Timing is not on your side… the weary moment you aim your keys at the pile of crap that once was Keith and press the unlock button the rookie cop searching through your trunk shoves his ass in the way.
You curse under your breath, hoping the guy won’t be turned into a pile of crap as well, or a piece of wood or something else not-alive. You were already worried enough about whether you would be able to change Keith back from being an inanimate pile of crap you didn’t want to be responsible for yet another man being reduced to an object!
Thankfully that is not the case; the changes that are about to commence are of a subtler nature… As you stare at the young cop’s ass inside his navy blue police pants, dreading that he’d turn into a dog or a lawn chair, you notice a sort of…rippling going through his uniform pants, starting at his ass and running down his legs. Wherever the rippling passed blue darkened to pitch black, and lose, comfortable cotton became skin tight, shiny leather.
Next the cop’s new leather pants started to tighten…or were the guy’s ass and legs actually gaining mass? Yes! Yes they were; before your very eyes the cop gained pound after pound of rock hard muscle… muscles that pushed against those damn, tight leather pants, straining against the material as they turned the guy’s lower half into a collection of shiny, pitch black mounds dancing under the cow hide.
Seemingly oblivious to this the cop still searches through your trunk, shaking his toned bubble butt inside his leather pants as he does so…damn you felt yourself getting hard!
Nothing prepares you for the cop’s voice though…it’s not the same voice than before…it’s deeper, much deeper, more virile and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he sounded horny…
“Everything seems in order here,” the cop calls back at you “though you might want to get rid of the dogshit in here…” he adds chuckling “Would you please now get your registration papers so that I can make sure a scrawny kid like you didn’t steal this beauty?”
“Right away,” you quickly make your way to the front of the car. As you retrieve the papers form the glovebox and return to the back of the car you cannot help but scoff at the cop…god-like ass or not, he had seemed about your age, early twenties…
… or not! Your mouth hangs open as you look up at the leather clad hunk waiting there for you; did the keys do all that?
You try to remember the cop as he looked before; a 22 years old, skinny rookie with floppy, sandy blonde hair, about your height and built…
What had he become? A 6’5’’, 35 years old, Hispanic dreamboat. He was leaning against your car, his leather uniform barely able to contain his muscled body. His skin was olive toned, his black hair was greying at the temples and his eyes were hidden under reflective sunglasses. His square chin was covered in virile stubble and he did not wear a shirt under his leather jacket, which was zipped down enough to reveal a tuft of the virile carpet that covered his chest.
For a moment you just watched him as he leaned there, flexing his large, manly hands inside his motorcycle gloves…each movement of one of his fingers made the tight leather creak and strain. Letting your eyes trail down you saw the knee-high motorcycle boots his shoes had morphed into. His feet had grown a couple of shoe sizes, better to befit his impressive new body. You felt heat flushing over you as he nonchalantly rubbed one foot against the other…and then you saw the raging leather boner he sported…a large, thick cock, painfully surprised by tight leather pants…
“Seeing anything ya like, kid?” the cop says and chuckles, wiggling his leather fingers before removing the sunglasses. His dark eyes stare straight into your soul as he walks towards you.
He takes the papers off you and inspects them, never taking his gloves off. After checking your number plates he returns them to you.
“Seems all in order as well, kid,” he tells you and gives you a wink, “I still have to fine you for the dog shit, though…”
You gulp as you take your papers back, still awed by the raw masculinity this guy radiates. So those keys could actually improve things…
“S-sure…” you manage to say, then you remember how high the fine for leaving dog shit lying about is in this county…
“Erm…you sure you can’t just let me off with a warning, officer? I’m a student I don’t have a lot of money…”
The cop looks at you, one eyebrow cocked and his mouth drawn out in an odd smirk. “I can’t let ya off, completely scot free…” he tells you as he steps closer to you…incredibly close…close enough for his musk to waft around you and filling your nostrils to the brim “…but there might be another way for you to atone for your crimes…”
You are not quite aware what he means, when you suddenly feel his big, meaty, leather gloved hand gripping your ass and squeezing it.
‘Whaddaya say, kid,” the cop asks, “suck me off and I pretend this never happened?”
You gulp. You are not quite sure of this situation…you are definitely attracted to this guy, and you are definitely horny enough…man, just looking at that leather boner makes you hungry for some menflesh…
But…is this right? You had no way of telling if this was okay with the cop’s original personality, the 22-year old rookie had not seemed gay to you, and definitely not the type to wave fines in exchange for sexual favours…
Then again…the rookie was gone, and this leather hunk was here…
You lick over your lips “Sure…”
The cop grips your chin with his leather gloved hand and draws you in for a deep, hot, overpowering kiss. “Then down with you…”
He firmly makes you go down on your knees, you would have done so anyway, but him making you do so somehow ads to the weird hotness of the situation.
You’re eye-to-eye with his leather boner now, smirking up at him you drag your tongue over his crotch, tasting the sour leather and sweat. Then you start to “unpack” him…undoing his belt…pants… y-fronts…
Soon enough his giant cock explodes out of his pants, the spongy head bobbing up and down before you.
Not sure that you will be able to deep throat the whole thing you give it a good lick along the shaft before wrapping your lips around the tip and taking it in, inch for inch. There is a strong smell of musk…a light taste of urine from the dick’s tip, and you start sucking.
You work the cop’s cock for quite a while…but you can’t seem to make him cum…you are unable to even extract pre. Opening your eyes you note that this might be because you can hardly fit half of the cop’s giant dick into your mouth.
You hear the cop chuckle above you…and then he takes charge… gripping your head with his leather gloved hands he shoves it into his crotch…his pubes scratch your skin, his musk overpowers you….his dick forces itself deeper into your throat as the cop start to face-fuck you.
Rigorously forcing your head back and forth on his cock, not caring whether you enjoy this or not, he has taken control of you, you’re his fuck slave. He might not care whether you enjoy yourself, but you do! You do so much!
Right now you are glad you got your magic keys, you are glad you turned the rookie into this leather monster, you are glad he is fucking your face senseless… you are glad to drink the copious amounts of cum that erupt from his giant cock as you finally make the cop cum.