You took a look at sergeant Nick's stuff while rubbing your chin and thinking about how much you'd love to make out with the sexy roid cop, caressing his huge guns and feeling his cigar-flavored tongue in your mouth.
"Seems pretty impressive," you said, looking at the assortment of syringes full of colorful fluids. "How can I be sure it works, tho?"
"What, you don't believe me?" Nick's gruff voice sounded angered. Must have been all that artificial testosterone. "I'm a roid cop, dude. Shit's genuine." You shrugged and didn't say nothing as Runt looked at you with an amused grin. "Okay, since you are a first-timer, I'll show you, 'kay?" The policeman glared around him until he saw a jogger in his 20s doing a very early morning run. "Hey! You! Come here!"
"M-me?" the boy said meekly, but did as told. He was clearly scared and intimidated by the two roided behemoths. "S-something wrong, officer?" He had brown curly hair, pale green eyes and a slender, toned physique. As you stared at him, you noticed a tribal tattoo circling around his small but well-shaped right bicep, and the tiny silver rings piercing his earlobes.
"Yeah," Nick replied. "Look at you, a fucking pussy. You call yourself a man?" He pulled the jogger closer forcefully, and the young man reacted with a surprised yelp. "Luckily, I can help you with that..." And with a fast movement - quite impressive, considering the roid cop's size - he grabbed one of the biggest syringes, stuck the needle into the guy's arm and injected juice directly into his veins.
The jogger grunted, first because of shock and pain, then because his body started exploding in all directions. His voice went down several octaves as his torso ballooned, his pecs now looking more like firm and massive tits topped with meaty, huge nipples. His belly distended underneath into a perfect roid gut, as all his wavy hair fell from his head, leaving a reddened, blotched bald dome behind. The boy moaned in confusion as his face radically changed shape, becoming brutish and ape-like. His arms got meatier and longer, filled with muscles, veins popping against his distended skin; even his tribal tattoo morphed, becoming the motto ROID 4 LIFE.
"So?" Nick looked at you with a smug grin as the former jogger's legs started becoming more and more like tree trunks. "Neat, huh?"
"Yeah," you replied with an equally large grin. "What you gonna do with him?"
Nick grabbed a smaller syringe from his assortment, filled with oily black liquid. "Been needin' a partner for a while," he succintly explained before plunging the second needle in the growing man's bulging arm and pushing the oily substance in his veins.
The former jogger grunted again, this time in raw, animalistic pleasure. The changes that followed were less drastic, but still impressive: as if his pores were sweating out whatever unholy liquid he had been injected with, black ooze came out of his chest and groin area, solidifying into a skintight latex t-shirt saying ROID COP in blocky silver letters and a pair of leather daisy dukes long enough to barely contain his thick, gargantuan ass. Black, shiny military boots wrapped around his huge feet and calves, leather gloves appeared on his hands, his now stern, military green eyes were obscured by a pair of aviator sunglasses and a leather cap appeared on his bald head, now covered in tribal tattoos. As a finishing touch, a fat cigar was poking out of his mouth: the new roid cop took a long drag, and his now tiny dick creamed his shiny black jockstrap.
Nick grinned and grabbed the new roid cop by the shoulder. "Now you look the part! Come here, you fucker." Nick pulled him closer and planted a big, cigar-flavored kiss on his lips, their fat tongues wrestling, their throats letting out raw, pleasured grunts. You actually start feeling a bit jealous, seeing those two behemoths frenching with such an animalistic passion.
After the kiss, Nick gave you a predatory grin. "What? Wanna join us?" He shows you the small syringe, once again magically filled with black ooze. "You're only one tiny prick away from becoming a roid cop yourself, mate."