(Contains BE, AE, mental changes)
Sam was tough. She was raised by her father and learned that the world was an unforgiving place. So she decided to be a police officer, that way she could be in control and had a moral sense of right and wrong.
In general, she had a thin sense of self. She had always wanted to be a police officer, because she wanted to help others. But that had become twisted in her mind. She was so deep into her mean persona that she wasn't sure she'd ever be anything else.
She was known on the force as No-Nonsense-Sam. She kept her hair short, didn't wear much makeup, and was more brutal to criminals than anyone else on the force. She hoped that would teach them to mend their ways. Instead, they just got hateful. Until the day she went after a small time crook named Ryan.
Ryan wasn't that bad a guy. But he was born into nothing. Raised in an orphanage and left to fend for himself, he turned to crime. But he never forgot those that were important to him. He would often find terrible stores and rob them, with the priority to give what he took to other homeless kids. They relied on him and that kept him going, even through all the hardship and struggle. He wanted to keep other, younger kids from ending up in his situation, mid 20s with no job experience or references.
One day, he got caught. It started like any other job. Rob a jewelry store that made rings for fancy rich people, but did so by exploiting their workers. He'd read about the scandal online. So he hatched a plan. Get in, make a racket, while the employee was getting a manager, break the glass and get the loot. What he didn't expect was to have the cops nearby.
No Nonsense Sam had gotten a tip about a possible robbery going down near the station. She got in a covert car and parked down the street. When she heard the sound of glass breaking and alarms blaring, she got out.
Three people walked out of the store. An older man with a cane, a middle aged woman in a suit, and a younger guy in ratty clothes. He was her suspect. And he was... kind of cute? He looked thin, frail even, but tough. With a nice jawline. Stop that. He was the suspect. She watched him take notice of her and duck into a store next door. She went into the jewelry shop to ask questions but kept an eye on the street to make sure he didn't get away.
Ryan messed up. He smashed the glass too early and the clerk saw him before he bolted out the door with the other customers. Shoot, the kids, they were relying on him. What would he do now? He saw a store one door over and ducked inside before he could be seen. When the cops arrived, he would flee the scene.
What he didn't expect was for the store to have a lot of weird trinkets. It seemed to be an all purpose thrift shop or something similar. He went down the aisles with his pockets full of jewelry pretending to peruse for anything. He found some vinyls for bands he'd never heard of, tubs of body butter and lotions, and even a range of sports equipment. What was this place?
"Can I help you find anything?" cooed a beautiful voice from the front of the store.
He found himself face to face with a stunning red haired woman with golden eyes in a fine black dress.
"No, just browsing."
"Mhm. Did you hear the alarms next door? Seems like something pretty wild going on."
"I wouldn't know anything about that."
"Come now, you can be honest with me," she purred.
He felt compelled to share. "Yes, that was me. But those aren't good people. They won't miss the product. And I'll be able to sell it for high profits and give back to people that need it more."
"Like you?"
"No, I take only what I need. The rest goes to others."
"Others? I won't pry. But you won't get far with your pockets rattling. Let me make you a deal."
"What kind of deal?"
"Let me take that jewelry off your hands for the time being. I can even sell it for you. Make sure the money gets to those who need it. I'm very trustworthy," she admitted.
He didn't know why, but he believed her.
"What do I get in return?"
"A special one of a kind item."
She lifted her hand in the air and seemed to pluck a small card out of nothing. She handed it to him.
"A get out of jail free card. This card valid for one ticket to a better life. One time use. Will only work if all parties are willing and interested," he read. "So, I get out of jail and you get the jewelry?"
"I have no use for cheap knockoffs. I will be sure they sell without being traced. And then I will make sure it is used wisely."
"You swear? There are these kids, they hang around 7th street in the alleys. If I go away, even for a little bit, they'll have a tough time. Please help them. Swear you will."
She stuck out her hand. He could've sworn it lit on fire for a second but he must've been imagining it. He shook her hand and removed the jewelry from his pockets onto her desk. Just in time too.
"Freeze!" yelled Sam from the entry way. She had her gun aimed at Ryan. He put his hands up.
"Is there a problem officer?" the woman asked calmly.
"Step away, miss. That's a criminal. Has he tried to sell you anything or has anything been removed from his person?"
"Not that I've seen."
Ryan reflexively looked at the desk where she had placed the jewelry. It had vanished.
Sam stepped up and cuffed him. She rifled through his pockets and found them empty except for a single card.
"What's this?" she asked.
"That's my card. Don't lose it."
"Right. He may have stashed the jewelry here, miss. I have backup on the way to search. It'll be quick."
"Please, I have nothing to hide," said the mysterious woman.
Sam led Ryan out of the store. He looked back to see the shop owner smirking at him.
Ryan was brought to holding and written up. Within a day, he was in the local jail, awaiting his trial. How could he have been so stupid? Getting caught, trusting that random lady, and for what? A get out of jail free card that was immediately taken from him? His situation was not looking good.
Soon, he had a visitor. It was Sam.
"Where'd you stash the jewelry?"
"Getting right to it, huh? I don't know what you're talking about. I fled the store when I heard the crash."
"And can the cameras corroborate that?"
"I don't see why not." Except he knew that he had taken out the cameras before going in.
"Alright, then we'll ignore that. Tell me about this."
She held up the blank card. He recognized it immediately. But it didn't have the writing on it anymore.
"That's my card."
"I see that. But what's it for? There's no writing on it. No invisible ink."
"It's just important," he said, hoping he didn't need to have it in his possession to use it.
"So, I shouldn't just throw it away?"
"It's my property. You can't do that."
"I'll hold onto it for now. But I need more information. I'll be back. Think about what happened and be prepared to issue a statement."
Sam left and went back to the office with the card tucked into her pocket. As she drove back to work, she kept an eye out for criminal activity. While she was doing so, the card started its efforts.
Her face began to tingle. She felt her eyes shift as they grew slightly. Her nose shrank into a cute button nose. Her cheekbones rose and filled out. And her lips tingled as they puffed slightly, giving her a pout.
Makeup began applying itself gently to her face. Her cheeks gained rouge. Her eyebrows darkened with liner. Her eyes popped more as they were surrounded by eyeshadow. And a shiny gloss applied itself to her lips.
She licked them in response. 'That's an odd taste. Sweet, fruity, did I do that? It tastes... kind of good actually. I hope I look presentable,' she thought.
She pulled into the parking lot and went up to her desk in the precinct. She caught a few of her fellow officers staring. She knew what they thought. Stuck up No Nonsense Sam, here to darken any bright day. She had earned that reputation. But now, a lot of the men were staring.
"Is there a problem," she asked.
They turned away. Soon, she was visited by the chief.
"How's the case with the jewelry store going?" he asked.
"There's no evidence other than what I saw. But I think I can crack him."
"Fair enough."
"There was one odd item on his person. This card which has nothing on it. But when I pressed about it, he said he wanted to keep it."
"Well, we can't get rid of any possessions. Until we're sure it's not evidence, keep it with you."
"Yes, sir," she responded.
She went back to her apartment that night feeling sore. Her arrest must've not gone as smoothly as she had hoped. She felt soreness on her chest. Sam was built to be an officer mostly, because she didn't have to worry about any excess body parts getting in her way. She was nearly flat chested and built like a man. But tonight, she felt different.
She removed her outer layer and found budding breasts under her shirt. Was it her time of the month? They seemed to have come out of no where. And they were nearly B cups. She pressed on them. They felt kind of good. But she'd need to get a sports bra that could push them down flat. There was no room for femininity on the police force, that's what she was taught anyway.
After she showered, she felt her hair. She'd need a haircut soon. It was already growing out too much. If she wanted to be respected, she would cut it short. But it felt good. And it was almost cute. But she wasn't cute. She could never afford to be cute. And her makeup looked ridiculous. Way too effeminate. She knew she was born with an overly cute face, but she didn't have to put on her makeup that thick. Even if she wanted to.
She decided to leave it alone for the night. She'd have enough to deal with the next day. She left the card on her night stand and went to sleep.
She woke up the next morning and found her hair spread across her pillows. How fast was it growing now? She was used to her hair springing out of her head but this was ridiculous. She got ready for work and found her uniform pulled tight. Her breasts were fully pressed out into the fabric.
She figured she was on her period. That was the only logical idea. She wasn't starting to fill out this late in life. Before going out, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. She pursed her lips and admired her reflection. She looked cute. These uniforms were small. Maybe she would go a size up.
Before she left she made sure to grab the card. It was evidence after all. Maybe she could have forensics take a look at it.
As she drove to work, she felt a bit of discomfort. Her shirt felt even tighter than it had that morning. A warmth began to spread as she felt her chest press out against her small button down. They pushed out and expanded, her chest pressing against itself and putting pressure on her buttons. They continued to jut out until they were firmly held inside her shirt, the bare skin visible between the buttons.
Her hair joined as well, It waved down her back as she drove. With every turn, it grew ever longer, past her shoulders. It lay itself just overtop her new C cups.
When she looked down, she was shocked for a moment. She didn't have full breasts. She shut her dark eyes in response. When she reopened them, they were brighter and blue. She couldn't see them glow with light. She was too distracted thinking about how she had filled out when she was younger. It was odd, but she could've sworn she wasn't too pronounced physically. But that had to be wrong. Especially with the effort she put into her appearance. She liked being cute.
The warmth continued in her chest as she arrived to the station. She passed the usual onlookers. Guys would stare and flirt sometimes. They were nice enough. But she was a cop, and she took her job seriously. If anything, the extra time she took to make her makeup extra alluring and the smaller outfits she fitted over her curvy body helped her on the job. A distracted criminal is easier to take out, that was her philosophy.
She passed her captain.
"Any new thoughts on the jewelry thief?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about him," she confirmed. As she said it, her head spun. She had been thinking about the guy. 'He was a strange case. An attractive, fit young guy stealing jewelry. And then going next door and being with that woman. She was a mystery. Was she his girlfriend? I hope not.' she thought.
"And?" the captain asked.
"What? Oh, yeah. I'm starting with the card. Going to bring it over to forensics, see if they can spot anything."
"Sounds good, get on it."
She left immediately for the lab.
When she got downstairs, she met up with Melany, the lab tech. She was a sweet nerdy girl with cute blonde hair and a nice personality if a bit shy. She was a bit too friendly for Sam's taste and unkempt.
"What do you have for me today, Sam?" she asked.
"Jewelry store robbery. The perp had nothing on their person except for this weird card. No visible writing. No indication of anything. I was hoping you could see something with those tools of yours that I couldn't."
"I'll do my best," Melany responded.
She took the card and began running tests.
"How long is this going to take?" asked Sam.
"Depends on the card. I might not be able to get major results without the time and patience to work them out."
"I'll be here."
Sam grabbed a seat just outside of the lab. She began to nod off a bit while staring at Melany work. She almost thought she was hallucinating. What was the lab tech doing? From beyond the window, it almost looked like she was changing. Every time she examined the card, she seemed to develop. Her gray turtleneck looked like it was stretching around her body.
Sam awoke with a jolt to the sound of a glass breaking. She rushed into the lab to find Melany standing over a mess of glass on the floor and the card in hand.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Everything's fine. Just an accident. That's the issue with a chest like mine, you're always running into things. I was examining the card and then I turned. A beaker was sitting on the table next to me and it got pushed right off. It happens," Melany mused.
Her chest? Melany was a small woman. Fresh out of college. Even though she didn't look it. She looked mature. Her hair was neatly brushed and long. Her makeup highlighted her features well. But what seemed odd were her breasts fully pressed against her turtleneck, stretching it to its limits.
"Weren't you... wearing glasses?" Sam asked.
"I've been in contacts for ages. I don't think you knew me when I wore glasses, silly. What's with you today? Anyway, accidents happen, especially with puppies like mine. You should know, you're pretty gifted up top," Melany joked.
Sam reddened at the commentary. Sure, she wasn't small. But she wasn't used to her colleagues pointing it out. At least, not to her face. But she liked Melany. She was forward and direct. It was nice to know a fellow worker who understand what it was like to be a woman in a male centered workforce. She was even a little jealous of her chest. Even if Melany was a bit of a klutz with those things swinging around.
"Did you find out anything about the card?"
"Yes. It has a heat signature."
"Say that again. Are you saying it's alive?"
"Oh no, that would be impossible. It's just made of some sort of substance that radiates heat when interacted with. Those exist even if they are rare. That said, the only fingerprints visible are yours. I don't have any for this criminal that had it in his possession."
"That's odd."
"Truly. And even more-so, it does have words on it. When I figured it was heat sensitive, I put it on the bunsen burner. When I do so, words appear."
Melany passed the card to Sam. It was hot to the touch.
"Get Out of Jail Free Card?" she read.
"Yep. Seems weird huh? But it's a start."
"Yeah. Thank you."
She was so excited to have a lead, Sam reached over and hugged Melany. Her own pert breasts pressed against the lab tech's. She pulled back and reddened again.
"Always happy to help my favorite cop. Come visit any time. We can talk more than work. Cute guys. Makeup tips. Whatever suits your fancy."
"Yeah, that sounds... fun," she said hesitantly.
She had to get out of there. She took the card and left. What was going on with her? She wasn't usually this chatty with her coworkers. Melany was sort of the exception. She had fun spending time with her. Being understood. She was a good friend.
She decided the next step was to visit the inmate. See if he knew about this silly card business.
She drove down to the prison. Once inside, she sat herself in the visitation room. She felt nervous and she didn't know why. She pulled out a mirror and checked her reflection. She looked good. Her bright blue eyes shone. Her hair looked smooth and healthy. And her makeup made her look fierce. That criminal wouldn't know what hit him.
She held the card in her hand and ran her fingers over it. The heat returned to it. She felt a pressure burn in her chest. She tightened her grip on the card as a warmth hit her.
Just then, they brought the criminal in.
Ryan sat across from the police officer who had nabbed him. But she looked different. Her hair had grown out long. And he would've remembered her breasts being that big? It wasn't his business though. She was gorgeous. But he had other problems to focus on.
"Is there a problem, miss?" he asked.
"You can call me officer," she said through her teeth. Her chest was on fire. And her breasts felt so sensitive. They pressed against her shirt, claiming their full size with fervor. She couldn't help it. She grabbed the sides of her chair. If she wasn't careful, she'd cum with pleasure. Her chest felt amazing.
"Of course, officer," Ryan replied.
"Tell me about this card," she said, passing it over to him. Suddenly the heat stopped. Her breasts, held tight in her shirt, calmed. Was the card doing something to her already huge chest. D cups were no joke and she dealt with them every day.
Strange. The officer was almost spasming. And now she was fine? And her breasts, they looked, full. He picked up the card.
"It was a gift."
"From who?"
"A friend."
"I'm done playing games," she commanded. Yet, her voice didn't have the usual tone and fervor. Instead, it cracked. Her voice couldn't crack. She would sound weak.
"I'm sorry, officer, that's all I've got."
She'd have to try a different tactic. If her voice was going to crack, maybe she could use it to her advantage.
"Oh, I understand. I just thought... I'd like to know about you. Maybe you could help me out. I could really figure out this case, who actually robbed the store. Would you give me a hint?" she flirted. She wasn't used to this tactic, but it seemed to have the intended effect. The criminal's eyes had gone wide. He gulped and was a bit red.
"There was a shop, next to the jewelry store. I found the card there. It didn't seem that important."
"Even though it could get you out of jail?" she asked like a predator catching its prey.
"Hey, how do you...?"
"I found a way to read the writing. How do you think this little card is going to get you out of here? That's ridiculous," she criticized. All the while, her voice squeaked higher. It pitched up with each harsh word.
"You're right. Truthfully, I don't expect it to get me out. But I have no other option but to hope. There are people relying on me and if I don't get back to them soon, they'll be on their own. I guess I just hope it'll help. That's why I don't want you to throw it away. Call it faith if you like."
Sam couldn't believe it. This little card had inspired hope in him? And what were these people who were relying on him? Maybe he was trying to manipulate her, but he seemed so genuine. And when he talked, his eyes lit up. Don't get distracted. If he's innocent, he has nothing to hide.
"I'll be back. Here's hoping your faith pays off," she said, snatching the card and leaving. She put it in her pocket for safe keeping.
Who did this guy think he was? Acting all fake and cute. Pretending to be some sort of misunderstood hero. He was a good actor. But she wasn't fooled. Sure, she felt warm around him. And he was attractive for a criminal. But she wasn't having it.
She arrived home and set about finishing her day. Tomorrow, she'd have to visit that shop. Get more information from the owner. They'd already searched her store and found nothing of value. How she made enough money from odd trinkets, she'd never understand. But the owner definitely knew something.
That evening she decided to wash her uniform. She got in her funnest pajamas and ran her clothes. What she forgot was that the card was still in her pocket.
As she ran the laundry, her uniform began to shift. It lightened with color. And it turned pink. A perfect color for any adorable police officer. When she moved the laundry to the dryer, she took no notice of the girly uniform that stuck out.
The next morning, she checked the dryer for her uniform and there it was in all its pink glory.
"Ah shit, how did that happen? I didn't know blue wasn't supposed to mix with red. How am I going to explain this?"
But she didn't have time to worry. Work was starting soon.
She attempted to put on her uniform. It must have shrunk in the wash too because she struggled to get it buttoned. She had to find an extra tight bra to squish her breasts down. Then she put on the shirt and headed to work.
She got a lot of looks at the station. So much so that her usual strong self shied away and she kept her head down. When she was called into the captain's office, she felt ashamed.
"So, want to explain yourself?" the captain asked.
"I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't know uniforms could..."
"Uniform? What about your uniform?"
"Well, it's pink, sir."
"You always wear a pink uniform, officer. You asked for it specialty. And you were right. It's effective. Criminals listen to you. You have a charm with them. I'm not complaining if it gets the job done. I'm talking about the case. I got a call that you got flustered during your visit with the jewelry suspect."
What was he talking about? Her uniform was never pink. Until this morning. Or was it? She liked how it looked. Maybe it should always be pink. Pink is a cuter color than blue. And it makes her beautiful blue eyes pop. But flustered with the suspect? That didn't sound like her.
"I don't know what you're referring to, sir.
"Don't play coy. He got to you, didn't he? I knew letting you flirt with suspects was a bad idea. But it's been helpful so far. Getting men to admit their crimes to a beautiful woman. But you fell for him, didn't you?"
"No way. I would never..." she responded quickly. But did she believe herself? He was intriguing. But the job came first. Maybe she had let her guard down a little. She'd have to do better.
"Alright, I get it. I know you're a good cop. But pull yourself together. He's a felon. You're a cop. Do your job. Do it fast. Don't make it personal. And don't get turned on during an interrogation. Am I clear?"
"Yes, sir." She had been turned on in the room with him. She'd need to work on that. "I have a new lead. I want to question the shop owner. I think there's something there."
"Alright, get on it."
She nodded and left the room.
She drove down to the street with the jewelry store and the thrift shop. She took notice of the jewelry store in good condition. And then she went inside the store labelled Celestia's Wares and Watsits.
Inside, the red haired woman was sweeping.
"Welcome in, how can I help you? Oh, it's you. That cop from last week. How's the case going, my dear?"
"That's classified. I have a few questions for you, miss...?"
"Celestia, please."
"Miss Celestia, the day of the robbery next door, what were you doing?"
"Organizing. Selling. Usual daily activities for my shop. I already shared this with the officers that day."
"Yes, of course. Tell me, have you ever seen this card?" she asked while pulling the card from her breast pocket.
"Yes, the man you arrested had it the day you took him away."
"And before that?"
"What do you want me to say, dear?"
"He told me you sold it to him. And he earnestly believes it will help him with his current predicament. Tell me, do you sell 'get out of jail' cards?" Sam asked harshly.
"I do. I struck a deal with that young man. I wanted to help."
"So, you took advantage of a criminal?"
"May I ask you something, officer?" Celestia purred.
"I mean, I guess."
"Why did you decide to become a police officer?"
Sam was taken aback. She'd never been asked before. Most people stayed away because of her attitude. Even though she was perfectly nice. Her head began to hurt. She pursed her lips which felt tight and flushed at the pressure. She had no reason not to share with this woman. So she would.
"It was just expected. My dad wanted a son. You see, he was a police officer. And his dad was in the military. I came from a tough family. And I kept the lineage strong by putting away criminals and making the world better."
"And you enjoy it?"
"I'm not sure I understand. I'm doing something for the good of society."
"Oh pish posh. Some cops are good, some are bad. You seem to be trained that there is bad in society that is your job to exterminate."
"Well, sure. It's my duty. Crime is intolerable. Criminals are irredeemable."
"What about that man? Who is suspected of robbing the jewelry store. Does he seem irredeemable? Do you know his motives?"
"I didn't... I was raised to not care. That crime is evil no matter the reason. That society's rules are set and important."
"I see. You know, I have daddy issues too. My dad is a demon. He wanted me to take up the family business and manipulate people with their greatest flaws and weaknesses. He wanted me to torture people basically."
Sam figured demon was a harsh thing to call a father. But her dad was abusive and harsh too. Maybe he was a consultant. She brushed her hand through her hair in thought. She did that when she was stressed. Played with her waves. They felt extra soft today.
"But you didn't want to?" Sam asked.
Celestia smirked as she watched Sam's hair lighten. A blonde sheen began slinking from the right side of her head to her left. I had colored half of Sam's hair as she paced by the front desk.
"I wanted to own a shop. Live among people. Study them and their fun little habits. I see the possible in people. Like in you. I see you not for who you are but who you could be. Free and excited by life. Devoid of hatred and responsibility. That's my passion. Helping wayward souls. Giving them a shortcut to being themselves, shedding away all of the distractions and worthless negativities. So, you see, that's what the card is for."
"It's going to make the suspect who he wants to be?"
"Oh, he is plenty himself. Kind, driven, hopeful. He seems cute. But he doesn't have the circumstances to live a good life. I hope to change that."
"With a card?"
"Exactly."
Sam wasn't sure. The lady seemed loony. But that didn't make her a criminal.
"Sorry to waste your time. I'll be going," Sam said as she walked out.
"It was lovely to see you again," Celestia called. "And I love what you've done with your hair."
Sam didn't know what the lady was talking about. She always took great care of her hair. Washed it with special shampoos. She stopped outside on the street and sighed. 'What was she going to do? The shop owner was fascinating but no help. The suspect was sitting in jail. And she had no evidence except the little card she kept turning over in her hands. This case was just getting stranger,' the blonde officer thought.
She decided she was going to visit the suspect again. Ask him about his experience with the store.
She drove quickly to the jail. She wasn't feeling super healthy, maybe she'd come down with a bug, so she'd have to be quick about this. She tied her hair up in a ponytail and went in.
The suspect was already seated when she arrived. He was in an orange jumpsuit and looked a mess. She hoped he was sleeping alright and getting taken care of. Usually, that wouldn't matter to her. But he looked so rough. His messy hair and sunken eyes gave him an air of mystery. She felt her heart flutter when he raised an eyebrow at her standing just outside the door. She attempted to compose herself and went in.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. She sat across from the suspect. Ryan? She thought that was his name.
"I already told the other officer everything I know," Ryan said confused. Why would they send a different officer to confront him? Was the other lady off the case? And why was this officer so cute? Bright blonde hair, wide blue eyes, full puckered lips. Who was this lady? And why was she wearing a pink uniform? She was looking at him with, what was that, attraction? She was beautiful. Stunning even. Her shirt could barely hold her chest. He could almost see a bit on skin between her taught buttons. He needed to calm down. Just because she was gorgeous didn't give him the right to ogle her.
"Hello again, Ryan. I have a few more questions for you."
Did she have to have such a melodic voice? This was a cop. He needed to focus. Wait, again? Few more questions? No way.
"Is that you, officer?"
"What do you mean? Is this a joke? I don't think it's very funny."
She looked like she was going to cry.
"No, no joke. You just, seem different is all."
What was he talking about? Did he like the way she had her hair up? She'd need to remember that. He was staring. Say something.
"Let's focus, please. I went to the shop where you got this card," she said holding it up. "The owner told me about it. You know, it can't get you out of jail right?"
He was shocked. Had the lady lied to him? He had so wanted to believe her. "I know. I guess I just hoped."
Sam grew disheartened at the sight of him sad. "You know, we can still make a deal. If we can get your confession and the location of the stolen goods, you might not even have to be in here that long."
"I don't know where they are. Honest. Whether or not I robbed the store doesn't matter because I don't have any stolen jewelry and I don't know where it is. That's the truth. And I can't change it. I know you're just doing your job. I understand. There's just more to the story that you can't see."
For some reason, she believed him. He seemed so honest. So good. She felt heat flutter into her chest. It surged with warmth. Her already full chest bubbled. Her boobs had formerly sat comfortably in her top. Now they were fighting it. Pressure built. She reached her hand down and grasped the chair with all her might. Energy was flowing through her. She was filling up. Fat was emerging from her chest.
All the while, her hair glowed light. Her makeup flourished from her face, perfect eyeliner and blush adorned her. Her hips felt tight on her chair as her butt followed suit, filling with pressure. Her pants groaned under the expansion as her rear gurgled and grew outward, giving Sam a sort of shelf on her backside. Her thighs responded as well, inching outwards to fill out her pants.
Her breasts continued their mission to destroy her bra. They pressed against each other and she felt them escape, bit by bit, out the sides of her measly bra. Her nipples erected fully out the front of her creaking pink button down. She was helpless to the warmth. And Ryan was sitting there in front of her agape.
Ryan saw the whole thing. When he talked, the officer seemed to fill. Her cheeks flushed and she was nearly drooling. Every aspect of her became increasingly attractive. He couldn't explain what was happening. Or why no one seemed to notice.
Finally, the pressure stopped. Sam's E cup breasts pushed once more against her top before plopping into place. Her shirt was barely containing the mountains of flesh. When she came to, she heaved a sigh and stared intensely at Ryan.
"Is everything okay, officer...?"
"Sammy. My friends call me Sammy."
"Are we friends?"
"We could be. If I knew more. I need to know about you. So I can help. I don't know why but I can't help but believe you. I want you to be free like me. I think my time is up, but I'll be back tomorrow. Be ready. And Ryan, don't give up. Sometimes you get lucky."
She got up in a huff. She needed some fresh air. Her head was aching. Ryan wanted to help her. And she wanted to help him. She arrived outside and flipped her hair in relief. She'd need to clock out for the day so she could get a new pair of pants. She was a bit embarrassed to leak a little but she couldn't help herself. She was turned on by whatever that rush was. She eyed the get out of jail free card and smiled. Maybe this little trinket could help her with this mess.
When she settled in for the night, Sammy felt peaceful. The case was serious, but it wasn't bothering her as much as it could've. And then there was Ryan. The suspect with the heart of gold. She had no reason to believe he was a good guy. He was basically seen doing the crime. But there was something innocent about him.
She gathered herself, ate a big meal, and lied down for bed in her favorite pink pajamas that sat on her heavy chest comfortably. She was used to men staring. Women too. But the looks that inmate gave her just made her antsy. As she thought about him, she put her hand in her pants and rubbed her clit. She thought about helping Ryan and masturbated to the idea of him and her, free together. His toned musculature. His chiseled face. His intense eyes. She moaned as she came, rubbing her sensitive breasts all the while.
She soon fell asleep.
As she dreamed, the card that sat on her nightstand worked itself again. This time, just on her curves. Her waist which was always toned and in shape, remained as so. That only accentuated her breasts which pushed against her silk pajamas as well as the covers. Sleeping on her side, her boobs filled with warm fat that fell against her sheets.
Her hips continued to curve as well. Her thighs grew with fat and muscle that made her lower half look circular. Her ass plumped to a perky round behind. She moaned in her sleep. While she dreamed, she bit her lips which only elevated their size, puffing them out more.
When she woke up, Sammy felt sluggish. She went to the shower and rinsed her mounds and shapely ass, massaging both thoroughly. She wasn't sure when her breasts had grown this much. It was almost worrying seeing them at near F cups and her butt so bouncy. And cute to be fair. When did this happen? When she was younger? She had blossomed very quickly and never stopped. Maybe they just got bigger always. That would be fun. Bouncy big boobs forever?
She dried off and put on her uniform. She could barely button her buttons. But she was used to this. It was either she wear an ugly oversized uniform or wear something that showed her puppies on full view. She could bear it. Police work was almost easier when criminals were so enamored with her that they surrendered quickly.
Next she squeezed her supple butt into her pink work pants. Made special for the force's best dangerous criminal handling officer. It gave her an 'approachable, safe' impression. She understood the necessity.
She squeezed her chest into her driver's seat and made her way to work.
She was used to stares in the bullpen. But the whispers were a bit much. 'There goes Silly Sammy,' they'd say. She had tried to make herself approachable, but most of the guys were intimidated or looked down on her. Her closest friend was Melany in the tech lab. She knew what it was like to be treated different for having a big chest.
She approached the captain's office.
"Do you have a second, sir?" she asked.
"Come on in."
She squeezed her hips into one of the chairs facing his desk.
"What's this about?" he continued.
"I'm having doubts about the jewelry robbery. You know I can usually read people pretty well. This guy feels weird. He insists he doesn't know the whereabouts of the jewelry. And I believe him."
"Let me ask you a question. Are you sure this job is for you? You've been an asset to the force for a while, using your special skills to talk down dangerous criminals. But detective work? I don't know, do you think you're up for it? I'm all for believing innocence, but then where are the stolen items?"
"I have been having trouble recently if I'm being perfectly honest. I feel like this uniform just doesn't fit me anymore. Like, I know I can help, but being tough and mean doesn't feel right. I'm not one of your intense cops, you know?"
"Tell you what. I've been talking with my superiors, and we may have an idea. We'd like you to be a specialist. Someone the police force can rely on for specific scenarios. Like talking down dangerous people. Or going undercover to gain information. We'd have to fire you for the sake of removing affiliation, but you would actually be getting paid more and would only work when we need you. You'd be on retainer."
Sammy felt herself fill with warmth. That sounded incredible. She wanted to run up and hug the captain, but she knew that would be inappropriate.
"I would love that."
"And luckily for you, we only ever produced a pink uniform for you so no need to turn it in. I'll just take your gun and then you can turn in your badge at the end of the week when you confirm my offer."
The warmth grew with Sammy's excitement. She placed her gun on the desk and left the office. As she left the bullpen, she felt the swell of anticipation turn literal as her breasts pressed forward. Her buttons creaked and as she entered the elevator, three of her button popped clean off her shirt. They flew into the room as the elevator door closed, leaving her exposed. She ran to her car, embarrassed.
Once she sat down, she froze. Her chest felt warm, specifically from the card in her pocket.
She pulled it out and stared at it.
"What's happening to me? I got fired. I'm crushing on a criminal. And my boobs won't stop growing. Ugh. But they feel so nice. And I like my new job. Now I just got to go tell Ryan. Won't he be surprised. I better button up. If I can."
She drove over to the prison and waited for Ryan. When he walked in, he found Sammy sitting with her chest exposed and sweaty.
"What's going on, officer?"
"I thought I asked you to call me Sammy," she said as she plopped her elbows on the table.
"Right, Sammy. I just got word, my case has been dismissed. Did you do something?"
"I got fired. Couldn't focus. But don't tell anyone, they secretly hired me for specialty work. Now, I'm not a mean, angry cop. I get to help people by being fun and nice. And I want to help you."
"So, you got my case thrown out?"
"Not enough evidence. And the arresting officer got fired while working the case. It made sense."
"Wow. Why'd you do all that?"
"Because I was unhappy. This is much better."
"Thank you, really. I can never repay you. But why do that for me? I'm not special." he asked the beautiful woman.
"Because... I think we have a connection. I like you, Ryan. You're mysterious. It makes me feel..."
She stopped talking when the heat of passion hit her. And it hit her hard.
She groaned and arched backward suddenly.
"Are you okay, officer? Er, Sammy?"
Ryan watched her breasts bubble. In a moment, they heaved forward. Flesh over flesh. Her breasts pressed heavily against themselves, stretching her open top to its limits. They grew round and pert, squishing against the fabric. Her areolae and nipples grew and were nearly visible from the taught skin that almost escaped her shirt. Her chest sat on the desk in full view, as if any moment they would explode out of her.
Unseen by Ryan, Sammy's ass was growing. With a jolt and a moan, her hips popped out Into the tight leather of her pants. Her thighs thickened to ridiculous proportions, swelling beyond huge and into enormous territory. Her ass worked with her thighs as fat pushed it out, bit by bit. She rose off her seat. Her thighs and ass squished together forming comfortable folds and pockets. Soon, they grew easily beyond her shoulders, giving her a full hourglass figure.
She heaved a moan.
"What the fuck was that?" Ryan asked.
"I just grew for you, silly. What did you think was going on?"
"For me? That was for me?"
"I think my feelings for you become literal parts of me. The more I start feeling for you, the bigger I get. It's so fun!"
"Is that why you look so different? Are you magic?"
"I think it's this," she said, pulling the card out of her pocket.
"The get out of jail free card. I get freed, and you become different?"
"Better. I know it's weird. But I can feel all the bad emotions leaving me. I'm so happy. Really. Please don't worry. You're so sweet."
"So that card? It works for both of us?"
"We're both gonna be so free! It'll be awesome. And we can be together."
"You're incredible. So when do I get out?"
"In a few days. But I'll visit you every day until then. I promise."
"I think... I'm hopeful about my future. How can I ever repay you?"
"We'll figure that out when you get out of here," she flirted.
Sammy turned to leave. She didn't want to but her time was up. As she grabbed up the card, Ryan grabbed her hand.
"Why don't I hold onto that? You might become too sexy."
She whipped it out of his hand. "No such thing. You get your property back when you get out of jail."
She bounced out happily.
She did as she promised and came back every day. She wouldn't wear her police uniform anymore. Instead she liked her new pink jumpsuits that had replaced all of her bland gray clothes she used to wear.
She remembered the old days like a fog. Or a dream. She knew something had changed, after all she couldn't figure out if she had H cup breasts forever or if they were a recent thing. But she knew that she used to be unhappy. Used to work to work and hated life so she took it out on others. Now, she had joy. And she could do whatever she wanted without the pretenses of her past.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked hot. Her breasts were stuffed into her outfit and her butt pressed into the back. Surely she could make Ryan feel things in this outfit.
She decided to put her hair up, attempted to zip her jumpsuit over her haughty chest, and left for the prison.
"I hear they're letting you out tomorrow."
"I know, I'm excited. We've barely spent any time together, and I already know I'm in love with you. These past few days have been so fun. You look gorgeous again today, by the way," he complimented.
"You're such a gentleman. I didn't expect that. You, with your ratty presentation."
"Ha, I was never too worried about how I looked. Food came first."
"Now why would that be? I get it. But we also are going to fit you with nice clothes and a haircut. Make you all sexy, from head to toe."
"I suppose. But where will we get the money?"
"Well, about that. When I was unhappy, I never spent money. I was so boring. I invested everything I didn't need and now I have more money than I could ever need. So, we can spend it on suits, and a house, and whatever else."
"This is too good to believe."
"Believe it, cutie. If you could spend money on any ridiculous thing, what would it be?"
"This may sound silly, but I'd want to build an orphanage. And help people like me."
Sammy just about crushed him with her massive breasts. She wanted to fuck him so bad. Good guys were just so hot.
"I'll see what I can do. My time is up, but I'll see you tomorrow for free day."
She left and winked at him.
When Ryan got out the next day, there was Sammy in a revealing outfit with seemingly bouncier breasts than before and her hair in pigtails.
She ran up and nearly tackled him. She kissed him and hugged him tight. She led him to her car and drove him to their new apartment that she had redecorated and furnished.
"I can't believe this is my life."
"And now, the moment of truth."
Sammy pulled out the get out of jail free card. Ryan stopped her.
"Wait, what if this is your only way to change back?"
"I will never want to change back," she said and she ripped the card.
As she did, a warmth filled the two of them. They locked eyes and stared hungrily at each other.
"Do you feel what I'm feeling?" he asked innocently.
Every part of Sammy itched with desire. Her lips puffed, her breasts jutted out, her thighs gurgled with anticipation at being ripped from their containment.
"Get over here."
She pushed him down onto the couch and tore his pants from his body. She sat her enormous rear right on his lap and pushed her breasts into his face.
"Do you like the view?" she asked.
"You're so sexy."
She couldn't handle it. She started kissing him like she was dying of thirst. She held him tight like she couldn't bear to let him go.
He grabbed and started massaging her breasts. They were soft and plush. He kneaded her like dough. And she loved it.
She moaned and groaned as their lips touched. Her lips felt like soft, sensitive pillows. She was so horny, she stuck her tongue in his mouth. She was practically dying for him.
She brought her body lower and teased him by slowly lowering her breasts down his torso. She unveiled his rock hard dick. She was surprised. Fully erect, he had to be nearly a foot? She stared longingly at his penis then started licking it. She moved her tongue down the shaft. Then she brought him to her lips and began sucking.
She bobbed and sucked, trying to get every inch of his member with her drool and saliva. Soon, his dick was plenty wet. She used her breasts to surround his dick and gave him a titjob and a blowjob at once. It was heavenly.
She sucked and pressed against his abs as he threw his shirt off. Soon, his moan grew louder and eventually he came from the intensity. She sucked him dry and swallowed.
"Yummy. Now, let's see if we can get a little more out of you."
She began undressing, slowly at first, but the pressure of her breasts and thighs practically forced her clothes off. She jiggled free in all her glory, her pert juicy H cup boobs bouncing and her shelf of an ass sticking out from her body nearly two feet.
She started climbing him, her breasts tickling his skin. She sat her warm meaty thighs over his throbbing cock which had no trouble returning to full size at the sight of her stunning naked form. She lowered slowly over him. The feeling sent shivers up her spine. Her eyes went crossed and she stuck her tongue out in pleasure.
"Fuck, oh fuck, you're so sexy. Fuck me. Please, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," she moaned as she picked up speed and got louder.
She was practically screaming when he moved her and bent her over doggy style.
"Yes, please, fuck me, daddy. Fuck me. Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh. Fuuuuuuuuck, fuuuuuuuuck, yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes, please. HARDER," she screamed as he slapped his body against hers, penetrating her aching pussy over and over and over again. She was barely speaking as her guttural moans took control, forming sounds rather than words.
"UH, UH, OH, OH, OH, UNH, UNH, FU, FU, SHI, AH, AAH, AAAH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaah," she grunted as her moans turned into a sigh when she came from the pleasure. Ryan quickly joined and came in her.
They lied back in a sweat.
"That was incredible," he panted.
"Yeah, no kidding. You're so sexy. I want more, but we should probably refuel first. I'll get you whatever you want for dinner. And then, you can eat if off me," she whispered to him.
They went at it like that for days. Both of them virgins before meeting each other, one without opportunity and the other without excitement, now fulfilled and literally filled by their changes.
Eventually, they married each other. They had no friends so they eloped to a cabin and destroyed most of the furniture tearing each other apart.
They soon made the news as the sexy, young philanthropists that were opening up orphanages all over the state. Their picture was all over the internet, insanely gorgeous couple helps the less fortunate. They would set up programs to help young homeless people gain the knowledge and expertise to have a good life. They had so much love, they wanted to share it. And their investment turned into a business. Everyone wanted to be involved so the more people they helped, the more profit they turned, and the more homes they could open.
They had a deal. Every person they help get a better life, they celebrate by fucking the shit out of each other. They would help the needy and have endless loving sex. And why not? They were free to do so.