The police show up.

Alex had obviously noticed that most of the other girls at the party had done something to their bodies. Multiple people she knew had clearly had work done to their tits. Yet somehow it looked as if everyone was completely natural. By simply walking around and mingling with others she noticed that most of the people who looked altered were wearing very skimpy clothing that showcased plenty of cleavage. And in every case the breasts didn't seem fake. She had felt a little uncomfortable with how there were clear sexual undertones at the party. Not in the sense that people would get drunk and try and find a partner for a quick shag (She had personally done similar things before). But in the sense that multiple women were letting themselves be openly groped by men. Others were being very flirty and she had overheard multiple conversations talking about breasts and tits. In fact it was almost like some sort of obsession going around. She better try and find her bestie Tracey who had promised to be here so she had someone she knew well to talk about this weird fad going around.

It is not easy to find Tracey most of the time. Especially not in a party this crowded. Eventually however Alex manages to see her sitting on a rectangular cushion in the middle of the main living room, in front of the speakers and a huge flatscreen TV. As Alex approached she noticed Tracey seemed to be fiddling with some cables. She placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her friend to turn around looking a little shocked. Alex's eyes opened wide as she noticed her friend had clearly joined in the trend of having huge breasts. What was going on?

She saw Tracy opening her mouth but couldn't hear a thing of what she said. Being this close to the speaker could not be good for ones hearing. She tried to mime back that she couldn't hear hur but that she wanted to chat in private, having no idea if Tracey picked this up. Tracey shrugged and went back to fiddling, making Alex sigh as she took a seat, waiting for Tracey to finish with whatever she was doing. In her momentary boredom she noticed Tracey seemed to be hooking up her phone to the television and the loud speakers. Was she seriously trying to play video in the middle of the party? This didn't really surprise Alex. Wouldn't be the first time Trace tried to hijack a party by playing what she wants. Grabbing the remote control Tracey smiled as she scooted over and patted the cushion for Alex to join her. Pointing at the television she pressed a button, causing it to turn on. It took her a couple of seconds to navigate to the correct set-up, but finally she managed to find the right setting as she triumphantly pressed the final button that sealed everyones fate inside. At least those who had yet to see the glory of the titslut cheer.

Alex looked up at the screen. She had a front row seat when it happened. On the screen was the familiar video that had claimed so many minds before hers. Bouncing up and down. Big juicy bimbo tits. Long elegant jumps. Flowing immaculate hair and a wide smile. These were the commandments that flowed into Alex's eyes. This was nothing compared to what was happening to her ears however. The massive speakers that had been blasting house music at deafening levels, was now playing an up-beat sugary sweet pop song with a very clear message for everyone to hear.

"I'm a titslut who loves to cheer! Especially if I get to please my peers~ I use my tits to play with cocks! Even better if they're on some jocks~"

It was not a very deep set of lyrics. And they repeated over and over again the longer the video went on. Alex was completely transfixed as the vibrations entered her mind. Had she the willpower to look around she would have noticed that everyone else in the room who had not yet been changed was equally powerless. For now however all she could do was embrace the words as they replaced parts of her mind with no effort. Alex felt a slight smile coming. This was a good video. She finally felt like she wanted to look away as she looked down at her chest. It was growing. Pushing outwards as the dress she had wore was clearly too tight. Her tits spilled out since she wasn't wearing a bra, making it impossible to contain the added flesh. Within seconds she was forced to hold her tits in place, trying her best to fit them inside of her dress once more, but it was a losing battle. Eventually she simply gave up with a shrug. Whatever. Did it really matter? Being a titslut meant having your tits on display anyways, and she had come here to party and fuck some dudes anyways. Did it really matter if she freed her nipples? Guys love titsluts like her anyways. Nothing says 'Cum on my breasts' better than jiggling your massive orbs from side to side without a care in the world.

Tracey snapped her fingers in front of Alex. Trying to get her attention as she turned the volume of the video down slightly, whilst still leaving it on repeat.
- Earth caling, Alex! Please respond~
- Huh? Oh! Sorry. Was just a bit distracted. I've had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction...
- Again? I swear you do this every time! Its just an excuse for you to show your tits to everyone. Just because you're bigger than me doesn't mean you can get all the guys by acting like such a slut!
- Oh come ooon trace...we're titsluts. Is that not what we're supposed to do?

Tracey smirked. She was glad her friend had enjoyed the video, as well as everyone else for that matter.

- Yeah but leave some for the rest of us!

- 204. Come in.
- 204 Here. Over.
- We've had a report of a public disturbance at 3125 Rowan Lane. Over.
- Is that not that sorority we had to visit the other week? Over.
- I believe so. Might need to do some arrests this time. Over.
- Affirmative. We're ten minutes out. Over and out.

Officer Bergenbaum put the walkie talkie back in its holder on the right side of the steering wheel, he looked over at Officer Carlos with a slight nod. She was holding a notepad and was frantically writing the details down.

- You got all that?
- Yeah. Got it.
The latina was nervous. This was her first night patrolling after graduating at the academy. She had been told this was a safe neigbourhood at least. A frat party out of control had been described as the most excitement that would probably happen around here, and now it seemed she was about to face such a thing.

- Good.
Bergenbaum put the car into gear as he pulled out from the sidewalk. He looks over and notices Carlos' nervous look.
- You'll do fine rookie. Just remember your training and let me handle any drunk frat boys. Speaking from experience, they don't tend to treat...female officers as well, especially if they've had a few.
Carlos nodded as she took a deep breath. Gathering herself like she had been trained to do before doing something uncomfortable.
- Yessir. I'm ready.

Pulling into Rowan Lane it is immediately noticeable which house was 3125. Flashing lights and some sort of muddled pop song could be heard all the way out in the streets. Parking at the side of the road the two officers step out of their vehicles and onto the sidewalk were they're met by a clearly concerned neighbour.

- Finally! These bastards keep me up all night every weekend. There is no end. That damn sorority will be the death of me.
Bergenbaum speaks up, trying his best to calm the clearly furious woman who looked to be in her fourties.
- I take it you're the one who called 911.
- Of course it was me! This isn't the firt time i've had to call the police to sort the youth out. I have kids at home crying their eyes out.
- Okay. I get it. We know this is a public disturbance which is punishable by a fine.
- You said that last time and you only dispersed the crowd.
- We are aware that we only gave a warning last time. But thats what warnings are for. This time we won't be as lenient. Trust me.
- Good...

The german american officer then turned to Carlos, who was standing at his left, having listened intently to the conversation.

- Officer Carlos. We best head up there and shut this thing down.

- Should we not wait for backup?

The infuriated neighbour couldn't help but interject. Clearly still agitated.

- Back up? are you serious? I need to wake up for work in four hours and you're gonna-....gaaah! I'll walk up there myself and make them stop.
- I'd strongly advice against that miss...
Bergenbaum barely got to retort before the woman stormed up towards the sorority.
- Well. I was about to say that we should be fine to start without backup. Now we should probably head up there in case of a potential altercation anyways. Could you radio in whoever is closest?
The latino officer nodded.
- Of course.
Bergenbaum turned and jogged up the sloped lawn towards the entrance of the sorority, trying to catch up to the infuriated neighbour. Meanwhile Carlos quickly went back to the police car and picked up the radio.

- 204 to base. Come in.
- Base to 204. I hear you loud and clear. Over.
- Could you call in whoever is closest. We might have a possible altercation starting here. Could use a couple more hands. Over.
- Copy that 204. Checking with 206 and 209. Over and out.

Hanging up, the slightly short and thickset latina walked up towards the entrance of the sorority. As she approached the door she noticed that Bergenbaum was chatting to some delinquents who were standing outside. He clearly seemed to have interrupted some sort of make out session as the woman was clutching her chest to her body, the straps of her bra having slid down her shoulders.

- You are technically on private property, but public indecency is still a crime if we can see you naked from the street. Either way I strongly suggest you vacate this building. Bergenbaum was talking quite loud, needing to be heard above the loud pop music that was blasting. He then turns to face Carlos as she rejoined him, the clearly disappointed couple the senior officer talked to seemed to wander down the slope towards the street, muttering something about 'just doing it at home instead'. Carlos followed them slightly with her gaze before turning her attention to Bergenbaum.
- The neighbour walked in before I could grab her. So far I have not heard any fight or kind of altercation however. Although it could be masked by this incessant noise.

Carlos nodded. The muddled sound of having a door between her and the music, created a horribly discordant noise that wormed its way inside of her brain. It was awful to listen to and she would rather simply step away. Or even better, head inside. The music was probably better if she got to hear it properly.

- Its almost hurting my ears.
-Don't worry Carlos. Tinnitus is covered by our health insurance plan.
Bergenbaum teased, before turning to the door aiming to grab the handle to enter. As he did so the door suddenly swung open and the neighbour from earlier walked out, almost bumping straight into Bergenbaum head on.
- Woah! Sorry. I'm in a hurry. Need to get home to my hubby~

Bergenbaum looked a little confused as he stood to the side and let the woman pass. She didn't appear to be injured or anything, but he didn't get a proper look before she was hastily walking down the slope towards her own house. Carlos followed the woman with her gaze. She felt slightly crazy though. She could have sworn the neighbour looked slightly different before. Odd.

- That was strange...right?
- I'm inclined to agree Carlos. She appeared to be in a hurry, but not furious as she was before. Perhaps she came to some sort of agreement...although the music is still playing just as loud as before.
Carlos agreed. With the door now open she could properly hear what was happening inside. She sighed with relief. That horribly muddled noise was gone as she could properly listen now. The lyrics were still hard to pick out though, but it didn't matter. She felt calm at least. Not like before.
- It is probably best we wait for backup Carlos. I have a bad feeling this might get ug-...
Bergenbaum is interrupted by the junior officer having suddenly walked inside of the sorority, taking several steps inside as she stood on the other side of the door, notepad in hand. He lunges with impressive gait, catching Carlos with a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
- Officer Carlos. Are you listening to me!
Bergenbaum yelled, it was very hard to be louder than the music now. That incessant pop song was impossible to cleanse out of his mind. He looked at officer Carlos as she turned around to face him with a smile. The woman giggled as she grabbed his hands and pulled him several steps further inside.
- I just need to listen to it more clearly! It was awful to hear it from the outside!
- Officer?
Bergenbaum grew confused. What was happening. He felt dazzled, as if he had been drugged. His junior officerwas looking at him like she was some sort of giggling school girl, pulling him into the crowded sorority. The sight inside was beyond what he could describe. The most heinous of orgies was fully under way. Women and men of all shapes and sizes were fucking in almost every possible space. It was hard to walk without stepping on a limb. What was weird too was that everyone seemed to have something in common. The guys all had huge engorged cocks, like straight out of a porno. And the women had the most juiciest natural breasts. Big, soft, bouncy and jiggling as they were used to pleasure the mens enhanced penises. In fact the perhaps oddest thing of all was exactly that fact. Nobody was having regular sex. It was all focused on breasts. Titfucking galore. Each and ever one of them.

- Carlos...what the-...this is...we need back up. Lets go!
The latina was so close though. So close to the source of the sound. Soon that noise in her head would stop complaining. She needed to know the full lyrics. She tugged at the dazed senior officer one last time, pulling him towards the living room as they stumbled over the naked bodies of strangers. Finally Carlos pointed towards a huge TV screen.
- See! Finally. I get it now.
- W-what? What do you get?!
- Just listen to what the woman on the screen is saying. She's singing about titsluts. And...I think....I think I'm a titslut!
Carlos spoke matter of factly. She had never been as certain about anything else in her life. It was is if it all made sense now. She was a police officer, newly graduated. But the was also a titslut. And hopefully a good one at that. Hmmm....there was something she lacked though...
Bergenbaum blinked, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, or what was happening.
- T-titslut? What do you-...
As if on command Carlos ripped open her uniform. If it was from sheer strength or from the growing power of her tits is hard to tell, but her breasts were free, dangling out in the open for the senior officer to see. That was when he got it. When it finally clicked.
- Oh. I. I get it now.
- Right?! We need to report this back to HQ! This is huge news.
Bergenbaum agreed. They should start with their backup though. The other squads needed to hear this revalation. Junior officer Carlos was a titslut. What a sensation!