Jen's Duty Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 7 by tfwnogiantgf

"Well, it's good you're stuck with me then."

"Wha-!?" The transition from her vaguely apologetic tone to this confidence was jarring. It shot through the triple-amputee Blake like cold water. He became even more intimately aware of every little trickle of juices around the officer's body, and the tightening of her core around him, as both her finger and thumb on either hand held him.

Jen, despite being off-duty and half-naked, put on her best show of authority. "It's safest you're with someone responsible. Unable to cause any more nuisance with that magic."

He was about to complain, when she provided him with a tight, meaty squeeeze. "And anyway, you can't hide that my belly's your favorite. Dream come true, isn't it? Being in cells like this?"

Blake, weakly, let out a little moan. "There's... barely be any of me left to enjoy it, Jen..."

She huffed - a motion that he'd seen many times, but was just now experiencing in full, from the cramped, cavernous interior of her supple stomach. "I don't leave cases cold. And I assure you, this will be very hot."

The words went from sensual to absolutely scalding soon after she fit her uniform back on. He noticed increase vigor and activity in her arms as she re-dressed. Every wiggle was like a firestorm waiting to happen within him. No sooner had she left the mirrors and sweat of the dance class than was Officer Jen on patrol on the sweltering streets around New Opal. She powerwalked several laps around, her humid outfit hugging her form and squishing Blake in the jolting, jiggling mess of his own creation.

"Why can't you just-"

"Littering!" She interrupted and pointed forward, racing towards an unsuspecting teenager depositing a cigarette. She chased him for a good few blocks. From her pace, the up-and-down motion of her legs, Blake could tell; she wasn't going at full speed. She was intentionally exerting herself more to boil him. And it worked; very quickly, his leg felt singed, as if an open candle lapped at it. Soon, it dissolved, each step and every pant from the hefty steps letting "chunks" of him loose into the seas of hardening muscle mass.

As the delinquent escaped - both words seeming inaccurate, since it was a minor misdemeanor and Jen wasn't going 100% - Blake noticed the last of his body had been totally broken. "Wh-wha? You're not going to go through with this!?"

"You can't stop this blue machine." She tapped her stomach, rubbing it - even the jolts and wobbles of her meaty hand ate away at his torso, squeezing his biomass into the wet, tight embrace. "My belly makes quick work of anything that goes in, and my abs break them all down."

She got to her arms and started performing push-ups, spontaneously. As her body shifted up and down, the full weight of that massive tum, with a sheen over shimmering muscular buildup, brought its force down upon Blake with furious vengeance. "Feel that? That's the last of you giving its rights up to my tum."

As the belly boy, indeed, felt his very essence being burned from both ends, reduced to merely a head, he looked over his life. How he'd gotten here. All the trouble he'd had with Officer - no, just "Jen" now. And a memory struck him. "I- I actually have a vessel in my room that I could stay in! All I need is - nngh... One little spell..."

PLOP. His mouth burned away right after saying that.

"Sorry. It'd look bad on my career if this got out... So you're just going to have to stay covered." She got up, dusting herself off. Of course, some people saw - but who would be able to prove any wrongdoing? All the "evidence" was inside her.

And that case was closed - for her, at least. Blake would keep experiencing her every move for a long, long time...