THIS IS MY HALLOWEEN 2014 CONTEST ENTRY.
I WROTE THIS IN THE IN MEMORY OF THE MASTER OF THE BIMBO STORIES CRYSTALWYND.
THANKS FOR THE EDITING FROM SPIRIT02.
PLEASE ENJOY AND REMEMBER TO VOTE.
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Being a cop in San Diego was all Sarah Penn ever wanted to be. Sure she had ambitions while in high school and college, but deep down all she really wanted was to "protect and serve". She graduated high in her class at the academy - in the top ten. Despite her mother wanting her to go into medicine or law she was proud of her daughter.
There was very little crime in "America's Finest City" and what crime there was, was usually gang related - a random homicide or a robbery. It was enough to keep the small police force busy, and aggressive policing squelched any copycats leaving the real criminals to focus their efforts further north in the Los Angeles area.
Once a month rookies like Sarah and her partner Jim Grey had to pull the night shift. It mostly consisted of chasing hookers from El Cajon Blvd and working the night club parts of the city such as the Gaslamp district downtown and North Park, where there had been a rash of shootings and women being attacked. It was a quiet night and close to the end of her shift when suddenly a commotion rang out.
A half naked buxom hooker began resisting arrest and it took several officers to bring her under control without harming her. Sarah joined in as they restrained the woman, whose clothes seemed to have been shredded and was showing everything the good Lord gave her. Sarah found a blanket and attempted to cover the woman wrapping the blanket around her only to be bitten by the woman in the process.
"Oww!" She yelled as she snatched her hand and saw the bite had drawn blood.
It was only then that the hooker appeared to regain her composure and was incredibly remorseful, apologizing and then crying only to apologize again.
Jim drove Sarah to the nearest ER for an evaluation. The bite wasn't serious, there was a chance of HIV infection, but they thought it slim. Her hand was lightly bandaged. The labs would be rushed through and she should know something early tomorrow. On the way back to the station, Sarah felt a little strange. As they walked back to their patrol car, she couldn't help looking at her partner's ass and wondering what he was packing. She quickly dismissed the notion. Jim was a married man with two kids. She was friendly with his wife Carol. She wasn't interested in Jim. He did look good in his pressed blue uniform and had a cute ass though, she thought.
Their shift ended at 0600 hours - Sarah was looking forward to a hot shower before changing into her street clothes. A few other women officers were showering and Sarah found herself looking a little more intensely at them. "No wonder men like looking at naked women," she thought as she gazed at her sister officers and their lovely curves, the different sizes of their breasts, the beautiful way their legs meet and formed beautiful pussies.
Anita Byrd caught her ogling as she looked up after scrubbing her legs. She smiled, Anita was gay and not shy, and turned to give Sarah a better look at her bald pussy causing Sarah to blush. She was busted. She turned off the water and hurried from the showers to her locker. What was going on with her, she was actually gawking and thinking about what it would be like to lick a pussy. This wasn't like her. She chalked it up to fatigue shrugged and began to change into her street clothes. Pulling her bra on Sarah was surprised to find it no longer fit. She took a deep breath and strained to close the clasps, but it bit uncomfortably into her skin. How was that possible? It fit just fine before her shower. She shrugged it off and opted to go without it. It was no big deal, she had such small tits, only an A cup, no one would notice.
Sarah had what was described as an athletic body, built for sports and speed. Long legs narrow torso, tight abs and barely any hips and of course her small breasts. She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail and buttoned her loose fitting long sleeve shirt. Pulling on her jeans, she found them also tight around her hips, but not too tight to button.
"I must be putting on weight," she thought, "Or retaining water."
Looking into the mirror about to put add makeup, Sarah was again surprised as it appeared she had already applied eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick a little more heavily than she normally would. She didn't remember doing that. This had been a pretty weird day and she'd been pretty distracted since the bite. As she was leaving the building many of the other officers teased her about her injury and the dangerous "perp" she helped to subdue. She laughed off the good humor and with her purse on her shoulder left the building. She climbed into her red 2014 Mazda MX-5 Miata and drove out of the downtown parking lot headed north on I-5 and exited on Washington Street.
It was still early and as she drove by the Weinerschnitzel she couldn't help but to begin to crave a hot dog. That too was strange because Sarah ate very little red meat, opting for turkey products instead. She did a quick u-turn, one that only a police officer could get away with and drove up to the restaurant. It was closed and wouldn't be open for another hour. Sarah decided to go to the grocery store instead; she needed a few things anyway.
In the deli section she found herself day dreaming as she admired the sausages, links and wieners. Unconsciously, she picked a pack of the largest thickest meat available and placed it in her cart. In the produce area she found herself once again fantasizing over the cucumbers and squashes before she snapped out of it and collected the necessary items for her daily salads. Sarah was flushed and horny without knowing why. She looked at the checkout clerk a little too closely wondering what she would look like in only heels, stockings, garters and bra.
Deciding that she was indeed coming down with something, Sarah decided to skip her morning run. As she was putting away her groceries she opened the pack of bratwurst, looking at it closely for several minutes. Without thinking she opened her mouth and slid it in and began to suck it like it was a large red cock, twisting it and licking it. As she did she began to become very wet between her legs and her odor filled the kitchen making her even more aroused. Realizing what she was doing she bit into the raw sausage enjoying the juices and the flavor as the taste seemed to explode in her mouth. She ravenously devoured the remaining pieces.
There was definitely something wrong, she thought. Since tomorrow was an off day, she decided to take a nap and see if she felt any better afterwards. Drawing the blinds and curtains closed Sarah didn't seem to have the energy to do more than pull her jeans off and fall face first into her pillow.
She slept restlessly, dreaming of large cocks, taking them in all of her orifices and licking and sucking pussy and tits, something she had never done before. She was horny and found herself rubbing her hand between her legs as she went from one sexy dream to the next. Around 1930 hours she awoke cold and sweaty. It was dark. She was naked and laying across her bed. That was strange as she had her panties and dress shirt on when she went to sleep.
She began to sit up, but her equilibrium was off. She felt a heavy movement on her chest, thinking her shirt was sticking to her she reached up with her left hand to find a giant tit where her little A cup used to be. "What the hell," She thought and brought her right hand up to find its twin. Large nipples poked through the opening between her fingers.
"I have to be imagining this," she thought. Climbing to her feet she was wobbly and felt her body jiggle like it had never done before. She waddled to the bathroom, turned on the light and screamed.
Staring back at her was a face she barely recognized. Her brown hair was now a bright blonde, and her lips were "bee-stung" huge. Sitting high on her chest were a pair of the largest tits she'd ever seen or felt, her narrow ass was now a "bubble butt" and her waist somehow was much narrower. As she looked down between her large globes she could barely see her tiny feet, but her toenails were now a bright red. Picking up her hand mirror, she noticed her fingernails were also painted the same bright red. Sarah lowered the looking glass to her pussy which felt swollen and juicy. Gone was the shapely trimmed and cropped landing strip; she was completely bald, her lips glistening with her juices. Her clit seemed to be protruding out from between her labia.
Sarah couldn't believe this metamorphosis. She was obviously dreaming. Still she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself. Putting the mirror on the counter, she slowly and tentatively reached her hand down and extended a finger. As she touched herself she exploded. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced. Moaning, she continued to touch herself and worked one then two fingers into her fat wet pussy. The louder she screamed the better her orgasm felt. Her juices were running down her thick thighs as she couldn't stop pleasuring herself. She had never been multi-orgasmic until now.
Like a roller coaster she climbed high and crashed to the bottom over and over until she thought she'd go hoarse from the screaming. Standing in a puddle of her own juices she was finally able to stop and removed her wet hand. She was about to wash it, when she thought again and popped a finger into her mouth. She tasted incredible and like before was unable to stop licking her hand clean. When she was done, she gingerly touched herself again and the cycle continued anew. As her large breasts bounced in front of her she reached out and discovered that her nipples were incredibly sensitive.
It was almost 2100 hours when Sarah came out of the bathroom, showered but still terribly horny, unable to explain her lust. It was as if she needed several things at once. She needed a nice hard cock, in her pussy; one in her mouth and she couldn't believe it, one in her ass. She wasn't proud that the cucumbers she had bought were enough to suppress the urge, at least temporarily. Although she had never had sex with a woman, she couldn't help imagining what it must be like; licking her lips she dreamed of eating her first pussy.
She paced the floor, her voluptuous naked body jiggling. Sarah loved the way her tits swayed back and forth, the cool air licking at her increasingly wet pussy. She needed help male or female, it didn't matter. She didn't have many people she could call. Most of her friends from school moved to LA and the bay area where jobs were more plentiful.
She thought of calling Jim. She'd fuck his brains out, but what about Carol? Maybe if the both of them came over she could fuck them both. She was feeling desperate. She realized she was no longer thinking rationally. She had to do something - the cravings were growing stronger. She went to her closet and looked through her clothes. Nothing she owned would fit her now except her shoes and she couldn't go out of the house in only her shoes. She began to think of ways to make that work; perhaps if her clothes were torn she could claim she'd been in an accident. She looked at the torn panties and dress shirt she went to sleep in. They were shredded. What would she do? She began to cry and shake which caused her huge tits to bounce and catch her attention. Her nipples were so large. She was about to take one in her mouth again when the door bell rang.
Sarah found her robe and put it on. It covered her back but she couldn't get her large tits inside. Perhaps she could hide behind the door. She shrugged. It was probably no one anyway. She hurried to the door, excited at the possibility of getting some cock or pussy if she could persuade them to come in.
Peaking through the peephole she saw a small woman standing there.
