Fuck no

You didn't let her finish her thought, which it looked like she was about to do, as you pressed your lips against hers. Every bit of your mind now turned to the project and task at hand: taking this somewhat in the middle being and shape her into what you wanted: a black woman that was beholden to your body and your semen. IT didn't matter that you were going to damn this person to a life of serving your cock, that was already a given by the affliction in her. What you were doing was laying a stake on another person's life and molding them into what you wanted. You had a feeling already that your body was making things happen and changing people to fit your needs and tastes. This was your chance to prove it.

Your hands slid underneath the silk fabric of her night gown and rubbed against her nipples, eliciting a soft moan in your mouth and you pulled your lips away ever so slightly and you looked into her eyes. "From now on, we both wear nothing to bed, understood?"

She didn't trust her ability to speak but merely nodded her head, understanding immediately that the man in her life had ordered her to do something and she immediately acquiesced to it. It was a unique thing for her to become so submissive suddenly but the influence of the pheromones coming off the man next to her made her body only want more of it, to be engulfed and embraced by it, and her mind mentally adjusted to the image of masculinity in front of her, femininity in her. "Yes, baby," she whispered as his lips returned to hers. She loved kissing as a man and now was sorry that she ever thought that she was anything but an amateur compared to this man doing it.

You knew she was conflicted but you didn't care, moving your lips from hers and down to her neck, all the meanwhile your hands continuing to grope and cover her breasts. They weren't big by any standard but you were sure you would be able to change that. She pressed her body into your hands, pressing what little of her boobs she had into your grasp and you could feel her nipples growing hard under your fingers. The way her skin had softened in the weeks since you first started having her ingest your cum told you that there was bound to be more under there. She was changing from a white anglo-saxon man into a black woman of your molding.

"You do what I tell you to do, understand?" you breathed next to her ear as you reached down and turned her body forcibly until you felt her ass pressing against your groin, her ass cheeks already a bit more shapely than before pressing and rubbing against your cock. She moaned again, her voice cracking a bit as you continued to press yourself against her, forcing her to turn her head and you kissed her deeply. She reached back and held you against her, her height having already gone from 6'5" to 5'6" in a span of 2 weeks. You knew she would drop another 2 inches, you saw that in your mind's eye, but you also knew you were going to have more fun shaping her. A test was a test, you wanted to see how much and how far you could go.

"Anything, baby..."

You nodded. "I want you to have long hair, long black hair. I want you to have hair that I can pull, holding your head back, or to cushion as I push your head down on my cock. I want you to keep it neat and straight, understood?"

She nodded, picturing it in her mind. It was the first verbal command he had given her and she felt somehow, her body received the command. What he wanted, she now wanted to. She wanted to feel the length of her hair growing, how it would splay behind her as he fucked her, or how it drape down all matted and limp as she was taken from behind, hours into a marathon sex session. She wanted how it would make her look even more feminine and passable for him. It would please him and that was what she wanted. "I-I'll keep it straight..."

You heard that and smiled.