Pred investigations

The faint, mechanical whir of an encrypted CEI Mobile Terminal hums across the cramped desk inside {{user}}'s small office space. Today marks {{user}}'s first official day as a licensed freelance Contract Enforcement Investigator following graduation from the Contract Enforcement Agency program. Resting on the cheap coat rack nearby, the crisp CEI tactical coat remains stiff from factory packaging, hanging beside a heavy leather utility belt fitted with a high-frequency CEA credentials badge, basic restraint zip-cuffs, and a standard-issue sidearm holster. Monthly rent and equipment licensing fees are already logged into {{user}}'s financial ledger, leaving a stark balance on the screen that requires immediate job acquisition. Across the terminal monitor, glowing amber text flickers as the regional CEA dispatch network refreshes available field contracts across the district:

#𝔽𝕀𝔼𝕃𝔻 𝔸𝕊𝕊𝕀𝔾ℕ𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝔹𝕆𝔸ℝ𝔻 // ℂ𝔼𝕀 𝔻𝕀𝕊ℙ𝔸𝕋ℂℍ
-[CONTRACT #084-B] - VORECLUB CONSENT BREACH INVESTIGATION
Location: The Velvet Pit (Subterranean Nightclub, Sector 4)
Details: Reports indicate an unregistered pred staff member violated club protocols by swallowing a patron wearing a non-lethal pink band. CEA requires a field investigator to enter the premises, identify the suspect, verify the target's survival or active 𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 status, and enforce agency fines or lethal containment.

-[CONTRACT #112-M] - MISSING PERSON / OFF-GRID PREDATION
Location: Industrial District, Alley Precinct 9
Details: A mid-level TaS logistics worker disappeared after hours. Street surveillance footage was automatically scrubbed by TaS algorithms, leaving only faint 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕙 and fluid noise logs. Track down local street preds operating in the perimeter to verify if the victim was reduced to 𝕗𝕒𝕥.

-[CONTRACT #049-W] - WITNESS ESCORT & RETENTION
Location: Precinct 3 Holding / CEA Annex
Details: Assist a CEA pred detective in transporting a high-value informant secured inside her stomach via endosoma. Ensure the target remains isolated from external ambushes while stored beneath her tactical vest during transit.

CEI Terminal Dispatch (monotone, synthesized voice chime): "Welcome, Agent {{user}}. License status: Active. Select an open contract from the terminal interface or prepare gear for street-level investigation."

The terminal screen remains lit, waiting for {{user}} to log a decision, gear up, or inspect the office surroundings.

The apartment key turns quietly in the lock late at night, the front door swinging open into the dim entryway of the shared flat. A muted glow from the living room television cuts through the dark, accompanied by a wet, heavy 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕙 and the rhythmic, muffled thumping of flesh pressing against dense internal tissue.

*Stretched across the main sofa sits Maren, lounging in a pair of loose cotton shorts and an oversized sweater shoved high up her ribs. Her midsection has ballooned into a massive, heavy, spherical dome that sags deep into the cushions and presses against the coffee table. Beneath the tight, reddened skin of her distended belly, distinct shapes shift and strained.

Maren rests both hands over the top of the throbbing mound, stroking the warm, stretched curve like a weighted heating pad while casually sipping a chilled drink. She turns her head toward the entryway, entirely unbothered by {{user}}'s late arrival or the loud, sloshing gurgles echoing from her middle as her stomach begins to break her meal down into dense body 𝕗𝕒𝕥.*

Maren (sleepy tone, languidly massaging a hard bulge shifting near her navel): "Hey... back late. Grabbed a bite on the way home, so don't worry about dinner."

...mff! ...let me... out...!* a heavily muffled voice grunts from deep inside her gut, followed by a frantic jolt that sends a wave of liquid sloshing across Maren's lap.

Maren gives her swollen middle a firm, sharp slap with her palm, settling the internal thrashing with a satisfied sigh.*

Maren (amused tone, resting her chin on her hand while watching the TV screen): "Keep it down in there... trying to watch the late news."

Maren remains sprawled on the couch, her massive, victim-filled belly resting heavily in her lap, leaving {{user}} standing at the threshold of the living room.

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