Bad changes to worst

Neal clawed at his tits in a **** attempt to peel them off of his upper torso, but all he did was cause himself a great deal of pain and added a few more bloody scratches to the oversized, and sensitive as fuck, tits.

“It’s not going to work, Cocktease.” Dickhead told Neal with a smirk, even as he admired her brand new double-d rack.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dickless!” Neal snapped back. He was in no mood to put up with this asshole. Let him take Neal to the security office. Chief Santiago would ream his ass.

“Marking yourself up like that. Bet you think that you’ll be able to claim I manhandled you, maybe get me fired, or **** me to pay you off to keep you quiet. Not going to work.”

What Dickless suggested had never entered Neal’s mind. He was a bit too preoccupied with trying to remove his suddenly way too real fake tits. But now that the security pig had mentioned it he was curious. “Why not?”

“In the last twenty four hours I’ve personally checked up on six girls whose clothes had been ripped half off. Some with their tits covered in bite marks and others with their thighs badly bruised from how rough the guy with them had just fucked them. Each and everyone of them declared that the guy who had obviously just **** them was the love of their life and they would never dream of pressing charges against them. Some even got down on their knees right in front of us and started to blow the guy just to prove how much they loved him. That’s why your little scheme won’t work. Well, after I feed you a nice dose of cum, anyway. Once I do that you’ll swear on a stack of bibles, or maybe a gender study manual, that you love me with every fiber of your being.”

“You wouldn’t dare. Santiago would have your badge, right before she called the real cops to haul your ass to jail.”

Dickless let out a bellow of laughter that didn’t bode well. “Santiago? Boy, are you out of the loop Cocktease. The old chief is back in charge of the department.”

“What happened to Chief Santiago?” Neal asked, even as his heart fell into his stomach. The old chief hadn’t been that bad a guy by all accounts, but he was no Santiago. Which Neal would normally consider a good thing, but not now.

Gina Santiago was as much of a joke in her own way as Dickless was, for different reasons. Dickless was an impotent bully with delusions of authority. Santiago had zero experience in law enforcement or security. Instead she had a masters in Gender Studies, and a mother who was the Headperson of the University.

Santiago had made a big speech when she’d replaced the old chief. She was going to turn campus security into a model of modern policing that would serve as the template for city and state departments across the country to emulate. She would root out systematic racism, gender bias, and sexism. She was rather thin on facts as to just how she was going to do that. Sadly, she had the support of at least seventy percent of the student body.

“Where is Santiago? You could say she has a new position that is taking up all her time. On her knees, sucking Chief Hernandez’s dick. I hear he’s put a pet bed in her old office where she can stay when she’s not bringing him coffee, or bending over her old desk so he can fuck that fine ass of hers.”

“I don’t believe you? You’re lying!” Neal protested, while fearing very much that Dickless wasn’t.

“Don’t care!” Dickhead said. He snapped his belt between both of his hands, making it crack like a whip and causing Neal’s ass to clench. “Get on your knees, or I’ll make you, cock-tease.”

“Wait! Wait! I can prove I’m a guy!” Neal said frantically. He lifted up the side of the multilayered skirt he was wearing and hooked his thumbs into the top of his bike shorts. He peeled them down off his legs and kicked them away. Lifting up the front of his skirt he flashed Dickless. “See!” he cried out even as he blushed in mortification. He wasn’t exactly well endowed at four and a half inches, maybe two inches when limp, which he very much was at the moment.”

“Damn, that looks tight. Can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my dick. Maybe after you suck me off, Cocktease.”

Neal looked at Dickless in shock, and then hiked up his skirt even higher so he could look at himself. “No! It’s not possible!” He protested as he saw the smooth bare, very female, pubic mound between his legs. He grabbed at himself but no matter how he searched there was zero evidence he had ever possessed either a cock or a set of balls. He did find that the slit between his legs was real, and was just as sensitive as the oversized-tits he was sporting on his chest. “Ahhhhh,” he involuntarily moaned in mingled despair, and an overload of stimulation, as he hooked a forefinger into his brand new cunt.

“You have to believe me!” Neal begged as Dickless began to undo the fly on his pants. “I’m a boy! It must be the aliens! This must be because of something they did!”

“I’ll have to send them a thank you card,” Dickhead laughed, showing he clearly didn’t believe Neal. “You’re forgetting I’ve met you before, Cocktease, at that nerd convention. I know you’re a girl. And I know what sort of a girl you are. The sort who just loves to get guys all hot and bothered and leave them high and dry Bet you had lots of laughs over the years. But the rules have changed. No more cock-teasing for you, Cocktease.”

Dickless fished his cock out of his pants, causing Neal’s eyes to bulge, not because it was so impressive, but simply because the Dickless wonder was actually going to do this. Not that the bastard’s cock wasn’t intimidating. It might have been under six inches in length but it was thicker than Neal’s wrist and the fat head was even bigger.

“I’m going to tell you one last time, Cocktease. Get on your knees. Or produce a boyfriend.”