A different direction

His eyes lock powerfully onto your own. He stares with calm intent.

You notice his broad barrelled chest heaving, and the swell of his shoulders. Unbidden you again think about how small and weak you are in this body. And how he could break, or dominate, you if he wanted.

"I'll ask this once more," he spells out slowly. Firmly. Manly. In the way you might have asked something when being tested in your own body. Before you chose to place yourself like this.

He pauses.

"I have said it once. After this I won't say it again."

He pauses again. Neither of you says it, but you can tell that you both know he is completely in control.

Everything seems silent in the club. All you can hear is your gentle pulse beating in your ears - and then the delicate gulp in your throat that follows.

“You are not being honest with me," he repeats from earlier, in clipped, deliberate way. "You are asking me to put a pill on your tongue while you’re still lying by omission. I want the truth, please."

Why does he want to know? Your heart is quickening again, that pulse beating in your ears more loudly. Why does he care? Does he have a plan for you - but want to avoid unwelcome side effects? Or is he a real sadist who gets off on inflicting those side effects on guys like you? Or is he actually just like you - with a kinky obsession over transforming - and he is just playing with you as he gets off on the power trip?

"Is what I see real? Or are you on a pill already? Last chance."

He enunciates each word, slowly, deliberately, fully in control.

You gulp again.

You could tell him - he seems kind, and it could be the safest way through. Yet he would also know exactly how to really fuck you up, if he wanted, - and he is also desperate to know, in a way that can't, surely, just be about checking you are OK. He has just bought you in a slave auction in the Vanilla Alternative after all! He could trap you for months as a pregnant, cock-hungry bimbo - and basically steal your dick even when you turned back. You knew you had to try to avoid that, but the thought of it still sent pulses through your pussy, and your nipples tighten - almost begging you to touch them. Your arousal at the thought made you even more nervous...

So you should keep quiet to try to avoid that fate. But if you don't tell him he might fuck you up like that anyway - when he otherwise would have avoided it? The jeopardy - and the stakes - send another thrill through you.

Before you can finish thinking he tilts your chin up to keep eye contact as he stands. His crotch is now at your eye level. You can unmistakably see the outline of what must be his huge, erect penis constrained in his pants. Your nipples get even harder, and your pussy yearns for contact.

You must concentrate, you must do the right thing.

You open your lips, "OK..."