"Another toilet?"
"'Fraid so..."
"That's going to make you even farther over allowance, unless it's a low-flow unit; that could save you." Vera looked hopeful. She didn't really like handing out citations, and she very clearly had more -- pressing -- problems right now.
Two of those problems pressed a little farther out of her uniform shirt when she turned to follow Jim to his bedroom, sending a button pinging into Jim's back. Another pressing problem began to split the back seam of her skirt when she had to step over a pile of video game cartridges and action figure boxes in Jim's hallway.
In the half-bath, Jim noticed the first slivers of pink aureolae sliding out from under the edges of Vera's shirt, and noticed that a full eight inches of her toned midriff were exposed between her tented shirttails and the unfastened waistband of her skirt that now rode around the points of her hips. The skirt's hem bit into the soft flesh of Vera's thighs barely one-fourth of the way down, and a tear was lengthening along the left-hand side seam.
Vera examined the toilet, noting that it was definitely too old to be a low-flow unit, and so Jim was looking at another citation. She produced her tape measure again, and set about measuring.
Jim couldn't help his curiosity. "Look, I know it's Police business, but what's up with your uniform? It's about four sizes too small now, at least."
"Yes, sir; I'm aware of that." Vera looked cross, distracted from her measurements by Jim's question. "If you'll just be patient, I'll be done here, and we can both get on with our business."
"Looks to me like it's shrinking. Your nipples are showing."
Vera turned a deep red, and gave up on Jim's toilet tank. She tugged with wet hands at the edges of her shirt, but that only shifted things around and made even more of her breasts slide out.
"Alright, fine. If you must know, it's been happening since this morning. I was inspecting toilets at the site of the new convention center and there was an... accident."
"What sort of accident?"
Vera looked decidedly uncomfortable, not just with her extremely tight clothes, but with having told Jim this confidence. "Just an- there was a leaky barrel of chemicals in a storeroom."
"They had a toilet in the storeroom?"
"I wasn't there for a- Yes, there was a toilet. Now, if I could get on with this..."
"Why were you in a storeroom? And why didn't you wear a bra?"
"I did. I just... lost it... that's all."
"You lost your bra?"
"Sir-" Vera whined, "If you'd just-"
*Pop* Another button, leaving only the bottom two.
"You'd better take care of that."
"I'd better finish these toilet inspections, or the Captain will have my ass... and my badge. I'm not exactly doing so great right now."
"Was that why you were in the storeroom?"
Vera surrendered. "Alright...
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