Pig Of A Pig 3: Alternate Ending

WARNING - THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS ABSOLUTELY NO BELLY BURSTING WHATSOEVER. AT NO POINT DOES ANYONE'S TUMMY EXPLODE. IF THE THOUGHT OF A GREEDY AND GLUTTONOUS WOMAN NOT RUPTURING OFFENDS YOU, THEN PLEASE DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. STOP RIGHT HERE. THATS RIGHT. GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. FOR THE REST OF YOU SICKOS WHO LIKE OVER STUFFED, INCREDIBLY BLOATED BELLIES THAT DON'T DETONATE DUE TO THEIR OWNERS OVER CONFIDENCE, DISBELIEF AT THEIR OWN TUMMY'S INHERENT VULNERABILITY, THEIR OWN GREED OR A COMBINATION OF THE ABOVE... YOU SICKEN ME, YOU PERVERTS. JUST KIDDING. THIS IS FOR YOU. CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED.

*****

"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.

She took one last deep breath to scream, before with a sudden crash the window exploded.


*****


"Officer Luca Debranttio, I'm hereby removing you from your current role indefinitely, suspending you without pay from the police force."

Luca moaned forlornly. Her ears we still ringing. She groaned a little, though not as loudly as her vast tummy did when a paramedic pressed an ice pack to its troubled flank.

It was still in one piece. Silently she gave thanks, the aching throb emanating from the overtaxed, over bloated orb was nothing compared to the incredible rush of release and relief that washed over her, bathing her and soothing her immensely.

The huge dome quivered, moaning softly. She was still in too fragile a condition to be transported to the nearby hospital, so they had stretched her out on the forecourt and done their best to stabilise her. As she lay moaning to herself, a swarm of attendants buzzed around her fragile tummy, doing their best to rub soothing balms and ointments into the painfully taut flesh. Just above her waistband her belly seemed to be smiling, the deep red mark left in her stomach's vulnerable flesh was little more than a painful welt but given an hour or so it would fade, replaced only by memory and a slight embarrassment,

"We'll also be docking the cost of a new window for the car out of your future wages, I'm sure you understand but I had to act quickly."

It had really been rather a stroke of outrageous good fortune. The car behind their own had also been a police car, and it's occupants had watched in mute astonishment as the scene before the unfolded, a hugely bloated police officer leaning out of the window, becoming trapped by her own tummy as it wedged in the frame, getting progressively more and more squeezed and closer and closer to popping, threatening to demolish the Big Chief Burger in an explosion of abdominal proportions.

Luca hadn't even seen her approach, the tall Hispanic woman in the brown leather jacket, who had swung out of the car behind with a practiced grace, swung an improbably huge revolver from her hip and fired a single bullet neatly through a space no larger than the circumference of a coke can, a space which had the singular honour of containing only the glass of the window and not Luca's leg or stomach. The glass was bullet proof. It was not bad ass proof. It had shattered instantly, releasing Luca's tummy at a critical moment, allowing it to flop outward and expand back to its more comfortable but nevertheless fully fecund dimension. She had, with a single shot, saved the woman's life.

"my... Ugh... My future wages?" Luca managed despite a violent gurgle from her engorged stomach and a stifled belch from herself.

"I'm recruiting you. From this day forward you will no loner report to your old chief, meet your old co-officers, drink your old coffee and sit at your old desk. You, my new friend, join us as part of an elite unit hand picked for their field experience and their certain... Er... Physical eccentricities..." she managed, eying the tiny pink crystal in Luca's near decimated belly button from behind the safety of her mirrored sunglasses. Physical eccentricity was certainly a diplomatic way to put it. The other was to say she had roughly the same physical eccentricities as a beached whale or a parade float.

Luca became aware of a new set of hands busying themselves on her stomach. She looked between the twin mounds of her breasts and saw a set of slender fingers gamely rubbing her, massaging her belly with a knowing, practiced air. She suddenly felt something deep within her shifting, the owner of the hands felt it to and with a sudden decisive movement they pressed against a point on the apex of her tummy, the skin denting beneath them but a tremendous, tectonic motion rippling through the troubled sphere as a pocket of gas bubbled up violently, exiting via Luca's mouth in a decidedly unbecoming belch. Luca did not have the luxury of worrying about whether or not she was becoming of a lady, she was laid out on the forecourt of a low budget fast food establishment with her shirt ripped open and her vast stomach bared to the world, a crowd gawping at it like she was pregnant with a troll. She would look backing this moment later and realise she couldn't have looked more like a circus attraction if she'd tried. What she didn't realise is that she looked more like a circus tent, ready to burst as her immense, heaving girth was with the slightest provocation.

"better?" came a soft, sultry voice with a deceptive giggle to it, a high, girlish sound. She craned her neck and came face to face with a plump, agreeable looking again American officer with a shirt so tight that it seemed to be sprayed on, beneath it wobbled to full round bowl of a very pregnant looking belly, though by the hungry groan it let out while she watched, the dimple in the fabric where her belly button obviously was and the thin dusting of Cheez It crumbs that stained her fingers orange she figured she must be mistaken in her first assumption.

"much, yes." she managed, her toes curling in delight as her belly finally had enough space to relax and get on with the serious business of digesting all the food she had crammed into it. The asian officer straightened up, her name badge visible for a second pinned to her breast.

"What do you think, Hiroko? Good choice?" the other woman offered. Her long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail that hung down to her waist, though unlike her colleague this woman had a decidedly hourglass figure, despite her wide plump hips her stomach curved inwards sharply, though Luca realised it was heavily bandaged, her shirt cut off beneath her bust to leave the strapping bare, a myriad of safety pins holding the thick wound layers of bandage in place, no doubt cinching her in a great deal.

Hiroko nodded.

"Then it gives me great pleasure to recruit you, Officer Debranttio. Welcome aboard."

Luca patted her gut gently, sure that this was all some amazing, vivid dream, and that she had actually popped like a great fat water balloon mere moments before. She could scarcely believe her luck.

"Who are you people."

The woman with the sunglasses and the strangely wound stomach smiled.

"Sergeant Jaime Hernandez. Welcome to the GCU."