Officer Henry Happlar spotted a rusty blue pickup rushing around the curve, easily pushing 90 miles per hour. His radar gun confirmed it. He revved his police motorcycle and the case was on.
He flashed the bike's Mars lights and accellerated until he was right behind the guy. He could make out big broad shoulders. Bushy eyebrows glanced into the rearview mirror of the pickup.
Some fat farmer rushing home to harvest the corn, he thought. Didn't expect a speed trap on this old country road. Live and learn.
The pickup pulled over, and Officer Happlar pulled up behind him. He grabbed his ticket book. Puffed out his chest, and marched over to the driver's side window.
The guy behind the wheel was big indeed, pushing 300 pounds, but a good chunk of it appeared to be muscle. He had a neatly trimmed brown beard, intense gray eyes, and big meaty hands. His hair was receding only slightly, and he wore a maroon flannel shirt. Officer Happlar tapped the window, and the big man rolled it down.
"Good morning, officer. What can I do for you?" The man's voiced boomed, deep and loud.
"I'm going to have to ask for your license and registration, sir," Happlar said.
"Oh yeah?" he chuckled, sized him up with hungry, inquisitive eyes. "Let me see what I can find." He turned around and rummaged in the back cab of the pickup. His blue jeans were riding down his enormous behind, revealing a hairy crack and the tops of tow plump fat man cheeks.
Officer Happlar rolled his eyes. "Sir, do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?"
"Oh? Pretty fast." The man called out. "I just can't seem to find . . . oh here it is." The big man pulled himself face front again with a Herculean grunt, leaned back in his seat, and began to flick a chrome lighter. On the other hand he held a fat brown cigar.
"Sir. Your license and registration."
"Just a minute. I'm going to do a magic trick." He lit the end of the cigar, puffed."
"Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to step outside the vehicle."
The tip of the cigar ignighted, charred. Hypnotic orange embers drew Officer Happlar's gaze. The man leaned forward, opened his mouth, and puffed out a big cloud of gray smoke that drifted directly into Officer Happlar's face.
He coughed, stumbled backwards. Gagged on heavy, acrid smoke. "Hey!" He tried to reach for his taser as he heard the door unlocking, but his eyes were so watery from the smoke, his hands had gone straight for his face. The suspect's car door was already opening, and the man banged the metal of the door against Officer Happlar, sending him staggering backwards.
More smoke swirled around him. He felt weak in the knees. He gagged, coughed, struggled for a breath of fresh air. But before he could reorient himself, two strong hands gripped his wrists and squeezed. The man was enormous, much wider that Happlar. He stood so close that his round belly almost pressed into Happlar's abdomen. He was smiling wide, the cigar still clenched between his jaw. "You pulled over the wrong fella, Officer . . ." His eyes drifted to his name tag. "Happlar? Hm. Maybe we should call you something else." He sucked on his cigar and spewed a line of smoke rightt at Henry's face.
He instantly felt even more drained. Weak. Disoriented. Like he could just go limp as a ragdoll. He struggled to stay on his feet.
"How about officer . . ." he exhaled more hypnotic smoke. "Helpless."
"What's . . . what's happening?" Henry tried to fight the man's grip.
"Nothing you can do anything about it now. See this here's a magic cigar. It takes away your power, however I see fit."
Henry's head swam with dizziness. And there was something else. A stirring in his briefs. He was getting an erection. That couldn't be right. No way. Not now. Not from this guy.
"Just relax," the man growled. "Soon you'll be totally powerless."
Suddenly, all Henry wanted to do was give up. Just collapse into this big man's arms. His face burned with embarassment as his dick throbbed and poked a conspicuous tent against his khaki trousers.
"There we go. I see I have your full attention now. You never much went in for big men before, did you, Officer Helpless."
He felt tingly all over. "No sir."
"Well, now you're going to. You're going to fall desperately in love with me."