New breeder

“You’re going to regret this, you fucking asshole!” Drew tried to sound menacing, though her voice was higher now, sounding more like a playful little girl than the feared gang leader she once was. Certainly it wasn’t intimidating. Dredd was struggling with her new form. The former gang leader looked down at her now tiny frame in disbelief, her once-intimidating muscles replaced with soft female curves. Her clit was noticeably swollen and clearly sensitive, begging for attention. She could feel her new body betraying her, her need growing with every passing second. The humiliation of this new form and its evidently growing needs was frightening, but the strange arousal that came with it was also quite insidious.

“You’re so damned cute. You look like you’re barely twenty one… did you know that?” Kelly chuckled at her ineffectual and almost childish outburst, unable to take her as a threat, watching with amusement as she clearly struggled with the breeding urges. He’d seen Lucy capitulate easily to these urges and he was tempted to fuck her then and there. Knock her up immediately. But this punk had taken out a copy, a dirty cop, but a fellow cop nonetheless. And there were lines you didn’t cross - cops looked out for one another.

“Shut up!” Drew stamped her foot and her small breasts swayed in an unfamiliar way.

Kelly knew that unless she could take precautions the breeder pill would make Dredd pregnant - she was clearly horny and would be unable to deny her breeding urges for a whole month. He grinned as he thought how ironic it would be to have her crew screw her. Even more amusing would be to have her former crew and working girls see their boss reduced to this tiny, weak breeder and treat her like one of the strippers here. “I wonder what your crew and girls will think of you when they find out you’re nothing but a little girl… a breeder…” Kelly ruminated. It should be a fate worse than **** for the proud Dredd but Kelly figured that Drew might not be that bothered by her loss of masculinity in her current state once she started fucking.

Dredd’s eyes lit up. Would her crew rescue her? As she thought about her crew, Drew's thoughts raced alarmingly as she remembered the big black cocks they wielded. That thought excited her! Would her crew laugh, would they take her, like they did her whores. The fear of losing her status, of being at the mercy of the very men she had controlled was terrifying, yet it made her pussy wetter than she could have imagined. Her clit was now a tiny tingling nub demanding attention, and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching down and rubbing it in a **** bid for relief.

“What are you going to do with me?” She asked.

“You’re going to be the bottom of the totem pole here. You’ll work as a stripper, lower than all the other strippers here. And you’re going to be pregnant… but first you need to be put in your place,” Kelly said, his eyes traveling over her new body with a smug glint. “Do you want me to tell everyone who you were…?”