Pig Of A Pig 3

"let me make one thing clear... My car, my rules. You got that?"

Jenny nodded, scribbling manically in the neat, spiral bound notebook she clutched as if at any second it would be stolen from her and never returned. She sought to catalogue everything: every word, every gesture, absolutely everything, only pausing to brush an errant strand of mousey blonde hair out of her eye line.

"Good. First rule is, I'm the boss. You do what I say, when I say, and you won't get hurt. In here, I'm the law."

The speaker thought for a moment.

"wait, scratch that. Im the law anyway, ain't I?"

Perhaps it was the glint of the brass coloured badge on her shirt that reminded her. Maybe it was the chatter of the comms radio that alerted her, or perhaps it was the fact that she was driving a police car that gave it away that she was, indeed, a police officer.

Officer Luca Debranttio smiled, her thick, pouting lips splitting to reveal a dazzling smile, framed exquisitely by plump cheeks, a cute button nose, dark eyes and a mane of absolutely jet black hair.  She reached for the 64oz blue slushies she had managed to wedge upright in the cup holder to her right, before discovering with a morose grunt that it was empty.

"Dammit, I can't protect and serve if I'm not adequately hydrated!"

Jenny scribbled this down, adjusting her thick rimmed spectacles as she read back through her previous notes.

"are there any other rules, officer? Anything I should be aware of?"

Luca thought for a moment, her lips pursed as she thumbed on the siren, the klaxon screech accompanying them as they zoomed through a red lighted intersection.

"Rule two... No touching, unless I say s-"

They hit a speed bump, and achieved an impressive amount of altitude. Attaining a cruising height of around three feet, Jenny scarcely had time to wonder what the in flight entertainment would be before the car slammed back to earth as gravity asserted itself.

The contents of the patrol car rose like a swarm of locusts around them. Dozens of candy wrappers, greasy crinkly paper from drive thru restaurants, tiny sauce sachets, a couple of discarded French fries, a slice of pickle, a moist towelette and the little plastic toy from a happy meal, all hanging suspended in the air like some grim snow globe for the merest of instants.

What was even more grim was that all of that garbage had accumulated in one day. The car had been spotless this morning.

"-uuugh!"

A loud gurgle rumbled out from the drivers side of the vehicle. Luca's hand was pressed to her stomach, which had evidently not enjoyed their brief airborne sojourn.

Officer Luca Debranttio was a force of nature, Jenny noted, a great wonder of the natural world. There was no other way to describe it. When being sent out to do extra credit research gathering for her mentor, she had been warned about the officer in question, but had still been utterly stunned when they had come face to face.

The first thing that struck her about the woman who she was to follow and document was that she had the wrong trousers on. Not in a terrifying, robot legged take-over-the-world diamond stealing penguin way, but they were just obviously not the right trousers to accompany her uniform. They were black,which was a good start she supposed, but they weren't dress pants. They were yoga pants. Stretchy ones.

The reason for this was clear almost immediately. The pants, in order to maintain dignity, we're expected to do an awful lot of stretching. Upon entering the police car, Jenny had had to shift a near mountain of high calorie junk food off the seat in order to fit her petite frame into the car. At first, the question of where at least a dozen breakfast burritos, a score of egg MuckMuffins and more fully loaded Bagels than she'd ever seen should be placed was a tall order, but Luca solved that by putting them in herself. And then stopping for more.

The morning was not yet done, and already Jenny felt that if they had made blue cop shirts out of the same fabric they made yoga pants from, Officer Luca would have been first in line for one. She was engorged, her midriff huge and swollen within the confines of her shirt. So stuffed, in fact, that the gigantic swell of her belly was sufficient to make the material of the shirt seem sheer and translucent, causing Jenny to stare at it incredulously. Every bump and undulation in the road registered in the taut orb as a gurgle or a groan, despite the fact that she obviously did this often her tummy still complained with its perceived harsh treatment.

"She's a beaut, isn't she?" Luca crowed, noticing Jenny staring at her belly. The young lady quickly averted her eyes, causing the bloated officer to laugh.

"it's okay, if I were in your position I'd stare too. She's my pride and joy, my partner for busts, my coworker and my friend..." she laughed, patting the turgid sphere.

"remember what I said about not touching unless I said so? You can touch it, it's okay."

Gingerly, Jenny reached out towards the gurgling orb, her fingers trembling. They brushed the surface tenderly, hesitantly almost, before flattening out against it, feeling the churn within as it struggled with the enormity of what it's owner had already crammed into it.

"is it a bit.. dangerous? You know, having this?" Jenny asked

"how so?"

"I mean, no offence, but you look like you ate an entire roast hog. Isn't it an awfully inviting target, you know? Don't you worry it makes you more vulnerable... What if someone stuck it with a knife?"

Luca laughed.

"it's the opposite, it makes me more safe. You ever see a bullfrog go up against a snake? It puffs itself up real big, swelling like a balloon, making itself as big as possible to intimidate the snake. Snakes got himself the sharpest teeth in the animal kingdom, but he takes one look at little miss frog's big old tummy and thinks to itself 'the hell with this, that bitch's massive, she'll kill me!' and it slinks off and hides."

Luca smiled as Jenny began to gently stroke her grandiose gut.

"how's it feel?"

Jenny looked up.

"pretty full... It's very tight."

"that's nothing... Prepare to be amazed..."

*****

What followed was the first of three experiences that Jenny Beaumont would carry to her grave, never forgetting. Always remembering.

Officer Luca leant over, with great difficulty, and thumped the glove box door. It obediently sprang open, and inside, lit like some holy shrine, was a sandwich. A colossal, jaw dropping monstrosity of a sandwich. Wrapped crudely in cling film, it bore a sticker on which someone had carefully labeled it 'brunch'

It seemed to contain roughly about four pounds of roast beef.

Skilfully, without removing her hands from the wheel, Luca unwrapped one end, and began to eat. She took small bites, chewing quickly before swallowing and without pausing biting again, so the sandwich looked to be being eroded rather than eaten.

Jenny gaped. Surely not... Surely she couldn't eat all of it.

But she did.

The shape beneath the shirt, under her inquisitive fingers grew rounder still. Pushing forward, struggling to escape the confines of the shirt. She could see it quake and ripple beneath the thin material, a horrifying sensation that caused her to almost withdraw her hand from it. Only the morbid curiosity of seeing what might happen next.

What happened next was a bust. Well, sort of. With great difficulty, Luca pulled the at up to a scruffy looking house in a rough looking neighbourhood, and parked half on the sidewalk.

"Stay here." she grunted, stifling a burp, before levering herself out of the car.

It was a moment of awe. Like a nature film where the vast fluke of some marine leviathan breaks the surface, so too was the sight of the woman exiting the car equally as entrancing. The top of her yoga pants didn't quite manage the task of keeping her decent, despite fastening her belt with all her police accessories clipped to it over it Luca's pants slipped down slightly to reveal the shapely bulge of a decidedly rotund backside, the whale tail Y shape of a hot pink thong protruding oceanicly from the part revealed posterior to complete the image.

The car leapt up several inches on its suspension as it was freed from Luca's weight.

Waddling as she walked and looking for all intents and purposes like she was pregnant with a rhinoceros Luca made her way up the steps to the badly maintained door. Rapping smartly on the peeling paintwork, she received no answer. She nodded for a moment before she stepped squarely in front of the door, drew her pistol, and leaned forward. Back in the car, Jenny wasn't sure if the groan she heard was the woodwork or the officer's overstuffed abdomen, but in a second the door splintered inward, and Luca was in.

Jenny sat aghast in the car, eyes fixed on the yawning doorway where one a door had resided, now a few jagged scraps clung forlornly to the hinges and lock.

It was a few moments before anyone emerged. A young man burst out of the doorway and ran screaming down the street. He seemed upset, so upset in fact that he'd forgotten his trousers in his hurry to leave. A saucepan exited an upstairs window with a sound like a bull entering a china shop

It was a few more minutes until Luca emerged. Clutched in her hand was a wad of money, all twenties, and a grin on her face as wide as Christmas.

"Jackpot." she said as she levered herself back into the drivers seat. "your man there decided to make a... Charitable donation."

"oh? What too?"

"today's lunch fund."

*****

The final event of that day took place at Big Chief Burger, a native American themed drive thru restaurant shaped like a teepee just outside the outskirts of Riker's Grove downtown area. Popular for its excellent and cost effective menu, it is worth remembering what shape a teepee is. Thus, the window for collections was set back from the curb edge where the taper of the building ended, leaving quite a gulf between the car and the food.

An ordinary person might have decided upon finding that they couldn't reach the proffered burgers that they should just open the door and grab them on foot. The name Drive Thru only applied to how one entered and exited the area.

Then again, a normal person wouldn't have misappropriated three hundred dollars of rack money from a drug den and decided to buy lunch with it. A lot of lunch. A normal person didn't order three of everything and a small chocolate shake.

It came time for them to pull up to the window and collect their order. Already Jenny was aghast, terrified at the prospect of what would happen if the fit-to-burst officer attempted to force such a massive quantity of food into her already overstuffed gut. Surely she would simply burst, there was no way to do it, was there?

It was time to find out.

Officer Luca's hand trailed helplessly in space. The first steaming hot brown paper bag was tantalisingly out of her reach, her fingers a good few feet or more short, her red painted nails clawing helplessly at thin air.

It was hopeless. She couldn't reach.

"this calls for evasive action!" Luca cried as a call to arms, and unbuckled her seatbelt. From beneath the protruding swell the lap band recoiled, emerging safely out the other side from beneath the shirt swaddled monstrosity with the faintest of sounds.

The seat was a little more vocal as the heavy bellied police woman repositioned herself in order to acquire her stomach's wildest desire.

Drawing her legs up onto the seat and rotating her planetary bulk, the officer swung herself around until she was facing her already opened window. Her head, shoulders, arms and more than ample bosom exited without incident, arriving on the outside of the vehicle with the door still securely shut.

Jenny's view was incredible. The sandwich had made its presence felt by forcing down the waistband of Luca's yoga pants to a practically obscene level, the tight elastic bisecting the curve of her ass at roughly the equator, showing off an incredible amount of soft, succulent rump and once again the cheeky scrap of her pink thong. Sh tried to avert her eyes but like a grizzly roadside car wreck she couldn't help but rubber neck and stare as the bulging buttocks of her subject were thrust jiggling at her face repeatedly.

Luca was pretty much wedged.

In order to extracts herself from the tight confines of the window frame and thus bridge the gap between herself and her food, she had been forced to attempt to circumnavigate her own gut. Now a taut, terrifyingly turgid bulge, she wriggled and jiggled her way, inch by inch, closer.

"c'mon now, breath in, think skinny thoughts, momma's gonna be so good to you, please, just do it for me..."

She found it helped her concentrate if she talked to her tummy. She was trying her best to inch it out, claiming that last precious foot of empty space between her and the bag by getting her tummy out of the car too.

She arched her back, bracing her neck against the topog the door, her hands pressed to the face of her stomach she heaved, sucking in as hard as she could. Her posture caused the bottom of her shirt to creep up several inches, revealing the bulbous tan underside of her colossal girth, the bare skin squeezing uncomfortably on the smooth black plastic trim of the door.

"nearly there... C'mon... Just a little... More..."

Sweat beaded her brow as she wrestled with the giant in her grasp. Her midriff was stubborn, so bloated and full that it was refusing to p,ay ball, preferring instead to remain shaped like one. A beach ball. It was so full there was no way it could shrink, even a centimetre, it was so bloated its give had been entirely used up.

"please my darling... Pretty please...

With a cherry...

On...

Top!"

She heaved, and with a pop that would have put a champagne bottle to shame her belly lurched upward, leaping out like a huge blue wrecking ball.

Of course, she was still attached to it, and as it shot forwards, finally free from the confines of the door frame, so too did she.

She collapsed forward, nearly tumbling straight out of the car. In hindsight it would have been better if she had, despite the embarrassment of that happening, but instead what happened was she was suddenly wedged tight.

Her belt, so far failing at keeping her pants at a respectable height, now managed to find its way into being useful, but not perhaps how she would have wished. As she shot forward, Luca's baton, clipped thoughtfully to her belt, rammed into the electric window controls.

Beneath the exposed underbelly of her already overfilled abdomen, a sheet of reinforced, bullet proof glass suddenly emerged, and with a terrible force rammed itself into the ungiving, too taut skin with a merciless thump.

Luca cried out in fear and alarm as her beautiful belly, her pride and joy,was suddenly and terrifyingly squeezed by the window pane.

With no way to squeeze inward, her belly instead was forced to squash outward. The lower bulge of her tummy was forced upward, causing it to expand out horizontally in a groaning, heaving undulation.

Her shirt had had enough of this. In a cascade of tiny ivory discs and a pinging staccato, all the buttons down the front of her shirt, from collar to hemline, popped off.

Luca gasped abruptly. Her shirt yawned open, the at tan sphere of her tummy free for the first time that day. Her cost heaved, her large, supple breasts wobbling meatily in the confines of her thong-matching pink silk plunge bra, the large ripping heavily inside their underwired prison.

She had seen her belly only that morning. First thing mind you, when she was dressing herself. She liked to take her time getting ready, standing in front of her full length dress mirror in little save her underwear, admiring herself in profile as she turned this way and that, marvelling at the outlandish curve of her heavy, protuberant pot belly. She delighted in its curve, its full, heavy heft, the gracefully sweep of its bare, lightly browned flanks. For her birthday she had treated herself to a belly button piercing as a way to embellish and adorn her wondrous tummy, and in the deep hollow of her navel a round pink crystal resided, set in a silver mount, a tiny silver ball above her belly button marking the end of the sub dermal bar that held it in place on the surface of her titanic gut.

She had never seen it like this. She had been showing off for the researcher, really putting her tummy through its paces, and this was her reward. Her greedy girth had gluttonously grown into a  gargantuan globe, pendulous and preposterously protuberant, it gurgled, groaned and glorped before her, bare to the world.

She cried out in surprise, shock always proceeded pain and that arrived soon after as she felt the glass bite painfully at the underside of her precious but over engorged abdomen. The skin of her tummy crept outward yet further, growing shiny as it was stretched thinner and thinner as its surface was deformed like a balloon in a vice. In fact, that was precisely what it was.

"help! My belly, it's stuck! Help me!"

She cried aloud, her arms trapped outside the vehicle by the immense swell of her boated belly blocking the window frame, she clawed and hammered at the outside of the ar, struggling to free herself.

Jenny was struggling inside the car. Vainly she tried to reach the switch, but the huge partially clad curve of the officer's butt shielded the baton from her desperate fingers, holding her back like some deliciously plump levee.

The window crept higher with a creak, both from the car and Luca's tummy. She yelped and gasped, her eyes bulging like her bare belly as it was squeezed tighter still.

Out of sight, around the aforementioned pink crystal embedded in her belly button another pink began to manifest. This pink started as a delicious rose coloured huge, delicate and subtle, but as the window lurched upward bit by bit, it spread. Expanding outward over the tan surface of Luca's abdomen, the rose colour began to darken, getting steadily more and more intense, creeping through the various chromatic variances before, as the window lurched up again with an agonising cry from its owner, Luca's belly arrived at its intended colour. Scarlet.

The skin was a violent, terrifying hue, and the shift in colour had more than captured its owners attention. Lua ceased hammering at the car and instead pressed her hands to the front of her belly, as far round as she could reach, trying desperately to hold back the encroaching wall of her bloating belly as it sought to broaden its horizons in an effort to outpace the invasion of the glass as it advanced inexorably against her startlingly vulnerable tummy.

"please!" she cried out, hoping someone would rush to her aid. "my belly... I'm going to.... No, it wouldn't... I couldn't!"

A horrible look of dawning realisation crossed her features, her jade eyes widening in terrified revelation.

Yes... She could.

And she very well might.

"I'm going to burst!"

Frantically she redoubled her efforts, writhing and struggling against the door frame, the metal creaking and bending but buying her little kore than a millimetre of space, space the window was demanding with ever more alarming lurches upward into her tortured stomach. Her belly bulged outward many, many more inches further than it had in the car, squeezed upward and forced to press outward.

"no, please, help me, someone... I'm going to pop! My tummy, my precious tummy... Please!"

Her belly responded with a terrifying gurgle as the window crept up again, though her embattled stomach did not expand. Indeed, it could not, it had fully exhausted its elastic limit, the tensile stretch of her bulbous belly all used up in a vain attempt to out grow the inevitable.

"no... Please stop, my darling... I won't ever stuff you like that again, please don't betray mummy now!"

Her belly moaned a low, sorrowful note, possibly in the key of G as it responded. It was too late for such promises now, the damage was already done.

"no, you won't pop... You wouldn't dare!"

Her fingers spread on the furiously red face of her immense tummy, Officer Luca Debranttio opened her mouth to scream, one last long, plaintiff wail against the fates that had conspired to cause her tummy to explode on the forecourt of Big Chief Burger.

The scream never came. The window lurched up one more final, terrible inch, and with an ear splitting bang Luca's tummy exploded right there on the forecourt of Big Chief Burger.

*****
the void on the end of the receiver sobbed, shaking with the unmistakable quavering of deep panic, redolent of inchoate shock.

"she... She burst! Her belly burst!"

The person being addressed down the telephone smiled, before drawing herself up.

"now you listen to me, Jenny, and you listen good. You aren't to blame. What happened to Officer Debranttio was entirely her own fault. You didn't feed her that sandwich, you didn't force feed her so much breakfast, and you sure didn't tell her to go to Big Chief Burger and spend hundreds of dollars of embezzled money, do you understand?"

"yes, but..."

"but nothing, you hear me? It's not your fault. Now, did you do as I asked and document everything else that happened?"

"yes, but..."

"shut up. I need you to bring me that notebook of yours pronto. What happened today was awful and I'm sorry you had to see that, but with your help I can get to the bottom of why Our city's female police officers' bellies keep bursting, you understand?"

"yes, but..."

"but nothing. See you in an hour."

She slammed the phone down on the cradle and resettled her glasses on her nose. Gently, she leaned back in her chair, her face a mask of utmost pleasure beneath a crown of piled up, mercilessly pinned up blonde hair.

Her lab coat yawned open to reveal a deep, blood red corset. It wasn't a proper one, one that was all impenetrable whalebone and dashings of lace and ribbon, it was one of those ones that did up with little hook fastenings all the way down the front. But it did its job.

A shelf like bosom jutted forth from the top of it, pallid white flesh unmarked by blemishes or moles except from a little black heart shaped fake beauty spot delicately applied to the right breast, enough to draw the eye downward from her face.

The corset strained over her breasts before tucking inward, cinching in her waist and then exploding outward. The bottom half of it was not fastened instead being thrust aside by the great white ocean of flesh that seemed to rise forth from the woman like a planetary bubble, huge and almost impossibly round, a perfect, delectable sphere of achingly tender flesh. The only thing to mar its pristine surface was the shallow dent of her belly button, the dark smudge of it barely noticeable on the gargantuan circumference.

She purred as she stroked it. To think of all the time she had wasted avoiding it, watching what she ate and exercising regularly and trying oh so hard to remain timid, meek, skinny and unremarkable.

She picked up her glasses from her desk and settled them on her nose, settling herself for a good hour of wonderful 'tummy time' spent massaging and cooing over her wondrously inflated abdomen before her peon, Jenny Beaumont, arrived to deliver her information.

She sat back and waited, hands draped over the tremendous hugeness of her impossible girth.

Wait till they get a load of me, she thought.

Me...

Doctor Emilia Forbes.