Sting operation

“Alright. So now, my CI. What sort of pill did Luke sell you?” Rogers asks.

You're still reeling from the intense fucking, but the mention of the pill snaps you out of your sexual haze. You scramble to remember the details, your bimbo-brain struggling to piece together coherent thoughts. "Bimbo C-Clone pill," you manage to say, your voice still breathy from your orgasm. “24 hours. Unless. I get pregnant?” That didn’t seem so bad. Its funny. After a thorough fucking its a little easier to think but your thoughts are very much affected by the pill and your new physiognomy.

Officer Rogers nods, his expression serious. "That's right. The pills are designed to wear off after 24 hours, but if you get pregnant, the effects become permanent." The words hang in the air like a dark cloud, sending a shiver down your spine. The thought of being stuck as Becky, a bimbo slut for the rest of your life, is both terrifying and thrilling. But the risk of pregnancy is real.

“I need you to buy a black market plus pill from him. That way i can get him on a felony… trafficking in 24 hour pills is nothing. But plus pills. That’s serious.” Rogers says.

You frown as you see Carly at the open window. She can hear everything and is filming with her mobile device. “You want me to go back to the Broken Drum and buy a plus pill from Luke?” You say loud enough for Carly to hear. “Those black marketeers are ruthless. If they know I betrayed one of them they’ll make an example out of me.” Luke would have friends. People who crossed pirate x-change traffickers tended to end up on plus clone pills in brothels or worse. Sometimes zoos…

“You seem like the type that might enjoy that. Let me worry about his friends. You worry about him. You’ll have a wire and I’ll be right outside.” He says.

“And if I don’t cooperate?” You ask.

“I’ll fuck you for the next 24 hours. You’ll probably get pregnant and stuck like that. Then I’ll arrest you and you’ll go to jail… you’ll have the baby and social services will take it,” he grins and shrugs. “It’s your choice…”

You’re just smart enough to know it’s not a choice. “This sounds like **** to me… i want something in writing,” you say.

“Now Becky, I’m hurt. I’m trying to help you. You just need to help me. Paperwork can be so messy,” Rogers says with mock indignation. “Besides once you come down off this little post orgasmic high of rational thought you’ll be horny and eager to obey.”

“I’ll… tell Luke.” You emphasis the words tell Luke. Your eyes flicker to Carly and she gets it.

“No. You won’t. If you do that I’ll cut bait and leave you to them - you’ll be a loose end for Luke to deal with in a week ora month. You’re right. You dont want to cross these guys without protection. You have some bimbo clothes somewhere round here right?”

You nod, the reality of the situation sinking in. You look at Carly. She heard. She knows - she gives you a thumbs up and leaves to tell Luke. "Okay, okay. I'll do it," you say, your voice small and meek. The thought of being stuck as Becky forever sends a shiver down your spine, but the fear of jail time is even more daunting. You stand up, your legs wobbly from the intense orgasm, and make your way to the bedroom to find something to wear. You know you need to look the part for this undercover operation.

You rummage through your closet, finding a tiny pink dress that you hadn't worn since your last use of X-change a year ago. It barely fits your new, curvy frame, but you manage to squeeze into it. The fabric clings to your massive tits and round ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. You pair it with high heels that make your legs look even longer and sexier than they already do. You look in the mirror, and the bimbo staring back at you is incredibly hot. You can't believe you're about to do this.

But you have ****. You need to ensure that you don't get knocked up, not now, not ever. You grab your purse and make your way back to the living room, where Officer Rogers is waiting, a knowing smile on his face. He watches you sashay across the floor, your new body moving in ways you never thought possible. "You're going to be the best CI I've ever had," he says, his voice dripping with lust.

You nod, trying to ignore the way your pussy clenches at his words. You're still high from the pill, your thoughts a jumble of fear and arousal. You need to focus. Rogers thinks you need to get this plus pill from Luke and get out. But if Carly tells Luke then you need Luke to deal with Rogers… You have to follow Rogers’ instructions. You put on the wire and adjust the tiny microphone in your cleavage. You can feel it, nestled between your massive tits, and hope it won't fall out.

You drive with Rogers to the Broken Drum, the neon lights of the seedy bar beckoning you like a siren's call. Rogers waits in the car, listening to the microphone as you get out. You smooth your dress and your heart races as you push open the door. The place is packed with the usual suspects. You spot Luke at the back, his eyes scanning the room with a practiced ease. He sees you and waves, a grin spreading across his face. You wiggle over, your hips moving in an exaggerated sway that makes your tits bounce. You're playing the part of the dumb bimbo to a T, and it makes your stomach turn. You see Carly at the bar and ignore her.

“Hey. I bought a pill from you an hour ago. I want a plus. I’m sold on being a bimbo.” You say.

“I don’t have those kind of pills… maybe we could talk in my car… I have something you might like though…” Luke says evasively.