“Fuck no!”

Drew’s heart raced as she pictured the look on her crew’s faces if they saw her like this. The very thought of their interest and probable amusement was almost too much to bear. Would they find her cute and sexy? Would they want to fuck her?! They were male sluts, one and all, and she doubted their respect for her former position as their boss would stop them from trying to screw her… and if they screwed her she didn’t want them to know who she was.

“Um, no. Just tell them I’m a new girl…” she pleaded. Kelly considered. She had to stop this before it went any further, but she was very much Kelly’s pawn and the pill had turned her body against her. The powerlessness she felt in this tiny female body was intimidating but it seemed to somehow heighten her constant arousal. She really didn’t like that. And her dislike translated to more sexual excitement.

What would her crew do? They’d fuck her, she had no doubt. That didn’t seem as terrible as it should. Damnit.

Her clit felt overly sensitive, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment - due to her unwanted thoughts about her crews reaction to her new form. She’d seen the three of them gang bang Candy along with all the other girls that worked here. She organised such encounters for them as part of the initiation of a new employee into working at Pussy Galore - all the new girls were royally fucked by her crew. Her crew had come to expect it and Dredd enjoyed indulging his lieutenants - she had felt almost king like when she had let them have their way with her harem of sluts. But now she was one of those sluts!

Dredd recalled them screwing each girl with a new and immediate interest. They’d be spit roasted or double fucked. It was a good way to see how far a new bitch would go… The memory of their big black cocks was suddenly all she could think about, and she found herself craving them in a way she never thought she would. It was as if she was becoming the very thing she had used and discarded countless times.

And after her initiation the whores and strippers who had once feared and obeyed Dredd would forever see her as one of them, a breeding slut to be used and abused for their amusement. Being so small and weak they would likely tease and torment her - she had never been particularly kind to the girls that worked here and she did not expect that they would. Even if she regained her masculinity the damage would be done. But whilst she was a woman they would whisper about her behind her back, maybe even take bets on who could make her cum first. The thought of being treated like a piece of meat, like the disposable fuckdolls she had once been so dismissive of, was a bitter pill to swallow. Yet she found that the idea was not entirely unappealing. The breeding urges grew stronger, and she could feel her mind bending to the will of her new hormones.

“Why should I, give me a good reason…?” Kelly said.

“Um, to keep Pussy Galore running and your payments coming in.” Dredd suggested.

Kelly thought about it. “Hmmm, yeah, I think I want more than a tiny cut. I’m thinking about being a silent majority partner. Who will run things? You can’t. We need a semi-permanent manager. And sorry, your crew are not the type to run a place like this.”

“Um… Candy? She pretty much runs the place already. She looks after all the ordering and payments and stuff,” Dredd admitted.

“Your crew won’t fall in line behind Candy…” Kelly observed.

“Well, maybe an extra clone pill. Luke has those. You just need some of my original DNA right? She could be me for a while?” Dredd suggested.

“I like it…” Kelly said as he took out Luke’s bag of pills. “Let’s go and speak to Candy about her new position. Come on,” Kelly said.

“Yeah, but um… I’m naked?” Dredd said in a small voice. She already knew that Kelly would not care.

“I said follow me, slut,” Kelly said. “You too Rogers,” he said absently to Jackie.

As Dredd followed Kelly out into the VIP bar she felt intimidated by how small she was - and being naked intimidated her even more. Kelly spotted Candy giving a lap dance to a man in a business suit.

“Excuse me sir. I need to talk to Candy here. I apologise for the inconvenience. Here, take Jackie here. By way of apology you can use her however to see fit in that private booth over there,” he passed Jackie’s leash to the business man. The man seemed happy by the upgrade from lap dance to fuck. Candy was surprised and looked at Dredd, not recognising the small black lady.

Dredd realised that if Kelly would let a stranger fuck his former cop colleague turned bimbo slut just to talk to Candy then Kelly was probably not going to be overly merciful to her. Why was her pussy getting wet at the thought? And why did she feel envious of Jackie who was clearly about to be fucked by the business man?!

“Lets’s go into Dredd’s office,” Kelly said and Candy nodded as she keyed in the door code and they entered. “Candy. This is Dredd…”

Candy stared. She was one of the most popular of the club's strippers. Candy was a stunning blonde bombshell with curves that could make a saint sin. She looked at Dredd, then at Kelly, her eyes widening in surprise. "What the fuck is going on here?" she demanded, her voice filled with the authority that came from being the queen of the club.

Kelly smirked, enjoying the moment. "Dredd had an... accident," he said, gesturing to Dredd's tiny and ultra feminine form. "She's going to be with you for an indeterminate period like this."

Candy's gaze went from Kelly's amused expression to the shamefully trembling, newly transformed Dredd. She took in the new breasts, the widened hips, and the panic in Drew's eyes. "That’s Dredd?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Oh this is so good… she’s a slut, isnt she. This is perfect! Is she submissive?”

"The best part is, she's on a breeder," Kelly said, watching Dredd squirm with the knowledge that Candy could see her in such a **** state. "And as for submissive, well, that's part of the breeder baggage I think…"

Candy’s amusement grew into a full-blown grin. She walked closer to the tiny little Dredd, eyeing her with a mix of disbelief and excitement. Candy was half a foot taller than Dredd’s petite five foot nothing. "Dredd, how the mighty have fallen," she said, reaching out to squeeze one of Drew’s new breasts, watching her face contort in shock. "But this... this is a whole new level." She turned to Kelly, her eyes gleaming. "You know, I've always wanted to see the boss get taken down a peg or two."

“Please Candy… Don’t…” a conflicted Drew pled.

Candy’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she felt the firmness of Drew’s new breasts, her thumb toying with the sensitive nipple. Drew flinched at the unexpected touch, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure. It was a stark contrast to the fear and anger that had been her only companions since the pill took effect. “Oh, darling, you’re going to fit right in,” Candy purred, her voice a siren’s call to Drew’s new instincts. “And I can’t wait to see you in action.” Her hand edged to Dredd’s new sex.

Drew’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she felt Candy’s hand cup her mound, her clit pulsing with a need she had never experienced before. The room felt hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and fear. She looked up at Candy, her eyes a mix of anger and desperation. “Please, don’t,” she begged, but her voice was breathy and wanton, belying her true feelings.

“Don’t what?” Candy’s smirk grew wider as she watched the newly transformed Dredd squirm under her touch. She knew that Dredd’s new body was demanding cock, demanding to be filled, demanding to be used like the sluts she had once overseen with such cruel disdain. She was going to enjoy every moment of Dredd’s downfall.

“Don’t do this to me, Candy,” Drew whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal as Candy’s hand began to explore the folds of her new pussy. She widened her stance. Needing it, wanting it, despite herself. “Don’t… stop…”

“Dredd, you need to call me mistress…” Candy told her.

Candy’s touch was like a brand, searing through Dredd’s sexy new body. The breeding urges were almost too much to handle, and she found herself leaning into it, **** for more. Candy’s fingers played with her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her as she struggled to maintain her dignity. But it was no use. The pill had changed her, and she was now a creature of pure desire, a breeder slut waiting to be claimed.

As Candy’s exploration grew bolder, Dredd could feel herself slipping away, her former identity as Dredd fading into the background. The new Drew was all that remained, a tiny, **** creature at the mercy of her own desires. She moaned softly as Candy’s thumb circled her clit, her hips moving involuntarily in response. The pleasure was intense, a stark contrast to the fear and anger she had felt only moments before.

“Look at you, begging for it like a good little slut,” Candy said, her voice full of dominance and delight. Drew’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as she stared up at the woman who was now her mistress. She had never been in this position before, never been the one to crave and need so desperately. “Who am I?” Candy asked, her eyes narrowing in challenge.

“Mistress,” Drew managed to **** out, her voice barely more than a whisper. The word felt strange on her lips, but it also felt... right. As if she had been born to serve, to be used. Her pussy clenched around nothing, the emptiness inside her demanding to be filled.

Candy’s eyes lit up at the sound, her smile growing even more predatory. She leaned in, her breath hot against Drew’s ear. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re going to be my little pet, aren’t you?”

Drew’s eyes snapped to Candy’s, a flicker of anger in them, but it was quickly doused by the overwhelming need to be touched, to be filled. She nodded, the fight in her gone. “Yes, mistress,” she whispered, the words feeling like a brand on her soul.

“Good girl,” Candy said again, her hand still toying with Drew’s clit.

“Dredd suggested that you use a clone pill to become the male Dredd… you run the place. I’ll be a silent majority partner. Sixty percent. What do you say?” Kelly askded. Producing a blue extra clone pill.

“Well this is sudden…”