Officer Colson Part 07

It’d been a little while since Colson had been able to go to the gym. After accepting his power he couldn’t help but be a bit more interested in testing it out whenever he wanted. Testing it so often had made the trips to the gym pointless. Even without trying he could feel himself growing bigger and bigger. He’d already had to update his uniform once and the one he had now was starting to feel tight. Before all this had happened he’d thought he was a pretty big guy.

His lithe muscular frame was perfect for the job he did. However, after feeling what he’d gained through this power, he couldn’t believe how small he still felt. Sleeves had become a thing of the past. Even at work his police uniform would barely make it down past his large round shoulders. He could hear murmurs from the other guys when he was supposed to be out of ear shot. But whenever he passed they would have trouble not touching themselves. A small tent always seemed to accompany the light squeak after they made a negative comment about Colson.

And honestly Colson couldn’t help but lean into it. Even if he didn’t have his fading six pack  and as hair seemed to cover every muscle he had, he didn’t want it any other way. Most guys always said they wanted to be in magazines. But Colson was perfectly satisfied with all the lusty stares he’d get whenever he was walking down the street. Male or female it was like everything stopped for him and they couldn’t help but stare.

Just like always, as he entered the gym, nearly everyone seemed to turn his way. With his brightly colored sleeveless shirt and shorts it was hard to miss, but they were clearly looking past that. People within a 20 foot radius tried to go back to their workouts but many couldn’t help but look at Colson.

“Evenin’,” he smiled at Trenten working behind the counter. The twenty something year old looked a lot happier to be there since their last encounter. Clearly the added muscle and more submissive nature made his tight ass a bit more flexible.

“Evening,” Trenten smiled. “I didn’t think you’d ever come back.”

“Ya know? Neither did I. Thought I was done with this place,” Colson smirked back. He could already see Trenten trying to flirt with his feelings. Even if both hands were on the desk, that didn’t stop the slow motion of his hips rubbing his hard dick up and the back of the counter. Another guy behind the counter scoffed. His eyes kept glancing over at Colson’s thicker body but he clearly didn’t want to say anything. Just by looking at his brand name athletic wear, his overly defined muscle and the constant sneer on his face, made him clearly an elitist gym bro. However in between glares there was the constant stare of examining each and every curve on Colson’s body. “There a problem?” Colson asked.

“Oh don’t mind Quinn,” Trenten smiled. “He’s got a bit of a stick up his ass.”

Quinn scoffed again. “I’ll give you a stick up your ass.”

“Maybe I’d like that,” Trenten flirted back.

“Jeezus… What’s gotten into you?” Quin tried to ignore the proposition. However, Colson had made sure to give him at least a flash of that image into his mind. Quinn squeezed his legs together, pushing his penis down and then relaxed again.

“What hasn’t?” Colson added. Quinn’s eyes went wide at the suggestion but he just went back to what he was doing. He tried to ignore the two but Colson wasn’t going to let that happen. “You scoffed earlier. What’d you scoff at?” For such a big guy he was able to move with a quite a bit of grace. He leaned over the counter and made sure to be only six inches from Quinn’s face. At this distance, people couldn’t look away from his handsome bearded face. He could already see Quinn’s thoughts devolving into something more sexual as he licked his lips. The thoughts were bombarding his mind and he couldn’t help it. He stood up and tried to make a bit of distance between them.

“Nothing,” he breathed. “It’s nothing.” It was getting harder for him to think about anything else though. “It’s just I don’t get why guys like you can be happy with a body like that.”

“Oh?” Colson posed. “And what’s wrong with a body like this?”

“Nothing!” Quinn said feeling like he’d just put his foot in his mouth. “I mean… Fuck… It’s just I don’t get how anyone can be fine being so fat.”

“Fat?” Colson jiggled some his extra weight and looked it over. There was still plenty of muscle underneath his bulky frame. Fat wasn't the proper thing to call him. He was just husky or well fed.

“Yeah man, like those guys over there,” he pointed over to two guys trying to work out. They clearly didn’t know what they were doing and just tried moving the weights around. One was fair bulkier than most 20 years olds should have been while the other was skinny as a rail. “I don’t know. Like how do guys even get like that and still feel like men?”

Colson let out a smile, “why don’t we go ask?” He wrapped his arm around the jock and started leading the way. Quinn didn’t know why he wasn’t fighting the other man directing him towards the two dorks. Hell, he didn’t even know why he was being so open with this guy. For some reason he just felt like he needed to talk. And then there was Trenten following close behind.

The two stopped what they were doing as Colson approached. His large imposing frame obviously made them a bit uncomfortable as him, Quinn and Trenten all stood at least a good couple inches taller than them. Not to mention their far more muscular and defined frames. Of course their eyes trialed Colson’s thicker body but they tried to play it cool. “Hello, officer,” the skinny one squeaked. “Is there something wrong?”

“Not at all boys,” he loved just how much reverence they had for his position. However, nearly everyone in town had gotten into knowing exactly who Colson was. People seemed to start speeding just to get a chance to get stopped by him. “My friend here just has a question for you.”

“I really don’t,” Quinn suddenly felt really embarrassed. He wasn’t sure why. Normally, he’d be mocking the two from behind the counter.

“Sure you did,” Colson gave him a hearty slap to the back.

Quinn’s body lurched forward at the motion. He felt a bit embarrassed at just how easily Colson could move his body. His eyes wandered around the gym trying to avoid their eye contact. “How’d you guys get that way..?”

“Ehhh?” the larger one was a bit confused. His eyebrow seemed to cock at the question but at the same time he felt like he needed to answer it. Looking at what seemed to be an amateur bodybuilder ask how he got that way should have been a joke. It should have been a way to belittle him. But he found himself answering honestly. “Well there’s a day of chest and triceps, then a day of back and bi’s, then two days of legs and then a light full body workout while focusing hard on proper diet on the side. I mean I guess I get a few more cheat meals that Troy, but Hell I ain’t trying out fer some beauty pageant.” He chuckled. His body seemed to shake as he did so.

Quinn’s mouth seemed to hang open as he heard the other guy speak. Somehow that workout plan sounded so familiar but foreign at the same time. He wasn’t sure why. “Oh,” he said a bit despondently. His mind was still going blank as he watched the guy in front of him. It was like this was one of the first times he was in a gym.

“C’mon Colson. Give him ta me,” he motioned for Quinn to get next to him. Each step he took it was like the other man was growing a little bit taller. They were close to the same height. Quinn shook his head feeling a bit embarrassed. He was shorter. By a good couple inches. Each second it seemed to become another inch further. He stared blankly as he transferred from under Colson’s arm to under Mr. Hendricks’.

For Quinn he couldn’t quite understand what was going on. That moderate tingle he’d felt in his shorts from when Colson had entered the gym seemed to be growing ever wilder. He stared at Mr. Hendricks as his weight seemed to shift from his belly to his chest and arms. The added weight filled out his broad shoulders making it easy to fit little Quinn underneath his arm. There was hair that was starting to tickler the back of his neck and he watched as the smooth skin grew hair at an unnatural rate. His dark brown hair had an ever so small touch of gray.

“Troy,” Mr. Hendricks laughed. “Yer friend seems awfully nervous.”

Quinn turned to the side to see Troy messing around with Trenten. Their two muscular bodies were pressed up against each other as Troy made out with the other bodybuilder. ‘But he was so skinny…’ Quinn found himself thinking. The thought instantly became a memory of when they were younger. The more he watched Troy’s lithe arms turn into something more defined, then bigger, the further back those memories went. He could see each and every one of Troy’s muscles bend and bulge as he took advantage of Trenten. Even though Trenten was so big Troy seemed to be getting even bigger.

“That’s cause he’s never been in a gym before, dad. You’re scaring him,” Troy broke the kiss for only a second.

“Oh?” Mr. Hendricks turned back to Quinn. “That so!?” he asked. “No wonder yer so small! Didn’t know I wuz workin with a brand new beginna.” The joy on his face made Quinn want to shrink down even more. Even though he could probably fit in the palm of Mr. Hendricks’ hand, he was suddenly regretting the decision he’d made to come over here.

“I’m sorry Mr—“

“No mister here,” Mr. Hendricks stopped him before he finished his sentence. “Ya can call me daddy. We may not be related but if ya wanna train like me ya gotta act like famlay.” His calloused hand gripped Quinn’s shoulder tightly. He leaned in and whispered next to Quinn’s ear. “You’d like that. Don’tcha?”

Quinn could hear the smile on Mr. Hendricks’ face. His dick was throbbing in his shorts. And somehow his hand had made its way under Mr. Hendricks’ shirt while he ran his hand through the coarse hair. His mouth hung open as he’d been so overtly called out but at the same time turned on.

“C’mon boy. Just say da words,” Mr. Hendricks whispered. His beard ran up and down the side of Quinn’s neck. “I know a cute lil’ boi like you knows ‘em. Just say ‘em.”

“Fuck me daddy…” Quinn moaned. In an instant he felt his shorts drop around his ankles and ass lifted up in the air. He was pushed down into the workout bench as Mr. Hendricks stood over him. Pre dripped down onto his anus and he could feel the older man working with his anus. It was the only thing Quinn had ever trained for. With ever so slight of a push Mr. Hendricks was able to slide in. The feeling of being filled made Quinn’s body go limp.

He couldn’t move. The sensation was too much as Mr. Hendricks’ strong hands held him down. He could feel the years of hard work the older man had put into making himself strong. The deep callouses ran up and down his smooth skin with each thrust. “That’s a good boi,” Mr. Hendricks complemented.

It made Quinn’s dick jump for joy. Each thrust was another thrust into ecstasy. He tried his best to contain it but it was too much. He’d been on the edge. Trying desperately to hold on. Each grunt, groan and moan; put him closer to being ready. Then one random one made him burst. His body stiffened and he felt the world go black. The next thing he knew Mr. Hendricks was cradling him over to the water fountain.

“Sorry bout that bud. Fergot you’s a beginna,” Mr. Hendricks got him some water. “Hopefully this don’t scare ya off from tryin again.”

Quinn took a long hard drink from the bottle. He stared up and down the man in front of him. “I don’t think it will,” he smiled. “But maybe we can start with something easier…”

“That’a boi!” Mr. Hendricks smiled.