Louise rapped her arms around you.
“Essentially what we want you to do is... umm... welll...” she started to blush clearly embarrassed. Michelle rolled her eyes and continued on her lover’s behalf.
“We want to reduce your age to that of a zygote, combine some of your dna with ours.” Michelle smiled “The in nine months time pop you out again and bada bing, your our own little daughter!”
“Or son.” Louise added.
Michelle sighed “Or son.... I should also mention you’ll still have your memories and personality just in your new body. How bout it?”
You were about to say no when suddenly Michelle cut you off.
“I should also mention both of us are like. SUPER rich.”
That got you to shut up. ‘How rich are we talking exactly?’ You ask.
Louise rocked back a bit. “We have three mansions, one of which on a private island. All female maid and work staff that lives with us. One mansion has an Olympic sized swimming pool. The main room we have set aside for you will have its own walk in closet with all the clothes you could ever want and a bathroom with jacuzzi bath. And a few more things I’ll only tell you about if you agree.” Louise said with a smirk.
Your jaw dropped. You would have to agree to their terms, you’d be an idiot not to.
‘Deal.’ You said without hesitation. Louise and Michelle then both rapped their arms around you and each other crushing your head between their ample breasts. Breasts you would probably inherit if you became their daughter. Along with all that money.
‘Just one questions.’ You ask from inside the boob sandwich. ‘Who exactly is going to birth me?...”