thanks to Mark I found a Craftsman story I didn’t know I was looking for!
“Look officer, you clearly don’t know this but I’m Tyler Hoechlin and I don’t-”
Tyler couldn’t believe this! After years of successful acting and modelling, here he was celebrating that success with his new Ferrari, a true testament to all the hard work he’s been through.
Driving around the streets of Los Angeles, it wasn’t uncommon to see a celebrity here and then, and the people loved him, if not for his talents, then his looks.
He knew that he was a sexy guy and so when this old bearish cop comes up to him with his squeaky leather gloves and a cigar tucked between his teeth, he didn’t care.
But when he was told to get out of the car for his rudeness, he was angry. He was a celebrity, he couldn’t be treated this way and he wasn’t going to take this guy seriously, not until he started smoking.
As Tyler smelled the smoke that surrounded him, his eyes glowed blue suddenly changing as Tyler felt an odd pleasure racing through him as he continued to stare at the man, blinking hard and trying to stop whatever was happening as his vision blurred to focus on the man.
“That’s it, you fucking celebrities always treat us like dirt for doing our jobs. Now it’s time for a little payback,” growled the cop as he continued to blow smoke in Tyler’s face. Tyler couldn’t deny how good it felt to smell as he was backed up against his car. “So tell me Ty, tell me how good you are, how famous you are, come on.”
“I’m-I’m Ty-Tyler Ho-Hoechlin, y-you’re gonna be i-in trouble i-if you hurt me,” growled Tyler as he continued blinking, trying to focus.
“Oh nobody’s hurting ya, Ty. That’s your name after all, isn’t it? Ty?” said the officer as he blew more smoke into Tyler’s face. Tyler struggled to even move, staggering and limping against his car.
“N-No, I’m T-Ty…err…Ty…Ty-” Ty grunted at himself in frustration, trying to remember his name as he glared at the officer. “What are you doing to me?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing at all you just look a bit uncomfortable Ty, that’s all,” explained the officer as he looked down at Tyler’s shoes, still smoking. “Why are you wearing size 11, boss? Thought you were always 13.”
Then and there “Ty” looked down to see his own toes ripping through his shoes, his own feet expanded outwards destroying his expensive trainers as the soles continued to lengthen beyond their means and tore through the entirety of his famed footwear. His toned toes were shown wriggling through before suddenly something else encased them.
Much like the smoking officer in front of him, Ty watched his shoes become darker and larger as they turned into the same leather boots the cop was wearing, keeping his large feet stuffed inside.
“No! S-Stop!” growled Ty as he tried to step away but realised he couldn’t move at all, his own feet heavy and stuck to the ground.
“Stop what Ty? There’s nothing wrong with being big…watch,” said the officer as he touched Ty’s legs.
Ty’s jean instantly ripped to shreds as his own thighs began to thicken through the worn material, now growing so large that they couldn’t help but burst from their confines and continue to grow longer and larger than ever before.
The feeling of growing muscularity was nothing but pleasurable to Ty as he tipped his head back, enjoying the raw strength that was emanating from his own new legs as the calves grew against his will and formed an Adonis-like physique far superior than his own.
“F-Fuck! Please! I’m sorry, I won’t be rude again!” promised Ty but the officer wasn’t having it as he smiled to see the remnants of Ty’s jeans become the leather pants he was wearing now.
“Now, now, Ty, I don’t believe you. Let me help…” exclaimed the officer as his hand approached Ty once again. Ty struggled to get away, the smoke making him weaker by the minute.
“No! Not my abs! Please anything but-” The officer’s gloved hand stroked the tip of Ty’s stomach through his shirt and Ty could already feel it.
His stomach bloated with muscle but of a different kind and a different build. He looked down in shock as he felt his own abs disappear and instead feel his stomach growing out as the shirt ripped to shreds down the middle to reveal the new muscle gut, broad and with the perfect amount of fat to make him still big but ripped.
He felt his back stretch taller as the same racing pleasure was now doubled from his legs to his chest, his pecs growing sharper and more revealed as brown hairs started to sprinkle itself amongst the skin.
“Fuck! My abs! Worked so- fucking hard at the gym for those!”
“Aw, don’t worry Ty, you’ll grow to love it, just like this,” the officer explained as he touched the tip of his finger to Ty’s shoulder. Ty thought about pushing him away but those thoughts quickly disappeared as he was almost pushed back to the car with more pleasure than he could ever imagine as his biceps continued to grow and grow and grow even more.
Ty didn’t realise it but he was grabbing the officer by the shoulders and the more he continued to hold on, the thicker his own arms grew, the biceps doubling, tripling in size.
It’s only when the officer brushes them off that they stop growing, throbbing with muscle as the leather outfit can barely contain them.
“You feel so good, don’t you Ty?”
“Please…please…”
“What’s that? Please? You beggin’ for more? You got it!” The officer smirked as his hand went towards Ty’s hard cock.
“No! I didn’t mean- OH!”
Ty grabbed the car, looking down at himself as he felt his cock throbbing like a heartbeat, becoming bigger and bigger with every second, the head becoming bulbous as the bulge looked like it would rip through the leather. One inch, and then another, and then another, each moment that passed by was another moment that the cum was filling up and ready to burst through the dam that was Ty’s mind.
“NO! AW FUCK! FEELS SO GOOD! M-MAKE IT STOP! I’LL BE GOOD! I SWEAR! PLEASE I’M GONNA-”
The cock finally came, ribbon after ribbon of cum flooded Ty’s leather pants and dripped down like a river as it splashed over his own underwear and thighs. A pool formed underneath Ty filled with his draining mind, memory, as his face shifted and he grew older by the minute, his own self faded from reality and into nothing more than a puddle of cum and the Ferrari behind him became his police cruiser.
“How are you feeling Ty?” asked the officer.
“That’s sir to you,” growled Ty as the cum was soaked up by his leather and he stepped out of the puddle, he pulled out a cigar and lit it up, beginning to soothe himself with smoke scratching his own chest “Let’s go, boy. I got a job to do and some celebrities to catch. Time to teach those privileged guys some manners.”
“Right away sir.”
Ty had to admit it, as he climbed into his new police cruiser, it felt good to be a cop and it would feel a whole lot better with celebrities under his thumb.
His new plan to establish police dominance over the men of LA was just beginning, and the people would thank their new chief of police.