Exposing a Monster

I gently pinched each of my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers causing my body to pulse around the officer, and he smirked. "Well now, that would be a treat."

Refusing to move my hips, I sighed to myself while I rubbed my breasts, pushing them together, and gently running my fingers over my nipples. My officer groaned, and I felt his body relax while he settled himself against the bedcovers while he watched the show I was putting on for him. The look on his face softened, but the fire in gorgeous hazel eyes magnified, and I squirmed under his lustful gaze.

Wanting to add to my pleasure, I let one of my hands slowly fall from my breast to my hip; my fingers gently tapped against my skin on their journey until then reached their destination. I put two of my fingers to my clit, and without moving my hips to encourage my officer, I began to move my fingers in small, deliberate circles against my swollen clit. My inner muscles immediately responded, and pulsed against his hard cock buried deep in my body.

My officer groaned, and tried to thrust his hips upward. I removed my other hand from my breast, grabbed a hold of his thigh just behind me, and drug my nails into his skin until I felt him try to pull back away from me and push himself back into the bed. "Lay still, and enjoy." I growled at him. I released my nails from his thigh when he nodded slightly, and then refocused my attention back to my clit.

I felt my body jump against his, and his cock throbbed against my inner muscles in response. My muscles pulsed back against him, and I moaned, enjoying the sensation of my soaked pussy echoing his desperation for fulfillment. The only time my hips moved, were when I was unable to stop my body from subconsciously twitching against my officer, but any time I felt him move under me—subconsciously, or consciously—I dug my nails even deeper into the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs until he stopped. Every time I felt his cock twitch or throb deep in my body, my inner muscles would tighten and pulse harder around him.

My breathing became erratic. The muscles in my thighs began to burn being stretched out around the massive width of my officer for so long, and my legs trembled around him, but I did not focus on either element. I just kept my attention on the movements of my fingers against my clit, and the response of my inner muscles dancing around the officer's cock as a result.

I felt my body push itself to its limit, but then, I annoyingly felt my body plateau and cease to continue to build up to my release. A small whimper escaped from the back of my throat, and my officer smiled.

"Oh, you are so close," he teased me maliciously, "I can feel it." My muscles tightened around him, but only to mock me. They released him again, tightened around him once more, and then released, making me even more desperate to feel myself cum on his throbbing cock. "Come on, baby, cum on your toy cock." He began to coach me lovingly. Fuck, I wish I could keep this one for a playmate. "You were right baby, it's not all about me. I want you to be happy too. This game might have been selfish, but I want to make sure you're happy as well. Becca, baby, please. Use me however you need to baby. What do you need?"

I could almost love this stupid bastard. Hearing my officer's confession helped dissolve any resistance my body held, and I surrendered to a massive orgasm. My hips thrusted wildly, fucking my officer's throbbing cock while my inner muscles pulsed and tightened, causing me to moan loudly.

"That's it, baby!" My officer called up at me triumphantly. "Oh, fuck, Becca. Cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock, baby."

I had to remove my fingers from my clit, the sensation became so overpowering, and feeling my body lean forward, I caught myself by reaching out for his chest instead. I sat there, twitching atop of him, panting, while my officer beamed with pride.

"You really came." My officer sang joyously. "Fuck, Becca, it has been far too long since I've felt you honestly cum for me. Think you can cum again?" He teased, thrusting his hips upwards into my trembling body, which had returned to an annoying plateaued stage of heightened arousal.

"What the hell." I smirked with a small shrug, marveling over my body's refusal to recover. I dug my nails into his chest, steadying my shaking body, and drew more blood from my officer, but he did not stop thrusting his hips into mine. "Feels like I might."

"So then, undo the cuffs, and allow me to try." He groaned smugly while settling back into the bed, and ceasing his thrusting.

I shook my head. "And let you fuck this up for me? Not a chance." I laughed.

The gorgeous eyes of my officer betrayed him, and showed me just how deeply my remark had cut into him. "Becca, sweetheart—"

"It's 'sweetheart' now is it?" I cut him off, and he frowned at me. "Fuck toys are supposed to be silent." I mocked him with a cruel smile while I sat back on his hard cock. "Now shut the fuck up, or I'll gag your stupid ass." I felt his cock twitch anxiously, and my muscles pushed back against him while my smile grew.

"You only came because of what I said." He growled, frustrated.

"Partially true." I moaned, circling my hips, and feeling his cock start to stretch the taut muscles of my pussy post orgasm.

"Please let me." My officer groaned, pulling at his cuffs, and grinding his teeth together to hold himself back while I began to rock my small body up and down the length of his hard cock.

"When was the last time you felt innocent, little Becca fuck you?" I mocked my officer; quickening my pace. After a moment of serious contemplation, he shook his head, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily in delight. "Then shut up, and enjoy feeling me fuck you." I giggled, enjoying my own personal joke at his expense.

I returned my fingers to my clit, and my body twitched violently from the contact causing us both to groan unexpectedly. I had to stop my rocking for a brief moment to catch my breath, but once my body stopping trembling, I continued to trust against him with a renewed vigor that made him gasp. Feeling my body edge the precipice of release once more, I bit my lower lip, and forced my body to fuck him harder while my fingers tortured my clit into submission.

"Oh, that is such a good cock." I moaned, and my inner muscles pulsed against him, desperate for me to cum again. "Do you enjoy being my little fuck-toy, Officer Martin?"

"You know I do." He whispered. This body may enjoy her clitoral stimulation, but I still needed some mental play to push me over the edge again. Without stopping my hips from working his throbbing cock, I removed my fingers from my clit, and smacked him hard across the face.

"What the fuck, Becca?!" He yelled in pain.

"Did I tell you, you could speak?" I gasped, pretending to be offended. I watched him glare at me, but without faltering in my movements, eventually, he relaxed again, and even smiled. "Now," I smirked, "do you enjoy being my little fuck-toy, Officer Martin?"

I waited for him to nod, but instead, he defiantly smirked back at me. "Yes." He muttered, and I smacked him across the face on the same side again. "Having fun?" He growled while his pulsing cock thrashed inside of my body.

Noting the red handprint on his cheek, I put my hand to his mouth and pressed my fingertips against his lips. The force of my fingers made him open his mouth, and when he did, I forced my middle and ring fingers into the back of his mouth, trying to push them even further to reach his throat. He coughed around my fingers, and glared angrily at me, but his pulsing cock encouraged me to continue to fuck him even harder. I forced the rest of fingers into his mouth, feeling his tongue try to push them back past his lips while he choked.

"That's it...get them nice and wet for me." I removed my ring finger and pinky from his mouth, and then forced my remaining fingers back down his throat. "Be a good little bitch, and suck them for me." I giggled while repeatedly pulling my fingers back to lips, only to force them back down his throat each time I did so. His eyes glowed in rage, but he obeyed. "Let's see..." I removed my fingers from his mouth, and he gasped loudly for air while I held my fingers up to my face, and visually inspected them. "Nope," I frowned, pretending to be more disappointed than I was, "not wet enough."

I lowered my hand to his mouth once more, and my officer pressed his lips together, curling his lips inward around his teeth. "Oh, bad idea." I laughed, smacking the back of my hand against the underside of his jaw, and effecting making him bite down on his own lips. My officer groaned in pain and scrunched his eyes shut, but he kept his mouth closed, and panted through his nose. "You're really bad about learning your lesson the first time, aren't you?" I laughed while repeatedly tapping my hand against the bottom of his chin.

He screamed against his closed lips, and eventually, opened his mouth for me. I rewarded him by shoving my fingers down his throat while I quickened my pace even more, and fucked him harder. "Now, let's see." I removed my fingers from his mouth, ignoring the aggravated choking noises that he made between his breathed cries. I visually inspected my fingers again, and then returned them to my clit; causing my body to tremble in pleasure against him.

His eyes filled with lust even though he snarled at me, and seeing the conflicting emotions in his face drove me wild. I felt my body start to waver once more, and my officer smiled though his snarl. He waited until I closed my eyes, and my body stiffened. "That's it," he growled at me, "such a good little badge-bunny bitch. Fucking cum on my cock, like the good little cop cock slut that you are."

If I could have stopped myself, I would have, but he had waited until my release to pull that stunt. My eyes sprang open in shock and I gasped at the audacity of the man beneath me, but my muscles refused to obey me, and I came regardless of his words. He laughed triumphantly while I groaned through gritted teeth, angry at my body while it twitched and shook against his throbbing cock.

"Such a good little girl." He mocked me, victoriously, and I slapped him hard across the face again. He laughed at me. Had I any kind of weapon at my disposal, I would have ended him right then, and though I briefly considered legitimately choking the bastard, I reminded myself of my plan. I could easily visualize my petite hands trying desperately to fit across his neck, but I stopped myself from wringing his thick neck, and instead, put even more effort into my thrusting to end our little game as soon as possible.

"Oh fuck, Becca, you've gotta stop, baby, or you're going to make me cum." He groaned.

"Isn't that the point?" I laughed, and dug my nails from both of my hands into his chest once more. I might not be able to kill him yet, but ensuring I had enough material to work with would be prudent, surely.

He hissed at the pain of my nails drawing even more blood from his skin, and then looked confused. "You usually make me grab a rubber."

"But you said," I pouted playfully while mocking him in turn, "that you were going to have a nice big load for your little badge-bunny, and I am such a 'cop cock slut,' that I want to feel all of it. Don't you want to cum in the tight little pussy officer, sir?"

"Are you fucking serious?!" My officer gasped, astonished, and I nodded while quickening my pace. "Oh fuck, baby, we are never fucking any other way other than this ever again."

I laughed at the look of joy in his gorgeous eyes. His hips began to buck up to meet my thrusts once more, encouraging me to ride him even harder now that he knew he did not need to hold himself back from finishing.

"You really wanna feel me cum inside you?" My officer asked ecstatically, closing his eyes tightly as though he were in pain once more.

"Shut the fuck up, and do it." I growled maliciously, doubting that his girlfriend had ever given him this kind of satisfaction before.

He opened his eyes again, and the lust in his eyes that greeted me, sent a small shock through my body. "Becca," he gasped, "I love you." He gritted his teeth, then and screamed for me while his cock pulsated deep inside my tiny body. He threw his body off the bed to try to pound his hips into mine, and feeling the first spurt of his cum erupt while I retraced the path of my nails across his chest with open palms, I joined his screams as the mind-numbing pain started to trickle through my body.

My officer seemed blissfully ignorant that my screams had continued even though I tossed myself off of him, and had stood from the bed. Growing was always so much more painful than shrinking, and changing sexes meant complete changes in anatomy. Transitioning to his girlfriend had been relatively easy; the discomfort of my last double's curvaceous frame deteriorating into Becca's petite one was tolerable enough to sleep through, but gaining well over a foot in height, and literally doubling in mass meant serious pain even before organs became involved.

I fell back into the bed, and was only vaguely conscious of Officer Martin's screaming, or of his attempts to try to free himself of his cuffs once more. I have never forced myself to watch a transition, so I could only imagine what the stages of his tiny girlfriend morphing into his spitting image would look like for him. My senses gave out, and as my hearing returned, I focused on his panicked whimpering to sharpen my sense of sound.

"What the fuck, how the fuck, who the fuck?!" He kept repeating, and I started mouthing along with him in time to take my mind off of the constant pain I was still experiencing.

"What the fuck?!" We spoke simultaneously, but my voice was still that of a woman's. "How the fuck?!" We spoke together, and this time my voice deepened. "Who the fuck?!" He went silent in shock after hearing us speak as one in perfect pitch.

"I really fucking hate new vocal chords." I growled angrily through gritted teeth, with a scratchy version of the officer's voice, while fighting off the pain in the back of my throat.

"You look like me!" The cuffed officer cried in terror, and I nodded. "You sound like me!"

"No I don't," I tried laughing, "I don't whine nearly as much as you do."

He looked back at me in an awe-filled shock which made me laugh in earnest. I felt my body was still shaking violently while certain muscles were still stretching under my new skin, and so I decided against trying to move just yet. After watching me, seemingly comatose, the cuffed officer finally came to his senses. "Where's Becca?!" Feeling my head swim in a tumultuous migraine, I cursed myself for rolling my eyes. "I need to see her!" He shouted at me from his trapped position on the bed.

"You two will be together again very soon," I reassured him, "just, not in the way that you were hoping for."

"You're a monster!" He spat at me.

I laughed, and nodded, hating myself for the movement as it aggravated my migraine more. "I know." I breathed. When I turned my head to face him, the officer's eyes had swelled to the brink of tears, and the sight took my breath away; even in dismay, his hazel eyes were absolutely gorgeous. The thought that his eyes were now my eyes crossed my mind, and excited over this epiphany, I forced myself to stand and look for a mirror. I found one in the closet, and catching the sight of my new form through his eyes seemed familiar in a way.

I tried to remember back to the last time I had doubled someone with hazel eyes, and could not think of one singular form. I usually chose forms with blue or green eyes, but when they did have brown eyes, the color was never so elaborate. I seemed to recall trying to avoid hazel eyes for some time.

Even though he managed to hold back the impending tears, the officer was making loud sobbing sounds, and his sniveling noises were starting to irritate me. I walked over to the side of the bed, and he turned his face away from me and closed his eyes so as not to look at me while I leaned over the bed and placed my hands flat on the bedding. "How could you?" He choked.

"I told you mister officer, sir," I mocked him, "there is something about our eyes that made me want our body. That reminds me though...what's our first name?"

"Go to hell." He growled.

"Fun fact," I sighed, "this life that we're all living now? This is hell, complete with all manner of demons, and your own personal hell is what you make of it. Have fun with that being one of your last thoughts."

"So then what's next?" He whimpered, and I laughed.

"Literally? I'm going to knock you out, take your clothes, go find your barely there girlfriend and stick her in bed with you, and then using one of her silk scarves I see hanging in the closet, I'm going to set a fire that will look like a common electrical fire. Then, I'm going to take that police cruiser off your hands, seeming how I know that was a concern for you earlier. Oh, and that belt of yours with all the cute toys stuffed into it, like our gun, and our taser? You guessed it: I'll be taking care of that for you too. And as for what happens next spiritually?" I chuckled. "That shit's on you, buddy."

"Becca's alive?!" The office exclaimed, turning to look at me.

I nodded, then shook my head, and then alternated between nodding and shaking my head whiling moving my head in large circles, enjoying the pitiful look of sorrow on the officer's face be replaced by blind rage while I stretched the muscles in my thickening neck. Again, he tried to pull himself free from the headboard, thrashing his body against the bed, and kicking his legs at me.

"If the cover story is going to be that you are both going to die in bed in an electrical fire due to some freak kink accident, then I need you both to asphyxiate on the smoke from said fire, at the same relative time. Fuck, you suck as a cop!" I shouted at him. I paused for a moment, and looked down over the bulging muscles of my new body. "Sorry about that," I chuckled, "all the new testosterone hasn't been regulated yet. That may have been uncalled for, but the point still stands: I made a better Becca for you, and by the sounds of it, it's going to be pretty easy to be a better you, too."

"You sonovabitch! I'll kill you!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." Nothing I have not already heard countless times before. Angry at myself once more for the heinous mistake, and tuning out his screaming, I stretched my fingers in both of my new hands, before cracking my knuckles in both hands in turn. I rolled my shoulders, and then stretched out the new length of my arms, watching my new muscles flex while I moved. I heard each of my joints crack between the new lengths of my bones, and felt my shoulders each pop out, and then back into place. As much as I can love a man's body, I really hate having the body of a man.

"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!" The thrashing officer kept screaming.

I stood, and almost immediately collapsed back onto the bed again due to my trembling legs not being able to support the new weight just yet. "Would you mind not yelling?" I growled. "Pain in my ass. Speaking of which, what the hell is that throbbing in our right knee?!"

The officer laughed. "In my right leg? Hypophosphatasia, baby. I was born without a patella, and the femur is too short—doesn't reach the knee. Both bones are reconstructed, and are all held together with a lot of steel pieces. Were you able to replicate all of that steel, too, bitch?"

Oh, fuck me. In my haste to have those pretty eyes, and angry at the way he yelled at me when I came, I never bothered to undress him properly, and check for any major scarring or previous injuries that I might double by accident. Making my escape as an officer should have been easier for me. This was by far the worst mistake I have ever made in any of my lives, and somehow, it just keep getting worse for me. I glared at the officer, and he lost control of himself; laughing loudly at my growing agony.