Rogers fate

Meanwhile Officer Jack Rogers was crying miserably, more than regretting his lack of backup.

His body … no her body. Her body she told herself.

She gasped and shuddered in grief. She felt like her world was ending. She was… a she! She screamed into her fist, tears streaming down her face, nose running, snivelling and shaking as it all came tumbling down, huddled and head shaking in denial.

“A fucking… plus pill… motherfuckers!!!” She’d never be a man again. This was permanent. A plus pill. Locked in this sex. A pussy! This was inconceivable. It must be a dream. She pinched one of her fat nipples and let out a startled cry at how sensitive it was. The little fucker seemed to mock her as it went instantly erect and tingly - and there was a jolt between her legs that made her eyes widen in shock. “Holy shit no! No! No! No! You will not get aroused. You are not some whore! You are not a dumb fuck bunny. You are a man!” She said.

Except her voice was high pitched and utterly girlish. It was sexy. And she sounded like a whore and a fuck bunny to her own ears!

She shook her head in denial. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be locked in this weak shell. Not like this for the rest of her life… But… Her body had shrank to a positively diminutive stature and ridiculously overlarge breasts had swelled on her chest. With sensitive as fuck nipples that were erect as… she could think of analogy because the pill was starting to lower her IQ. She sat there, struggling for an analogy but it evaded her. Like… little cocks? She giggled. That was a yummy analogy.

No. She was upset. Cross. They’d taken her cock. She rallied her indignation and sense of loss. Clung to it. She looked down. Her ass had swelled - plump and round and sexy. The kind of ass she’d loved to tap before... guys would love her ass. She felt a giddy excitement at that and clamped down on it ruthlessly.

She wiped her runny nose on her overlarge sleeve. Her clothes were stupidly big now. She’d once stood at six foot two, a body of muscle and power that she had revelled in. A body that demanded respect. That dominated both women and men alike. Yeah, that was completely gone now. Stolen from her. Replaced with this weak, overly exaggerated female body. A body intended to utterly humiliate, cow and unman its owner. Cow. That was the right words. And these breasts were like udders. They felt too soft. To gentle. Too feminine!

But worst of all her manly cock was gone. She’d never have a cock again. Not her own. In its place… she swallowed. She shuddered in apprehension as she reached into her pants. It was like a horror movie, when the victim fatalistically reaches out. She knew that she shouldn’t with every nerve and fibre of her being but she had to know. It was an ominous. She felt like there would be a jump scare. “Don’t… don’t…” a fraught little voice whispered in the back of her head. But she had to know. Half expecting her newly wrought lips to bite her finger off, she closed her eyes and shuddered as she felt. Groped about… A small patch of pubic hair. The fuzz. She was still the fuzz… she giggled at the stupidity of the joke.

Then she found the hood of her clit. It was … small. Depressingly small. And surprisingly sensitive. Her eyes rolled back momentarily as she gasped. Then she resolutely slid her tiny finger into the hood and found the little pea of her clitoris. “Oh. Holy Fuck.” She mouthed in bewilderment. The sensation, it was like bottled lightning. Her fingers ran along the swollen lips of her labia majors. God that felt good. Her wet, warm and hot labia minora, the smaller, acutely receptive inner folds of skin located inside her vulva, surrounding her vaginal and urethral openings. Hairless and beautiful.

She withdrew her hand and stared at her moistly glistening digits. She felt guilty. It had felt… too good. Not just enjoyable… much better than that. She felt betrayed.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, hot and salty and not manly. Her emotions were in utter turmoil. She suspected it was hormones. Female hormones that were playing havoc with her self control. Men didn’t cry. Girls did. “I’m a girl…” she blubbered as the emotions overwhelmed her.

No one knew where she was. This was an off the books sting. Her thoughts grew fuzzy and vapid as her intelligence plummeted. She was in trouble. Plus pills were permanent and the last thing she wanted was to be a bimbo forever. But she had **** in the matter, she was a … bimbo! She felt her mind slipping away into a warm happy haze of sexual obsession and need.

Her hand slipped back into her pants and Rogers was exploring her new body as Luke climbed into the drivers seat and Dredd got in the back with Rogers.

“I’m a girl…” Roger’s said to Dredd.

“I can see that,” Dredd agreed.

Officer Rogers looked down again at her swollen breasts with a mix of horror and fascination, her hands cupping them, feeling their weight. Her mind was a swirl of confusion and panic, but the pill's effect was taking hold, dulling the edges of her fear with a growing need for sexual validation. She was a bimbo now, a fuckpet to be used by men for their pleasure. The very thought sent a thrill through her body, her pussy growing wet at the thought of being filled, of being used.

“Shit. A cop. What we gonna do with her?” Dredd asked.

“Train her to work as a stripper at your place…” Luke said as the pulled up at Dredd’s stripjoint. “She’s got the body for it. And she’ll keep her mouth shut with the right incentives. She’s brainless. That pill makes her an idiot. She’ll imprint on the first person that fucks her - he’ll be her daddy. You want her?”

Rogers listened in concern. An imprint pill?! Shit. She had to get out! But the back doors were locked. And… she wanted to get fucked. “Daddy?” She repeated.

Dredd looked at her, his eyes assessing. He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the car. “Looks like she’s already picked me!” He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to face him, and crushed his lips against hers in a brutal kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding eagerly. She was his now. She felt his hand slide up her thigh, pushing her psnts down and he began to rub her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and she squirmed, **** for more.

Dredd’s other hand came up to squeeze one of her massive breasts, kneading it roughly. The pain brought her back to reality, and she tried to resist, but her body was too weak, too **** for the pleasure he was offering. She felt herself giving in, her hand reaching down to unbuckle his pants. She pulled out his cock, her eyes widening at the sight of it. It was huge. He grinned at her, knowing she’d love it.

Officer Jack Rogers was no more. In her place was Jackie, the bimbo fuckpet, eager to please. She bent down and eagerly took his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking with a passion she’d never felt before. The taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth, it was like a ****, making her high with every stroke. He pushed her head down, his cock sliding down her throat. She gagged but didn’t stop, her eyes watering as she took him in deeper. Dredd moaned, his grip on her hair tightening. He knew he’d found a keeper.

He’d known Rogers. Pushy, arrogant, corrupt and mean. A dirty cop that took bribes and demanded protection money. Jackie was a perfect fate for that bastard. A dirty slut.

Dredd’s cock seemed to grow, his pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She swallowed it down eagerly, her tongue swirling around his head. He groaned and pushed deeper, filling her throat. The feeling of his power over her was intoxicating. She knew she’d never have this kind of power again. She was a bimbo, she had no control. It was a strange thought, but one that made her pussy wetter. “Climb on my cock slut…”

Jackie’s mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. The thought of being a bimbo was humiliating, but the physical sensations were impossible to resist. She moved to straddle him, her pussy wet and eager. Dredd’s cock was thick and long, and she knew she was going to love it. She lowered herself onto him, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering shut as he filled her up.

Her hips began to rock, sliding up and down his cock. The pleasure was sublime. The best. She was a slut, a whore, a bimbo, and she loved it. Every time she came down on him, she moaned with pleasure. Dredd’s hands were on her hips, guiding her, pushing her down harder. She was his bitch, his toy, his entertainment.

She fucking loved it.