by Claudia Daye
“Do you?” the one with the crewcut asked.
“Mm hmm,” Anne said, shaking her head eagerly.
He took his baton from his belt and walked towards her.
“She likes it in the ass,” the original cop said. He tweaked both of her nipples.
“Yes, my ass, please,” Anne pleaded.
The cop shook his head incredulously. “You’ve really got something here.”
With the black cop on one side of her, and the muscular cop on the other, they each held one of her legs and lifted her into the air, her legs wide open. The cop with the crewcut worked the tip of the baton into the entrance of her asshole. Once inside, he slid it farther in.
“Oh yes, thank you,” Anne said.
The crewcut cop fucked her ass with the baton, working it up and down. He used his other hand to rub her clit. Anne lay back onto the chest of the original cop. The two holding her stared at her with slackened jaws, barely able to believe what they were seeing. Still, she wanted more.
“My pussy,” she said. “Fill my pussy, please.”
With one hand still at the base of the baton, the crewcut cop used his other hand to plunge two fingers into her pussy. He crooked his fingers, massaging her g-spot.
“You like that?” he asked her, simultaneously working the baton in her ass and his fingers in her pussy.
“More, more,” Anne yelled.
“More?” the crewcut cop said. He looked to the cop behind her.
“This one’s insatiable,” the original cop said.
Crewcut cop shrugged, then inserted his third and forth finger into her. “Is that enough?” he asked.
Anne was starting to feel the inside of her pussy stretch, but still she wanted more. “More,” she said.
Crewcut cop curled his fingers into a fist, then inserted his whole hand into her pussy. Anne threw her head back, overcome with ecstasy. “Yes, that’s it,” she said.
Crewcut cop turned his fist back and forth inside of her as he fucked her in the ass with the baton. Anne could feel his hard knuckles against her flesh. There was a bit of pain, but Anne loved it. He started fisting her harder, thrusting his whole hand in and out of her. Anne’s body was stretching tremendously.
Leaning her head back, she whispered to the original cop behind her. “I need something bigger in my ass,” she said to him.
“Yes, ma’am,” the cop said to her. Holding one arm tight around her waist, he unbuckled his pants. Anne felt his hard cock spring up against her back. “Help me out here, boys,” he said to the other cop.
Crewcut’s fist remained in her pussy as the original cop sat down on the ground. The other two helped lower Anne down onto him. The black cock removed the baton from her ass. Her hole gaped just enough to welcome the original cop’s cock.
His cock was thicker than the baton had been, and after having only been filled with objects, his hard flesh felt amazing. Crewcut cop crouched in front of her, his fist still inside of her while she rode the cock in her ass.
Having both of her holes filled was such a relief. Finally, her craving was being satisfied. She rocked back and forth on the cock as hard as she could. The other two cops towered over her, their large bulges level to her eyes. She licked her lips, peeking up at them. They took the hint and unbuckled their pants, unleashing their cocks.
Anne had trouble keeping her balance with her hands cuffed behind her but she was still able to stuff the thick black cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of it. The black cop placed his hand on either side of her face, then slid his cock further down her throat. Anne discovered she could take more of the cock than she had before, another favorable side effect of her wonderful drug.
Having the cock halfway down her throat filled her with even more pleasure. After sucking him for awhile, she turned to the muscular cop, who plunged his cock deep into her mouth. Anne slid her lips down almost to the base.
The crewcut cop removed his fist from her pussy, his hard knuckles raking against her sensitive flesh. Anne’s whimpers were muffled by the dick stuffed in her mouth. The crewcut cop unbuckled his pants, took his hard cock out, then hovered himself over Anne. He wasted no time in plunging his cock into her pussy.
Though his cock wasn’t as large as his fist, it still filled her nicely, and the head rubbed right against her g-spot. The cops on either side of her thrust back and forth. She could feel the two hard cocks bumping against each other inside of her.
Turning her head to the black cop, she took his cock deep into her mouth, letting it slide down her throat. Anne was in ecstasy. Her body was full to capacity. She’d never experienced such bliss, and it was all thanks to her miracle drug.
“Our turn, man,” the black cop said to the men fucking her.
The muscular cop laid down on the ground and Anne straddled him, lowering her gaping pussy hole onto his cock. The black cop crouched behind her, stuffing his cock into her ass. This left her mouth available for the last remaining cops. They stood in front of her, taking turns plunging their dicks into her mouth as far as they would go.
The cops fucking her showed her no mercy. They thrust hard in and out of her, as if she was nothing but a toy. Her body was theirs to use, and Anne loved every minute of it. Anne allowed her body to go limp, moving with the force of the four men fucking every one of her holes. With her body relaxed, every thrust increased the pleasure within her body.
The men began to fuck her even harder, as if trying to match the strength of each other’s force. Her asshole and pussy were stretched wider than she could have ever imagined, and were taking a beating more intense than she’d ever thought she could handle.
The cocks inside of her banged deliciously together. She swallowed the cock she was sucking so far down her throat she almost choked. The bursts of pleasure came closer and closer to together, until they overtook her, causing her to shudder with orgasm. She moaned with the cock in her mouth. The orgasm intensified when she felt warm cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop, then turned to the other cock.
She flicked her tongue around the head, enjoying the soft ridges. The cop moaned as she unexpectedly swallowed the entire cock in her mouth. He held her by the hair as he fucked her throat. After only a few thrusts, she felt the warm, sticky liquid burst from the head of his cock. Some dribbled out of the side of her mouth, and she tried desperately to lick it up.
Sandwiched between the two cops, one in her ass, the other in her pussy, they fucked her so hard her body flopped like it was a rag doll.
“Oh shit,” the black cop said, as cum exploded into her ass.
Just as he withdrew from behind her, she saw the muscular cops facial features scrunch up, and he too blew his load right into her pussy.
Anne stood on her knees, enjoying the feeling of the cum dripping out of her ass and pussy. She reached down, rubbing her hands in her cum drenched slit.
The original cop stood in front of her as he put his cock back in her pants.
“Are you satisfied now?” he asked.
Anne smiled. “For now.”
The original cop drove her to the lot where he said her car had been towed.
“Don’t worry,” he said, looking back at her from the front seat. “Your fee will be waved.”
As they drove, Anne felt herself changing. It was clear the drug was beginning to lose its effect. She watched in silence as her breasts gradually deflated, her legs became shorter and squatter, and her flat stomach became soft again.
They pulled into the lot next to where her car was parked.
“The keys are in the front seat,” the policeman said, cutting the car engine. He turned around to face her. “Do you think we’d be able to do this again?”
When he looked at her and noticed her changing shape, he grew speechless.
“Maybe,” Anne said.
She rushed out of the back seat. The cop watched in disbelief as she hurried to her car. Once inside, she started the engine and took off.
As she drove, she gripped the steering wheel. Though she’d been another person that night, she vividly remembered everything that had happened. She distinctly remembered the sensation of all of her holes being stretched unnaturally. She was still damp between the legs with cum, and could taste it in the back of her mouth.
Anne shook her head repeatedly, trying to jolt herself back into reality. She couldn’t help the smile that spread permanently across her face. She did want to do that again, and the sooner the better.
She pulled into the parking lot of the lab. As quickly as she could, she ran inside and retrieved her miracle drug. As she ran back to her car, clutching the vile to her chest, she thought,No one needs to know about this. It will be my little secret.
Bike Shop Bimbo
It was sweltering hot in the bike shop. Esther wiped the sweat from her forehead with the greasy rag, then went back to adjusting the valve. She could do this kind of work with her eyes closed. Ever since she was a kid, she’d been interested in motorcycles. Luckily, she grew up next to a junkyard where she had plenty of opportunities to take machines apart and see how they worked.
Even with all of her skill, it was a difficult industry for a woman, and the fact that she barely stood taller than five feet made it harder still. She learned quickly that her attitude needed to make up for her appearance. When the old man that owned the shop died and left it to her, her co-workers had plenty to say about it, she knew, but they’d never dare say it to her face.
Crouching beside the Kawasaki she was working on, sweat kept dripping into her eyes. She stood up on her sturdy legs and glanced around the garage until she found Greg.
“Greg,” she called in her husk voice. “Didn’t I tell you to get that air conditioner fixed?”
Greg held a monkey wrench defensively. “I called the guy. He can’t come in this week.”
“Then call another guy,” Esther said.
“All right. Fine. I will.” Greg bent over the engine he was working on.
“Now,” Esther roared.
Greg straightened up, squinting his eyes at her like he wanted to say something. Esther put her hands on her hips, waiting to hear it. Eventually, he thought better of it, and stomped to the back room to make the call.
“And bring those fans out while you’re back there,” Esther called to him.
“Those things weigh a hundred pounds each,” Greg complained.
“Well, I hope you don’t break a nail, sweetheart,” Esther said.
All the other guys burst into laughter. Greg walked on to the back room, mumbling under his breath. Esther went to get back to work, but was interrupted by someone entering the shop. Looking up, she saw it was Dave, her newest hire.
“You’re late,” she said to him.
“I know, I know, Ms. Esther.” Dave was young and a nervous type.
“You don’t have to call me miss. Just Esther is fine.”
“Right, sorry, Ms. Esther. I mean...Esther.”
“This is the third time this week you’ve been late. What’s the problem, Dave?” Esther said.
“I had a real important appointment,” Dave said.
“What about?” Earl said.
Earl weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds and stood close to six feet tall. Esther considered him her right hand man, though she’d never tell him that. She could also never tell him that she found him attractive, that she often wished it was her his rough hands worked into submission instead of the machines. She could never make herself vulnerable enough to tell him how she really felt and ruin the persona she’d worked for so long to cultivate.
“I’d rather not say what it was about,” Dave said. “It’s personal.”
Earl rolled up his sleeves and walked closer to Dave. “You’re going to tell us.”
Dave was noticeably beginning to sweat. “I had to meet up with this lady I found on the internet.”
Earl laughed, loud and gruff. He slapped Dave hard on the back. “You wanted to get your rocks off before work. Why didn’t you just say so?”
“No, it wasn’t that,” Dave protested.
“Then what the hell was it?” Earl asked.
Esther smiled to herself, content to let Earl handle the situation. Dave, knowing he couldn’t keep any secret, produced a small vial from his pocket. Earl quickly grabbed it from him, holding the vial up to the light.
“Careful,” Dave said. “That’s very expensive.”
“What the hell is it?” Earl asked.
“The lady, she’s a scientist. She makes this drug for women. It’s supposed to...” Dave blushed crimson.
“Go on, spit it out,” Earl said intrigued.
“It gives them the perfect body and makes them real horny,” Dave said. “I thought I’d get my girlfriend to try it.”
Esther and Earl started laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Esther bent over with her hands on her knees. Earl wiped the tears that streamed from his eyes.
“Sounds like you got scammed,” Esther said.
“No, this lady was legit. I swear,” Dave said. “Lots of people on the internet said it worked for them.”
“Bullshit. You’re just another sucker,” Earl said. “Here, Esther, why don’t you try it?” He tossed the vial to Esther.
“Stop, give it back,” Dave said.
Esther eyed the clear liquid in the vial. “How much will you give me if I drink this?” she asked Earl.
“I’ll buy your lunch for a week,” Earl said.
“Done,” Esther said. She unscrewed the top, tipped her head back, and poured the liquid down her throat.
“No,” Dave yelled, but the liquid was already gone.
Esther shook her head at the taste. “Uh, it tastes horrible.” She looked to Dave. “I just did you a favor. Your girlfriend would run for the hills if you came at her with that crazy story.”
Earl patted Dave on the shoulder. “Don’t believe anything you hear on the internet.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Dave said. “Damn, it was expensive though.”
“All right, Dave,” Esther said. “Earl will buy both of our lunches this week.”
“What?” Earl said.
“You heard me,” Esther said, pointing her wrench at him, then went back to the Kawasaki.
Everyone in the garage worked in silence. Esther took a long swig from her water bottle. She was starting to feel dizzy. Thinking it must just be the heat, she kept her head down and kept working. She’d worked through worse conditions than this.
As she was screwing in a bolt, she realized the skin on her hands were beginning to sting. She’d never had a problem with that since she’d developed her calluses, and that was years ago. She pulled her glove off to inspect her hands. What she saw made her think the heat was messing with her mind.
Her hands looked completely different. The rough skin was now soft and smooth. Her fingers were longer and thinner. She stared at them for a long time, turning them over, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Holding her hands out to get a better look at them, she noticed there were other things that weren’t quite right. Her work pants that she usually had to roll up at the hems because they were two long for her now fit like capri pants. She found herself captivated by her slender, delicate ankles. The rest of her clothes also fit like they were made for someone much shorter. Everything was baggier, except for the fabric around her bust line.
The buttons of her work shirt struggled against her now huge breasts. Esther had been a small B cup since her early teens. Now, her breasts stood out like a shelf. All she had to do was touch the top few buttons and her shirt flew open. Her bra looked like the tiniest, most pathetic piece of fabric. She unhooked it and the straps feel down around her elbows. Her newly huge breasts were freed and exposed in all of their glory.
Sweat glistened off of her golden tanned skin. Beads dripped down over her small, pert, pink nipples. The monkey wrench clanged to the ground as she dropped it to fon
dle her breasts. With both hands, she squished the massive things together.
“Esther,” Earl called. “Is everything all right?”
Esther didn’t answer back. She was too entranced with her new body. Sitting on the hard floor of the garage, she shimmied out of her pants. Her legs were like a model’s; long, lean, and tan. She straightened them out in front of her. “Oh!” she said, amazed at her new look.
“Esther,” Earl called. His voice was more urgent now.
“I’m fine, Earl,” Esther called, but her voice sounded different. It was higher pitched and more feminine.
She heard Earl’s heavy footsteps walking toward her, and soon he was towering over where she sat on the ground next to the Kawasaki. When he saw her, sitting there fondling her large naked breasts, his eyes widened to twice there normal size.
“Earl,” Esther asked, tweaking out her pink nipples. “What’s happened to me?”
Earl gulped, then reached out his hand to help her up. Esther inserted her beautiful feminine hand into his and allowed him to assist her. He led her over to a large piece of shiny sheet metal where she could see her reflection.
She looked like a completely different person. In addition to being thinner, taller, and more tan, her once mottled brown hair was now a platinum blonde that hung in loose curls over her shoulders. Her huge breasts were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. They were pert and perfectly round. She couldn’t stop touching them.
As she gazed at herself, she was suddenly hit with an undeniable urge. Quickly, she pulled down her pants and removed her panties, revealing a delicately shaved pussy. Hopping up on one of the nearby choppers, she spread her legs and began rubbing her clit.
For once, Earl was speechless. He just watched her with his jaw nearly hitting the floor. Esther rubbed her clitoris, desperate to scratch the intense itch that had just come upon her. She soon realized that just rubbing her clitoris wasn’t helping. Shoving two fingers into her pussy, she started to finger herself as hard as she could. It felt good at first, but it wasn’t quite enough.
Esther reached over to the nearby table and selected the largest wrench she could find. Turning it around, she inserted the straight, hard metal into her pussy. It was cold against her warm flesh, but it hit her g-spot just the way she wanted.