Chapter 3

MAVLOR

Being doped to the gills on courage potions and still managing to be frightened out of your wits had to be a record. Mavlor took some grim comfort in this as he watched the two draconian males that were going to be handling his... treatment. What the treatment was, and what the end product was supposed to be, was still a terrifying empty blank spot on his mental map, with the only sign of what was coming being the questions that the two draconians had asked him.

One: Are you male?

Two: Are you straight?

Mavlor had said yes, both times. And now, he watched the two draconians as they murmured to one another quietly. They were both completely naked, their scales glittering brightly, and their stance meant he got a great view of their buttocks, tight and muscular and enhanced by long, whip-chord strong tails, which snaked and twitched along the floor in an almost hypnotic, sinuous motion. But naked or not, the draconians weren’t unequipped. The blue and gold scaled one had a small crystal tablet, and was pointing down at it, while the red and black scaled one nodded.

“Hmm, I think it’ll work best if we start in the physical substrate,” the blue and gold one said.

“Um...” Mavlor started.

“I do prefer working on a finished project, true, but the physical stuff goes better when it’s backed by mental ideation.” The red and black one grumbled quietly.

“Well, it’s more a matter of our essence, isn’t it, if it doesn’t flow, it doesn’t flow. Does he do it for you?”

“I mean, he’s a cute elf twink...”

“G-Guys!” Mavlor exclaimed.

The two draconians lifted their heads, then turned to face him. Once more, he was presented with their immense cocks – even soft, the draconians outstripped him considerably. Mavlor’s cheeks burned and he stammered. “W-What exactly is going to happen here? I, uh, I’m pretty scared. And that’s with the courage potion-”

“Shh,” the blue gold draconian said, holding his tablet in his off hand, his other pressing to Mavlor’s lips. “Final call, Duranturastus.”

Duranturastus crossed his arms over his broad muscular chest. He regarded Mavlor with eyes that made Mavlor think more of meat and chopping blocks than people – it was a marked transition away from the gentler tones he had used earlier. He cocked his head left, then right. Then finally, he nodded. “I think ... I think you’re right. This little guy’s barely clinging to what he’s got – the physical stuff shouldn’t be too hard. Lets do it, Turonuman.”

Mavlor opened his mouth, but Turonuman simply walked behind his chair and once more he was being wheeled out of rooms. He was painfully aware of how very naked and powerless he was as the muscular draconian pushed him down the corridor, then to a chamber with a metal door and a stenciled word over it: GENIT-1. The doors opened with a soft hiss and Mavlor found that the room had a circular tank in the center of it, sunken into the floor like a pool. It was not a pool. It had a glittering green fluid inside of it, which sloshed and rippled as his chair was wheeled towards it. The wheels locked into a pre-built notch settled onto the floor, while Duranturastus clicked his tongue and trilled.

The green fluid rippled ... and a sleek muzzle emerged. A frilled head. Bright golden eyes. Green scales and glittering dragonflesh, with feminine brightness in her feathered crest, with a narrow neck that flared into sleek shoulders and lusciously full tits, tipped by bright orange nipples. Her coloration was green, orange, yellow, red, like something from the far south. Venomous. Dangerous. She had the slender build of a snake, and was able to stand up to her hips in the deep pool, looming up almost to Mavlor’s head. She grinned toothily down at him as her long, thick tail twitched behind her.

“Ooh, sumptuous,” she murmured.

“His mental structures are untouched,” Turonuman said.

“Mmm, that makes it more fun, though.” She sloshed forward in the liquid as Malvor yelped and jerked hard on his restraints. She put a damp palm upon his cheek – and he had no choice but to look down at her full breasts. They were large and lightly scaled, and the green fluid she had been resting in rivuleted along her dusky green scales, accenting them. One droplet beaded on her orange nipple, and fell onto his thigh. His cock was hardening despite himself, and as he gulped, she leaned forward and whispered softly. “Shhh, pretty thing. I’m going to fix you up...” Her long, long finger caressed the underside of his cock. Her touch was like fire. His member surged to achingly hard, thrusting up and trembling.

Her touch...

She was slippery with it. Her palm caressed his cheek, leaving a smear that left Mavlor’s brain buzzing and his mouth feeling numb. “H- ... How ... how?” He whispered, while she leaned in. Her forked tongue flicked along his muscular belly, then she slid down so most of her body once more was floating in the pool. This meant her muzzle was pressed against his balls and the feathery touch of her forked tongue was able to lather over his balls, teasing them. Caressing them. Loving them. Mavlor panted, his cock twitching up as he felt so close to cumming it was impossible. His eyes half closed. “W-What’s ... what’s happening?”

“Shh,” She whispered. Her mouth opened, and his balls vanished into her muzzle. She sucked on him. Tugged gently.

Drew back.

Mavlor blinked.

His balls were gone. She didn’t swallow, and there was no spurt of blood. There was no sign of bodily trauma at all. His balls were simply gone. Her bright yellow eyes gleamed and she grinned toothily. “You don’t need those anymore, my pretty.” Her tongue sloooowly started to caress up and up and up his dock, teasing his foreskin. “Do you even use this? Why bother...” She whispered against him. “There are dragons out there, fucking girls with bigger and better cocks than you’ll ever have.” She kissed his tip. “Want me to take it away?”

“N-No...” Mavlor wheezed out, managing to get it out through the painful arousal burning through him.

“Mmmm, too bad!” She giggled. Her tongue coiled around his tip, guiding his cock into her mouth, along her tongue. Mavlor felt his cock press agianst the roof of her mouth, guiding down almost to her throat as her muzzle-tip bumped against his hips. Mavlor felt a clench deep in his body – not in his balls. His brain fuzzed and filled with a white light and he let out a whine deep in his throat. He was trying to cum ... but he couldn’t. He couldn’t and the pleasure simply built and built and built. Then the dragon drew back, licking her muzzle with a satisfied smirk.

His cock was gone too. Mavlor was unmanned. As completely as one could be. He blinked down at his crotch, his haze of lust warring with shock and horror. He looked up from his crotch to the dragon woman, who smirked at him.

“Not quite,” she whispered. She leaned forward and her forked tongue pressed to the base of his taint. She licked upwards and Mavlor gasped and shuddered – pleasure burning through his body as his flesh parted and opened. Flowerlike, something new appeared between his legs and he squirmed as she leaned in and kissed the very tippy top of the arc transcribed by her tongue. Something hard glittered there and Mavlor bit his lower lip hard to keep from mewling like a kitten. When the dragon drew back, Mavlor blinked down and saw something ... rather familiar.

He had eaten his fair share.

He had a...

A pussy.

He had a cunt.

A sleek, feminine petal, sopping wet and puffy with arousal. His thighs tried to snap close together, but two muscular, male hands reached down from behind. A thick cock bumped against his back through the hole in the chair as Turonuman held him in place. His grin was audible on his voice as he crooned quietly. “See, she barely resisted.”

“I think there can be some more additions...” the dragoness murmured, eyeing Mavlor’s pussy.

“Leave her baseline for now,” Turonuman said. “Finish her up.”

“N-No, don’t, don’t, I-” Mavlor whimpered through his confused lust and pleasure and fear. The dragoness leaned forward and kissed one of his nipples. Her tongue swirled and flicked, then she pulled back and as she drew back, she kept her teeth on his nipple. Mavlor clenched his teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure as a soft, full tit grew with her tugging. She released him and, before his lopsided look could sear into his brain, she leaned in and then took hold of his other nipple. Another quick tug and Mavlor was left trembling and glittering with sweat, his thighs spread, his cunt dropping, his tits heaving.

She hadn’t given him huge tits – modest, by all measurements. But they were impossible to ignore. Mavlor gasped, shaking his head as the dragonness rubbed her chin. “His features were feminine enough, but I think I can tweak them.” She grabbed onto his chin with her fingers, then sloshed up and out of the pool. The curves and sleekness of her body mashed against Mavlor’s. Her scales rasped against his newly sensitive skin, his achingly hard nipples. The touch drove a blazing fire between Mavlor’s thighs and he moaned softly into her mouth as the dragoness leaned in and kissed and kissed and kissed him. Her tongue reached deep into his throat and her hands caressed his hair. Mavlor felt the locks of his hair growing out, spreading, coursing through her fingers like water. He felt an ache in his jaw, a tingling as his teeth shifted ever so slightly.

Then...

She drew back, panting softly. “Mmm, I am an artist.”

“Quite so, quite so!” Turonuman said, his voice rich and amused. He grabbed onto the chair and swung Mavlor around – to show that the walls of the room had a mirror mounted on it, so that even if he had wanted to look up and away from his changed body, there was no way that he could. In the long mirror, Mavlor looked out – and a beautiful elfin woman looked back out. Her skin was milk pale and her breasts were modest handfulls, just waiting to be cupped and squeezed and tugged on. His ears were poking from a tumble of raven black hair framing a sleek, heart shaped face, with kissable lips – not pouty, but thicker than he had before. Even his belly muscles were subtly different, adding to his feminine sleekness. His hairless cunt had a bright bead of a clit waiting to be kissed and sucked. He whimpered, shaking his head.

“Oh Wyrm!” he moaned.

“Don’t worry,” Turonuman said, caressing his hair gently. “We’ll handle the mind next.”

Mavlor closed his eyes. He tried to cling to outrage and to fear. It was there, yes. But ... muted. His body felt so sensitive and tingling. The change had come with more than just feminizations – he felt a dozen tiny aches and pains he had had before washed away. In the mirror, his skinny little belly and visible ribs had been brushed away with a lick and nuzzle and a kiss. The pockmark scars from the time where he had been caught in some acidic downpour on a particularly bad stormday? All gone. He felt like he was a few years younger and five income brackets healthier.

And he was a woman.

In a room with three dragons.

“T-They said I wouldn’t forget!” Mavlor whimpered, opening his eye to a slit as the chair was swung around and Turonuman and Duranturastus pushed him from the room – the dragonness who had femnized him waving cheerfully after.

“You won’t,” Duranturastus said as he led the party back to the PREP room. The door opened and the sterility of it struck Mavlor with creeping dread. He gulped and looked left and right as the two draconians moved to either side of him.

Their cocks.

They were getting harder. And harder. And harder.

“Which do you want to have adjusted first, being a girl, or being straight?” Duranturastus asked, while Turonuman reached down and started to stroke his own bright golden dick. He sighed softly as he did so, his eyes glittering warmly as they slid along Mavlor’s body. Mavlor’s cheeks heated and he felt a confused flutter in his belly at the way the draconian was looking at him. Noticing the way that he flushed, Duranturastus grinned.

“I think maybe you were ‘straight’,’ he said, raising one hand to indicate the air quotes, his other hand on his dick. The two draconians were keeping themselves eager. Mavlor’s brain whirled in fear – he knew precisely where those would go and the idea made him want to scream. Whimper. Maybe beg a little. The only problem was a tiny part of him wasn’t sure which way he was going to beg. He gulped, hard, then stammered.

“W-Will that mess it up?” he whispered, hope flaring.

“Nah,” Turonuman said.

Mavlor closed his eyes. “F-Fine.” He whispered. “G-Girl, then straight.”

“Good choice,” Turonuman said, sounding amused. “Get that dysphoria out of the way in a hurry.”

He gestured to Duranturastus. The red and black scaled draconian stepped over and Mavlor braced, closing his eyes tightly as he waited for the dick to press to his newly forged cunt. He felt the draconian’s hand take hold of his luxurious black hair, squeeze tightly, and then felt the thick cock grinding against his lips from the side. The length of it was impossible, even with his eyes closed. The warmth was shocking. His nose flared in and his eyes opened to slits – blurry red filling his vision like a horizon. He shivered and gulped. Maybe this ... wouldn’t be so bad. His nose flared again, drawing in the spicy, coffee scent of a dragon’s dick.

“There we go,” Duranturastus said, his voice gentle. “It’s easier if you accept it. Breathe it in. Breathe it in.”

Mavlor’s head was spinning. Maybe ... it’ll be okay if I just ... kissed it a little? He thought, hesitantly. He wasn’t sure if the programming had already started, or if maybe dragons made everyone bisexual, or if he had just been closeted and didn’t even know it. He just knew he was ... curious. Very curious. He kissed the thick cock teasing his lips, and tasted the salty tingle of his slickness. His moan was soft and oh so sweet. He hadn’t even noticed how girly his voice sounded now – his skull picked up the resonance of his voice, so he was sure he didn’t ... he couldn’t sound that girly, right? He blushed as Duranturastus drew his big fat red dragon dick back. Mavlor bit his lip to keep from mewling aloud in desperation. He had some self-

The tip of Duranturastus’ dick pressed to his ear. The thick head teased the gentle curl and arch of his ear, and a warm droplet of pre-cum dripped into his ear canal. Mavlor’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth. “W-Whoa, wait a s-chunnnnghh!” He grunted, low, and hard, as the draconian gripped his hair tightly and pushed. Impossibly, his ear accepted the cock as if he had been made to serve as nothing but a sleeve for dragon cock. There was resistance for a moment, then a lewd, loud pop as a barrier he hadn’t even known could be broken was broken and he felt the thought in his brain squishing as the tip of Duranturastus’ cock pressed into his brain. “G ... Guh...” He gurgled.

“I love this part,” the red and black scaled draconian said, allowing his cock to simply rest inside of Mavlor’s brain. Mavlor blinked slowly, his mouth opening and closing. Opening. Closing. He could see himself in a mirror – he looked so fucking stupid. His eyes were drooping, his lips stupid, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. But the thing he couldn’t stop being stunned by?

There were three inches of dragon dick in him.

There was...

There was...

There was so much cock left. He whimpered, his thighs pressing together hard as he almost came right then and there.

The red and black scaled draconian chuckled. “Mmm, she’s barely resisting this to. Great Wyrm, I think either she fuckin’ wants it bad, or she’s really one of those zero percenters for real.”

“They’re all zero percenters,” the other draconian said. For some reason, Mavlor was ... having a hard time remembering ... names right now. Instead, his thoughts were all: Cock. Cock. Cock. Oh Wyrm, cock. His eyes half closed, while the red and black scaled draconian gripped his head more firmly, then wriggled his hips. He drew back, then thrust in again, still remaining shallow. The sensation of the cock stirring around inside of his brains made Mavlor whimper and drool slightly. His hips bucked and he tried ... tried to ... to...

“St ... Sthu ... stho ... sthop!”

“Mmm, fuck, I love it when they squirm.” The red and black scaled draconian grinned and then drew back to barely be inside of Mavlor – his cocktip throbbing against Mavlor’s inner ear. Then he pushed five inches in. The squelching noise made Mavlor’s whole face screw up. They whimpered and gasped, and to their shame ... squirted. A thin line of pale elfin girlcum gushed up from their bare cunt, arced into the air, then splashed onto the floor. The red and black draconian laughed, his hand shifting so his scaled fingers was holding Mavlor by the face – fingers hooking on their upper jaw as Mavlor drooled helplessly. “You owe me a mana beer!”

“You’re right, she did squirt on the second thrust,” the other voice rumbled in amusement. “Fuck is that ear as tight as it looks?”

“You know elves man...” The other voice purred. Mavlor whimpered as the cock drew out, then thrust in. Their nose flared and they made an incoherent noise, deep in their throat. “Every hole on these things are fuckable, if you’re good enough.” The cock drew back, then squished deeper in, the balls the heavy draconian slapping roughly against their cheek. Mavlor’s mouth hung open and they whimpered quietly around the fingers muffling their noises. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I think-”

Drew back. The sensation of the tip dragging against their innermost thoughts burned inside of Mavlor. Their eyes started to roll back into their skull. It was hard to remember to breathe. There was nothing but cock. Glorious, perfect dragon cock. How had they ever survived with-

The draconian thrust. Hard. The cock drove and drove and ... and...

And popped out of her other ear. Mavlor gurgled happily, a quiet, sweet, syrupy noise as the draconian held her in place. His cock had completely emerged from the other side of her. Her whole head was impaled. It felt ... glorious.

The hand holding her head in place let go. She was now ... suspended above her chair by the cock buried inside of her brain. When his hips shifted, her head shifted with the waggle of his dick. She whimpered, and managed to slurr out: “Ha ... hank ... hank ... houu...” She giggled, quietly.

“Mm, I wish we could leave em this fuckin stupid sometimes,” the voice above her rumbled.

“No you don’t, Duran.” The other voice sounded amused. “You get bored of anyone who can’t give a good conversation. Remember when you took out that half-dragon guy? Who wouldn’t stop talking about new crystal plays and never had an original thought in his head?”

The voice above her sounded annoyed. “He was fun while he shut up.”

The cock inside of her brain shifted, then squirmed, and then drew back. Mavlor whimpered and then gasped as the cock plunged back in again, lewdly. Balls slapped against her chin and she rocked as she was head-fucked with casual eagerness. The voice above her grunted rythmically as he used her head like a toy, thrusting faster and faster, panting as he did so. Warm pre-cum dripped down both cheeks as his dick almost pulled out of her head, then thrust all the way through and dripped down her other cheek. She gurgled.

“You know, her aura shows she’s a girl, right? You can stop. They don’t pay us to have fun.”

“They don’t not pay us to have fun, ya know?” The voice of her skullfucker growled with a passionate focus. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck your hot little elf head, fuck you fucking stupid!” He snarled, sounding closer and closer. Mavlor tried to bob her head in time with his thrust, then mewled incoherently as the voice that was plunging his dick into her brain again and again grabbed onto her hair and yanked up, keeping her in place as he snarled, then thrust half in and stopped. A warm flood of pressure exploded inside of Mavlor’s brain as she squirmed and giggled, quietly. Warm cum dripped around her eyes, sliding down her tear-ducts, smearing along her cheeks. Warm cum surged from her left ear, yes. But it also poured from her right, splashing around the thick dragon cock filling her. Her mouth opened and she let her tongue lol out in pure bliss as more cum dripped from her nose.

“Fuck ... fuck ... fuck...” The dragon that had fucked her brains into a new shape drew slowly out of her. His cock softened, glistening with his thick white cum. Mavlor blinked, slowly, and saw her own face: Messy with spunk, like the world’s lewdest makeup. She giggled and smiled at herself. She was so ... so pretty...

“Think she can take another?” the other voice rumbled.

“Lets see, her aura is pretty blasted.” Her fucker said, chuckling quietly as he caressed her head. “You want more dragon dick bad, don’t ya?”

Mavlor nodded, wobbily. “Yuh! Yuh!”

“All right, lets get her to R&R, we’ll finish this up in, say, two hours?”

“If you’re buying lunch.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black scaled palm rubbing along a muscular belly.

The voice that had not been attached to the cock that had obliterated Mavlor’s old gender identity chuckled, and then took hold of the chair that she was strapped too. Her head lolled forward as the pleasure faded and in its place was a deep, deep exhaustion. Her ear ached slightly for some silly reason. Her nose whuffed and blew a tiny bubble of spunk before she drew a breath through her mouth and blew it out through her nose. Then she breathed clearly. When she lifted her head again, she was taken to a spartan but comfortable looking room.

There were two pretty elf girls there, wearing sleek and revealing nurse outfits.

Mavlor mewled like a kitten as they picked her up. They wiped her face, her cheeks, her breasts. The cloths they used were enchanted to leave Mavlor dry and gleaming, as if she had been scrubbed in a shower and toweled off. The magic buzzed against her skin and left her squirming even more weakly. Then the two elf girls tucked her into bed, gave her a thick stuffed dragon, and turned off the light. Mavlor closed her eyes.

She opened her eyes again and felt more rested than she had in her entire life. She yawned...

Then jerked upright.

She was in the same spartan room, still clinging to the stuffed dragon toy she had been given. She was still naked, and she felt ... she felt ... she felt...

Good? There was this deep sense of satisfaction as she looked down at her slender body. She marveled at her cute little tits. She was awed by the dainty perfection of her sex. She was overjoyed when she craned her head and caught a glimpse of her apple-taut buttocks. She bit her lip and eyed at her cheek in profile using the silvery surface of the walls to see herself. Her cheeks were femininely curved, and ... yes, her even her ears had girly tips. She blushed hard as she put her hand over one ear, her other arm holding the stuffed dragon to her chest.

She scowled, then.

“I am a man,” she said, glaring at her reflection.

Nope. Not even slgihtly. Her voice was a girly cute girl’s voice and it felt great.

She had memories of being a man. She had memories, sure. But it was like the difference between being able to remember light and being exposed to the blinding flash of a scorching ray straight to the face. She tried to use the male pronoun on herself. “He ... him...” She shivered. It felt like grinding sandpaper against her brain. She was a girl. That was just the whole and end of it. She slumped back into the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

This...

Didn’t...

This didn’t make any fucking sense. Dragons could snap their fingers and have gorgeous women falling out of every pore of the city. Hell, they could snap their fingers and have pretty elf girls who were eager to get skull fucked. They had all the power and all the money. So, why waste this much effort and energy on her skinny ass? Why? It had to have something to do with the fact she was a zero percenter on the implant rejection scale – but why? They hadn’t implanted a single-

The door opened and the nurses – which she now recognized as the same nurses from the beginning of the night – walked in. They pushed in a tray with the oddest meal that she had ever seen: A thick grub that glowed brilliantly, and five cups of shimmering, bright blue dragon piss. They wheeled the tray to the side of the room, and the two nurses turned to face her. “Are you a girl?” one asked, firmly.

Mavlor blushed. “Fuck you,” she said.

“Are you a girl?” the other asked, holding up a cup. “Girls get drinkies.”

Mavlor was suddenly aware of a deep need in her. It wasn’t thirsty, exactly. She didn’t have parched lips, nor did she have a dry throat. But she needed something. She had never felt this need before. She gulped, then stammered. “Y-Yes. I’m a girl.”

Hey. It wasn’t like she had anything to lose by lying at this point. And ... and...

Wyrm above, it felt gross to call herself a man. It was as revulsive as if someone had called her an insect. It wasn’t that she hated men or anything – no, it was fine that men were men. She just. Wasn’t. A man. Anymore. The thoughts bit off, one after the other, in her brain as the first nuse held the glass out to her. She took it and drank, fiercely and quickly. Her throat worked and her body buzzed as she felt the need inside her lessen.

“You’re painfully low on mana,” the nurse explained. “The transforamtion takes a toll on both sides.”

Mavlor took the next drink and drank it off. The next two were a bit harder. The last one, she shook her head, but the nurse said, gently. “Drink, drink.” She sighed, then started to take it one sip at a time, her eyes half closed.

“What are they doing to me?” She whispered, her voice soft.

The nuses were silent.

Mavlor looked down at the cup. “Mavlor isn’t a girl’s name, you know?” she asked.

The nurses cocked their heads, in opposite direction.

“Well, of course,” one said.

“You didn’t think you’d be keeping your name, silly?”

Mavlor was quiet for a bit more, looking down at the last third of the cup that was left. She sighed, quietly. “W-Will I really get to live forever?” she asked, biting her lip and looking up at the two nuses. They both nodded, firmly. She closed her eyes, then sighed, then downed the rest of the drink. She shook her head, then turned to the grub. “What’s this?”

“A nutrigrub,” one of the nurses said, her voice gentle. “While cosmetically, your body has been repaired, that’s all surface. You have a serious calcium deficency, several low level pre-cancerous elements in your intestinal track, and lung scarring reducing your stamina by 14%.” As she spoke, her partner picked the grub up and held it out to Mavlor. “Once you take it into your stomach, it will release the required repairative nutrients over the next few months before dying. Be sure to eat a lot of calcium and iron pills. Also, when it dies, you will need to pass it, and that can be...” She paused as Mavlor took the grub and dangled it between her two fingers. It pulsed with a sickly yellow light.

She made a face. “How does it taste?”

“It will slide down your throat before you can taste much,” the nurse said, which did not help in the slightest. Mavlor drew a sharp breath, then opened her mouth and dropped the fat grub in. She tensed and almost vomited as it writhed, wriggled, and slurped down her throat. At the very least, it had not been hard at any points, instead slithering past her throat without tripping her gag reflex too badly. She coughed and wheezed, then sighed quietly. The nurse to the left of her held out a small paper cup, with several pills in it. She rattled it.

“Calcium and iron pills!”

Mavlor took the cup and dryswallowed the pills.

One nice thing about the grub?

It made the pills seem like no big deal.

When Mavlor settled onto the wheelchair, she felt a bit more at ease as she was wheeled back to the prep room. Turonuman was the only draconian there, reading off a crystal tablet, with a sarong wrapped around his muscular blue hips. He turned as the wheelchair entered and locked into place, then gave her a warm smile. “Good afternoon – you needed more sleep than we expected. I wasn’t aware just how much malnutrition you were dealing with. It’s been nine hours.”

Mavlor nodded, not sure she trusted her own voice.

“Now, are you ready to be made enthusastically bisexual?” Turonuman asked, setting his tablet aside, then swinging his sarong wide. The sight of his bright golden cock made Mavlor gulp hard. She squirmed in her seat, and whispered.

“I- ... I think I ... I already am,” she stammered.

Turonuman blinked at her. Then he gave her a toothy grin. “Well, then, I suppose we can skip the second reprogramming then.”

“R-Really?” Mavlor asked.