Being Blake(2nd Person Tg)

A Blake Belladonna Fanfiction

"Happy Early Birthday! I know it's still a day away, but hey I'm working."

You looked at the message a bit confused, checking your digital calendar to make sure you weren't reading it wrong.

"Um, it's my birthday today Charo. You're not early. I know the time zones are a bit off, but not THIS off."

There was a pause as you looked at the dots that said he was typing, it going on and off till a surprisingly short message followed.

"No you said it was the 19th. I checked. See?"

A message was pinned as you clicked on it, confused to see a relatively normal one.

"Jake, and my birthday is 1-18."

You went to type that you were vindicated, but your eyes stung for a second, the message looking different as you stared at it.

"Jake, and my birthday is 1-19."

You looked hard, confused as you tried to find the telltale (edited) mark, but then again you had only glanced, sure it was probably just a mistype.

"Oh sorry about that I didn't mean to-"

You didn't send that one in either, checking your phone, remembering he was right, your birthday was tomorr-

"Aww did you forget again Blake? You're so cute like that. Want me to scratch your head? Then again I bet your roommate's happy to do that for ya. They did say how cute your mewling gets when you're teased."

Now you were getting a bit heated, wondering if Charo was teasing you, trying to do something new. But s-something wasn't right. Like, why was he teasing you with your own name? That was your name wasn't it? You checked the pinned post again, seeing no mark of editing, oddly aroused as you read it.

"Blake, and my birthday is 1-19."

Something was really bothering you about it, that anxiety flaring despite it being completely factual. Sure not many guys were named Blake, but you were. You couldn't help the feeling that Charo was messing with you, that-

KNOCK KNOCK

Your thoughts interrupted, you turned to see Mark coming inside, holding a saucer of milk, your nose flaring at the creamy treat.

"Milk time Blake."

"S-Stop calling it that!"

You blushed a bit as they ran their fingers through your hair, shifting back and forth in your chair, annoyed how their fingers messed with your brown hair, unsure why you had even been so excited for the milk, trying to guess why it was in a saucer and not a glass.

Conversations continued with Charo for a few hours, during which Mark kept coming in to headpat you, which you suspected were on Charo's orders given the frequency of messages timing with their appearance. Still, they were getting better at it, their nails really getting those itchy spots on the crown of your head, both of them tingling more and more as you had to hide your arousal from them. It didn't help that Charo was teasing you too, giving you some fun lewds in advance of your birthday since he was working. At a certain point you were a bit thirsty, the clock ticking to 3 as you without thinking, dipped your tongue in the saucer. For a bit your chin awkwardly scraped against the side like it was too wide despite the motion feeling right, but after a few laps it fit perfectly, swishing the milk around before swallowing, mewling in a mid pitch tenor.

You blushed at the sudden stroking, accidentally moaning as the surprise attack from your roommate really got you going, mewling as their fingers played with the lumps- the fleshy- your cat ears, teasing and petting them with both hands, running them through your short cut black hair. You were moaning for them to stop, gasping as they buried their nose into your scalp, on the edge as a message from Charo sent you over.

"I know why you thought your birthday was on the 18th. I remember you said you were born at midnight and it was a coin flip. You must have thought it landed tails instead of heads, but that's silly. For such a cute cat girl, you don't have a tail Blake."

You couldn't hold back, blushing furiously as you came, coinciding with a tweak of your ears that really drained you, meowing as you hissed for your roommate to leave, that you needed to get some sleep. That just led to more teasing as you blushed, trying to ignore it as you lapped up the milk, having to pull back your shoulder length black hair as you dipped your face into the liquid and lapped it up. Your nose felt annoying as you got deeper into the bowl, your tongue extending longer to lick up every last drop. Strangely when your mind lapsed again and you did the same thing, there was no issue, your nose just faintly dotted with dairy as the tip sometimes got caught in a licked up ripple.

Feeling satisfied and spent, your cock still hard, you looked back at the message, staring at it and starting to stroke yourself until the reflection of your face interrupted your thoughts. There was something... different about it. But what? Your eyes did feel a bit watery, another sign you needed sleep as you yawned with an airy voice, rubbing your throat as that felt raw too. You looked again, your beady yellow eyes flashing even more noticeably, a bit of discomfort building up as you shut them, working the socket until it passed. Opening them, you looked into your wide yellow saucers, unsure what the problem was. Sighing you moved towards your bed, tugging at your jeans, giving a grunt as they felt caught on something. Looking down at them you gave a few more tugs, grunting as they finally pulled down though the seams looked a little frayed. You weren't going at it THAT hard... were you? Urgh you just didn't feel the best and you needed some sleep. You shouldn't have stayed up so late. You swatted Mark's hand away a few minutes later when you were snuggled up tight in your bed when they came to collect your saucer, thinking about what story you'd write next on your tg lit slash fiction account as you drifted off to sleep.

Waking up you gave a loud alto yawn, running your tongue along teeth you swore were sharper for a second, but that was just morning brain talking. It was all the same as you flicked some of your hair back where it was bothering your puffy nipples. Hmm, you didn't remember them ever looking that red, but you still felt a bit out of sorts, your muscles stiff as you raised your arms and gave a big stretch. You mewled as something popped, feeling a very comforting sensation in your lower back as you tried to figure out what, running your fingers down your hairless backside, sighing as you felt the slight kink in it. Too many hours at the computer or something the doctors said. It'd been like that for years thou-

POP

It had been an odd curvature in your spine, but it felt fine and it gave you a nice flare to your belly, though looking down you could definitely stand to lose some weight. Heck, besides your belly, your thighs and hips looked a little wider slimmer than you remembered them being. Maybe some more milk would help. Despite that slimness you felt your jeans were a bit tighter, which was strange. You always put a lot of work into your fashion sense, why would these be two sizes too small? Either way you stuffed yourself into them, finding the pressure kind of nice, though your erection was annoying, the six inch pecker harder than morning wood, but the consistent squeeze of the jeans helped temper it somewhat. It was almost like the pressure was making your insides stir a little, the visual image arousing as you gave another stretch, feeling a bit of vertigo as you stepped out the room. You had a black undershirt on, which you thought had been baggy when you left, but looking down you could see your navel peeking out, a bit of sway to your walk as you ignored Mark's teasing to find your shoes. You looked for your sneakers for five minutes before remembering you had the flats with the raised heels. Stupid morning brain.

It was a bit awkward to do your usual walking routine, your inch long heels a bit awkward to stumble around as your shivered a bit. Why you had your navel exposed this early in the morning you didn't know why, but you had to stretch it out, feeling better leaving it out in the open. Looking down you didn't know why you thought you had to lose weight, pushing a finger against your springy, if unmuscular waist, liking the slight curve shown by the short cut of the top, though it was hard to move around with your balance this awkward. Still you felt like it was right to exercise, like you were usually active like this. That morning brain was seriously no joke.

It felt good to do your daily running, your cock squashed in your jeans, a bit of paranoia the only downside as you swore you could hear strings plinking apart, but you ignored it. The cold air felt amazing against your nipples, blushing a bit as the cold air made them harden, one of those odd things about your body you had for ages, some kind of a hormone imbalance that had been really embarrassing to keep hidden. It felt really good to let the flatness of your chest rub against the shirt when they got that hard, a few more purrs leaking out as you paused feeling exhausted from such a short run. Strangely you recovered almost instantly, like your stamina had extended, but it was time for some stretches anyways. You did some curls, really feeling it in your moderately sporty core, mewling as you felt some odd knots in the muscles, gripping your stomach as you turned to the left and right.

SNAP

Ooh~ that felt good, your stretching suddenly a lot more flexible, moaning as you rolled your five inch dick between your legs, tottering on your two inch heels as you explored just how far you could go. At a three quarters turn you mewled loudly, cumming as the seams of your pants suddenly burst, making you blush as you ran back to your apartment, feeling the eyes of everyone on your swaying ass.

There was so much hip twisting now, your run a proper strut, the cum continuing to flow as each sway made that pleasurable squeeze in your core build to new delectable highs. It was like you were trying to burst your own jeans, everything hugging you from the tight confines of your silky underwear to the mid calf length boots caressing your calves, squeezing them, a few small stumbles odd for you given how used you were to running in your five inch heeled boots. God you were so horny, which was strange since your four inch cock was still hard, well not all that odd. You did have that weird hormone imbalance that let you cum a few-

"HYAAA~!"

That structural imbalance that left your half sunken right testicle constantly leave you horny. The doctors had missed it when one had receded and as puberty hit, the half sunken expanse of scrotum left you in the rare opportunity of being able to cum multiple times in a row as a gu-

"O-OHH F-HU-UHH-UHHCK~!"

A male with an extra X chromosome, that X standing for X rated as it made sure the bits of estrogen constantly flooding your bloodstream left your plump, yet still flat chest be as fun to tease as your cock, the diamond lattice of your form fitting crop top not helping as it teased the currently erect, reddish lumps of your nipples. Thankfully you were back inside by the time your third orgasm hit, mewling as you felt your stomach churn like it was being stirred, gripping the spot where your... former? No you always had a small slit where the right testicle was supposed to be. You didn't quite understand how your chromosomal makeup worked but it was mind blendingly potent, your singular ball full and desperate for an excuse to erupt, your slid in scrotum teasing the tight, shallow lips of what was a vestigial remnant of the pussy you had almost been born with. Moaning, you slid your high heel boots off, your knees rubbing together as you stumbled a bit on your bare toes. It always felt a bit awkward without your heels on.

You were getting that special level of horny again, the kind that made you feel like your core was on fire, your shallow slit throbbing with your weak cum, all that estrogen in your bloodstream making a catboy like you feel both sets of pleasure, tempted to tease your lips while you stroked your cock. But that churning in your guts was getting worse, your arms hugging it in as you moved to your room to check the damage to your pants, not wanting to spend your leadup to your birthday a horny mess. God having some girl parts really made it easy for your friends to tease you, all sorts of tactics and phrases getting your tiny lips to wriggle like a minnow out of water, your cock tenting easily against the... denim?

Huh, that's weird, you swore your pants were broken before. Heck, you remembered them being denim, but no that couldn't be right. They were the same yoga stretchables you always put on, the seams unable to break even if they plastered nicely to your curves. Well, what few curves you had, your ass disappointingly flat, though your friends did tease you for wearing something so girly for a guy-

"OHHH OHHH N-NYAAAA~!"

For a hermaphrodite like yourself, it was nice to have something to accent, your petite little booty small, but perky. You don't know why you enjoyed the tight hug of it so much, but your girthy rod definitely liked the tight squeeze below, your plush thighs feeling the-

"MYAAA~!"

Slender boy cock wetly lubricated between your moderately thick thighs, the thigh gap enough that it felt really good to sit and let the plush flesh of your legs caress it, though you found that as puberty had progressed, you were now teasing the wide lips of your shallow pussy more often, feeling a far more appreciable feeling in both your cock and pussy rather than just the former. You almost went to do that, but another grumble in your stomach made you groan, something pushing up against your beestings, something that made your sudsy cum gush.

The next few hours were lost in a haze of lust and work as you had to get an assignment finished, mrowling as you interrupted each sentence with a fingering of your nipples, loving the way the inflamed mosquito bites beneath moved under pressure, tiny enough where they would pop out to the sides as you had to recatch them. As you tried to balance work with pleasure your movements turned more towards circular stroking, your tiny breasts easy to go braless. It wasn't all that uncommon for someone with your levels of estrogen to have breasts like this, though given your honestly pathetic three inch worm that could barely get hard, it was a shock you didn't have even bigger ones to play with. At least they both felt good to knead, your hands massaging into your firm a cups, your thighs juicing your semen deficient cock and its grape sized testicle as your mewled happily.

Every now and then a hunger pang would roll through you, wondering if you should bother Mark to grab some more for you since you were too... occupied at the moment. But it always seemed to fade, your muscular core taut and defined with spongey, yet tough muscle, your slender waist a joy to tease with your pinkies as the rest of your fingers worked on the perky b's, your nipples like stingers in their hardness as you copped the flesh, feeling a nice sag to them that always made it fun to play with. Finally the paper was done, your eyes on the clock as you realized you had really wasted a lot of time with the masturbation, Charo's promise to do something special for your birthday almost upon you as it was almost January 19th for you. Yawning and getting ready you stretched the drowsiness out, working each piece of spine as you gave a cute little purr, your tits stretching your crop top, their heft jiggling as you rolled through your taut, fit core, moaning as your two inch girldick made a wet sound as you swore you could feel something plunging inside.

It was in this needy, transitionary stage that you heard the discord bleep, your eyes staring lustfully as Charo continued that fanfiction erotica you asked them to do of yourself. It was hard to explain why you found the idea of someone turning into you so sexy, but the way he wrote it just always got you going as he recounted the last moments of, um, crap which oc was it again? You'd have to scroll up to remember-

"You feel that heat building in your core? Wondering why you're so horny? Before you forget that's the feeling of your prostate bending inside your body, turning to a lusty, horny womb as you moan, unaware the next time you cum is your last before your groin reverts into what it's always been Blake. You'll just think this is some sexy talk and not the future..."

You were squealing, thinking it was just you being subby, swearing you could feel every word as your clear cum drained from your microdick, each gush making your raisin sized, your seedling, y-your-

"YESSSSSSSS~! MRRRROOOOOWWWL~!"

SCHLICK

You were cumming so fucking hard, the heat melting you, your prolapsed... clit? Fuck it had such a tiny hole to let out all that boiling cum, misting out in a spray, your fingers jerking the heft of your pinky length clit. You couldn't focus on anything but your throbbing genitalia, so happy you barely showed any of that masculine chromosomal makeup, just an overly erect clitdick you were stroking in circularly like your hardened nipples, your cat ears bristling as you continued to finger your shallow pussy, only one set of knuckles deep to scrape the bottom.

"AHH AHH AHHHH~!"

You were finger fucking as deep as you could go, all your fingers thrusting inside a leaking snatch, a slight deformity at birth leaving it disconnected from your boxy pros-

SCHLURP

You screamed as you came, jabbing your pink clit as your pussy gushed out the final releases, leading you to collapse onto your bed in a hot, messy heap.

You started to strip, too hot for clothing at the moment, your usual outfit soiled anyway from all the cum as you only stopped when your roommate burst in, shocked at what they were seeing.

"O-Oh my god! Jake?! JAAAKE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?"

You squirmed, blushing fiercely, already feeling your slit moisten as you hid your flushed face in one of your cheap paperback romance books. As sudden as the concern was, it devolved into the satisfied giggles as Mark set another saucer of milk by you.

"Aww like that Blake? You're too fucking cute when I tease you like this. I can't act like you used to be a guy when you're mewling like a kitten. I mean I could try, but..."

You hid yourself even deeper in the pillows as they teased you a bit more before leaving you be, continuing to call you Jake as they saw your ears flexing, giving them a pat you weren't ready for as embarrassingly, you purred at the touch, your thighs a bit slicker than they had been moments ago.

Finally they left, letting you strip down as you prepared to go to sleep, happy you could let loose a bit right in time for your birthday as Charo sent you a final message. Looking at it and giggling, you reacted with a heart at his final message.

"Happy birthday Blake! I'm glad I could make this one on time. Now get your beauty sleep cutie, you're going to need it for how hard I'm going to tease you in the morning with your oc's. Or maybe I should pretend you were Jake sexy. Aww I bet you're squirming now. Too cute. Sleep well birthday girl..."