The flashing blues of my cruiser lit up her sedan. I approached, my boots crunching on gravel. "License and registration, ma'am." The window rolled down. She was 45, with a round, soft face and thick, inviting curves. Her lab coat was unbuttoned, hinting at the massive, heavy tits straining against a thin cotton shirt.

"I'm a chemist," she said, voice cool. Her eyes flashed with something—anger, mischief. "You pulled me over last week. Cost me a grant."

Before I could react, her hand shot out. A fine mist hit my face, sweet and chemical. "A little revenge," she smirked.

Heat bloomed in my groin instantly. I gasped, feeling my dick throb against my uniform pants. It wasn't just hard—it was swelling, pulsing, the fabric tightening obscenely around my rapidly thickening shaft. My cockhead strained against the zipper, already leaking pre-cum.

"See?" she purred, watching my struggle. "My formula enhances blood flow. Directly to the... problem areas."

She undid another button. Her shirt gaped, revealing the deep, creamy valley of her cleavage. Her tits were monumental—full, pendulous melons with large, dark areolas just visible. She cupped one, hefting its weight. "You like these, officer? All natural. A bit of fat, yes, but so soft."

My swollen dick jerked. I could feel every vein, every frantic heartbeat in my aching cock. It was a throbbing, desperate log trapped in my