Oh god, Jack Stunning...Now THAT was a stud.
How else could we describe him? He was just a regular police officer but you can bet your ass nobody else in the station looked nearly as good on that uniform.
With muscles which looked like they’d burst out of the tight fabric that imprisoned them at any second, this 27-year-old muscle god left the older officers embarrassed of their own pudgy frames.
A quick glance at his thick nipples and abundant dark forest of chest hair was enough to make any woman have an intense orgasm on the spot, which is why Jack prefers to maintain a low profile while off-duty by ordering his groceries online (making women of all ages lubricate their panties at the supermarket was fun at first, but after a few weeks the incessant moaning becomes quite repetitive and unpleasant).
No doubt about it, this man was goddamn sexy. And handsome, too. Just look at his face. His square jaw with a little stubble and his deep dark eyes made him look rough. Any criminal would piss their pants if they saw his thick eyebrows get angry. Damn, you could tell Jack Stunning meant really serious business.
In fact, an internal rumor at the police station says that the local criminality rates have hit an all-time low since Jack Stunning started kicking ass.
“Isn’t it kind of boring lately?” Said Carl, one of the pudgier officers. “I mean, Jack’s a great cop and all, but since he single-handedly takes care of all the thugs in the city we are stuck in here doing paperwork. We don’t even issue speeding tickets lately...It’s like we are living in the most peaceful city in the entire world!”
The rest of the officers silently agreed with Carl as they ate their donuts.
Just then a computer programmer (he wore glasses and carried a laptop below his arm so it was quite obvious) came running into the police station. His face was full of tears, like he had been crying in despair for hours.
“Woah! What happened to you?” Asked Carl, surprised that a citizen actually needed their help.
“They...killed...” Said the computer programmer between tears.
“Holy shit! There’s a murderer loose in the city?!”
The scrawny programmer took a deep breath and finally said the rest. “They killed my penguin!”
“Oh, animal cruelty! That’s still quite horrendous!”
The programmer shook his head. “They killed my pet penguin on Frosted Lands(tm)! It cost me a buttload of money in microtransactions!”
“...Oh.” Carl’s face filled with disappointment. “Sorry kiddo, we don’t avenge videogame character’s deaths.”
“You don’t understand! Killing someone else goes against the Terms and Conditions of this massively multiplayer online game for all ages! This must be the work of a hacker!”
“But seriously kid, we don’t solve virtual crimes...” Carl said.
“It IS our duty to protect and serve every citizen of our fine city...” Said a deep and masculine voice. “...That includes our citizen’s virtual avatars.”
Carl’s jaw dropped. “Jack?! You’ve gotta be kidding me, you already are the perfect cop in real life, there’s no need for you to be the perfect video game character!”
“Me, perfect?” Jack laughed. “I’m just doing my work.” He smiled so brightly Carl got blinded for a second.
“Oh thank you, mister!” Said the computer nerd. “You’ve gotta catch that bastard! Who knows who’ll be next!”
Actually, Jack Stunning didn’t know much about today’s MMO games. Technology had seemed to evolve so quickly over the last few years he lost track of every technological advancement.
Gone are the days of heavy Virtual Reality headsets. The current trend were the Virtualizer cameras. They looked like very expensive webcams that scanned your body image and created a 3D model on the screen. Jack understood that part, but no matter how thoroughly the computer nerd explained, Jack couldn’t comprehend for the heck of it how was the camera capable of transferring his entire conscience into a computer file.
Eventually the nerd gave up. “Let’s just say that the Virtualizer lets you go inside the computer, even though that explanation is extremely inaccurate...”
“I’m not sure about this, Jack...” Whispered Carl. “While you explore the virtual world you won’t be here to protect the real world...”
“There’s no need to worry.” Replied Jack. “ I know the city will be safe with all of you.” He pointed to the group of fat cops sleeping on the job.
“But still...”
“I am ready.” Jack announced. He was standing at attention in front of the laptop with his black uniform covering his muscles.
“Ok, here we go...” The nerd turned on the Virtualizer and pointed it at Jack.
“Now that I think about it...” Pondered Jack. “Does the Virtualizer virtualize my clothes as well? Because-”
*FLASH!*
There was a bright light, and just where Jack had stood there was a black police uniform levitating up in the air. For a few seconds it looked like there was an invisible cop in the room, but the clothes fell into a pile soon after. There was a clinking sound as the handcuffs and the walkie-talkie Jack had been carrying fell to the floor at the same time.
“Holy shit! Jack’s inside the computer!” Carl pointed to the tiny pink smudge that was now Jack on the screen.
“Okay, so all that’s left to do is to upload him into the server.” Said the nerd. “As I said, I encountered the hacker in Frosted Lands(tm), a winter-themed virtual resort for all ages with fun minigames with no sex or violence allowed...” The nerd glanced at the tiny confused naked stud on his computer screen, more specifically at his humongous cock. “...Although we’ll need to edit Jack’s body a little bit before uploading him there, genitals aren’t allowed after all. The default avatar is a blue cartoon penguin, but there are others...”
“What do you think?” Asked the nerd to Carl. “Should we change Jack into a cartoon penguin? Or do you have any other ideas about what we should change him into or where to send him off to? Once he’s uploaded to the server it’ll be harder to alter his appearance or destination, so I suggest you choose wisely.”
Carl nodded absent-mindedly. Then he opened his mouth in shock. “Wait, you’re asking ME?” The pudgy officer realized he was in control of the fate of the little naked man running around on the screen. He felt powerful, but also very afraid of screwing everything up.