Try and make it easy on her

You folded your arms, watching the girls argue. Amber was still being obstinate, speaking harshly to Serena while she hopped her way back into her pants. You eyed her plush ass as it disappeared behind her grey yoga pants and decided you didn't want to let her just walk away - she was too cute, when she wasn't freaking out. No reason to make her be upset about it the whole time, though, so...

"Hey Amber, would you rather that being controlled and changed becomes super hot to you, or have your tits get more and more full and sensitive the longer you feel outraged?"

Amber glared over at you, then glanced down at the twin wet spots on her shirt where her nipples had already leaked a little milk during her struggles. For a brief second, she obviously tried not to answer, but then snorted angrily and replied, "I'd have my tits get full."

She groaned immediately, her hands coming up to cover her nipples. You raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, and moved to the edge of the bed and swung your legs over, leaning on your knees and looking at her quizzically. "Interesting choice."

She raised her head proudly - a little ridiculous, given her current situation, but you respected the attempt - and spat back at you, "I'm not just gonna let you mooo - damnit, mess with my head."

She shifted, looking toward the door, and her expression became a little more anxious. "Has...has it been a while yet?" she asked tentatively.

You blinked. "What?"

She sighed. A little of the tension was draining out of the situation as it dragged on, but she was clearly still pissed. "I said I'd hang out for a while, but I really need to go get my pumps. You know what, fuck it, it's definitely been a while."

Oh, right, you'd asked if she would rather 'hang out a while'. Huh, weird that she could change her mind on who got to decide how long it was. Well, either way, you weren't gonna let her just take off at this point. She started toward the door, but you spoke up, "Sorry, not gonna be that easy."

Amber stopped, looking back at you nervously. You stood up, and said, "Fair warning, you can be as stubborn as you want, but I'm just gonna keep offering you choices until you pick one that makes you want to stick around."

She stared back at you, some of the fire coming back into her expression, but you didn't let her get out whatever she was going to say. "Tell you what, we'll be less direct on this one. Would you rather you were Serena's loyal pet, or that...hm. Or that your clothes always show off your tits in some way."

She blinked, then, to your surprise, suddenly darted for the door. She yelled over her shoulder, "Show off my tits!"

She threw the door open, but yelped as her tank top weirdly constricted around her and threw off her balance. She stumbled and bumped into the door, spilling to the ground. You sighed and stepped after her, leaning a hand on on the door jamb and looking down at her sprawled on the hallway floor. You admired the new cow-print pattern on her top, which was now much smaller and tighter. Closer to a tube top than a tank, at this point; it still had straps on it, but they were clearly more decorative than functional, as there was no way anything that delicate could reasonably hold up tits like Amber's.

You smirked down at her. "Seriously, this doesn't need to be hard. It can even keep on being fun, if you just let it. One more easy one, then...well, if you want things hard, we can do that too. Would you rather come back inside and stop feeling upset about how I use my powers, or that I start asking way meaner questions until you play along willingly?"