Police Custody IICaroline awoke at 3 am. Hunger gnawed at her insides like a chip of bone in a tumble dryer. She had to eat. Her senses were dull and insubstantial, she felt as if her legs were made of butter, but she still made it out of bed and over to the refridgerator. The cold arctic light flooded to kitchen as she wrenched the door open, and began blindly and unthinkingly to feast. Her only instinct was to eat as much as she could get her hands on, all senses and actions subserviant to the overwhelming desire to gorge herself. Raw meat. Putrescent vegetable matter. Dry pasta. It mattered not to Caroline, she ate it all, her hunger slowly subsiding as she ate more and more to curb its growling impatience. After an hour or so of incessant feeding, her hunger had subsided fully, and her cupboards were bare. Caroline crawled back into bed, greatful for her release, and climbed between the sheets to sleep until morning.
The alarm awoke her with a shrill metallic din at 7, and she slapped feebly at the
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"what exactly is it?"
Caroline stood infront of the bound dealer, and waved the five silver syringes under his nose.
"You wouldn't understand, cop, its not good for you"
He sneared through teeth like ranks of shattered porcelien, his laugh bubbling in his throat. Caroline hit him. Just hard enough to feel the cartelage of his nose grate under the heel of her palm, just hard enough to feel the skin split.
"What is it?"
The man looked up with his ruined face, blood streaming over his cracked visage as he spoke.
Again she hit him.
"Alright, alright. Its something we boosted from from the bio science lab over on west. Its some sort of tiny robots, they use them to produce drugs, military grade stuff. We tried putting one dose of it in a cow, to see if we could make some worth selling, but we didn't use enough, it didn't work. Got fucking cow everywhere..."
Caroline remembered the scene in the next room. it looked like s
Police Custody - FinaleThe door buckled under the sustained battering of the breach hammers, and finally gave way in a shower of splinters. The armed swat members poured through the door way, and quickly took up covering positions. The doctor entered. Caroline smiled appreciatively, pausing momentarily before continuing to stroke her massive, churning girth.
"We tried to reason with you Caroline, but you just wouldn't listen."
The doctor cast an eye over the figure in front of him. Caroline's wan smile and dark brown hair belied the grotesquery of her situation, propped up on a mountain of pillows, her vast stomach stretching out in front of her like a spherical white ocean. The entire scene was almost laughable, she appeared teardrop shaped as her titanic midriff dwarfed the elegant and pensive upper half of her body as she reclined on the bed, sticking out her swollen gut for all the world to see and know just how massive and unbelievably enormous her stomach had become. Her lonely navel, far out of her ow
Police Custody IIICaroline ran down the stairs to the first basement level, and to the police medical bay. The medical bay had become fully automated these days, a good way to save on wages for doctors, and also a handy way of avoiding sexual harassment issues from junior doctors who flunked out of medical school. Caroline headed for the nearest free booth, and locked the door behind her.
To call it a booth was to do it a disservice, the booths were cylindrical rooms large enough to accommodate an adjustable examining table, a flat panel display monitor mounted on the wall at the head of the table, and an array of complex and occasionally barbaric looking pieces of medical equipment on a collection of flexible segmented metal arms which hung from the square control unit on the ceiling.
Caroline dumped her things on the floor by the door, lay out on the operating table, and touched the display panel to fire up the machine. The arms gave a familiar shudder as they came to life overhead, Caroline watched a