Interactive: Pikesburg PD, ch. 3 (Patreon)

“You’re here early.”  Greg jumped at the unexpected hand on his shoulder and looked up from the monitor to see Tank grinning down at him.  The tall young officer’s name was technically Hank, but with his almost exaggeratedly square jaw and wide, burly body it was easy to see where his nickname came from.  “Also, and don’t take this the wrong way, you look like shit, man.”  

“Love you too,” Greg laughed, pulling away from Tank’s massive paw.  

The big man leaned down to look over Greg’s shoulder at the myriad faces on the screen, dwarfing the athletic ginger in the process.  “What’re you working on?  Missing person?”    

“Something like that,” Greg sighed, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his tired eyes.  After his bizarre dreams he felt like he hadn’t slept at all, nor had he been able to get the images of the altered Johnny and the tiny stud from the alley out of his head.  He’d come in early to search the missing persons file on a whim, not really expecting to find anything.  “It was a weird shift last night.”  

“Fuckin’ Southside,” Tank spat, shaking his head.  He and Greg had been friends since meeting at the academy, and though they were both rookies who’d graduated together, Tank had been the lucky one when they were handing out assignments.  “Not gonna lie...glad you got that lovely patch of real estate.”  

“It’s weirdly not too bad,” Greg said.  “The place is a ghost town after midnight.  Seriously, last night was the first time anything’s happened.”  He relayed the story to Tank, watching the big man lean back against a desk and fold a set of massive arms across his solid chest.  As with Johnny, he left out the medallion currently hanging on a chain beneath his shirt.  Every time he thought to bring it up, a small voice in his head told him it was better to keep quiet.  

“Damn...that IS fuckin’ weird,” Tank laughed, running a rough hand through his short, chestnut hair.  “He didn’t give you a name or anything to go off of?”  

Greg sighed and shook his head.  “Nope.  Little dude bolted before I could get anything out of him.  He shouldn’t have caught me off guard like that but he threw me, ya know?  Last thing I was expecting to find.”  

“I bet!” Tank laughed, his deep, booming voice echoing off the nearby wall.  He nodded towards the screen.  “You think someone reported him missing?”  

“I don’t know WHAT to think right now.  Or if there’s anything there at all.  He seemed legit scared of something....that much seemed real.  Probably just some stoned little weirdo, but…” he shrugged.  “It’s buggin’ me.”  

“Then there’ a reason,” Tank said, slapping Greg on his shoulder.  “I’ll keep an eye out and do some asking around...see if anyone matches that description.  Dude like that’s gotta stand out, right?  Tomorrow, though,” Tank grinned.  “I’m gettin’ the fuck outta here for the day.”      

“Appreciate it,” Greg said, waving Tank off.  He watched his friend leave, the burly man’s broad upper back stretching the uniform near to bursting.  Tank’s torso didn’t taper like his but traveled down in a solid rectangle to a pair of plump, shifting cheeks and thick, meaty thighs.  He’d seen his friend in the locker room enough to know firsthand the kind of beefy, muscled body that dwelt under all the dark polyester.  

“The fuck…” Greg muttered to himself, blushing as he realized he’d been recalling in explicit detail every inch of Tank’s bare, sturdy frame.  He could see it just as clearly as he saw the man’s uniform, practically able to trace the sparse patches of hair on Tank’s slab of a chest that trailed down his solid gut to pool around the other man’s heavy package with it’s short, fat cock and low hanging balls.  

He tried to shake the unwanted thoughts from his head, but it was as if his brain was on autopilot.  He saw the naked Tank lumbering all the way back to the locker room as if he was walking right behind him.  It was so vivid Greg had to clutch the desk to convince himself he hadn’t actually gotten up to follow his friend into the showers.  He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate.  Nothing on his body would.  His muscles were locked in place, trapping him where he sat.  All he could do was watch, reduced to nothing but a passenger in his own body.  

As the scene continued to play out in his head, Greg was aware of a growing warmth coming from the medallion.  It was becoming so hot he was afraid it would start to burn, but there was never any pain, just a constant, radiating heat that seemed to pull heavily on the chain.  

He watched Tank lather up his goliath frame, his attention increasingly focused on the thick, stout cock poking out from between the man’s mammoth thighs.  It looked so small compared to the rest of his friend’s powerful build.  Too small.  It wasn’t right, a voice hissed in his head.  Such a big man needed a big tool to work with, something long and thick and impossible to hide.  

No sooner than he had the intruding thought, it started to become reality.  Greg saw Tank’s short, wide rod twitch and spasm like he was getting hard, but instead of expanding a few meager inches, the big man’s cock more than doubled in size.  It looked like someone inflating a balloon animal, shooting out from between Tank’s legs as a long, girthy log.  His friend had a dazed, glassy look in his eyes and Greg couldn’t tell if Tank knew what was happening or not.  

“Guh!”  The spell holding him in place broke as soon as the growth started.  Greg’s focus snapped back into his body and he flung himself violently away from the desk.  He knew people had turned to stare but he didn’t stop to make any excuses before darting back to the locker room.  

The whole way he told himself it wasn’t real.  It couldn’t be possible.  He tried to convince himself he just hadn’t gotten enough sleep.  People didn’t just change like that, he thought.  He made a straight line for the showers, his heart racing as he arrived in time to see the big man crank the water off.  

“Yo, Tank,” Greg called out tentatively from the edge of the showers, grateful that no one else was around at the moment.  From behind, the burly young man looked the same, but even before he’d fully turned around Greg’s stomach dropped.  As soon as Tank moved a leg, Greg could see the thick, dangling hose, and he soon found himself face to face with the enlarged beast.  The formerly stout cock had stretched out to nearly a foot long and was so thick Greg didn’t think he’d be able to wrap a hand around it.  He wondered why that specific unit of measurement occurred to him as he gawked at the pair of hairy, low-hanging baseballs underneath, his own cock throbbing confusingly.  

Tank had always been an imposing presence, but his new equipment made the beefy stud radiate strength and masculinity to an overwhelming degree.  With his lantern jaw, bulky muscle and massive cock the young man was bordering on a caricature.  As Greg stared, the beast between his friend’s legs stirred in response.  He watched it jerk and plump until it looked like a flexing forearm with a closed fist had been attached to Tank’s waist.  

The big man still had a faraway look in his eyes as Greg stepped close.  “Ta...Tank?”  

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