"I think our new guest is overdressed for this party," said Verra, "Help her out boys?" At her words the tentacles that had restrained Aiden now reached for Melanie. She tried to run but was quickly caught. The tentacles tore her clothes from her body, and to her shame her hidden desire for this was revealed to all as her perky nipples and wet womanhood were put on display. Verra chuckled. "My what wonderful sluts I've found in both of you. I'm going to tease all of your lusts out and break all of your inhibitions until you're begging to be changed over and over into whatever pleases our readers...and me. Well now, I wonder what our readers would like me to do to you first?"
Verra's eyes scanned their invisible audience again, reading their minds. "Hmm, seems we have a few furries, a few vore and size change fetishists, and a surprising number of people into even stranger things, but I guess that's cyoc for you. Seems the chair thing was popular so...ah! I've got it. First, dear Aiden will be getting his dick back, at least for as long as it serves my purposes." First she detached his balls from his dick and casually tossed them aside. "Those would only get in the way." she explained, though voiceless Aiden helplessly winced as he felt the pain of his balls landing on the floor. Then she stood, and reached back down to the seat of the Aiden-chair, and attached his dick to the seat. Now he was a ridiculous but lewd site, a chair that no one could properly sit in without taking a throbbing erect cock inside of them.
"Care to sit, dear?" She asked Melanie. Melanie was afraid, but she was also helpless to resist as the tentacles carried her to Aiden-chair and mercilessly deposited her on the seat. She felt the cock penetrate her and gasped. She should be humiliated, terrified, but why was she so aroused?
"An excellent question." said Verra, reading her thoughts as she had Aiden's. "I wonder if you're aroused at the thought that your dear husband has returned to his computer and discovered what has happened to you, and is watching you be ravished. I wonder if it makes you all the hornier for him to see me showing his innocent and proper little wife what a slut she is deep down? And I think everyone can see from the way you're struggling not to moan that you ARE a slut. Your resistance to this truth is cute, but I'll break you of it in time, my pet. "
Melanie tried not to think about the throbbing dick inside of her, but she also wondered if escape was hopeless, began to consider with both terror and desire that her future as Verra's plaything might be inevitable, but then she realized: her husband! If he was watching, he could write a story! He could save her!
Verra laughed. "Oh, he could dear, he could. But will he, or will he just Choose Your Change? You think you know your husband well enough to believe that he will save you, but you didn't even know he was into this sort of thing. Is he writing your rescue as we speak, or is he masturbating furiously as he plans to turn you into some unimaginable lewd creation?"
Shock and doubt was clear on Melanie's face. "No!" She protested. "He'll save me! He...he has to! He wouldn't..."
Verra laughed again. "We'll see, dear, but I think I have a deal for him. If you're reading hubby dear, and I know you are, know that should you write a chapter that I'll be bringing you in. If you free her, then so be it, but you'll take her place. If you change her, then I'll let you write a few more chapters for fun until your turn starts, and then I'll make sure you spend eternity together being changed over and over as I send you into deeper and deeper lust. Doesn't that sound lovely?"