"W...w...which pills do you have again?"

You decide to play it slowly and carefully. Your panicked, arousing thoughts had stopped you concentrating on what he had said about the pills.

Cautiously, nervously, and still conscious of the pulsing between your legs, you ask "W... w... which pills do you have again"?

He chuckles. It is a deep, throaty laugh that echoes deep in his barrelled chest. You find yourself conscious of his height, and his strength, especially compared to the tiny frame you have chosen to inhabit. You are conscious, yet again, of that warm, pulsing distraction deep in your core.

"Too excited at the thought of the fun we might have?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, before launching into a slower, fuller explanation.

He takes from his bag a little velvet tray, covered with a protective lid. Removing the lid, he places it back in his bag, and, with one finger, lines the capsules up like jewels.

“Now pay attention, girl. These aren’t candy.”

He picks up the first pink one, rolls it between thumb and forefinger.

“This is the Basic Pink. Twenty-four hours. Clean. No mess. If I were to pop it, I would pop tits and a cunt, but - by the next evening I'd be back where we started. We would have a day of wild, side-effect free, lesbian sex - but there is always the risk of some other guy intervening. That idea drives some guys wild... for that you'd have to have a real fucked up inadequacy complex, wouldn't you?”

His grin is ambiguous. Is he teasing you? Or is he beginning to open up?

"Why have you bought it, if that's not you then?" you ask, trying to mask your vulnerability.

"Oh it has all sorts of purposes... and I couldn't bank on being lucky enough to buy a beauty like you every time I come to VA!"

Thwarted.

“Now, if you were one of those fucked-up guys, and I popped you this, then it layers. The pills last more than the usual 24 hours, and you'd be extra wet, extra stupid-sensitive, extra-comfortable in your new body. There is also the risk some of your inklings, your feminine side stick with you when you change back.”

This latter issue had been one of the things worrying you.

He carries on, fingering the second pill. "This one's 'X-Tra Strength'. Month-long. Body actually starts working like it belongs to a woman. Fertility creeps in.”

Though he didn't go on to explain what happened if you got pregnant, or doubled up with an X-Tra Strength, you knew very well. If you got knocked up, you stayed a girl until birth, with all the psychological trauma that went with that. A really fucked up piece of medication! If you took one on top of another pink pill though, you would have the same risk, but at the same time it would work like a fertility and lust booster. You had read reports of guys who had doubled up for kicks and had essentially been hunting baby-daddies rabidly...

He pointed to a darker pink pill, almost red.

“Breeder. This one’s mean. Seven to ten days. You don’t get to come unless something’s pumping inside you. Instant, filthy, lights-out pleasure the second you’re filled. And it *takes*. Again, if the taker gets pregnant, they are a woman for 9 months... and if you've already had a pink pill when you take it, then you become hyper-fertile, and hyper-horny. If you avoid pregnancy, you are transformed for nearly a month, and if you get pregnant... well...” he chuckled again, "let's just say you need basically permanent 'servicing'".

The thought of carrying some other guy's baby both appalled, and slightly thrilled, you. You wondered whether it had the same effect on him though, as it began to look a little like he had a bulge in his pants. The thought sent a tickle through your crotch. You weren't feeling attraction towards him were you?

Happily for you he broke your thoughts as he carried on, holding up a slimmer capsule.

“X-Tend. Week. If a guy takes it, he has to take at least one load from a cock bigger than the one he used to have. The pill remembers it. When he snaps back, he comes back *more*. Longer. Thicker. Heavier. But—” he leans in, voice dropping “—come more than once every three days and he forfeits the growth. Worse than that though, he shrinks. Discipline, or he gets a micro-dick. There’s an anti-pill in the pack if someone panics and wants to abort the whole thing.”

"For a girl though, this one's a treat. It makes you horny as you like, but it also essentially de-sensitises you. You can only come from really huge dicks like mine, and unless you come while you are on it, your tits shrink."

Your eyes flick down to his crotch, which is definitely bulging. He grins. You can't help but wonder whether he really is hung like he suggests.

"Already transformed? It still wants the sample, but essentially it works exponently, and punishes extra orgasms more harshly.”

Next.

“Resistance. Cheap, long. Seven to ten days unless you come. Every orgasm adds another day. Stack too many in three days and it starts *fraying* you. Slower thoughts. Softer body. Harder to talk to people. Clothes that used to fit start feeling wrong. Libido climbs. Fertility climbs. People who can’t stop touching themselves end up living in it.”

"For a real girl... if that is what you are... it just dials up the horniness, and orgasms buy more days of that. Already on a pink, and resistance treats it as a base layer and starts adding rotten time, while you will feel yourself getting cheaper - and lots of that, and your freaky urges, will stick with you after you change back.”

That was another thing I had dreaded.

He flicks a bright, almost neon one.

“Bimbo. Two weeks, give or take. The lights dim upstairs. Pink starts looking like a uniform. You want less fabric and more attention. Moderate risk you’ll end up a mother if someone isn’t careful. If you are already on a pill...” he laughs again (which is getting irritating), "extra airheadedness both while you are on the pill and once you change back".

He turns a glossy one so the light catches it.

“Show-Off. You want to be seen. Skin. Public. Risk. Same length, same little pregnancy warning. Some people take it because they’re shy. They don’t stay shy. Again, if you are already on a pink you are going to be quite the exhibitionist once you change back.”

I had read stories about guys who had ended up in jail from flashing after turning back...

He slides the tray a few inches so the blue ones catch the light.

"Basic Blue. Twenty-four hours. Clean swap the other way. If, let's just say, I was a girl already on one and doubled-up on this, then I would have the X-Tend side-effects when I turned back"

“Bull. The ugly cousin of Breeder. Seven to ten days. You’d think about filling things. Balls heavy, output up around three times. Reflexes that help you finish. They market it as fertility treatment. If I were to use it when already on a blue, then it'd swell my dick even more, and I'd be even more explosive as a bull. There is a risk of it developing bisexuality though as the urge to fill *anything* is just too great.”

He picks up the last one, purple, and turns it slowly.

“Purple. Either starting point. You keep the chest. You lose the cunt. You gain something oversized and productive underneath. Futa, if you want the pretty word. High output. High fertility. Niche. Devoted little following. No vulva. Just the rest of the girl and a problem between her legs.”

"Of course, if I were to take it, I'd gain a chest, and lose this beauty." He stroked his crotch. He was now obviously hard. Was this a clue as to whether he was on a pill himself? Or kinky for one?

He sets the purple down last, then looks at you like he’s deciding which story he wants to write on you.

“Now I have given you the option, but if you don't want to take it, I might have to decide for you. I might keep you as you are. I might dress you in one of these and see which version of you I like kneeling. I might take one myself and make you deal with the result.”

A pause. Almost fond.

“You’d tell me if you’d already swallowed something, wouldn’t you?”