"My name is Sam!"

You feel a surge of pride come from some deep part of yourself you aren't sure if you even knew existed. All the changes that have hit you so fast and so hard...they don't get to decide who you really are deep down...you do. Sure you're in Heat, and sure you have a cunt, and sure you slurped up more cum in two days than most pornstars get in a week, but you know what your name is...and now Larry does to.

"Good! To be honest, I really prefer to dom guys. I had a hunch when I met you, that despite your equipment you were a boi on the inside. Which is great news for me, because there's nothing I love better than dominating a dude until his cock betrays him and explodes everywhere. So let's take a look at that cunt of yours..."

You stand, speechless, wondering whether to be relieved or terrified as Larry walks over and slides his hand under your scandalously short skirt and down your panties. "MOAN" you can't quiet your aching need as he slides his fingers inside you. Your tongue lolls out obscenely and your hips start bucking involuntarily against his hand, drenching his palm and causing him to grin eagerly...

"That's my good little bitch. Now I'm going to give you something to drink...something that will reawaken your primal, masculine instincts. But don't worry, you won't grow fur. I like my bitches smoooooth."

You nod dumbly as you thrust your hips desperately against his hand. He holds it still and lets you fuck a shuddery, spasmy, spurty orgasm from his digits. Your head swims, but your pussy just grows hotter and hungrier, begging to be bred and made a woman...HIS woman. You try to ignore it, fucking your self harder on his fingers as he reaches for a vial filled with a red, creamy liquid. You feel another savage orgasm rip through you as he slowly lifts it to your lips, and you don't drink it so much as feel it poured into your moaning mouth and down your thirsty throat...

"Fuuuuuuuuuck! Meeeeeeeeee!" You fall to the floor, Larry's fingers leaving you with a trail of girl cum. You thrash and jerk and go into frightening fits as the potion works its way through your veins like molten hot poison. You can't even find the air to cry out in agony. You drool and gibber and go into epileptic spasms. You realize with horror that you must have answered wrong after all. Larry is poisoning you for your arrogance....

You are going to die...

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