This choice: she squeezes you, and says, "Hello there. Wakey wakey!" • Go Back... She giggles as she gives you a firm, gentle squeeze with her right hand. "You awake? Guess there's no way to tell." You feel suddenly aroused, as she runs a finger across her nipple, which feels...well, very much like your penis, you realize, as it suddenly swells. "I hope that feels good," she says, quietly. "I owe you quite a bit, you know."
Do you know? Not for sure. She keeps walking, into a bathroom, where you can get a good look at her, and suddenly it comes flooding back. You chatting her up, a few drinks...actually, a lot of drinks...some conversation about her ex-boyfriend, how big a scumbag he was...you commented on her breasts, said you wished you could be one...she said she thought that would be cool, having a man as her breast...and then you said you could make it happen....
Oh, my God, you remember it all now, her transforming you, then taking the gun to her ex's, and confronting him, and turning him into...oh, God, she turned him into an ant, and crushed him.
Then again, you seem to remember part of the conversation dealing with rape...well, if that's the case, he got what he deserved.
But she's got the gun, and now she's in control. You're not sure how good an idea that was, in retrospect...probably next time, you shouldn't make drunken boasts about it. Good idea.
"Don't worry," she says with a wink, as if reading your thoughts. "I promised I'd turn you back in a day or two, and I will. As for the gun..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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