Think

Your fingers hover over the keys, trembling. The words "I can't just" glare back at you, unfinished. You exhale sharply, thumb swiping them away. The screen dims, then lights up again,another buzz. His name flashes, the notification burning like a brand.

"You still there, baby? Or you gonna leave me hanging?"

A shiver races down your spine. You squeeze your thighs together, but the friction only makes it worse—the image of him, thick and heavy in your mind, won’t fade. The way his cock pulsed, the way his cum cascading down his shaft....

Your breath hitches as the next message appears, a single word in bold, all caps:

"ANSWER."

The command coils low in your gut, the image of his hard cock ingrained in your mind, Oh god it was so big.

NO, you had to fight it. Reality crashes back. The phone slips in your sweaty palm. Fuck. You’re not his eager girlfriend. Sure, you're in this body, but you were a guy!

Your fingers hover over the keys, the screen's glow illuminating the huge breasts that now lay on your chest. You pinch the soft flesh of one breast experimentally, so heavy, so real, and a traitorous moan catches in your throat. The phone buzzes again.

"Clock’s ticking, sweetheart."

You bite your lip hard enough to sting, your reflection in the screen staring back,plush lips, flushed cheeks, those fucking tits. You were undeniably female.

Your thumb hovers,another buzz. The screen lights up with a fresh photo, his cock even harder now, thick veins bulging against flushed skin, cum glistening at the tip. It’s bigger than before, impossibly so, the sheer girth making your newly soft thighs press together instinctively.

Buzz.

"See what you do to me? Can’t even think straight."

The heat between your legs pulses in time with your heartbeat. Your reflection stares back from the dark screen,lips parted, pupils blown, chest rising too fast.

"Ok" you finally reply. You were actually gonna go through with this.