Cindy rose from the floor, gasping for air. "Good Lord!" she cried, feeling her nose. "Whad hab you done do me? And my tits! What on earth--?"
"Tsk, tsk," said Jim, do you have a problem with the new you? I can quite easily put all that weight back on, you know."
"No!" Cindy screamed. "No--anything but that!"
Jim smiled. "Anything? Seems to me I've heard that word before. Only there was a qualifier on it last time. Do I hear a 'within reason?' Hmm?"
She hung her head, or rather, the pseudo-breast that had once been her head. "No," she whispered.
"Good girl. Now, we haven't really discussed what needs to happen if you're ever to have a prayer of being normal again, have we?"
"It involves sex, doesn't it?" she muttered, dully.
"Smart girl. Yes, it involves sex."
Suddenly Cindy tried to move forward, murder in her eyes. All she managed to do was trip over her own feet, which were rooted to the floor.
"Sorry," said Jim, "but you see, I already considered that. The sooner you accept that you are absolutely at my mercy, the better it will be for you."
"What do you want me to do, you pervert?" Cindy snarled, through gritted teeth.
Jim showed his own.
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