Officer Tex

Liam had only heard stories about officer Tex. The big, brooding cop who patrolled the dark allies around his high school. The image he’d created in his mind was this tall, menacing monster of a man, a biker with a badge on.

This was why he was initially hesitant to join his friends one night after graduation. They wanted to smoke some pot over behind the dumpsters as a celebratory thing. It took some convincing, but Liam eventually decided to go.

They’d barely lit one joint when the all too familiar honk and red/blue lights started bouncing against the brick wall behind them.

“Oh shit!” Liam’s friend Scott yelled, signaling for them all to start running. Liam was too distracted by the joint, and by the time he started to join his friends, who were already halfway down the ally, he felt a strong, sturdy hand grip his shoulder.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’ son?”

Officer Tex. Liam braced for the worst, but as he turned around slowly, he was met with one of the most gorgeous sights of his life.

Tex, his thick tattooed muscles spilling out of his short sleeve button up shirt, his badge placed squarely on his left pec. His face was stern yet warm, a neatly trimmed beard bellow his two rounded cheeks. And though he could barely tell in the shadows of the ally, Liam could see that he was packing. Not just a gun…

“What’ve you go there?” Tex said steeling the still burning joint from Liam’s hand. He immediately went into defense mode, his mouth trying to catch up with the thoughts in his mind (most of which were still on Tex’s physique).

“I—I’m sorry officer, it was— my friends. They talked me into— please please please I promise I didn’t mean to. I’ve never had any offenses, and I— please don’t arrest me.”

This caught Tex’s attention. “Arrest you?” he chuckled with a slight Texan drawl. “Arrest you? Boy I ain’t gonna arrest you.”

“You’re not?”

“Son, you barely made a dent in this thing,” he said waving the joint around. “But if I’m gonna let you off I’m gonna need you to help me out with something first.”

Liam wasn’t even thinking at this point. “Help you out with what, officer?”

“Well you see my partner Jim, he’s outta town these next few days, and I need someone to ride shotgun.”

Liam’s heart sank. He couldn’t be a cop. He was shorter than Tex by almost a foot, and he had barely passed PE in all four years of high school. So he shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d be much help, officer.”

“Well, not without this you won’t.” Tex pulled out a badge from his pocket. Glistening and gold, it seemed to shimmer in the red and blue lights still coming from Tex’s car. Either that, or Liam really had gotten high.

Almost hypnotically, Liam reached for the badge and clasped it in his fingers. The light was still dim, but as he leaned in closer, he could see that his skin was starting to change.

His previously white, chalky skin suddenly grew weathered and tan. Along with that, Liam could see his muscles start to flare up around his forearms. They rippled and roughened and grew, pushing out as they snaked their way up his arm.

Liam tried to drop the badge but he could barely move. His hand was frozen, and he could only watch as the surge of muscle from the badge made its way up his arm and throughout his entire body.

His biceps swelled, along with his pecs and the muscles around his neck and back. They pressed up against the flimsy t-shirt Liam was wearing until the fabric was rubbing his skin. Sweat poured out of his new skin, and he shuttered with erotic pleasure at the feeling of the shirt stretching and caressing his ever expanding body.

“Oh…. God.” Liam moaned, now in a much deeper voice. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, no longer resisting the changes, but rather letting them envelop his body like a hot shower.

His abdomen grumbled and tightened. His free hand instinctively grabbed his chest, and through the now soaking t-shirt, he could feel the outline of a six pack beginning to form. His butt twitched, and he felt his pants grow heavy with the new muscle filling up his glutes. His feet felt very tight in his shoes, which were now way too small for his gigantic feet, and he could feel the seems of his skinny jeans give way to the powerful thighs inflating under the cloth.

There was a rip, and Liam’s eyes shot open. He was suddenly at eye level with Tex! He looked down to see the remains of his shirt fall to the dirty ally floor along with the tattered remains of his pants. All Liam was wearing now was his underwear. But he didn’t feel exposed. As a matter of fact, he felt warm and comfortable transforming in front of Tex, who was smiling and nodding, his hand rubbing that massive dick beneath his pants.

Liam felt his jaw harden, sharpening itself, and his face prickle with hair that had never been there before. His lips grew bigger and his hair grew shorter. He even felt a lump in his throat as his voice made its final adjustments.

“Huh,” Officer Tex scoffed as he looked the new Liam up and down. He now stood a few inches above his head, and his chest heaved with hard heavy breaths. “You missed the final stage.”

“Qué estás hablando?” Liam clasped his hand over his mouth. He didn’t speak Spanish… did he?

Tex laughed. “Don’t worry, your English will come back. Here,” He kneeled down, so that his face was level with Liam’s underwear, “maybe this will help.”

Before Liam could ask what he was doing, his shorts were down and Officer Tex’s mouth was around his cock. Something unlike anything Liam had felt before shook him like an earthquake. Pleasure, pure hot, wet, pleasure, struck him and left him quaking and moaning as Tex worked his way down Liam’s shaft. He could feel all the power rushing to the tip of his penis, which expanded like an inflating tube in Tex’s mouth.

He fell headfirst into infinity, the world around him growing short and blurry as Liam approached what he could feel would be the orgasm of a lifetime.

“Ohhhhhhh……. FUCK!” Cum rocketed into Tex’s throat, and Liam had to keep from completely collapsing as he emptied load after load into the officers mouth.

After he was finished, Tex wiped his mouth and stood back up. “Damn Salvador,” he said looking up at his new partner, “you were sure excited to see me, weren’t ya?”

Liam, or Salvador as he was now called, let out a deep belly chuckle. “Yeah boss, that was really something.”

“Great,” Tex patted him on the sweat drenched shoulder, “Lets get you in something more comfortable.”

Salvador felt oddly comfortable as Tex slipped him back into his old vest, his heavy cargo pants and boots. Finally, Tex placed the badge around his neck. It hung from a thick silver chain that rattled as Salvador’s massive expanse of a chest moved in tandem with his breaths.

“You ready to get back out there Sal?” Tex asked.

“Yeah boss.” And just like that, it was as if Liam had never existed. Sal and Tex were two of the top officers in the fourteenth precinct. When they weren’t running drug busts or chasing down kids from the local high school, Sal and Tex would find a good place to get down and fuck. A dirty motel off the highway, the locker room at the academy after hours. It didn’t matter, Tex was an absolute beast under the sheets, and every time he went down on Salvador’s monster of a cock, it was like he was sucking it for the first time.

Sometimes, when Tex would pound his ass in the ally behind the high school, Salvador would catch glimpses of his older life. Of his friends, smoking pot behind the dumpsters, of his high school graduation. Of the skinny, pasty boy he used to be. But Liam was a thing of the past. His name was Sal now, and he was a cop. And one sexy fucking cop if you ask me.