He... was being carried? he could feel multiple hands all over his body. On his shoulders, on his stomach, someone even rubbed the inside of his tights.he made an unwilling growl, only to be dropped. Hard. But something cushioned his fall around his upper body. He never was slim, he never was goodlooking. But he never was fat either. So where did those breasts come from?! He stopped for a moment, not moving, no twitching, not even breathing. Meanwhile his thoughts started to race. Was this one of these cases of transgenderpunishment? He had read of cases in the internet, never believed the stories. But then again... who could have such an grudge against him to do that?<br/><br/>He surely had better things to do than worrying about why he could see clearly, but somewhere in the back of his head, the question did echo, and he memorized it for later. What he did see, was a magnificent pair of breasts, if somewhat smaller than he'd have wished for. looking down on himself while being on all fours, he saw nothing of his usual belly, instead, he saw an amazingly flat stomach with just a slight hind of muscle, something of the shape hinting regular workout. To his great sorrow and relieve, his neather regions were blocked from his view by an almost obscene small loincloth, and while he was still fighting for the courage to push it aside, footsteps were attracting his attention.<br/><br/>It took a lot from him, to even acknowledge the fact, that this woman, that this drow was right in front of him. It took even more from him to not stare at her almost exposed breasts like an idiot. But the hardest was the the threat she uttered - the only thing he actively heard.<br/><br/>But then, everything made *click* and the world was right again. He was dreaming. Of course. In reality, he was most likely heavily injured, but safe and recovering in a hospital bed, and delirious. And well... If opportunity presented itself, why not jump at it? Obviously this was some kind of slave scenario. Was there such a side in him? Didn't matter, he should hurry to answer first and think later.<br/><br/>I...I don't know how i came into being, Mistress. B-but i'm eager to please! No need to waste a good slave, yes?