Best Served Cold

This story has taken a week or so to write, it is complete but I will put it up over a few days this week... due to the story having a lot of potential tags I will list the tags that are seen a lot, if anyone wants to compile the complete list that would be great.

General Tags: Overly Excessive Cum, Futa/F, M/F, Mystery?, Death.

Author Note: Hey, this story could be an epic journey or an epic fail, I like what I wrote so I hope everyone else does... The story is always in First Person and it changes Point of view when the parts change (as indicated with bold titles)

Stephanie’s Point of View – (9:36 PM, March 16, Taxi on the way home)

“Geez why isn’t she answering?” I mumble as the taxi turns into the street I live on

“Who are trying to ring?” asks the curious Taxi driver

I was about to tell him to mind his own business but I decided that telling him wouldn’t hurt

“My younger sister, she and I share an apartment, she always answers her phone even when she is busy” I tell him

“Here we are” He says pulling up to the sidewalk in front of my apartment

I walk upstairs and knock on the door, no answer

I then decide to knock a little louder, still no answer

I pull out my bag and pull out a spare key and unlock the door

As I walk in I slip onto floor into some slippery liquid

“What the fuck...” I mumble getting to my feet

I look around; it is all over the place an unmistakeable white liquid

“Holy shit, what have you been doing Brittany?!” I shout looking around at the cum on the TV screen on the floor and on the furniture

As I move closer to the TV I see my sister with a belly so stretched it looks like she is pregnant, which she isn’t since I saw her with a normal body not even 2 hours ago.

“Hey Brittany, wake up” I say leaning in giving her a shake

She didn’t respond

“Hey stop joking around, wake up” I say shaking her a little more

Yet again she didn’t respond

I place my ear against her chest and...

“No way... she was fine just an hour ago!” I shout scrambling for my phone dialling for an ambulance

Miranda’s Point of View – (1:17 AM, March 17, Stephanie’s Apartment)

“Detective coming through” I say flashing my badge as I enter the residence

I look around at a familiar scene

“His third victim... What’s her name?” I say looking at the dead girl on the floor

“Brittany Williams, her sister found her” says an officer inspecting the scene

“Where is her sister?” I ask whilst looking around the room

“In the next room, she is very distraught” He says

I walk in to the room and kneel in front of the victim’s sister

“I’m sorry for your loss; we are trying our hardest to find the man who did this” I say