The Sorcerer's New Apprentice 12: The Rebirth of Max Biggermen (ar ap mc musc)
by Alyn Roze
Note: This is an updated version of the one in the Max Biggermen series
A lone figure was standing behind a tree along State Road 98. The four cups of coffee that he consumed early in the morning were taking their toll on the officer’s bladder, and he was none too keen on leaving his spot.
Sergeant Maxwell Biggermen had parked his motorcycle along this section of the road because of its location. The state of Florida had mandated years ago that all billboards, along all roadways, had to be a certain height, a certain size and a certain distance off the ground. This left very few places for the police to monitor traffic conditions, but this particular stretch had a few miles of straight road followed by blind curve that unsuspecting drivers didn’t know about.
The county police officer had used this spot before to “advise” motorists that driving doesn’t have to be a costly endeavor, but since there hadn’t there hadn’t been more than a half dozen cars that passed by all morning, he was took this opportunity to relieve himself. He was quietly humming to himself when he heard his police radio crackling.
“Motor four one from Base, Motor four one from Base, Maxwell are you there?”
Reaching up to mic attached to the shoulder strap on his shirt, he activated the walkie-talkie. “I’m right here, my southern belle. You always seem to know when my hands are full. Are you callin’ to accept my offer to go out with me tonight?”
On the other end of the radio, back at the station, was 40-year-old police women Mabel D’Angelo. Her seductive voice would make any hot-blooded male swoon, and Maxwell wasn’t any different. Maxwell had been trying for months to get her to go out with him, but each invitation was turned down.
“Keep dreamin’ Romeo. Now put it back in your pants and listen up. The Mayor was lookin” over the books and noticed that revenues are down. He wants all of you boys to write more tickets. We haven’t met the ticket quota for the month.”
“Mabel, you know since the state put in the new bypass the pickin’s have been slim. The tourists taint been drivin’ through.”
“Maxwell, change some road signs or put up the detour again. You bess be doin’ some writin’ or you’re going be the new school crossing guard.”
Sergeant Maxwell released the button on the radio mic, tucking himself back into his pants and zips up. “The Mayor must be remodeling his house again,” he muttered.
Maxwell was about set up a speed trap when a SUV went speeding by. “Well whad-da-ya know, there’s my next ticket. Let’s see how big I can make it.”
Little did the cop know that his life was about to change … big-time.
Inside the unsuspecting SUV were Jason, the driver, and his brother Brian.
“Jason! You’re supposed to turn right on 19 and we just passed! It says so on the map right here!” Brian said to his brother.
They, along with their cousin David and his friend Quinn, were headed down to the beach for a day of relaxation. They were running a bit late, and Jason had somehow missed the turn off to the beach.
“Okay, let me turn around,” Jason sighed.
“Well, hurry up! We’re wasting time driving around these little hick towns,” David said.
“I can’t!” Jason replied. “The speed limit in this town is 30! If I drive any faster we might get ...”
Suddenly, a sound of a blaring siren came from behind their SUV.
Jason burst out, “Oh shit ... A motorcycle cop right behind us ...” He then pulled over and turned off the engine.
Officer Biggermen parked his motorcycle behind the SUV and got off. He walked up to the SUV so he could address the driver who was looking through the open window.
“Is there a problem, officer?” Jason asked him, with an innocent look on his face.
The officer took off his mirrored glasses and hung them on the outside of his shirt pocket. He knew all the tricks to intimidate his victims.
“Boy!” he said in a deep southern accent, “You must be one of those Yankees “cause I know ya aint from around these parts, cumin’ down in your fancy S-U-V and speedin’ through town. Well, speedin’ aint tolerated in my town ...”
“I’m sorry, officer. We’re on the way to the beach, and we lost our way...” Jason explained.
“You bess be getting’ out of the car and quit sassin’ me. Now every one of ya get up here and put your hands on the hood.” The officer ordered the foursome got out of the vehicle. “Your trip through our little town here is gonna to cost ya a $75 fine right now or a day in jail, your choice.”
The situation was getting out of hand and Brian had just about enough of this motorcycle cop. They were not breaking any traffic laws. As Officer Biggermen moved behind the group, Brian commanded. “FREEZE!”
Suddenly, Officer Biggermen felt a tingling feeling through his entire body and he was unable to move a muscle except for his mouth.
“Hey... what... what’s going on?” He was able blurted out. He could only see the young man that walked into his field of vision. “What the hell? I cain’t move my body!”
Brian stepped closer towards the officer and looked at his badge. “Well, Sergeant Maxwell Biggermen, you will not be able to move from that spot until I say so. I’m going to teach you a lesson on how to treat tourist right in your little hick town.”
“Teach me?” Maxwell asked. That was when he noticed his tight uniform starting to fit a little less tight. His boots were feeling bigger and wider on his feet. He was getting smaller! If he could have looked in a mirror he would have noticed that he not only was he getting smaller but younger as well. He was about 30 years old now and was slowly becoming younger and younger.
“How are you doing this to me?” Officer Biggermen pleaded. “What the hell are you?”
“I am the person with the power to change anything, including this town’s meanest and fattest motorcycle cop!” Brian replied. “I can make you a few years younger or I can make you into a teen-aged boy…”
Maxwell continued to regress, with his uniform now fitting him many sizes too big. He was now in his early twenties and apparently was not much thinner in his youth. He was in so much shock that all he could do is just stood there in horror as his body continued to shrink.
“How about I send you back to high school?” Brian continued.
Maxwell was now about 18, as his facial hair started to disappear. He lost inches from his height and muscle, and his face became slightly thinner.
“Or I can also send you back to middle school.”
Maxwell now regressed even further, slowly shrinking into an adolescent, still a little over-weight and short, with his large uniform sitting on him like a huge robe. His sleeves were just too long his short arms. His much shorter legs were not long enough for his slacks as they gathered at his feet.
“Or, how about I send you back to grade school?” Brian laughed.
Maxwell had become a teen in a few minutes and was now he was a sixth-grader, small and pudgy, with big blue eyes and an innocent look on his face. He lost all the hair on his arms and legs and on his armpits.
“And now… a little baby…” Brian chuckled.
Maxwell regressed into a baby. His face became rounder as the baby fat set in, and his hands and feet shrunk even further. His now baby legs could no longer hold him up. Brian released his invisible hold on the baby Maxwell. His body wobbled a bit before falling back on his bottom. He was almost completely covered by his helmet and the big, black uniform.
Brian reached down and took the helmet off of the baby and put it on the ground. He smiled as the little baby Maxwell started to cry softly. “Guess he’s learned his lesson.”
“What are you going to do to him now, Brian?” asked Jason. “You can’t leave him as a baby despite what he’s done to us. This town needs its cops.”
For a moments Brian contemplated what Jason had said. He could do anything to the policeman; he could turn him into anything. Brian decided Jason was right.
Brian turned to Maxwell and said, “All right time to grow but this time we are going to improve a few things. When we first met you looked like you were very over-weight and miserable. If I was to change your body into something more desirable maybe you attitude towards the tourist will be better.”
Brian raised his hands together, palm to palm upward and outward, as the baby Maxwell started to change once again, progressing this time. His face started to grow a little longer as his hands and feet grew bigger. As he changed from being a toddler to a young boy, he was able to stand up on his own, but the police uniform still hung off him like a tent. His arms and legs grew longer, and his torso expanded, as he became a pre-teen once again.
The changes became quicker and more dramatic as he passed through puberty. Testosterone pumped into his system resulting in hair growing on his arms and legs. Muscles along with other body parts increased in size. The police uniform re-formed along with teen Maxwell’s body and started to fit better than it did before. He was bigger and taller than he was the first time he was an adolescent, and when the growth stopped, it left him looking like a senior in high school rather than a fifteen-year-old teenager.
“Now, are you going to waive the stupid speeding ticket,” Brian said to the teen-aged Maxwell, “Or should I change you back into a baby?”
Maxwell shook his head out of fear and in an adolescent voice. “Please don’t change me back into a baby. I kinda like havin” this thinner body you’ve given me. I aint felt this good in years.”
Brian picked up Maxwell’s helmet and handed it back to him. “Good, let us go, and you can keep your new body I gave you. Just to let you know that there are no hard feelings, I will let you decide when your body will stop growing and how you want to lead your life from now on. Open your mind, and let me see what it is you really want.”
Maxwell closed his eyes and went into Zen-like trance. The most recent memory was that of wrestling match that Maxwell had seen on TV the night before. He didn’t want to admit it but he liked watching those big muscular guys knocking the crap out of each other.
Maxwell aged back to adulthood right before the four younger guys. The rest of him grew slowly, filling in the ever-expanding police uniform, which Brian made stretchable to accommodate the increase in muscle mass in the officer’s arms, legs, pecs, delts and butt. The long pants became thigh-high shorts showing off his massive quads. As his hormones went on overdrive, hair continued to thicken and spread all over his body, and his face hardened to a handsome hunk’s, with a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow and a strong cleft chin. To top it off, his genitals bulged in size and potential until his cock would now be bigger flaccid than when it was hard and erect before on his old body.
At the same time, Maxwell’s memories began adjust itself to go along with his new big and buffed physique, memories of how he joined the high school bodybuilding team as a sophomore, which paved the way to his participating and winning in competitions. When he got to college, he realized how much he wanted to become a cop and did so as soon as he graduated. Maxwell also began “remembering” how he used to enjoy the company of both girls and boys, especially his teammates, who could never get enough of his inexhaustible 13-incher that earned him his nickname, “Max”.
In his previous life, Max hated himself for even thinking about how good some of his male classmates looked in their clothes. But this time around, Max took pride in how easily he got those guys, and the guys he now worked with, out of their clothing. A small smirk came to his face as those new memories excited him and brought his cock to life. It grew and thickened in his pants as he zeroed in on one such memory of when he was 15 years old and trying out for the wrestling team in high school.
Max, in this life, had always been big for his age, big everywhere in fact, especially where it counted. The wrestling singlet that team had to wear made Max’s crotch look even bigger, and this didn’t escape the attention of one of his teammates. Abel Mann, a senior, became very keen in personally helping the sophomore out. Max recalled the many afternoons they spent together, in particular the one when he learned firsthand how wonderful another man could make him feel. They were alone in weight room, and Abel was shaving Max’s body for the younger teen’s first contest. One thing lead to another, and before Max knew what was happening, he had his then 10-inch cane driving in and out Abel’s throat.
Everything about the event felt so real to Max. It was as if he was experiencing it for the first time, and he really was, with the synapses in his brain firing off to form the memory. In his mind he replayed the blow job in succulent detail, how hot and wet Abel’s mouth was, how hard and thick his dick was, and how badly he needed to cum. The sensations sent his throbbing erection shuddering, and Max frozen with pleasure, could not take matters into his own hands. He could only groan in frustration, but fortunately he didn’t have to suffer for long. The very moment he remembered shooting his teenage load down Abel’s throat, he began to shoot inside his pants, completely drenching the material. It was literally the best orgasm he’d had in his life as of yet, and he hadn’t even touched himself.
When it was all done, Max was a twenty-five-year old, six-foot-seven, two hundred and ninety-five pounds adult bodybuilder dressed in a skintight police uniform with a huge cum-soaked spot around the crotch area.
Quinn, David and Jason stood by in awe as Max went though his transformation. Before them stood the biggest motorcycle officer they had ever seen. They commented on Brian’s latest creation.
“OH MAN! Look how big he is now.”
“It sure looks like he enjoys his new body... a lot.”
“That has one of your best works yet, Brian.”
“That must have been some kind of wet dream he had,” Brian said looking at Max’s crotch. “Enough changes for now to making them permanent. ... Officer Max, You will not remember anything that has happened here in the last thirty minutes. You will think that being this big is normal, and that you’ve always been muscular. You will want to show off your body every chance you get. Your favorite places to show off your body are at the beach and the gym. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir,” Max replied in a deep rumbling monotone.
Brian continued, “Your friends and colleagues will not notice a change in your body. When they see you, their memories and reality will adjust accordingly. Just for the fun of it, any of your fellow officers you come in physical contact with will change into perfect male bodybuilding police officers. The memories and bodies of those who see these men will also change. Since we can’t have half-naked policemen popping up all over the county, the clothes that the transformed officers are wearing will change to fit their new bodies. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Very good, when I snap my fingers, your uniform will be dry and you will act like nothing unusual has happened.”
“SNAP!”
Max blinked his eyes a couple of times, and for a moment he thought he remembered something, but it quickly became a fleeting memory. He looked down and wondered why four sheepish collage guys were standing in front of him when one of them said, “We’re very sorry for speeding, Officer Biggermen. We won’t do it anymore.”
Not realizing what they were so contrite for, the officer laughed and said in a big, gruff, masculine voice, “Very well, I’m gonna give ya a warnin’ this time. Next time I catch ya speedin’ it will cost ya a hefty fine.” He turned his now larger body around and walked back to his motorcycle with a gait only those with gigantic thighs could do, and started the engine as he got on. As he rode off down the road Max thought to himself. “I need to get a bigger bike. This one’s getting’ too small.”
“Wow… That was close…” Jason breathed out a big sigh of relief.
“Now, Highway 19 to the beach!” Brian said, as they all jumped back in the SUV. “I think the police force in this town is about to get a whole lot bigger. Remind me to check in him later.”
All the guys started to laugh as they rode off to enjoy the morning at the beach.