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The Mundane Constable
By Lyta Somabre
"The most recent victim of the Switchback Coalition is a
forty-year-old banker from South Gate. He has said that the
attack on his person has..."
I turned the television off. I couldn't stand any more
reminders of my failure in this case. I have been working
to apprehend these ruthless women for a month now.
When I got this case the absurdity of women going around
physically altering men into big-breasted imbeciles
astounded me. Certainly, it was a prank by my superiors to
get a laugh at my expense. No such luck, this is real and
it's my problem now.
The victims never have any memory of their capture and only
a little of their former life. They cease to be the same
person. It's as if these women have performed some
accelerated entropy on their minds. They are often confused
and end up here at the station. In some cases, only the
fingerprints can tell who the person once was.
"Adams, we got another call on the Switchback Coalition.
Girl, wandering around out by the docks." Said my partner,
Gristle. That's what we call him on account of he always
eats fried chicken and spits the gristle out into a trash
bin from various distances.
"Let me grab my jacket." I yelled back in a hurry to get
any clue on this case.
The attacks have been getting more brutal and grotesque,
last guy had his ribs removed and then inserted into a
corset that he now has to wear in order to survive. What
could make someone do something so heinous? The guy was a
bank teller and gay. Why would they want to harm him?
I thought about this as we cruised through stoplights, our
siren blaring. Before arriving at the docks we stopped at
this little bakery that makes the best cinnamon rolls in
the tri-state area. I got back in the squad car and sipped
my coffee awaiting whatever atrocity we would find at the
docks.
"Hey, why so glum Adams? This could be a breakthrough in
the case." Gristle said. He always says that before we
actually meet the victim.
"Oh nothing, I was just thinking about... my kids." I
suggested hoping he would shut up for a minute.
"Yeah, Like if one of these bitches got a hold of your boy
and put a pussy on his forehead."
Gristle manages to get out before bursting into hysterical
laughter. As one would expect of someone called Gristle,
he's not incredibly sensitive.
We arrived at the dock and were greeted by a dozen other
cops and a plastic surgeon. He was there for forensic
purposes.
"Well officer, are you going to put those cuffs on me or
not?" The girl in the double-breasted suit said.
"They really did a job on this one." I said. "She seems to
have lost all vestiges of her, umm his personality."
"Maybe he was always like that." Offered Gristle.
After a preliminary investigation of the subject we found
something we hadn't seen before. They had surgically
attached the subject's penis to his ass. His/Her new tail
was functionless of course. I thought about how it would be
impossible for him/her to sit without some hole in the back
of his/her pants. But if he/she had a hole there then
she/he'd always have a dick hanging out the back of his/her
pants.
I went home sullen because there was no evidence as to who
did this or where they did it. Always perfect, no prints,
no material evidence that could be traced.
My wife and kids were asleep when I got in. I decided to go
into the computer room and do some reading before I tried
to wrestle the covers from my wife. I found myself engulfed
in the stories I read. I was the pre-pubescent boy not
quite as tall as his classmates who was sent off to
grandma's for the summer and then comes back in the fall to
be the best cheerleader in the district.
This guilty pleasure had taken on a lot more guilt as of
late. How could I righteously go after these women when I
wanted them to go after me? I mean, I don't really want to
be an imbecilic bimbo, at least not forever.
Disgusted with myself, I trudged into my bedroom and curled
up around my wife of four years. That night I dreamt that
my house was broken into and women dressed in tight black
clothes, like a cross between a cheap hooker and a ninja
raped me with multiple dildos, enemas, and cucumbers.
That morning I took the sheets to the laundry room while
Kate was in the shower. I needed more sleep but I like to
see the kids off to daycare in the morning. I also enjoyed
making my family a good breakfast.
"It's alright I'll clean it up in a minute." I found myself
saying to the children over and over again. Once they were
out of the house I cleaned up and then did some more
reading.
***
I still wanted to be asleep when I made into the station.
"Hey we got a lead on those crazy feminists." Said Gristle.
He went on to tell me about how they had traced a hair
found on the suit of last night's victim to the zoo.
Apparently, it was a chimpanzee hair.
We spoke with the resident zoologist and he said that there
has been no evidence of any kind of break in. "But Hermes,
our chimpanzee has had a strange problem that is becoming
an epidemic around here." It seems that some of the zoo
animals were coming down with their own versions of some
human sexually transmitted diseases.
On a hunch, I asked Gristle to let me see his wallet. I
pulled out the nudie picture of hid old high school
girlfriend. I showed it to the chimpanzee, he became
aroused.
"They're getting the animals to rape them!" Gristle
exclaimed after coming to the same conclusion I had
suspected.
We did a search of the zoo but found no leads. Then we
planted a couple bugs around some of the cages in the hopes
that they would come back here with their next victim.
There were no more sexual sideshows that night. I was
relieved at that much even if we weren't any closer to
solving the case. I went home thinking about what I would
do if I found myself in the position of these guys. Would I
even attempt to fight the women?
I felt so guilty when I got home that I just went to sleep
without my extracurricular activities. I woke up two hours
later to the sound of my phone.
"We got another one and he's... it's talking." My captain
told me.
"All I remember is a brick house with the gutter hanging
off the side of it." Mr. now Ms. Ward told us in the
interrogation room.
"He doesn't remember anything more than that. And how is he
ever gonna return to his life with a fully functional
pussies on both palms?" Gristle said.
They had grafted vaginas into the palms of both of his
hands. These girls were getting more and more psychotic
with every victim. Also, they appear to be able to do more
operations that I had ever thought possible.
We had done a back-up check on every surgeon in town and
even had a few tailed but no luck so far.
"So they are obviously well endowed... financially to be
able to perform these operations. And they are skilled." I
said to no one trying to get my thoughts together.
My captain was getting more and more irate with me and my
failure so far, but no detective, no matter how good could
make any headway with this case. I was frustrated myself.
So I sat impotently at my desk, sipping coffee and trying
to get a grasp on this case. In the end, I just ended up
fantasizing about finding myself in a similar position.
Some leather encased she-bitch just tearing down my ego
until I had no self-recognition was a thought that made me
suddenly aware that I was doing nothing more than making
the act of standing up more difficult.
"What are you up to?" I asked Abrams, a fellow cop.
"I got this robbery case down at the mutual protection
fidelity bank." He stated. "The cameras were disabled
before we even get a shot of the culprit."
"Got any witnesses?" I inquired
"Kinda, we think it was an inside job, whoever did this had
the access codes to pull it off without..." I stopped
paying attention because a hunch just occurred to me that
the victim before last worked at a bank.
"Gris, were did that guy with the dick-tail work at?" I
asked my partner.
"Umm, that bank, you know, the one with long name."
"Mutual Protection Fidelity Bank?" I offered.
"Yeah, that's it why?"
"I think our girls are the ones behind Abrams robbery
case." I said feeling very proud of myself.
"They must have got the access codes out of him when they
messed up his head." Gristle suddenly realized.
So now we could add robbery to their list of crimes. But
what did that mean, and how could that help me in any way?
I mulled it over with out any inspiration and eventually
went home for the day.
When I got home everyone was asleep as usual. I took one of
my wife's dresses and pantyhose of the dirty laundry pile
and then went into the computer room to jerk off. It always
feels better when there are props involved. When done, I
cleaned up and went to bed still trembling from my recent
orgasm.
***
When I got in the next day, I was debriefed as to the
newest victim. He had been given a total of 8 breasts that
were somehow in a constant state of lactation. Six of them
were on his front like a cow; the other two consisted of
his ass cheeks, unlike a cow. All of them were producing
milk.
"Enjoying your coffee, Adams." Gristle said and then
snickered.
"Yeah, thanks." I said. He almost never makes coffee for
me.
"It's got a special creamer in it." He busted in laughter.
"You fucker!" I spit out the coffee in my mouth and threw
the half-cup steaming cup at him.
He looked down at his soaked trousers and said, "It was
worth it, I got you good that time."
Fucking freaking breast milk in my coffee, I hoped this
wasn't an indication of how the rest of my day would turn
out. Then I had a thought, where does this guy work, if his
job entailed the process of money then we might have a
lead.
"Gris, you stupid bastard, where does this guy work at."
"He's the head pharmacist at Everybody's Drugs."
"We're gonna have to stake that place out and see if we can
catch our culprits trying to score some oxycotin or some
such stuff to sell on the black market." I said.
"Good idea." Gristle said and we left the station
immediately.
***
It was quiet for about two hours. Gristle fell asleep ten
minutes after we parked. I saw a white van approaching
slowly from the south. The occupant stopped and rolled her
passenger side window down.
"Excuse me officer, but do you know how to get to umm, that
street that's named after a tree?" She asked.
"You want Chestnut, Maple, Elm?" I replied trying to be
helpful.
What I didn't notice was three more girls getting out the
back of the van. What I did notice was a tazer in the side
of my head, but only for a little while cause I passed out
right after that.
When I awoke I found myself tied to a wall. Across the room
was Gristle or at least I thought that was him. He was in a
crib dressed like a little girl. The area around his waist
bulged with what could only be a healthy packed pair or two
of diapers.
"Grr..."
I tried to yell his name but came to realize that I had a
ball gag in my mouth. I watched a while longer as he played
with a rattle and drooled on himself. I was thinking about
how appropriate a playmate he would make with our last
victim. I couldn't see or even feel my own body but I hoped
they hadn't got to me yet.
While there I used the time to think about my life and the
direction it was going. My wife and I got along fine and
the kids were smart like their old man but I had no
interest in the routine I had developed. My job was only
getting worse, my current situation a prime example.
After a while someone came in and changed Gristle's diaper.
I moved and made as much noise as possible but did not get
even a glance for my effort. I was getting some feeling
back. I thought that maybe I could get break the rope
around my right wrist. All that working out was coming to
good use.
I didn't even try though. I suddenly realized that I didn't
want to make a daring escape from this situation. I wanted
to be the possession of these women to maim however they
saw fit. I let myself go limp and shivered at the
anticipation I was feeling.
When they finally came for me, I asked the one question
that had been bothering from the start about this case.
"Why are you doing this? All the money you're making from
the robberies must be just barely enough to keep performing
these... things you do to men."
The brunette answered first. "Because I'm an artist and
this is my vision."
"Yeah, fuckhead, we're artists!" Yelled the redhead next to
her.
"All this for art, aren't you going a little overboard?" I
asked hesitantly. These were my new mistresses. I would do
well to learn my place and act accordingly.
"What the fuck would a pig like you know about art, if I
fucking painted a twenty-foot tall Jesus on some billboard
then I'd be respectable, right?"
"Yeah, fuckhead twenty foot tall Jesus!" Interrupted the
redhead, which got an angry sneer from the obvious leader
here, the brunette.
"You'll be our next masterpiece. I'm going give you tiny
hands that are not functional then I'm gonna make your
breasts so big and heavy that you'll have to carry them
around on a rolling table for them to sit on. Not that
you'll be able to walk anyway because I'm gonna remove the
lower portion of your spine to give you a ten-inch waist."
The red head then pulled out a hypodermic and stuck it
right in my penis. It hurt for a second then I fell asleep.
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