
*Shit* Katie thought as she saw lights in her mirror. She had been so distracted
with her preening that she had not noticed her speedometer creep up to 85. On 
the 55 mph highway she was driving along that would make for a hefty fine.
"There isn't even anyone else on the road." she said plaintively.

The cop made her wait for half an hour as he entered information in his computer
or whatever it was that traffic cops did to get their rocks off while they had
a victim. Katie fidgeted nervously for the first 20 minutes, but then she
giggled, "I did not even own this car at the beginning of today, and Jason
isn't in my life anymore. I'm not going to let some cop ruin this day."
With a newfound confidence she decided on drastic measures. In a few efficient
motions Katie had removed her sports bra and put her tank top back on. Despite
the lack of support and their huge size her breasts hardly sagged. Her prominent
nipples made dents in the fabric, and she tugged her top down so that the round
swells of the tops of her breasts and a canyon of cleavage was exposed.

The cop rapped on Katie's window, "License and registration please ma'am." He
must have been 6'4" and close to 250 pounds Katie noted, feeling herself
moisten.

"Here they are." She said handing the documents over with a disinterested air.

"Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Like 90 or something?" She said in a tone that seemed to say "why are you
bothering me with this?"

"Ma'am speeding is a very serious offense."

Katie pouted, "I've been a bad girl." The cop, who had done a good job of
maintaining an air of professionalism up until this point seemed to have
trouble keeping his eyes off Katie's cleavage as she mashed her breasts
against the door.

He shifted uncomfortably then seemed to remember himself, "Please step out
of the vehicle."

Katie opened her door and stepped gracefully from her seat. As she did so a
cloud of pheromones followed her, enveloping the police officer. If he had
not been fully erect before, he certainly was now. "I'm sorry." Katie said
sulkily.

"Turn around and place your hands on the hood." The officer clung to his
script.

Ignoring him Katie took a step forward. "How about I make it up to you?"

The cop began to look a bit worried, "Ahhh, Ma'am. I ahhh won't ask you
again." But he did not do anything when she reached out and grabbed hold
of his zipper.

"You're a big boy, huh?" Katie said giving him a squeeze. "That's OK. I'm
a big girl." As she spoke she ran her free hand over the tops of her breasts
and down to her flaring hips. The cop's face was filled with indecision as
Katie smoothly undid his zipper and crouched to take him in her mouth.

After a few minutes of Katie's expert ministrations the cop seemed ready to
blow, so she straitened up, and said, "Fuck me against the hood like you're
arresting me." Grunting his assent the cop spun her roughly and slammed her
against the hood of the van. Katie gasped in shock as she felt her shorts
getting ripped off of her and the cop's large cock thrust into her from behind.
Katie orgasmed again and again from the rough pounding she received, but
eventually she felt the familiar stretching as the cop jetted into her.
He shrunk like a deflating water balloon, and Katie's belly grew larger and
larger.

The cop had been a very big man, so Katie's belly was actually larger than
it had been when she consumed Jason, jutting out almost as far as her breasts.
She rubbed the taught skin of her stomach and said, "If it seems too good to
be true, it probably is."

She went through his pockets efficiently, finding out from his drivers license
that he had been named Don. The wallet contained 34 dollars which she put with
the 80 she had taken from Jason. She decided not to do anything to his cell
phone, but she took his keys and walked over to his car. Her information was
still up on his computer, so she canceled the moving violation. "I'm sure this
isn't necessary because you don't exist anymore Don, but better safe
than sorry."

She was about to get back in the van and drive home when she decided to test
out how far she could go in rewriting history. She jogged over to the pile
of Don's clothes and stripped down to her underwear before pulling on his
uniform. It was tight in some places, and loose in others, but it did fit.
She had a little trouble getting her bike in the back seat, but she managed
to do it after taking off the front tire.

Katie waited in the cop car while her belly shrunk and she could see how her
second set of memories would resolve. It took about three hours for her belly
to smooth out. She had gone from an F cup to a G cup she noticed, skipping right
over FF. Looking at her face in the mirror she realized that she must be one of
the most beautiful women in the country. She figured she had put on some height
as well, putting her at around 5'8".

It seemed that if there was a limit to her ability to alter history she had
yet to find it. According to her second set of memories she had won both the
car and the full rights and privileges of a police officer in a competition
put on by the FBI. She giggled at how ridiculous it was even as she grinned
at the memory of beating an entirely male field so thoroughly. Of course
it had helped that they had all seemed hypnotized by her perfection.
The uniform which had fit so poorly before, now seemed tailor made, and
the badge had her name on it. Smiling Katie pulled back onto the highway.
