The boss has plans for you two

Chapter 10: Taken to the Boss

The cell was a filthy symphony of moans, wet slapping skin, and **** cries. I was still on my back on the bench, legs spread wide, while the big tattooed woman devoured my pussy like it was her last meal. Her tongue flicked relentlessly over my swollen clit as two thick fingers pumped deep inside me. Another “new officer” (a former hooker in a cop’s body) was tit-fucking me hard, his thick cock sliding between Danielle’s massive, oiled tits while I squeezed them together for him.

“Fuck… fuck… I’m gonna cum again,” I moaned loudly in Danielle’s husky voice, hips bucking shamelessly. My male mind was screaming in humiliation, but this slutty body kept betraying me — pussy gushing, nipples rock-hard, back arching like a whore in heat.

That’s when I heard the commotion at the cell door.

My eyes widened as I saw my own body being marched past the cell in handcuffs. Danielle — trapped in my male form — was struggling wildly, eyes locked on the obscene scene inside the cell… specifically on me, getting railed and eaten out in her own curvy body.

“NO! THAT’S MY BODY! YOU FUCKING SLUT, GET OFF HER— I MEAN GET OFF ME!” she screamed in my deep American voice, kicking and thrashing against the two officers dragging her. “Anthony! What the fuck are you doing?! Stop moaning like that! That’s my pussy! MY TITS!”

She looked absolutely furious and horrified, cock visibly straining in my old pants despite herself as she watched her former body getting used like a cheap fucktoy.

I could barely respond — another orgasm ripped through me, making me cry out in a high, feminine wail as I came hard on the woman’s tongue.

Before Danielle in my body could scream more, the officers dragged her down the hallway toward the chief’s office.

I was still panting, thighs shaking, when the cell door opened again.

A huge, muscular male officer stepped in — one of the new swapped ones. He was chewing gum loudly, walking with a swagger like a street thug who’d just won the lottery. His uniform barely contained his broad chest.

“Ey, blondie,” he said in a thick street-urchin accent, snapping his gum. “Boss wants to see you. Now.”

He grabbed me roughly by the arm, yanking me up. My tiny orange top was half-ripped, tits fully exposed and bouncing as he dragged me out of the cell. Cum and my own juices ran down my thighs.

“Boss has big plans, mami,” he laughed, slapping my ass hard as we walked. “You’re gonna love what he’s turning this place into.”

I stumbled in the too-small uniform, tits jiggling wildly with every step, still horny and dazed from the orgasms. Through the hallway I caught one last glimpse of my real body being shoved into the chief’s office.

Whatever Carlos was planning next… it was clearly getting much, much bigger.

And I was being delivered straight to him.

To be continued in Chapter 11…