Custom breeder pill

“And what exactly does the pill you made Rogers take do?” Kelly asked.

“It’s a plus pill. So permanent. Makes the taker a clone of a specific short busty woman. Dumb, high libido, submissive and obedient The cartel use them to make an example of people that cross them … bimbo pills.” Luke explained nervously.

“Holy shit. You did that to Rogers? You have some balls my friend. Well you did… Hmmm… remember the old news story about Dahlia Hodges? Do you have one of those pills, the one that Dahlia used on her philandering husband. I think it was a custom extra breeder. So it lasts a month and made the guy a short and petite female version of himself but with an uncontrollable urge to breed. Last I heard she’d had four kids and was pregnant with her fifth. You have any of those?”

“Only three of them. They’re pretty popular with jilted wives…” Luke said uncomfortably as he produced a small ziplock bag with a few pills in it.

“Take one of those then,” Kelly said.

“Um… what if I say no?” Luke hedged. He kinda knew what his pills did but he didn’t really know what his pills did. He was a gym junkie. His muscles were all natural and he was happy with his body. He knew other dealers that took their own pills. They didn’t deal for long. He was a man and no way was he going to give that up voluntarily.

Kelly cocked his gun. “You’re either a tiny breeder bitch or dead. Take your choice…” Kelly said.

Luke stared down the barrel of the gun and then back at the pills. The thought of being a breeder for a month, in constant heat and with an uncontrollable urge to be bred by any man she saw was terrifying but the alternative was worse. With trembling hands, he grabbed one of the custom breeder pills. It lasted only twenty eight days… if she didn’t get pregnant. The twenty eight days didn’t tick over during pregnancy. And the urge to breed was overwhelming - she’d last an hour at most before she found a man to screw her. Hyper fertility meant every time a breeder screwed it was almost certain she would become pregnant. It was pretty much a permanent pregnancy gig. But even when pregnant a breeder still had a high sex drive and a need to be bred. Not as bad… but bad.

“Swallow it. Now!” Golding barked, his gun pressing harder into Luke’s side.

Luke tossed the pill into his mouth and swallowed reluctantly. His body began to quiver and convulse almost immediately as the pill began to take effect. The transformation was slow at first, his proud muscles contracting and shrinking as the breeder pill rewrote his DNA. He grew slim and androgynous. It was disheartening.

His face softened as his jawline grew refined and his nose slimmed and turned up prettily at the tip, giving him a delicate, almost doll-like appearance. His skin grew smoother and his features more feminine with every second. Luke couldn’t help but let out a series of whimpers and gasps as his body was reshaped. His broad shoulders narrowed and his chest grew smaller, his arms and legs further thinning into slender, dainty limbs. His height began to decrease, his head dropping down until he was looking up at the cops with wide, panic-filled eyes. The ground grew closed as his body continued to shrink, his body swimming in overlarge clothes, making him feel ****.

The next part of the change was even more terrifying. The part where he became a she. He whimpered as he felt his cock began to shrink, thinning, growing shorter, pulling strangely back into his body like some inverse erection, until all that was left of his head was the small, sensitive nub of clit, nestled in a hood of flesh that had once been his foreskin. It felt… tiny. At the same time his balls shrivelled and retreated upwards and inwards, a weird sensation of diminishing and turning into overlies, his empty ballsack flattening into a neat little mound of flesh that divided like to petals of a flower to form into the labia of a woman. The pill left no part of her original male anatomy unchanged. She was a she, pussy and womb! Her torso grew smaller and smaller, ribs contracting aa internal organs shifted and shrank, spine cracking as it shortened and compacted and became small bones… until she had the frame of a young lady, her waist narrowing dramatically and her hips widening subtly to accommodate her new womb. “Oh my god, this is unreal!” Her voice had grown higher and more feminine - her once deep voice now a sexy, breathy thing.

As the pill continued to work, Luke's body grew smaller still. Her clothes hung off her as her form grew increasingly dainty and petite. Her chest had flattened completely, but now it swelled out into pair of small, round breasts, the nipples growing larger and hardening and darkening as they grew into pert little mounds. Each detail of her transformation left her looking like a tiny, defenseless creature.

The breeding urges began to kick in, a deep, primal need that coursed through her now-feminine body. Her eyes grew glassy and her breathing shallow as she felt her new pussy flush hot, pulsing with a wet swollen with need. Her thoughts grew hazy, consumed by the desire to be filled, to be bred. Tear streamed down her now-soft cheeks, eyes wide. The alley grew blurry as the full extent of his fate dawned on him. She was no longer a man in charge of her own destiny; she was now a mere plaything, a breeder to be used by anyone who desired her. And the needed to be bred. It was a raw instinctive need that she fought against.

The cops watched the transformation with amusement and vindictive pleasure, enjoying every moment of Luke's utter emasculation. "Looks like she's ready," Golding sneered, gesturing to the tiny, quivering figure before them.

Indeed, Luke's body was now fully that of a petite young woman. Her clothes hanging around her, revealing the extent of her metamorphosis. The breeding urges grew stronger, making her new body ache with a need that was foreign and overwhelming. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of disbelief and lust, the pill's potency leaving no room for rational thought, a fiery heat building between his legs.

The breeding instinct was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if her former intellect had been hijacked, her mind consumed by a single purpose: to be filled with seed, to carry and bear children. Her body trembled with the intensity of the sensations, her pussy slick and swollen, begging to be claimed. Her mind reeled at the thought of what was to come, of these men who would likely take her without mercy, using her new body for their own desires. The fear was palpable, but it was laced with a strange, dark excitement that only served to fuel the fire within her. She… wanted… no needed them to take her.

Golding stepped closer, eyeing the quivering figure with a predatory gaze. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of Luke, now a tiny, **** breeder slut and as he stared at the helpless bimbo, he found himself growing hard with anticipation. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice thick with lust. "So eager to be a good little slut."

Kelly couldn't resist poking at her small new breasts with his gun, watching with sadistic pleasure as Luke's nipples grew harder. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Every inch of you is going to be used until you're nothing but a cum dumpster." The thought of Luke's new body, filled with his seed made his cock throb.

Golding chuckled darkly, his hand moving to the zipper of his pants. "Look at her, practically begging for it," he said, pointing to the way Luke's hips rolled involuntarily with each pulse of need. The tiny breeder slut was already lost in the overwhelming desire, her eyes glazed over with lust, the need for a swollen belly and big milk-filled breasts…

“Let’s call her Lucy… I wanna give Dredd one of these pills too…” Kelly said.

The renamed Lucy nodded as she felt her new body's overwhelming need for attention. The embarrassment of her situation washed over her, but it was quickly drowned out by the insatiable lust that now ruled her. Her eyes locked onto Golding’s crotch, watching as he pulled out his hard, thick cock, the veins pulsing with excitement. She knew what was expected of her, what she desperately wanted, and she was eager to please. She shed her overlarge clothes as though they were a chrysalis and she stood naked in the alley before them, clothes around her ankles.

Golding turned Lucy around, bent her over the hood of her Humvee, grabbed her by her newly formed hips, pulled her closer and lined up his cock with her tight, wet pussy. Without another word, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Lucy let out a gasp that was equal parts desire and pleasure, her body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. The sensation of being filled was incredibly intense, and she was assailed by a heady desire that made her wetter. Her new submissive instincts kicked in and she pushed her ass back into him, begging for more.

Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and need. She had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life, and now she was a submissive breeder, craving the feeling of a man's cock inside her more than anything. And she had what she craved. As Golding pounded into her, she felt her walls stretch and accommodate his size, the pleasure building with every stroke. She knew she was going to come, and come hard, but she also knew that this was just the beginning.

"Oh God, yes," she whimpered, her voice high and needy. "Fuck me, use me, make me a good breeding slut." The words slipped out of her mouth as if they had been there all along, waiting for the right moment to be released. She didn't even recognize herself anymore, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the cock inside her and the promise of a belly swollen with his baby and heavy breasts.