Max Biggermen 2: C.O.P.S.
by Alyn Roze and O'Melissokomos
Note: This version has been superseded by the one in The Sorcerer's New Apprentice series.
Based on the CYOC chapter originally written by Alyn Roze.
The open road beckoned Sergeant Max to forget it all and just ride. He always liked the open road. He jumped at the chance to be the county's first motorcycle cop. He would often hop on his Harley and just go cruising, which didn't always happen on his bike. When he was at the gym working to improve his body, he was cruising. Any place there were guys, he was cruising, and the police station was no exception. He would've loved to go on cruising right now, but business over pleasure came first.
Max went to a spot along the road where the pickin's were good. It was a multi-manned location. It had a blind spot that drivers didn't see until it was too late. The long straight road tempted drivers to ignore the posted speed limit. It also had an overpass that the police liked to use to get a radar lock on unsuspecting drivers. Just up the road the arresting officers lay in wait, hidden by bend in the road.
When he got there, two of his fellow officers were busy working. At first they thought it was a new cop approaching them, someone they haven't met before, but once Max took off his helmet, they immediately recognized him. How could they have not know the only bodybuilder in their precinct?
Max smiled at his two friends as he give each a once over. The radar guy today was thirty-year-old Anthony Little. His friends called him 'Little' Tony, a nickname he hated but tolerated. He was only 5'2" while the rest of his whole family were much taller. He reached his full height when he was in his teens, and he longed to be taller. The arresting officer was forty two-year-old Officer Richard Latamoore, Dick for short (and had a short dick, much to his chagrin). For his height of 6'3", Dick was at least 70lbs. pounds overweight. All the years sitting in the patrol car and a having an unhealthy appetite for jelly donuts added to his girth. If he ever had to chase a suspect on foot, the suspect only had to walk fast to get away.
Max joined Dick at the bend while Tony stayed up on the overpass, and the three of them caught over a couple dozen speeders that morning, sure to fill the county's coffers. By noon, word had gotten out to the drivers that there was a radar check at their exit and started behaving, and so the trio decided it was time for a break. They headed for a nearby truck stop diner for lunch.
Max, Tony and Dick each took a bar stool along the counter next to the front door for quick exit if needed. Max sat at one end, Tony in the middle and Dick on the other end. Having the two big guys on either side of him made Tony feel even smaller. Max sensed something was wrong with his longtime friend.
"What's the matter with ya, Little Tony?" Max asked.
"Oh, you know. My name, my life and my size," Tony lamented. "I'm the eldest among my brothers, and I'm the shortest. Can't tell you how much that bugs me."
"You're only small in your mind." Max put his hand on the top of Tony's. Ordinarily, Tony would have pulled his hand away. Having another man holding his hand repulsed him, but somehow this felt ... right.
"Right. Like, out of the blue, I'm just gonna grow six inches taller," Tony jokingly replied.
"Don't limit yourself to a mere six inches. Think big and make yourself six feet tall," Max said holding onto Tony's hand a bit more tightly, surprising Tony that he didn't feel a tiny spark going into his body.
Tony sighed, "As if," and began sitting taller on the stool. His hairy Italian arms stretched out of his sleeves as his trouser cuffs crept up his shins. Feet, that once dangled, inched closer to the floor and got really tight inside his size 7 shoes.
"And why just be tall? You can imagine yourself as big as you want," Max told Tony. "Make yourself a two hundred and fifty pound muscle man."
Tony's body began to fill out. Reed-thin limbs thickened into solid branches of muscle, and the sleeves of his shirt were being stretched to their maximum. His legs tripled in girth inside his trousers that almost ripped open, and his shoes lengthened and widened to accommodate his size 15 feet to which his cock and balls grew to match. Feeling uncomfortable at the tightness in his underwear, Tony shifted in his seat.
His chest now filled his small shirt. The buttons strained to stay fastened, but even they couldn't hold back the growing body underneath. The top two popped off and flew across the room unnoticed by anyone. Exposed to the world were mounds of flesh covered with a light sprinkling of rich dark hair. Tony's growing lats widened the gap even more, right down to his abs. It was only part of Tony's torso that didn't expand, but they too changed. Deep cuts formed a defined eight pack. With the shirt open to the world the shoulders had room to expand as well. His traps rose up the side of his neck filling in the open space.
"When you get to be that big, you'll have to wear those microfiber shirts that hug your body to show off those long hours spent in the gym," Max said looking at his friend, Officer Anthony Little who wasn't so little anymore.
"If you're not going to eat that pie, I'll take it," Dick said oblivious to what just happened next to him.
"Dick, you need to lay off all those pies or you're not gonna be able to fit in your car." Tony reached over and patted Dick's stomach. "Don't you think so, Max?"
Max got up, walked around Tony's wide back, and sat down on the other side of Dick.
"Sure 'nuff there, Tony boy. Pretty soon he'll be big 'nuff to have his own zip code."
"HA! HA! Very funny guys." Dick brushed away Tony's hand. "Can I help it if I'm big-boned?"
"Speaking of 'big-boned'…" Max reached Dick's lap under the counter. "How's 'little dicky' doing these days?"
"You both know that I have ED," Dick said quietly, embarrassed.
"ED? Oh, your erectile dysfunction? More like enormous dong to me," Max chuckled, sliding his big paw over Dick's small package and squeezing his genitals.
"Max..." Dick gasped as his cock came alive in his pants and, for the first time in years, achieved a full erection albeit a four-inch one, and as quickly as the sensation came, Dick's awareness of Max blatantly groping him disappeared.
Max grinned while he continued to play with Dick's schlong and tease Dick's feelings. "What? You've probably got the biggest cock in the station, second to mine, of course," he joked, knowing full well how small Dick was. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I bet your wife loves it."
Dick closed his eyes, suddenly remembering all the times he's fucked his wife. This, in turn, caused his erection to grow past its absolute limit and expand at Max's touch, jumping to 6", then 7", then 8", twice his original size, but it didn't stop there. Hearing her moans in his head aroused him even further, causing his cock to hit 9", 10", 11", until he topped off at 12 inches of thick cop-meat in between his thunder thighs. Fortunately for Dick, he was a boxers kind of guy or else he would have had some serious constriction going on. He snapped out of his daydream just before he had a wet dream right there and then.
"Huh? Oh, the hell she does," he proudly bragged.
Max laughed, pulling his hand away from Dick's newly-enlarged package, and Dick adjusted himself to relieve some of the pleasure.
"I admit you're bigger than I am down there, Latamoore, but you could stand to lose that fat ass," Tony said slapping Dick on the behind.
"What? There's more of me to love."
"You'd feel a lot better if you weren't carrying around all that fat." Max moved to touch Dick's back. "And you'd look a lot better if all this fat was muscle. You could show off that big chest and those cut abs. You could really show off how big you really are."
Dick took a deep breath, and he rapidly went from flabby and obese to solid and fit though he didn't lose nor gain any weight as every fat cell was converted into lean muscle. His arms and legs tightened, and his ass condensed into a booty of steel. Years of physical neglect were reversed as his arteries and veins were unclogged, and his heart began beating more slowly and efficiently. His body fat percentage dropped from the high 40s down the single digits. He wasn't just big; he was ripped.
If Max knew what was happening, he would've felt Dick's back first quivering like jello and then hardening into rock inside the uniform that molded itself snugly around Dick's body. He also would've seen Dick's face becoming thinner and more handsome, which Dick had always been were it not for all those jelly donuts that would never affect him again since his system now would properly process anything he ate, no matter how bad it was for him, and not gain a single ounce of fat.
Dick took another deep breath, sat up on his seat and stretched out his massive torso and flexed his big guns, almost tearing his uniform apart.
"Yeah, I could," Dick boomed. "Now, shut the fuck up Biggermen, and let's eat. I'm hungry."
Three 'Blue Plate Specials' and a pot of coffee later, the three big cops headed out of the diner.
"Time for Latamoore and me to get back to work," Tony said.
"You guys go ahead. I'll just need to wash up some." Max gave Tony a swat on the ass before heading off to the bathroom.
Once inside, he stepped into one of the booths and unzipped his pants. Even he was surprised at what he found underneath. Unbeknownst to Max, Brian this morning saw fit to change Max's boxers into form-fitting pair of black Speedos with a pouch that Max completely filled while the seat had minimum coverage.
He thought, Waitaminute, I never wear... Max stopped and blinked. I never wear my black Speedos on a Saturday. Oh well, good thing I have another one I can use when I go the beach tomorrow.
Max was hypnotized by the size of his snake that stretching out his Speedos and was just about to take it out of its cage when his personal cell phone began to ring. The caller ID said the call was from Latamoore."
"What's up, Dick?" Max greeted.
"Hey Biggermen, we were on our way back to the stakeout when we got a call about your buddy, 'Uncle' Rufus going all nutso again. Could you go out to his place and calm him down? He's been a pain in the ass since his dog got run over. He says that he'll only talk to you."
"Sure thing, Dick. I'm on my way."
Thirty minutes later Max arrived at a rundown travel trailer. An eclectic assortment of ornaments decorated the yard. Under a big oak tree sat a seventy-year-old, five-foot-five tall man on a rocker who looked more like he was off his rocker. In his lap was set a double-barreled shotgun.
When the old man heard someone coming his way, he raised the gun in Max's direction. "You bess be turnin' around less you wanna belly full of buckshot, young'un."
Max stopped in his tracks and said, "Now you put that shotgun away Rufus. It's me, Max."
"You don't sound like Max." Rufus still had his shotgun trained on Max. "Come closer boy. These eyes ain't as good as they use to be."
Max approached the old man with caution. The closer Max got to Rufus, the higher the shotgun got to Max's midsection.
"That's close e-nuff, young'un." Rufus squinted a bit for a few seconds then a big smile appeared on his face. "Max, there you are. I thought you'd oughta look older and much fatter."
"Don't know what you're talkin' about. I've never been a fat a day in my life," Max said. "What's up, old man? Feelin' lonely again?"
"It ain't been the same since I retired from the police department, and I miss the hunting trips we used to take together."
"Rufus, you've been more than a father to me than my own father, but I can't stay here in the woods all my life."
"But you still know how to find your way back home," Rufus said as he put away his gun, picked up the gallon jug off the ground and poured some of its contents into a tin cup. "Care to wet your whistle?"
"Now you know that I can't be drinkin' moonshine while on duty."
"It ain't moonshine, it's just iced tea, boy." Max got the cup from Rufus and took a drink. Halfway through the cup, Max started to choke. "But I didn't use water. HAW! HAW! HAW!"
Max, still coughing, handed the cup back to Rufus. "You're trying to kill me."
"Nah, just trying to have some fun with ya." Rufus retrieved the cup from Max and finished off the remaining "iced tea" by downing it one gulp.
Max sighed and smiled. He had known Rufus since Max stayed in juvie for a few months as a teen. Somehow the two hit it off and became friends. Rufus taught Max things that Max's own father never taught him. He taught Max how to hunt, how to drive, and how to drink (but not how to drink and drive). With a 30-year age difference between them, Rufus became a sort of unofficial uncle to the young teen and groomed him into becoming a police officer.
Then Max started getting confused. He thought to himself, Hey I was never a juvenile delinquent since I spent all my free time in high school bodybuilding, and I wanted to become a cop all on my own in college. And if Rufus was his 70s, and I'm now in my mid-20s, when exactly did we first meet? Where did the fifteen years go?
"Hey young'un, care to arm wrestle?" Rufus challenged Max. Max's train of thought was totally derailed as he watched Rufus put his elbow on the nearby table.
"You're on old man, and don't think I'm gonna take it easy on ya just cause you're falling apart." Max set his elbow down and grabbed Rufus' hand.
The two went at it for a few minutes. Rufus was using all his might to push Max's hand down. Max, on the other hand, wasn't even trying.
"Ya know, ya ain't gonna win without more muscle," Max said.
The muscles in Rufus' arm began to ache as they slowly began to swell. With every passing second, the arm got bigger, and the bigger his arm got, the harder Rufus pushed, and Max was surprised at feeling some pressure building in his bicep.
Max was finding it more difficult to resist Rufus' assault, and so Max pushed back harder. The harder Max pushed, the faster Rufus' muscles continued to grow. All the muscles swelled stretching the loose skin taut again.
Max grit his teeth. "Oh so, there's some fight in you left, old man. You gotta be a lot younger than that to take me down."
A warm feeling came over Rufus, a wave of energy flowed through his body. He began to see things more clearly in the surrounding area. His hair started to get darker and thicker. The wrinkles of age seemed to be getting less visible as his skin continued to get tighter. In just the last few seconds, Rufus had regressed 10 years.
The years continued to melt away bringing Rufus back to his early fifties then his forties down to his thirties. His spine no longer slumped forward but straightened into a stronger and wider back that tightly stretched out his flannel shirt. His chest pushed the front of the shirt further out. The top button popped off as Rufus' pecs got bigger and thicker. The top of the shirt parted exposing the cleavage between his huge hairy pecs.
Although Rufus had gained a substantial amount of muscle mass, he didn't gain any height. At five foot five, Rufus was just about half as wide as he was tall. He only came up to Max's chest in height, but he was just as wide.
Max was having a hard time keeping the match at a stalemate. He forgot about winning and was having a harder time keeping his eyes of Rufus' face. Why hadn't he noticed it before, but Rufus was damn good looking. His mustache and goatee framed those gorgeous lips, that cute button nose and those deep green eyes. Rufus was the best looking redheaded redneck in the county.
As his bicep got pumped from all the effort he was exerting, Max's cock began getting pumped up with arousal. Max reached over with his free hand and pulled Rufus' head closer and closer until he was close enough to smell his breath. Then all of a sudden, Max gave Rufus a full blown kiss on the lips.
Rufus did resist at first but then released his hand from Max's and placed it behind his friend's back. He stood up, flipped the table over and got on Max's lap so he could give back as much as he got. The way Max's stubble scratched against Rufus' goatee just got them hornier for each other. The arm wrestling match turned into a kissing match.
Sitting in the middle of the yard were two muscle men deep in the middle of an oral exchange. The smaller one sat on the lap of the bigger one like a ventriloquist's dummy. Max didn't have his hand up the "dummy's" back but down the front of his tight blue jeans. The jeans that Rufus wore had started out loose this morning were now form fitting. Their seams were close to splitting but held together by some miracle. The bulge in the front was as big as Max's hand.
Rufus climbed off from Max's lap and pried opened up Max's legs. Without even looking, he undid Max's pants, pulled out Max's cock from inside the Speedos and started stroking it until it was fully hard. Even though Rufus could never fully get his hand around Max's dick, Rufus could always get it all the way down his throat. With practiced efficiency, Rufus worked his way down the veiny shaft until his nose was buried in Max's pubes.
Max sighed and smiled. He had known Rufus since Max joined the police force four years ago. Immediately, the two hit it off and became friends. Rufus taught Max things that Max's father would never have taught him. He taught Max how to hunt for hot (and sometimes even straight) guys at bars, how to drive them crazy with his big body, and how to out-drink them all. With a 5-year age difference between them, Rufus became a sort of big brother (despite being 14" shorter in height) to the then-rookie and groomed him into becoming a polished seducer.
Then Max felt his balls tighten in his Speedos and gasped aloud, "F-fuck... here it comes," to which Rufus responded by tightening his throat that caused Max immediately to lose his load.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Max bellowed, shooting wave after wave of white cream down his friend's eager gullet, and when his orgasm subsided, he continued pumping his cock in and out Rufus' mouth that was overloaded with jiz. Max looked down between his legs at his friend still expertly sucking his 13-inch cock and drawing out more pleasure than he thought was possible. He couldn't believe much Rufus had improved. The long 'training' sessions they'd shared had paid off.
Finally, Max's erection died down and when Rufus stood up, Max saw that the redhead's pants was soaked in cum from the inside. The two laughed.
"Is this what you had in mind when you called me out here, old man?" Max asked Rufus. Max never let up calling his friend "old man".
"You know how I miss our little wrestling matches we had at the station before I had to quit to take over the family business."
"I miss 'em too, Sergeant, sir!" replied Max. "Almost as much as our 'hunting' trips."
"When are we going to go 'hunting' again Max?"
"I've got plans the rest of the weekend." Max said in between kisses. "How about next weekend?"
"It's a date. Don't forget your gear. The workout pit at the beach is no place for cycle booths and sidearms."
To be continued