"Put the needle down!" ordered the cop, placing a hand on his pistol.
"Make me bitch!" I retorted, teeth gritted as I felt my aggression begin to boil. The cop scowled, pressing a button on his radio.
"This is unit 58, I got a roid head freak juicing up in the alleyway on 7th..." reported the cop. " Yeah, he's huge..." I took a step forward, making him grip the pistol grip of his gun. "Stay back Sir!" he warned, somewhat intimidated by my huge size.
As I took another step, he pulled out the pistol, aiming it at me.
"I SAID DONT MOVE" he barked, his nerve breaking. I growled, becoming more aggressive, the cop pulled the trigger.
But nothing happened.
The cop looked at his gun, panicked and confused. He then realised it was somehow being pulled away from him.
"What the fuck!" he yelped, as the weapon was snatched out of his hands, and was now hovering in the air.
Then, materialising back into view, holding the gun, was Runt. The imp smiled at the scared and confused officer.
"Surprise"
"Wha.. how the..." stammered the cop, before Runt flicked the cop on the nose with his finger, making him suddenly go vacant.
"Well that was close" said Runt, tossing the pistol on the ground next to them. Runt then turned back to the cop, standing motionless in front of him, pushing his jacket aside to get a closer look at his badge and nameplate.
"Sergeant Nick Holts, NYPD"
I watched as the imp then began to grope the cop's bulge through his uniform pants.
"This looks promising" said Runt, smiling as he unzipped the sergeant's zipper, pulling out his cock.
"Ohhh, Sergeant Holts a big boy, nice and fat"
"He got good cock" I asked, kneeling down for a better view.
"Yes, he does.... 7 and a half I guess" said Runt grinning. "Not for long though"
He placed the cock in his mouth and began to blow. Instantly, Nick's muscles began to inflate with every breath, starting with his belly, which began to inflate out into a full on tortoise shell roid gut. His chest then swelled with muscle, forming two basketball sized muscle tits. I watched as the cops shirt began to pop open, buttons flying off.
With every blow from Runt, his arms and legs swelled with muscle, his uniform pants splitting along the seams as huge thighs as thick as normal men's waists erupted through the fabric, his now huge muscle butt making the seam at the back split. His jacket leaves burst as 27 inch biceps ripped through the leather, huge think veiny forearms stretching what was left of the sleeves.
His back then exploded with muscle, tears forming across his shirt and jacket as his deltoids widened to huge proportions, his boulder like shoulders blowing open the top of the sleeves. As the transformation hit his neck, it thickened till it didn't resemble a neck at all, growing larger then his head.
"Now for the finishing touches" said Runt, before taking the cops cock again
Under the cops hat, he began to bald rapidly, as crude tattoos formed on pinpricked, acne riddled veiny skin across his shoulders and arms, and on his now bald head. The remains of his uniform began to change, forming a pair of black combat pants with a thick leather belt, black leather boots, a skin tight black t-shirt with the words 'ROID POLICE', a logo of a badge depicting a needle in a flexed muscle arm on the front, where his police badge once was. Finally, a pair of police sunglasses, leather gloves, and a lit cigar in his mouth.
Runt pulled the cops cock out his mouth, which was now only a couple of inches in length, along with tiny shrivelled balls.
"There we go" said Runt, dusting off his hands. He placed a hand in front of Nick's face, snapping his fingers. "aaaaand you back in the room"
"Woah... what was I doing?" said Nick, in a gruff voice, rubbing his bald head.
"I dunno" I shrugged my meaty shoulders. Nick looked at me, like he was just noticing i was there"
"Ohh yeah... is this a deal?" said the roid cop. "I got the real good stuff if your interested"
I looked at Runt, who looked back at me and shrugged.