Officer Jenny's doughnut addiction.

Officer Jenny stuffed another doughnut into her mouth, letting out a blissful little grunt as the sugary, fattening snack relinquished its cream filling. A moment later she chewed and swallowed, sending it down to join the other two-dozen doughnuts already digesting in her gut.

Only a year ago, Officer Jenny had never tasted a doughnut. Then, one of the other officers brought in a box from the new bakery that had opened across the street from the station, and she’d been an addict from the first sugary mouthful. At first it had been one box a day, then two, then four. Now, she couldn’t even count how many boxes of doughnuts she got through on a daily basis.

Of course, the rapid change of her diet from healthy and modest to absurdly overindulgent had had a… rather severe impact on her waistline. She’d outgrown her original uniform in only a few weeks, her belly swelling outwards even as her arms and legs thickened and softened with extra flab. That should probably have been a sign that she should slow down, but instead she’d only eaten more, quickly ballooning from chubby to fat to seriously obese in short order. Walking had become more and more of a chore as her body bulged fatter with every passing day, and at some point she’d begun sleeping at the station so that she didn’t have to bother with the morning commute – plus at the station there was the added convenience of a 24/7 bakery just across the street if she got hungry in the night.
Not long after that she began having trouble with doors, her bloated, sagging hips wedging themselves in the frames no matter how she tried to manoeuvre her massive body through. Usually she could get free with a bit of wriggling and perhaps the assistance of another officer pushing against her increasingly massive, quivering backside, but eventually she was getting so big that it was taking her fifteen or twenty minutes to navigate every doorway, and so she simply stopped using them. She began to spend all her time within the open-plan police station, sending more junior officers out on doughnuts runs fifteen or twenty times a day and working exclusively from her desk.

That had been five months ago, and she’d only grown more immense since. The three other officers who worked in the room alongside her had been forced to push their desks right up into the corners of the increasingly claustrophobic room as her swelling backside and belly took up more of the floor space with each passing day, her body ballooning into unbelievable massiveness as her diet grew steadily more indulgent. Now she worked with her papers balanced atop the swell of her gargantuan belly, a pile of doughnut boxes within easy reach of her left hand, spending her time gorging and working in a 5/1 ratio at best.

“Uh- Officer Jenny?”
Jumping out of her blissful doughnut-haze, the immense police officer peered over her bloated breasts in an attempt to see who had addressed her. She could just make out the top of a distinctive red hat beyond the folds of her cleavage and gut, and she frowned.
“Ash?” she asked, surprised, “What’re you doing here?”
“I’m- I’m here to report a… Officer Jenny, are you okay?” he ventured, stepping backwards so that she could see him better.
“I’m fine,” she grinned down at him, stuffing another doughnut into her greedy mouth even as she spoke, “Why, do I look different to you?” she teased.
“Um…” Ash hesitated, torn between honesty and manners for a moment before inevitably deciding on the former, “Yeah, actually.”
Jenny licked her lips, tasting the sugar on them.
“I guess I have put on one or two pounds,” she giggled, rubbing her belly – or rather, the small section of her flowing, many-folded gut that she could actually reach with her increasingly flab-buried arms, “It’s these doughnuts, you see. They’re just too delicious.”
“Yeah, I guess doughnuts are tasty…”Ash trailed off, obviously not at all sure what to say or do. He’d never seen someone so absurdly, ludicrously massive before, his eyes and brain both struggling to comprehend such ridiculous scale.

Suddenly, Officer Jenny swept her arm backwards, knocking her boxes of doughnuts to the floor from where they were balanced atop one of the many rolls of her sides.
“Oops! I’m so clumsy these days. Could you get those for me, Ash?” she requested sweetly.
“Uh, sure,” he trotted around her girth, having to take several steps out of his way to circumnavigate the waterfall-like spread of her belly, and picked up the doughnut boxes, “Here you go.”
“I’m afraid my arms are too tired to take them from you,” Officer Jenny sighed dramatically, “You’ll have to climb up onto me and put them back where they were balanced before.”
Ash hesitated again, peering with trepidation at the mountain of flab before him.
“Is that, um- are you sure I should?” he asked nervously.
“Ash, would you really leave me stuck here, starving to death because you don’t want to pass me my doughnuts?” Officer Jenny complained, “Come on…”
“Alright, alright…” he bit his lip, tucking the boxes of doughnuts under his arm, “I’ll bring them up.”

Carefully he began to scale her body, hands and feet sinking deep into the pliant, toneless folds of fat as he went, trying to keep his balance on the waterbed of her warm flab. He made his way up the incline of her bloated stomach, and she flushed red as he accidentally grabbed part of her sagging left breast to steady himself. It was the first time anyone had touched her there in quite a while, and he didn’t even seem to realise he’d done it, simply placing the doughnuts atop the fold of flab they’d been balanced on before.
“There you go,” he blinked, “Try not to knock them off again.”
Now that he could see it up close he couldn’t help but stare at her face, marvelling at how it was almost buried by the sweaty fat of her cheeks and chin. She smiled at him, face-flab quivering with the change of expression.
“Thanks, Ash,” she giggled, immediately pulling open one of the boxes and shovelling a couple of doughnuts into her mouth, “You’re the best. Now, do you think while you’re here you could do me another favour? I dropped my pen a little while back and I think it ended up down my shirt, do you think you could take a look for it?”

Ash drew back a little, looking down at her shirt. There really wasn’t any place that a pen could have fallen – the collar was close around her neck, preventing any cleavage, and it didn’t even have buttons.
“Are you sure? I’m not sure how it could have fallen-”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Officer Jenny interrupted him, “Just use your hands and see if you can feel the pen beneath my shirt anywhere, okay? Go on, don’t be shy…”
“Officer Jenny, I really don’t feel like-”
“Ash! I need that pen to do my job. Do you want me to write you up for wasting police time?”
“N-no!” Ash swallowed, “I’ll look, I’ll look…” obediently, he reached down with his hands and began rubbing them across her enormous body, trying to feel for the pen somewhere beneath. His hands moved over her upper gut, sinking deeply into the yielding fat there as he searched, and she groaned quietly in satisfaction.
“It might be trapped in a fold or something,” she suggested as he continued to rub her swollen belly, “try squeezing a little more… maybe you’ll have more luck.”
“Like this?” Ash asked, grabbing a fold of fat and giving it an investigatory squeeze, “I don’t see how that’s going to help…”
“Just do it, Ash,” Officer Jenny ordered, suppressing a satisfied moan as he began to tentatively grope her fat rolls, “That’s the way…”
His hands continued to move across her flabby body, fingers digging in as he kneaded the fold beneath her breasts, and she felt a jolt of excitement as he groped higher and higher. The excitement built as he continued towards her swollen, sensitive breasts trying to feel for the imaginary pen just beneath her shirt. Just a little further…

“Oh hey, here it is,” he exclaimed, reaching into where the fabric of her shirt was pinched between two rolls and producing an old ballpoint pen, “It wasn’t even beneath your shirt, it was just stuck in a fold.”
Officer Jenny stared at it, utterly scandalised.
“N-no! Keep going! There- there was another pen I need in there somewhere, keep searching!”
This time though, Ash wasn’t falling for it. Pleased with himself, he passed her pen back to her and slid down off her enormous body, landing lightly on his feet.
“Thanks for your time, Officer Jenny, but I think I’ll talk to somebody else about my missing Pokémon case,” he smiled, happy to have helped but decidedly unwilling to get roped into any more fetch quests, “See ya!”

Groaning with frustration, Officer Jenny watched him leave.  Perhaps there were certain disadvantages to being this huge after all…