Officer Colson Christmas Special

Colson hated Christmas shopping. It was always the worst time of year to be in the store. Too many people buying too many things and somehow completely forgetting that they are a solid object that easily blocks entire aisles making it goddamned near impossible to get to the item that he’d wanted to pick up without reaching over or around someone else. But he’d grit his teeth and smile; whenever he saw them go, “oops, sorry,” then move their cart to being parallel with the aisle instead of perpendicular.

This was the first year in a long time that he felt obligated to buy something for someone else. It was something he clearly wasn’t missing out on, though 'obligated' might sound a bit too harsh. He wanted to buy Andrew something. They’d been dating a few months now, and he enjoyed spending time with the guy. Each time they’d meet up he’d feel those little butterflies again. And memories of the time they spent together ran through his mind. He just didn’t want to screw things up. 

Relationships were hard. And he wasn’t used to them. But he was trying and Andrew seemed to love him anyways. Not that he could usually see why. “Just focus,” he told himself as he walked down another aisle. It was also the first time he realized he didn’t know what Andrew could have possibly wanted. If anything his boyfriend would usually just buy it online and then it wouldn’t be a problem. But Colson had waited too long for that. Online shopping was too popular and two day shipping had been overbooked.

It was too late to think about that now. And he was already at the store. “Make the best of it…” he looked at a blu-ray player wondering if there were any movies that they would want to watch. He flipped it over and read the back. But he couldn’t help but get the feeling he was being watched. Colson was a big guy. Being a police officer he’d always been a bit larger than average but after the whole demon debacle, he’d grown far larger than he even imagined possible. His thick burly muscles made the size of the aisles all the more cramped while he tried to make his way through them.

And then. there were always of course the wandering eyes that would lock onto him and feel the hint magic he seemed to always be releasing, but the two guys watching him clearly weren’t thinking about that. At least not yet. Their eyes bounced between Colson and an employee talking to someone. That someone was clearly part of the other two. The way they seemed to be focusing on him to make sure that employee was distracted was pretty obvious. 

That and the fact that the guy was straight, though he was purposefully being flirtatious with the employee. Colson felt a bit of anger wash into him as the employee was clearly falling for the more handsome guy. His tall, masculine features with a sturdy muscular frame tucked under the tight fitting clothes. His beard was trimmed perfectly around his chin, drawing attention back to his more handsome face.

He’d known the act. Normally it was a girl and two guys but obviously this employee obviously wasn't interested in women. And all the distraction had to do was give him a bit of attention and the employee forgot about everything else. With how busy the store was, it was clear that the cameras weren’t going to be able to watch everyone so Colson put the item back on the shelf and pretended to walk away. He turned a corner, and waited. 

The distraction had led the employee away, and now with Colson out of the way as well, those two could go grab it. Once they got their hands on it they slid a few of them into the duffle bag. Their next stop was the self check out line. However, Colson was there to stop them. He slide his cart out in front and held them in place.

“Watch it, old man,” one of them growled. 

‘Old?’ Colson grit his teeth and tried to suppress his anger. He didn’t think mid thirties was old. “You going to pay for those?” he growled.

“Pay for what?” the other shot back. “All we have is a duffle bag.”

“Oh?” Colson still didn’t move. “And there’s nothing in that duffle bag?”

“No,” the one lied. “Just buying it for workout clothes and shit.” 

“Oh, so you like working out.”

“Right…” the two looked at each other a bit confused for a second. Neither really worked out all that much, but a sudden urge to go to the gym, did flash through their minds. With their naturally strong builds it didn’t really take that much to be big. Just using their weight to bully people was usually enough. But suddenly they wanted to feel the metal of different sized weights in their hands as they picked up them up and put them back down. “We work out a lot.”

A smirk crossed Colson’s face, knowing they wanted that to be a lie. He could already see the flab on their bodies start to tone up just a little bit. Muscle was building on their more average frames, making it all the more evident that they did work out. Colson focused more on the one that called him old. He was still a bit peeved about it. “Must be hard training the next generation.”

“Yea, it can be,” the one said. “Bill here’s been real lax on his meal prep though. Spendin too much time enjoyin the holidays eh?” He prodded the other guy in the growing belly that he had.

“Dad…” Bill replied. Both looked a bit shocked but couldn’t seem to stop. Bill’s body was rapidly growing muscle and fat all over him. His hands grew meaty and thick, full of muscle. While the rest of his body just kept getting bigger. His belly pushed out in front of him just a little bit past his chest. It didn’t make him look any less strong. 

“What’s... “ Bill’s ‘dad’ on the other hand was doing fairly the same thing. However he kept his muscles far dryer and fuller than his son. Each second more and more solid muscle rapidly gained onto his more lean frame. He bulked up. Neck growing wide and thick, his shoulders spread far out beside him, but his waist stayed nice and trim. “The hell?” he grunted. 

His meaty hand scraped across the top of his head, removing any bit of hair that was there. The roughness of his hands contrasted the smoothness of his scalp. Wrinkles dug into his skin around his eyes and cheeks. “I’m… Getting older?” the dad asked. He could see it in his skin on the rest of his body as well. It dried out and cracked, but all it did was make him look even tougher. He remembered spending years on a construction site, feeling the sun back it and turn it dark. 

‘Damn… those were the days…’ thoughts about working with the other guys filled his mind. Memories that he would have never thought of before but there they were. The guys took a special interest in him, just like how he took a special interest in them. He felt his asshole pucker. His thick calloused hands gripped the shopping cart in front of him. “Ahh fuck,” he growled as his hips seemed to thrust on their own.

So many of those guys had big dicks. Even the ones without it still turned him the fuck on. He just wanted to feel them hold him down and yell slurs at him. He was such a dirty fucking whore. Though his wife would never know. Any other time he’d try to be dominate. But when they were in bed it was so hard for him to be intimate. She claimed ED. He knew the real reason. 

“Dad?” Bill asked again. He could feel the thoughts running through his mind as well. His hairy beast of a self had a little bit more control over the sensation. Still being in his 20’s he was used to the random erection. That didn’t mean it still wasn’t there. Instead of coworkers it was the fucking football team. The number of times he’d played ‘wide receiver’ at the frat house was more than he could count. 

The dad tried to concentrate. “What were we doing?” his gruff voice pierced through the crowd. They stood a good head taller than everyone else there. 

“Uhh… Dunno…” Bill grunted. His erection was just as distracting. “Buying gym clothes?” 

“And Jason?”

“Fuckin flirtin with the fuckin staff again.” Bill threw his thumb over his shoulder at the third partner. 

“Eh… Leave ‘im be,” the dad grunted. “Let’s just finish this shit then head out.”

“Right,” Bill replied. 

Colson smirked as he could see the gym bag was actually filled with different sets of gym clothes. Many of them were a bit skimpier than they probably needed. And the way they were going to use them was pretty obvious. Colson turned his attention to Jason who realized his ‘father and brother’ had just left. 

‘Easy fix,’ Colson stared intently at the jocky guy.

“As I was sayin,” Jason paused for a second feeling the intent in his words become more legitimate. His fake stare turned into something with far more intent. His posture was more relaxed. “Just let me know when you get off…”

The employee’s face went a little red as he leaned closer. “Maybe we don’t have to wait that long…” he offered. His finger dripped down Jason’s bicep then gripped his wrist. Quickly he moved through the store with the jock in tow. He dipped around to the clothing section grabbed a number while the desk clerk was helping someone else and went into the changing room. 

Despite the employee’s smaller size he pushed Jason against the wall and started making out with him. It took everything in his mind not to give in. It was only because he’d always made fun of this guy in high school, calling him whatever name he wanted, even if it was just out of earshot. No reason to get in trouble for it. But those memories were changing. 

He was interested in him. Instead of this guy staring at Jason, Jason was staring at him. Hoping one day the guy would make a move. Maybe notice him and get close. But all he could get were girls. They would see his handsome features and think that just because he was an athlete he’d fawn all over them, but instead he just wanted that one guy to notice.

The employee’s hands pushed under Jason’ shirt feeling the hard muscles underneath. He stripped the hoodie Jason was wearing off revealing the large muscles he was growing. “I’m bigger…” it was the first thing that Jason was able to think about other than the employee.

“Of course you are,” his finger rounded Jason’s small perky nipple. “You’re the one that wants to be a bodybuilder.” As he said the word, Jason could see his muscles throb and grow again. The already thick muscles seemed to have gained another inch. At least 10 pounds were added to his body making his jeans fit all the tighter. He could feel the strength in them. 

“Right…” Jason felt himself agreeing.

“Cause you want to be so big and sexy right?” the employee pushed again groping the firm muscles under his smaller hands. He made sure to focus on Jason’s more sensitive parts, watching him start to squirm at the sensation. His soft but commanding voice just added to it.

“Ri-right,” Jason added. His hands grew even bigger. Biceps bulged thicker. Chest pushed further out in front of him. And his abs grew more defined. Even down his legs he could see the muscles begging to be set free. 

The employee helped a little, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning his pants. Jason’s two and a half inches pointed directly forward. “So big,” the employee mocked while groping his muscles again.

“U-ugh,” Jason’s body lurched forward at the hips from condescending statement. He was so big all over but so small, ‘where it counted’. Had it been on any one else he would have mocked them mercilessly, but if it was him kick the shit out of anyone who mentioned it. But now with this guy right next to him all he could do was moan. To feel his tiny dick throb at the sarcastic insult.

“You like that big guy?” 

Jason moaned again. He felt his body hump the air in front of him while the employee stroked the rest of his body. The feeling ran through his mind causing a pleasant tingling function. ‘Do it again. Do it again,’ his mind begged.

“You’re just so big. Everywhere that it counts. I’m impressed.”

“Oh fuck,” Jason grunted and felt his body give into the sensation. Small bursts of cum dripped out of his tiny cock. But each one felt like a euphoria he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He tried to grip at the wall behind him but there was nothing to grab onto.

The employee let out a little giggle. “Damn… Guess you weren’t lying,” he stroked Jason’s thick muscular arm again watching the tiny dick fill up with blood. “But maybe we will have to wait for later… But then again I don’t know how long you’ll be able to last.”

Jason was still in a bit of a daze. “I can last. I can!” he tried to act calm and confident again but it didn’t seem to do too much to accentuate his point. 

“We’ll see,” the employee smirked. 

Colson watched the two come back out of the changing room. He let out a soft satisfied growl. His muscles slowly started to grow a bit more as he looked on. There was some satisfaction in what he’d done. But he still had to find something to buy for Andrew.