Containment Failure

“Ma’am, step away from the vehicle—”

“I can’t,” she smirked.

The car dipped again beneath her.

Tight fabric strained, pulled, lost the fight as her chest swelled larger—heavier—spreading outward with slow, unstoppable pressure. The officer froze, eyes widening as the cruiser creaked in protest.

“Is this… normal?” she asked.

Another shift.

Bigger.

The woman exhaled, adjusting slightly as the sheer weight forced her against the car.
“Not really… but it’s not stopping either.”

Metal groaned. Tires compressed. The street suddenly felt way too small.

The officer reached for her radio.
“Dispatch… yeah, I’m gonna need… I don’t even know what I need.”

Another swell.

More mass. More weight. More presence.

The car couldn’t handle it anymore.

And neither could the situation.