Her

New sensations. New realizations alongside it. That stunt you pulled back there… there was no way it should’ve worked. This magic cock was more powerful than you had expected. But even before this fine officer had seen your dick, she didn’t seem to care that you were getting blown. Did that mean nobody would care, even if they could see you doing it? God, how would you even begin to test that? No way did you have the confidence to go into a public park and begin masturbating. What would you even test? Who else does it work on? Does it only work on women you find hot, or would guys also not care what you were doing? You weren’t eager to find out. If you were going to see this in action again, it would be by accident, same as now.

There was going to be a lot more weirdness in your life. It was nice to have a safety-net, no matter how flimsy it may be. Hell, it got you out of a speeding ticket. Even if that’s all it could do, that’s a few hundred you didn’t have to pay.

You looked at the question, imprinted on the car door you had been staring at when you came. What did you want out of this? You kind of wanted to see what another ‘her’ would do. You didn’t know this cop well enough to know her history, so if it didn’t change anything obvious you’d have no idea. Hell, like she said, you didn’t even know her name. But this was some serious firepower you were messing with. You wanted to at least test it, and who better to test on than someone you may never see again.

You selected ‘her’, and gravity reasserted itself. Your arms buckled, and you slammed on top of the officer. Her mouth now free, she let out a gargling scream of ecstasy as your cum filled her and her own orgasm roared into life. Pinned beneath your body, she twitched and moaned for a few more seconds. When she’d switched to ragged, heavy breathing, you decided now was a good time to talk.

“So, uh, what’s your name?”

“O- Oohh god, Officer Kunisada,” she groaned, “god you didn’t even use a condom did you?”

“Sorry, I don’t keep one on me.” You grimaced, before your jaw went slack at the realization.

As if sensing what you were thinking, the officer spoke up, “that’s very irresponsible. I’m not on the pill. Though I don’t have any STDs, you need to be more careful.”

You let out a sigh, “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry, my husband and I have been trying for more kids anyway.”

“I mean, sure, but not my kid surely?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. I just want them. But he was adamant that we do it the old fashioned way.”

You were about to prop yourself up, to maybe pull your softening cock out of her pussy, but she just put her hand against your chest.

“You men are always too eager to finish up. Just lay with me a while. Bask in the moment.”

“You’d be shocked how often I’ve been doing that lately.”

You allowed yourself to lay back down on top of her. You could feel your cum trickle out of her pussy, running down your balls and onto the seat of the car. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of her body underneath yours. You both basked in the sunlight that glimmered through the window.

“I don’t suppose you feel… different?” you said.

“Mmmmm,” she replied, pulling her face back off the seat, “It was nice, and I haven’t made love in the back of my squad car before, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s not quite that easy to ‘rock my world’.”

“That’s… yeah, fair enough,” you were about to ask something else, when the radio in the front of the car crackled into life. You heard some garbled police jargon, before it went quiet once more, “should I go? I don’t want to pull you away from your work.”

"What do you mean?" She replies. You craned your neck to look underneath you, and you caught her wry smile, "my job is to stop delinquents. Is that not what I'm doing?"

"Uh, hah, well, you would know better than me right?" You glanced back at the radio, wondering if it's about to go off again.

As you're looking at it, you feel yourself beginning to rise. You look back at the seats, checking if they haven't started lifting you, when Officer Kunisada begins shoving you.

"Well, you definitely got me pregnant," she said, in the kind of tone that was more useful for describing mediocre chips.

"How do you-" the words died in your mouth as the policewoman crawled out from under you. Taking up the seat beside you, you could see her belly had ballooned outwards. It was so massive that the bottom half of her shirt was stretched to near breaking point. She looked nine months pregnant, easily, and ready to pop at any moment.

"Huh, it's been a while since I had to explain this," she says, massaging her swollen belly, "the moment I get pregnant, I start looking as if I'm about to give birth."

"Are you?" You said, heart thrumming in your chest as you considered how the fuck you, a virgin before yesterday, were going to deliver your own baby in a cop car.

"No, no I'm not," you exhaled, and collapsed backwards against the seats, "It still takes the normal amount of time to come out. It just feels… well, pretty nice. My husband and I found this out on our honeymoon. Every time the baby kicks, I relive the pleasure of the sex I had when I got pregnant. So I suppose I can look forward to some very fun evenings."

"Wow, that's…" a realization hits you, "shit, your husband! What happens when he finds out? He'll know it wasn't him!"

She waved a hand, "oh he doesn't give a shit, I assure you. If it was up to him, I'd never not be pregnant. He's not the most… virile man. Enthusiastic, but his record is spotty. He's gotten anyone he can to breed me. His friends, my friends, neighbors, whoever."

"Christ alive," you murmur, looking over her belly. It looks like it’s glowing faintly, "how many kids do you two have?"

She patted her stomach, "well, this makes seven. But most of them go to adoptive families or back to their fathers. We've kept two."

She looked you up and down, "do you want yours?"

"Uh, oh no, I mean, I just started dating this girl, and I don't think I'm ready for kids. I'm kind of, well you know I don't have a job and I'm studying so a baby would be a lot and you're very nice but I don't think I could raise it and-"

She put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

"Breathe."

You did as instructed.

"Don't worry yourself. I've got a waitlist out the door of people who'll want your kid. Trust me."

You did, but another thought crossed your mind. What if this power was genetic?

"Uh, would it be possible for me to… visit the kid? Or have some way to contact the parents?"

"Huh. Never had anyone ask for that before."

"Well, y’know, I've got some funky genes so I… uh… want to check up in case they need help. Y’know understanding what's happening?"

"Are you inbred? The hell do you mean 'funky genes'?"

"I… it's hard to explain and I only found out about it yesterday," you said, putting your palms out as if pleading, "just, I don't know if it'll transmit and it's better than I'm there to help if the kid has it too. It's not life threatening! Promise!"

"Jesus. You know, if not for that dick, I would wonder how you could ever get laid," she said, gesturing at your soaked penis.

"To be honest, I'm still wrapping my head around it," you shake your head, "look, could you at least try? At least a phone number I can call in a few years."

"Fine. Fine, okay," she rustled through her pants and pulled out an old Iphone, "what's your number? I'll put it in."

You gave her your digits, and she entered them in. You caught a glimpse of her putting you down as Baby #7 in her phone.

"You keep tabs on everyone you've fucked?"

"Don't you?"

"I… hadn't considered it."

"I'll bet. A dick like that, you probably go through enough girls to make any man jealous."

"You think it's that good?"

"Best cock I've ever laid eyes on. And trust me darling," she patted her stomach, "I've seen a few."

You nodded, your wilting cock coming back into its own. She was relaxing now, massaging her belly and sinking into the seat. She didn't look tired, just content. If you wanted to leave, she probably didn't have the mobility to stop you, even if she wanted to. On the other hand, you weren't against getting to know this hyper pregnant policewoman.