Officer Colson Part 03

Officer Colson was still standing there a bit confused as he watched Andrew so casually on the desk. The 18 year old was clearly into the officer and couldn’t help but stare at his muscular body. Officer Colson tried to move but suddenly he realized just how tight his uniform felt. The last few weeks it seemed to just keep shrinking but right now it felt like it was strangling him. That just even moving was causing the seams to strain against his expansive body.

“I guess explanations are in order,” Andrew started off, “but not here. I can’t be seen here.”

“What?!” Colson questioned. “I can see you here right now!”

“Ehh… but no one else can. That little demon form of yours is really good at turning off the cameras. So I just need you to meet me somewhere else. I’ll be at Joe’s Pizza Shack for the next hour. Meet me there,” Andrew said. He seemed to slink away with an odd amount of confidence for someone so small. Colson shook his head trying to get a grip of himself. He’d never really thought that way before. But right now he was sizing himself up against such a guy. He shook his head again feeling his uniform start to fit him a bit more comfortably. It was still small but not nearly as bad. He buttoned the button that undid itself and tightened his belt.

Lieutenant McMahon and the other two officers came back in the station. “That damned Peterson. Can’t control his fucking animals. Had to chase a pig a God damn near mile… Fuck…” He was out of breath. Clearly the Lieutenant hadn’t had to work this hard in a long time. He’d gotten himself used to his desk. The large protruding belly made that all the more evident. “Maybe I should have had you gone,” McMahon joked. “But you could have hogged tied it nice and quick.”

“Yeah…” Colson said still thinking about Andrew. “Anyways my shift is over. Mind if I head home?”

McMahon leaned forward. “You got a date Colson?” a grin crossed his face as Colson didn’t answer. “Hot diggity! Colson’s finally got himself a date! Yee haw boys! You gonna get lucky tonight boy?”

Colson still wasn’t used to all the jeers he was getting. It’s not like he was celibate. He’d dated plenty of girls in high school. It’s not like he didn’t know what the inside of a vagina felt like, just didn’t like it all that much. And in a smaller town like this, that usually wasn’t a very good answer either. “You know it,” he lied.

“AAASWEEET!” McMahon got up from his chair. “Then that means you gotta bring ‘er over fer dinner. I’ll make sure the missus makes the best cherry pie. Just to help her get some ideas.” Colson grimaced inside at the strange innuendo his boss had just given him. He kept a smile on his face but couldn’t help but feel a bit taken aback by it.

“Sure thing,” Colson cringed. “But gotta make sure it’ll last more than just a night…”

“That’s right!” McMahon slapped Colson on the back making a loud hallow sound. “You’d best not be late. Get a shower and do up yer hair. Make sure you put some cologne on too. Drives them wild.” The lieutenant’s hand then went down to Colson’s ass to give it a slap. It lingered for a second and then hit him nice and hard. Colson jumped at the impact. “Thata boy! Go get ‘im!”

Colson shook his head as he went to the police station locker room. The only change of clothes he had was his gym clothes. “At least they don’t smell…” he rolled his eyes as he gave them a sniff. “What am I saying?” he laughed. “This isn’t a date or anything.” He threw the navy blue shirt over his head and pulled up the dark blue shorts with yellow strip up. His eyes drifted over to the mirror. “Kid probably like this more,” he smiled as he saw the fabric mold around his chest. His nipples hardened at the thought, poking hard through the tight stretchy fabric. “Shit,” he cursed trying to cover them up. He flexed his arms trying to get the blood to travel to a different part of his body but it didn’t seem to help.

He just tried to ignore it as he headed back to his pickup truck in the back of the building. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the old grimy pizza joint. Colson was a bit surprised that anyone would really want to go there. But it was so old and unkempt that was probably the reason why. It was always meant to just be a take-out pizza joint but at some point the owner decided to shove several outdoor metal framed tables into the buildings with the same cheap chairs that never seemed to be level. The uneven floor could have been just as much to blame for the way they rocked back and forth.

From a distance, Colson could see the old front lit sign. It was the only store still open in the small strip mall. All the others had closed down due to lack of business. He sighed as he thought about what he was about to eat. “So many wasted calories…” he told himself, slapping his abs. “Oh well…” The bell jingled as he opened the door.

Despite being only two steps away, Andrew still felt the need to wave him down. “Hey. Over here,” he called out as he set down the menu. “I didn’t know what kind of pizza you liked so I didn’t order yet… I like pineapple and chicken. What about you?”

Colson stared him down. “You can get that on your half… I’ll just have sausage…”

“What are ya havin?” a voice grunted at them. Colson looked up at the waiter as he pushed their menus out of his say so he could put the ‘silverware’ on the table. It felt cheaper and easier to break than plastic but it was at least a silver color.

“Coke,” Andrew said in a chipper voice.

“Just water,” Colson added.

“Alright, you know what you want for food or you gonna make me walk back out here to order it again?” the waiter grumbled. Despite only being about the same age as Andrew he had a fairly large belly protruding out in front of him. He scratched at it underneath his shirt, clearly not caring who saw. Colson stared for a second, fully aware why he did not like this pizza joint. “Well?”

“I know what I want,” Andrew smiled. “I think we’ll get a half and half. On mine I want pineapple and chicken. And I think you said sausage?”

Colson looked up from his menu. “Sure… Sausage.” He watched as the waiter rolled his eyes and took the menu back. Right now Colson didn’t intend on eating anything that kid touched. He might have been out of high school for quite a few years, but he hadn’t realized just how different he was than them. How much had actually changed about his life over the years.

“You know he was going to be the first person I changed when I got that power…” Andrew looked off distantly in Colson’s direction. He’d been staring at the waiter’s fat ass the entire time he walked away and still seemed to be thinking about it. “I had such a crush on him in high school. Big, strong, bulky linebacker, and super heavy weight wrestler. He went undefeated until they found someone who matched his weight. But man… I couldn’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to wrestle with him. Or if all that fat was actually muscle…” Andrew seemed to really be off in his own fantasyland.

“What?” Colson’s single word was halfway between a statement and a question. “What are you talking about?”

“Huh?” Andrew asked. “You mean you don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Come on… You’re at least enjoying it right? I mean you’ve already used it so many times…”

“Used what?”

“You really don’t know?!” Andrew leaned forward across the table. “You’ve got to be joking,” he lowered his voice. Colson moved in to hear him better. “Right now you’re possessed by a demon that grants your innermost desires. Whenever he’s let out, you gain an insane amount of power but at the same time he starts to gets to take possession of you just a little bit more. You saved me from that.” He leaned back again in his chair. “I would have been gone after day one,” he laughed.

“You’re joking…”

“Nope,” he said confidently, crossing his hands. “You’re possessed. You’ve already been changing people around town. And that little demon inside you is growing stronger.” Andrew bit his bottom lip again, leaned in and had his eyes examine every bit of Colson. “Much stronger…” he almost moaned.

“Here’s yer pizza,” the waiter shoved it on the table. He headed back behind the counter and sat on the stool and pulled out his phone. His large body leaned against the wall behind him as he scrolled through whatever social media he was looking at.

Colson grunted at the sudden interruption. With the waiter gone it didn’t really matter. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the day you saved me,” Andrew said. “I was supposed to be the one who did it. But well you came in and threw me out. But I guess you got possessed in my place. I do have to admit I was getting a little bit of cold feet. Like who really wants to be the harbinger of evil that will doom the rest of earth. That’s way too much responsibility…” He grabbed a slice of his pizza and started eating. “But I hear the sex is good… Otherworldly.” A smile crossed his face as he said it.

“What..?” Colson’s hands went to his face as he was trying to figure out what Andrew was talking about.

“You feel it… At least some remnants of it. You don’t merge perfectly with him. That’s why I’m assuming you haven’t lost complete control yet,” Andrew said grabbing another slice. “You’re too nice.”

“I’m too nice?” Colson spoke through his fingers as they dragged down his face.

“Yep. Too nice. He only comes out when you’re angry. I was prepared to let him come out whenever I wanted him to. It would have been chaos,” Andrew paused. “Probably a good thing you saved me.”

“I need something to drink…” Colson stopped and headed to the counter. “Hey bud, could I get a water?” He turned back to Andrew. “You want anything?”

“Coke.”

“And a coke?” Colson stood at the counter for a few seconds waiting for the waiter to respond. Nothing. “Hey bud.”

“What!?” the waiter barked.

Colson took a step back. “Dude…”

“Fuck off. Whatcha want?”

“Could I get a water and Coke?” he asked again. This time it was through his teeth. He could feel himself getting a little angrier.

“Sure. Whatever,” he grunted as he grabbed to plastic red cups that probably hadn’t been washed that day.

Colson glared. All he could think about was what Andrew had said. ‘What if all that weight was muscle…’ The nineteen year old was just about the same height as Colson but looked like he weighed well over 100 pounds more than him. The large belly protruded out in every direction.

“Fuck…” Colson muttered under his breath. He could feel his dick getting hard just imagining what he’d look like with muscle. His mind drifted off as he imagined it a little more clearly. Thin waist. Thick shoulders. Broad chest. Abs hidden underneath. “Fuck yeah you little slut…”

The waiter paused. “What did you just…” his tone was angry but started to drift off. He couldn’t seem to think straight. He couldn’t seem to think at all. His mind went blank as new memories started to fill in. Instead of pigging out all the time he spent that time working out. He was already big. He wanted to be strong. He wanted people to look at him and think about how much they wanted to see him naked. “Fuck yeah…” he moaned. Now his hand drifted down across his cock. It’d gotten easier to reach as his belly started to tighten up. The hefty amount of weight was rapidly pulling back in on itself. Quickly changing from fat to muscle.

He could feel the strength building up in his biceps. Strength building from working out instead of just eating. Every muscle bulked out. Getting larger. Fuller. More defined. His shirt stretched around his chest and shoulders while his muscular ass could be easily seen through the pants he was wearing. All the way down to his feet, his pants fit against the dense muscle. Even fully clothed, the definition in each muscle could still be seen. His eyes went blank as he stared forward.

Andrew got up from the table and walked over to the counter. He stared up at Colson. “Believe me now?” he asked. But Colson didn’t respond. Instead, the waiter did.

“I’m sorry what I did to you in high school. Can I make it up to you?” the waiter asked.

It was the first time Andrew blushed in a long time. “I mean…” a smile crossed his face as he went behind the counter. “Don’t see why not.” He stepped further back into the building while the waiter waddled behind him. The size of his legs made it impossible to walk any other way as the muscles rubbed against each other. Andrew turned around and felt the waiter’s strong hands push him against the old walls of the building. His big hands held him up as his tongue explored the inside of Andrew’s mouth.

The kiss stopped and Andrew stared his former bully in the eyes. He could see the longing in them as he gave several soft pecks against his face. He lifted the smaller man’s shirt over his head and continued kissing downward. Hitting his chest, then stomach, then right above his pants. He fumbled with the button on Andrew’s pants. His fingers were far too large to operate something so small. It took him a second but he was able to get it undone. Andrew watched his dick nearly hit him in his face. The waiter’s eyes went wide as he thought about what he wanted to do with it. First kissing the tip. Then slowly pushing more and more of it into his mouth. Andrew’s face fell back as his knees went weak.

The back door to the restaurant opened. “Marcus! Did you fucking screw up the…” his manager’s eyes went wide as he saw the 300 pound bodybuilder on his knees with another man’s dick pointed directly at him. “Did you… Uhh…” Now his mind was going weak. The spell Colson was casting was still not done. The manager could feel something coming over him; the desire to be bigger. He took a step forward and nearly fell over.

“Did you…” it was getting so hard to think. All he wanted to do was work out. “Uhh…” The manager paused again as his muscles started to grow. His 5’8” body quickly shot up another inch each step he took closer to Andrew and Marcus. The manager had been fairly chubby as a solid gut pushed out in front of him but his new height was quickly changing that. But unlike Marcus, the manager just gained size. All he wanted was to be bigger. There could be a bit of fat on his body and even around his weight. He didn’t mind. Just made him look all the bigger.

“Did you start without me?” the manager finally finished his sentence. Marcus stood up and the manager towered over him. The large man who dwarfed Andrew was now being dwarfed by someone else. “I’m glad you’re taking initiative to make the customer happy, but I don’t like it when you start without me.” A cheeky grin crossed his face as he leaned over his employee.

“I’m sorry… It’s just that he’s so cute…” Marcus didn’t have the heart to look at his boss.

The boss smiled down at Marcus. “It’s alright buddy. I’m not mad.” He started to undo his pants and let them hit the floor. All he was wearing was a stained jock, barely containing his massive dick. It pushed hard against the fabric, threatening to burst. “But you know what that means…”

Marcus grunted as he dropped his own pants to the ground. “Hope you don’t mind…” he apologized to Andrew as he bent over again. Before he went down, Andrew could make out what he assumed was a cock. The small protrusion was barely two inches as it pointed directly ahead. However what he was more shocked about was the manager bending over Marcus. His large hairy face was right in front of Andrew’s. He leaned in and their lips pressed up against each other while his dick shoved deep into Marcus’ ass.

He grunted each and every time he pushed it back into Marcus. However Andrew was too distracted by both the kiss and the man sucking his dick. Somehow Marcus didn’t seem to slow down even a second, even though his boss’ dick was planted firmly in his ass. Marcus had positioned himself perfectly and used his own strength to stay relatively stable, holding himself up, using the wall behind Andrew.

The three were all in different throws of ecstasy. Each one grunted and groaned feeling the pleasure from the other two. Even Marcus as he was spit roasted from both ends. Their pace was quickening as they came closer and closer. Andrew was the first to burst. He couldn’t help it. A sudden flick of Marcus’ tongue hit him in the right place and his balls unloaded. Followed by the manager who loved seeing the life in Andrew’s eyes fade away for a second as he felt the immense amount of pleasure. He pulled himself out of Marcus who then came onto the tile beneath him. His tiny cock and balls did their best to pump out as much fluid as they could but it was barely even a dribble.

“Whew,” the manager smiled. “Haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Pizza’s on me tonight,” he ran his hand through his short hair, sticking it up.

Andrew walked back out to the counter and saw Colson finally coming down from his high. He could see the wet spot forming in front of his workout shorts. “Did you hear that? Pizza’s on this big guy!” Andrew said, running his hands across the massive hairy chest of the manager.

Colson looked over at Andrew and then the two giants. One looked like a pro bodybuilder while the other looked like a strongman. It was almost exactly what he’d just been imagining. “Shit…” he cursed as he looked down at Andrew. “We need to talk.”