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Author's Note: This story contains implied vore and large bellies.

She shifted uncomfortably in the unyielding metal chair while the two officers whispered to each other right outside the door. Her meat packed belly groaned and gurgled. Normally at a time like this she would be relaxing in a bath, taking the weight of her belly off her back. Yet here she was, sitting in interrogation room 3, her hands manacled behind her back, keeping them from exploring her rounded form. Her long brown hair kept falling onto her face only for her to blow it off again. Her rounded middle gave another groan and she burped, expelling some of the rather sickly sweet smelling gas. One of the officers looked over and glared at her as the scent reached his nostrils; the other appeared not to notice.

She knew all too well what they were discussing. Her bloated middle confirmed it. She had almost been caught. Aside from several bones, they had no case. Everything had been documented legally, especially her keeping the bones. And that of course was the crux of the matter.

"Look at her belly, she must have done it..." she heard the taller of the two say.

"Yes, it would appear she ate quite a bit, however aside from the bones, which she has the permits to own and display in her home, we have nothing to prove she ate him." The shorter one replied, inching towards the door. "Unless the DA decides to press charges, we are gonna have to let her go."

"Not until the CSI's are done going through everything with a fine tooth comb... Which could take several days with the size of her place."

The two moved to the door, leaving her alone. The single incandescent bulb flickered, barely holding the darkness of the room at bay. She groaned again as her stomach churned. She was so uncomfortable. She didn't mind being handcuffed when it was part of some role play or she was being force fed, but this... This was unbearable. The metal was starting to cut into her back and her fingers were going numb.

She burped again as her stomach churned in protest to the treatment it was lacking. She ached to rub it, to feel its tightness with her fingertips, to remember each bite, the feeling of eating more food in a single sitting than she would normally eat in two weeks. She closed her eyes, willing her stomach to calm down. "Shhh baby, I know, I'll take you home soon." She cooed, not caring who was watching from the other side of the one way mirror.

The officers watched her, hoping she would make some sort of spontaneous confession. That is, until her lawyer arrived...

"What is she doing manacled like a common prisoner? Do you not have any feelings for the poor girl? She appears to be over due with twins? Would you treat your own wife this way?" In her no nonsense pant suit and with her strong face, the female attorney bulldogged her way through the police, getting her client released in a matter of minutes.

"Now then... Dinner at your place or mine?" She asked, leading her client to the car. She patted the ripeness of her clients belly for a moment before licking her lips. Sliding into the car she locked the door. "I just have some papers for you to sign about this release..."

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Description
Author's Note: This story contains implied vore and large bellies.

She shifted uncomfortably in the unyielding metal chair while the two officers whispered to each other right outside the door. Her meat packed belly groaned and gurgled. Normally at a time like this she would be relaxing in a bath, taking the weight of her belly off her back. Yet here she was, sitting in interrogation room 3, her hands manacled behind her back, keeping them from exploring her rounded form. Her long brown hair kept falling onto her face only for her to blow it off again. Her rounded middle gave another groan and she burped, expelling some of the rather sickly sweet smelling gas. One of the officers looked over and glared at her as the scent reached his nostrils; the other appeared not to notice.

She knew all too well what they were discussing. Her bloated middle confirmed it. She had almost been caught. Aside from several bones, they had no case. Everything had been documented legally, especially her keeping the bones. And that of course was the crux of the matter.

"Look at her belly, she must have done it..." she heard the taller of the two say.

"Yes, it would appear she ate quite a bit, however aside from the bones, which she has the permits to own and display in her home, we have nothing to prove she ate him." The shorter one replied, inching towards the door. "Unless the DA decides to press charges, we are gonna have to let her go."

"Not until the CSI's are done going through everything with a fine tooth comb... Which could take several days with the size of her place."

The two moved to the door, leaving her alone. The single incandescent bulb flickered, barely holding the darkness of the room at bay. She groaned again as her stomach churned. She was so uncomfortable. She didn't mind being handcuffed when it was part of some role play or she was being force fed, but this... This was unbearable. The metal was starting to cut into her back and her fingers were going numb.

She burped again as her stomach churned in protest to the treatment it was lacking. She ached to rub it, to feel its tightness with her fingertips, to remember each bite, the feeling of eating more food in a single sitting than she would normally eat in two weeks. She closed her eyes, willing her stomach to calm down. "Shhh baby, I know, I'll take you home soon." She cooed, not caring who was watching from the other side of the one way mirror.

The officers watched her, hoping she would make some sort of spontaneous confession. That is, until her lawyer arrived...

"What is she doing manacled like a common prisoner? Do you not have any feelings for the poor girl? She appears to be over due with twins? Would you treat your own wife this way?" In her no nonsense pant suit and with her strong face, the female attorney bulldogged her way through the police, getting her client released in a matter of minutes.

"Now then... Dinner at your place or mine?" She asked, leading her client to the car. She patted the ripeness of her clients belly for a moment before licking her lips. Sliding into the car she locked the door. "I just have some papers for you to sign about this release..."

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