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Friday afternoon and Jack Campbell was stopped at the Highway 2 in East Dexter, Issa State watching time ticking away. East Dexter was the poor district of Dexter with its cheap industrial zones and faded residential buildings. A travelling salesman who'd just finished selling two power generator units to Red Roof Drilling Co he was hoping to get to Dexter Skyport for the flight home. With two cars, a big rig and a pick-up truck involved in a major fender bender that wasn't going to happen. Traffic was gridlocked and ten Dexter Police Department cruisers were blocking traffic whilst two ambulance crews worked on getting people out of the wrecks. This was going to be a long wait. He quickly logged onto the Issa Express website and moved his ticket to the late evening flight and then settled in.

It wasn't all bad, reflected Jack. His job involved travel and he always looked for the upside of a situation. Delays were just part of the game. A definite upside of the situation was one of the cop's.

Jack loved a chunky cop girl in uniform. She was stood with another two cops facing the backed up traffic. The other two cops were male and taller than her but she had some serious muscle bulk and a powerful build. Her arms were like pythons and literally popping out of her short sleeved uniform shirts. Around her muscles she had a thick coating of fat and a solid belly hung over her utility belt. The look wasn't quite natural and suggested some growth hormone and Alphralinax steroids had helped her on the way to fully fledged girl beefcake. She looked young but perfectly capable of looking after herself.

Enjoying soaking up the bellied beefcake with a badge he watched a Dexter PD SUV roll up and a cop with sergeants stripes on her arms stepped down. She was an older version the girl cop. There was a quick confab and the sergeant joined the group. All the cops struck power poses with their hands on their belts as they surveyed the situation. The female sergeant was talking with the girl beefcake. Both had such thick thighs they had to spread their legs slightly when standing.

Jack happily watched her and wondered just how she'd gotten that big so young.

One Year Earlier...

The briefing room at the Dexter Police Department's headquarters. The room was filled with thirty uniformed cops sat in a state of suspended animation listening to the Lieutenant talking through the shift. Coffee was being drunk, donuts were being eaten and a show of attention was being delivered. One of those cops was Elizabeth "Buffy" Taylor.

The briefing over Buffy was filing out with the cities other patrol cops. She had a rush of nervous excitement. Her first day out there on the streets with her badge and gun along with the power to arrest. It wasn't the pro powerball career she'd once imagined but Buffy was proud to be in law enforcement.

Aged twenty three, stood 5ft8 Buffy had a hefty powerball players frame with broad shoulders and the build of a power athlete. She'd been working out since junior high and had that jacked up look. Since graduating from Issa Tech with an education mostly in powerball she'd continued to hit the weights room but her cardio training had slipped. Buffy hated cardio. The effect was she'd gain 20lbs of muscle and some fat through Police Academy and weighed in at just under 200lbs. Training cop wasn't the same as playing Issa State college powerball. Her muscle and extra bulk filled out her beige Dexter Police Department uniform. Buffy herself had a handsome rather than pretty face with grey eyes and her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail.

Located in Issa State on the Corporate Worlds planet of Kane Alpha the Dexter PD was made up of majority Corporate World citizens (Corps) and a number of Aurellians. The Corps tended to be powerfully built with a mix of muscle and gut. Most of the females had Buffy's thick build but with fifty to a hundred pounds extra bulk. In a culture obsessed with size Corp cops were expected to be big. Buffy overheard conversations about her:

"Damn your gonna have to beef up girl" said one hefty female cop.

"You need to swing by Benny's for one of those ninety nine cent hot dogs real quick" added another.

"She's kinda cute though" added a male cop.

"Kinda. I guess. Add fifty more pounds on her."

"Rookie's always gain..."

Buffy felt her face flush a little. She'd never been described as small before. But she kept her composure. Having been on sports teams she knew she needed to prove herself and fit in. Being part of the team was important for Buffy. Back in high school and college powerball the pressure had been pure athleticism. But looking around the female patrol cops all but the few Aurellian's were hefty muscle and gut types. Like they could lift crazy weights and wrestle down the most out of line suspect. Buffy knew her squad had a tough beat around the suburb of East Dexter and she figured the size was a benefit.

It pulled against her coaches demands for more athletic performance but Buffy figured her powerball career was over and her law enforcement career had just started. That thought stung a little. Buffy had been ignored by the pro powerball teams after graduation. But she was proud to wear the Dexter Police Department badge and determined to be accepted as part of the team.

Stepping out of the briefing room at tall muscled up cop in his mid thirties smiled at her. Officer Hoss Johnson was a ten year veteran of the Dexter PD and had self assigned himself as Buffy's mentor. General consensus was that was because he wanted to get into her pants. Which may indeed have been his original plan but he'd quickly learned Buffy Taylor liked girls.

"See any booty you like Buf?" he asked.

Buffy rolled her eyes. Hoss continued.

"I reckon Sgt Jackson gotta be a nine. That chick is jacked and she's got curves. That ass is like something you could..."

"Hoss."

"What?"

"Shut up!"

The pair walked out to their cruisers in silence. Buffy was secretly grateful for Hoss taking the unofficial role of her mentor. Her squad policed the rough streets of East Dexter and it was a world apart from the middle class suburb Buffy had grown up in. Hoss Johnson might not have been an intellectual but he was street smart.

"Hey Hoss, what was that about Benny's dogs?" asked Buffy.

"Gotta get one of those. Benny's Dogs are awesome. Like ninety nine cents and its massive and you get all the toppings. Just off the H-2 exit."

"Cool."

"That said working day shifts just smile at most the fast food places and you'll get what you want for free."

"Rockin'! I bought that growth hormone stuff and Alpha so I'm trying to add some size on."

"Makes sense. A little extra bulk is gonna help you out on the streets."

"I can be badass when I want to."

"Sure you can but an extra fifty pounds is gonna help add some extra ass in the badass."

"True."

Later that day Buffy had responded to a DUI, issued a disturbing the peace citation, a speeding ticket and assisted the arresting officers in a domestic assault arrest. A busy day for a rookie cop even by the standards of East Dexter. She'd also discovered her badge and gun went a long way with the cities fast food outlets. All she had to do was smile and they handed her a tasty plateful without asking for any money. By the time her shift was finished Buffy was stuffed full.

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A couple of months later...

Jenn had the appearance of a pretty regular low income off worlder in the Issa State tiberium drilling city of Dexter . She was driving a twenty year old Nissan sedan with faded brown paintwork. The vehicle had hundreds of thousands of miles on the clock and was fixing to fall apart once and for all. After working a night shift and then a morning shift coating industrial pipe she'd pulled off Highway 2 and was driving along the streets of East Dexter. The wrong side of the highway and East Dexter was one small step up from the ghetto district of Stanton. It was the part of town where rent was cheap and as a new arrival on Kane Alpha Jenn was living cheap. Working back to back shifts at Red Barron Industrial Piping Co and getting herself established. She knew she needed to amass $3000 Corp Dollars in the bank to cover her workers visa. Then she could apply for a full work visa and would no longer be an illegal and could get paid a proper salary.

Early afternoon and the traffic was quiet. Keeping to the speed limit and stopping at red lights she was keen not to attract the attention of any cops. The other condition of getting her full work visa was no criminal record or arrest. Stopping at a red light she gulped. A Dexter Police Department cruiser rolled to a stop next to her. Jenn looked nervously across. The cop behind the wheel was a young, muscled up and fattened up girl that filled out the drivers side of her Ford Interceptor. She was beefy and hefty looking. Not as big as some that Jenn had seen but she knew the type. She was fixing Jenn with a hard cop look.

The light turned green. Jenn debated what to do. After work she'd taken a cheap shot of ICE which she knew was illegal. Did the cop somehow know she'd done that? She still had the needle in her car as proof. That was enough for a felony arrest if the cop wanted it to be.

"Shit" sighed Jenn.

Did she make her right turn or did she wait for the cop to go first? Which would attract less attention. The cop didn't move. Fingers tapping on the wheel Jenn tried to work out the best course of action. She wanted the cop to just drive on. Nervously she looked back across at the cop. She was still looking directly at Jenn. The light turned back to red.

Across in the Dexter PD cruiser Buffy shifted her growing weight in her seat worked out what to do. Early on in her career on the Dexter PD and she was adjusting to the job. She was starting to learn how to read the streets and she knew the off worlder in the Nissan was more nervous than she should be. The question was what had she done? In Buffy's opinion off worlders had generally done something they shouldn't. Opening the cruiser door she hauled herself up and began her power waddling walk around her cruiser toward the Nissan. Loaded on growth hormones and Alpha along with her weight training plan and Buffy had packed on twenty pounds quickly. Her thighs were thick, her ass jutted out like a hefty bubble and a beginner belly had popped out. All were balanced by her bulging muscles but she was a lot heftier than her powerball quarterback days.

At that moment the light turned green. The Nissan hit the gas and took a right turn.

"What the..."

Hauling ass as fast as she Buffy got back in her crusier, slammed the door and set off in pursuit. The powerful vehicle growled into life and she set off with a right turn. That turn lead into a tight grid of side streets that lead to another four way intersection. The Nissan had turned either left or right. Buffy debated what to do. Turn left or right? She considered a radio call but held back. Right now all she could call was a faded Nissan sedan. She didn't even know the license plate.

"How the fuck did the bitch like disappear?" said Buffy to herself.

The cruiser's engine ticking over she looked in the rear view mirror. She spied the old Nissan and a petite figure walking away. Hauling herself up out of the cruiser she shouted:

"Hey, stop!"

At that she began her power wiggle toward the off worlder. Then the off worlder broke into a run. Buffy set off in pursuit. At her weight it was almost a forlorn effort as she tried to keep pace with the off worlder. Breathlessly she shouted into her radio:

"Taylor, 910, foot pursuit...ummm... West 101st Street ."

Stepping it up Buffy followed through the streets. Muscled and beefed up Buffy wasn't a great runner but she could keep pace with the off worlder. Turning a corner the off worlder diappeared down an alley way. Gasping for breath Buffy stopped next to an ally way. The ally way itself was a squeeze for Buffy and she didn't like the idea of following the off worlder down it. Her sergeant told her never to put herself in unnecessary danger and that alley way looked like a bad place for a lone cop. Putting her arms on her sides the big girl worked on getting her breath back. It pissed her off that the off worlder had escaped. That bitch was sure as hell guilty of something. Otherwise she wouldn't have run.

"Shit."

Turning back Buffy stalked toward her cruiser. Talking into her radio she huffed:

"Taylor 910, foot pursuit terminated. No assistance required."

"Does that mean you lost the suspect?" said her sergeants voice.

"Affirmative."

Reaching her cruiser Buffy glared at two local residents who were laughing in her direction and felt her face flush as another Dexter PD cruiser rolled up. A slender yet powerfully built Aurellian cop was at the wheel. She stood maybe 5ft7 and weighed in at roughly 170lbs but without a pound of fat. She had a chiselled and yet striking face and brunette hair. The girl looked to be in her middle twenties. With the other officer sat in her cruiser Buffy couldn't see everything but what she saw, she liked. Her name tag read Officer Dakota Wyatt. Dakota pushed up her Ray Bun sunglasses and said:

"You okay there rookie?"

"Yeah, the suspect...ummmm...got away."

"Gotcha."

At that Dakota drove off. Buffy glanced once more at the local denziens laughing at her failed chase sat back down in her cruiser. She was learning that being a patrol cop wasn't like the shows on TV. It was about being tactical and only making moves when it made sense. Chasing after every possible suspect didn't work. That and her extra pounds made her good in a close quarters confrontation but not right for a foot pursuit. Frustrated she glared at the locals one last time, put her cruiser into drive and drove off.

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A month or so later and Buffy was sat in the Moonshire Diner with one of her work buddies Officer Hoss Johnson half way through a breakfast plate of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns, biscuits, gravy and a stack of pancakes with maple syrup. Buffy had gotten used to starting a day shift off with a big breakfast at the diner. Regularly frequented by cops the Moonshire was directly opposite the Dexter Police Department headquarters and served hefty belly busting portions for the many heavyweights on the department.

Both Buffy and Hoss were focused on their food. Massively muscled up and with a hefty gut and a buzz cut Hoss was the stereotype Issa State patrol officer. Loaded up on growth hormone and Alphralinax drugs Buffy was packing on size quickly and beginning to sport the hot beefed up girl cop look. Before her shift she hammered the gym for an hour, then chowed down at Moonshine's before patrolling the streets of Dexter. She was finding the extra size useful for dealing with suspects and she loved the way she was starting to pack out her uniform.

Shovelling in another fork full of bacon Buffy said:

"I like did a four hundred pound dead lift this morning."

"Yeah, that's a lot for a girl. I bet you looked freaking hot doing it. What were you wearing? Some kind of tight lycra shorts and a sports bra? Saw a chick who's way hotter than you, like an eight or something, with that look doing dead lifts last night. It was like an instant fucking boner!"

"Screw you, sexist asshole!" laughed Buffy. She was used to smack talk on shift and no cop gave another cop an easy ride.

"I'm not sexist" protested Hoss "I love all kinds of female. Heck, every man should have one."

"Fuck you" countered Buffy whilst gulping down hash browns.

The two ate in silence for a few more minutes. Both looked out of the window and watched as a Dexter PD cruiser rolled into the station lot and Dakota Wyatt stepped out. Buffy watched intently. She remembered Dakota from her chase a couple of months back and had checked her out ever since. A couple of years older than her Dakota had the reputation of a tough but fair cop. With a tight, wiry body and dark hair she pressed all of Buffy's buttons. Intently Buffy watched as Dakota's hair blew in the wind. Out in the pancake flat Issa State outback and the winds were brutal in Dexter. There was another gust and Dakota took firm hold of her hair before hustling into headquarters.

"Dakota Wyatt" said Hoss noticing the look in Buffy's eyes "cocky crazy ass bitch but kinda hot."

"I guess."

"Bullshit!" protested Hoss "you raped her with your eyes."

Despite herself Buffy blushed a little. Looking down she shovelled huge fork fulls of breakfast into her mouth. She didn't want a conversation with Hoss about which fellow cops she found hot.

"She's a baldy Aurellian" said Hoss.

"How do you know that?"

"When she was a rookie she did a traffic stop out on H-2. Right on the edge of town in the outback. Huge gust of wind blew her rug right off."

"For real?" gasped Buffy, her mouth full.

"Yep. But be careful with Dakota. The bitch could eat you alive. Or more like feed you 'till you burst."

"Bullshit" protested Buffy "I'm like freaking stacked and she's an Aurellian. You know I played powerball for Issa Tech?"

"Yeah, you told me about a hundred times. I fucked a cheeerleader once from Issa Tech..."

Hoss told a rambling and explicit story about screwing an Issa Tech cheerleader in the back of his pick-up truck under the stars. It was like an X Rated country and western song.

"So I like get her legs up over the..."

"Okay" cut in Buffy "I've heard enough of that shit an' I've gotta go pee."

Hoss shrugged as Buffy got up and walked across the diner toward the restroom. His eyes flicked to her hefty ass and thighs. The girl really had packed some size on and was filling out her uniform pants tightly. Looking closely he could tell she was wearing briefs and he could make out the lines around the top of her thighs. Shame she was a muncher. He mused on that thought. Pulling out his personal cell phone Hoss looked up another muncher he knew in his contacts. Dakota Wyatt. He keyed in the text message:

'Yo crazy D, Im in Moonshines with new HB rookie Buffy. She's into u '

'Who's she?" responded Dakota.

Hoss smiled. That girl always played it cool.

'Blonde on 4th squad. Ex powerball jock girl. Keeps talking about Issa Tech.'

'Hah! I met her once. I'll check her out again. Hold onto her. Will be 5 mins.'

Dakota hustled as fast as she could out of the station and across the lot toward Moonshine's. Stepping into the diner she took a quick inventory. Most of the customers were cops. She spotted Hoss sat with a beefy square jawed Corp cop girl. Dakota remembered her from the park. She was a hottie for sure. She looked chunkier than when Dakota had last seen her four months back. Walking confidently across the diner Dakota slid into the booth and sat next to Hoss. Looking Buffy up and down she said:

"You're right Hoss she is kinda hot. Got a good frame on her for adding size. She's gonna be one of our female heavies in no time. Right now I'd rank her a solid six but with potential."

Buffy's jaw dropped. She'd always thought of herself as way better than a six out of ten.

"Now fuck off Hoss, I'm going to buy the rookie a second breakfast. She looks like the kind who can eat it."

Hoss chuckled and hauled himself up.

"Y'all have fun."

Dakota waved over the waitress and said:

"I'll take a half stack of pancakes and the breakfast sampler with pancakes for Officer Taylor here. She's one of Dexter's finest and she needs to be well fed before heading out to protect and serve."

The waitress just nodded and walked away. It wasn't her place to point out Officer Taylor had already consumed enough calories to feed a third world village for a week.

"Okay you think I'm hot. I think your kinda hot and have potential. Tell me about yourself" said Dakota.

"Screw you cueball."

"Now what was that about?" said Dakota with a look of mock hurt "I just bought you another breakfast."

Dakota watched the girl mull over that point. Clearly buying breakfast was a big point scorer with Buffy. Up close Dakota thought the girl was better than a six. She was more handsome than pretty but had a powerful frame that was carrying a lot of muscle and bulk. She was sporting the beginnings of a swollen look that suggested she was using a hefty dose of growth hormone and Alpha. This chick would gain weight well.

"Thanks for breakfast" said Buffy eventually.

"No probs big girl. Anytime."

"I'm like bulking big time" continued Buffy "when I was quarterback at Issa Tech I like had to keep my weight down but now..."

"I thought Shannon Cepelak was QB at Tech these last couple a seasons?"

Buffy's face reddened a little.

"I wasn't always starter."

"Gotcha. I guess that's why your sat here making $40,000 Corp dollars plus benefits rather than earning a couple of million Corp dollars in the pro's" said Dakota.

"I guess. I made all state at high school and got like my schools rushing QB record and I got a full scholarship to Tech. But now I'm out of college and a cop I figure I'm gonna add some serious size and strength on. Ya know I dead lifted four hundred pounds this morning which is pretty freaking awesome!"

"Wow!"

Dakota happily listened as Buffy told her all about her weight training and her max lifts in between tales of her powerball skills. The breakfast arrived and the conversation stopped as Buffy dug in. Dakota happily watched. About three quarters of the way through the giant breakfast Buffy began to slow.

"Don't be bashful big girl. Eat it up."

"This' like my second breakfast" said Buffy with a loud belch.

Raising an eyebrow Dakota looked at the plate expectantly. Buffy gulped. Dakota was seriously hot and she didn't want to disappoint her.

"Finish the plate" said Dakota in a confident commanding tone she'd learned working as a patrol cop.

Buffy belched again and then dug into the remaining mix of bacon, eggs and hash browns. Focusing like she was blasting out a final set of reps at the gym weight room she cleared the plate in a final blitz of effort. Her face flushed and a dazed look in her eyes she pushed the plate away. She looked at Dakota hungry for some praise.

"Good job big girl. I gotta go but here's my number. Call me if you want any help with that bulking plan of yours. I'm an amazing cook" Dakota said whilst reaching across and delivering a fist pump to the side of Buffy's tightly packed belly.

Resting back in her seat in an effort to digest her huge meal Buffy watched Dakota walk away. Her tight little ass swaying from side to side and her striking black hair flowing over her shoulder. Stopping at the counter Dakota paid the bill and then headed out. She focused as Dakota walked swiftly across the lot, hands holding her hair, to her cruiser.

Eventually Buffy hauled herself up and walked as briskly as she could across the diner. The jock girl could feel her hard hovering ball of fat popping out over her utility belt. It was driving her nuts. Dakota and her feeding had turned her on. She was passing the counter when the waitress passed across a box of twelve jelly donuts.

"The other cop girl left these for you."

"Ummm...okay" said Buffy taking the box. Dakota really was into feeding her up. Which was kinda hot.

Making it to her cruiser Buffy sat in the drivers seat, loosened her belt and put the donuts on the passenger seat. Beginning her patrol she drove the rough and tumble streets of East Dexter whilst deliberately ignoring any signs of suspicious activity. Her huge breakfast needed to digest before she could contemplate anything other than cruising. Half an hour or so later she could smell the donuts and found herself looking over at the sugary sweet treats. The Alphralinax she was on made her hungry and Buffy was programmed to salivate at the sight and smell of food. No way was that box going to last her shift. Stopping at a red light she reached over and took her first.

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Friday afternoon and Jack Campbell was stopped at the Highway 2 in East Dexter, Issa State watching time ticking away. East Dexter was the poor district of Dexter with its cheap industrial zones and faded residential buildings. A travelling salesman who'd just finished selling two power generator units to Red Roof Drilling Co he was hoping to get to Dexter Skyport for the flight home. With two cars, a big rig and a pick-up truck involved in a major fender bender that wasn't going to happen. Traffic was gridlocked and ten Dexter Police Department cruisers were blocking traffic whilst two ambulance crews worked on getting people out of the wrecks. This was going to be a long wait. He quickly logged onto the Issa Express website and moved his ticket to the late evening flight and then settled in.

It wasn't all bad, reflected Jack. His job involved travel and he always looked for the upside of a situation. Delays were just part of the game. A definite upside of the situation was one of the cop's.

Jack loved a chunky cop girl in uniform. She was stood with another two cops facing the backed up traffic. The other two cops were male and taller than her but she had some serious muscle bulk and a powerful build. Her arms were like pythons and literally popping out of her short sleeved uniform shirts. Around her muscles she had a thick coating of fat and a solid belly hung over her utility belt. The look wasn't quite natural and suggested some growth hormone and Alphralinax steroids had helped her on the way to fully fledged girl beefcake. She looked young but perfectly capable of looking after herself.

Enjoying soaking up the bellied beefcake with a badge he watched a Dexter PD SUV roll up and a cop with sergeants stripes on her arms stepped down. She was an older version the girl cop. There was a quick confab and the sergeant joined the group. All the cops struck power poses with their hands on their belts as they surveyed the situation. The female sergeant was talking with the girl beefcake. Both had such thick thighs they had to spread their legs slightly when standing.

Jack happily watched her and wondered just how she'd gotten that big so young.

One Year Earlier...

The briefing room at the Dexter Police Department's headquarters. The room was filled with thirty uniformed cops sat in a state of suspended animation listening to the Lieutenant talking through the shift. Coffee was being drunk, donuts were being eaten and a show of attention was being delivered. One of those cops was Elizabeth "Buffy" Taylor.

The briefing over Buffy was filing out with the cities other patrol cops. She had a rush of nervous excitement. Her first day out there on the streets with her badge and gun along with the power to arrest. It wasn't the pro powerball career she'd once imagined but Buffy was proud to be in law enforcement.

Aged twenty three, stood 5ft8 Buffy had a hefty powerball players frame with broad shoulders and the build of a power athlete. She'd been working out since junior high and had that jacked up look. Since graduating from Issa Tech with an education mostly in powerball she'd continued to hit the weights room but her cardio training had slipped. Buffy hated cardio. The effect was she'd gain 20lbs of muscle and some fat through Police Academy and weighed in at just under 200lbs. Training cop wasn't the same as playing Issa State college powerball. Her muscle and extra bulk filled out her beige Dexter Police Department uniform. Buffy herself had a handsome rather than pretty face with grey eyes and her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail.

Located in Issa State on the Corporate Worlds planet of Kane Alpha the Dexter PD was made up of majority Corporate World citizens (Corps) and a number of Aurellians. The Corps tended to be powerfully built with a mix of muscle and gut. Most of the females had Buffy's thick build but with fifty to a hundred pounds extra bulk. In a culture obsessed with size Corp cops were expected to be big. Buffy overheard conversations about her:

"Damn your gonna have to beef up girl" said one hefty female cop.

"You need to swing by Benny's for one of those ninety nine cent hot dogs real quick" added another.

"She's kinda cute though" added a male cop.

"Kinda. I guess. Add fifty more pounds on her."

"Rookie's always gain..."

Buffy felt her face flush a little. She'd never been described as small before. But she kept her composure. Having been on sports teams she knew she needed to prove herself and fit in. Being part of the team was important for Buffy. Back in high school and college powerball the pressure had been pure athleticism. But looking around the female patrol cops all but the few Aurellian's were hefty muscle and gut types. Like they could lift crazy weights and wrestle down the most out of line suspect. Buffy knew her squad had a tough beat around the suburb of East Dexter and she figured the size was a benefit.

It pulled against her coaches demands for more athletic performance but Buffy figured her powerball career was over and her law enforcement career had just started. That thought stung a little. Buffy had been ignored by the pro powerball teams after graduation. But she was proud to wear the Dexter Police Department badge and determined to be accepted as part of the team.

Stepping out of the briefing room at tall muscled up cop in his mid thirties smiled at her. Officer Hoss Johnson was a ten year veteran of the Dexter PD and had self assigned himself as Buffy's mentor. General consensus was that was because he wanted to get into her pants. Which may indeed have been his original plan but he'd quickly learned Buffy Taylor liked girls.

"See any booty you like Buf?" he asked.

Buffy rolled her eyes. Hoss continued.

"I reckon Sgt Jackson gotta be a nine. That chick is jacked and she's got curves. That ass is like something you could..."

"Hoss."

"What?"

"Shut up!"

The pair walked out to their cruisers in silence. Buffy was secretly grateful for Hoss taking the unofficial role of her mentor. Her squad policed the rough streets of East Dexter and it was a world apart from the middle class suburb Buffy had grown up in. Hoss Johnson might not have been an intellectual but he was street smart.

"Hey Hoss, what was that about Benny's dogs?" asked Buffy.

"Gotta get one of those. Benny's Dogs are awesome. Like ninety nine cents and its massive and you get all the toppings. Just off the H-2 exit."

"Cool."

"That said working day shifts just smile at most the fast food places and you'll get what you want for free."

"Rockin'! I bought that growth hormone stuff and Alpha so I'm trying to add some size on."

"Makes sense. A little extra bulk is gonna help you out on the streets."

"I can be badass when I want to."

"Sure you can but an extra fifty pounds is gonna help add some extra ass in the badass."

"True."

Later that day Buffy had responded to a DUI, issued a disturbing the peace citation, a speeding ticket and assisted the arresting officers in a domestic assault arrest. A busy day for a rookie cop even by the standards of East Dexter. She'd also discovered her badge and gun went a long way with the cities fast food outlets. All she had to do was smile and they handed her a tasty plateful without asking for any money. By the time her shift was finished Buffy was stuffed full.

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A couple of months later...

Jenn had the appearance of a pretty regular low income off worlder in the Issa State tiberium drilling city of Dexter . She was driving a twenty year old Nissan sedan with faded brown paintwork. The vehicle had hundreds of thousands of miles on the clock and was fixing to fall apart once and for all. After working a night shift and then a morning shift coating industrial pipe she'd pulled off Highway 2 and was driving along the streets of East Dexter. The wrong side of the highway and East Dexter was one small step up from the ghetto district of Stanton. It was the part of town where rent was cheap and as a new arrival on Kane Alpha Jenn was living cheap. Working back to back shifts at Red Barron Industrial Piping Co and getting herself established. She knew she needed to amass $3000 Corp Dollars in the bank to cover her workers visa. Then she could apply for a full work visa and would no longer be an illegal and could get paid a proper salary.

Early afternoon and the traffic was quiet. Keeping to the speed limit and stopping at red lights she was keen not to attract the attention of any cops. The other condition of getting her full work visa was no criminal record or arrest. Stopping at a red light she gulped. A Dexter Police Department cruiser rolled to a stop next to her. Jenn looked nervously across. The cop behind the wheel was a young, muscled up and fattened up girl that filled out the drivers side of her Ford Interceptor. She was beefy and hefty looking. Not as big as some that Jenn had seen but she knew the type. She was fixing Jenn with a hard cop look.

The light turned green. Jenn debated what to do. After work she'd taken a cheap shot of ICE which she knew was illegal. Did the cop somehow know she'd done that? She still had the needle in her car as proof. That was enough for a felony arrest if the cop wanted it to be.

"Shit" sighed Jenn.

Did she make her right turn or did she wait for the cop to go first? Which would attract less attention. The cop didn't move. Fingers tapping on the wheel Jenn tried to work out the best course of action. She wanted the cop to just drive on. Nervously she looked back across at the cop. She was still looking directly at Jenn. The light turned back to red.

Across in the Dexter PD cruiser Buffy shifted her growing weight in her seat worked out what to do. Early on in her career on the Dexter PD and she was adjusting to the job. She was starting to learn how to read the streets and she knew the off worlder in the Nissan was more nervous than she should be. The question was what had she done? In Buffy's opinion off worlders had generally done something they shouldn't. Opening the cruiser door she hauled herself up and began her power waddling walk around her cruiser toward the Nissan. Loaded on growth hormones and Alpha along with her weight training plan and Buffy had packed on twenty pounds quickly. Her thighs were thick, her ass jutted out like a hefty bubble and a beginner belly had popped out. All were balanced by her bulging muscles but she was a lot heftier than her powerball quarterback days.

At that moment the light turned green. The Nissan hit the gas and took a right turn.

"What the..."

Hauling ass as fast as she Buffy got back in her crusier, slammed the door and set off in pursuit. The powerful vehicle growled into life and she set off with a right turn. That turn lead into a tight grid of side streets that lead to another four way intersection. The Nissan had turned either left or right. Buffy debated what to do. Turn left or right? She considered a radio call but held back. Right now all she could call was a faded Nissan sedan. She didn't even know the license plate.

"How the fuck did the bitch like disappear?" said Buffy to herself.

The cruiser's engine ticking over she looked in the rear view mirror. She spied the old Nissan and a petite figure walking away. Hauling herself up out of the cruiser she shouted:

"Hey, stop!"

At that she began her power wiggle toward the off worlder. Then the off worlder broke into a run. Buffy set off in pursuit. At her weight it was almost a forlorn effort as she tried to keep pace with the off worlder. Breathlessly she shouted into her radio:

"Taylor, 910, foot pursuit...ummm... West 101st Street ."

Stepping it up Buffy followed through the streets. Muscled and beefed up Buffy wasn't a great runner but she could keep pace with the off worlder. Turning a corner the off worlder diappeared down an alley way. Gasping for breath Buffy stopped next to an ally way. The ally way itself was a squeeze for Buffy and she didn't like the idea of following the off worlder down it. Her sergeant told her never to put herself in unnecessary danger and that alley way looked like a bad place for a lone cop. Putting her arms on her sides the big girl worked on getting her breath back. It pissed her off that the off worlder had escaped. That bitch was sure as hell guilty of something. Otherwise she wouldn't have run.

"Shit."

Turning back Buffy stalked toward her cruiser. Talking into her radio she huffed:

"Taylor 910, foot pursuit terminated. No assistance required."

"Does that mean you lost the suspect?" said her sergeants voice.

"Affirmative."

Reaching her cruiser Buffy glared at two local residents who were laughing in her direction and felt her face flush as another Dexter PD cruiser rolled up. A slender yet powerfully built Aurellian cop was at the wheel. She stood maybe 5ft7 and weighed in at roughly 170lbs but without a pound of fat. She had a chiselled and yet striking face and brunette hair. The girl looked to be in her middle twenties. With the other officer sat in her cruiser Buffy couldn't see everything but what she saw, she liked. Her name tag read Officer Dakota Wyatt. Dakota pushed up her Ray Bun sunglasses and said:

"You okay there rookie?"

"Yeah, the suspect...ummmm...got away."

"Gotcha."

At that Dakota drove off. Buffy glanced once more at the local denziens laughing at her failed chase sat back down in her cruiser. She was learning that being a patrol cop wasn't like the shows on TV. It was about being tactical and only making moves when it made sense. Chasing after every possible suspect didn't work. That and her extra pounds made her good in a close quarters confrontation but not right for a foot pursuit. Frustrated she glared at the locals one last time, put her cruiser into drive and drove off.

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A month or so later and Buffy was sat in the Moonshire Diner with one of her work buddies Officer Hoss Johnson half way through a breakfast plate of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns, biscuits, gravy and a stack of pancakes with maple syrup. Buffy had gotten used to starting a day shift off with a big breakfast at the diner. Regularly frequented by cops the Moonshire was directly opposite the Dexter Police Department headquarters and served hefty belly busting portions for the many heavyweights on the department.

Both Buffy and Hoss were focused on their food. Massively muscled up and with a hefty gut and a buzz cut Hoss was the stereotype Issa State patrol officer. Loaded up on growth hormone and Alphralinax drugs Buffy was packing on size quickly and beginning to sport the hot beefed up girl cop look. Before her shift she hammered the gym for an hour, then chowed down at Moonshine's before patrolling the streets of Dexter. She was finding the extra size useful for dealing with suspects and she loved the way she was starting to pack out her uniform.

Shovelling in another fork full of bacon Buffy said:

"I like did a four hundred pound dead lift this morning."

"Yeah, that's a lot for a girl. I bet you looked freaking hot doing it. What were you wearing? Some kind of tight lycra shorts and a sports bra? Saw a chick who's way hotter than you, like an eight or something, with that look doing dead lifts last night. It was like an instant fucking boner!"

"Screw you, sexist asshole!" laughed Buffy. She was used to smack talk on shift and no cop gave another cop an easy ride.

"I'm not sexist" protested Hoss "I love all kinds of female. Heck, every man should have one."

"Fuck you" countered Buffy whilst gulping down hash browns.

The two ate in silence for a few more minutes. Both looked out of the window and watched as a Dexter PD cruiser rolled into the station lot and Dakota Wyatt stepped out. Buffy watched intently. She remembered Dakota from her chase a couple of months back and had checked her out ever since. A couple of years older than her Dakota had the reputation of a tough but fair cop. With a tight, wiry body and dark hair she pressed all of Buffy's buttons. Intently Buffy watched as Dakota's hair blew in the wind. Out in the pancake flat Issa State outback and the winds were brutal in Dexter. There was another gust and Dakota took firm hold of her hair before hustling into headquarters.

"Dakota Wyatt" said Hoss noticing the look in Buffy's eyes "cocky crazy ass bitch but kinda hot."

"I guess."

"Bullshit!" protested Hoss "you raped her with your eyes."

Despite herself Buffy blushed a little. Looking down she shovelled huge fork fulls of breakfast into her mouth. She didn't want a conversation with Hoss about which fellow cops she found hot.

"She's a baldy Aurellian" said Hoss.

"How do you know that?"

"When she was a rookie she did a traffic stop out on H-2. Right on the edge of town in the outback. Huge gust of wind blew her rug right off."

"For real?" gasped Buffy, her mouth full.

"Yep. But be careful with Dakota. The bitch could eat you alive. Or more like feed you 'till you burst."

"Bullshit" protested Buffy "I'm like freaking stacked and she's an Aurellian. You know I played powerball for Issa Tech?"

"Yeah, you told me about a hundred times. I fucked a cheeerleader once from Issa Tech..."

Hoss told a rambling and explicit story about screwing an Issa Tech cheerleader in the back of his pick-up truck under the stars. It was like an X Rated country and western song.

"So I like get her legs up over the..."

"Okay" cut in Buffy "I've heard enough of that shit an' I've gotta go pee."

Hoss shrugged as Buffy got up and walked across the diner toward the restroom. His eyes flicked to her hefty ass and thighs. The girl really had packed some size on and was filling out her uniform pants tightly. Looking closely he could tell she was wearing briefs and he could make out the lines around the top of her thighs. Shame she was a muncher. He mused on that thought. Pulling out his personal cell phone Hoss looked up another muncher he knew in his contacts. Dakota Wyatt. He keyed in the text message:

'Yo crazy D, Im in Moonshines with new HB rookie Buffy. She's into u '

'Who's she?" responded Dakota.

Hoss smiled. That girl always played it cool.

'Blonde on 4th squad. Ex powerball jock girl. Keeps talking about Issa Tech.'

'Hah! I met her once. I'll check her out again. Hold onto her. Will be 5 mins.'

Dakota hustled as fast as she could out of the station and across the lot toward Moonshine's. Stepping into the diner she took a quick inventory. Most of the customers were cops. She spotted Hoss sat with a beefy square jawed Corp cop girl. Dakota remembered her from the park. She was a hottie for sure. She looked chunkier than when Dakota had last seen her four months back. Walking confidently across the diner Dakota slid into the booth and sat next to Hoss. Looking Buffy up and down she said:

"You're right Hoss she is kinda hot. Got a good frame on her for adding size. She's gonna be one of our female heavies in no time. Right now I'd rank her a solid six but with potential."

Buffy's jaw dropped. She'd always thought of herself as way better than a six out of ten.

"Now fuck off Hoss, I'm going to buy the rookie a second breakfast. She looks like the kind who can eat it."

Hoss chuckled and hauled himself up.

"Y'all have fun."

Dakota waved over the waitress and said:

"I'll take a half stack of pancakes and the breakfast sampler with pancakes for Officer Taylor here. She's one of Dexter's finest and she needs to be well fed before heading out to protect and serve."

The waitress just nodded and walked away. It wasn't her place to point out Officer Taylor had already consumed enough calories to feed a third world village for a week.

"Okay you think I'm hot. I think your kinda hot and have potential. Tell me about yourself" said Dakota.

"Screw you cueball."

"Now what was that about?" said Dakota with a look of mock hurt "I just bought you another breakfast."

Dakota watched the girl mull over that point. Clearly buying breakfast was a big point scorer with Buffy. Up close Dakota thought the girl was better than a six. She was more handsome than pretty but had a powerful frame that was carrying a lot of muscle and bulk. She was sporting the beginnings of a swollen look that suggested she was using a hefty dose of growth hormone and Alpha. This chick would gain weight well.

"Thanks for breakfast" said Buffy eventually.

"No probs big girl. Anytime."

"I'm like bulking big time" continued Buffy "when I was quarterback at Issa Tech I like had to keep my weight down but now..."

"I thought Shannon Cepelak was QB at Tech these last couple a seasons?"

Buffy's face reddened a little.

"I wasn't always starter."

"Gotcha. I guess that's why your sat here making $40,000 Corp dollars plus benefits rather than earning a couple of million Corp dollars in the pro's" said Dakota.

"I guess. I made all state at high school and got like my schools rushing QB record and I got a full scholarship to Tech. But now I'm out of college and a cop I figure I'm gonna add some serious size and strength on. Ya know I dead lifted four hundred pounds this morning which is pretty freaking awesome!"

"Wow!"

Dakota happily listened as Buffy told her all about her weight training and her max lifts in between tales of her powerball skills. The breakfast arrived and the conversation stopped as Buffy dug in. Dakota happily watched. About three quarters of the way through the giant breakfast Buffy began to slow.

"Don't be bashful big girl. Eat it up."

"This' like my second breakfast" said Buffy with a loud belch.

Raising an eyebrow Dakota looked at the plate expectantly. Buffy gulped. Dakota was seriously hot and she didn't want to disappoint her.

"Finish the plate" said Dakota in a confident commanding tone she'd learned working as a patrol cop.

Buffy belched again and then dug into the remaining mix of bacon, eggs and hash browns. Focusing like she was blasting out a final set of reps at the gym weight room she cleared the plate in a final blitz of effort. Her face flushed and a dazed look in her eyes she pushed the plate away. She looked at Dakota hungry for some praise.

"Good job big girl. I gotta go but here's my number. Call me if you want any help with that bulking plan of yours. I'm an amazing cook" Dakota said whilst reaching across and delivering a fist pump to the side of Buffy's tightly packed belly.

Resting back in her seat in an effort to digest her huge meal Buffy watched Dakota walk away. Her tight little ass swaying from side to side and her striking black hair flowing over her shoulder. Stopping at the counter Dakota paid the bill and then headed out. She focused as Dakota walked swiftly across the lot, hands holding her hair, to her cruiser.

Eventually Buffy hauled herself up and walked as briskly as she could across the diner. The jock girl could feel her hard hovering ball of fat popping out over her utility belt. It was driving her nuts. Dakota and her feeding had turned her on. She was passing the counter when the waitress passed across a box of twelve jelly donuts.

"The other cop girl left these for you."

"Ummm...okay" said Buffy taking the box. Dakota really was into feeding her up. Which was kinda hot.

Making it to her cruiser Buffy sat in the drivers seat, loosened her belt and put the donuts on the passenger seat. Beginning her patrol she drove the rough and tumble streets of East Dexter whilst deliberately ignoring any signs of suspicious activity. Her huge breakfast needed to digest before she could contemplate anything other than cruising. Half an hour or so later she could smell the donuts and found herself looking over at the sugary sweet treats. The Alphralinax she was on made her hungry and Buffy was programmed to salivate at the sight and smell of food. No way was that box going to last her shift. Stopping at a red light she reached over and took her first.