You leave the pickpocket sprawled on the ground and scramble for your phone. As you do your shorts slip off your hips and your large cock is flopping freely in the wind. You snatch your phone back up but the scuffle and your public display of nudity has drawn quite the crowd. You pull your pants back up but a police officer has already arrived on the scene.
The cop is pushy and his blue uniform is pulled tightly over his beer belly and fat ass. He has a trim mustache and is wearing mirrored aviator glasses. He is clearly trying way too hard. He looks like the uptight authoritarian kind of cop and not the helpful kind.
“What the hell is going on here!” the cop demands. One hand on his hip and the other on his nightstick.
“This guy tried to take my wallet and...” You sputter.
The cop cuts you off. “All I see is two guys fighting. You both best come with me.” He gestures towards the beginning of the pier, back towards land.
The officer leads you and the pickpocket back to a small one roomed concrete structure at the base of the pier. The cop seats you and the pickpocket on a bench and hamdcuffs each of you to the bench. “You sit here and think on your fight a moment,” the cop says. “I’m going to be back in a bit with my partner and we can talk about whether you want to pay a little ‘fine’ to get out of here.” He makes finger quotes at ‘fine.’ So this is a shakedown.
The cop exits. You look at the pickpocket. He’s a wiry kid in his early twenties. He looks Italian with black hair and brown eyes. He’s staring at the ground sneering. You still have the camera. You still have your phone. You pull it out and run a sentence on the pickpocket.
“Arne Cuomo has devoted himself to a life of crime.”
You ponder that. That’s not good for society and it’s bad for Arne too.
You change “crime” to “religion.” Arne looks different. He’s sitting upright and smiling. He’s now clean shaven and wearing dark dress pants and a white shirt. He looks at you. He says very politely “Gee whiz. These police officers are trying to extort us. Would you like a pamphlet about the Book of Mormon?”
You giggle. The pickpocket is a missionary now? Hilarious.
After a while the cop returns. He has his partner with him. The partner is an older white haired man with a bushy mustache. He smiled meanly showing off yellow teeth.
“You boys know why you’re in here, right?”
The Mormon missionary shakes his head.
“Well. We don’t allow pamphleteering on my beat. Or public nudity.”
The other cop pipes in. “$200 fine? Cash?”
The older cop nods. That sounds right. They focus on the missionary. Both cops have their back turned to you.
You run a sentence on the older cop. “This 54 year old policeman is extorting a missionary.” You change extorting to blowing. Like that the older cop is on his knees and the missionary’s pants are down. The older cop is cupping the missionary’s balls and deep throating his cock. The other officer looks confused. You run a sentence. “This 44 year old cop is watching his partner while his partner gives head to a missionary.” You change watching to assfucking.
The older cop is now down on his arms and legs, still blowing the horrified looking missionary but now with his ass up the air as his partner pounds him from behind. This is making you super horny. You’ve developed a real transformation fetish. You run a sentence on the older cop. “Duncan Jones is blowing a missionary while taking it in the ass.” You change ass to pussy. The cop looks exactly the same except he no longer has a dick. You’ve turned him into a man with a clam. You ponder your next move.