The Sorcerer's New Apprentice 13: C.O.P.S. (mc musc)
by Alyn Roze
Note: This is an updated version of the one in the Max Biggermen series
The open road beckoned Sergeant Max to forget it all and just ride. He had 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 another spot along Interstate 98 where the pickings were always 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 taking a short break from ticket writing. At first they thought a new cop was approaching them, someone they haven’t met before. The body of the helmeted officer was magnificent. The uniform he wore was skin tight. The shirt had the two top buttons unfastened exposing the top his pecs. The sleeves rode high on top of his biceps. The bulge in his shorts left nothing to the imagination of what was underneath. Once Max took off his helmet, they immediately recognized him. How could they have not known the only bodybuilder police officer in their precinct?
Max smiled at his two friends as he give them each the once over. The radar guy today was thirty-year-old Anthony Le’Tel. His friends called him ‘Little’ Tony, a nickname he hated but tolerated. He was only five foot two while the rest of his whole family was 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 much to his chagrin so was his dick,). For his height of six foot three 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 in the road while Tony returned to the overpass. The three of them caught a couple dozen speeders that morning. A tally that was sure to fill the county’s coffers. The morning rush hour traffic dwindled down to a trickle. By ten-o-clock, word had gotten out that there was a radar trap at their exit and all the drivers started behaving, and so the trio decided it was time for their mid morning coffee break. They headed for a nearby truck stop diner for a late breakfast.
They were in such a hurry to get to the beach that none of them had thought to check on beach conditions. The two hour drive to a beach, that none of them had been to before, was now a big disappointment. The beach was close due to a Red Tide in the area. The ocean borne abnormality had closed all area beaches and now they had to decide how they going to spend their day. Instead of just driving around in a random direction they decided to go to a road side diner they had passed earlier that morning.
“What are we going to do now?” inquired Quinn. “All the beaches are closed today and we’ve seen all the latest movies.”
“I don’t know about you but I’m going to finish my breakfast.” Brian said.
The guys were so into their argument that they didn’t see Officers Biggermen, Latamoore and Le’Tel walk into the dinner.
Before the police officers walked in the diner was a buzz of noise from the consumption of food by various patrons. That is until one by one they noticed the new arrivals. Everyone was now quietly eating their meals except for a group of teenagers sitting in a corner booth.
A family of four sat in the booth behind Brian and Jason. The six-year-old of the family would not sit still for anything. His constant movement caused the connected bench seat to buck wildly. The movement was enough for Brian to lose what ever happened to be on his fork at the time. Brian was tempted on several occasions to magically control the young boy but decided to stay impartial. Not everything needed to be controlled by magic. Than all of a sudden the movement behind him was gone. Curious on why the young boy was sitting so still Brian turned around to investigate. There on the opposite side of the dinner were three police officers sitting at the counter.
“Hey guys look who sitting at the counter.” Brian motioned to over his shoulder. “It’s Officer Biggermen.”
“Did he see us when he walked in?”
“I don’t think so. Just keep quiet and he won’t notice us.”
“Yeah sit back and be quite. I don’t what to be noticed either.”
Max, Tony and Dick had each taken a seat 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 than normal. 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 hand. Ordinarily, Tony would have pulled his hand away. Having another man holding his hand would have 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, surprisingly Tony didn’t feel a surge of energy going through his body.
The Tony’s 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 into a two hundred and fifty pound muscle man.”
Tony’s body began to fill out. Small limbs thickened into solid branches of muscle, and the sleeves of his shirt were being stretched to their maximum. His legs tripled in girth his pants 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. Tony shifted in his seat, feeling uncomfortable at the tightness in his underwear. 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 buttons 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 brown 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 a tailor made uniform that hugs your body and shows off those long hours spent in the gym,” Max said looking at his friend Officer Anthony Le’Tel who wasn’t so little anymore.
Tony’s shirt reformed around his larger chest. The sleeves of his shirt were forced up higher on his larger arms. His pants had been near their breaking point by his now larger legs but they held together. If Brian and the guys could have seen what was going on below the counter they would have seen the newly officer’s pants start to transform. Just like Max’s the hem on Tony’s pants rose higher until it stopped halfway up his thighs. The bulge in his tight shorts was forced up and out by his huge thighs. The second newly enhanced officer was now clad in a uniform similar to that of his best friend Max.
Across the diner the four teens watched the latest transformation unfold.
“What the hell have we done?”
“That guy is almost as big as Officer Biggermen.”
“We have given the police a fighting chance crime. So what if the police force turns a little gay, it can’t be any worse than the homophobic good ole boys we had before. Now let’s see what happens to the other guy.”
“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 is little dickey doing these days?”
“You both know that I have E D.” Dick said quietly, embarrassed.
“E. D.? 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 big 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 boxer shorts 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, she says that I’m too big for her.” He proudly bragged. Then with a smirk on his face he says. “That’s why I have my special friends
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” Tony said patting Dick on the stomach.
“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. Although he didn’t lose nor gain any weight as every ounce was converted into lean muscle. His arms and legs tightened, and his ass condensed into booty of steel. Years of physical neglect were reversed as his arteries and veins were unclogged, and his laboring heart began beating slower and more efficiently. His body fat percentage dropped from the high 40s down the single digits. He wasn’t just big he was ripped.
Brian and the guys sat in a corner booth and watched what was happening at the counter. They could see the third officer’s body first quivering like jell-o and then hardening into rock inside the uniform that molded itself snugly around third officer. They could see his face became thinner and more angular.
Dick had always been good looking but now all those jelly donuts would never affect him again. Thanks to Max’s muscle touch his system can now properly process anything he ate. No matter how bad it was for him, he would not gain a single ounce of fat.
Dick took another deep breath, puffed out his massive torso and flexed his big guns, almost tearing his uniform apart.
“Yeah, why shouldn’t I want to show it off,” Dick sat up straighter in his seat his voice boomed. “Now, shut the fuck up Biggermen, and let’s eat. I’m hungry.”
After consuming three Blue Plate Specials, a large pot of coffee and the three big the buff officers were ready to head out the door.
“Wow Brian from this angle all three of them look as big as Officer Biggermen. Can you have them give us a show so we can see what they look like now?”
“Let me see what I can do.” Brian concentrated on the threesome and set them each the same subliminal message. “Gentlemen you will not be able to move until I say so. Now let my friends and I see what you look like now.”
As if by remote control Officers Biggermen, Latamoore and Le’Tel stood up at the same time. The full frontal view was nothing less than amazing. Brian had them doing one pose after another like they were a pose down. They continued talking to each other as if nothing was wrong. Max was now standing on Dick’s left while “little” Tony was on his right...
The people in the diner were in awe at what they saw. Some of the men were jealous on how blatantly the three officers were showing their most outstanding attributes in their stuffed shorts. The mothers in the diner covered the eyes of their children at the obscene posing.
Jason’s attention was diverted from the overly muscular by a gasp from the booth behind him. He leans closer to Brian and said. “Oh ... ah brother we might have a problem?”
Still looking at the pose down going on before him Brian answers. “I don’t see a problem.”
Jason grabs the top of his brother’s head and turns it to the middle of the diner. “I think we have witnesses this time.”
“Holy crap, I forgot about what the non law enforcement people that might see during the transformations” Brian said as he slaps his own forehead. “Now to borrow from the vernacular of our fine police force, everyone freeze!”
At that very moment everyone in the diner stopped moving. Max Tony and Dick had stopped in mid pose. Their rock hard bodies were very close to bursting out of their clothing.
“Ok guys I’m open for suggestions. How should I correct this situation?” Brian asked his friends. He had not yet seen the full extent of his last command. When he didn’t get an answer he turned to his friends. His three friends were as motionless as the rest of the diner.
“Damn it I did it again … Jason, Quinn and David un-freeze.
“... And if we don’t do something right away ... it ... could ... Oh? You already did ... Did you get us too?”
“Fraid so Jason.”
“Can you make everyone forget what they just saw?”
“I haven’t tried to do it to a group this big before but here goes. Everyone here in this diner will not think that what our friends here are not doing anything out of the ordinary. On the count of three when I snap my fingers this diner will now be very popular with all the area gyms. One ... two ... three ... SNAP!”
When Brian snapped his fingers there was a momentary flash of light and reality in the diner had changed. The Chrome and Formica decor was replaced with glass and stainless steel. All the patrons were now dressed in fitness attire. The guys were dressed in tight fitting micro fiber shirts that showed their new muscle mass. The women were dressed in a similar form fitting aerobic outfits that showed off their voluminous bust line. Even the children in the diner were miniature copies of their parents. The boys were dressed in tight shirts like their fathers and the girls, in form fitting tops, were dressed like their mothers but without the bust line. Each girl and boy was way bigger than the average children their age.
“Wow Brian you are one over achiever.” One of the guys said. “You made everyone into a fitness fanatic.”
“It’s not what I had in mind but at least they won’t pay attention to the transformations that just happened.” Brian said as he looked about the room. “Now everyone will now wake up and think that nothing is different.”
While Jason, Quinn and David were arguing the social ramifications of Brian’s transformation of the diner the three policemen were about to leave the diner.
“It’s time for Latamoore and me to get back to the interstate.” Tony said. “Are we still on for gym this afternoon?”
“I will meet you two hunks there after the morning shift. I’ll just need to take care of a few things before then.” Max gave Tony a swat on the ass before heading off to the men’s room.
Once inside, he stepped into one of the booths and unzipped his pants. Even he was surprised at what he found underneath. Un-be known to Max, Brian saw fit this morning 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, “Wait-a-minute, I never wear ...” Max stopped and blinked. “… I never wear my black Speedos on a weekday. Oh well, good thing I have another one I can use when I go the beach for my day off.”
Max was hypnotized by the size of his snake as it stretched out his Speedos. He 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, you must have left your radio on your ride again. We were on our way back to the stakeout when we got a call about your buddy, “Uncle” Rufus going all nut-so again. He says that he’ll only talk to you. He’s been a pain in the ass since his dog got run over. The Sheriff wants you go out and calm him down?”
“Sure thing, Dick, I’m on my way.”
A drive down dusty country roads had Max arriving at a rundown travel trailer thirty minutes later. An eclectic assortment of lawn ornaments decorated the yard. Under a big oak tree sat a five-foot-five man. The seventy-year-old looked more like he was off his rocker than in it. In his lap was sat a double-barreled shotgun.
His eyesight wasn’t the greatest these days but his hearing was excellent. Uncle Rufus heard the motorcycle pull into his front yard. He could only see a few feet in front of him. Everything else was a fuzzy blur. When the old man saw a fuzzy blur coming his way, he raised the gun in direction of the blur. “You bess be turnin’ around less you wanna belly full of buckshot, youngn’.”
Max stopped in his tracks and said, “Now you put that shotgun away old man. It’s me, Max.”
“You don’t sound like Max.” Rufus still had his shotgun trained on Max. “Walk a little 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, youngn.” Rufus squinted a bit for a few seconds then a big smile appeared on his face. “Max, there you are. I thought you ought to ta be lookin 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 aint’ 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 cain’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 down his gun and picked up the gallon jug that sat beside it on the ground. He poured some of its contents into a tin cup before offering it to Max. “Care to wet your whistle?”
“Now you know that I cain’t be drinkin’ no moonshine while on duty.”
“It’s just iced tea, boy.” Rufus said handing the cup to Max. Max accepted the cup and took a drink. Halfway through the cup he started to choke. “But I didn’t say I used water. HAW! HAW! HAW!”
Max, still coughing, handed the cup back to Rufus. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Nah, just have’n some fun with ya son. You seem to have lost your taste for shine youngn.” Rufus retrieved the cup from Max and finished off the remaining iced tea, downing it one gulp.
Max just stood there 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 is his 70s, and I’m in my mid-20s, when exactly did we first meet? Where did those fifteen years go?”
“Hey youngn’, 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’s 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 aint gonna win without more muscle.” Max said
The muscles in Rufus’s 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, Max was surprised at feeling some pressure building in his bicep. He was finding it more difficult to resist Rufus’s assault, and so Max pushed back harder. The harder Max pushed, the faster Rufus’s muscles continued to grow. All the muscles swelled stretching the loose skin taut again.
Max grits 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 ten 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’s 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 off of Rufus’s face. Why hadn’t he noticed it before, but Rufus was damn good looking. His 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’s 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 almost fighting off Max’s advances but then relinquishing. He stood up, flipped the table out of the way and got on Max’s lap so he could give back as much as he got. He took his own hand and placed it behind his friend’s back. The way Max’s stubble scratched against Rufus’s 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 his friend’s legs. Without even looking, he undid Max’s pants, pulled out the 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, he could always get it all the way down his throat. With practiced efficiency, Rufus worked his way down the vein shaft until his nose was buried in Max’s pubes.
Max sighed and smiled. The two guys had known each other 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 five-year age difference between them, Rufus became a sort of big brother (despite being fourteen inches 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. When his orgasm had subsided, he continued pumping his cock in and out Rufus’s mouth that was still overloaded with jiz. Max looked down between his legs at his friend still expertly sucking his 13-inch cock. Rufus was 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 were 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 don’t know how I missed 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 had gotten the long weekend off but that ass of a Sheriff wants me to train his nephew Friday.” 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 boots and side arms.”