Officer Roxanne Copeland sighed as she exited her vehicle. Another day, another supply run. That's basically all she was good for these days. In her 40s, her age was catching up to her but this wouldn't be a problem if Collie, her fuzzy partner, wasn't also old. The poor dog was getting up in years and while the pair couldn't case down criminals they could still help guard parks or parades. Or even do school appearances or visit hospitals for kids. But on regular days, Roxanne was just pushing papers and Collie was doomed to sit in a kennel or the car. "Maybe they'd let me take her off their hands when I retire." The cop thought, as she started for the door into the building.
Then she heard the sounds. Some weird wet "slick slick" sound and moans. Confused, the officer scratched her head of trimed down red hair and looked around. It didn't take her long to find the source of it which was..., what looked to her as two strippers going at in the back seat of a car. They hadn't noticed her yet as they were lost in their passion, so Roxanne rolled her eyes in disgust and was about to call for someone to get these tramps when she felt something huge yet soft push into her back. She spun around only to be grabbed and forced into a kiss. Roxanne was shocked but it felt good..., too good if that made sense. Was she just drugged somehow? She swung at her attacker but it was easily dodged though she was able to get some distance. "You were always feisty" the attacker said in a sultry voice that sent chills up her spine, "Wonder how that's going to effect you~"
Her mind clouded as she kept backing away from the attacker, who looked like another stripper. An Ebony, buxom, jaw dropping stripper goddess. "The hell am I thinking?" Roxanne thought trying to catch her breath before a ripping sound drew her attention. Her pants started to rip around her thighs as her legs and hips expanded, and with each breath her chest seemed to grow bigger to the point her buttons started to strain against it. Her hair grew and took on a brighter red, her face started to gain a youthful appearance and even her freckles came back in a cute way. She was starting to look like her younger Irish hot self... though only far more pronounced.
"Mmmm fuck Red, you look good enough to eat." Her kisser exclaimed as she drew nearer. "Red" was it..., only one person ever called her Red and usually in jest.
"Smith... that you..?" Roxanne moaned out as she couldn't stand anymore and fell on her endowed rear only to keep backing away as best she could, her mind starting to fog over.
"That's Smut now hottie ." The Police babe said, swaying closer, "And soon you'll be like me. Come on, I know you're stubborn but give in honey. It feels sooooo good don't it?"
Roxanne couldn't deny that nor the burning in her chest and pussy. But this was wrong right...? It was serve and protect not fuck and suck right? She could barely keep it together as she ended up bumping into her cruiser, trapped between it and Smut. Was this it? Just give in and let Smut have her way? Or maybe, she could release Collie who's barking at the door was the only thing keeping her focused. Not that she could even recall what breed Collie was given how fuzzy her own head was.