Forced Control Something's Changed: A Transformation Story chapter 6 by deleted_user

You froze, panting, nipples stiff in your palms. “No. No, no, stop.” You yanked your shirt down, pulled your waistband back into place.

The heat still pulsed through you, insistent, but you clenched your fists and forced yourself to breathe.

“This is a lab, not a porn set,” you muttered. “Get it together.”

One splash of cold water across your face, and you looked at your reflection again. Still impossibly feminine, still flushed with desire, but calmer now.

You straightened your shoulders. “Alright. Back to work.”

The urge didn’t vanish—it lingered in your thighs, your chest—but you shoved it down, burying yourself in professionalism as you returned to the lab.