy hadn’t grabbed his arm in a viselike grip, holding him in place. He turned to see that the calm, mild-mannered Sandy had disappeared and been replaced by his evil twin. The contrast was so appalling that Nick was rendered momentarily speechless. As he stared, Sandy’s face split into a proud sneer and he announced, “It’s payback time, Nick. It’s time to put your hole to use. It’s time to do what you were made to do.”

When he moved to pounce, Nick instinctively dodged. Sandy grabbed for him but Nick was too fast and skittered out of reach. He paused only briefly to look back at the crazed man with the bull-sized cock swinging between his legs and then he ran.

***

Chapter 4

Nick ran into his office and slammed the door. Once inside, he collapsed into his chair and, wrapping his arms protectively around his torso, sat there bobbing. His body was rigid and his pores were wide open, pouring out sweat. When he looked down at himself, he could see perspiration stains spreading through the fabric of his dress shirt. He didn’t let go of himself, though. He couldn’t! His mind was overwhelmed with horror and he could not catch his breath. 

It is real. It is not a dream. It is real.

These words provided the infernal backdrop of his racing thoughts, driving him mad with the implications. Sandy’s attempted assault–Assaulted by a man! I’ve been assaulted by a man!–was bad enough but seeing the HR manager’s monster-sized cock in the flesh was almost worse. Why? Because it provided incontrovertible evidence that he was not dreaming (If this was a nightmare, I would have woken up by now!), nor was ‘Woman Sandy’ orchestrating a bizarre hoax. But if it wasn’t a dream and it wasn’t a hoax…

He screwed his eyes shut, unwilling to contemplate the profoundly disturbing implications.

It is real. It is not a dream. It is real.

He was sitting in that catatonic state, trying to kickstart his brain, trying to make himself do something–anything!–when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Without thinking, he pulled it out and looked at the screen.

It was a text from Stacey.

He squinted, lips touched by a reluctant smile as he read her message. She was replying to his earlier text in which he’d mentioned his difficult morning. >>I know what’ll make my Boo feel better!<< she wrote. The phone buzzed again and a thumbnail of a tiny photo appeared on the screen. Curious, he swiped his finger across the screen and clicked on the message to see the full-sized pic…and then nearly dropped the phone when he saw what it was.

The biggest, fattest, longest, blackest cock was displayed prominently on the screen of his smartphone.

Holy fuck!

Nick stared. This can’t be from my wife! This can’t be Stacey! She is not a man! And she does not have a huge cock!

He stared at the image, furrowing his brow, and then he went cold.

There was a hand in the photo. (The cock was so massive that it had to be supported somehow.) And on that hand was a ring.

It was Stacey’s wedding band.

When Nick proposed to her, he had given her a simple ring of platinum and rose gold because she was a part-time nurse and didn’t want a fancy ring that would snag. The ring on the man’s hand in the photo was platinum and rose gold. There was no denying it: The ring belonged to Stacey. But how was that possible? His shoulders sagged as he thought, How is any of this possible? It shouldn’t be and yet it is.

He swallowed, buttocks clenching uncomfortably. Something about the sight of the huge cock made him want to clench his buttocks but it affected him in other ways, too. Other ways that he didn’t want to admit.

He tried to look away from the awful photo but couldn’t.

He stared.

And stared.

And stared.

He tried to make himself put the phone away but couldn’t.

He could only gape at that cock. It was so huge that it was repulsive.

And yet…

And yet…

“Whoa! Is that Stacy?”

Nick yelped, throwing his phone in the air and then scrambling to catch it again. He’d been so entranced by the pic that he hadn’t heard Jesse open his office door. Hadn’t heard him approach the desk from behind. Hadn’t noticed him peering with interest over his shoulder. And he definitely hadn’t seen the cup of coffee in the hunky intern’s outstretched hand because, if he had, he certainly would not have bumped into it in the desperate attempt to grab his phone.

He watched, stunned, as the cup of coffee flew up out of Jesse’s hand, the lid coming off in mid air. He forgot about his phone and tossed it aside as he and Jesse vied to catch the cup before the contents spilled.

They were too late.

The vanilla soy double latte splattered down Jesse’s shirt and pants, the bulk of it plastering his enormous package jutting out proudly from his crotch like a third leg.

“Fuck!” Nick shouted, frantically digging a handful of napkins and tissues out of his desk drawer and doing his best to mop up the coffee. “Did I burn you?”

Jesse was too busy laughing to respond. After a while, he managed to choke out, “Nah, dude! But the look on your face! Shit, that was priceless!”

Nick growled, still trying vainly to keep the dark liquid from staining the young guy’s spiffy attire. He got most of it off his shirt and then focused on his pants, taking the utmost care to clean up every last trace. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting his intern, much less irreparably staining his clothes.

He mopped and mopped and mopped and mopped, concentrating so hard on wiping down Jesse’s crotch that he didn’t notice that the harder he mopped, the harder that crotch became until it was so hard that, had Jesse’s piece truly been made out of wood, Nick would have been in danger of getting splinters.

He froze.

Ever so slowly he lifted his gaze upward. Jesse’s head was thrown back and his features were suffused with such a potent, sublime ecstasy that it took Nick’s breath away. Finally, he became aware that Nick had ceased his ministrations and cracked an eyelid.

“Don’t stop now, dude,” he breathed. “Don’t ever stop!”

Belatedly, Nick realized what he was doing. More than that, he understood that his motivation had not simply been to clean Jesse’s clothes. No, his motivation had been far from pure. He had wanted an excuse to touch that magnificent package–Wait! Magnificent!?–He longed to know what it felt like, to know the heat, the heft, the sheer size of an organ like that. Part of him envied Jesse and part of him…

He shook himself.

This was wrong!

Wrong!

He couldn’t let himself be infected by the toxin of this horrible parody on the real world. If he let himself be seduced into it, he would have lost everything he loved. He would have lost himself. His life. His identity. His manhood.

He had to be strong.

Resolute.

Hard.

Hard…

Hard?

Ungh.

Hard!

His cock twitched, hard and getting harder by the second. Mortified, he sprang out of his chair, pausing only to scoop up his phone before fleeing the office. He didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he had to get away from Jesse. Away from Jesse’s unholy temptation. Away. Away. Away!

He was passing by the men’s bathroom when he realized he had to piss. All of the coffee from earlier in the morning was doing a number on his bladder and he felt like he was about to pee his pants. He had pushed in the restroom door and started to go inside when he noticed something.

The women’s bathroom was gone.

Vanished.

There wasn’t even a closet in its place.

It was as if there had never been a women’s bathroom at all. Underscoring this erasure of women, the sign on the men’s bathroom now read simply, ‘Restroom.’

For some reason, this shook him more than Stacey’s dick pic, Sandy’s attempted assault, the changed genders of his reporters, or any of the multitude of other bizarre events that day. He stood there, half inside the men’s bathroom, staring at the blank wall where the door to the women’s bathroom had been and felt his knees go weak. It took everything he had to make himself keep going and he struggled for several seconds before he finally lurched inside.

The interior of the bathroom was blissfully unchanged and even more blissfully empty. He stood there, breathing deeply as he looked around, made irrationally happy by the sheer mundane nature of the place. It had been remodeled and expanded a few months ago. The director before Ms. (Mr.?) Chen had been obsessed with modernizing the studio in order to attract Millennials and had poured money into the bathroom, adding showers, wide-screen televisions, and a sauna. There was even a video game console in the corner. The place had become such a popular hangout that the managers had been forced to pass a bathroom policy, limiting the time an employee could spend relieving himself.

Nick shuffled up to the bank of urinals and tugged down his zipper. He was unfastening his belt buckle when he heard the door open behind him and turned to find Jesse stalking into the room. The stocky jock was holding a wad of clothing in one hand and made a beeline for the showers where he set down his clothes and pulled out a towel from the nearby stack. Soon, he’d turned on the shower and the room was filled with the white noise of the trickling water.

Looking over to Nick, he explained, “Don’t worry about me, dude. I’m just gonna to wash off the coffee that my boss spilled all over me and change into my sweats. Thank god I had spare clothes with me!”

With that, he commenced undressing, whistling softly to himself as he unbuttoned his shirt. Nick wanted to look away, tried to look away, but he couldn’t. The moment Jesse had entered the bathroom, he forgot all about taking a piss as his pulse began to pound. It was so loud he could hear the whoosh of his heartbeat in his ears. His breathing was labored and his skin prickled.

Even worse, his cock was rigid in his pants.

Rigid and pinched.

He moaned softly, attention drawn away from Jesse by the pain in his crotch. Lowering his hand, he cupped his aching package and then jerked back in surprise.

What was that hard thing encasing his cock?

It felt like metal.

Metal?

Why would he have a metal cage around his cock?

He forgot about the gorgeous stud stripping naked nearby and frantically undid his belt. Opening his fly, he pulled his pants open and stared down at himself.

“HOLY FUCK!”

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!

He closed his fly again and lifted his head, staring resolutely at the cement wall above the urinal. His mind was spinning, spinning, spinning as he frantically tried to figure out why he was wearing what he had on under his pants, let alone what the thing was that had been locked around his precious manhood.

“You Ok, man?”

Nick didn’t need to turn to know that Jesse was standing beside him; he could feel the heat radiating from the young man’s naked body, feel the pull of his red hot blood like the tides of a carnal ocean. He knew Jesse Al Sayed. 

Knew him.

And wanted him.

Nick’s mind blanked. When he came to, god knows how many minutes later, he was leaning into Jesse’s soft, warm shoulder, crying his eyes out as the young man caressed the back of his head with a giant hand.

It felt so good.

So good!

And right.

So right!

Nick couldn’t remember ever feeling as safe and warm and loved as he did at that moment. The brutal chaos of the nightmarish day disappeared when he was wrapped in Jesse Al Sayed’s embrace. He didn’t have to be Nick Carlson. Didn’t have to be anyone. He just needed to be held in those muscular, manly arms and everything was better.

Eventually, he let Jesse lead him over to a plush chair in a relatively private corner of the restroom. The young jock folded himself down onto the cushion (careful to drape his towel over his massive package) and then held his hands out for Nick to join him. Nick looked around the room. It was still empty, although he was sure it was only a matter of minutes before one of his coworkers entered. He didn’t debate long before sinking down onto that wide, inviting lap, though, and soon he was snuggled up against Jesse, cheek against his big, hairy pec. The young jock murmured soothingly in his ear, periodically twisting his head to plant a loving kiss on his cheek.

“Tell me,” Jesse murmured after a while, his deep voice sending thrills down Nick’s spine. “What’s wrong? I could tell from the moment I saw you this morning that something was up. Are you having trouble with Stacy?”

Nick shook his head, reluctant to speak. He just wanted to listen to the soothing thud of Jesse’s steady heartbeat. It was the most beautiful sound in the world! Finally, though, he managed to croak, “I’m going crazy, man. Crazy. I can’t take it!”

He expected Jesse to laugh or tease him but he didn’t. He remained calm, quietly waiting.

Nick suddenly remembered his ‘meeting’ with Sandy Guikema. Like Jesse, Sandy had started out being kind, solicitous but then he had morphed into a dark monster. Why did he believe that Jesse wouldn’t do the same thing? Why did he feel so strongly that he could trust the young guy no matter what? It took a moment for the answer to percolate through his turgid mind but when it did, he had to choke back more tears.

Where Sandy Guikema man-splained, Jesse Al Sayed listened. 

It was a small thing on the surface but monumental for Nick at that moment. He felt his heart open toward Jesse in a way that he didn’t think was possible with another man.

“You are not crazy, Nick Carlson. Please tell me,” Jesse pressed. “You can tell me anything!”

This made Nick start crying again and it was some minutes before he pulled himself together enough to talk. He began haltingly at first but gathered confidence as he spoke and soon had blurted out the whole twisted story of his crazy morning. He knew it made no sense but he didn’t care. He needed to get it out almost as much as he needed someone to listen to him. 

Jesse didn’t laugh at him. He didn’t interrupt. He just let Nick talk and talk and talk. When he was finally done, Nick looked up to discover Jesse’s eyes upon him. The young man was watching him with an expression of such tenderness and compassion that it shattered Nick’s fragile sense of self control and he teared up. Before he could cry, though, Jesse stopped him with a kiss on the lips.

Nick’s eyes went wide at the touch of those soft and scratchy lips (Jesse’s beard was dense and prickly). He’d never imagined kissing a man before and found that he liked it. He really liked it! In no time, he had shoved Jesse back against the cushion and commenced eating his face. At first, the jock was stunned by his eagerness but his resistance quickly evaporated and soon his tongue was vying with Nick’s for dominance.

Nick let him win.

He had no choice.

Jesse could not be denied once he set his will on something. In this case, it was Nick’s body that drew the stud’s focused concentration and soon Nick gave up trying to stay in control. He knew he was older than Jesse by a good fifteen years, that he was the guy’s boss, that it wasn’t seemly for a straight man to allow himself to be taken so easily by another guy.

But he didn’t care.

He didn’t fucking care!

***

Chapter 5

“Let’s get you out of those clothes, stud.”

Nick flushed. He was straddling Jesse’s lap, seated on top of that mammoth organ and feeling it pulse under his butt. Jesse’s huge hands were all over him and he was on fire with desire for the big jock. He stared down at him, eyes burning with such potent lust that Jesse laughed.

“Whoa, Daddy! Whoa! You’re gonna incinerate me if ya keep looking at me like that!”

He helped Nick shrug out of his suit jacket and then began unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly shy, Nick tried to stop him, glancing around, but Jesse batted his hands away.

“Relax, dude,” he soothed, interpreting Nick’s anxiety, “I hook up in here all the time. That’s what this place is for!”

Nick looked around, noticing belatedly that Jesse was right. A couple of the shower stalls were now occupied and, from the grunting and moaning sounds coming from within, the guys were doing more than washing up. Just then one of his reporters strolled in and gave Nick a sly wink when he saw what he was up to. Heat crept up his neck but then Jesse’s mammoth cock pulsed under him and he forgot about everything else. He allowed his intern to continue unbuttoning his shirt.

When the young jock was through, he tossed the sweat-soaked Oxford aside and looked up at Nick’s naked chest appreciatively. “Oh, man!” he sighed, tweaking Nick’s nipples. “Those are dad teats, alright!”

Nick’s face went pale and he looked down at himself, giving a start when he saw how big and stretched out his nipples were. “What the–!” he exclaimed, pushing Jesse’s hands aside to stare at his formerly pert nipples. “What happened to them?”

Jesse’s mouth quirked. “You’re a dad, man, or did you forget? That’s what happens when ya breastfeed yer babies.”

Nick didn’t respond. He was too busy gaping at his silver dollar-sized areolas and sagging tits. His nipples looked just like Stacey’s! The only difference was that she had breasts and he had pecs. His pecs were still pecs. A man’s chest…with really big nipples.

Jesse startled him out of his horrified fascination by suckling tenderly on Nick’s left tit. Nick convulsed inadvertently. Shit! It felt so good! How did his nipple become so sensitive?

“I’m really into tits,” Jesse confessed, looking up at Nick mischievously. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off yours during the interview. They were so distracting!”

Nick blushed and was struggling to formulate a reply when he noticed something else. Squinting, he looked down at his fuzzy belly. The skin was stretched out so much that it sagged over his belt. But it wasn’t fat. No, it was just loose skin. And there was a deep scar running laterally across his abs. He grasped the limp flesh and rolled it around in his hands, raising his eyes questioningly to Jesse.

The young stud smiled. “Um, again, you had two kids, man! And a C-section. It sort of stretches you out.” When Nick frowned, he added hastily, “But your dad bod is super, smokin’ hot! I wouldn’t have you any other way. I don’t find boys attractive. I want a daddy!”

Still staring at his destroyed belly–He used to have washboard abs!–Nick demanded, “How is that possible? How can a man give birth to a baby?”

“Ya really wanna talk ‘bout the birds and bees right now, man?” Jesse teased. “‘Cuz I can explain it but it will definitely kill the mood.”

Nick shook his head. “No! Don’t tell me! I don’t wanna know!”

“Good! Then let’s get back to it,” Jesse said, gamely reaching for Nick’s belt buckle. “Now for those pants…”

He took hold of the buckle and started to unfasten it but Nick stopped him again as he became aware once again of his full bladder. “Can I pee first?” he pleaded, casting his eyes downward. “I really gotta pee!”

Jesse laughed as he gently pushed Nick off of his lap, saying, “‘Course, man! Go for it. And, speaking of pissing, I really need to drain the hose, too.”

He pushed himself off the chair, casting aside his towel and giving Nick his first full-on view of the monster between his legs. Even knowing what to expect from his experience with Sandy, Nick was unprepared for the colossus swinging heavy and full between the young guy’s legs. Jesse Al Sayed’s organ dwarfed Sandy’s. An Arabian stallion for sure! (A circumcised stallion, Nick amended with satisfaction. He still hadn’t gotten over the shocking sight of Sandy’s thick hood.)

And his balls.

Those balls!

Fucking shit! Jesse had balls!

Christ! Nick thought, breaking out in a cold sweat as he gazed at that stupendously huge organ. What the fuck am I getting myself into?

Jesse was halfway to the urinals before he realized that Nick wasn’t following and turned to find him standing there, frozen. He winked back at him, urging, “C’mon, man! Time’s a wastin’! We got a news deadline comin’ up!”

Jerking into motion, Nick joined the hung stud at the urinals, surreptitiously admiring his huge, muscular and hairy body. (And that ass! Shit, that big man ass! Why did I ever find women’s butts attractive?) Jesse Al Sayed was stacked! But he wasn’t exactly ripped. No, he had padding on his big frame and a bit of a paunch. Somehow, this only made him more attractive, though, and Nick licked his lips as he unfastened his belt and unzipped.

He yearned for Jesse in the worst way but he really had to pee!

Jesse stood at the urinal next to him, feet spread wide, shoulders back, and chin lifted. His stream gushed out, splattering the area around the urinal liberally with urine. Nick looked down at his zipper and frowned. He felt so inadequate next to the huge jock!

And then he remembered.

Fuck!

In the heat of passion, he’d completely forgotten about what he was wearing under his pants. And about the weird contraption locked around his dick.

Fuck fuck fuck!

He couldn’t do this! He couldn’t let Jesse see him like this!

While he debated what to do, Jesse looked over at him questioningly. “Pee shy, dude?”

Nick shook his head.

“Then go for it. Piss!”

Nick hung his head, refusing to lower his trousers. Jesse sighed and finished peeing. Wagging his cock to shake off the last drops of urine, he sank onto his knees and unceremoniously yanked Nick’s pants down. Nick yelped in protest but he was too late; he was on full display.

There was a stunned pause and then Jesse pumped his fist in the air, cheering, “FUCK, YEAH! You wore ‘em! I can’t believe you did it! Shit, they’re fucking HOT!”

Nick’s cheeks flamed as he looked down at himself, feeling exactly the opposite. He’d never felt less attractive or more ridiculous! He cringed as he took in the sight of himself clad only in a skimpy, pink string bikini bottom. The delicate material clung to his crotch, revealing the stark outline of the mysterious metal contraption encasing his dick. If Jesse hadn’t been holding him by the hips, he would have bolted. It was humiliating!

Jesse, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of him. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, man!” he crowed. “I’m gonna cum right here! Fuck! HOTTEST. DAD. EVER!”

“I feel stupid,” Nick grumbled. “I can’t believe I’m wearing panties! Panties are for girls!”

“Huh? ‘Girls’?” Jesse asked, brow furrowing. “What are ‘girls’?”

“Never mind,” Nick muttered. “Can I take these off now and pee?”

When he reached down to untie the strings, though, Jesse stopped him, shaking his head. “Uh uh. Not yet. Gimme time to admire you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you in panties!” 

He straightened and Nick’s eyes widened. The monster between Jesse’s legs had been big before but erect it was positively enormous. He stared at it rising from the stud’s furry pubes like the head of brontosaurus rearing up over a vast, bushy forest.

“Yer super hot, dude,” Jesse breathed, looking over his shoulder at the mirror behind them. “Those panties really set off your huge ass.”

Nick stiffened. “What do you mean?” he demanded. “My ass isn’t big!”

“Oh, yeah?” Jesse goaded. “See for yourself.”

Nick scowled as he turned to look back at his reflection in the bank of mirrors on the far wall. When he saw himself, he let out a strangled yelp of disbelief. Jesse wasn’t lying. His ass really was huge! The pink panties were barely more than a tiny patch covering his massive, hairy globes. His bloated ass jiggled and shook with the tiniest movement, adding insult to injury.

“Fucking shit!” he cried, feeling sick at the sight. “What happened to me?”

He clapped his hands over his ass cheeks, wincing when his fingers closed over the soft, voluptuous flesh. Where had his tight, little butt gone? The one that Stacy loved to grab and claw with her long fingernails while he pounded her pussy? He was a fucking fat-assed freak!

Once again, it was Jesse who drew him back from the brink. Taking him in his muscular arms, he pulled Nick against him, shoving his rigid pole upward until it was nestled comfortably in the furrow between their pecs. This had the intended effect; Nick promptly forgot about his embarrassingly big butt. He gasped when Jesse simultaneously hugged him and bucked his hips, thrusting his hot rod up and down between them. The friction of it was so delicious that Nick’s head swam. His eyes rolled back and all he could think about was Jesse’s cock.

He had to have it!

Overcome with the delirium of lust, it took him awhile before he became aware of Jesse’s laughter. “Yep, Daddy’s gotta have da bone alright!” he joked, lowering his lips to kiss Nick. “Do ya get it now?”

“Get what?” Nick moaned. His brain wasn’t working very well. Nothing registered except that huge cock.

“We’re made for each other, man!” Jesse explained breathlessly. “Your ass is the lock and my cock is the key!” When Nick only gazed up at him dazedly, he sighed, “Don’t worry! You’ll understand soon as I pound yer pussy.”

He teased Nick with another thrust, causing him to see euphoric stars. Somehow, though, he managed to gasp, “Don’t…have…a…pussy.” 

Jesse smirked, wordlessly lowering himself down to undo Nick’s panties. The young stud let out a low growl when Nick’s cock–encased in its constricting cage–was finally revealed, murmuring, “A caged dickie is a good dickie. Keeps yer boy small and obedient. But what’s this? A love note?”

As Nick stared down at his cock–looking practically microscopic in its strange, tiny cage–Jesse lifted a string tied around it. On the end of the string was a key and a small tag. Lifting his eyebrows, Jesse examined the note before throwing his head back and booming with laughter. “Oh, man!” he exclaimed finally. “I fucking love Stacy! Ya got the best husband in the world, Nick!”

He leaned back on his heels and lifted the tag up for Nick’s inspection. If he squinted, Nick could make out Stacy’s neat handwriting.

‘Sharing is caring, Jesse,’ the note read. ‘Just make sure to use protection and lock him back up when you’re done. P.S. Keep the key for later use.’

Nick stared at it blankly. The note didn’t make any sense; his mind refused to believe that Stacy would have written anything like that. Why would she willing share him? And with a man? It simply didn’t compute.  And then there was the cage around his dick. Why was his dick locked up? And why did it look so tiny? He knew he wasn’t very big down there, especially compared to Jesse, but he wasn’t an idiot: That cage was way too small for his equipment!

While Nick gaped, Jesse was watching him sympathetically. Finally, he took pity, saying, “Dude, can I explain something to you? From what you told me, I know this is all new for you.” He waited for Nick to nod before continuing, “Your dick has been locked since you were eleven years old. It’s a ritual as old as time. Pussy boys are always locked before puberty. It keeps their dicks from getting big.” He paused to snort, “Not that you really need cages! Your dicks are basically vestigial organs.”

Nick shook himself, protesting, “My penis is not vestigial! And I’m a man, not a pussy boy!”

Jesse held up his hands, key dangling from his fingertips. “I didn’t mean it as an insult! I’m just telling you how things are. And you’re right. You’re not a pussy boy anymore; you’re a daddy!” He laughed at Nick’s scowl, cajoling, “The fuckin’ hottest daddy ever!”

“Just shut up and unlock my dick, Ok?” Nick growled. “I gotta pee like crazy!”

Obediently, Jesse complied. There was an audible snap and then Nick’s eyes watered in relief as his cock sprang free of its prison. His relief didn’t last long, though. It disappeared as soon as he looked down at himself, struggling to recognize his former manhood in the shriveled little dicklet revealed when the cage fell away. His eyes filled with tears and he stifled a sob.

What the fuck had happened to him? 

What was going on with his dick? His ass? His tight bod? Shit, it felt like his manhood itself was slipping away. This wasn’t right!

Looking at himself, he understood too late that the situation was worse than he’d realized. Not only had the world changed around him but he had changed with it. He trembled with humiliation as he turned to look at himself in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the man in the reflection. 

His face was the only part of his body that remained the same. His closely trimmed, russet beard still covered his cheeks and his familiar, brown eyes blinked back at him. His dark auburn hair was trimmed in its usual brush cut and his jaw was as strong as ever. He was a handsome guy…in the face at least.

But further down…

He swallowed bile as his gaze swept downward, taking in the unflattering changes.

His big nipples were erect in the cool air of the bathroom, jutting out like a pair of bullets from his chest.

His belly, on the other hand, sagged down, rent by its ugly, lateral scar.

His penis was miniscule and his balls were nearly nonexistent.

His ass was the opposite. It was huge, hanging out behind him. He could feel it swaying languidly under its ponderous bulk.

And then there were his hulking thighs.

He hung his head, unable to stand the sight of himself. Hot tears leaked down his cheeks. He hated his new body! Worse, he hated himself. Shoulders slumping in defeat, he turned back to the urinal and commenced peeing. He cringed as his little, weak stream pattered down, barely more than a light rain compared to Jesse’s torrential downpour.

He was finished. His life might as well be over. He didn’t even know who he was anymore.

***

“Jesse!” Nick cried. “Stop! What’re you doing?”

“I’m fuckin’ yer pussy, man!” Jesse grunted, parting Nick’s big ass cheeks and ramming his cock into the cleft. “What does it feel like I’m doin’?”

Nick’s brain exploded. He wasn’t ready for this! He couldn’t get fucked up the ass! He was straight! A straight man! Straight guys didn’t get fucked up the ass! And, even if he wasn’t straight, this wasn’t how he wanted to lose his ass virginity. This was rape!

“Wait!” he panted. “I can’t do this!”

In answer, Jesse wrapped his arms across Nick’s chest and pulled him close while squatting down. Nick’s eyes rolled back in his head as the young guy thrust upward, his massive cock ramming insistently against Nick’s beleaguered pucker. He clenched but realized he couldn’t hold out against that onslaught for long. Jesse was just too big and overpowering!

Jesse thrust upward again and Nick cried out, feeling his poor hole begin to give way. He whimpered pitifully, confused by Jesse’s abrupt turnabout. The young stud had been so sweet and kind! And now this? He was behaving just like Sandy!

“Please!” he cried, wrestling weakly to free himself. “Stop!”

Surprisingly, Jesse stopped. 

He loosened his hold (although he didn’t let go of Nick completely) and pressed his furry cheek against Nick’s back, teasing his hole with micro thrusts of his fat tool. As Nick’s chest heaved and he tried to get himself under control, Jesse sighed, “Good. It worked.”

There was a long pause before Nick managed to croak, “What worked?”

“Yer not cryin’ anymore.”

Nick groaned. “Oh, fuck you! Fuck you to hell!”

Jesse laughed. “There he is! There’s the daddy I love! C’mon, man! Give it back to me!”

But Nick didn’t have any fight left in him. He was too tired. And too overwhelmed. It took everything he had just to remain on his feet. He sagged in Jesse’s arms, completely spent. “Give back?” he asked. “I can only give in.”

“Good,” Jesse pronounced. “Then follow my lead. Lemme take yer pussy for a test drive and show you what you’ve been missing out on!”

Nick was only dimly aware of Jesse’s lips on his neck as he pushed him against the urinal. The stink of piss filled his nose as he braced himself against the wall, instinctively leaning forward and sticking his big ass out.

“There you go!” Jesse praised. “That’s it! Gimme more of that ass!”

Nick obeyed, pushing his butt out further, straining until he felt his weighty cheeks part and cool air caress his pucker. Chuckling to himself, Jesse stepped back and slapped him hard on the ass. Nick jerked, yelping in protest. While he reached back to rub his aching butt cheek, Jesse pulled a condom out of a dispenser on the wall and ripped it open with his teeth. Nick goggled when he beheld the size of the rubber enclosed in the package. It was as big around as his arm!

And nearly as long.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when Jesse flicked his wrist and the latex unfurled. Seeing that long, dangling condom–big enough for a giant!–woke him from his stupor and he clenched, complaining, “No way! There’s no way!”

“Chill, dude,” Jesse said, laying a hand on his back. “Just relax. This is what your pussy is made for!”

Nick’s fell open as he looked over his shoulder to see Jesse deftly roll the sheath over his leaking behemoth. “Lube!” he cried, cowering with fear. “I need lube!”

Jesse stopped. “Lube?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Pffft. You don’t need lube, dude, when ya got this.” He reached out and Nick cringed as his fingers swiped across his asshole. Shoving his hand in Nick’s face, he demanded, “Look at that pussy cream! Better than any lube out there.”

Nick was agog as he stared at Jesse’s fingers. They were coated with a clear, viscous liquid.

“T-T-That came from me?” he stammered, eyes bulging. “No way!”

Jesse nodded, smiling proudly. “Yep! Yer pussy’s leakin’ like a fuckin’ faucet back there.” He finished rolling down the condom over his sheath, giving it a final tug before turning to Nick. His rubber-encased monster wagged like a hideous club as he instructed, “Now lean forward and open up. I’m comin’ in!”

Mind gibbering with fear, Nick closed his eyes and complied. He braced himself against the stinking urinal and bit his tongue in anticipation. When Jesse entered him, though, he surprised Nick with his gentleness. Rather than ramming into him like he’d done before, he carefully guided his cockhead into the cleft of Nick’s ass and slowly pushed inside. Nick gasped when that blunt turtlehead met his pucker but he didn’t clench. Instead, he forced himself to relax, taking a ragged breath and pushing ever so slightly backward. Incredibly, his hole opened and welcomed Jesse’s giant inside. With an audible slurp, his ass devoured the beast. 

Jesse was inside him!

As Nick’s heterosexuality shredded along with his hole, Jesse exhaled in satisfaction. Nick’s whole body thrummed with desire as the stud pushed in deeper. He couldn’t believe how easy this was! How was it possible for him to take an organ that big without any pain? Shit, rather than painful, it felt great! He groaned, shoving backward, pleading for Jesse to drive that magic cock deeper inside him.

Jesse was only too eager to oblige. As inch after inch of his colossus slid inside, he murmured, “Wait for it…wait for it…wait for it…just about there…”

Nick barely heard him, his brain was short-circuited by all of the deliriously new sensations flooding through him, but when Jesse called out, “Aha! There it is! I found it!” 

Nick lifted his head. Shaking the sweat out of his eyes, he gasped, “Found what?”

“This,” Jesse announced, nibbling his ear. “Your flower.”

“Flower–?” Nick started to ask but his voice choked off as Jesse’s cock nailed him in a special place. A place he didn’t even know he had! The next thing he knew he was howling at the top of his lungs as the gloriously long cock rang that hidden buzzer again and again and again until he was the verge of passing out. Jesse didn’t let him lose consciousness, though. No, the stud might be young but he was clearly experienced. Building in ferocity as Nick acclimated to his thrusting, he kept Nick hanging on the precipice of euphoria overload as his cockhead tormented that delicate bud buried so deeply inside that only a truly enormous penis could reach it. 

Nick danced on the end of that cock for a long time, savoring the slap of Jesse’s meaty thighs against his own massive ass cheeks. Those cheeks absorbed the young stud’s potent thrusting, cushioning the blows and turning what would have otherwise been a jarring experience into a delicious one. As much as he hated to admit it, Jesse had been right about one thing: Their bodies were the perfect fit.

When Jesse reached down to tickle Nick’s little dicklet with a forefinger while simultaneously pummeling his ‘flower’, Nick finally lost it and he convulsed in the most incandescent orgasm of his life. His vision fogged and he would have collapsed on the piss-soaked floor if Jesse hadn’t caught him and held him against his sweaty chest. Nick sighed with deep contentment as he felt the young stud’s cock throb inside him, pumping and pumping and pumping. 

A silly grin slowly spread across Nick’s face when he realized Jesse had timed his denouement perfectly and the two guys were sharing a mutual orgasm. Jesse sank backward onto the floor with a long, low moan, pulling Nick along until he came to rest on his broad lap. The young stud’s tool was still lodged deep inside him, pulsing with life. The union was so numinous and the bliss so deep that tears sprang unbidden to his eyes. He leaned back and opened his mouth, meeting Jesse’s lips for a tender kiss. 

He didn’t care if he was naked on the floor of a public restroom with another guy’s cock up his ass. He felt alive for the first time in his life. He was a whole new man!

***

Chapter 6

Jesse treated him like a king after they were done. Taking him by the hand, he led Nick into the showers where he treated him to a slow, affectionate rub-down. With the utmost tenderness, he cleaned Nick from head to toe before locking his cock back in its cage, pulling up and tying the strings of his panties, and helping him into his business clothes. When he surveyed himself in the mirror, Nick was surprised that he was almost presentable again. His suit was unrumpled and the scent of cologne adequately covered the musky odor of rutting animal that still clung to his body even after showering. 

Jesse, on the other hand, looked somewhat more disheveled. Due to the mishap with Nick’s coffee, he’d ditched his dress slacks and donned a pair of sweatpants. Somehow, though, this only seemed to augment his allure. Nick felt a frisson of pleasure shoot up his groin as he stared at the outline of the young stud’s huge cock pressing against the flimsy fabric.

“Easy, boy!” Jesse teased, taking note of lust burning in Nick’s eyes. When Nick pulled a pouty face, he laughed and drew him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They pressed together for a long time before Jesse pulled away to adjust Nick’s tie. “You’re so handsome!” he murmured, patting him on the cheek. “I wanna take you home to meet my dads! Too bad you’re already taken.”

Nick swallowed, inexplicably overcome with emotion. His throat moved up and down several times before he managed to choke out, “I-I-I would like that.”

“Somehow I doubt Stacy would feel the same way,” Jesse commented wryly, shaking his head. “But that’s Ok. I couldn’t ask for a better situation: Sharing my sexy boss with his husband. Ha! What’re the chances?” Not waiting for Nick to reply, he turned to the door, saying. “Now, if you’ll excuse me for a sec, I gotta take care of something. I’ll be back in the newsroom in no time!”

Nick nodded and followed the stud out of the restroom, watching with a smile as Jesse turned and headed down the hall. The young jock was so tall, so broad, so muscly, so–Ungh!--sexy! He shook his head and made his way back to his office, ignoring the knowing looks of his reporters. He was just settling his big ass down into his chair when he heard a loud crash followed by angry shouting. Alarmed, he sprang up and jogged down the hall (uncomfortably aware of his butt flopping up and down), following the sounds of the melee. He arrived in time to find Sandy Guikema sprawled out on the floor in front of his office with Jesse Al Sayed glowering over him. Sandy was rubbing his jaw and looking fearfully up at the intern.

“Touch him like that again, asshole,” Jesse growled, “and I’ll fucking kill you. Got it?”

Sandy grimaced and nodded, refusing to meet Jesse’s gaze. Nick looked from the injured HR manager to his intern and back, slowly figuring out what had just transpired. He was about to say something when Chen emerged from his office. The director took only a moment to digest the scene before turning to Jesse and jerking his head back toward his office, ordering, “Al Sayed! In here. Now!”

Jesse gave Nick with a sly wink before turning and sauntering  inside. Chen slammed the door behind them as the staff members who had been drawn to the sound of the fight slowly dispersed. Soon Nick was the only one left. He looked down at Sandy, frowning. Rather than offering to help him up, though, he turned and walked back to the newsroom.

Barely five minutes later, Jesse appeared at Nick’s office door looking smug. “Everything’s Ok, Boss,” he announced airily. “Sandy won’t bother you again.”

Nick glanced up from his laptop, uncertain how he felt about this news. Part of him was proud that Jesse had stuck up for him and part of him was humiliated that he hadn’t done the same thing for himself. In the end, though, pride won out and he smiled. “Thanks, Jesse,” he murmured. “You’re…You’re…” Unable to finish, his voice trailed off and he looked down at his desk.

Jesse was silent for a moment before replying in a husky voice, “I know, man. I know. I feel the same way about you.”

***

Stacy texted him just after lunch asking if he could pick up their daughters at school. >>The clinic is slammed today!<< she (he?) wrote. >>Can you get Jordan and Alex?<<

Nick typed back a thumbs up emoji and waited for the response.

>>Thanks!<< s/he replied. >>I left the ingredients for chingri malai curry on the top shelf of the fridge. You remember how to make it, right?<<

Another thumbs up emoji. Chingri malai curry was his favorite! Stacy’s mom had taught him how to make it years ago when he was trying to impress his future wife with his culinary skills. Making a Bengali dish from her family’s homeland proved to be a coup because only two weeks after the dinner Stacy accepted his proposal of marriage. He smiled at the memory, breathlessly watching the little icon on the screen that indicated Stacy was composing a reply.

>>You’re the best!<< Stacy answered, sprinkling the reply liberally with heart emojis. >>I’ll have to think of a way to reward my sexy hubby tonight…<<

Nick flushed at the thought, feeling his little dicklet tighten in its cage.

***

The full enormity of the way the world had changed didn’t sink in until Nick made his way across town to his daughters’ school. Oh, he’d known since the morning that the women in his life had been replaced by men but the magnitude of the change didn’t hit him until he walked out of the studio and onto the sidewalk. He quickly forgot about the ponderous sway of his big ass and the pinch of his dick cage when he was undeniably confronted with this seemingly impossible fact: There were no women anywhere to be seen.

None.

Every person he passed was male. Everyone walking down the street. Every person in every store window. Every driver in every car and truck. Every cyclist. Every skateboarder. Even the people on those damned rental scooters! 

Every. 

Single.

One.

The further he walked, the more disoriented he became. It was one thing to know something intellectually but another to see it replicated everywhere before your eyes.

A world without women.

He was living in a world without women!

It wasn’t a prank.

He wasn’t being punked.

It was real.

There were no women!

He had to stop to collect himself. His skin felt prickly and his head was swimming. It took him awhile to realize he was in shock. His brain simply could not believe that it was possible for an entire gender to be eliminated. Did this mean that there were not even female animals? Was every creature biologically male? And what about all the women he’d known and loved? His mother? His wife? His grandmothers? His aunts? All of his female friends, coworkers, and lovers? Were they all gone, too? Or at least morphed into guys (with incredibly distended packages)?

It was overwhelming and saddening at the same time. Despite his torrid encounter with Jesse, he wasn’t ready to abandon his attraction to women. He wasn’t gay! He loved women! He loved everything about them! Well, maybe not quite everything, he thought, shaking his head. But enough things that it devastated him to imagine spending the rest of his life without them.

No more short skirts?

Bras?

Lingerie?

Tits?!

Pussies?!

(JESUS, NO MORE PUSSY???!!!)

And what about fucking?

FUCKING FOR CHRISSAKE!!!

Could he even fuck with his tiny nub?

And, even if he could, would he only have assholes to fuck for the rest of his life?

Defeated, he found a park bench and sagged down on it. His daughters’ school wouldn’t be out for a while so he had time to get himself together before he had to get moving. Chaotic and unpleasant thoughts tangled up inside his mind and his heart was pinched in his chest. After holding his head in his hands for a while, though, he recovered enough to look around.

There were so many men!

So many men!

So…

Many…

Men…

Men…?

Men!

MEN!

He couldn’t resist checking them out as they walked past. They were all different ages, sizes, and colors but all were unambiguously men. The only distinguishing characteristic was the size of their packages. About half of the guys were like him with no noticeable bulge; these guys wore pants or shorts without any modification to the crotch. The rest of the guys possessed incredibly engorged packages and had to wear special, customized pants to accommodate their extreme size. These were the guys he assumed had been women before ‘The Change.’ Besides–or perhaps because of–their enhanced cock size, these men walked with a distinct swagger, strutting down the street with their hips thrust proudly forward and self-assured grins on their faces. The men who looked like Nick weren’t quite so self-assured and they walked differently. They were almost furtive in the way they moved as if they didn’t want to attract too much attention.

It didn’t take him long to figure out why this was.

He had gotten up off the park bench and walked only a few blocks when he heard it: A wolf whistle. He looked around, expecting to see a pretty woman who had attracted a nearby male’s attention. Instead, he became quite flustered when he realized the whistle was directed at him. Across the street, a big, beefy man was staring at him hungrily.

“Ooh, baby!” the guy called out. “Lemme at dat ass!”

Nick scowled and flipped him off but this only added fuel to the flame of his admirer’s passion. The man stalked across the street and confronted Nick, grabbing his huge crotch luridly and licking his lips.

“I know ya want this!” he taunted, gyrating his hips. “Ya want me inside yer pussy!

Nick panicked. He knew that he should push the guy away but he was too scared. The man was so tall and broad; he must’ve outweighed Nick by a good fifty pounds! He looked around, trying to find an escape route but the man had him boxed in against the brick wall of an empty building and there was nowhere to go. He was about to cry for help when a deep voice called out behind them, “Hey, asshole! Leave him alone!”

Nick turned to discover a young jogger advancing on his would-be assaillant, hands balled into fists. He wasn’t as heavy or as muscular as the man in front of Nick but he made up for it with palpable ferocity. Before he took three steps, the big man had turned heel and ran. Nick watched him go, chest heaving.

“You Ok, man?” the young dude asked after he was certain the guy was gone.

“I-I-I think so,” Nick stammered, looking down at the sidewalk. He was ashamed of himself for not having the balls to stand up to the guy. The same thing had happened with Sandy, only then Jesse had been the one who stood up for him. What was wrong with him? Why was he so weak? He was a man after all. A man!

“You sure you’re Ok?” the guy pressed, placing a warm hand on Nick’s shoulder. “You look pretty freaked out.”

Nick swallowed and glanced up at his rescuer…and then wished he hadn’t. The young guy was really attractive! Almost too attractive for his own good. Obviously of Arabic descent, he was only wearing a tiny pair of skintight, orange shorts. His torso was pleasantly hairy and his lustrous, mocha-colored skin glistened with sweat. His cheeks were covered with a close-trimmed beard and the alluring hint of a smile touched his lips as he gazed down at him. Flustered, Nick looked down, only to have his attention snagged by magnificent bulge tenting out the front of his rescuer’s shorts.

His tongue stuck to the back of his throat as he tried and failed to look away from that tantalizing package. It was so fucking huge! Christ, was this guy even bigger than Jesse? Was that even possible?  The dude’s cock and balls were so hefty that they had to weigh at least thirty pounds. The supremely plus-sized appendage hung out before the young stud like an inflated sausage. And then there were the grapefruit-sized nuts below it…

Following Nick’s gaze, the guy’s smile deepened and he casually opened up his stance, displaying his full grandeur.

Nick’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down a few times before he surprised himself by stammering, “H-H-How do you run like that? Doesn’t it hurt?”

A deep laugh and then, “Nah, not really. I mean, as you can see, I’ve got my man pretty well tied down.” He paused before inquiring slyly, “I should ask the same about your ass. Doesn’t it hurt when you, you know…?”

Nick’s cheeks colored. What was it about his ass that got all these guys so worked up? “I dunno,” he mumbled. “I’m not a runner but it does bounce around a lot when I walk.”

“Yeah, I kinda noticed,” the guy admitted. “Truth is I’ve been following you for a few blocks now.” When Nick’s eyes widened, the young guy hastily added, “Don’t get me wrong, man! I’m not a creeper. It’s just that phat dad ass is my kryptonite.”

Nick’s entire face and most of his neck was bright red by this point and he hung his head in embarrassment, muttering, “Er, thanks, I guess.”

The jock laughed, sticking out his (sweaty) hand. “Nick, my name is Ishaq.”

Nick’s head snapped up at this.  “Wait! How do you know my name?”

The subtle smile on Ishaq’s full lips bloomed into full radiance, dazzling him. “I’m, um, a friend of Jesse’s,” he revealed. “He texted me when you left work and suggested I follow you. He said you’ve had a rough day and might need a little TLC. I was about to introduce myself when that asshole started harassing you.”

Nick almost didn’t hear him. His mouth had fallen open with the revelation that Jesse had sent Ishaq to look after him. He was so touched that he had to turn away to wipe covertly at his eyes. Jesse’s stock price shot up in that moment, elevating him to the level of Nick’s most trusted friends. And the fact he had a studly bro like Ishaq didn’t hurt, either. The sexy jock’s mere proximity was enough to get Nick’s little man pulsing in its cage.

Gradually, he realized that Ishaq was waiting for his reply and he shook himself, murmuring, “That’s…That’s…Wow! That was really nice of him.”

Ishaq tightened his grip on Nick’s shoulder before he dropped his hand, saying, “Jesse’s a cool dude, alright. We’re closer than brothers. We share everything, you know…” His voice trailed off and he arched an eyebrow, drawling, “And I do mean everything. Especially our lust for hot daddies.”

Nick gulped. When he lifted his head and met Ishaq’s eyes, they were burning with desire. His breath caught in his chest. This was the third man (or fourth if you counted the dude Ishaq had just chased away) who looked at him like that today. This was disconcerting enough but even more disconcerting was the sudden realization that he was looking back at Ishaq with the exact same expression.

And Ishaq saw it, too.

Triumph flared in his gaze as he registered Nick’s hunger and he quickly guided him by the elbow into a nearby alleyway. Before he knew it, Nick was pushed up against a brick wall between two trash cans, big ass thrust out behind him as he quivered in anticipation. He braced, waiting breathlessly for Ishaq to rip off of his pants…

But nothing happened.

After a long pause, the young stud stepped away, letting out an exasperated sigh. Nick looked behind him to discover Ishaq staring at the wedding band on his finger.

“I’m sorry, Nick!” the jock gasped. “I can’t do this! You’re married and I won’t cuck another guy’s husband.”

Nick blinked. “It’s Ok!” he reassured, reaching out imploringly. He was touched by Ishaq’s restraint but the lust coursing through his veins overpowered any residual qualms he might have about his vows to Stacy. He wanted that huge cock NOW! “My…er, um, husband”–it felt so weird to say that word out loud–”is Ok with it!”

Ishaq was not easily swayed. Shaking his beautiful head, he sighed, “No, Nick. That would make me no different than the fucker who just tried to assault you. As much as I want you, I won’t take you like this.”

Thinking quickly, Nick pleaded, “Please! Oh, please! We don’t have to, you know, do anything. Just touch me!”

Frantically, he reached down and unfastened his belt, pulling down his pants and pushing backward to display the full swell of his corpulent buttocks. As his khakis slid down his abundant thighs, he remembered what he was wearing underneath and blushed. 

Pink panties! He was wearing pink panties!

He looked down at himself and, seeing the little, frilly garment stretched luridly across his hairy crotch–the cage around his dick outlined perfectly–felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him. What the fuck was he doing? Why was he acting like this? Why was he so hot for a guy–a guy!!!–he’d only just met. This wasn’t normal behavior! This wasn’t normal! He might be in a world full of men but that didn’t mean he had to act like a… Before he could finish the thought, a memory tickled at the back of his mind and he recalled something from the day before, back when the world had been normal and there were still women. He and Jessie had been in the women’s bathroom at the studio and–

“Heh. Look at you,” a deep voice grunted, startling him out of his revery. 

It took him a moment to realize it was Ishaq. He’d been so distracted by the niggling memory that he’d almost forgotten about the virile stud behind him. Ishaq, on the contrary, had not for one instant forgotten about Nick. How could he? With those incredibly ripe, succulent, hairy globes quivering enticingly mere inches from his rapacious monster cock? Nick’s over-plump, fuzzy peach had an immediate, transformative effect on the dude and all traces of his former gentlemanly restraint evaporated into a lusty haze.

“Shit!” he snorted. “You really are a slut, aren’t you? I shoulda let that asshole rape you.” He reached out and slapped Nick hard across the ass, laughing, “I’ll bet you woulda loved it.”

The tips of Nick’s ears burned as he felt his massive ass cheeks reverberate with the impact of the slap. He bit his tongue, though, and for some unknown reason remained silent. He knew he should be outraged. He knew he should fight back and reclaim his dignity. He knew he should at the very least pull up his pants, fasten his belt, and get the fuck out of that alley. He was better than this! He wasn’t even gay much less a gay slut!

But he bit his tongue and shut up. 

Fuck, it was worse than that! Far from simply remaining silent, he arched his back and thrust his butt up higher, inching backward until his twin bubbles rubbed ever so enticingly against Ishaq’s rapidly hardening beast. This was greeted by a resonant growl that sent thrills down his back. His locked dick throbbed so hard in its cage that it hurt. Sweat trickled down his back as the smell of rotting garbage filled his nose and rats scurried around the trash bins at his feet.

He was depraved.

Disgusting.

Filthy.

He was–

Before him, Jessie bent over gripping the toilet bowl. Her light, summery dress lay shredded on the floor. Her huge, cottage-cheesy ass cheeks jiggled as she quivered expectantly. She was wearing a tiny pink thong that disappeared into the smooth, darkened cleft of her butt. If he squatted down, he could see the mound of her wet pussy outlined in the crotch of her thong.

‘I’m your hole!’ she cried out in a baby voice. ‘I’m Nick Carlson’s slutty hole! Fuck me, Nick! Stretch out my pussy!’

Nick’s face twisted into a lopsided grin at the memory and, adopting the same baby-like tone, he cried, “I’m your hole! I’m Ishaq’s slutty hole! Fuck me, Ishaq! Stretch out my pussy!”

Ishaq did.

***

With brutal precision, Ishaq spun Nick around and ripped off his panties with one quick swipe. His shoes and pants followed along with the remnants of his tie and dress shirt and soon Nick was completely naked. Ishaq didn’t leave him any time to wait, though, and quickly yanked down his nylon shorts. Nick’s eyes goggled as the stud’s impossibly hard and long organ sprang forth, its enormous, dripping head at eye level. His mouth watered…and so did his pussy. He could feel hot juices dripping down his thighs and suppressed a shudder of delight. It hadn’t been his imagination: Ishaq really was bigger than Jesse!

Crouching down, Ishaq displayed his expert swordsmanship skills by simultaneously hefting Nick high into the air while aiming his mutant fuckstick precisely beneath him. When Nick began his descent, his legs straddling the stud’s sweaty torso, that magnificently fat and bulbous cockhead was waiting for him. 

Bull’s eye! 

His eyes rolled back and his vision exploded with stars as his ass lips parted and gravity aided and abetted Ishaq’s forced entry. Within seconds, the pulsing organ was buried to the hilt inside his pussy and he was riding on wave after wave of delirium as Ishaq bucked hard and furious beneath him.

He had no idea how Ishaq managed to fuck with such vigor and acrobatic skill. He didn’t seem like he would be strong enough to both hold Nick and fuck him at the same time. He even lowered his mouth and chewed Nick’s left tit, timing his bites with each incandescent thrust. Soon Nick’s brain was so overwhelmed with exploding supernovas of ecstasy that he didn’t care how Ishaq did it. He simply threw his head back and rode the stallion into the sunset of bliss.

When the young stud erupted inside him, spewing forth so much hot jizz that it leaked out of his hole and splattered on the trash-strewn ground at their feet, Nick had stopped caring about the mysterious disappearance of women from the world. Shit, if he’d known this erotic paradise was possible, he’d have dumped Stacy and gone gay years ago!

“Whoa, dude!” Ishaq gasped as he clasped Nick’s sweat and cum-encrused torso against his hairy chest. “I think I just got ya pregnant.”

“Who the fuck cares?” Nick cooed, leaning forward to nibble the stud’s  little, delectable earlobe. “I’d have a hundred of yer babies as long as I get to ride your mammoth pole.”

Ishaq’s face crinkled but his eyes shone with delight at these words. When he spoke, though, his tone was sober. “You sure ‘bout that? What about your husband? I was serious when I said I don’t like to cuck another guy’s man.”

NIck snorted dismissively. “What? Stacy? She–I mean, he’ll be fine.”

The truth was that he didn’t know what he was saying. He was still too high on delicious, post-coital euphoria. Any thoughts of Stacy or the impossibility that he might be pregnant were eclipsed by the pleasantly painful stretching of his hole and the slow, languid throb of Ishaq’s meat as it tickled his hidden, precious flower deep inside.

***

Chapter 7

Like his best bud Jesse, Ishaq was a perfect gentleman, treating Nick like a king after stretching his pussy to the breaking point. He helped him get dressed in his tattered, stained, and filthy clothes before donning his tiny pair of orange running shorts and escorting him home. They had just enough time to jump in the shower and clean up before Nick had to be off to pick up his daughters at school. He turned on the way out the front door just as Ishaq was reaching out for him. 

The big, strapping stud took him in his arms and hugged him close, pressing his lips to his ear. “Lemme walk you to the school,” he murmured, squeezing him tightly. “I wanna make sure you make it there safely.”

Nick swallowed, overcome with emotion. What had he done to deserve the attention and affection of Jesse and Ishaq, two of the sexiest studs in the world? Nodding, he choked, “Yeah, thanks. That would be nice.”

Ishtaq took his hand and together they walked the few blocks to the school, a silly grin on Nick’s face the whole way. Ishtaq led him to the front of the building before leaning down for a goodbye kiss. Nick watched him wistfully as he turned and jogged away, the late afternoon sun slanting down on his massive package protruding like a bulbous tumor in front of his tiny, orange running shorts.

He sighed as the young guy disappeared from view, hoping he’d see him again. Maybe next time he would have the privilege of being fucked by both Ishaq and Jesse? The mere thought of those twin, humongous schlongs was enough to get his dick hard in its cage. With great difficulty, he forced his attention away from his moistening pussy and throbbing cock and entered the school. 

Could life get any better than this?

***

He was so distracted by his recent conquests that he completely forgot that his daughters, Alexa and Jordan, had not been exempted from the mysterious transformation that had removed all females from the world. He’d gone through security and signed in to pick up his children, making his way through the building to the soccer practice grounds in the back when it hit him: The dispersing group of players walking toward him were all boys.

He stopped, head snapping up as he examined the youths closely. Each boy was eerily familiar and alien at the same time. There was Jamie, Luján, Eris, Kim, Derry, and Jody–all now male but still readily identifiable. As they filed past, laughing and joking with each other, he shivered with premonition. Where were Jordan and Alex? And what did they look like now? Were they still girls or were they…

And then he saw them, lagging behind their teammates.

A pair of brown-haired, dark-skinned identical twins dressed in red shorts and white t-shirts. They were walking side by side, arms slung across each other’s shoulders and heads held close together as they chattered excitedly. They always walked like this, being extremely close; it was both endearing and little unnerving to their parents. Stacy and Nick often joked that their daughters shared the same soul split between two bodies.

Nick smiled to himself even as the truth hit him: He was no longer the father of twin daughters; his beloved girls were now boys. He felt a pang in his chest and halted, simultaneously happy to see his babies and fighting back tears. Somehow, the loss of his daughters was more painful than any other ‘surprises’ he’d endured that day and he had to fight to maintain his composure. 

He wanted to look away but instead found himself studying his children with a mixture of confusion and pride. The two boys were all knees and elbows, being at the awkward age just prior to adolescence. They had inherited Stacy’s dark complexion but he was pleased to note their shaggy hair held a hint of his auburn highlights, especially after a summer in the sun. 

Their knees were dirty and their faces covered with sweat. Grass stains covered their shirts.

Just like before.

And not at all like before.

He opened his mouth to call out to them but no sound came out. He was about to clear his throat when the boys spotted him and their faces broke out in happy grins.

“Daddy!” the boy Nick knew must be Alex called out, running up and throwing his thin arms around his waist. “Jordan and I made the team! We’re on the team, Daddy!”

“Y-Y-You did?” he managed to sputter. “Congratulations, bud!” With trembling hands, he reached down and hugged his new son to him, feeling his heart twist. Alex burrowed into his side, burying his face in his armpit.

“Hey!” Jordan demanded. “What ‘bout me? I made the team, too!”

He ran up and, not to be outdone by his brother, threw himself at Nick, nearly knocking him off his feet. Soon, the twins were hugging him so fiercely he had to plead with them to ease up. They reluctantly did so but refused to let go completely and he walked through the school and out onto the sidewalk, flanked by his sweaty, exuberant sons.

***

Nick consciously avoided thinking about Stacy while he made dinner. Jordan and Alex amused themselves playing Fortnite after they finished their homework and he focused on grinding up the spices and deveining prawns for the curry. The dish wasn’t complicated but he had only made it a few times and he found it required all of his attention. This was a good thing because his stomach would fill up with butterflies if he slowed down long enough to think about his wife.

What would Stacy look like as a man?

Would she be as handsome as she’d been as a woman?

And more importantly, how big would her cock be?

He flushed at the thought, resisting the urge to pull out his iPhone and examine the dick pic she had sexted him earlier in the day. The mere thought of that big, fat, long cock, though, was enough to make his pussy wet. He shifted at the sink, forcing his attention away from these thoughts…and then found himself worrying about what he was wearing.

Will she find me attractive? he thought, looking down at himself. 

He’d dressed conservatively in a baggy pair of sweatpants which nonetheless clung to his huge bubble butt like a second skin. Underneath, he was wearing a particularly revealing pink thong he’d found buried in his underwear drawer. All of his boxers had disappeared, replaced by the tiniest, frilliest, laciest undergarments imaginable. He’d stared at them with surprise that quickly turned into delight. He’d never been able to talk Stacy into wearing panties like these and now his drawer was full of them! The irony of this turnabout wasn’t lost on him but he didn’t dwell on it; he was too eager to try ‘em on!

He surreptitiously reached down to adjust the string of the thong in his ass crack and shivered as the fabric slid across his tender hole. His beleaguered pucker was particularly raw and stretched out from being fucked by Jesse and Ishaq’s enormous cocks, something that precipitated another bout of anxiety. Shit! Shit! Shit! What if Stacy tries to fuck me and finds out how slutty I’ve been? Fuck fuck fuck!

He was spared from further panic by the sound of the front door opening and he stood up straight, heart pounding in his chest as Alex and Jordan sprang up from the kitchen counter and ran to greet their mom.

Stacy’s home! Fuck, Stacy’s home!

Trying to remain calm, he stirred the prawns in the curry and checked the rice, feeling like a new bride on her wedding night. From the foyer, the excited cries of the twins were met with a man’s deep, rumbling tone. Nick couldn’t decipher what the man was saying but he didn’t need to; the timbre of that voice was enough to confirm what he’d already known: Nick Carlson was married to a man. Stacy was now his husband.

Time slowed as he waited for the fateful sounds of footsteps down the hallway. His hands were shaking and his body trembled with expectation. For the millionth time that day, he blinked back tears, overcome with emotion. He felt like a new man. A whole new man in a whole new world.

“Mmmm,” Stacy murmured, coming up behind him to place a hand on his shoulder. “Smells even better than when my papa makes it.”

Nick’s heart was in his throat as he turned and met his husband for the first time. He teetered and would have lost his balance if Stacy hadn’t reached out to steady him.

Stacy was both the most beautiful man in the world…and completely ordinary at the same time. He stood about three inches shorter than Nick and possessed a slender build, not unlike the twins. His black hair was cropped short with bangs swept up and back. His beard was carefully manicured. Most astonishing to Nick, though, were his lovely brown eyes and lustrous lashes. They were the only part of Stacy that remained unchanged and somehow this made all the difference. All the difference because he knew this man to be the love of his life, the same person he’d pledged himself to all those years ago. The same person, just not the same gender.

Even though the world had changed and nothing was the same, Nick didn’t care. He was with his love and that was all that mattered.

***

The twins were in bed and Nick was growing sleepy by the time Stacy came into their bedroom. The evening had been deliriously happy for Nick as he found himself responding to his new life and role with a passion. Despite his feelings for Jesse and his lust for Ishaq, he knew Stacy was the most important man in his life and he would do anything to keep him by his side.

“You look fuckin’ sexy tonight,” Stacy rumbled, taking him from behind in his arms and pressing against him. “And you smell great, too.” He paused, sniffing Nick’s neck with relish before exhaling deeply and asking, “Is that Jesse’s cologne or someone else’s?”

The question was asked without a hint of jealousy and Nick turned to find Stacy’s lips waiting for him. They kissed deeply in the way that only longtime lovers can. Nick didn’t resist as Stacy fingers undressed him, pulling his t-shirt over his head before easing his sweats down his thighs.

“Ah, that thong!” he exclaimed when Nick’s bountiful ass popped out, the delicate waistband accentuating each burgeoning cheek and the string disappearing into his hairy cleft. “You haven’t worn it in forever!”

“I knew you’d like it,” Nick admitted, suddenly shy in front this sexy stranger who used to be his wife. He was starting to turn away when Stacy stopped him.

“Don’t move,” he instructed. “At least not yet. I wanna admire yer beautiful ass.”

Nick flushed, hanging his head as Stacy’s hands caressed his giant globes, lifting them (with effort) and rolling them around before dropping them again. All the while, his husband murmured praises behind him, causing Nick to flush a deeper shade of red even as his little cocklet pinched inside its cage.

When Stacy lowered the thong and reached between Nick’s ass cheeks, probing around with his fingers until he found his buried hole, he let out a low chuckle. “Yer pussy’s dripping wet and gaping wide open!” Nick felt a stab of guilt at these words and opened his mouth to speak but Stacy forestalled him, soothing, “Don’t worry, Nick! Remember the note I tied to your chastity cage? I gave you my permission to be with Jesse.”

“It’s not that,” Nick replied, feeling miserable. “I met up with Jesse’s friend Ishaq afterward and…well, I let him fuck me. Without a condom.”

This was met with only the briefest pause before Stacy grunted, “Huh? Is that so? Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make sure I plant my seed deeper inside you and beat out his sperm!”

With that, he spun Nick around and yanked his belt out of his pants, holding it up menacingly for a moment before grinning and tossing it aside. Then he unbuttoned his slacks and paused teasingly so Nick could devour him with his hungry gaze. He had been so preoccupied with the sheer unreality of the evening to notice that Stacy wore his pants differently than the other super-endowed men. Rather than cramming his cock into a voluminous codpiece, he let it run down his left leg in a cleverly designed sleeve. The sleeve made it look as if Stacy wasn’t hung at all, an illusion that vanished the moment he lowered his trousers past his waist.

Nick goggled at the gigantic schlong that was slowly revealed, foot by foot, until Stacy kicked his pants off and stood there naked below the waist. Nick blinked, his cheeks coloring, his pussy dripping, and his cock hardening as he beheld the most massive male member possible. As unbelievable as it was, Stacy was even more hung than either Jesse or Ishag. His cock dragged on the floor, gradually lifting in a gravity-defying act and engorging into an erection fatter than Nick’s leg.

“Now you see why I let those boys play with you,” he announced with a proud wink, reaching down to his pat his monster affectionately. “I needed somebody to stretch you out for this bad boy.” 

Nick didn’t reply.

He couldn’t.

He was paralyzed with lust-filled shock.

As he stood there fish-mouthing, Stacy commanded, “Now bend over and get ready for my baby-maker. I’m gonna breed you so hard you give birth to triplets!”

***