By FoxFaceStories
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 10: Fear No More
Both undercover housewives were satisfied, especially Veronica, since she’d been fucked twice by Kade after Martina had succumbed to her own needs and called William over. Her husband was now fully aware just like his friend Kade as to exactly what the Bliss had done to them, and just like Kade, he had required some rather intimate convincing in order to bring him around to going along with the plan.
“I just have to love you, Martina,” he told her once more as they made their way across the street to Adriana’s house. “You don’t understand what it’s like.”
“Of course I do, you lovely idiota!” the woman snapped. “I used to be a man! I even had my race changed, just like your amigo here. And I was compelled to marry you and want to be your perfect wife. Dios mio, I still feel that need, I’m just pushing it away so we can take Abigail Anderson down.”
The street was dark but for the streetlights. Both women were very aware that another gathering of the Wystemere Wives Club was due to begin soon. It would be the perfect chance to fully expose the conspiracy and finally call in the big boys, but neither woman wanted to make that call just yet. This was their collar, and this time, they weren’t going to be gassed and brainwashed again. Veronica, feeling particularly humiliated, marched up to Adriana’s door, her gorgeous girls sleeping in the stroller. She set it to one side and then knocked on the door. Then she knocked a few more times for good measure. It took some time, but eventually a pair of footsteps marched down the stairs. The door opened, revealing a very tired-looking Adriana. She was just wearing an unbuttoned nightgown, holding the two sides together while her massive black belly protruded out the front. It was very clear that she could go into labor at any moment now. In fact, the whole neighbourhood had been speculating about when she would pop. Now, Veronica and Martina both felt a bit of sympathy for the poor woman.
“Vee? Martina?” she said, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on? Sorry, I was just having a nap. Is it about the wives club? I’m not going tonight. Too tired with this overdue baby in me.”
She rubbed her naked belly, and Vee grimaced, overwhelmed by a twin revulsion to the idea of sharing that fate, while also strangely tempted by it thanks to the Bliss in her brain. Martina was even more amenable; her hand went straight to her stomach, and she found her other moving to grip William’s hand. He was holding little Gabriel, who was squirming against his shoulder.
“No, we need your help,” Veronica said. “We need our things. Our police things?”
Adriana cocked her head. “What are you talking about? You’re not officers, you’re just a pair of lovely housewives looking forward to having lots and lots of babies, just like me, darlings.”
The two officers exchanged a glance.
“She’s been dosed by Abigail,” Martina said. “A stronger dose, like with us.”
“It’s what she does,” William pitched in. “Kade and I nearly escaped once. And then with the stronger dose . . .”
“We forgot who we were,” Kade added, one hand around Veronica’s waist.
“What are you talking about?” Adriana asked.
“Trust us, it will all make sense soon,” Martina said. “In the meantime, consider this an emergency. We really need you to look after Gabriel and little Erin and Esther here.”
Adriana winced. “Martina, I could go into labor at any moment! And Steve is out with friends!”
“I’ll stick around and help,” Kade suggested. “I don’t know much about what you’re doing, but I’ve got this strong instinct to protect our babies too, Vee.”
The buxom blonde beauty blushed, then nodded. “Thank you, husband. Kade, I mean. Fuck! Will, are you still with us?”
The Caucasian man nodded, and the three entered Adriana’s house, the latter woman succumbing to her own need to be a maternal and friendly neighbour. Veronica led the march once her daughters were deposited, heading down into Adriana’s basement despite the mother-to-be’s confusion.
“C’mon. Please let some of it still be here. Abigail is good, but she’s no cop! She doesn’t know real undercover work, just what she’d improvised. She doesn’t know our frickin’ protocol. C’mon!”
Unfortunately, a lot of their stash had been raided. Their guns were missing, as were a lot of their police equipment and wiretaps. But there was a box in the corner, one that had been recently taped closed. Adriana waddled down into the area and pointed at it.
“I don’t know why I hid that one. I just . . . it was like I was told to do so in a dream. Probably some kind of crazy pregnancy hormone-driven thing, no doubt.”
Martina moved forward and ripped the box open. Within was a single taser, an extendable baton, a police radio, two police vests, and a pair of handcuffs. The gorgeous and wide-hipped Hispanic beauty turned her head to look back at her friend.
“Is that all?” Veronica said.
“Si, but it’ll have to be enough.”
***
The two women marched towards the lair of the dragon: Abigail Anderson’s house, where once more the Wystemere Wives Club was having its meeting. William was with them, constantly trying to keep ahead of Martina in order to protect her.
“Hey, we’re trying to fan out and secure a location here, Will. Don’t be such a gringo and stay out of our way!”
“Sorry! It’s just - wow, you look good as an officer, darling. So damn sexy.”
Martina winced, trying to prevent her cheeks from going red and her loins from tingling. The Bliss was still affecting her brain despite getting her memory back, because the idea of dressing up as a Hot Cop and having hot, unprotected, baby-making sex with her husband was now the dominant idea in her head. She pushed it back down and grit her teeth.
“You’ll need to stay outside. Stop anyone from getting in. She might have backup ready. Got it?”
William bit his lip. “I’ll try. I just want to protect you.”
“Just remember when you were a senorita! Remember when you were a Wilma.”
Her husband sighed and refocused. “You’re right. I can do this.”
His stalwart expression put butterflies into Martina’s stomach, but this time she didn’t shy away from her feelings. Veronica, she knew, was much more hopeful towards her current state, but Martina had adjusted better, despite also changing race and culture. Being a woman had proven to be something she could adapt to, and even enjoy. But she wasn’t one for being controlled, and so she was more determined to take down Abigail Anderson than ever.
“Are you ready?” she asked Veronica.
The woman was still adjusting her police vest and grunting with discomfort. “I’m trying, but this doesn’t fit me very well anymore!”
“It’s a women’s jacket!”
“I know, but these damn huge jugs are getting in the way. I swear, they’ve gotten bigger recently.”
Martina actually giggled. “I didn’t think that was possible.”
“Oh, ha ha. I can’t wait to have a penis between my legs again. One that isn’t - ahhh - Kade’s.” She briefly smiled before slapping herself across the face. “I meant my penis, damn it. I’m gonna be a man again, we’ll both get promotions and fame, and no one will ever know I was a frickin’ breastfeeding mom with huge cans for more than two months. Isn’t that right?”
Martina sighed and looked down at herself. She really did feel badass to be in a proper law enforcement vest again, even if her slim black dress beneath gave quite the contrast, as did Veronica’s vacuum-tight white dress. The compulsions had ensured they were still a little bit showy and stylish when it came to their curvy figures.
“Si,” the Hispanic beauty finally said. “You are right. We will change back.”
And yet part of her had to push through not just the effects of the Bliss, but her own strange connection to her new body, to make that statement. So instead she pivoted to a statement she absolutely had no doubts about.
“Let’s fuck this bruja up.”
“Fuck yeah,” Vee said, readying her baton.
With that, they advanced towards the expansive home belonging to the Andersons.
***
Knock knock knock.
The door opened, and Fang was there, the beautiful Asian woman standing with her hand on her hip and a wine glass in her hand. She was laughing at some joke, her eyes twinkling, but she halted as she saw the pair of them.
“Martina! Veronica! We were just about to send out a . . . search . . . party. Why are you dressed like police officers?”
“We heard there was suspicious activity in the area,” Veronica quipped.
“And we thought we’d come and arrest the perpetrator.”
The woman giggled in an airy way, but a single tear slipped down her left cheek. She managed to force some words out of her mouth that were clearly against her own Blissful compulsions. “You’re f-free? You can s-save us?”
Martina nodded. “We’ll try. Stand aside.”
“I can’t. I have to go back in.”
“Then take a moment to enjoy the fresh air,” Vee said before barging past. “Because I’m about to kick ass.” She stormed into the house and Martina followed. The living room was right ahead, and all the women were gathered within it, including Rosa Rodriquez, Lisa Hetty, and Abigail Anderson. The rather pregnant brunette immediately frowned upon their entry, though the others all laughed.
“What on earth are you wearing, Veronica?”
“Ooh, did you have to rush here after some playtime with your husbands?”
“You look divine in those outfits, but let’s see the dresses beneath! They’re much more blissful.”
Abigail, however, said nothing at all for a few moments, even as Veronica smacked her baton against her spare hand and Martina readied her taser. The woman behind it slowly rose, her expression that of a viper ready to strike. “This shouldn’t be possible,” she said. “I gave you the strongest dose of Bliss I had.”
“Looks like your chemical needs a few more test runs, asshole,” Veronica barked, which caused a few of the women to gasp.
“And where are your husbands?”
“Snapped out as well,” Martina answered. “And outside, ready to spring into action as backup if I call them. Which I will, if necessary. You’re through, Abigail. We remember everything. The Bliss lab beneath your house, the way you’ve manipulated Lisa Hetty, and brainwashed these other women. How you’ve trapped them as perfect housewives to please their husbands, and even changed some husbands to act like 50’s stereotypes too. It’s completely loco and you know it. And we’re here to put a stop to it.”
The women fell silent, each of them looking to Abigail. A few even seemed to have hope in their eyes, though Lisa Hetty looked and sounded like she was actually snarling. For a few moments, Abigail looked ready to pounce herself, but then she settled and patted her swollen pregnant stomach. “Honeys, darlings, this isn’t like you! Even if you broke a little free of the Bliss, its lingering effects will be in your minds. I know that you know that I’m doing the right thing. I’m making better communities. Happier communities. Men and women just like they’re meant to be! Don’t you want that?”
“N-no,” Vee said, though she struggled to say it.
Abigail advanced further into the room, stepping around the coffee table. She rubbed her belly suggestively, drawing attention to it. “And I also know that you would never, ever lay your hands on a pregnant woman. You certainly wouldn’t use a baton on her, Vee. Nor would you tase her, Martina. In fact, I bet you’re both looking at me with jealousy right now, aren’t you? You must have gotten that equipment from Adriana. She managed to hide a few of your things before she succumbed to true motherly joy, it seemed. Don’t you want to be more like her? Happy, pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen, making her husband feel special? Much better than inflicting violence on a pregnant mother, wouldn’t you say? Right, girls?”
There was a chorus of agreement, and it was echoed by Fang as she entered, though her teary look was one of apology, forced to descend back into her role as she had been for years now.
“I’m sorry, but it’s true,” she murmured.
“We’re much happier!” Rosa exclaimed. “I like being gravida! I like being my husband’s feisty woman.”
“And we’re the ones holding the husband’s leash, right Fang?”
Fang giggled. “We certainly are! Behind every great man is his wife, after all!”
Another great laugh rose from the group, like a flock of flighty hens. Martina herself couldn’t resist joining in, and neither could Veronica, who laughed and imagined what it would be like to serve her faithful Kade and take delight in steering him on major decisions . . . like what colour to make the nursery! What to have for dinner! What he should wear on their dates! It didn’t matter how small she objectively knew those freedoms were, because in that moment they felt large.
“What about Erin and Esther?” Abigail continued, pouring poison into their ears. “And little Gabriel? Do you really think the pair of you can simply abandon your babies?”
“They’re n-not biologically mine,” Vee managed, but even saying it left a crestfallen expression on her beautiful features.
“But they are your girls nonetheless,” Abigail said, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder and then lowering it to push her arm down, at the end of which was her baton. “Your girls, and our boy, Martina. You want to be good, perfect mothers for your babies, don’t you? And wouldn’t that mean modelling good behaviour for them, like being a good, loving wife to your husbands?”
It was all falling apart. The conniving woman was saying everything right. The Bliss in each of their brains was pulsating, nourishing the changed parts of them that so deeply desired to simply give in and act like their memory had never returned. To become nothing but housewives, with no undercover element at all. Miranda searched for a way out, but every door in her brain was slamming shut, all of her arguments disintegrating.
All but one.
“What do you think, Fang?” she asked. “You’ve been dropping clues this whole time, haven’t you, Amiga? You too, Rosa. All that mention of Bliss, all your little jokes. You were trying to warn us.”
Abigail turned her head and glared at Fang.
“Hey!” Vee said. “Don’t look at her, look at my friend. She asked you a question. Were you trying to save us? Warn us?”
Rosa swallowed and fidgeted. Fang once more was starting to tremble.
“Not at all!” she finally said in the most strained and artificial manner possible. “Because I’m just so blissful. Blissful. Bliss. Bliss. BLISS BLISS BLISS YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
Abigail squealed, stepping back but not quickly enough. Fang slashed the woman across the face with her nails, and it was enough to jolt both cops out of their mental hazes. Miranda stepped between the wild Fang and Abigail and grabbed the latter’s wrists.
“Abigail Anderson, you are under arrest for a kidnapping, torture, illegal distribution of drugs, sale of drugs, the act of drugging a person without their consent, and so many other offences I don’t even know where to start. You have the right to-”
A sudden scream of anger, and Lisa Hetty was leaping forth. Miranda tried to grab her taser in time, but she was suddenly knocked back onto the coffee table, the rabid victim and fanatic slashing at her. Vee tried to get her, but the taser fell to the ground, and Abigail pushed the officer to the side so she could reach it. Her pregnant state delayed her, but before Vee could act, the villain screamed.
“TODD! GET IN HERE! I NEED HELP, HONEY!”
She tried to tase Veronica, but the two ended up fighting over the device, which flashed and buzzed even as Martina struggled against Lisa Hetty.
“You’ll ruin everything!” the other woman screamed. “I’ll kill you! I’ll choke you before you take away my perfect life! Abigail gave me everything! She gave us everything! I won’t let any cop stop us! We’re going to make a new world of happy housewives! And you’ll die if you try to stop us! You’ll DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!”
Martina was indeed dying: she was being choked by Lisa, forced back in such a way that her neck was nearly being snapped against the edge of the coffee table. Rosa tried to interfere but the woman kicked her, and just as Fang tried to pull the woman away she suddenly screeched, clutching her arm as blood dripped down it. Martina realised only too late that Lisa had grabbed a freaking cheese knife from the nearby platter and was starting to wildly stab at her. The Hispanic woman managed to stop the woman’s attack, but it left a cheese knife lodged into her arm again and again as she kept on stabbing. Veronica, meanwhile, had just managed to get a hold of the taser. She pointed it towards Abigail, but she couldn’t tase a pregnant woman. She went to get Lisa Hetty instead, but then a large body came crashing into the room and knocked her aside. The man was large, older, and very clearly Todd Anderson, the brainwashed husband of the true villain. He leveraged his strength against the busty blonde, and soon she too was being choked.
“K-Kade,” she managed to wheeze. “Kade!”
But it wasn’t Kade who entered. William ran in, and the very image of him made Martina’s heart soar even as she struggled against Lisa’s attacks. The man bodychecked Todd, sending the older man flying across the room, but Abigail had the taser now, and she stuck it in the handsome man’s neck. He writhed and grunted, collapsing to the ground.
“No!” Martina squealed, seeing her husband fall down. It gave her the determination she needed, and with the aid of the Bliss in her body telling her to survive and give Will lots and lots of little babies, she reared back her fist and punched Lisa in the face again and again and again. The woman made a rabid noise, but with the fourth hit she suddenly squealed, clutching her nose as it spurted blood. Martina kicked her off, the woman crashing off the coffee table. She rose just in time to see Abigail storming towards her with the taser.
“Hey bitch!”
Abigail looked to the left, just in time for Veronica to grip her arm and twist it around, forcing the taser from her. Veronica grinned as she held the woman, avoiding hurting her pregnant belly at all.
“We’re fucking cops, lady,” she said triumphantly. “We know how to survive a scuffle.”
Abigail roared. “You can’t do this to me! I was going to make this world perfect! Look at them; they’re all perfect!”
But this time, the other ladies in the room did not offer up a defence. The Bliss could only do so much. For now, at least, the illusion of perfection had been broken. Veronica sighed with relief at that, and looked to her partner. “You okay there?” she asked.
Martina sighed and nodded. “Sí, sí. Just glad it’s over. Let’s call in the big boys now, hermana. I think I’ll need an ambulance too.”
Vee chuckled. “I think we all do here, even the bad guys. What a clusterfuck. At least it’s over, right?”
To Be Concluded . . .