This choice: She asks the barmaid you motorboated, to decide. • Go Back...Chapter #5She asks the barmaid you motorboated, to decide. by: Mr. George   "Which do you th...?" The owner asked. Being cut off by the bar maid, "The first!" she answered with a snarl.
You wince, as magic rips through you, and once again, you're transformed.
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The barely there, translucent top clinging to an over-ripe body. Leather leggings that look sprayed on cling too.
As the owner traces her hand across your bared stomach, you hiss in pain. Her hand moving aside, you see you've received a new tattoo. In neat pink gothic text beneath your belly button the word "Hellcat" and on the line beneath in smaller text "Make me Yowl!", and beneath that an arrow pointing downwards, it's tip lost in the fur of your pubic hair.
"Ladies!" The owner raised her voice to get your attention. "You can regain your pathetic masculinities once again." Doc leaned forward eager for the hope or restoration. Her pony tailed ringlets bouncing off her bare back.
"You each need to please a man. All of you, and within 24 hours, or the magic will restart. All in the same hole, and within time."
Her hand snaking around your waist, a hand dipping to trace the canyon of ass cleavage you now carry. Patting your rump possessively, with a final spanking pat, pain erupts, and a tramp stamp appears at the base of your spine.
"Hellhole." in that same gothic script, "For those who dare..." and again an arrow pointing ass wards.
"You as their leader will be the last to be restored, but once the last of your group yowls her delight, one of you will earn back their masculinity."
With a snap of her fingers Doc vanishes, appearing outside, astride her hog and with the engine revving. She faces down each of you, before sending them on their way. With yourself kept to last. "I hope you don't enjoy the experience too much, or you might cum to crave it."
An like that you're astride your hog, the engine revving, and working a terrifying magic as the throbbing engine works on your new sex in a way that the thrumming heat and vibration of an engine never did as a guy.
Looking around, the owner stands arms crossed blocking the doorway. Trying to re-enter the bar, looking to be an incredibly wreckless job.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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