Final Choice

"...And you're back." Trey's deep resonant voice echoed in Charlie's mind and suddenly he was himself again.
Not his body, that was still the petite white girl Trey had made it. He could feel his cute tits swinging beneath him and his well rounded behind sticking out as he knelt between Trey's legs. His jaw ached as his friends enormous cock filled it. Had it always been that big or was it simply that Charlie was so much smaller now?

He groaned tasting something slick and salty on his tongue. That meant something he thought through the receeding fog of Trey's control. But what, what, he racked his mind wishing the wet ache between his  legs would just let him think. Cum, that was it, there there was some thing about cum. The salty taste wasn't that, he knew without knowing how he knew, not yet, but it soon would be and then...? And then the change would be permanent! 

He looked up into Trey's eyes and understanding blossomed inside him. This was his moment of decision. Trey could twist Charlie's mind and reshape his body but he couldn't make it stick without his consent. Charlie had to choose, stop now and return to his old life or allow Trey to finish in his mouth and accept this new role as an unthinking object of pleasure. 

Charlie hesitated for just a moment before she closed her eyes and began to suck...