Candy becomes Dredd

“We just need a strand of Dredd’s hair to prime the blue clone pill with,” Kelly stated. “Male hair. I don’t think we want to use her breeder hair. That could fuck things royally with a blue clone pill.”

“Hah, yeah, a friend of one of the girls I know gave her boyfriend a clone pink pill that she’d accidentally primed with a hair from her prized miniature poodle bitch. Guy actually changed sex and species. Apparently it was only a twenty four hour pill… but… heh… she got the bitchified boyfriend and the actual poodle bitch confused somehow and, cut a long story short, the poor boyfriend ended up getting fucked by the stud she’d hired. Poor little bitch got bred proper and had to carry the litter of puppies to term. There was nothing much left of the poor guys mind when he returned back two months latter. Poor guy had puppies, literally and figuratively. What do they say. Shrink the bitch, shrink its brain,” Candy segued. She paused as Kelly stared at her. “Actually the friend of a friend was not convinced there was an accident or any confusion with the breeder. Her boyfriend cheated on her, or so my friend said,” Candy said. “I’m sure you’ll be able to relate to the breeding part pretty soon Dredd. We’d best not let my friend’s friend know who you are or that fate may befall you!”

Dredd blanched at the idea but was fairly certain that Candy’s friend of a friend story was an urban legend. Like almost certain. The malicious glint in Candy’s didn’t ease her concern a bit though.

Kelly’s eyebrow raised. “Dredd’s hair?”

“Yeah. Right. I’ll check the bathroom …” Candy said, ducking into Dredd’s bathroom. She returned a moment later with a black hair follicle. “Will this curly fucker do? Dredd’s pretty meticulous about his private bathroom… it’s from his hair bush. Pretty sure it’s his.”

“Let’s hope,” Kelly pulled on rubber gloves that came with the clone blue pill. Talk hung in the air in a hazy cloud.

Dredd eyed the gloves and her thoughts went down avenues of sex and debauchery for a moment. She blushed and turned to Candy to see she was also putting on plastic gloves.,.

Candy smiled, seeing the cogs of Dredd’s horny breeder mind turning. “God I love you like this. We are going to have so much fun. You’re never going to get your old cock back between your legs,” she said slyly as she considered the implications of the pill. “Well, maybe you will, but just not how you’d hoped, cause it will be my cock then…”

Kelly passed Candy the blue clone pill primed with Dredd’s male DNA. She held the blue pill in gloved hands as Kelly explained terms. “So. Part of this deal is that Dredd, our little slut her, stays barefoot and pregnant forever. I want her popping out Irish sextuplets - out of the maternity ward and back on her back here at Pussy Galore. Make sure it’s her crew that screw her.” Kelly stipulated.

Candy started to change. Growing taller, breasts shrinking, muscles growing. She stepped out of her cat themed stripper outfit and looked down in amused appreciation as she watched her clit balloon and extend outwards on the shaft of a big fat thick black cock. She gripped her manhood in her larger, thick fingered hand. She nodded appreciatively at the sensations of her new manhood. “You know, you do look fuckable as hell now Dredd… but I might still like guys when I’m you. Would it be that bad if your crew thought you were gay? Do you think they’d get suspicious that a ladies man like you became a man’s man? Everyone knows you’ve laid more pipe than a plumber at Pussy Galore. It would be a tragedy- the girls will so miss your manhood.” Heclaughed as though that might not be true. “I think I’ll have to let the girls know who you are. They will be so excited to see you like this. All small and sexually **** and disparate. But what about your crew… I heard Leroy is bi… you know I might just tap that ass… or maybe he’ll tap yours. I’d like to join you but… well if you’re gonna be bred I think it might be a little genetically incorrect for your DNA to be both the mothers and the fathers, if you know what I mean. You don’t want to buy a banjo for your kid… It would be selfcest I suppose, a fancy form of masturbation maybe. Nah. If I shag you it will be with a rubber. But it’s not like we are related. Crazy shit huh?”