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An Anonymous Story Tier Prompt Series

Victor and Martin are rookies on a new undercover force that has a major operation underway. Intent on proving themselves, they sign up to help bust a new suburban drug operation, only to find out they need to become attractive undercover housewives to see the mission through! Will they get their bodies back, or will they go native while undercover?

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Part 11: Goodbye for Now

“What do you mean, it’s not over?” Veronica yelled at Chief Harrigan. She gestured over to several police vehicles, all of which were blaring their lights, where Abigail Anderson and Lisa Hetty were being taken into custody, along with Fang’s husband Mr Li, and Manuel Rodriguez. Abigail was ranting and shouting over Lisa and the other culprits, all of whom were in tears or various states of shock.

“You can’t stop it! Bliss is the future! The world has gone wrong! It’s falling apart! Only by returning women back to being beloved babymakers who support their husbands while they go off to work can we possibly bring back civilisation, the way it always was, and the way it was always meant to be!”

She was shoved into the back of the police car by an officer, and Detective Mandy Spritz, the female officer who had been there at the start to teach both undercover women how to act the part, simply rolled her eyes.

“Is someone gonna tell her that women have been working away for pretty much all of human history, and that even her idyllic version of the fifties only applied to a small group of middle-upper class white folk?”

Veronica folded her arms beneath her chest, and Martina placed her hands upon her hips. Both were looking quite frustrated, and they felt quite ridiculous with the medical staff fussing over them. Martina let her own finish his work, but Vee batted hers away.

“Yeah, fair enough, not a priority right now,” Mandy said. “I’ll, uh, go interview your, um, ‘husbands.’”

She strode away, leaving Martina and Veronica on the front lawn of Abigail Anderson’s expansive home, both of them quite cross with Chief Harrigan. 

“Like I said,” Veronica continued, enunciating every word slowly. “What do you mean, it’s not over?”

Chief Harrigan scratched the back of his head, his expression slightly awkward. “Look boys - uh, girls, I suppose - here’s the thing. You’ve done good work. Damn good work. Adriana and Stephen Lackey over there weren’t able to solve this thing, and now they’re stuck together, baby and all.”

Martina looked over and smiled at Adriana and Stephen, the cop partners who had been compelled to marry and make babies thanks to the Bliss. Adriana had her child in her hands, and was outside of her home. Inside would be Gabriel and Veronica’s twins, still sleeping away. The woman was explaining her situation and Stephen’s, and the bewildered cop was trying to make sense of the fact that Adriana had not only been turned into a woman, but gone through a whole pregnancy, with her partner as the father.

“So, we solved it,” Veronica said. “Now you can change us back, right?”

“See, that’s the thing,” Harrigan said. “Listen, boys. The eggheads have done your bloodwork, and there’s some issues. You got dosed with a lot more Bliss, and like Adriana and Stephen and half this neighbourhood, it’s looking like the effects for you two will be quite permanent.”

“What!?” Vee cried. “That’s - that’s not fair! I want to be a man again! Don’t we, Martina?”

The beautiful Mexican woman went to reply in the affirmative, but she was still looking towards Adriana’s home, her heart already wanting her to check in on Gabriel. And that wasn’t even getting to William, her husband. Despite knowing it was the Bliss that brought them together, and that it wasn’t a ‘real’ relationship, the brainwashing ran deep. She needed him. She wanted him beside her. She wanted . . . oh God, she wanted to stay.

“Martina! Back me up here, sister!”

The woman bit her lip. Veronica was giving her The Look, but it just wasn’t working. Martina could feel the conflict in her mind, the Bliss’s effects too strong to resist. She knew she should be wanting to be a man again, should be demanding to be a Caucasian man again instead of a bombshell Latina, but instead she simply couldn’t vocalise it. Instead . . .

“I’m sorry, hermana,” she said, the horrible realisation setting in. “I - I can’t back you up. I can’t be a man again.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“The Bliss has made me such a mujer, Vee. Such a woman, and a wife, too. I - It’s like I have this compulsion to be a good neighbourhood wife and stay with William. I can’t fight it!”

“That’s bullshit! Listen, Chief! I want to be a man right . . . right . . . I want to be . . .”

Her blue eyes went wide, and she clutched her head, shaking it and spilling blonde hair across her shoulders. “This can’t be happening. I’m meant to be . . . but Kade. I can’t abandon Kade. Or my babies. Esther and Erin. Ohhhh, they’re due for a feed soon. I’ll need to breastfeed them. And then cook for Kade and be a good wife and wear something nice for him and - and Harrigan, you bastard!”

Harrigan held up a hand in a gesture to stay Veronica’s aggression. “Don’t blame me, kiddo. You’re the one who stuffed up your first raid, at least according to the summary you gave me. Look, we’re still getting your bloodwork back - that was just the first round. Maybe there is a way to cure you, but that’ll be up to the forensic boys, not me. But judging from how you’re both acting, I’d say it’ll be an uphill battle. You’ve gone full housewife, and there’s not any undercover left to do. So where does that leave you?”

Veronica was furious. She balled her fists. She wanted to punch the Chief right upside the jaw, but at the same time, now that her mission was done, she could feel Abigail’s programming settling back in again. Not the memory block, thankfully. There was no danger of forgetting who she was, at least. But the desire to be a good housewife was growing stronger and stronger. Hell, even just the need to be with her husband Kade and support him during this wild time. And then there were the twins! Her boobs were aching even more than usual. She clutched her head, feeling a little nauseous.

“But I can’t . . . but that means they’ll be stuck too . . .”

She looked over to the police cars, where various other women and men were being questioned and asked to come to the station to provide evidence. Among them were Fang Li, Rosa Rodriguez, Kade Johnson and William Fenn. Martina too felt an instinctive need to go to her handsome blonde husband and hold his hand. To support him like a good wife should.

“Chief Harrigan,” she whispered. “Adriana is stuck too, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, looks like, boys. Er, girls.”

“And now we’re stuck?”

“Probably. You’ll get some big medals and some extra funds to your pension, I can tell you that. A financial hush-hush reward to, er, support your new lives. Of course, you never know, we might be able to bring back some heroes who cracked down on the Bliss operation, so long as you didn’t get pregnant.”

Martina froze, as did Veronica. “Pregnant?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’s what they tell me. Dylan over there is checking your blood with our on-site equipment and . . . oh.”

The forensic tech looked like a deer in headlights as he sat in the back of the forensics van. He looked over to them and slowly shook his head. Chief Harrigan coughed awkwardly. “So, er, about what I just said. Seems I spoke a little early, because, well . . . congratulations are in order for you two, it seems. You’re both pregnant. I guess that puts the pin on your police careers in full, but know that you finished your tours as heroes, the both of you. And hey, it’s not a bad neighbourhood anymore, is it?”

Both women exchanged a look, the realisation slowly sinking in.

“Preg . . .”

“Nant?”

Harrigan scratched the back of his head again. “I told you it was going to be a risky operation. Seems you’ll have a lot to talk about with our former officer Adriana Lackey, huh?”

Veronica suddenly doubled over and threw up. Harrigan swore and took a step back. Martina instantly began rubbing her friend’s back, all while touching her own stomach, caught between a state of shock and a sense of absolute marvel at what was happening inside her body. 

Veronica, on the other hand, made her thoughts very, very clear as she spat out the upended contents of her stomach.

“FUCK!”

***

Abigail Anderson went to prison for life, and Lisa Hetty to an insane asylum for what was likely just as long. Todd Anderson was given help, and ended up remarrying a much less controlling woman, though he was still compelled to play the part of a true patriarch. Others were prosecuted, most of the husbands of Wystemere Lane, in fact, but the women weren’t too despairing over this. With their remarkable looks and their own burning need to play housewife and mother, they quickly found new and much more genuine men, and the Summer of Passion, as they came to call the aftermath of the arrests, soon followed. Soon most of the women on Wystemere Lane were pregnant again, including the two former police officers who had brought the case to a close.

That was four years ago. 

A long five years for Veronica Johnson and Martina Fenn. On this particular morning, the former woke to the sounds of her babies crying. Instantly, the blonde and buxom beauty felt her milk begin to let down, turning her silky sleeping robe damp across the chest.

“Ughhh,” she groaned. “Five more minutes.”

“Mommy! Mommy! I want mommy!”

The scampering of little feet followed through the halls of their home, and soon two pairs of hands were tugging at her bedsheets. 

“Mommy,” Esther said, as blonde-haired as her mother. “Mommy, Harry wants you!”

“You’ve got to feed him, Mom,” her identical sister Erin exclaimed, the louder of the pair. “I think he’s really hungry.”

“Or he needs a change! I think he smells!”

Veronica fluttered her eyes open. As tired and bloated and in need of more sleep as she was, she couldn’t ignore her compulsions; her Bliss-fuelled need to be the perfect suburban mommy. She began to rock in the bed, building up the momentum necessary to escape, when suddenly a hand placed itself around her, bringing further comfort.

“Noooo,” she whined, as her loving husband pressed his muscular black body against hers. “I was about to get out.”

“Girls, just give your mother and I a minute,” Kade said. “Go entertain your little brother. You can play pirates!”

The five-year old girls shouted with glee and ran off to Harry’s room, where their three-year old brother was clearly wanting some comfort. Soon, the sounds of the children died down into silly laughter, pretend swords, and, for some reason as of late, cat sounds. Veronica sighed, thankful for her husband, a thought she’d never have once expected to have. He cupped her large breast in his hand, caressing it gently and making her body respond. She could feel his hard prick between her cheeks, and despite herself, she was starting to rub against it.

“I’ll get up with them in a moment,” she murmured.

“No rush, you need your sleep, babe.” With that, Kade lowered his hand from her large breast to sweep it over her swollen belly. Another pregnancy. Her second, but she knew it would not be her last. She had been thirty-five years old as a man, and was the same as a woman, but the Bliss transformation seemed to have reduced her a couple of years as Veronica, and also slowed her aging a little. And besides, even as a now-thirty-nine year old, she still had a couple more years of fertility left. She was well aware of her mental compulsion to give her loving, virile husband more children. Despite her indignation at finding herself swelling up again, she couldn’t help but also feel a sense of pride. It was enough to frustrate her.

“Twins again. I can’t believe it.”

“I can,” he said, rubbing her stomach. “You’re so beautiful and so fertile, honey. You’re such an amazing housewife and mother.”

She rubbed her body against his, and he began to undo the tie on her silky night robe, parting it so that her naked form was against his.

“But the kids,” she murmured.

Kade kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck, then got out of bed quickly and closed the door. “We’ve got time,” he said. “I’m sorry, Vee, but I’m just too hot for you, babe. I can’t fight this. I’m not the woman I was, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s been four years. Just come fuck my preggo brains out, Kade. I want to please you.”

With a smile, he got back in bed again, and soon he was all over her, caressing her belly and pressing his thick penis against her entrance. He slid into her, and Veronica could only moan in deep, deep arousal.

“I want to please you,” she repeated. “Ohhhh, I’m s-so goddamn submissive!”

And it was true. The Bliss had made her so.

***

Martina was likewise being pleasured by her husband. Adriana had been kind enough to take care of Gabriel and Deakin, which meant that they had a very romantic evening and morning, entangled together on the living room floor before their fireplace, the curtains closed for their privacy, the pair of them making love again and again. Something about being pregnant for a third time just set a fire within the gorgeous Hispanic woman. It had been four years since she had been left permanently transformed and pregnant for the first time, and unlike Veronica, she had come to terms with it better. She moaned as her husband gripped her hips and lifted them, raising her six-month pregnant belly into the air so that he could thrust into her. The sensations were divine, and it caused her breasts to jiggle and bounce quite prominently, jostling with each ram of his cock deep inside of her pussy.

“Ohhh, I’m s-so glad Adriana could have the k-kids, mi amor! Ahhh - I needed this!”

“Me too, tell me if I’m m-making you uncomfortable, my love.”

She shook her head, her eyes clenched shut as she squirmed the upper half of her body upon the long-haired carpet. “I’m j-just glad we can s-still do this p-position with my b-big belly! Ahhh! It’s my f-favourite!”

“I’m a fan too, Martina. You’re so beautiful when you’re pregnant. I’m s-so sorry, but the Bliss - it makes me want to get you pregnant so many times! To make a big, beautiful family with my s-submissive sexy wife!”

His words made her all the wetter, her body tingling with pleasure. It was embarrassing, of course. This was the part that Martina didn’t exactly love about her situation: the need to be submissive. To no longer work, and let her husband support the family. Hell, to not even have a choice in her husband, or how many times her womb would balloon with little bebes. And yet, at the same time, the thought of serving William as his dutiful wife, to be a sexy mamacita and birth him as many children as he too was compelled to give her . . . it was far too intoxicating. Just thinking about it brought her closer to orgasm.

“Y-yesss! Si! Si! YESSSS!!! OH WILLIAM!”

Her body exploded into a powerful orgasm, and she had to clutch her stomach and rub it, overwhelmed by all the sensations. It was too incredible, and it left her panting and moaning and whimpering as more and more of her sexy white husband’s seed poured into her. She only had one child growing in her, but part of her, despite how much Veronica complained about it, felt an instinctual Bliss-driven need to have twins next time. To somehow be as fecund as possible, and ‘catch up’ to her friend, who would soon have five children. Just the thought alone was enough to spur one last orgasm, gripping her husband’s shoulder as he leaned over her. 

“Sorry,” he finally said, as he extracted himself from her and laid down beside his gorgeous pregnant wife. “I always say these things when we go at it, darling. I can’t help but be this rugged, dominating man. I never planned to be. It’s . . . it’s just what I am. Maybe we can avoid a future pregnancy though, if we’re both strong enough to-”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head and rolling so that her baby - now awake and kicking - could press up against her husband’s muscular body. “It’s too late, mi amor. I can’t fight it, and the times I have were just humiliating. Dios mio, it’s been four years. I’m not a cop anymore, and you’re not the woman you were. Let’s just . . . deal with it.”

“Are you sure?” Will asked her, stroking her stomach lovingly. 

“You want this, don’t you? Mi amor, I know you do. Don’t lie.”

He gulped. “I do. So very much. I know it's the brainwashing, but I want you as my sexy Wystemere wife. My gorgeous Latina who knows how to serve her husband and give him children.”

She shivered just from the endorphins such a statement released from her. 

“Then that’s exactly what I’ll do,” she purred. She ran her fingers down his muscles. “I can’t fight this. Neither of us can. And life is good here. I’m a good mami.”

“You are.”

“I was a cop, but now I’m a wife and a mami. And this body wants you to give it as many bebes as you can.”

Will took a deep breath. “Thank fuck. I was hoping you’d say that.”

And then, despite her occasional annoyance at the demands of her deeply submissive housewife life, she found herself smiling.

***

Veronica and Martina walked down the neighbourhood. Wystemere had changed, but not all that much, despite the fact that an illegal brainwashing and gender-changing drug operation had once taken place here. It was still a perfect slice of suburbia, and thanks to the dozens who had already been transformed, perfected, and brainwashed, a very traditional culture of dominant men and submissive women and many, many babies had continued to flourish, even without the drug. In fact, the two women waved hello to Fang, who was walking her latest baby in a pram the other way down the sidewalk, and then to newcomer Danielle, a lovely African-American woman who had moved to the neighbourhood in pursuit of the traditional life, no Bliss needed. She was already married, and the Wystemere Wives Club was greatly anticipating the day when she would announce a bit of good news.

“I can’t believe it,” Veronica said, wearing a beautiful blue sundress that hugged her massive mound and showed off her very ample bosom. “Pregnant again. And already leaking milk! Four years and no sign of going back.”

“Definitely not,” Martina said. “But think on the bright side, hermana. We still have each other, si? And our husbands have the other children, so we can still enjoy ourselves!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not wrong there, I guess. It’s just that Kade is so . . . possessive. He wants my body all the time. Which means my stupid body wants him all the time. I swear, I might end up with ten children, Martina, especially if I keep having twins!”

Martina sighed. The Bliss made her jealous, but at some point, it was difficult to tell what was the Bliss and what was her own envy. She stroked her stomach. “I’ll try to catch up, amiga.”

“Ugh, please do. They’re moving right now and I’m just trying to go for a damn walk. God, I love them so much. Stupid Bliss. Stupid Harrigan. Stupid Abigail Anderson. I curse him and her every anniversary of the change.”

“Me too,” Martina said, though that was a lie; she had not paid attention to such anniversaries in a while, and had clearly adjusted better than her friend, or at least resigned herself to this fate more. “But chin up, Vee. We’re the queens of Wystemere Lane, aren’t we? The heads of the Wives Club, and you can’t deny that we both look fabulous!”

She gestured to her own dress, which was a rather daring red piece that could have almost been an evening dress if not for its more day-themed floral pattern. It draped over her belly rather than hugging it as Vee’s did, though her bump was still quite pronounced, as were her breasts. She looked at Veronica’s pair and sighed again. Every time the Hispanic woman went up a cup size in pregnancy, her friend went up to and beat her in the buxom department. But at least she had better birthing hips; her delivery had taken just four hours. Veronica had been in labor for nearly thirty, the poor thing.

“I guess we do look rather incredible,” Veronica said, rubbing her stomach. Her babies were kicking again, and it made her smile, despite herself. “I just wish I could be a police officer again. Even for just a day.”

“Well, I was thinking about that,” Martina said, smiling a little.

“Yeah? You got an idea of how to get us out of being perfect little housewives? Well, not so little, now that I’m as big as a house.”

“Oh no, nothing like that, hermana. Besides, I think we both know that we could never turn back at this point. We wouldn’t even try.”

Vee bit her lip. She knew her more thoughtful friend was right. For all her barking and complaining, she could never abandon her babies, nor give up the prospect of hosting dinner parties, cleaning the house, meeting with the other wives, and generally being a perfect Wystemere woman. It was too ingrained now, and besides, the frequent sex where her husband dominated her was just too addicting.

“What then?” she asked.

“Well, we do have the upcoming Wystemere Wives Club meeting tonight.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m hosting again. I get to see all the non-preggos enjoy my best wine, damn it. At least the cheese platter will be incredible. I can’t stop craving it.”

Martina giggled. “But you know what’s on the agenda I’ve set forth?”

“Yeah, the Wystemere Costume Ball celebration. A theme for the night party. All that jazz. I just know that Kade will want to see me as a sexy succubus again if we end up with ‘Temptation’ as a theme again. I can’t believe I wore that costume. Even your playboy bunny outfit was less showy.”

Martina smirked. She had looked amazing in that outfit. She was surprised she hadn’t gotten pregnant that night, really, from the passion it inspired in her husband. “Don’t worry, amiga, I have another idea. A theme for October that will allow us to at least indulge in our former lives. How about . . . Cops and Robbers?” 

Veronica paused, and not just because she needed a break from waddling about with her enormous round bump. She regarded her former partner, and now her best friend in the entire world.

“Cops and robbers?”

“Or law enforcement. Or Emergency Services, or something. Any excuse for us to reach out to Mandy Spritz - she owes us a favour, after all - and get to wear some genuine officer outfits.”

“Even while pregnant?”

“Even while, hermana. There are maternity officer uniforms, you know. We can spend a night at least pretending to be what we once were, make a few arrests, lay down a bit of law, maybe even twirl a baton - in a regular way too, not just the sexy stripper way.”

Veronica chuckled. “That . . . would be something, yeah. Could even see if some of our old friends still in uniform could drop by. I mean, they know I’m a total preggo housewife these days. I still see them from time to time and bitch about it with their wives. What’s the harm in going all in and feeling like cops again?”

“Not cops,” Martina said, smirking in her dry manner. “Housewives undercover as cops. A total reversal.”

“Oh, the irony!” Vee laughed. 

And then the two women continued down the sidewalk, talking of other things and cradling their growing bumps, and for once neither of the former officers complained at all. 

The End