JLondon503 commissioned me once again, this time giving me a wonderful prompt to work with. This caption is a little over 3,700 words long and follows an unfortunate cop named Ian who, to his own downfall, will do anything for his job (especially if there's a raise involved)!

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“Good morning Mr. Vale. the police chief wanted you in his office.” Julia greeted Ian as he entered the building. She was an older woman who used to do field work for the department and instead of retiring now worked as the front desk staff for the building.

“Good morning to you as well Julia. Tell Gary I’ll be making my way to his office.” Ian grabbed the collar of his uniform and adjusted it. He had been the department's best officer for a while now and he wasn’t going to let this raise pass him by. He walked by the front desk and pushed through the double doors into the office area of the building as he heard Julia pick up her desk phone and begin ringing their boss. He passed the rows of mostly empty desks and made his way to the back of the office to a door with frosted glass which had ‘Police Chief Gary Hager’ inked onto it.

Ian knocked on the door, waited a moment, and let himself in as the police chief sat at his large vanity desk. “That’s the man I wanted to see!” The police chief stood up from his chair and walked over to Ian, “Please have a seat!” Gary wrapped his arms around Ian’s shoulders as he practically dragged Ian to the chair in front of his desk.

Ian sat down in the chair and watched as Gary half-sprinted back around the desk to his leather chair. “So,” Gary began, “you’ve done a lot for this department Ian and you’re by far my best man on the field.” Gary leaned forwards onto the desk and clasped his hands around each other. “Unfortunately the D.A. doesn’t think the same for the department as a whole so I need to ask a favor from you.”

“Is there a raise involved?”

“If we pull this off we’ll surely get more funding.” Gary lifted his arms from the desk and leaned back in his chair. “But this is going to be covert, you hear me? Top-secret. No one but us will know.”

“What’s the job?”

Gary stared at Ian for a second before continuing in a hushed tone. “There’s too many prying ears here. How ‘bout we head to my place and discuss it without prying ears?”

“That sounds fine sir. I’ll meet you there in a few-”

“No!” Gary suddenly raised his voice before settling back down into his chair. “No, it’ll be better not to wait.” He stood up from his chair and made his way past Ian to the door.

“Sure. No problem boss.” Ian got up and followed the police chief to his cruiser and headed to his house. Now Ian was paid enough to afford a small condo in uptown Larkven City, but that was nothing compared to Gary’s place. They drove through the bustling part of the city and eventually into a small section with multiple gated off homes before pulling through one of the gates. Ian looked out the window as they pulled up the driveway, there was a lot of empty land filled with trees and open grassy hills. AT the end of the driveway looked to be an older building, about two-stories tall, that could’ve been built back in the 50’s or 60’s before the city's population boomed. “How’d you afford a place like this?”

“It pays to be the police chief, son- It also helps that I inherited it!” Gary laughed as turned the cruiser off and exited the car. Ian hopped out of the vehicle and followed Gary into his small estate. The place was rather open and spacious, although it had a lot of clutter. End tables were decorated with vases and old war memorabilia, and the walls littered with paintings of the Hager family as Gary led Ian up to the second floor and into the study. “Here we are!” Gary locked the door behind them, “Away from any unwanted guests.”

Ian wandered the room, taking in the many bookshelves, the large table with papers and manila folders scattered about, and most noticeably a corkboard which spanned across an entire wall. “You sure have been busy! I presume you’ve found something big?”

“Oh boy do I have something big!” Gary stood in front of the corkboard and waved Ian to join him. “Have you heard of Victor Norwal?”

“The guy who owns all those breweries? Yeah I’ve heard of him.”

“Well I’ve suspected that he’s been the ringleader of the notorious underground prostitution ring that runs through the underbelly of this city but I never found any solid proof. You see that punk right there?” Gary pointed to an image of a scrawny young-man that's standing between two women in lingerie. “That’s Victor’s son, Sam Norwal, and he’s been posting some images online of him with recently missing women. He’s our way in.” Gary turned away from the corkboard, looking directly at Ian. “This is our only shot so that’s why I’m asking you and only you. I need you to go undercover, get close to Sam, and get me something that’ll stick this whole thing on Victor. Are you up for the task?”

“I uh- Yes. Yes I’m up for the task. I’m honored that you trust this with me sir!” Ian caught himself stammering.

“That’s what I like to hear!” Gary clapped his hands together and began makings way to the corner where a tall object was draped with a sheet. “I’ve got a new piece of tech that’ll help you go undercover, something about rewriting genomes or whatnot.” He grabbed the sheet and tugged it, exposing the large cylindrical tube to Ian. The tube had a panel with various backlit buttons along it.

“Genome rewriting?” Ian followed behind Gary and inspected the large, metal cylinder.

“Yeah! It’s super useful. It’ll allow us to make minor changes to your body so that while you’re undercover you’ll look completely different. No chance of anyone recognizing you, before or after.”

“I guess… You said this is new tech for this?”

“Of course! It’s perfectly safe!” Gary turned back to the panel and began pushing buttons. “Now you're gonna want to strip down before getting in. Don’t want anything messing with the machine!”

“Yeah… of course.” Ian stripped down into the nude, setting his belongings onto a spare chair before entering the machine. “I’m good to go!” He watched as Gary gave a thumbs up and pushed a button as the door clasped shut, securing Ian inside.

“Now it might feel a bit weird,” Gary shouted through the small window on the machine's door, his voice muffled. “We are essentially editing your DNA so…” WIthout waiting for Ian to respond he pushed yet another button causing the tube Ian was in to begin filling with a thick light blue mist.

Ian couldn’t help but breathe in the mist as the machine filled up with it. The sensation of the mist filling his lungs wasn’t like anything he’d ever experienced before. It felt as if small jolts of electricity sparked further and further into his body as it absorbed through his lungs, starting in his chest and slowly spreading across the rest of his body. The tingling sensation across his skin changed to a dull burning as his body hair fell out and his muscle mass began to dwindle away. His skull cracked with sharp pains as his face reformed itself, becoming thinner. As his skull reshaped itself he felt a wave of dystrophy pass across his groin and as he reached down to find that his dick had been replaced with a plump vagina.

“Gary!” Ian banged his fists onto the window of the machine in a desperate attempt to escape. “Gary!” Ian felt wells of fat begin to form across his ass, hips, and behind his nipples, confirming his fears. “Gary! Somethings wrong COUGH COUGH GARY!” The top of his skull began to itch like crazy as his short black hair fell out and vibrant red hair began to replace it, growing down to his back. “Gary I swear I’m gonna-” The door to the machine popped open sending Ian hurtling to the ground.

“Ha ha. I guess I should’ve given you more details. Oh well.” Gary chuckled to himself as he stood over Ian.

“Yeah. You should have.” Ian said with his new tomboy-ish voice as he covered his new breasts with one hand as he got himself off of the ground. “I thought you were going to make me look like a sleazeball, not some whore!” He twisted his body to get a look at it as one hand covered his groin and the other continued to support his breasts.

“Not a whore,” Gary waved his finger at Ian, “a prostitute! You see, Sam follows a large number of models online and almost all of them tend to be busty redheads.”

“So?!” Ian twisted further, trying to get a good view of his now plump rear.

“So? So I figured the best way for you to get close to him was to draw his attention. Play him up!”

“What!? No!” Ian stopped ogling his own body and directed his attention at Gary. “This isn’t what I agreed to!”

“Well,” Gary said as he powered down the machine, “I’m the only person you know who can use this machine. Plus, the department really needs this Ian! Without this case we’ll be shut down. Please!”

Ian watched as his boss pleaded with him to continue with the job. Plus, the added notoriety from taking down Larkven City’s largest prostitution ring would be nice. Ian sighed, “I guess… I just wasn’t expecting to be working from this angle…”

“Oh thank you Ian!” Gary stopped his pleading and turned around to a suitcase he had laying on a table. “I have everything you need right here. New clothes, a flip phone, your fake I.D., and more about who you’ll be until we bust these bastards.”

Ian grabbed the suitcase from Gary and peeked inside, “I’d appreciate the clothes right now…”

“I’m sure you would!” Gary chuckled to himself once again, “I’ll be contacting you monthly via text for updates on your infiltration. Don’t worry about the data, I have that covered on my end.”

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“God damn that bastard…” Ian, now better known as Nikki ‘Vixen’ Ramone, sat on the bus staring at her flip phone. She’s been doing this damned undercover job for 5 months now and it had been 2 months since Gary had sent him a message. ‘I hope you have something big! D.A. is on our ass.’ That message had been taunting Nikki since she had gotten it, so much so that in her limited free time she went down to her old department just to find an abandoned building. She of course went to the neighboring department and attempted to find any information she could but after getting threatened with being detained the only thing she had found out was that Gary was a disgrace to the LCPD.

She had found a newspaper that read ‘Police Chief Gray Hager arrested for theft of government property and embezzlement’ which meant her one way back was gone. Nikki sighed as she closed her flip phone. She had quickly been accepted as a part of Victor’s prostitution ring, hell it wasn’t the first time someone was desperate for money and came to him. She had put up with dozens of greasy pigs of men having their way with her, groping and squeezing, giving blowjobs, or whatever demeaning fetish they wanted. If they asked she did it and she was quickly noticed by Victor’s son, Sam. I mean, why wouldn’t she? She was attractive, with her F-cup tits, had eye-catching red hair, and her ‘fox’ attitude was just what Sam liked. Hell her attitude and flashy hair was what got her the nickname ‘Vixen’ in the first place. She had even gone as far to get piercings, both on her ears and nipples, as she thought this body wouldn’t be hers for long anyways.

“Hey sugartits, this seat taken?” A gravelly voice pulled Nikki to the present as she looked up and saw an older man leering down at her cleavage.

“Actually,” She looked out the window and noticed that the bus was at her stop, “this is my stop.” She grabbed her purse and was blocked by the man as she tried to leave her seat.

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that, babe.” The man licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Nikki’s cleavage.

“I don’t have time for this.” She ducked under the man's arms, “I have somewhere I need to be.” As she walked away she felt a hard SLAP against her butt as the old man laughed to himself. “Fucking pigs.” She muttered to herself as she exited the bus and began making her way down the street. The sun was setting as she had spent most of her day going to two different police departments and trying to find a convenience store that had a newspaper available.

As she made her way to Vinny’s she saw Gloria, a fellow prostitute, be handed a wad of bills as a man reached his hands around her waist and fished his them underneath her thong and booty shorts. ‘Man, I’m lucky to not be her,’ Nikki thought, ‘she always gets the anal freaks because of her dumptruck ass.’ Nikki shuddered at the idea of having her ass gaped and violated. Having her breasts and nipples squeezed and tweaked by strangers was bad enough, let alone when they would grope her butt.

She made a turn down an alleyway and met up with the bouncer. “You’re late. Vinny wants to see you.” The bouncer moved out of Nikki’s way and let her through into the building. Walking down the halls she passed many rooms, some filled with casks of alcohol and others with women selling their bodies to men, until she got to a door that was guarded by two armed men who let her walk in.

“Ah! There’s my favorite bitch with a scowl.” Victor threw his arms up and walked over to Nikki. “Why the fuck are you late!? Again!”

“I got caught up on the bus,” Nikki avoided eye contact with Victor. “I swear it won’t happen again, Victor.”

“Victor? Victor! Why I- If my boy didn’t have the hots for you I woulda sent you to my brothel in the fucking slums!” Victor screamed into Nikki’s face. “You call me Vinny unless you come into my brewery as a fucking customer!” He turned around and kicked a chair over. “I swear-” He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples before continuing in a much more calm manner, “You aren’t doing street runs tonight. I’ve got a special job for you but!” He turned around and waved his finger at Nikki, “And it’s a big but! If you refuse I will follow through with my last promise! You will never see the light of day from that brothel, capiche?”

Nikki silently nodded in agreement.

“Good.” Victor turned around and began pacing the room, “Now I don’t know what’s gotten into his young, dumb brain but my boy wants you for himself for the next coupla days.” He shook his head and muttered something under his breath. “I don’t care what he fucking wants you to do, if he wants something you give it to him. Capiche?”

“I understand…”

“Good girl.” Victor walked over to Nikki and condescendingly patted her on the head. “Now my son will be here any minute and I-” His attention was turned to the door swinging open. “Speak of the devil, Mah boy!” He pushed Nikki to the side as he hurried over to Sam, giving him a quick bear hug. “Here’s that whore you won’t shut up about! She’s yours for the week eh?”

“Wait,” Sam gently pushed his father away from him, “Really?”

“Yeah! This is the one you like right?” He gestured over to Nikki. “And don’t worry about breaking her,” he nudged his son gently on the side, “do whatever you want with her. Just for you, my boy”

Sam gave his father another hug before making his way next to Nikki where he slipped his hand around her waist, “Let’s get started then.” The both of them made their way out of Victor’s office and began walking down the hallway to the elevator. “You know,” Sam broke the silence, “my room has a pretty nice view.”

“Oh,” Nikki half-responded, “that sounds nice…”

“But,” Nikki felt Sam snake his arm from her waist and up to her back, “I’ve got an even nicer view here.” He reached around and dug his fingers into Nikki’s soft breast.

“Ngh~ I guess you do~” Nikki tried to hold back her moaning as Sam cupped her boob, using some of his fingers to massage her nipples. He continued to tease and toy with her bosom as they rode the elevator to the top of the building, where Sam’s room was. His room was a bizarre mix between your typical young-adults room, immature and still a bit childish, with the added flair of sophisticated decorations such as exotic plants, expensive furniture, and an entire bar along one of the walls.

“Why don’t we get you out of this?” Sam maneuvered his fingers past the hem of Nikki’s romper dress and gently pulled it down, first exposing her tits and followed by the rest of her curvy body. “I see we don’t have any undergarments to worry about~” He purred as he let go of her. “Why don’t you get comfortable on my bed while I make us some drinks?” Nikki obliged as she sauntered over to his bed, sitting down on one of the corners as Sam made his way to the bar. “What do you like?”

“I’ll have whiskey on the rocks.”

“Oh!” Sam pulled out a bottle of whiskey and began pouring two glasses. “I didn’t take you for the whiskey type!” After pouring the drinks he made his way over to the bed where he handed Nikki one. “Cheers!” He clinked his glass against Nikki’ as the two of them downed the straight whiskey. “Agh~ That’s the stuff. Now-” He grabbed Nikki’s empty glass from her and set them aside on the night stand before turning back around and gently pouncing Nikki. “God you look cute underneath me.”

“Psshh, As if.”

“You know,” Sam grabbed Nikki by the wrists and slowly moved her hands above her head, leaning in ever so slightly to her. “I was the one who gave you your nickname. Vixen.” He leaned his face down onto Nikki’s and softly kissed her cheek.

“Was it because of my red hair? How original.” She scoffed as she tried to pull her head away from Sam’s.

Sam chuckled, “I mean… partially.” Sam moved Nikki’s wrists together, passing one to his other hand, now holding them both with one hand. “It’s also because of how you behave.” He moved his now free hand down to her breast and played with her nipple piercing between his fingers. “Your feisty… kind of like a fox too.”

“Oh~!” Nikki let out a small chuckle. “And do you like that?” She felt… strange. She wasn’t normally so turned on by all of this, like she had physical reactions to be toyed with but this was different. She rubbed her legs together as a warmth overtook her lower body, her vagina drooling onto the bed beneath her.

“I do, actually.” Sam lowered his head down, this time a bit lower, as he planted a kiss onto her neck. “Do you want to know why?”

“Why~?” Why was she feeling like this? Unless!

“I love taking strong, dependent, even feisty woman,” Nikki heard a CLICK as her wrists where handcuffed to the beds headboard, “and seeing them squirm. Unable to do anything because my dad’s too much of a threat.”

“Agh~ What’d you put in my drink?” Nikki weakly thrashed against her bindings.

“Just a bit of aphrodisiacs.” With both his hands free Sam continued to assault Nikki’s breast with one of them as the other dragged along her skin, down to her groin, where he roughly pressed two fingers down into her pussy’s mounds.

“Agh~ Oh my~!” Her thrashing stopped as the sensation of being helplessly played with, enhanced by the aphrodisiacs, forced her to arch her back, pressing her body into Sam’s hands. His fingers rubbed up and down her twats lips, slowly spreading them open and shut, as her lust built up inside her. “Oh~! Fuck~! I think- I think I’m gonna~!” As she shouted out in ecstasy, close to reaching a heavenly orgasm, Sam pulled his hands away as Nikki collapsed back onto the bed. “Fuck!”

“Ooh!” Sam taunted Nikki, “We’re gonna have to go over some ground rules. First,” Sam stuck two fingers into her drooling snatch and began plunging them in and out. “I can get you out of doing street runs if you’d like.”

“Agh~ ah~ oh~” SLICK SLICK SLICK

“I could get you a spot as an e-girl. You’d have more control over what you do- oh!” Sam pulled his fingers from Nikki’s pussy as it gripped down onto them. “Not yet!”

“Agh~ Agh~ Fuck~!”

“Now where was I?” Sam pressed his thumb down onto her clitoris and began spinning it as if it was a joystick. “Oh yeah. Anyways, you’d make digital content bring in subscribers," Sam leaned into Nikki’s ear and spoke in a hushed tone, “I could keep an eye out for you.”

“OOooOOHH~ FUUCKK~!”

“But only if you become my plaything.” He pulled his hand away once again as Nikki was thrusting her hips wildly into it.

“Agh~” She pathetically moaned. “I’m so close!” She twisted her shoulders, trying to break free from her metal vices.

“I’ll let you cum, I’ll even treat you nicely, if you agree to be my toy.” He gently pushed his thumb onto her clit before pulling it off again.

“Oh~ Fine! Just let me cum.”

“That’s what I like to hear but,” Sam brought his head up, allowing Nikki to see the devilish grin he was wearing, “my toys cum after I’m done with them.”