Undercover Housewives. Part 3 (Cops to MILFs TG Preg)

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 3: Who Are Those Women?

Adriana Lackey opened the door to her house, stepping inside with one hand on her back to support her large pregnant belly.

“Come on in. Just keep smiling,” she said. “Don’t worry, they won’t attack.”

“What’s up with them?” Veronica asked, trying not to stare at all the faces staring back at her.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out for months,” Adriana said. “Come and have a seat. My husband’s at work, so we’ve got the house to ourselves. Can I get you girls anything? Tea? Coffee? Maybe some alcohol? Oh, how foolish of me. You’ve got those beautiful little babies there. Are they yours or have they been assigned to you?”

Martina’s mouth opened and closed like she was a fish in some aquarium. Veronica, however, rose to her usual level of outrage. She refused to take a seat, even as Martina asked for some water and Adrian waddled over to the kitchen to get it.

“Can you explain what the actual fuck is going on here?” she demanded. “Why are you fucking pregnant? Why were all those crazy ladies staring at me? Did you just say you’ve got a fucking husband!?”

“I did wonder about that,” Martina said, noting the portrait on the wall showing a handsome dark-skinned man kidding Adriana on the cheek. “I wasn’t aware that police codes allowed for that kind of undercover operation, especially when an operative is so far along in her pregnancy.”

“That’s because they don’t,” Adriana said, rolling her eyes. She handed both former men a water, then dropped down onto the couch with a sigh. She rubbed the large bump that her green maternity dress covered and exhaled. “God, it feels good to sit down. This little guy has been moving around all day. Woof! I’m so tired, seriously.”

“Answer the damn questions,” Veronica said. Her two babies were sleeping in the pram, at least, but Martina’s little Gabriel was starting to squirm. The latina woman grimaced, then removed the child and placed her at her breast, looking to Adriana for permission.

“Go right ahead,” the pregnant woman said. “I’ll be making milk the all-natural way soon. God, what a fucking mess I’ve gotten into.”

Veronica sneered. “Stop. Stalling.”

“I’m not stalling, I’m waiting for my damn boy to stop kicking my ribs. Trust me, you two have it easy. Y’all just get to babysit some lost babies and feed them, I’m going through the whole shebang here. I gotta push this kid out of my cooch in three months’ time, and don’t you forget that.”

Veronica was about to shout something angrily, but Adriana put up her hands, gesturing calm. She adjusted her sitting position, lying back a little to drape her arms over her belly. 

“Okay, I’ll tell it from the top, and I’ll make it quick. I’m not Adriana, at least I’m not meant to be. I’m Aaron Torrence, at least I was, and I was the first one assigned to this undercover drug operation, along with my partner - now my husband - Steven Lackey. Back then, we thought the drug was just Haze. We didn’t realise this new ‘Bliss’ had hit the streets. We just had to go undercover as roommates renting together - no women were available for the op at the time, you understand - and look into things. Well, we got to know the neighbours, we got to know a lot of folks on Wystemere Lane. They’re always having get-togethers, parties, gatherings, Sunday barbecues, you name it. The perfect little suburb. Too late did we find out that our meals were being spiked. Someone had found out that we weren’t the real deal and they put bliss into us during one of those barbecues.

“As you know from your briefings, Bliss at the right potency can alter someone’s mind and make them docile. At even higher doses, it can transform them, as it did me. Well, whoever’s in the shadows dealing this crap decided to neuter us. I got turned into a woman by the stuff, and my mind got affected too. I’m ashamed to admit it, but the Bliss made me not just attracted to my partner Steven, but totally submissive to him. And it made him get the hots for me as well. Before you could say ‘oopsie daisy’ we were getting married and going at it like street dogs in heat. And now, here I am, having passed on what I could find out back to Harrigan, but only able to offer up morsels. The change, they tell me, is permanent. And that’s not just physical changes; I can’t keep my hands off of my loving husband, and the same for him with me. We can’t even consider moving out, either. We’re part of Wystemere Lane now. Hell, I can’t even act directly to track down the Bliss maker. Have you been told one of the other reasons they changed you two?”

Veronica shook her head, but Martina made the connection immediately with her sharper mind.

“You can give us details, because we fit the profile of Wystemere ladies.”

“Exactly,” Adriana said. “For months I could only give morsels to Harrigan. My mind would go haywire if I tried to betray anything, or write anything, or show anything. The criminal mastermind in this suburb is fucked up and smart like that. So instead I just got to be another perfect housewife, getting all big and pregnant while my husband goes to work at the bank. Can you believe that? My own partner has become my babydaddy, and I’m a stay-at-home housewife. Jeez Louise, I am not looking forward to birth.”

Martina nodded along, feeding her baby. It was still so strange to her, but she was getting a little more used to it now. Almost cathartic.

“So Harrigan got desperate and changed us, even organised for us to have children to overcome your mental walls.”

“Got it in one. And also because you’ll slide under the radar better. Still, watch your food and drink.”

“I don’t think we have to. We’re already changed, so Bliss shouldn’t affect us.”

Adriana nodded. “That Harrigan is smart. An asshole, but real smart. Fuck him, seriously. He’s the reason I’m having to fill out forms for goddamn maternity leave. Can you believe that? I gotta push out a fucking baby out of this cooch in just three months.”

Veronica winced. That was definitely not how she wanted to end up. 

“Well, I’ve got no intention of my changes lasting forever.”

“That’s what I said,” Adriana chuckled. “Still, I’m not in a rush to pair you single mothers up with stepdaddy husbands. I’m annoyed I’m a pregnant lady, but I’m not an asshole. And because you’re here and I can speak through the Bliss to you, it’s time for me to tell you what your next steps should be.”

There was a pause, and both women waited expectantly. Instead, Adriana rested her head back and stroked her belly.

“Actually, give a girl five minutes. I swear, women ain’t lying when they say pregnancy is tiring. Make it ten, in fact. Just gonna have a real quick snooze.”

Veronica seethed, but Esther and Erin were starting to stir and make little squeaking noises. Irritated, she was forced to expose her breasts and feed her new ‘daughters’ at the same time.

“This just keeps getting worse and worse,” she muttered.

Martina, who was smiling at her adorable little Gabriel while he nursed, simply looked up. “Lo siento, what did you say?”

***

Over the rest of the afternoon and the following days, the pair inserted themselves into the neighbourhood. During this time, the spying and stares never stopped. The housewives always looked through the windows, and their husbands often joined them when they weren’t working. Still, Veronica and Martina used the notes and advice Adriana had given them. The two women adjusted to their lives as women, and went around knocking on doors to introduce themselves.

“Hello, I’m Veronica de Kamp, your new neighbour, I guess.”

“Hola! I’m Martina Soles, and I live just down the street from you!”

This was following Adriana’s first major advice: “Get to know the neighbours quickly. Go into their houses if they offer tea and biscuits or whatever. Make it look like your visit to me is just ordinary well-wishing. Become part of the community straight away.”

This they had done. They were welcomed into Mr and Mrs Hetty’s house just down the lane. They were indeed wealthy to judge from the state of their home and its expansive backyard, and the blonde pair were all creepy smiles and joyful looks as they introduced their young children: Josiah, Jeremiah, and Jedidiah. Veronica had some choice words about how offputting those names were afterwards. The Hettys were Adriana’s main suspects for the Bliss trade, so the pair left the house quite suspicious indeed.

The Andersons were next. They were the art dealers, and second on Adriana’s list due to their wealth and the likelihood of art dealing being a great way to launder drug money. Only Abigail was present when they arrived. She was a pregnant brunette with a cute round face with rosy cheeks. She had a plump chest and a friendly, excited manner, hugging the pair of them.

“So good to meet you both!” she exclaimed. “We always need more wonderful neighbours here in Wystemere Lane! I can’t wait to meet your husbands.”

“Oh, we are . . . currently single mothers,” Veronica said, rocking the pram that held her little ones.

“I see,” Rosie said, becoming a little more serious, until her smile returned a bit too quickly. “Well, this place has a strange power to give you a husband! So who knows what Wystemere will do for you both!?”

It was almost like a chilling warning, though she said it with such glee. Veronica and Martina continued to visit other houses in the lane. They met Mr Li and his wife Fang. She was so demure and beautiful, a slender creature with the manner of a dutiful wife, only speaking occasionally while her husband told them about the neighbourhood.

“Yes, it’s a wonderful place,” he said with a slight accent. “It gave me my lovely Fang, here. I love her so deeply, and cannot wait to start a family with her. I’m sorry that we can’t have you longer, however. I’m only here on my break. I have to return to the office, you see.”

He was quickly out the door, and Martina noticed that he was checking his phone with some alarm. Veronica agreed that it was a lead worth pursuing. But then each family or pairing they visited was a little suspicious. The Rodriguez family consisted of two homes next to one another: two brothers with their lovely latina wives. They celebrated just at the mere appearance of Martina, and instantly the women were cooing over her child, holding little Gabriel in their own arms and soothing him. 

“Trust me, we know a thing or two about children here!” Rosa Rodriqueze said, wife of Manuel Rodriquez. “I never wanted children before, but since coming to Wystemere Lane, I’ve given birth three times! Manuel is already pushing me for a fourth, and I don’t think I’ll be able to resist! It’s such a bliss-filled life that I really can’t say no to him, and I barely want to! It’s like living in a dream, si?”

“Si,” Martina said, picking up what the woman was putting down. She gave a big fake smile. “Gracias for being so welcoming,” she said.

Veronica left in a huff, pushing her pram. “Getting sick of hauling these stupid kids everywhere.”

“Don’t say that, they can hear you.”

“They can’t understand what I’m saying.”

“But they understand. You should be nicer to Esther and Erin.”
“Don’t go native on me. Ugh, I could barely follow a word back there. It was all in Spanish. I feel like we’re getting nowhere with all these introductions.”

But Martina shook her head. “I disagree, Vee. I think Rosa Rodriguez has been affected by Bliss. Hell, she might have even been a man like us, once.”

“What makes you think that?”

Martina smiled, noting that other women and their partners were staring out the windows at them throughout the neighbourhood. She pretended to be talking about something as simple as the weather.

“Because she told me her life was ‘bliss’-ful, and hinted that she didn’t want kids before, but now can’t ‘resist’ her husband’s desires. She said that Wystemere changed her.”

“Sounds like a stretch.”
“Again, I disagree, Vee. Remember, Bliss can make you docile. Even Adriana can only help us so far. And if Rosa had a big dose, and has been on it for over three years, then maybe hinting at her changes is all she can do for us.”

“You think she knows we’re cops?”
“I doubt it. But she’s warning us anyway.”

This revelation sent a chill down Veronica’s spine. She tried to ignore it, and focus on anything else as they headed back to their respective homes, such as how damn full her big G-cup tits were feeling. In fact, she was starting to want her babies to wake up just so she could damn well lose some milk before her boobs exploded.

“Stupid single mom life,” she muttered.

Martina actually giggled at her partner’s frustrations, only to become serious again. Adriana had advised them to meet the neighbourhood, and this they had done. Now it was time for the next step of Adriana’s plan.

It was time to host a barbecue.

***

Everyone was invited. The whole neighbourhood. Adriana gave advice, but given that whoever was behind her and her now-husband’s change clearly suspected that she was, at the very least, compromised in some way, Veronica and Martina had conferred with other women around Wystemere Lane as well. In the end, it was decided that the Saturday two weeks from now would be the official ‘Welcome to Wystemere’ party, which would be hosted by Martina and Veronica, but with input from everyone who was a little too enthusiastic to get to know the two new women. It didn’t hurt that they both looked fantastic. Their training had paid off, because Martina was wearing a stylish purple maternity blouse and black skirt that went down to her ankles, while Veronica was looking like an absolute bombshell in a gorgeous white-blue sundress that emphasised her very ample features.

“It’s truly so wonderful to have some new blood in the neighbourhood,” Lisa Hetty said. “Isn’t that right, Charles?”

“So very true,” her husband said as he worked the barbecue. “And with such beautiful young children too! Our own Jedidiah will simply go nuts over your children, so I apologise in advance for him.”

“He’s all about babies at the moment,” Lisa said.

Veronica could only give a forced smile and an even more forced laugh. Currently, the Rodriquez family were holding Erin and Esther so that she could go around and meet everyone at the backyard barbecue, which was taking place in her yard rather than Martina’s due to the amount of space available. The whole neighbourhood had turned up, and sure enough, things were quite suspicious. Even though she was aggravatingly no longer attracted to women, Veronica could still see that practically all the women present were utterly gorgeous. They were all in their late thirties at the very most, but with killer bods that ranged from voluptuous MILF types to ladies like Fang Li, who were in their mid-thirties but didn’t look a day past twenty. It felt like a meeting of supermodels, and the men weren’t that far off either, though a few, like Todd Anderson, the pregnant Abigail’s husband, were the exception. He was obviously in his fifties and had white hair and a bald patch on top of his head, and his gut was more pronounced than was healthy. He laughed loudly as he talked with Martina about art, something that she knew quite well as a subject, meticulous as she was. Veronica could only roll her eyes at the sight: why the hell was that woman adjusting to being a goddamn latina smokeshow so easily?

“Veronica? Did you hear me?”

The buxom blonde MILF turned back to Lisa Hetty and smiled. “I’m so sorry! Just totally out of the zone; I’m not used to, uh, Esther and Erin being out of my sight, that’s all.”

“Oh, I totally understand. Or perhaps I don’t, what with you being a single mother and all. That must be so very hard, huh?”

Another forced smile. “Very hard. So very hard. I’m making do, though.”

“Well, you needn’t. We ladies have a little club; the Wystemere Wives Club. Don’t worry, you don’t even have to have a beau, or at least not yet! It’s all us gals from the neighbourhood who get together for lunches, activities, gossip, and all kinds of bliss.”

At this, Veronica perked up. “I see. Well, I could always use more company!”

At the same time, Martina held her little sleeping Gabriel and carried him around the party and chatted with the guests. Todd Anderson had excused himself to light up a cigar, but before he’d done so, he’d patted his wife on the ass and guffawed.

“Another one on the way eh, Abby? Can’t wait for number three. Though I think an even four would be good. But at that point, why not five, eh?”

Abigail had blushed. “I think we should just see how we go with three first, darling.”

“Of course, of course. Still, you’d want another one I bet, Martina? A woman like you would be wasted just giving one beautiful child to the world. I do so like a shapely latina.”

At this, Abigail looked sharply at her husband. “Todd, you’re making a scene. You’re drunk.”

“Only with power, my dear! Only with power!” he drawled. “Fine, I’ll get a cigar. Excuse me, Martina. I only wish you’d been here five years earlier. Alas, another will claim you.”

Several faces turned his way, and the party fell eerily silent . . . but only for a second or two. Martina felt a chill go down her spine. She looked through the crowd to see Adriana with her husband Steven. He was a tall, handsome drink of water that made her feel things. She focused her orderly mind and put away that inner heat, and strode over to them.

“Hola! You must be Steven!” she said. “I’m Martina, and this is my sleeping boy Gabriel. It is so good to meet Adriana’s husband.”

He shook her hand and smiled politely, then leaned in close, his arm around his wife’s swollen middle.

“So good to meet you, Martina. What brings you to the neighbourhood?”

Adriana shook her head subtly, and Martina realised that Steven didn’t know.

“Oh, I just wanted a change! I saw the listing and simply had to come, you know? Besides, there are wonderful latino families here, and that’s not something you can say about every upscale neighbourhood. It’s good to have a splash of colour about, if you know what I mean?”

It was all made up, of course. She’d never been a person of colour in her life until this change, but Steven nodded seriously.

“Indeed. I feel very at home here. Very much at home with my gorgeous wife. We’re very excited to be having a boy; perhaps he and Gabriel will become the best of friends?”

Martina smiled. “I hope so.”

Steven excused himself to go get a burger, leaving Martina next to Adriana, who looked gorgeous but also very pregnant in a bright pink maternity dress that hugged her prominent bust and even more prominent bump.

“You’re doing well,” she whispered. “There’s less suspicion than there was for me, and you’re already immune to Bliss, which is good. Not like we were.”

“Why haven’t you told Steven?” Martina asked.

“Our lives are already screwed up enough. I don’t want a target on his back. The less people that know this, the better. Besides, it’s better if it’s just me. Less chance of a leak. And what more can they do to me? I’m already compelled to be a perfect Wystemere trophy wife. Hell, I’m not entirely certain this will be our last baby, damn it all. It just made plain sense not to bring him in.”

Martina sighed. “I’m sorry this happened to you, hermana.”

“Don’t give me that hermana shit. Just find out who’s controlling this neighbourhood and making the Bliss. They need to go down. I’ll feel a lot better about having to spread my legs and scream while I push a baby out this goddamn cooch if I know the person responsible is going to the slammer, know what I’m saying?”

“Si, I do,” Martina whispered. She looked around the sea of faces. The Andersons, the Hettys, the Rodriguez families,  the Lis, and several others. Anyone could be the distributor. And anyone could also be a victim of the Bliss, forced to go along with their role as Adriana and Steven were.

“This is going to be a long operation,” Martina said as she parted from Adriana.

But then she looked at Veronica, who was deep in conversation with Lisa Hetty and Fang Li. They were passing the busty blonde beauty a card, one could well be of importance. When Veronica returned and gave her news of the Wystemere Wives Club, Martina nearly cheered.

“Muy buena,” she whispered. “Fantastic work, Vee. And here I thought you didn’t have the patience for such things.”

“Fuck off, I can do good policework when I want,” the other woman said. “But this could be a lead, or at least a way to get to know the main players. And given that you’ll be coming along too, I bet we can find answers. And if we do, we can finally get out of these goddamn bodies and back to-”

She was interrupted by some loud cries. Two of them, in fact, which immediately made her very large G-cup breasts tense, her nipples distending in her top. She grunted, moaning a little as droplets of milk were forced from her tits.

“Goddamn it,” she snarled. “Always the milk with those two! I hate being a mother.”
Martina smirked as her partner stormed off. She herself felt Gabriel fuss in her arms, and so she made her way to a seat and got her boob out to feed him. No one looked at her twice for such an action.

“You’re hungry too, aren’t you, little one?”

She looked at Gabriel’s face and smiled as he latched. He really was a bit of a cutie.

To Be Continued . . .