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Link to Part Two Part One Dave strolled through the precinct, the smell of burnt coffee lingering in the stale air. His eyes scanned the room, noticing the usual faces buried in paperwork and screens, but something was off today. The fluorescent lights buzzed a bit louder than normal, casting a harsh glow over the dull gray desks. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. As he approached the break room, the murmur of the radio grew clearer, recounting a string of bizarre events from the night before. A convenience store robbery, a bar fight turned into a demolition derby, and a disturbing call about a man found in an alley, his body contorted in a way that seemed impossible. The room's energy was tense, the officers exchanging knowing glances that spoke volumes without a word. The coffee pot gurgled its last drop, and he heard Mark's distinctive laugh booming from the corner, a sound that had become more guttural in recent weeks. Dave paused, his hand hovering over the Styrofoam cup. Mark looked up, his teeth bared in a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. Those eyes, they were different now—more intense, with a wild glint that made Dave's skin crawl. His muscles had bulged out of his uniform, stretching the fabric to its limits. The veins on his forearms stood out like a road map to a place no one wanted to visit. He had always been fit, but this was something else entirely. "You're looking ripped, man," Dave said, his voice a notch higher than usual. Mark flexed, the fabric of his shirt tearing slightly. "Thanks, Dave. Been hitting the gym hard." His voice rumbled like distant thunder. The conversation was forced, the banter of old friends feeling hollow. Dave took a step back, his heart racing. Mark was his partner, his confidant, but now there was something else in those eyes—a hunger, a ferocity that hadn't been there before. He knew he couldn't ignore it. “Everything okay?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. Mark's smile grew wider, his teeth sharper than Dave remembered. "Never better." Dave took a deep breath, trying to shake off his unease. "You've really bulked up. What's your secret?" "Oh, you know, just a new protein powder," Mark replied, his tone dismissive. He turned away, his back to Dave, as he peeled off his torn shirt. The locker room mirror reflected a body that seemed to have swollen overnight, the muscles on his back knotting together like a tangled web of steel cables. Dave couldn't help but stare as Mark's shoulders broadened even more, pushing the boundaries of his human form. In the locker room, Dave caught sight of Mark stripping off his pants. The bulge in his underwear was definitely more pronounced, and something about it made Dave's stomach twist. It was too...large, too defined. Mark noticed him looking and laughed, slapping his hand down over the area in question. "Guess the gym's been treating me well everywhere," he said, winking. Dave tried to laugh it off, but his smile felt forced. "Jeez, you're going to need a new uniform." Mark's response was a low, almost predatory chuckle. "Don't worry, I got it covered." He bent down, his back muscles rippling like a landscape, and pulled out a duffel bag from his locker. The bag looked heavy, full of something dense and mysterious. He zipped it up with a loud metallic click that echoed in the tense silence. "You going to tell me what's really going on?" Dave asked, his curiosity turning to concern. Mark faced him, his eyes darker than before. "It's nothing, Dave. Just...evolution." He stepped closer, towering over him now. The scent of something wild and musky filled the air, making the hairs on Dave's neck stand on end. Dave felt his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you mean, 'evolution'?" Mark leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You'll see." The next shift was like any other, at least at first. They patrolled the streets in their cruiser, the radio crackling with the usual mundane calls. But there was an edge to Mark that hadn't been there before—his reflexes were sharper, his senses heightened. He seemed to anticipate trouble before it even happened. When they responded to a disturbance at a local bar, Mark was out of the car before Dave could even put it in park. The scene inside was chaos—bodies flying, bottles shattering, and a cacophony of screams and grunts. Mark waded through the brawl with a terrifying ease, his muscles pumping like pistons as he subdued the combatants one by one. The sheer power he exuded was mesmerizing, and a little frightening. Afterward, as they stood outside the bar, catching their breath, Dave couldn't hold it in anymore. "What the hell is happening to you, Mark?" Mark looked at him, his chest heaving with exertion. Sweat glistened on his over-defined abs. "You wouldn't understand, Dave. But just know, it's for the best." The night grew darker, the streets quieter, and the tension between them grew palpable. As they drove back to the precinct, Dave felt the weight of their unspoken secrets pressing down on the car like an invisible fog. He knew he had to get to the bottom of this, before whatever was happening to Mark consumed him completely. Mark's appetite had become insatiable, his meals turning into feasts that would make a competitive eater blush. At the station, he scarfed down two whole pizzas and a dozen donuts without breaking a sweat, his jaws moving with a mechanical precision that seemed inhuman. His teeth, Dave noticed, had become more pointed, like a predator's. When the sergeant joked about his newfound love for the gym, Mark's eyes flashed, and he could have sworn he saw a hint of a snarl. The following week, Mark's height shot up to 6'7, towering over everyone else in the precinct. His shoulders brushed the doorframes, his neck thickening until his collar was cutting into his skin. His jawline was more pronounced, the bone structure of his face taking on a more angular, almost feral look. The other officers whispered about steroids and roid rage, but Dave knew it was something else entirely. Something that couldn't be explained by a simple trip to the gym or a needle in the arm. The calls grew more frequent, the incidents more bizarre. Criminals didn't just run from Mark; they cowered in his presence, their eyes wide with primal fear. Dave watched in awe and horror as Mark's hand swelled around his gun, his knuckles cracking as he tightened his grip. The power radiating from him was tangible, and it was clear that he was no longer the same person. The transformation was accelerating, and Dave felt a mix of fascination and dread. What would Mark become next? What was the endgame here? One evening, they responded to a disturbance at a local gym, a place Mark had started frequenting in his off-duty hours. The owner had called, complaining of a man lifting weights that were beyond the machine's capacity. As they approached the building, the sound of metal on metal grew louder, a rhythmic clanging that sent a shiver down Dave's spine. The doors creaked open, and the sight that greeted them was something out of a comic book—Mark, now a mountain of muscle, was hoisting a barbell that looked more like a telephone pole, the veins in his neck popping as he roared with effort. The other gym-goers had cleared out, leaving a trail of dropped dumbbells and overturned benches in their wake. Mark didn't notice them at first, his eyes locked on the mirror, his reflection showing a creature of pure power and dominance. But as he lowered the bar, he caught Dave's gaze and smirked, a knowing glint in his eye. "You should join me, Dave. Feel the rush." Dave stepped back, his hand reaching for his holster. "What are you?" Mark's smile grew wider, his teeth now definitely too sharp to be human. "I told you, buddy. Evolution." With that, he flexed again, and the mirror shattered into a spray of silver shards that danced in the fluorescent light, reflecting the monster he had become. On the ride back to the station, the tension in the cruiser was thick enough to slice with a knife. The engine's hum seemed to pulse with the beat of Dave's racing heart. Mark leaned back in his seat, his breathing deep and labored, his eyes half-closed as if savoring the feeling of his ever-expanding muscles. "It's like nothing you've ever felt, Dave," he murmured, almost to himself. "Everything's so...intense. My whole body's a live wire." Dave's eyes darted to the side, watching Mark from the corner of his eye. "And what about...you know, other things?" He tried to keep his voice steady. Mark chuckled, the sound more like a growl. "You mean this?" He adjusted his belt, the leather straining against his thickened waist. "Yeah, that's gotten a bit...extra." His hand trailed down to his crotch, and he gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a low moan that sent a fresh wave of unease through Dave. "It's like I've got a second engine down there, running on pure testosterone." The rest of the drive was silent, the air heavy with the unspoken. The radio crackled with calls for backup, the city's chaos a stark contrast to the eerie quiet in the car. When they finally pulled into the precinct, the lights of the building seemed to flicker in the mirror, casting a strobe-like effect over Mark's increasingly inhuman visage. As they stepped out, Mark's shoulders brushed the top of the car door, and it groaned with the effort. His boots hit the pavement with a thud that seemed to shake the ground beneath them. "Don't worry, Dave," he said, his voice still that unsettling mix of friendliness and menace. "I've got everything under control." Dave nodded, his throat dry. "Okay, Mark," he croaked. But as he watched Mark stride into the station, his back now a wall of bulging muscles that made the other officers look like children, he couldn't help but wonder if that was true. If Mark was in control, or if the beast within was slowly taking over. The question gnawed at him like a rat in the night, keeping him up long after his shift had ended. The next morning, the precinct buzzed with rumors about Mark's newfound...attributes. Some of the officers snickered, but the look in their eyes was one of fear, not amusement. Dave tried to focus on the paperwork on his desk, but his mind kept drifting back to the image of Mark flexing in the gym, the sound of breaking glass echoing in his head. When Mark arrived for duty, his uniform barely contained his new form. His biceps strained against the fabric of his shirt, and his pants looked like they were about to split at the seams. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils dilated. It was clear he hadn't slept, his energy instead fueled by whatever was happening to him. "You okay?" Dave asked, trying to keep his voice low. Mark's grin was feral. "Never better," he said, his voice a low rumble. "My drive...it's insatiable." His hand rested on his gun, his fingers tapping out a restless rhythm. "I need...more." Dave swallowed hard. "More of what?" "More of everything," Mark said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "More food, more lifting, more...everything." He leaned in, his breath hot against Dave's ear. "And the urges..." His voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air like a foul odor. In the locker room, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and testosterone as the officers stripped off their uniforms. Mark's presence was like a storm cloud, casting a shadow over the mundane task of changing into their street clothes. When he peeled off his compression shirt, the sight of his chest took Dave's breath away—his pecs were massive, covered in a thick pelt of dark hair that trailed down his stomach in a line leading to the waistband of his pants. The muscles bulged and shifted with every breath he took, the definition so sharp it was as if he had been chiseled from stone. The sound of fabric tearing made Dave's head snap around. Mark's pants were stuck around his tree-trunk thighs, the material straining against the new size of his body. The bulge in his underwear was obscene, a thick mound that strained against the gray fabric. Dave felt his own body respond, a mix of arousal and fear that made his stomach churn. Mark's eyes met his, a knowing look in them, and then he turned away, casually walking to the showers. Dave couldn't help but stare as Mark's powerful form disappeared into the steamy stall. His ass was a marvel of muscular perfection, the cheeks clenching and unclenching with every step, the cleft deep and inviting as his underwear stretched. His back muscles rippled like the surface of a lake, the veins standing out like a road map of power. As Mark stepped into his shower stall, his head thrown back in a silent roar, Dave felt something stir within him, something primal and hungry. He forced himself to look away, slipping into his own stall a few down. The water was hot and soothing, the spray beating against his skin as he tried to scrub away the tension of the day. But it was no use; his mind was a tumult of thoughts, all swirling around the monster Mark was becoming. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was witnessing something that was both terrifying and incredibly erotic. As the water ran down his back, he felt his own body responding, his cock thickening against his thigh. The locker room echoed with the sounds of water and grunts as the men washed off the grime of the city. But over it all, Dave could hear Mark's shower, the water pounding against his flesh like a drum. The sound was almost hypnotic, lulling him into a state of uneasy arousal. He knew he needed to find out what was happening to Mark, but every time he thought about it, his mind was clouded by images of those muscles, that hair, that bulge. Suddenly, the rhythmic sounds of water on flesh were pierced by a deep, animalistic moan from Mark's stall. Dave's eyes went wide, his hand frozen on the soap. The moan grew louder, turning into a series of grunts and growls. "Oh, fuck," Mark's voice rumbled, "so fucking huge." The words were like a punch to the gut, sending a shiver down Dave's spine. He knew what was happening—his partner, his friend, was pleasuring himself, and the thought was as disturbing as it was fascinating. The grunts grew more frequent, the showerhead's squeal a counterpoint to Mark's increasingly feral noises. "Big motherfucker," Mark groaned, his voice tight with effort. "Gonna be so much bigger." The words grew louder, more desperate, until they culminated in a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the precinct. The sound of the shower stopped abruptly, the sudden silence leaving Dave's ears ringing. He waited, heart racing, until the locker room door slammed shut. He knew Mark was gone, probably off to deal with whatever urges his transformation had brought on. With trembling hands, Dave stepped out of his stall, the water from his own shower running cold. His eyes fell on the floor of Mark's stall. It was covered in a pool of cum, so deep it looked like a small puddle had formed. An inch deep, at least. The scent of it hung heavy in the air, musky and overpowering. He stared at it, unable to comprehend the sheer volume of it, his own arousal fighting with his fear. With a shake of his head, he turned away, trying to push the image out of his mind. But it clung to him like a spider's web, sticky and inescapable. He quickly finished his shower and dressed, the wetness between his legs a testament to his own traitorous body. As he left the locker room, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. What would Mark become? And what would it mean for their friendship, their partnership? The whispers grew louder, the rumors more outrageous. Mark's feats of strength were becoming the stuff of legend around the precinct, and the other officers looked at him with a mix of awe and terror. Dave tried to keep his distance, but it was like trying to ignore a tornado ripping through a trailer park—impossible. Every time Mark flexed, every time he walked by, the air seemed to thicken with a tension that was both sexual and violent. It was like watching a time bomb tick down to an explosion no one knew how to stop. On the following Monday, Mark strolled into the station gym, his wifebeater stretched taut over his massive chest, the fabric straining against his pecs like a second skin. His pecs look thick and so full, and the wifebeater can barely hold them up. His biceps bulged, veins standing out like a map of a river system, and his thighs looked like they could crush a car. He slapped Dave on the back, nearly knocking him to the floor. "You ready to hit the weights?" he asked, his teeth sharp and gleaming. Dave nodded, his stomach a knot of nerves. "Sure," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. They moved to the bench press, Mark easily hoisting a weight that would have crushed a normal man. He lay down, his abs a series of tight ridges, and began to lift. The barbell trembled with the sheer force of his will, the metal bending slightly under the pressure. As they worked out, Mark spoke of his weekend conquests, his voice a deep, resonant growl. "Took on a couple of girls at the same time, and a little twink," he said, his eyes glinting. "It's like they can't get enough of this new me." He paused, his chest heaving, and added, "And I went to this underground gym. Those guys were animals. But even they couldn't keep up with me." Dave's eyes widened, his mind racing. "What do you mean?" "They had these...enhancements," Mark said, his smile predatory. "But I showed them a thing or two about power." He sat up, the muscles in his back popping. "You should see the size of the dudes there. But even they couldn't match me. And the gear they had...it's like nothing I've ever seen." His eyes took on a distant look, his mind clearly elsewhere. The rest of the week passed in a blur of patrols and paperwork, the tension between them stretching tighter with each passing day. Mark's appetites grew more voracious, his need for food and sex insatiable. Dave caught glimpses of the dark circles under his eyes, the raw hunger that never seemed to leave him, no matter how much he consumed. The sight of Mark's bulge in underwear was burned into his brain, a constant reminder of the monster he was becoming. But it wasn't just the physical changes that were worrying Dave. It was the way Mark talked about his weekends, the way his eyes would glaze over when he spoke of his exploits. It was as if he was being consumed from the inside out by something he didn't—or couldn't—control. And as the days grew shorter, the nights colder, Dave knew that whatever was happening to Mark was coming to a head, and he wasn't sure he was ready to face it. In the locker room, Mark's presence was like a force of nature. He stood at 7'6 now, his body a monument to unbridled power. The locker room lights glinted off his sweat-slicked skin, the shadows playing over the cobblestone of his abs, the canyons of his chest. His shoulders brushed the ceiling tiles, the muscles there so pronounced that Dave could see the individual fibers rippling beneath the surface. His legs, thicker than tree trunks, were covered in a criss crossed pattern of veins and topped in a fine dusting of hair that trailed down to his ankles. And his cock...it was a beast unto itself, thick and heavy, hanging low between his legs like a third, unruly limb, covered by thin layers of stretched out underwear fabric. The locker room was silent as the other officers moved around him, giving him a wide berth. Mark's laugh echoed off the tiles, a sound that was more akin to a roar than a chuckle. His teeth had grown even sharper, his eyes now a piercing blue that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. The air was charged with a tension that made the hairs on Dave's arms stand on end. While Mark changes into his uniform pants, Dave watched as Mark bent over to grab his duffel bag, his ass a sculpted masterpiece, the muscles clenching and releasing like a heartbeat. The fabric of his underwear was stretched so tight it was almost translucent, and the head of his cock was visible, a swollen purple cap that seemed to pulse with each breath he took. It was impossible not to stare, not to feel a mix of revulsion and fascination at the sheer size of him. The locker room door slammed open, and the sergeant stormed in, his face red with fury. "Officer Markovich, my office, now!" Mark turned, his smile fading. "Yes, sir." His voice was calm, but the muscles in his jaw tightened, a vein popping out in his forehead. Dave followed him out, the weight of his gaze like a physical pressure. In the sergeant's office, the air was thick with accusation. Mark leaned against the desk, his shoulders hunched, his eyes hooded. "What's the problem?" he asked, his voice a low growl, sitting at the desk as the chair squeaks under his weight. The sergeant slapped a file on the desk, the sound echoing in the small space. "Steroids, Mark. We've had reports. The guys are getting suspicious." Mark's grin grew wider. "Steroids?" He barked a laugh, the sound echoing in the room. "You think I'd risk my badge for some juice?" Dave felt his stomach clench. He knew the truth was far more complicated than that. The sergeant sighed. "We need to test you, Mark. Just to be sure." Mark's smirk didn't falter. "Fine. But you're wasting your time." He flexed his massive bicep, the veins standing out like highways on a map. "This is all natural," he said, his hand drifting down to his crotch. The bulge there was even more pronounced than usual, the fabric of his pants stretched to the breaking point. The test was swift and painless, a simple needle prick and a vial of blood drawn. But the wait was interminable. Dave watched Mark, his eyes never leaving the bulge that seemed to grow larger every second. Mark caught his gaze and smirked, his hand sliding over the thickened fabric. "It's all just my natural testosterone," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. The results came back the next day, and the sergeant's face was a picture of confusion. "Negative," he said, holding up the paper. "But that's impossible." Mark took the paper with a shrug, his eyes gleaming. "Not for me," he said, his voice smug. Dave knew he had to get to the bottom of this. He approached Mark as they left the office, his voice low. "What have you done?" Mark's eyes narrowed, the muscles in his neck standing out like cords. "I told you, Dave. I'm just...evolving." "But you're human," Dave whispered, his voice shaking. Mark's eyes flashed, and he snarled, his teeth bared. "Don't you get it, Dave? I'm not just human anymore." The sound of his voice was like thunder, resonating in the small office space. Dave took a step back, his hand on his gun. "What are you?" "I'm something more," Mark said, his voice dropping to a purr. "Something better." The next few weeks were a blur of patrols, reports, and whispers. Rachel, Mark's alternate partner, pulled Dave aside one day. "You've noticed, right?" she asked, her voice low and urgent. "His...appetites." Dave nodded, his eyes not leaving Mark across the room. "What's going on with him?" Rachel leaned closer, her breath warm in his ear. "The other day, we got a call to the corner store. When I came back from the bathroom, he was in the stockroom with the sales clerk." She swallowed hard. "They were...going at it. Like animals." The revelation hit Dave like a punch to the gut. He had suspected, but to hear it confirmed was another thing entirely. He had to get to the bottom of this, before Mark's transformation consumed him completely. The tension in the precinct grew with every passing day. Mark strutted through the halls like a peacock in heat, his muscles flexing with every movement, his eyes always scanning for a challenge. His muscles flexed under his compression shirt with the slightest movement, rippling and ready to strike. The other officers gave him a wide berth, whispers of fear and awe following in his wake. His arrogance had grown as monstrous as his physique, and his bullying had escalated to a new, uncomfortable level. He took to slamming locker doors and banging on desks, his deep, guttural laughter echoing through the building. His appetite was insatiable, not just for food, but for power and dominance. Dave tried to keep his head down, to ignore the sideways glances and the way Mark's gaze lingered on him when he thought he wasn't looking. But it was getting harder and harder to pretend that everything was normal. The air between them was thick with the scent of something unspoken, a tension that was as palpable as the thick bulge in Mark's pants. One evening, as they were getting ready to clock out, Mark sauntered over to Dave's desk, his muscles rippling beneath his tight shirt. "You up for some combat training?" Mark asked, his grin predatory. Dave felt his heart rate spike. "Sure," he managed, swallowing hard. He couldn't refuse, not with the way Mark's eyes were burning into him. They made their way to the empty training room, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the mats. Mark's workout gear clung to his body like a second skin, showcasing every inch of his newfound power. His oversized triple XL fit more like a compression shirt, each muscle rolling with pure strength and a primal energy. Dave couldn't help but stare at the thick bulge that dominated the front of his shorts, his own cock stirring in his pants despite his fear. They began to wrestle, Mark's massive body pressing down on him, his pecs pushing into Dave's face, smothering him. The scent of sweat and musk filled Dave's nose, making his head spin. He could feel the heat of Mark's cock against his thigh, a thick, heavy presence that seemed to pulse in time with his racing heart. Mark's grunts grew louder, his breath hot against Dave's ear, as he used his newfound strength to pin him down. Dave's arms flailed, trying to push Mark off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Mark's muscles bulged and rolled, each flex sending a fresh wave of panic through his body. A small part of Dave liked the friction, the feeling of being crushed by this mountain of a man, but Dave pushed those thoughts away. And then, Mark leaned in closer, his teeth bared, his eyes burning with an intensity that was almost sexual. "Give up?" he whispered, his breath hot against Dave's cheek. Dave nodded, his face buried in Mark's chest, the fabric of his shirt damp with sweat. The pressure on his lungs was unbearable, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Mark's grin grew wider, and he let out a low growl of victory before releasing his hold, allowing Dave to stumble to his feet, gasping for air. "You're getting weaker, Dave," Mark said, his voice a taunt. He bounced his pecs, the fabric of the shirt moving. “Or maybe I’m just getting stronger” Mark sneered, his hand caressing his abs. Dave stepped back, trying to put some distance between them. His eyes were on Mark's crotch, where the bulge had grown even more pronounced during their struggle. "What the hell is happening to you?" he whispered, his voice shaking. "You're just not keeping up," Mark said with a smirk, adjusting himself. He flexed his arms, the muscles swelling before Dave's eyes. "It's all part of the evolution, buddy." The tension in the room was palpable, the air crackling with it. Dave couldn't tear his gaze away from Mark, his mind racing. He had to figure out what was happening, had to find a way to stop it before it was too late. The days turned into weeks, and Mark's appetites grew more and more insatiable. His need for dominance, for power, was like a black hole, sucking in everything around him. The whispers grew louder, the fear more pronounced. The other officers talked in hushed tones about Mark's late-night escapades, the way he had of making anyone who crossed his path submit to his will. Dave felt like he was watching a horror movie, unable to look away from the screen, even as the monster grew closer. One night, after a particularly nasty call, they found themselves alone before heading back to the station. The silence was a living thing, wrapping around them like a noose. Mark leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, his biceps bulging. "So, what's the deal, Mark?" Rachel asked, her voice tight with tension. "You're not exactly subtle anymore." Mark's grin was feral. "What can I say?" He flexed his arms, his sleeves straining at the seams. "I'm just...more." Dave felt his own body respond to the sight, his cock thickening despite the fear that was a constant companion. "You're not just...evolving," he said, his voice low. "You're becoming something else." Rachel nodded, her eyes on Mark's bulge. "It's like you're feeding on...something." Mark's smile grew wider. "Maybe I am." He stepped closer to Rachel, his massive form casting a shadow over her. "But you know what, Rachel? It's not just about the power." His hand brushed her arm, the touch electric. "It's about the thrill of the hunt. The taste of fear. The rush of...conquest." His eyes flicked to Dave, a knowing look in them. Rachel took a step back, her hand moving to her gun. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying," Mark growled, his voice dropping an octave, "that I want more." The door to the room slammed open, and Mark was on the criminal in a heartbeat, his massive body moving with a fluid grace that was almost inhuman. The thug didn't stand a chance, his eyes widening in terror as Mark's hands closed around his neck. Rachel watched in awe as Mark lifted the man with one hand, his muscles flexing like steel cables. The sound of bone cracking filled the room, and the criminal dropped to the floor, unconscious. Mark stood over him, his chest heaving, his erection tenting his shorts. "You okay, Rachel?" he asked, not bothering to hide his arousal. Rachel nodded, her eyes wide. "Yeah," she managed. "But you...you're..." Mark's grin was smug. "Yeah, I know." He adjusted his crotch, his hand lingering. "It's part of the package." As they dragged the thug out to the cruisher, Dave couldn't help but feel like a third wheel, his body responding in ways he didn't understand. Mark's scent was in the air, a heady mix of sweat and something...else. It made his blood boil, his cock pulse. In the car on the way back to the station, the tension was thick. Mark sat in the back, his thighs spread, his bulge a challenge. Rachel kept sneaking glances at him in the rearview mirror, her expression a mix of fear and desire. Dave's mind raced. How had his friend become this...this creature? And what did it mean for all of them? The ride was a silent battle of wills, Mark's power a living, breathing presence in the car. His hand drifted down to his crotch, a casual gesture that was anything but. Rachel's eyes flicked to the rearview, watching his hand as it began to move. Dave's eyes were glued to the road, but he could feel the heat coming off Mark in waves. Dave swore he heard Mark mutter “God, I need to fuck” to himself. When they pulled into the station, Mark was fully hard, his cock a thick, angry beast that seemed to demand attention, throbbing against his pants. Rachel's breath was shallow, her hand shaking as she opened the elevator door. "I...I think I'll take the next one," she said, her voice shaky, yet turned on. Mark's grin was pure predator. "Chicken," he said, his voice a dark promise. Dave followed Mark into the precinct, his mind racing. He had to get to the bottom of this, before it was too late for all of them. The whispers grew into shouts, the fear in the station a tangible force. Mark's appetites were no longer a secret, and the officers talked openly of his nightly escapades. The rumors of his monstrous size grew more and more outlandish, his feats of strength the stuff of legend. Dave couldn't help but feel a mix of dread and fascination as he watched Mark from a distance. His body was a testament to the power that surged through him, his every move a silent declaration of his dominance. When the day's patrols were done, and the night shift was about to begin, they made their way to the locker room. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and musk, the room dimly lit by flickering fluorescents. Mark's underwear clung to him like a second skin, the grey fabric stretched to the breaking point. His cock was a massive, heavy presence, the head of it visible even through the tight fabric. His ass was a sculpted marvel, the muscles there so defined they looked like they could crack walnuts. As he turned to head into his own shower, Dave couldn't help but stare, his heart racing. The sight of Mark's glutes flexing, the fabric of his underwear barely covering them, was almost too much to bear. The bulge of his cock and balls was obscene, a promise of things to come that both terrified and excited him. The water from the showers steamed up the room, creating a fog that made it difficult to see. Mark's form was like a specter, moving through the mist with the grace of a predator. His deep, resonant laugh echoed off the tiles, sending a shiver down Dave's spine. The sound of his body slapping against the walls, the water beating down on his flesh, was a symphony of power. Dave could almost feel the energy radiating off him, a force that was as irresistible as it was terrifying. And then, the moaning started. It grew in volume, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to resonate through the very floor. Mark's hand was moving rapidly, the slap of flesh against flesh punctuating the silence like a drumbeat. "Fuck, I'm so big," he growled, his voice so low it was almost a bass note. "So fucking big." He let out a low guttural groan, moaning “So strong, fuck I’m huge.” Dave's own cock stirred in his pants, a traitorous response to the sound of Mark's pleasure. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he willed his body to behave. But it was like trying to hold back a river with his bare hands. The sounds grew louder, more intense, and Dave knew he couldn't take much more. Mark kept grunting “big, so big” with each slap of his flesh, not caring at all that his coworker was only a few stalls away and could hear him indulging in his size kink. Mark’s low whispers of “more” echoed throughout the locker room. Dave imagined Mark flexing with one arm while working himself with the other. What would it be like, he wondered, to stare up at Mark’s massive pecs in the shower and watch the beast get off on his own size? Suddenly, it stopped. The silence was deafening, and Dave's heart hammered in his chest. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building, Mark came. The sound was like thunder, echoing through the locker room, setting the towels hanging from the racks trembling. The shower stall was filled with a spray of cum, so much more than the last time. It was like a declaration of war, a sign of his dominance that could not be ignored. The steam lifted the smell of sex and Mark’s sheer power, amplifying it in the small locker room. The water turned off, and the shower stall door slammed open. Mark emerged, his body gleaming with water, his cock still semi-erect and straining against his towel. He didn't bother to towel off, the water beading on his skin, running down his chest in rivulets. His eyes found Dave, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice still that of a beast. Drops of cum dripped down onto the ground as he sauntered to his locker. Dave forced himself to look away, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire. He couldn't let Mark know the effect he was having on him. He couldn't let him see the conflict raging inside. The tension in the locker room was thick enough to cut with a knife. The air was heavy with the scent of Mark's musk, his power a palpable presence that seemed to coat everything. The other officers avoided the showers now, choosing to clean up at home rather than face the monster that lurked within. Dave's eyes drifted to the shower stall Mark had just vacated. The floor was a sea of cum, the white tile gleaming with the evidence of his monstrous orgasm. The force of it had been so intense that there was a hand-shaped hole in the tiles, the plaster around it cracked and chipped. It was as if the very essence of Mark's new nature had been expelled from his body, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. The cum was everywhere, a testament to Mark's insatiable hunger. It coated the walls of the stall, spattered on the floor, and even a rogue glob clung to the ceiling, defying gravity. The sight of it made Dave's own cock twitch in his pants, his mind racing with unwelcome images of Mark's massive cock. A droplet of cum fell from above, landing on his forehead, cool and sticky. He swiped at it, disgust and fascination warring within him. The scent of it was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and something else, something primal and overwhelming. He couldn't help but lean closer, his nose flaring as he took in the scent. And there it was, a trail of cum leading from the shower to Mark's locker, like a grim breadcrumb path in a twisted fairytale. The underwear lay discarded in the trash, shredded and stained, a sad testament to the struggle it had endured trying to contain the beast that was Mark. Against his better judgment, Dave reached into the bin and pulled out the ruined fabric. It was soaked with cum and sweat, the material clinging to his hand like a desperate lover. He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was a punch to the gut, a mix of musk and salt that made his cock pulse with a need he didn't fully understand. He shoved the underwear into his pocket, telling himself it was for evidence, but knowing deep down it was because he craved that connection to Mark. The tank top lay discarded under the bench, a puddle of sweat spreading out around it like a dark stain. Dave's eyes traced the path of the stain, his thoughts racing. He leaned down, his hand hovering over the fabric. He could almost feel the warmth of Mark's body, the power that emanated from his sweat. He took a deep breath, then brought the fabric to his mouth, tentatively at first, then with more hunger. He licked the salty wetness, the taste of Mark's sweat on his tongue. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before, a cocktail of desire and fear that made his heart race. With trembling hands, he folded the tank top, his cock now painfully hard. He tucked it into his bag, trying to ignore the way it bulged against his thigh. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and lust, his body betraying his fear with every beat of his pulse. As he left the station that night, the weight of the tank top and underwear in his bag was like a secret burden. He couldn't help but glance over his shoulder, expecting to see Mark's eyes on him, to feel his presence like a shadow at his back. But the precinct was quiet, the night outside a stark contrast to the tumult inside him. At home, Dave spread the items out on his bed, the scent of Mark's sweat filling the room. He took out his own cock, stroking it as he thought of his partner's monstrous form, his powerful body, and the sounds he had made in the shower, imagining Mark’s massive muscular body in the state of ejaculation. The image was as terrifying as it was arousing, and he couldn't help but wonder if he would get to experience the beast and see the man’s cock for himself. The thought made him come with a moan that was part fear, part yearning. The next day, the whispers grew louder, the fear more pronounced. Mark's power was no longer a secret, and the precinct was divided. Some were in awe of him, while others talked of transferring. The air was charged, the tension a living, breathing entity that no one knew how to deal with. And through it all, Mark strutted like a peacock, his muscles flexing, his cock a constant presence. Every time he saw Dave, that knowing smirk played on his lips, as if he could read the dark desires that swirled in his mind. Dave felt his resolve wavering, his fear giving way to something else. As they patrolled the streets, Dave couldn't help but watch Mark, his eyes drawn to the bulge in his partner's pants. The way his muscles rippled with every move, the power that rolled off him in waves. It was like watching a wild animal, untamed and dangerous. And he couldn't deny that he was drawn to it, his body responding in ways he didn't dare acknowledge. Their calls grew more violent, the criminals bolder. It was as if the city itself knew that something had changed, that there was a new predator on the prowl. Mark reveled in it, his appetites growing with each victory, each show of power. And with every victory, his body grew more massive, more primal. Dave knew he couldn't ignore the truth much longer. Mark was becoming something other than human, and he was taking everyone along for the ride. He had to figure out what was happening, had to find a way to stop it before it was too late. But as he stared into the abyss that was his partner's transformation, he couldn't help but feel a part of himself leaning in for a closer look. Three weeks passed, and Dave found himself on an undercover assignment that took him away from the precinct, from Mark's terrifying embrace. It was a relief to be gone, but the fear remained, a constant knot in his stomach that no amount of food or sleep could loosen. He threw himself into his work, losing himself in the underbelly of the city, trying to find some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. When he returned, the changes were immediately apparent. Mark had grown even larger, his muscles more defined, his eyes a piercing blue that seemed to see through to Dave's very soul. His voice was a deep, rumbling bass that made the floor tremble, his presence a palpable force that was impossible to ignore. The other officers looked at him with a mix of awe and fear, their whispers even more fervent than before. Dave couldn't help but stare as Mark sailed through the station, his steps powerful and sure. The tank top and underwear that Dave had stolen had been so snug on Mark’s body three weeks ago would now laughably small, relics of a past that seemed like a distant memory. Mark's cock was a constant presence, a thick, pulsing reminder of his dominance, thrumming against his pants. And yet, as Dave watched him, he felt his own body responding, his cock growing hard in his pants. It was as if Mark's very essence was a drug, addictive and all-consuming. The tension between them was unbearable, a tightrope stretched to breaking point. Every pat-down, every handcuffing, was a dance of power and submission, a silent conversation that neither of them could escape. And when the sergeant called them into his office, Dave knew the moment of truth had arrived. The look in Mark's eyes was one of pure challenge, his smile a promise of things to come. The door to the sergeant's office slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing in the small room. Mark leaned against the desk, his muscles bulging. Mark’s pecs flexed, his powerful, basketball sized deltoids threatening to tear his uniform. "Well, Dave," he said, his voice a low purr, "You're back. Did you miss me?" Dave swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Mark's crotch. "Yeah," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I did." The sergeant entered and cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice strained, "We need to talk about the...incidents." Mark's grin was unbearable, a knowing smirk that spoke volumes. He stood up straight, his body now a towering 8 feet of pure, unbridled power. His tan skin stretched over muscles that seemed to have a life of their own, each ridge and vein popping with the slightest movement. His uniform was a joke, the fabric straining against his massive frame, threatening to tear at any moment. Dave couldn't help but stare at Mark's face, his jaw now square and heavy with muscle, his nose slightly flattened as if it had been broken one too many times. His eyes, those piercing blue orbs, bore into him, reading his every thought. His hair had grown thicker, longer, and darker, brushing his broad shoulders in a way that made him look more beast than man. The sergeant's desk looked like a child's playset next to Mark, his bulging biceps resting on the edge, his hands massive and powerful. His neck was thick and corded, the tendons standing out as he spoke, and his chest was a broad plateau of muscle, the deep grooves of his abs leading down to the waistband of his pants. His uniform was stretched out so thin it was almost see through. He spoke, a low rumble, his tendons moving like piano keys as his jaw flexed “What incidents…sir?” The sergeant's voice grew firmer. "Mark, your...condition is becoming a problem." Mark's eyes narrowed, his teeth bared in a snarl. "Problem?" he rumbled, his voice a low, threatening growl. Dave's eyes dropped to Mark's crotch, where the bulge was now monstrous. It was like a beast waiting to be unleashed, pulsing and heavy with promise. The scent of Mark's power filled the room, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to think. The sergeant leaned back in his chair, his hand hovering over the phone. "We need to get you some help," he said, his voice shaking. Mark leaned in, his massive frame casting a shadow over the desk. "Do you?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper. "Or do you just need to get out of my way?" The room was silent, the air electric. Dave's heart hammered in his chest, his eyes flicking from Mark to the sergeant and back again. He could see the fear in the sergeant's eyes, the desperate attempt to maintain control. And then, with a sudden, explosive movement, Mark's hand shot out, grabbing the sergeant by the throat. The chair toppled backward, the sound of it hitting the floor lost in the roar of Mark's anger. "I don't need help," he snarled. "What I need is to be left alone." Dave took a step back, his hand going to his gun. "Mark, please," he said, his voice shaking. "Don't do this." Mark's gaze never left the sergeant's face, his grip tightening. "You're all just...so small," he said, his voice filled with disgust. "So weak." He released the sergeant with a shove, the older man wheezing and clutching at his throat. "But look at what I've become," Mark said, flexing his arms. His biceps bulged, each one easily the size of a watermelon. The room seemed to shrink around him as he stepped closer to Dave, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "This is what keeps the scum of this city in line," he said, his eyes blazing. Dave could feel angry heat radiating off the man as he stared up at Mark, the beast’s chest blocking his view of the rugged yet handsome animalistic face. The sergeant coughed, struggling to stand. The other officers in the room took a collective step back, their fear palpable. Mark didn't seem to notice or care. "This," he said, slapping his chest, "This is power. I am power.” The precinct had grown quiet, the only sounds Mark's heavy breathing and the distant sirens. "I've done what none of you could," he continued, his voice a deep rumble. "I've made this city safer. And it's all because of what I am." Dave's hand hovered over his gun, his mind racing. He could feel the tension in the room, the fear and awe of Mark's fellow officers. The monster before him was a stark reminder of the man he'd once called a friend. With a sneer, Mark bent down to Dave's level, his breath hot and damp against his ear. "You want to stop me?" he whispered. "You couldn't even if you tried." Chills raced down Dave’s spine as Mark’s low rumble ran through him. Dave didn't move, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew Mark was right. The power that surged through Mark's veins was something he could never hope to match. No prison could hold him, hell, he had watched Mark punch through a solid concrete, rebar reinforced door to make an arrest just the other day. Bullets seemed to have no impact on the man, aside from making him angry. The other officers murmured in agreement, their voices a mix of admiration and dread. The sergeant managed to straighten his tie, his eyes never leaving Mark's. "We're not questioning your effectiveness," he said, his voice hoarse. "But we need to...understand what's happening." Mark's smile was cold, his eyes gleaming with a feral light. "What's happening," he said, "Is that I'm evolving. And you're all just...stuck here." The room was silent for a moment, then the murmurs grew again, the officers looking at each other with a mix of fear and fascination. The sergeant opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. With a sigh, Mark turned away, his massive back a wall of muscle that seemed to block out the light. "Fine," he said, his voice echoing in the small space. "But know this: I am the law now. And no one, not even you," he said, jabbing a finger in the sergeant's direction, "Can control me." The sergeant nodded, his face pale. The others murmured their agreement, their eyes downcast. Mark had made his point, and it was clear he was in charge now. As everyone else slowly filed out of the room, Dave remained by his desk, his heart still racing. He stared at the mountain of paperwork that had piled up over the weeks, trying to focus on anything but the monster that Mark had become. His eyes kept drifting to the bulge in Mark's pants, the reminder of his power an unwelcome distraction. He picked up a pen, trying to ignore the scent of Mark's musk that seemed to cling to everything. His hand was shaking, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The whispers grew quieter as the officers returned to their duties, the weight of Mark's words hanging in the air. Dave started filling out forms, his mind racing. He had to find out more about this transformation, had to understand it. And he had to do it before Mark lost what was left of his humanity. The precinct was a minefield of glances and whispers. Everyone knew what had happened in the sergeant's office, and everyone was giving him a wide berth. Rachel avoided his gaze as she passed by, her eyes haunted. She knew, too. Hours ticked by and it was late. Everyone left, the only ones left in the bullpen were Dave and the silverfish. The paperwork was a blur, his thoughts consumed by Mark. How could he have let it get this far? How could he have missed the signs? And what the hell was he supposed to do now? The sound of the locker room door slammed shut, jolting Dave from his thoughts. He froze, his hand hovering over the paperwork. That wasn't right. Mark had left for his shift hours ago. He looked around, the precinct unusually quiet. Most of the officers were out on patrol, leaving the station almost deserted. His heart pounded as he heard the unmistakable sounds of movement, of something heavy and powerful coming from the locker room. Slowly, he pushed his chair back, the squeak of the wheels seeming to echo through the empty halls. He tiptoed down the corridor, his hand on his gun, his senses on high alert. The sounds grew clearer, more defined: the thump of heavy footsteps, the grunt of effort, the rustle of fabric. He reached the locker room door and pressed his ear to the cool metal, listening. The door was slightly ajar, the light from the room spilling out into the hallway. He could see shadows moving, hear the occasional clang of metal on metal. His heart racing, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open just a crack. The sight that greeted him was one he'd never expected. Mark was there, standing in the center of the room, his body even more massive than it had been that morning. His enormous legs were apart, knees slightly bent, his feet planted firmly on the ground, as if he were daring the very earth to move. His head was thrown back, his teeth bared in a snarl, as he flexed his muscles. He was wearing a tank top that was several sizes too small, the threads already starting to snap, tears in the fabric imminent. His thin underwear was barely holding on, the boxer briefs looking more like posers from the back, the massive globes of Mark’s ass swallowing the fabric. He loomed over someone, and when he grunted with his next flex and breath, he moved just enough to let Dave recognize the face. Officer Ted Reynolds standing before him, his eyes wide and his mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. His own hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with Mark's flexes. The rookie's head barely came up to the middle of Mark's abs, and he looked like a child next to the towering behemoth. He stared at the beast, transfixed. Mark rolled his enormous shoulders and flexed his arm, pointing his elbow to the sky and exposing a deep armpit lush with hair, the stale air immediately becoming permeated with his musky, sweaty, heady scent. Mark growled “fuckkkk” as his scent hit the air, the beast enjoying his scent and dominance. Mark then grinned cockily and shifted his pose, flexing a double biceps while staring at himself in the mirror, seemingly ignoring Reynolds in front of him while letting out low moans and growls. The chain around his neck bulged, the metal threatening to snap under all the powerful tendons and muscles. When Mark spread his lats, Dave heard a snap, the thick muscle destroying the flimsy excuse for a shirt. Mark's tank top was in tatters, his massive chest hairy and powerful, the muscles there flexing and rolling like the ocean. Each pec jutted out a foot in front of Mark, the thick mounds of meat throbbing like they were begging to be touched. Mark’s chest heaved with each deep breath as he rubbed his hands up and down his abs, his electric eyes transfixed on his form. He snarled and bounced the pecs in sync three times, his eyes delighting in the sensation. He then squeezed his pec with his massive veined hand, almost kneading it. The fabric of his underwear was stretched to the breaking point, the outline of his cock and balls clearly visible. It was like a cloth cage, desperately trying to contain the beast that was Mark. Dave heard a low snarl rumble out, “Did you bring a tribute for your alpha?” He watched as Reynolds nodded, the rookie breathlessly whispering “Yes. I sent $3000.” Mark rumbled a low growl “Good boy” followed by a slow, sharp inhale and another pose. Dave's own cock twitched in his pants, the sight of Mark's power too much to ignore. He watched, transfixed, as Mark's muscles bulged and grew, his body a sculpture of raw, primal need. The air was thick with the scent of musk and desire, the room pulsing with it. Mark leered down at Reynolds, Reynold’s face partially blocked by Mark’s pecs. Then, with a smirk that was all teeth, Mark flexed again, bouncing his pecs and ripping through the remaining shredded fabric of his top. "Worship me," he growled, the sound vibrating the very air around him. Reynolds, eyes glazed with lust, began to rub his hands over Mark's bulging biceps, his voice trembling as he spoke, "You're so big, Mark. The biggest alpha I've ever seen." Mark laughed darkly, growling “Yeah, I am. No one is this big, are they?” He flexed and his cock strained against his grey underwear, the fabric now soaked with the precum that leaked from his beast of a cock. His pre was like a beacon, calling out to those who dared to approach. It was a declaration of his power, a scent that spoke of his dominance. Reynolds' hands moved from the biceps to Mark's abs, tracing the deep grooves, his own cock now rock hard against Mark's tree trunk of a thigh. He leaned in, pressing his face against the massive slab of muscle, his tongue darting out to lick at the salty sweat that coated Mark's skin. "You're so...so big," he murmured, his voice muffled by the wall of flesh. Mark chuckled, his deep, rumbling laugh echoing in the locker room. "That's right," he said, flexing again, his abs tightening so that Reynolds' face was pushed back. "I'm huge, aren't I?" The rookie nodded, his eyes glazed with lust as he stared up at Mark. "Yes," he whispered. "You're the biggest...the strongest." Mark's chest swelled with pride, his cock pulsing in response to the worship. He grabbed Reynolds by the back of the neck, pulling him closer. "Keep going," he urged, his voice a low growl. "Worship me. All of me." With a grin that was all teeth, he picked the rookie up and pushed the man’s face into the valley between his pecs. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room as he squeezed, his massive biceps bulging with the effort. "Look how big I am," Mark moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Can you feel it?" Reynolds' muffled cries of pleasure were all the answer Mark needed, rubbing the small man against his expansive pecs and abs. He squeezed harder, his chest muscles flexing and rippling. The rookie's hands roamed over his body, feeling the power beneath the skin, tracing the veins that stood out like highways on a map of power. Mark's cock grew even harder, straining against the fabric of his underwear, desperate to be released. Finally, with a grunt, Mark set Reynolds down on his trembling legs. He stood to his full height, no longer crouching with his head brushing the ceiling, his chest heaving. His cock was now above the rookie's face, the fabric of his underwear dark with precum, leaking a trail down to the floor. "Look at me," he demanded, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger. "Look how huge I am." Reynolds looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. He reached out a shaking hand, tracing the outline of Mark's cock through the soaked fabric. "I...I can't believe it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. Mark's smile grew wider, his teeth sharp and pointed. "You'd better," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Because this is just the beginning." The precinct was forgotten, the fear of discovery a distant memory. Mark's hunger was all-consuming, his need for power and dominance a beast that demanded to be fed. He stepped closer, the scent of his arousal thick in the air, his pre leaking onto the floor, creating a sticky path that led to him. Reynolds' hand trembled as he reached up, his fingertips brushing against the wet fabric. He looked up, his eyes meeting Mark's, and for a moment, they shared a silent understanding. Mark was no longer just a man. He was something more, something primal and unstoppable. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the precinct, Mark's underwear gave way. The fabric tore like paper, unable to contain the monstrous cock that sprang forth, thick and veiny. It was a beast unto itself, angry and demanding, a symbol of his unbridled power. Dave's eyes widened as he took in the sight from the crack in the door. He'd never seen anything so...so terrifyingly huge. Mark's cock was easily bigger than the size of Mark’s forearm, the mushroom-shaped head pulsing with every beat of his heart. His balls were massive, hanging low and heavy, the sound of them churning with cum a symphony of desire that filled the room. The scent hit him like a wall, a fog of sweat, musk, and cum that was almost overpowering. It was the smell of a creature in rut, a scent that called to the most basic instincts within him. His own cock grew harder, straining against his pants, betraying his fear with a throb of pure, primal need. Mark's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the head coming to rest just above Reynold's face. The rookie's eyes were glued to the shaft, his tongue darting out to catch the first drops of precum that fell from the tip. He looked up at Mark, his eyes wide with wonder, and for a moment, it was as if he saw a god standing before him. And then, with a groan that seemed to shake the room, Mark began to stroke himself, the motion slow and deliberate, Mark staring at his reflection of his massive cock and muscles, a predatory hunger shining in his eyes. The sound of his hand moving along his length was like a wet slap, echoing through the locker room. His pre spilled out, a river of it cascading onto Reynolds's face, coating him in the scent of the alpha's power. Mark stared at Reynolds’s pre covered face, spurred on by his own power. Dave watched, his own hand moving to his own cock, unable to resist the urge to touch himself. He could feel the heat of Mark's arousal, the raw, unfiltered lust that washed over him. It was as if he was in the room with them, a participant in their twisted ritual of worship. Mark's hand moved faster, his strokes becoming more erratic. His eyes never left Reynolds's, the two of them locked in a dance of dominance and submission. "Fuck," Mark grunted, his voice low and guttural. "I'm so big." Reynolds nodded, his hands trembling as they moved up to Mark's abs, his fingers tracing the thick veins that led to the source of his power. He leaned in, his mouth open, his tongue flicking out to catch the precum that leaked from Mark's cock. With a snarl, Mark grabbed the rookie's head, forcing it closer to his cock. "Worship me," he demanded, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Tell me how big I am." Reynolds moaned, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as he licked and kissed Mark's shaft, his tongue tracing the thick veins that stood out like cords of steel. "So...so big," he murmured, his voice muffled by the flesh that surrounded him. "You're a monster." The words hung in the air, a declaration of truth that seemed to only serve to fuel Mark's desire. He threw his head back, his teeth bared in a snarl of ecstasy as he stroked himself, the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh like a drumbeat of lust. With his other arm, he flexed his bicep, a symbol of his power. With a roar, Mark grabbed Reynold's head with both hands, the rookie's eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "You want it?" he demanded, his voice a deep, guttural growl. "You want this monster cock?" Reynolds nodded frantically, his eyes never leaving Mark's. "Yes," he whispered, his voice a hoarse plea. "I want it. I want you." And with that, Mark's cock was in Reynold's mouth, the rookie's eyes watering as he took the massive head. His cheeks hollowed as he tried to swallow, his throat stretching around the girth of Mark's cock. The sound of his gagging was music to Mark's ears, his strokes growing more erratic as he watched the man beneath him struggle to take him all. A sick grin twisted on Mark’s face as he basked in the pleasure. Reynold's eyes rolled back in his head, his body trembling as Mark's cock pistoned in and out of his mouth, his throat tightening around the thick shaft. He could feel the heat of Mark's balls against his chin, the weight of his power a heavy burden he bore with pride. Their eyes met again, Mark's filled with a fierce, possessive need that sent a shiver down Dave's spine. He watched as Mark's strokes grew faster, the veins in his cock pulsing with each thrust. The muscles in his abs clenched and released, his whole body a symphony of power and desire. The scent of cum filled the air, thick and pungent, making Dave's own cock throb in his pants. He watched, his hand moving faster as Mark's face contorted with pleasure, his teeth bared in a snarl that was more beast than man. With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the precinct, Mark pulled out of Reynold's mouth and stepped back. The rookie gasped for air, his cheeks flushed and eyes watering. Mark's cock bobbed in the air, thick and angry, the pre dripping from it like a waterfall. With a swift, almost casual motion, Mark grabbed Reynold's body with one hand, hoisting him up as if he weighed nothing. The rookie's legs dangled in the air, his hands grasping at Mark's bicep for support. "You want more?" Mark growled, his voice deep and primal, “I’ll fuck you if you want”. Reynold's nodded eagerly, his mouth open in a silent plea for more. And then, with a grin that was all teeth, Mark positioned the rookie's ass over his cock and, with a single, powerful thrust, buried himself to the hilt, letting out a long “fuckkkkk” as his eyes became hooded with pleasure. The sound that escaped from Reynold's mouth was somewhere between a scream and a moan, the pressure on Dave's cock unbearable as he watched Mark's body flex and tighten, his muscles rippling with the effort. Mark's free hand moved to his own bicep, flexing it as he stared at the massive mound of flesh. "Big," he murmured, the word a growl that seemed to resonate through the room. He brought his nose to his bicep, inhaling deeply. "Beast," he whispered, the word a declaration of his power. "I'm a fucking huge beast." Dave's hand stilled on his own cock, the sight of Mark's unbridled lust and power too much to bear. He watched as Mark began to fuck Reynold's ass with long, slow strokes, the rookie's body moving up and down like a ragdoll on the end of a string. The sound of their bodies slapping together was a rhythm of dominance, a beat that seemed to echo through the very walls of the precinct. Mark stood in front of the mirror as he moved Reynolds up and down his shaft, staring at the sight in the reflective surface. His eyes ablaze with something primal as he watched himself use the smaller officer like a fuck toy. Mark’s moans of “look at me” echo through the locker room’s metallic surfaces as he is turned on by his own raw power. “Fucking look at me, I’m enormous” he laughs as he drives Reynolds up and down his massive member. Reynold's moans grew louder, his body trembling with each thrust. Mark's hand moved faster, his cock disappearing and reappearing in the rookie's ass, a blur of motion that was almost hypnotic. The sight of it was too much, and Dave felt his own orgasm building, his body responding to the raw, primal display before him. Mark's eyes never left his reflection in the locker room mirror, his gaze intense and focused. He was a creature of power, a beast that had shed the shackles of humanity. His strokes grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as he approached the edge. With a final sniff of his own armpit, Mark's nostrils flared, his eyes rolling back in his head. He roared, his body tensing as he released his seed. The sound of cum spurting was like a thunderclap in the small room, the scent of it suddenly overpowering. The rookie's body convulsed in orgasm, his own cum spraying out to mingle with Mark's on the locker room floor. The room was bathed in the sticky evidence of their union, the air thick with the scent of sex and power. With a final grunt, Mark pulled out, his cock still pulsing with his cum. He set Reynold's down gently, the rookie's legs buckling as he tried to stand. The smaller man was a wreck, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his body covered in a sheen of sweat and cum. Reynold's chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked up at Mark, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. "Thank you," he murmured, the words barely audible. Mark looked down at him, his own chest heaving, his muscles still flexing with the aftermath of his climax. He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "You're welcome," he said, his voice a rumble. "But remember, this is just the beginning." He stepped back, and continued to spew out cum. Minutes later, with his cock finally going semi- hard, the last drops of cum drip onto the floor. The room was a mess, the floor a sticky tapestry of lust and power. Dave swallowed hard, his hand still wrapped around his own cock, the stickiness on his hand a reminder of what he'd just witnessed. As Mark pulled on a clean pair of underwear and a uniform, Dave couldn't help but stare at the trail of cum that led from the locker room to the shower. He knew he'd have to clean it up, but he couldn't bring himself to move, his legs feeling like jelly. He watches Mark struggle to put on a compression shirt and perhaps it was the sheen of sweat covering Mark’s body and a trick of the light, but he swore he saw Mark’s muscles bulge and swell with power, almost as if they were getting bigger. When Mark left through the back door, the tension in the room dissipated slightly, allowing Dave to catch his breath. He quickly stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, and took in the scene. Cum was everywhere: on the benches, the lockers, and even splattered against the walls. It was as if a monster had been let loose in the precinct's most sacred space. The scent of Mark’s sweaty armpit still,hangs in the air, a musk that permeates the space. Reynold's was sitting on the floor, his legs spread out in front of him, his own cum mixing with the puddle that had formed around him. His eyes were closed, a blissful smile on his face. "You okay?" Dave asked, his voice cracking slightly. Reynold's opened his eyes, a far-off look in them. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "He's so...so big." Dave looked down, his gaze following the trail of Mark's cum to where it ended between the rookie's legs. The sight of it made him shiver, his own cock still half-hard in his pants. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "What happened here?" he asked, playing the part of the oblivious cop who had just returned from a call. Reynold's looked up at him, his eyes glazed with a mix of lust and fear. "It was...amazing," he whispered, his cheeks flushing. "He's so powerful." Dave nodded, his hand still wrapped around the doorknob. "I can see that," he said, his voice flat. He took a step into the room, the floor sticky under his shoes. The scent of sex and power was overwhelming, a heady aroma that seemed to cling to his skin. He took another deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. Reynold's looked up at him, his expression a mix of awe and terror. "You should...you should see him," he murmured. "He's like a god." Dave nodded, his eyes never leaving the rookie's. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But for now, let's just get cleaned up." He walked over to the supply closet and grabbed a mop and some cleaning supplies. The sound of his own footsteps echoed through the locker room, the only other noise the occasional drip of cum from the ceiling hitting the floor. He knew he had to act fast, before anyone else came back from patrol. He started with the benches, the mop sticking to the cum as he moved it back and forth. The sound of fabric against flesh was almost obscene in the quiet room, the only other sounds his own ragged breaths and the occasional whimper from Reynolds, who was still experiencing aftershocks of pleasure from the orgasm. “He’s such a beast,” said Reynolds in a blissed out sigh of satisfaction “and he’s going to get bigger.” Dave stared at the ground, not sure if the precinct or even city could handle a bigger Mark, but torn with a twisted desire to see Mark even more powerful. As he worked, he couldn't help but think about Mark's transformation, about the power that now pulsed through the precinct like a living entity. He knew that he was a part of it now, a witness to something that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Finally, the room was as clean as he could make it, the evidence of Mark's dominance all but erased. Cracked tiles in the shape of a hand were stuck in the wall He helped Reynold's to his feet, the rookie leaning heavily on him. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle. Reynold's nodded, his eyes still glazed with desire. "More than okay," he murmured. "I feel so—he felt so good. I've never felt so alive." Dave couldn't argue with that. The air in the locker room was charged, the very essence of power and submission hanging in the air like a thick fog. He knew that Mark was no longer just a man, no longer just a coworker. He was something else entirely, something that none of them could ever fully comprehend. And as he guided Reynold's out of the locker room and back to the precinct's bullpen, he couldn't shake the feeling that their lives had just changed forever. To be continued.

“Perry, come over here to my cubicle. I promise you that you won’t regret it.” “What are you going on about Jai? Are you fantasizing again?” “Oh, I don’t think it is a fantasy anymore my friend. I think it is about to become a reality.” Over the past few months, the two office coworkers began bonding over their love of muscle and how they would love to just start growing after a long shift to let off some steam. Perry turns the corner and notices that his Indian friend is looking a bit sweaty. “What is going on? Did you take something to make you sweat like this?” “Heh, uhm maybe? I may have gotten a hold of a secret drinky drink that may turn a puny little man like me into a competition ready beast.” He shows his buddy a bottle that he was drinking out of and shakes it a little, making it make a sloshing sound. “Oh? OHH! You are really going to do this here in the office?” “Mmm hmm. It doesn’t matter anyway, does it? You will get to see me grow and become a huge hulk. Then maybe...” “Oh, my gawd, you don’t have to finish that sentence.” Jai smiles as he feels his muscles starting to swell beneath his dress shirt and pants. He can feel his feet straining in his shoes as he stands up and looks around. Perry tries to hide his growing erection, but his cute Indian coworker knows that he is getting excited. He takes his glasses off and puts them on his desk. “You don’t have to date a stereotypical skinny Indian IT guy anymore Perry. I will be your big hunky daddy and...err mm... ahh I think I am getting bigger down below.” They both look down at Jai’s swelling member, which is slowing moving down one of his expanding quads. The Indian is now starting to grip the sides of his cubicle, the veins in his hands are growing larger as they protrude up into his thickening forearms. Perry is starting to leak down his leg, leaving a wet spot in his own pants. “I... uhm...I shouldn’t want this to happen to you but...mmm...I do.” “I know what you want Perry. I want it too. I can already feel my testosterone levels increasing in my brain. Look how close I already am to bursting out of my clothes. I am starting to feel how big I am getting. This material does have some give to it, but enjoy how I look right now in them. This is all for us. Nobody else will ever have to know because they probably won’t recognize me after tonight.” The growing Indian manages to stop his transformation for the time being so he can let Perry take in the sights. He lets his coworker run his hands all over his sweat-stained shirt and pants, feeling each curve and pulsing vein, sighing as he tries to control his breathing and contain his excitement. It is clear that Jai has gained at least 30 pounds of muscle so far onto what was once a very slender frame. He leans in to plant a strong kiss on Perry’s lips, as they both embrace for a couple of minutes, letting his partner enjoy his warm body as his body hair thickens and he moans softly as he feels his facial hair growing and the hair on his head falls off onto the floor. “MMM...you are already so fucking sexy Jai. I can feel how round your pecs and biceps are getting through your shirt. Your handsome face is so much more manly now with the beard and the bald head.” “Heh, thank you cutie. This is fine if you wanted to be just a physique competitor, but I want to look like one of the big boys though. This is also fine if you want to appeal to the ladies too, but I want you, Perry, and I know that you want a lot of thick caramel beef to hold on to and play with.” Jai smiles as he puffs his chest out making a couple of the buttons fly off the top of his shirt. He then grunts as he hears some of the fabric ripping on his sleeves as his swollen biceps are partially freed. The top part of his growing pec shelf is visible now and making Perry lose his composure. “Ahh...that feels a little better. Oh, my guns are looking pretty good, but I need to make them bigger. I can feel my legs...” Jai’s swelling quads are now blasting the seams on his pants open. His bloated ass follows as it rips its way out of his underwear and starts to reveal itself as well. Perry is rubbing on the Indian’s huge tool, which is straining inside the fabric. Jai wants to flex so much as he feels his confidence building rapidly, but he can’t help but to revel in the feeling of hulking out of his clothing. “I think maybe you should move back a little for me Perry so I can outgrow this tiny space. Daddy Jai is ready to emerge and demand some more attention. Err...mmm...oh it feels so damn good...” Perry moves back a few steps as Jai grunts loudly feeling his entire body growing even larger. His feet blast through his shoes and socks as his thickening torso becomes too much for his shirt and it begins to rip in multiple spots. He growls in pleasure as his back splits his shirt down the middle and his lats start to flare wider, causing seams to rip. His pants are now being massacred by his expanding quads and his dick is starting to tear itself out the side of the fabric. “Oh, fuck Jai...I have dreamt of this before. Watching you turn into the man of my dreams is everything that I have ever wanted.” “Heh heh, I am going to be ready to step on a stage when I am done here babe. Look at how amazingly huge and striated I am getting. I can feel my abdominal wall getting so incredibly deep and wide.” He walks forward and moans as he big furry pecs become too much for his shirt and they launch a few more buttons across the cubicle. He barks as he bounces them and lifts his arms up into the air to feel his shirt literally rip open as he does a double bicep for Perry. His huge 22” cannons are now on full display as they rise in the air and harden, showing off their impressive vascularity. His partner marvels at his cavernous pits, which are filling to the brim with thick black fur. “I am... practically speechless Jai. You are so incredibly beautiful and massive.” The huge Indian bodybuilder stops posing for a few seconds to reach down and rip off his pants and his shirt. He then starts flexing his chest and legs for Perry, trying to emulate the huge beasts that he has idolized for quite some time. His big cock is now erect and leaking onto the floor. The cubicle is almost too small for the two men, but he is enjoying the fact that he has grown so much. “Am I big enough for you now Perry? I want you to put your hands all over me.” The stunned coworker is now rubbing his hands all over Jai’s impressive abdominal cavity and his huge heaving caramel-colored pecs as the big man leans down to kiss him again. He moans deeply as he picks him up in his arms to hold him against his huge body. They stay in this position for several minutes, exchanging saliva and enjoying each second together. He puts him back down and turns to let Perry see the back side of him. “Oh, my gawd Jai, you are mind-bogglingly gorgeous. What an incredible ass you have. Those hamstrings are really striated and I love your calves too.” “Yeah, I know. I think I have achieved the body I have always wanted.” He turns back around and kicks his shoes off to the side. He then turns to put his glasses back on, which are practically painted to his face now. He laughs. “Hmm, well I think I will need a new pair. These are about to snap in two with my muscular head.” Perry is petting his tool lovingly as he also gets more acquainted with his Indian partner’s incredibly huge well-developed quads, squeezing them with his hands. Jai can feel his balls getting really swollen and knows that he needs to release his boys really soon. He takes his glasses off again and puts them back on the desk as he also reaches for the bottle of whatever he was drinking earlier. “I saved some for you babe. I was not about to do this alone. I want to share my bodybuilding adventure with you, so we can both take over the competitions and make the other guys wish they were as huge as we are.” Perry takes the bottle from Jai’s hand and looks inside it. The aroma of the concoction permeates his nose and goes straight into his brain. He nearly falls over when the Indian beast reaches out to keep him up. He laughs a bit. “Whoa there Perry. I forgot to tell you that it had a strong smell. In case you didn’t notice, it has cum in it. It came from a warlock who is known to help out those who he deems worthy. He heard about us and felt that we deserved to be given this gift.” “A warlock? Hmm, I don’t know...uhm...damn it...I won’t be able to resist though. My mind is at war with what this stuff is already doing to me mentally.” He looks into Jai’s beautiful hazel eyes and starts to down the substance from the bottle. The huge beast pulls him into his arms again as Perry slowly strokes the huge hunk’s cock and finishes drinking the mixture. He throws it off to the side as the bottle hits one of the cubicles walls. “I have really strong feelings for you Jai. The prospects of being a huge bodybuilding champion alongside you is something I would definitely be willing to share. I think maybe we could take turns winning every other year.” Jai leans down to kiss him on the lips again as he squeezes his biceps and hands against his partner’s back. He can hear Perry groaning softly. The smaller man has stopped stroking his partner and has his hands and arms around the beast’s thick waist and is gripping his huge muscular lower back. They stop kissing so he can concentrate on his growth. “I was expecting it to hurt a lot, but I am feeling my muscles aching and straining. Deep down I feel like I am on the verge of exploding in size. I guess I just want it really badly.” “Oh, I know you do babe. You are probably going to make me cum when you outgrow that outfit. I am falling in love with you Perry. Watching you grow into your true form is everything I want from you and more.” Perry is now starting to feel his body swelling as his pants start to stretch slowly against his expanding quads and glutes. Jai has his hands over top of his partner’s ass, feeling it thicken against his fingers. He is moaning as he softly kisses Perry’s twitching neck, noticing that his coworker’s face is getting more defined as his facial hair starts to grow out as well. “Ahh...you were not wrong when you said that it feels even better once you start to feel your muscles testing the limits of your clothes. I am going to have a massive upper body; I can feel it.” Perry’s inflating arms and chest are starting to cause the fabric on his shirt to make creaky noises. He is toying with the growth as he lets go of Jai to show him what he looks like. His pecs and abs are practically painted onto his shirt as he stares at his arms in shock. He knows if he even flexes that the sleeves will likely burst open. Jai is incredibly turned on and is about to shoot his load. “OH BABE! If you already look this hot at this size, I just don’t know what I will...” “Yeah! I want you to cum all over me beautiful. Big Perry is going to make his entrance.” The growing hunk grunts as his quads start to shred his pants. His huge throbbing tool amazingly tears through the fabric as well as it starts to leak profusely. He gleefully starts to flex his arms, staring at them one at a time, watching as they blast through the sleeves, each bicep rising thicker and beefier. The fur on his body has greatly increased, as the front of his shirt struggles to stay intact under the weight of his bloated hairy pecs. Jai is now cumming all over Perry’s shirt and pants, making him yell “YEAH!” multiple times. He can feel his huge ass splitting his pants in the back as his huge delts and lats are slowly ripping seams as well. He can feel his feet tearing through his shoes as he looks down and marvels at how much he is growing. “I didn’t think I would ever look like this. Oh, my gawd, my chest is getting so fucking thick, I LOVE IT!” Perry moans as he feels his huge chest ripping the fabric on his shirt in multiple places. His huge round hairy melons gradually emerge as his thick abdominals burst through the bottom buttons on his top. He laughs as his huge muscular waist tears his pants apart, falling to where his immense cock is, holding them up with its strength. “Keep coating me with your thick cum Jai. It just makes me want to get even bigger. I love feeling the fabric ripping on my muscles and how this stuff inside me is building up my confidence.” The Indian hulk says, “Bigger Babe” a few times, making Perry moan loudly as he says, “Yeah...more...MORE...I love your fucking voice, Jai.” feeling his back getting larger and thicker, pulling his shirt apart as it sticks to his immense frame. He can feel Jai’s cum still hitting his chest, rolling down in between his massive pec forest and onto his thick cock. He reaches down to pull his mangled pants off his tool and tosses them over to Jai, who laughs. Perry is now gripping the sides of the cubicle now as he sighs, still feeling his arms growing. “I am growing into a muscle monster beautiful, but I don’t think you care, do you?” “OH, FUCK NO babe! You clearly are the dominant one, and I am okay with that.” Perry’s huge pecs are growing even wider as his shirt looks like a second skin now. He pulls himself up like he is doing a dip on the cubicle as it creaks. His arms are gigantic, full of garden-hosed size vascularity and tons of thick blackish-brown fur. His lats are on full display, flaring as he also has a thick forest of hair within his pits. Jai starts to mess with his partner’s huge muscles as he pulls the rest of Perry’s destroyed shirt off of him. The white beast gets down off the cubicle and grabs the Indian beast to pull him into his arms. They kiss each other deeply as Perry starts to shove his fingers into his partner’s wet hole. He reaches down with his other hand to keep stroking Jai’s wet tool as it continues to spill its seed. After a couple of minutes of teasing his partner’s anus, he lifts him up with his powerful arms and slides his thick cock inside the Indian’s eager hole. Jai lets out a few loud “AHHS” and grips the sides of the cubicle as Perry starts to grind him. They are completely unaware that they are being watched by the security guard, who is keeping his distance over by one of the other cubicles.