Chapter 13: …But its Officer Grayson that makes Progress

Sticking to her status quo is just as crucial to Blüdhaven as getting it stuck in her. Throughout the day, a buttplug of corruption delightfully torments the city and her people’s ASSHOLE. And at night, they get thoroughly and utterly screwed by her Mistress Crime until the sun rises. That has been the city’s reality back to its founding, just as the wanton tramp liked it.

But, her routine has been upended as she gets fucked over in new ways, the latest being a heavy motor that raged through her insides. Blüdhaven is being rutted in ways she doesn’t know how to deal with, other than moaning her lungs out.

Officer Grayson was central to her awakening. Little did anyone know, least of all herself.

She was typing away at her desk, catching up on the paperwork she missed due to the “generosity” of her troublesome coworkers. The situation at the BPD was precarious. After yesterday’s mayhem, a fair amount of the patrol fleet is out of commission. Thankfully, there were no casualties, but with their vehicular capacity reduced, Redhorn ordered an excessive increase in foot patrols to keep up appearances.

With the police ****’s overcompensation, it has left the precinct lightly staffed. For whatever reason, Grayson was amongst those few. However, she planned on using her time productively. She finished her reports with one last string of types and mouse clicks.

“Finished already?” Amy Rohrbach greeted. “Glad to see you’re keeping on top of things.”

The Sergeant sat her plump cheeks on Grayson’s desk. She was without her uniform coat, which splendidly showed off her near-middle-aged body through the shrink-wrapped blue material. She looks around the sparse office and sees real productivity. “As refreshing as it is to see these degenerates doing their jobs, I know they’re only being good because of how sour Redhorn is after her meeting with the city council. Not that you have to worry. Everyone knows how reliable you are.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Grayson replied, getting a little antsy with the Sergeant so close.” Though I’m sorry for letting myself grow a backlog in the first place.”

“Don’t worry. Harriet told me how they **** you along. So I guess I’ll leave you just with a warning~.”

“Right.”

“Besides, those three got what was coming. Redhorn assigned Bateman, Feldsheim, and Dannameyer to the Spine; they took their sweet ASS time responding to the mess of cars in the Island’s intersection, so they got the long walk as punishment.” Rohrbach smiled in unprofessional satisfaction.

“Oh,” the newbie did feel bad for her seniors, but their absence was helpful.

“Anyways, I’m not going to worry about them when I have you, Graysoooooh!” Rohrbach trailed off as she watched the raven-haired woman close her computer and rise, her chair decompressing with loud creaking relief.

“Hoooooo~” As the rookie officer’s mentor, Amy Rohrbach always has her pupil on her mind. Not in the crass manner of her cohorts, who treated her like the juiciest meat on the market. Rohrbach cares about that meat. Yet, the girl doesn’t make it easy for her with how distractingly sexy she is. Her desire to cultivate a woman of law is fighting against her desire for some ASS-JIGGLING LOVEMAKING.

And now she came in with three extra helpings of ASS out of nowhere. She is well past the size of any conventional big booty bitch. They jutted out so much, in every direction, making the biggest, roundest, most tantalizing booty she had seen. They look so thicc and soft like they could swallow anything, her hands, head, or her cock.

Amy’s femmehood raged in the tightness of her uniform, struggling against her muscle chub and the latex. Engorged and throbbing so desperately, begging for the police sergeant to let it ravage that donk. Justice and honor be damned!

As Grayson stood up, Rohrbach crossed one thigh over the other to hide her steel-hard rod and its significant indentation on her stomach. “Yeah uh… As I said, you’ve got a whole lotta’ ASS, NO! Uh, you’re making a lot of progrASS. Fuck! I mean… you’re doing good work.” She started absently stroking her cock through the sleek material. “I-you’ve earned yourself a quick break. Why don’t you get yourself a coffee…”

“I’ll do just that, Ma’am. Thank you.” Encouraging her to leave was the best call for calming her libido but made the unintentional consequence of seeing Grayson’s hip rocking, jigglicious departure.

Fuck! Rohrbach groaned internally. Her slight stroking now increased to slow masturbation. Why does my subordinate have to be such a perfect cock tease? It’s already hard enough not smashing dat ASS. Now it’s even bigger!

Fortunately for Rohrbach, Grayson was too mentally preoccupied to notice her anguish and reliving. She was suffering from her turbulence.

I’m glad she gave me the excuse to leave. I just-I don’t know why but I can’t be around her without feeling fuzzy.

Of course, the reason why was that Nightwing nearly became a dedicated suck-****, and Officer Grayson is suffering from the aftermath.

I’m probably so out of it because of Soames, Nightwing grimaced in her mind. Ooooh, that crooked cop! How could she do that to me! It’s already bad enough she’s spoon-feeding scraps of information for her convenience. Now she’s tried to feed me her…her…her fucking delicious cock~!!!

That grimace shifted into a dumb, dick-begging visage that sent a grumbling, desk-shackled cop looking at her to a point beyond rock-hard.

But Grayson didn’t notice, too shocked at that sudden, slutty thought. No! I don’t mean that! I’m not thinking about that reprehensible woman’s cum cannon-I mean penis! Or how I want it to blast me into babbling bliss.

Slut Brain is still permeating through her mind, the tingling ecstasy putting her in delirium, a state of phallic hyperawareness. She could intuitively feel all the boners her body raised, how badly they wanted her. And Grayson’s body wanted them too~!

Goddess! I wish I didn’t need to depend on that lewd law woman. I wish it were Rohrbach instead. I could have her clean cop cock in my mouth rather than Soames…SHIT! NO!

Not helping was her disproportionate lower half. As she walked through the central offices, her entire body quivered and jiggled. Her thighs were rubbing against one another. Her pounds of large, thick, and lovely ASSCHEEKS swayed side to side, wobbling and clapping with every step she took.

“Ah, Oooof, oh, sorry!” Her hips wider gait was bumping into desks, cabinets, and one of her peers. The hip check brought them to their knees, cumming from the contact and uttering a silent cry.

“Ahhhh~!” Her panties turned thong contorted into a whale-tailed, her shorts hitched higher and buried deeper into her butt. She wished to pick at them for relief but not in front of everyone.

*BOING* *BOING* *BOING* *BOING*

Along with refastening her buttons, very little of them were clasped across her chest, exposing much of her milky cleavage and her cyan bra. The tremendous bobbing of her boobs looked like it would destroy her shirt.

I need to get a new uniform. This one’s beyond strained. Also, I need to get new clothes in general.

Yet as much as her abundance stimulated her, her peers were trembling as she crossed the office.

“How is she able to move with all that donk?”

“I wanna wreck myself on her hips!

“I want my dick caught between those doughy thighs!”

“Goddess, will those curves ever stop? It’s like they’ll bounce off if she even breathes.”

“I…I gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Y-yeah, me too.”

“Hey, let me come too. We can jerk each other off on newbies’ ASS.”

“SHUT UP!”

But through the inflamed lust, she managed to reach her destination, walking past the break room and the forensic laboratory. The combination of overclocked personnel and understaffed headquarters gave the perfect opportunity for Officer Grayson to get to the bottom of her mysterious substance.

She wasn’t surprised to see their tech was lacking. But what was surprising was to see the whole lab was empty. “Does the Chief have the techs doing the beat too? I was going to scout out the place and come back when it was clear. Guess I don’t have to wait.”

She spotted one machine she knew could give a general analysis. “Having the cave spoiled me, but this should be good enough for what I need. I can start by figuring out what exactly this is. Grayson pulled out the little vial between her cleavage, the most clandestine place she thought to hide. Her skin tingled as it parted contact. She booted the device and put a little sample into the machine.

Her wait wasn’t long before it started printing the data she was looking for. But unfortunately, it was printing a lot of data. Frankly, too much data! The way it kept going, she would go through a pack of printer paper. Not to mention all the commotion would attract someone.

“Ummm, Hello?” And just her luck. An unassuming technician walked through the door. She looks like one would expect of a wallflower—a willowy blonde with a permanent look of worry on her pretty face. Dressed in the typical attire of one working in a lab, a tight, shiny suit hugging her admittedly modest body. She was hesitantly stepping in on stiletto heels.

She was floored upon seeing Grayson. Her beaming face, bright and deep blue eyes, and all that ASS behind her. “Oh, my Goddess, you here to take out the trash with that dumptruck?” She whispered in awe at her visitors’ deep protruding rear end.

“I-I-I mean-how, can I help you? Are you here for test results? I-I assume? N-not that I want to presume your business or…” Then she realized the lab’s lack of personnel. “Oh no! The lab is unattended! I-I-I didn’t m-mean to leave it like this! My superior told me to leave, but-but she didn’t explain why or tell me when to come back.”

The poor techie was exasperated enough for the two but better than her questioning why an unauthorized person was using the equipment. “Of course, the lab should never be unstaffed. N-not that I’m questioning my-my boss! I wouldn’t want to leave an officer waiting for case results, but…

“Don’t worry,” Grayson tried to calm her down and take advantage of her presumption. “Yes, I was waiting for the results of a case. Since no one was around, I came in and saw what I was looking for. I…guess it was a lot of data.” Pointing toward the papers that were now spilling out the rack.

“W-well, let me help you sort it.”

“Oh, thank you Miss…”

“Erys, Erys Cheir!”

“Thank you, Erys” Grayson smiled, deliberately not recuperating her name yet. Not that Miss Cheir noticed with how madly she was blushing.

The two organized the documents, the scientist stumbling many times staring at Grayson’s heavy quaking globes. But despite that, she found one particular paper that made her scientific curiosity temporarily win against her bootylust.

“W-Wow! what did you find out there?”

“What do you mean.? Grayson asked. She turned around the sheet she was holding. “This is a summary of the genetic readout, The machine prints this first before it gets into specific details. S-Since we know you officers don’t want to be bothered with too much data.”

“That’s convenient and considerate.”

“Thank you,” Erys smiled meekly, then went back to the pile, “What I was surprised at was this isn’t all the summary. It’s page one of twelve.”

“Twelve!?” Grayson gasped, “What could be so complicated that just the summary is so long?”

“Well, just looking at the first page, it’s certainly organic, maybe human, but there are more genetic sequences than any regular person.”

The two sat to elaborate. Another chair became a victim of the rookie’s chair-crushing rump. Like the sergeant, the techie had an uncanny feeling of jealousy toward furniture.

“So does that mean…is it metahuman?” Grayson asked.

“Maybe? But, There’s just so much it would take me a while to make sense of it.”

“Take her a while? So you could!” She had to capitalize. “You could figure this out for me?”

“W-Well, I could run it through a DNA sequencer. Get a genetic profile that would tell us who or what this came from.

“That sound’s great. We can talk about it over lunch.”

“W-what? L-Lunch?!”

“Yeah, there’s this dog and sausage place I always pass by on my beat. Lately, I’ve been in the mood for something juicy and thick.”

“I bet you would love a piece of big, juicy meat shoved down your throat…” Erys said under her breath but gave Grayson a sheepish smile. “Well, it’s a bit off regulation…” She put it lightly, but Grayson knew what she was asking for was way off proper procedure.

Fortunately, her bodaciousness had her covered. On its own, her body was posing like a pinup girl, her torso tilted forward, pushing up her hefty chest and squishing them between her arms. Her cans bulged out of her shirt until it showed all their bra-clad beauty. And her ASS was sticking up behind her. It would always be in view, no matter what angle.

“Buuuuuuuuuuuh~, U-u-u-uh…sure.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” Officer Grayson let out some affection with a hand on her smooth-clad thigh. “My name is Ricarda. You can find me in the main offices. Ask for me when you find something, then we can go out and talk.”

She quickly left with analysis results, ensuring Erys was the only one who saw her in the lab. So excited from the headway for her secret mission, she didn’t realize her hand grabbed Erys tightly-clothed cockhead, stroking and squeezing it. While her frame wouldn’t suggest such, she had a stout monster longer and thicker than a can. It was stiffly extended down her leg, making this conversation the more difficult. Grayson’s hand was the last straw, and Erys cummed onto the floor right as she cleared the door.

“Ghoooooooooohhhhh~! That bootysluuuuuuuuuttttttt~!" While Erys recovered through that intense ejaculation, dreamily hoping this would be the first of many, the Officer would work the rest of the day in the precinct. Despite the mundane busy work, she was in a high spirit. Grayson made real progress in her investigation without Soames and without embarrassingly depending on her body.

Of course, that was a delusion given by her slut-clouded mind. What Officer Grayson accomplished is making her peers want her dick-swallowing derriere more than ever.