Off the Market

Brandon had no idea how quickly things could spiral.

It all started when he lost his job six months ago. Rent was due, and he begged his roommate Josh to cover for him. Josh agreed... but he wanted something in return. At first, it was just cleaning the apartment, cooking dinner, and doing laundry. Simple stuff.

But then Josh's girlfriend dumped him. That was when things shifted.

"If you want me to keep covering rent, you're gonna wear something cuter while you work," Josh had smirked, tossing Brandon a pair of his ex-girlfriend’s tight shorts and a crop top. Brandon balked, but with nowhere to go—and no money—he gave in.

By the following month, Josh wanted more. He handed Brandon a bag filled with his ex-girlfriend’s old makeup. Brandon protested, but after another month of failed job applications and constant reminders that he had no way to pay rent, he gave in. With shaky hands and little choice, he learned to apply enough makeup to make his face passably feminine—at least enough to avoid Josh’s disapproval.

Soon after, Josh took him to a salon. Brandon shifted uncomfortably in the chair, cheeks burning with humiliation as the stylist worked. The long hair extensions brushed softly against his shoulders, making every movement feel strange and delicate. The bright acrylic nails left him clumsy, each tap and click a constant reminder of how far he’d fallen. The stylist even referred to him as a girl the whole time, either believing he already was or soon would be.

Now, months later, Brianna—as Josh liked to call her—was sprawled out on the couch, wearing nothing but a skimpy white crop top and skin-tight light gray yoga pants that hugged every curve Josh had shaped her into. Her hair, glossy and cascading down her back in a neat ponytail, swished as she shifted, completely engrossed in the football game.

That’s when she felt Josh’s presence behind her.

"Hey babe... you look so cute like this." Josh's deep voice rumbled in her ear as strong hands grabbed Brianna's yoga pants and yanked them down, exposing her soft, plump ass.

“C'mon, not now babe,” Brianna pouted, trying to keep her eyes on the screen. “I’m watching the ga—”

Before she could finish, Josh’s fat cock buried itself deep inside her, stealing her breath and replacing it with a helpless, girlish moan. Her long acrylic nails clawed at the cushions as pleasure built steadily inside her.

Josh began to pump into her with slow, forceful thrusts. Each one sent a shiver up Brianna's spine, her attention slipping from the game as heat blossomed in her belly. She tried, really tried, to keep watching the game, but her body betrayed her.

"Ah... fuck..." she whimpered, hips pushing back automatically.

The game faded into the background as Josh's thrusts grew faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her ponytail swayed with every deep thrust.

Each stroke seemed to grind deeper into her, hitting a spot that made her legs tremble and her breath hitch. The heat spread between her thighs, her neglected cock twitching uselessly against the couch while Josh claimed her like his personal toy.

Her moans became desperate, girlish cries that only spurred Josh to thrust harder. Brianna could feel her tight, stretched hole clenching helplessly around him, her body betraying how much she wanted this—needed this.

What Josh didn’t know—what Brianna couldn’t admit—was that one of her job applications had actually been accepted a week ago. But she never replied. The thought of facing the world like this, dolled up and feminized, terrified her. Worse yet, deep down, she wanted to stay. She craved Josh’s dominance. His cock. His approval.

With one final, brutal thrust, Josh buried himself to the hilt, unloading a thick, hot load inside Brianna’s stretched hole. She bit her lip, eyes rolling back, a needy whimper escaping as warmth flooded her insides.

Maybe she was still unemployed... but she was definitely off the market.