by Claudia Daye
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Anne crawled into the backseat. The policeman walked around to the driver’s seat and started the engine. As they drove the darkened street, the itch in Anne’s pussy started up again. She bit her lip, writhing in agony. She wanted, needed, to touch herself, but her hands were bound tight behind her. Squeezing her thighs together, she attempted to stimulate her sensitive clitoris, but it was only enough to drive her crazier.
“Officer,” she said. “Please take these handcuffs off. I need to finger myself.”
She saw him smirk in the review mirror, but he said nothing to her. Instead, he picked up his walking talkie. “I’m going to need some backup at fifth and maple. Suspect is in custody and is extremely horny.”
Anne looked down at her fantastic tits, flat stomach, and her aching pussy. It was such a shame she couldn’t touch herself.
“Please, sir,” she said. “This is police brutality.”
He stopped at a stop sign on a quiet street, and turned around to face her. “You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever met,” he said.
The craving was driving Anne crazy. “Please, have mercy on me.”
“Fine,” the officer said. He slid open the glass panes that separated him from the backseat. “Spread your legs.”
Anne obeyed, eagerly, stretching her legs as far apart as she could. Her wet, pink pussy glistened in the streetlights. The officer showed her his baton.
“Where do you want it? Your pussy or your ass?” he said.
“I have to choose?”
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The Bimbo Elixir
It was late at night and Anne was still in the lab. She’d been working on the prototype for months and she knew she’d almost cracked it. After double checking her notes, she turned back to the beaker that held her miracle concoction. The liquid itself looked inconspicuous enough, clear with no reaction to make it fizz over. That’s how she knew she’d gotten it right this time.
This is it,she thought, holding the liquid to the light.This is what’s going to catapult my career.
The elation she felt inside was dispelled by the quiet, darkened lab. She removed her goggles and sat back in her chair. This was it, this time, she just knew it. However, it would still be months of testing on mice, then years still of testing on humans before her new drug would go to market. Anne rubbed her temples, frustrated at how long it would take for her genius to be realized.
She caught her reflection in the stainless steel table. Frays of her stringy brown hair stood up in a halo around her head. Squinting at her small, raised up nose and her pointy chin, she reminded herself of why she’d spent so many years in development of her new drug. It was to help millions of people around the world, but more importantly, it was to help herself.
The drug was conceived as mild antidepressant for people who didn’t suffer from severe depression, but for those who couldn’t help but see the world through gray colored glasses. But it had to be more than just an antidepressant. Anne’s vision was that it would help instill confidence as well. It would help people like her who struggled with what came so easily to others, who glided through life going to parties and holding small talk, who had things to do on the weekends instead of sitting in a darkened apartment in from of the flashing television screen reading science journals.
For years she’d tested and experimented, trying to distill this abstract notion into data, and cold hard facts. Her supervisor hadn’t given her many resources, or assigned many lab techs to help. That was how little he believed in her project. But since Anne often stayed late to work and didn’t grumble about performing tasks that were below her position, the supervisor indulged her passion project and allowed her to work on it as much as she liked.
Anne blew her bangs out of her eyes. The amount of hours she’d put into this were impossible to count, and yet it still wasn’t over. Before she could even think about giving it to a mouse, she’d have to show her notes to her supervisor, who’d probably let them sit on his desk gathering dust for who knew how long before ever giving them a second glance.
The stiffness in her legs was apparent as she stood up. She’d been working too hard, for too long. Right now, she needed to get herself home and pour herself a cup of tea of tea before going to bed. Looking wistfully back at the beaker, she knew it would be years before she’d get to try out her new drug and improve her own life. And by then it might be too late.
It was such a shame, because what she’d longed for all this time was right here in her grasp. She held the beaker in her hand, turning the glass back and forth, and bit her lip.Just one swallow,she thought.That’s all it would take. I could keep notes, keep track of my progress.
But she couldn’t. Not only was it dangerous to ingest an untested drug, it was downright illegal. She could see her supervisor’s face now, red and sweating while he ranted about the FDA already being on his ass.
No, she was much too responsible of a scientist to do something that foolish. She started to place the beaker carefully back on the table, but it was to tempting. Without thinking, raised it to her mouth, tipping it only enough so that a small amount of the liquid coated her tongue.
The taste was bitter, nearly causing her to spit it out. Her hands started to shake. She wasn’t the kind to break the rules. Her heard pounded and her breath came more rapidly.
Okay, okay,she thought.Now I need to wait for half an hour and see if I have any reaction. Where’s my notepad?
She searched around her workspace for her notepad. Once she found it, she sat back down, pen in hand, ready to jot down any symptoms that may come up. Glancing at her watch, she saw it had been two minutes since she’d ingested the substance.
Twenty-eight more minutes to go.
Trying to keep herself occupied, she tapped the pen on the table. After what seemed like an eternity, she glanced back at her watch.
Twenty-seven minutes to go.
She went back to tapping her pen on the table. Her attention slowly returned to the beaker that sat beside her. Without any consideration, she grabbed the beaker and gulped down half of the liquid.
“What have you done?” she asked herself while she drove home. “You idiot. What if this makes you sick, or worse?”
She stopped at a stoplight and glanced at herself in the mirror.
“My eyes are glassy,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s starting.”
The light turned green and she slowly pressed the accelerator. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
“You’re fine. Don’t start imagining things.”
But she was starting to feel strange. She could’ve sworn her seat felt like it was getting closer to the steering wheel. As she reached down to adjust her seat, her breasts wedged up against the steering wheel.That’s funny,she thought. Her small breasts were never prone to getting in her way.
Now more comfortable, she went back to worrying.The ramifications of this could be devastating. I could lose my credentials, and... and hmmm, I’d love to find a huge cock that could stuff all my holes.
She stopped at another stoplight. When the light turned green, she realized she hadn’t been thinking about anything at all. She looked down and saw she was fondling her own breasts. Instead of her small half a handful, her tits were as round and large as cantaloupes. She smiled as she massaged her tits, enjoying the firmness of them.
Horns began beeping around her since she still hadn’t moved at the green light, but Ann
e barely noticed. She was too distracted by her changing shape. The pants she wore no longer fit right any more. They’d grown too short and baggy around her waist. Putting the car in park, she pulled her pants off, and what she saw made her eyes widen in surprise.
Her legs were longer and leaner. The skin, once pale and swallow, now had a golden glow. She caught her reflection in the rearview mirror and found her face looked completely different. Gone was the dull brown hair. Her locks were a sparkling blonde, longer and thicker than before.
The beeping from the cars behind her grew wilder. Anne didn’t even notice when the light turned back to red. An itching between her legs caused her to squirm in her seat. She quickly removed her full sized panties, pulling them down around her ankles. Even her pussy was different. It was shaved completely clean, and when she touched a finger to her slit, she found that it was slippery wet.
The urge to be filled hit her suddenly. She slipped her finger between her pussy lips, feeling her engorged clitoris. Hungrily, she inserted one, then two fingers inside of her pussy, trying to scratch that itch. But her fingers weren’t nearly big enough. She plunged three, then four fingers inside of her pussy, and she still wasn’t satisfied.
Frustrated motorists yelled obscenities at her and flashed her the middle finger as they sped by. Anne didn’t pay them any attention. She was too busy frantically looking around the car for something big enough to fill her the way she craved.
Then she saw the gear shift. With giddy excitement, she squeezed her huge hits, mashing them together, then climbed out of her seat to straddle the console. She spread her pussy lips apart, then lowered herself onto the gear shift. The top of the gear shift was round and bulbous, like the head of an enormous cock. She eased it into her pussy, which proved not to be very difficult since she was dripping wet.
“Ahhh,” she said, as she lowered herself down, plunging the gear shift deeper inside of her. Her eyes closed with relief. Finally, her craving was being satisfied.
She rocked her hips forward, then back. The gear shift was large and stiff, just what she wanted. Playing with her nipples, she moaned softly as she fucked the car. Cars continued to speed around her. As the drivers hung out of the window to flip her off, their jaws would slacken when they saw her through the window. Some would come to a complete stop. There were many near accidents.
Anne placed her hand on the seat behind her, leaning back so the gear shift slammed into her g-spot. Her eyelids fluttered in ecstasy, but her pleasure was interrupted by a tapping on the window.
She turned to see a policeman looking at her through the window, his eyes squinted in disbelief.
“Thank God,” Anne said. She reached over and rolled down the window. “Officer, I need your help.”
“Wh-what can I do for you, ma’am?”
“Your baton,” she screamed. “Give me your baton.”
Not taking his eyes off of her, the policeman felt around his belt until he located his baton. With shaking hands, it handed it to her through the window.
“Oh, thank you, sir,” Anne said.
She held the slender baton in both hands, then brought the tip to her mouth. Making a seal with her lips, she inserted it as far into her mouth as she could, making sure to moisten it. Leaning forward, she reached back with the baton, then plunged it into her asshole.
Anne was in ecstasy. The large gear shift filled her pussy, and now this stiff baton filled her ass. Her eyes were heavy with relief as she looked at the policeman.
“Oh, thank you so much, sir.”
The policeman gulped, then cleared his throat. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to come with me.”
He opened the car door and held his hand out to her. Anne squared her hips forward, and stubbornly stayed in her position.
“Ma’am,” the officer said again.
Anne’s upper lip began to quiver. Whimpering, she looked to the officer with pleading eyes. Then, she noticed the biceps bulging through his uniform. She ran her eyes up his tall, broad form. Maybe what he hid is his pants was just as big and strong. She extended her hand to him, and allowed him to help her off of the gear shift. She shivered with delight as the bulbous head exited her pussy.
Naked from the waist down, and her huge tits hanging out of the top of her shirt, she stood next to the officer on the asphalt.
“My baton,” the policeman said, holding out his hand.
“Boo,” Anne said, reaching back and removing the baton from her ass.
The policeman took the baton from her, studying it with a smile before returning it to his belt. Before she knew it, he turned her around, squishing her tits up against the car window, and slapped handcuffs on her wrist.
“Oh, fun,” Anne giggled.
He led her with her hands behind her back to his car. Traffic had come to a complete stop now. People hung out of their car windows gawking and snapping pictures of this half naked bimbo being led away my the police.
Anne crawled into the backseat. The policeman walked around to the driver’s seat and started the engine. As they drove the darkened street, the itch in Anne’s pussy started up again. She bit her lip, writhing in agony. She wanted, needed, to touch herself, but her hands were bound tight behind her. Squeezing her thighs together, she attempted to stimulate her sensitive clitoris, but it was only enough to drive her crazier.
“Officer,” she said. “Please take these handcuffs off. I need to finger myself.”
She saw him smirk in the review mirror, but he said nothing to her. Instead, he picked up his walking talkie. “I’m going to need some backup at fifth and maple. Suspect is in custody and is extremely horny.”
Anne looked down at her fantastic tits, flat stomach, and her aching pussy. It was such a shame she couldn’t touch herself.
“Please, sir,” she said. “This is police brutality.”
He stopped at a stop sign on a quiet street, and turned around to face her. “You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever met,” he said.
The craving was driving Anne crazy. “Please, have mercy on me.”
“Fine,” the officer said. He slid open the glass panes that separated him from the backseat. “Spread your legs.”
Anne obeyed, eagerly, stretching her legs as far apart as she could. Her wet, pink pussy glistened in the streetlights. The officer showed her his baton.
“Where do you want it? Your pussy or your ass?” he said.
“I have to choose?”
“Choose,” he said, pointing the baton at her.
“Fine. My pussy.”
The policeman put the car in park, then turned around in his seat. Wielding the baton, he reached out and touched the tip to her clit. Electricity shot through Anne’s body. She flung her head back. He moved the tip of the baton down to the opened of her pussy. Adjusting himself so he could reach further, he worked it further inside of her a little at the time.
“More, more,” Anne cried.
“Yes, ma’am,” the officer said, then plunged the baton deep inside of her.
“Yes,” Anne said. She scooted her hips down, taking more of the baton.
The policeman bore the baton harder against her g-spot, his greedy eyes watching her perfect tits as she ground into it. Anne was delirious with pleasure. She rocked her hips up and down, her only intention to bring herself to orgasm.
She raised her head and looked him in the eye. “Harder,” she said.
The policeman raised himself onto his knees, thrusting the baton in and out of her. Finally, Anne felt what she so desired. Tendrils of pleasure originated in her pussy and shot through her body. She was starting to sweat from the intense sensation. Then, she felt herself getting close. She worked her hips harder against the baton, getting closer and closer, until the orgasm exploded through her. Her hips were elevated for a moment as her body succumbed to the ecstasy. She lowered herself back down, panting and smiling.
The policeman removed the baton from her pussy. A small amount of liquid gushed out of he
r. He watched her as she sat there smiling, her legs splayed open.
“Is that all?” Anne asked.
“It’ll have to hold you for now,” he said. “But don’t worry. We’ll get you taken care of.”
Though it was difficult, Anne tried to be patient. After what seemed like an eternity, the policeman pulled over and cut the engine. Anne sat up straight. Her hard nipples pointed straight out.
The policeman helped her out of the car. They were on an empty street in front of a warehouse. The policeman stood a foot away from her, able to admire her body in it’s entirety for the first time.
“Damn,” he said.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Anne asked.
“Soon,” he said.
He reached out, wrapping his hand around one of her tits and squeezed. “Perfect,” he said. “Come on,” he said.
Still handcuffed, Anne followed him into a nearby alley. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was able to make out the large, foreboding figures of three other men. All wore cop uniforms. One was bald and black, another with a crewcut, and the last with muscles that bulged so thick he looked more like a male stripper than a real cop.
“What do we have here?” the black cop asked.
“You guys aren’t going to believe this one,” the policeman said.
Anne smiled brilliantly looking at them all. She jumped up and down in her horny frenzy, causing her tits to bounce. “Oh, please, fuck me now,” she said.
The muscular cop stepped forward. “I thought you’d never asked.”
All four men circled around her, stroking their cocks through their pants. Anne licked her lips, watching the huge bulges form. They stood closer to her, their hands exploring her body. They were driving her almost to hysteria, squeezing her breasts, licking her nipples, and slipping their fingers into her slit. With her hands still cuffed behind her, she was totally at their mercy, which was just how she wanted it.
The policeman who’d brought her here stood behind her with his arms around her waist. “She likes batons,” he said.
