Car park doublecross

"Show me your cash first. A plus will cost three thousand," he tells you

“Ok,” you show him the cash Rogers gave you. If Carly told him about Officer Rogers then this might be a trap. For you or more likely officer Rogers.

You follow Luke out of the bar, trying to keep your balance in your heels. His car is a big silver Humvee, parked illegally on the side of the street. You get in, and he leans over, his hand sliding up your thigh. "You're a hot piece of ass, Becky," he says, his voice a low growl. "If you take a plus pill I wouldn't say no to being your sugar daddy. You seem to be holding yourself together pretty well. Those urges are uncontrollable unless you’ve been getting a good meat injection regularly. Who have you been fucking?" He asks, suspecting the answer. You shiver, playing the part of a Bimbo with no effort as he pulls back a panel on the drivers door to reveal a bag of pink pills.

There is a tap on the window and you look up to see Rogers, service revolver in one hand pointed at Luke, badge against the window in the other. Luke grins as he reads the badge. "Sorry Officer Roger’s. That glass is bullet proof. The door panels are reinforced steel plate. You'll need a bit more than that little pea shooter to get at me in here..."

Suddenly a big black guy and three other guys of his crew emerge from the alley, automatic pistols trained on Rogers. "Whoa... I surrender." Rogers said, arms up.

"Dredd, good to see you!" Luke grins as Dredd tales Rogers’ pistol. Dredd was a regular at the bar and his crew were a group of well dressed black guys. Kindof handsome. No. Not kindof. They were all very fuckable!

Luke opens the door and steps out, holding his stash of pink pills. “You sent Becky here to buy a bimbo plus pill…” Luke says as he produces a pill. His grin widens as he gives Rogers the pill. “There you go. Take it. It’s what you wanted…”

“Oh fuck no! I’m not taking one of those!” Rogers says in terror, eyes searching for a way out.

Dredd cocks his gun. “We’re not asking. We’re telling. Time to swallow your medicine you dirty cop… we won't ask nicely a second time.” Dredd chuckles.

Officer Rogers sweat is beading on his forehead as he looks at the pill, his eyes wide with fear. You watch in horror as he’s **** to swallow it, the grin on Luke's face growing wider by the second. The pill slides down his throat, and you know he's sealed his fate. He's going to turn into a bimbo just like you. But it's a plus pill!

"Good boy," Luke says, patting Rogers on the cheek. "Now, let's get you comfortable." He gestures to the back of the car, and you watch as the policeman is pushed into the back seat. The door slams shut, and you're left standing there, trembling. You know what's coming next. The transformation is going to be swift and intense.

You hear a click, and the locks engage. The pill is already working its magic, and you can see the fear in Rogers' eyes as his features start to soften, his body begin to shift. His shoulders round, his hips widen. You can’t see it but you know his cock is forever shrinking away, replaced by a small, wet pussy. “Now what am i going to do with you?”