This choice: She casually explains how the others can be restored. • Go Back...Chapter #5She casually explains how the others can be res... by: Mr. George   "The Hellcats will ride for an entire year." She announced. "After that time, you'll be restored to masculinity free to indulge in those same behaviours..." She gestures to the furious waitress. Her arms still folded. "However, you... you, as the founder of this club, deserve special treatment." She jabs one stiff finger in your chest. "You, however won't be restored. Serving as a reminder to these fine ladies... and future gentlemen, of what happens to rude men."
Heart in your throat, it feels difficult to breathe, from the tension. "Instead, you'll be the horniest back-bitch, their Ol' Lady. The one who rides behind, clinging to her man for support. The revving of their engines enough to make you cum. The vibrations throbbing through your entire body."
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She folds her arms defiantly, "Now, to seal this deal, I need their agreement. I need them to betray you, and endure as women for the year." She smiles, "You get to forget your life as a man, after that year." she promises you the oblvion as mercy.
"Oh, and ladies. Be careful." she addresses the rest of the cowed gang. "Indulge to freely with your new bodies, and you might find a price you don't enjoy..." She traces the shape of a pregnant belly, seeing them blanche and look away.
"This is the only way, you'll not keep these tempting bodies." she reminds all of you. "Do you accept my bargain?" she asks Doc.
Doc mouths an apology to you. "Yes." she agrees. Dropping her head, and avoiding meeting your gaze.
The same shameful routine is repeated until every other member of the gang you founded has committed to your betrayal.
With a vile, triumphant grin splitting her face, she turns to address you. "So, girlie... Do you agree to seal the deal?"
The idea of being reduced to a back-bitch, is mortifying. But, you nod your agreement.
"I need the words." she insists, "Agree, and consent to this transformation."
Tapping you with that same stiff forefinger, you transform. You become the most voluptuous woman you've ever seen. A black leather bikini clinging to your abundant curves. The too small leather back, a degrading reminder of everything you've lost... is far to small to ever zip up.
Unfamiliar muscles clamp excitedly, aching for a cock. They tremble in anticipation, your thighs quake in anticipation of that engine throbbing beneath you, waking a wanton insatiable beast of lust.
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