What next? (Patreon)

I was still in shock over what had just happened. What did I look like? If the arms were any indication I had totally transformed. It certainly felt like it. It would be so easy to turn around and look at my reflection, but my body didn’t follow my wishes. ‘Just sit there and suck it dry’ he had said. I could do nothing but. The liquid was tepid and didn’t taste of much. Waffle batter perhaps. Thick and slightly salty. Occasionally one of the jelly-bits would get stuck in the straw and make me suck really hard. I was somehow getting thirstier the more I drank. He was filming all of it. Filming and smiling. Why is he doing this to me?