Paul sighed. They held all the cards. He was fucked. Part of his mind told him they had to be lying; everyone had free will, but the rest of him knew there was no point to fighting it.
"Fine," he said. "I'm in. Let's do it the fun way." The redhead smiled at him, walking over and kissing him on the cheek, letting her hand drift down to his crotch, rubbing the fabric of his khakis.
Paul gasped as an electric sensation rocketed through his body. The soft rustle of fur pushing through the pores on his arm could be heard, and Paul knew it was even thicker than before.
"See," the redhead said, "All of this goes SO much easier when you're in the mood, Paul." She slid her hand again to his crotch, unzipping his fly. His cock popped out eagerly, stiff and erect. She smiled at him, hovering her hand just out of reach of it. "Do you want me to touch it again, Paul?" she asked.
"Yes.." Paul said. This time, her hand encircled his cock, giving it a couple strokes. Paul gasped again, and this time a growl came out of his throat. His vision blurred for a moment, and he saw that his eyes were now a brilliant yellow. Fur rustled as it grew over his chest. His arms swelled with new muscle growth, and he found he could move them very slightly against the taut ropes.
"OH...someone's a quick learner, it would appear," the redhead said with a smile.