Of course not. And this lady approves

"No," Bria crosses her arms.

The two stare at each other, dead locked. "No?" The lady asked.

"No," Bria looks back assuredly. "I don't."

There was nothing for Bria to regret. Having left her family at a very young age over the incident involving a pregnant cheerleader, the very first that began her life of debauchery, she was unwilling to find it in herself to take any responsibility for her future child, more so out of panic in the moment. She was loaded with debt that only climbed as she tried to move her way forward in life, borrowing money and leaving without returning her dues. A normal life alone was no easy thing for her, as every woman she passed only added to her growing desire to mate, now that that fruit with the cheerleader from high school had been tasted, touching herself accomplished nothing more than a mess for Bria to clean. When college seemed like a viable option, managing to weasel her way into an entry level school, her urges shot through the roof when she came into contact with an all female volleyball team. The next month, the volleyball program was shut down over the discoveries of each member's sudden pregnancy. By the time the tests and testimonies came back over the culprit, Bria was long gone.

Since then, Bria made her living off drifting around from one workplace to the next, renting out the cheapest places possible, while evading her debts as much as possible, moving into new homes under new names for a time - and many collectors did come after her. There finally came a time when Bria was settled with her lifestyle that breeding women just became a calling for her, and, in time, turned it into a game where she would seduce the literal pants of her target and mate with them. She enjoyed it, malicious as it seemed, Bria could not deny her insatiable thirst any longer, no matter how many law officers came after her or debt collectors who held her at gun point, often having to offer her body as partial payment - collecting contraceptive pills from her fallen victims paid off. She had no plans to get out of this life as long as her drive to breed burned in her with an unending hunger.

Bria continued to stare back at the lady, undeterred in her stance. If prison life was what she had to look forward to it, then she will accept it, even if it mean the end of her lust filled ventures. She knew the dangers she was living with her life style, and she had long accepted her judgement to come. Bria wa ready, not necessarily ready to give up breeding, but the burden of constant lust was a stain on her life since high school.

The lady continues to look into Bria's eyes, staring at her with a partial judgement. But then the lady smiles. "That is reassuring."

Bria blinked. "Uh...what is, exactly?"

"What if I were to tell you that I could make all your debts disappear?" The lady straightened up as she spoke.

Bria snickers. "Sounds too good to be true," she responds, unsure if she was being toyed with.

"I have every intention of keeping my word. My name is Elizabeth Delaney," The lady raises her hand to chest. "I represent a company in genetic research to assist a percentage of the human population undergoing difficult times. I am tasked with ensuring their kind evolves beyond survival, instead thriving into the future."

"What? Futas?" Bria asked sarcastically.

"You'd be correct," Elizabeth snarked, making Bria blush with some embarrassment at the realization of her joke.

"So, what does this have to with me?" Bria asked, crossing her arms. "You didnthe investigation, I have more than 400 women giving birth to my bastards. Many of whom I had repeat sessions. Do you know how many of them will be futas?"

"Less than you might think, Miss Foster," Elizabeth pushed her glasses up. "I can't offer an explanation at this moment, not until you do something for me."

Bria glanced over at the mirror, knowing well this conversation might be monitored.

"Dont worry about them," Elizabeth said. "We made sure an insider broke down the com system for weeks. We have privacy."

"Why should I do anything for you?" Bria asked.

"Apart from what I promised, I am sincere when I say it will mean the continuation of your pursuits. Otherwise, well, we have plenty of evidence and testimonies," Elizabeth tapped her finger on the folder. "To convince the courts your extralegal activities are a threat to public and moral standings."

Bria stared at the folder. "Sounds like an offer I can't really refuse," Bria leaned back, moving her hands back behind her head. "So...what's this task you had in mind?"

"That officer you just saw? She's not like most women."

"How so?" Bria inquired.

"Genetics play a part. If you want answers, then the task I offer you...is to knock her up." Elizabeth kept her stern face and calm attitude throughout this discussion, and Bria could not tell if any of what she had heard was serious or a way to mess with her.

"You are dead serious?" Bria asked, more so to check if she could catch her lying.

"Dead serious, Miss Foster. You do this, and I will have this record removed, your debts settled, and a promise of the information you want." Elizabeth said without blinking. "And before you ask, we have plenty of lawyers who can handle your record."

Bria once again could not detect anything that would indicate her deception. She calculated this task with **** caution. Another woman she sleeps with and leaves a bastard behind will be forever marked on her record. Although, considering the loaded file in front of her, it wouldn't change much. If the lady in front of her is just some freak who gets off to authority-minded women getting a belly full of futa cum, and wants to be rid of Bria anyways, this is one hell of a way to do it. Regardless, if there was even a kernel of truth in what she said, then freedom was one womb away. "Fine, you aren't giving me much alternative anyways."

"Excellent," Elizabeth compiled all the paperwork into the folder and tucked it away under her arm. "When you finish, you will get in touch with my contact. She will guide you back to me." Elizabeth stood up to leave. "Oh, and Miss Foster? Discretion would be appreciated." She gives a smile-less wink and turns to the door.

...

After another hour of sitting around, Bria was finally released. Bria got to enjoy the whining display of the officer who arrested her, who had to be told by her superiors, not only the reasons behind Bria's release and the lack of a proper case, which already drove her mad, but also she had to be the one to drive Bria back to the place where she was arrested. She fought hard, staring down her own supervisors while they, looking frightened and upset, did not give in to her demands, only offering an accompanying officer.

Bria could not help chuckling, realizing the setup she was given to 'spend time' with the lovely cop. Of course, a lot of the actual workload will fall on Bria to make that time well spent. As Bria was walked out, still expected to stay in her cuffs, she was escorted to the parking lot of police station and shoved by the lovely and irritated cop into the back of the car. She sat down beside her, closed the door behind her, then shot a look at Bria.

"Don't you go anywhere near me, you good-for-nothing pervert. Understand?" The cop lowered her shades, revealing her light blue eyes. She looks at Bria intensely, but Bria could tell she was trying hard to act tough. In her teal dress, Bria's cock pushed up a few inches.

"I'll behave. Although, I can't stop this little fella from 'growing' anywhere if I see an attractive lady." Bria said teasingly.

The cop scoffed, looking away. "Where is the driver? They told me I would get one."

Bria looked around at the small lot. There weren't any cops in the area. "What's wrong? Afraid of being next to me?" Bria said.

"Just shut up. My job is to make sure you don't get to see another woman again." The cop said annoyed. "You should not even have to see the light of day with your taint."

"And yet, you choose to sit next me instead of the front passenger seat. If I didn't know any better, I thought you had some ulterior motive." Bria coyed.

"I don't date your kind," the cop responded, still looking out the window.

Bria was a little irked by that statement. "Your kind." The kind of statement, not necessarily something she took personally, but more as an open challenge. Bria's cock flashed to life, as the thought of swelling the womb before her crept into her mind.

Suddenly the radio came to life. "Station 68, we are getting reports of a yellow rodeo at the Beachside Restaurant, over." A male voice said.

"Again? We'll dispatch another unit, over." A female voice responded.

"Where is Bria Foster at this time?" Another male voice came up.

"Officer Atkins is managing the situation, over." The female voice died down. And there was silence.

In a hurry, two cops came running out and took another car. The sirens came to life, the car pulled out, and disappeared into the busy streets. All the while, the ravishing cop lady, Bria now knew as Officer Atkins, was smacking the window trying to call to the officers who have long disappeared.

"That was my driver! What the fuck!" The cop tried opening her door, but discovered she couldn't. She then reached down for her own radio, but likewise found she had left it behind. "Hey! Somebody! Get me out of here!" She continues yelling, smacking against the door.

Bria chuckled. "Might as well get acquainted, Miss Atkins."

The cop turns her head, her gaze shooting down to see Bria's cock, fully grown and twitching with life.