The Professional

Your parents' bedroom door opens wide and... it's a woman with wavy raven locks. You stare wide eyed though when you notice that she almost has to duck down in the doorway, she must be seven feet tall, possibly more. She, quite frankly, was nothing of what you were expecting. The only thing that she's matching up to in your nightmares is the fact that she's huge, and her body has a tasteful amount of muscle rippling across her frame.

That she's also wearing a classy looking summer dress is strange. The large duffel bag in her right hand more so, so when she gives you a quick once over and grins mischeivously you start to feel a little concerned.

"Damn, the boss did some real good work on you, honey buns. We are going to have a lot of fun!" Her smile is predatory as she drops the duffel, quickly digging through it it to pull out a cordless drill as well as some other things. Her smile widens as she turns back to the door and begins working, the drill quickly rattling off a number of times before she uncermoniously drops it back in the duffel. When she comes away from the door, you see that she's drilled in a strong looking deadbolt lock, which she has ensured can't be unlatched due to an even sturdier looking padlock placed on it. "There! Now we have this whole room," she glanced off to the side for a moment, "and an en suite bathroom all to ourselves."

"What the hell is this?" You can't help asking the question. You thought that The Bitch was going to send a guy, why would she send someone who couldn't really do anyhing?

"Oh, sweetie, I know that look," she walked over to you and gently grasped your chin as she smiled, "you're thinking, 'where's the hot man meat that's going to turn me into a pretty little pregnant princess?'"

"Not the way I'm thinking about it, lady. But yeah, that's the gist of it."

She had a gleam in her eyes as she stepped back and pulled the summer dress over her head, posing her now naked body proudly, "You're looking at her, baby. My name's Becky."

Your jaw felt like it hit the floor, the beautiful woman before you wasn't quite all woman. strapped to her thigh was the biggest dick you'd ever seen, and a huge set of hairless balls to match. "Oh, fuck."

"Well, I do hope that's what's going to happen. Since the boss has given you to me to add to my harem of boys-turned-babes."

Wait, what? "Excuse me? I'm not that bitch's property! No one owns me!"

Becky pouted, crossing her arms, "Fine, you're right. I don't own you..." the gleam returned, "yet."

You didn't like the sound of that, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Becky grinned as she reached down and unhooked the strap holding down her mammoth sized dick, half-engorged it swayed like a carrot... and you are the rabbit starting to salivate at the sight of it...

"Shit!" You close your eyes and look away.

"Oh my, you are a special one, aren't you? No girl has ever turned down my dick before!" Becky sounded impressed by your self control.

You hear her walking towards you, this is it. This Amazon of a dickgirl is going to **** a baby into you and you know just by looking at her you won't be able to stop her. Your life flashes before your eyes, it ends with Becky pinning you to the bed as she spears you from behind, blowing load after load into your hyper fertile pussy. Your stomach growing rounder and wider with her child as the months go by... the thought of it is getting you so hot-

-and the Becky lies back casully on the bed and starts reading a romance novel that you hadn't seen in her hand. Becky was completely ignoring you, her cock a half-chub lying between her toned thighs like some twisted porn-y christmas gift.

What the hell?

You just stare at her, dumbstruck by how she's acting. If anything, you expected her to grab you, riding you hard into the matress until you were raw and preggers. Not... this!

Becky seems to notice you staring at her, "What?" she asks it like _you're _the one acting strange here!

"...Aren't you going to fuck me?"

Becky grinned, "Are you asking me to, sweetie?"

You stare aghast, "No!"

Becky gives you a non-commital shrug and goes back to her book, "Okay then."

The silence is deafening. "I don't understand..."

Becky looks away from her book again, giving you that knowing stare, "What, you thought thta I was going to walk in here and fuck your brains out, no matter how much you told me 'no, no... yes, yes, yes!'" the last bit she monologued like some sex-crazed hentai character.

Umm, yes. Exactly that actually. "Umm, no..."

Becky snorted in what could only be disbelief, "Okay, sweetie. Whatever you say," she went back to her book before idly commentling, "I don't do that anymore. Got boring after the second time. My way is more fun."

You feela strange spike of arousal as she speaks, "...What's your way?"

Becky finally puts the book down, you can't help but notce that her cock twitched when you asked the question, "I'm already doing it, you silly teenage pornstar."

You let the pornstar jab go, "And that is?"

"We're playing a game. Well, one of my games, really. And just to be fair I'm gonna tell you the rules... it's no fun when I cheat, figured that out with my fourth harem girl."

"...That's great to hear," you deadpan.

"My favorite game, I like to call it it: Riddle Me Fucked. It's super simple, I tell you riddles, usually of pretty high difficulty, but, I like you. So if we play, I'll slip you a freebe or two. The idea is this: I ask you riddles, you get three right, I keep us locked up in here and promise not to fuck you into a teenage pregnancy until you change back - no questions asked... If you get three wrong though, I ride you harder than the town bicycle and add you to my ever growing harem."

"Why would I want to do that? you could assk anything and even if I get it right, you can try and bullshit a different answer!"

"I told you," Becky frowned, "it's not fun to cheat. If you get it right, then that's that. No tricks, just tough riddles. But, as an incentive, even if you get three wrong... I'm willing to do bonus rounds, which still count to your final score, get three and you win."

You feel dread pooling at the thought of 'bonus rounds', "What happens if I lose the bonus round?"

Becky just gives you a devilish smile, "That's a secret unless you agree to play and get that far. No spoilers."

"...What are my other options?"

"Well it's just the one other option. You and me sit here and wait until you change back."

That sounds amazing, "Okay, that-"

"-But," she cuts you off, "that door only opens if you change back... or I cum inside of you."

"How's that going to happen? You said you wouldn't **** me."

"That's right. I won't be fucking you... You'll have to fuck me or beg me to fuck you."

"Well that's not going to happen then."

Becky quirked an eyebrow, "Oh really? I know what the boss has done to you hotstuff, the unbearable desire to fuck a nice, long, hard cock... and the fact that you can't get yourself off." Becky leaned up a bit, her eyes boring into you, "And that desire is going to keep on building, and building, you can't stop it, no matter how many cold showers you take. I know I can last two days without getting my dick wet, even with as tempting a piece of ass you have to offer... but can you? That's the game, sweetie: Who Begs First... and I know it won't be me. So decide, because once you do, there's no changing your mind."