Chloe has been so nice to you, what's the harm in indulging her fantasy?

Your cunt aches with need, and though you don't want to admit it even to yourself, the pregnancy talk is turning you on something fierce.

Seeming to sense the shift in your attitude, Chloe looks at you, a sly smile forming on her lips when she sees your expression.

What a manipulative little, . . . ! She knew I'd react like this if she backed off of the topic so suddenly.

Instead of voicing that thought though, you surprise yourself, "We can do your little pregnancy roleplay," Chloe's little smile blossoms into a toothy grin, "BUT," You put her hand up to stop anything she may say, "We finish our dinner first, you never tell anyone of this, and you treat me like a mother fucking princess," A smile tugging at the corners of your lips ruins the sternness you were trying for.

"Can I film is?" She says through her mischievous grin, "For private use only," She feigns innocence.

You finally let go of the hug you had allowed to linger far too long, leaning back, "Nooooooo," You say softly, shaking your head, "I think that wouldn't be a good idea."

"Come on," Chloe's expression turns serious, "First, it would be hot as hell. Second, my mom is going to find a way to change you back and once that happens you're going to want a copy to fap to, Third, you're a girl now, no one knows who you are and likely never will, I could post it all over the internet and no one would know that the male you is the girl in the video." She keeps her tone reasonable as she talks, "But I promise to only share it with a few hundred of my closest friends."

Her tone is joking, but the mischief in her eyes makes you hesitate.

You think in horror of all the strangers who would see you getting fucked, begging to be impregnated, if Chloe shared the video with anyone, but at the same time, you can't help to acknowledge how turned on the thought makes you too.