You gave them an incredulous look. How could you help? The atmosphere in the room was getting worse and worse as the couple was clearly at the point they were going to make some manner of unconventional demands of you, and for all you knew, spring a terrible trap.
It had your fear boner at full mast, and it was humiliatingly, annoyingly obvious in how it was starting to tent your pants!
With Michelle's hands close-by, it wasn't something that went unnoticed. She cast a look down towards it, and her smile grew wider. "Ah, good! You're interested!" Michelle cooed, sending a shiver down your spine. "Look, if Louise is going to knock me up, she has to have a dick and some nice, virile balls of her own... and, even if *you* aren't super amazing when it comes to that, you're still definitely above average."
Before you could retort, her hand moved, grasping awkwardly at your stiff prick through your jeans. It was, in fact, statistically above average, but you never were particularly overconfident about it... and right now, even if you were, you want anything but to be endowed if it means these two women are going to have their way with you! "...But, more importantly, your body is super compatible with Louise's. Exactly what we need to give her a giant, productive dick with really productive balls!"
...What?
You're at a loss. It just doesn't make sense, still, even if you can tell it involves you donating your manhood to Louise.
The black-haired woman behind you has gone curiously quiet, and despite massaging you to put you at ease--and, presumably, to butter you up so you'll say yes to whatever--she was clearly nervous about this. Her movements were stiffer, less frequent, and her mind was obviously elsewhere.
"It's just what she said," Louise remarked, laying her hands on your head, now. It'd be comforting if it weren't for this situation! "I--" Michelle immediately gives Louise a look, and she restarts. "Okay, WE want you to become my cock. Balls, too--the whole works. Your mind will still be yours, and you'll still be able to talk to us at least, even if you'd just be my big, sexy cock!"
To reiterate: ...What?
It was so absurd, but the utterly candid presentation and the fact you were kidnapped in the first place made it seem... believable to you. You knew exactly where you were, and you figured that with the transfer clinic offering the transfer of size and attributes and even entire parts of people from one to another, it probably wasn't impossible for someone to fully give themselves up to someone else.
Michele noticed the confused, conflicted look, and giggled. She drew your attention right back in, not only leaning in further towards you, but actually kissing you, right on the lips. You recoiled! What else were you going to do...? She was attractive, sure, but you were scared not of just being an untimely father, but also in part for your life. These two were obviously crazy!
You couldn't actually pull away, though. Not when you'd have to get out of the chair to do that, and not when Louise had your head in her hands... and Michele was leaning on your lap with her hands. A quick movement made her stroke your dick again, and that pacified you in a moment's notice. Michelle laughed into the kiss, but she didn't stop... not the kissing, nor the dick-stroking.
"Do you like that, having Michele kiss you? You'll be getting a lot more of that if you become my dick... A lot more of that from me, too, you'll definitely be big enough." Even if Louise wasn't doing anything more than rubbing over you, you could tell she was as turned on at this as Michele was just from her voice. "You'll be the third member of our relationship, honestly... wouldn't that be nice?" Her hands slid down from your face to your chest, and you had to admit these two were really getting to you. Despite how you were accosted with.
When Michele finally broke away from her kiss and went back to standing in front of you, you gasped for air, face flushed. She had a single word to say: "So?"
It took a moment for the words to form in your mind, but they did appear. "B-but-- I have a life of my own! I have a job, friends, family, a girlfriend, I can't just give it all up to become..."
Louise finishes your sentence for you, interrupting. "...my big, fat, strong cock?"
You certainly were speechless after that, chewing your lower lip. No, you couldn't be actually considering it...