Veronica and Jane, Jane and Veronica

It's been a week... A week holed up in some back alley Motel with a woman with an ego so large, she would make a professional wrestler look stupid. Jane has never been so miserable and yet this was her first assignment outside of convenience store heists, petty burglary and cars that the owner would probably never see again. The first week Veronica thought it would be best to lay low and get acclimated to their surroundings. This area, right next to the old industrial park has had rising reports and call ins of illegal activity along with more and more women strolling the streets than in years past selling sex for money and even ****.

Prostitution is a crime all in itself but within the rings of women trying to make a living there were a select few trading their charms for ****. Then those women were turning around and selling the **** for an even better profit to a group **** lords quietly called the "Cartel". This was the assignment. Infiltrate the cartel and take down the people behind it. The typical way to start an investigation was to interview the known prostitutes working the streets. That approach never turned up much because, well, who wants to talk to the fuzz? No one, so hence the plan of posing as hookers. A brilliant idea of the Lieutenant who probably wanted to see Veronica in a sleazy outfit. Did Veronica and Jane go out their first night? Nope, second night? Not a chance. It wasn't until the fourth night that Veronica was finally ready to trade in her blouse and slacks for a crop top and mini skirt.

The first night and proceeding nights found Jane having to stare at an always nearly naked Veronica prancing about the motel room in nothing but a bra...

"Alright Janey, this is where we will be staying for the next few weeks, I hope your prepared..." Veronica announces with as much bravado as her bra cups as she pushes in the heavy motel door with ease and strides inside.

"It's Jane..." Jane replies as she wobbles in behind her buxom partner carrying not only her duffel, but Veronica's twin duffels as too!

"Sure Jenny..." Veronica replies and stops by the bed right next to the air conditioner unit. "Fuck it's hot in here..."

Looking up as she kicks the door closed, Jane is momentarily confused as the room is more than cool enough but her partner is sweating buckets. "Well I can turn down the air if you like... And it's Jane..."

"Yeah, do it already!" Veronica groans as she peels off her jacket exposing her blouse.

Walking over to the thermostat, Jane cracks the dial turning the air down from a comfortable 74 to a cool 68. Looking over as as Veronica is pulling her jacket off, she is shocked by the layer of wetness under her arms and down her back. "Is 68 going to be enough?" Jane asks as she watches Veronica let the jacket drop before grabbing at her bra straps through her blouse and giving them a mighty tug.

"A little colder please, would ya? I am baking!" Veronica groans, kicking her heels off next, one falling to its side to reveal the green insole. Instantly the room fills with stink.

"Oh my god!" Jane instantly covers her nose when she realizes how badly Veronica's feet smell! Turning around quickly, she drops the air to an icy 65. "There, 65, how's that?"

"Oh get over it pussy. I told you It's hot in here." Veronica quips, rolling her eyes as she removes her shoulder holster. Feeling the air blowing against her back, she instantly smiles, "Much better Tina."

"It's Jane..." Jane replies growing very annoyed at her partner's blatant **** changing her name.

"Not while we are undercover, Tiny Tina." Veronica grins as she looks over and stares at Jane's flat chest.

Looking down at her chest, Jane instantly sighs as she stares at her lack of development with shame. "Do we really have to draw attention to it?" She asks looking up, finding herself staring at Veronica's enormous mounds, ignoring the overwhelming evidence that Veronica is a stinker, aka the stained pits and ankle socks.

"We each need stage names that better fit to our stereo types, that's all. You will call me Candy, got it Tiny Tina?"

"Tina!"

"Whatever..." Veronica replies as she opens her pants and pushes them down.

Watching them fall to Veronica's ankles, It wasn't a sight Jane was foreign too, but today it was different. Where as before she saw curvature of a woman who lost her way, now she was seeing everything with clarity. With out the fitted dress pants, her partner's beefy legs were just plain fat and starting to pit all over and when her eyes gazed slowly north, she was disgusted by the discolored crotch of her white, flower printed panties. To top it off there was more than just sweat staining the cotton but a gash of yellow and white crust was evidence of Veronica's excessive arousal. Walking over to her bed, Jane never let her eyes stray far from her buxom partner and watched as Veronica unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off to reveal her soft, bulging belly and obvious love handles along with her chubby arms. Seeing her bag down on the bed, Jane started to unpack as Veronica turned around and pushed her panties down wearing nothing but her big white, baggy bra. Watching as the panties fell last, Jane was flabbergasted by the big brown streak in the rear of the abused cotton and when she looked away, her view was filled with the expansion of Veronica's big, wide flabby back side wobbling all around as she lifted one foot than the other from the underwear before picking up the rest of her clothes. Watching the chunky detective all bent over, her fat hanging and bubbling every which way, Jane had to look away for fear of losing her lunch. Big tits or not, Veronica Black was nothing more than a fat girl pretending to be a hotty.

The next three days was more of the same... Veronica walking about the small Motel room in nothing but her ginormous bra and nothing else and Jane could do nothing but watch as the porky princess went about her business of online shopping and going over the case file with little to no input from Jane who was supposed to be in charge of the entire operation. She was point after all but as she tried her best to assimilate to her new surroundings, she could still not get over just how large Veronica was but more importantly, how big her breasts were because Jane, like all women was finding it harder and harder to ignore the presence of Veronica's enormous breasts and soon forgot that the rest of the package was less than desirable.

The only question Jane ever asked was every night for at bed time Veronica would change into a sports bra, baggy t shirt and basketball shorts for bed and for some reason the indomitable bosoms of Detective Black seemed to change as well. They weren't bigger or smaller and baring the presence of the sports bra instead of the big, baggy white brassiere, they just seemed to be different...