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Evidence Gone Wrong

The quiet night shift was broken by a call about a suspicious substance found in a side alley. Officer Ramirez adjusted her cap and stepped into the narrow street, the glow of the lamps catching the polished badge on her chest. The strange powder had been left in a small open bag, almost glowing faintly in the dim light. She crouched down, carefully brushing her hand over the edge of the evidence bag. But as she leaned closer, the dust scattered up in a faint cloud, clinging to her skin. A sudden warmth spread through her body, startling her enough to stumble back. At first, she thought it was nothing—just nerves. But then, the warmth concentrated in her chest. Her shirt tightened as a heavy pressure swelled outward. She gasped, looking down as her uniform strained. The fabric pulled tighter with each heartbeat, the buttons creaking in protest. Her once-fitted shirt began to gape open as her chest grew heavier, rounder, expanding far beyond the snug limits of her uniform. She grabbed at her shirt instinctively, but the growth was relentless, surging larger in smooth, unstoppable waves. Her reflection in the patrol car window showed the impossible truth: her chest was expanding, enormous, reshaping her figure until her once-tailored uniform looked cartoonishly undersized. She staggered into the middle of the streetlight glow, wide-eyed, as the surreal transformation continued before slowing to a halt. By the time her fellow officers turned the corner, they froze in shock. Officer Ramirez stood tall, uniform stretched to the edge, her chest impossibly larger than before. She glanced back at the spilled powder and muttered under her breath with a stunned laugh, "Well… I think we just figured out what this stuff does."