A turn for the worse

Amber scowled up at you and spat, "I already told you, I won't just let you fuck around with my brain. Do your 'mean' thing or leave me the fuck alone!"

You sighed, and started to think of something a little bit more intense to try and get her to come inside, but almost immediately, you asked, "Would you rather you had a permanent cowbell collar, or lose the ability to walk on two legs?"

Wait. Where did that come from? Your eyes widened in realization while Amber glared at you and answered, "The collar, asshole."

Instantly, a thick leather collar snaked from behind her neck and clasped itself around her throat with a clang as a large dull brass bell settled just above her tits. She got to her feet, her hands feeling at her new permanent accessory. Still scowling, she spat at you, "What, you think some dumbass necklace is gonna make me let you do whatever you want? I'm still fucking leaving."

You waved your hands at her urgently, shaking your head, but your mouth opened and you said, "Would you rather your tits fill up to the point of pain at least three times a day and you also can't ever milk yourself, or once a day randomly become a horny cow bimbo in heat until you suck or fuck a cock?"

You had figured out what was going on by this point, and it was quickly freaking you out. You'd asked Amber if she'd rather you started asking 'way meaner' questions until she played along. You hadn't realized that you would have to keep asking questions whether you wanted to or not, and you sure as hell hadn't thought it might take away your control of what questions you asked! If she didn't get with the program, the power could do...fuck, you didn't even know what the upper limit was for how rough things could get. If you didn't want to absolutely wreck her life and who knew what else, you had to get her on board now.

She stared at you, looking a little shocked, but promptly answered anyway. "More milk," she said, then groaned as her tits visibly swelled just a little bit more, obviously growing heavier.

Before she could say anything else, you spoke up quickly. "Amber, you have to agree to stick around and mean it, right the fuck now!"

She looked up at you, her hands now cradling her engorged tits. Her anger from before had started to fade as her situation got worse, slowly replaced by fear. She hesitated, though, at the note of urgency in your voice. "What? Why?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but instead of answering her, you asked, "Would you rather that it's impossible for anyone to think of your tits with any word but udders, or that you grew a tail, cow ears, and horns?"

She blanched, but said, "I...guess I'd rather my udders were...my udders. But what's going - "

Against your will, you interrupted her. "Would you rather your udders and your milk were a legally freely available public resource, or that you were highly susceptible to suggestion by people who are milking you?"

Goddamn it! It was definitely getting worse. She replied, "What...uh, people can't just...use my udders whenever, so the suggestion part...?"

You put your hands up, trying to look as comforting as possible. "Amber, seriously. You have to go in right now, this is getting out of control fast. If you go back inside, though, we can fix this, I just need to ask a few questions and then - Would you rather I couldn't reverse or mitigate any of the changes I've already made to you no matter what, or that I ask you another five even more **** questions in a row then leave you however you end up for the next five years?"

Oh, shit. Amber and you shared a look of wide-eyed fright, and for a moment, she pressed her lips closed, not answering. After just a few seconds, though, her mouth started to quiver, and then, in a quiet voice, she said, "Leave me the way I am now, please. And...I'll come in and, um, play along."

You nodded fervently, and quickly stepped out of the door frame to let her back inside. Nervously, she stepped in, and you followed close behind. Serena, still in the middle of the room, stared at Amber, who stared back at you. After a moment of silence, you awkwardly turned to close the door behind you.

Well. That was new.