Frederick - 48 years old thief was sneaking by the wall of neighbouring houses. Middle aged balding man was smiling under his mask. He just burglarized house of quite wealthy family. And without a trace! He did it absolutely silently despite the fact that there were two girls sleeping in next room and was proud of himself. He was very careful during the stealing -always wearing gloves so he didn't leave any fingerprints. His backpack was full of some antique and exotic artifacts, jewelry and thick pack of money. And more will be coming soon after he sells all the stuff. Frederick exhaled relaxedly as he got safely through the city to the suburbs. His base was nearby. Old abandoned factory. Full moon was shining above his head and Fred opened metal door when someone shouted. "Hands up you bastard! I finally got you. One move and I will shot your fuckin' brain from your fuckin' head!" Fred obeyed the instructions and raised his hands up. "Now take off the backpack and slowly turn backwards."
As the burglar turned back he spotted tall muscular black policeman with shotgun in his hands aiming steadily to his face. Fred speaked with a smirk: "Ooh. Officer Stanley Clifford. Again? How many times we..." "Shut the fuck up!" thirty years old policeman replied and reloaded the pump-gun with a clop sound. "You have nothing again...as usually." Policeman looked nervous but accused Fred: "And what about the backpack, hm? Full of stolen items right?" Fred raised his eyebrows."This backpack? I don't know what is inside. I just found it and I was about to bring it to police station he replied innocently. "Show me then! Step back! Ten steps and don't move or I swear that I will kill ya!" Fred obeyed again and smiled. Policeman approached the backpack and opened it. He rummaged through various things inside. Jewelry, savage dolls, golden elephants, pipes from ivory, statues and other ancient stuff. He took out weird ancient looking hourglass. It kind of glowed in his hands. Like the sand inside denied basical physical rules. Pink sand inside flew upwards and changed it's color to dark blue. Then it slowly began fallimg back as in normal hourglass but changing the color to pink again. Policeman Stanley watched the weird effect in disbelief. It has to be expensive. He checked the thief and aimed to him again. "What is that?" Man just shrugged: "No idea officer. I see it for the first time in my life as you." "Liar!" Stanley shouted. "You have absolutely zero evidence against me, officer." "Oh - don't I? This..." policeman pointed to the backpack "...will be the major corpus delicti!" Fred just smiled and showed him his palms...in gloves and laughed mischievously. "The only evidence are your fingerprints on all these items officer Stanley. So what? Can I go now? I wan't to have a nap after very hard day in my absolutely legal job." "No!" the policeman shouted. Or almost shrieked. He had the feeling that his voice sounds higly pitched than usually. "You are going with me. To the police station." "Oh - really? And what is the reason?" "You are suspected from burglary. I have the law to lock you for 48 hours to our prison-cell. So...you will come with me." Fred smiled mischievously again: "As you wish. So you will have to handcuff me then." "No problem you jerk." Stanley took hamdcuffs to one hand and still aiming with other hand he approached the burglar. For muscular man like him there shouldn't be any problem to arrest old scrag like Frederick. But he suddenly felt weaker than usually. Shotgun in his right hand was heavier than he was habituated. He gripped Frank's hand and twisted it to get it back. But it was harder than usually. With all his power he finally managed to handcuff old man. "You used to be stronger officer." Frank grimaced. "Maybe you should start to excersise more and drink less beer with friends." "Shut up you idiot!" Stanley ordered. It was true. His voice sounded definitely more high pitched than usually. He probably caught flu or something. That's the reason why he fells so weak after all. "Move!"
They got to the police station in less than thirty minutes. Stanley had to unlock the door as he had the nightshift alone. "Inside!" he shrieked in high pitched voice. "Easy easy officer. I am older person." There was a single cell on the station with just a toilet and wooden bench inside. Stanley pushed burglar inside and locked the door. He was totally exhausted. "Hey!" Fred shouted. "What about the handcuffs? You should remove these once I am inprisoned. I know my rights!" "Shut up and sit down!" Stan ordered but his voice sounded funny even for him. He began with searching for the file of Frederick Tusk in lowest drawer of cabinet. He was bent forward and felt as Fred is staring at him. "There is nothing credible in the file. You should discard it and start over. And beside it - nice butt babe!" Stanley turned around and gritted with teeth. The made angrily three steps to the bars. He knew that Fred is just teasing him, but...in thruth he felt his butt a little bit constricted in the uniform pants. Maybe he really should exersise more. Maybe he really was less active last months. Nevermind. Fred sat down to bench and smiled: "But really my friend - you should get a new uniform. Three or four sizes bigger would be enough I think. Hahaha!" "Fuck you jerk." Stanley replied and left with the file to the other room. He turned on the computer and put the backpack on the table. Lot of work to do. But first of all - he had to piss.
As he stood in front of urinal and grabed his member he lowered his sight in disbelief. His penis was really tiny! He was really proud of his typical "black guy's" almost eight inches long penis in flaccid state. Almost eighteen when erected. Now it was barely one inch! His penis was like a child's! He started to panic. He wanted to put his trousers back on but he wasn't able to do it. His hips and butt were really too big for it. "Fuck! What is happening?" It had to get swollen for some reason. Maybe some allergic reaction?" He checked his body. His belly was ok. Maybe it was leaner than before. But his chest was also swollen. His bicepses were almost gone. "What the fuck?" his high pitched voice echoed in bathroom. He unbuttoned his uniform to check his chest. And he remained breathless as two clearly visible cones of fat emerged. It almost looked like...like boobs. A-cups! He quicky moved to the mirror. His face looked differently. All his hard lines were smoother. Eyebrows thiner. His facial hair was gone. The face looked more like...his sisters than his own. He had short mohawk hair since he started with police job. But now his new hair were emerging from his scalp as a messy bush. It was much longer, black and curly in afro style. He checked his chest again as he felt that it is getting more and more swollen. And kind of...heavier. He took off black undershirt only to see two B-cup boobs. He inhaled and exhaled several times. His boobs were jiggling. He touched one nipple and he immediately felt how weird feeling passed throug his spine to his groin. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower belly. He had to sit down to the toilet seat. As he had just boxer shorts he checked his groin quickly. He spread legs wide only to see...nothing. And then he touched it. No. There were undoubtly two vertical lips. Vaginal lips. Ha had a pussy. Cute black-pinkish pussy between his legs. He must be dreaming. This is not possible. He pinched his nipple and felt incredible pain. No. He wasn't dreaming. This nightmare is real. Her boobs were bigger with every inhale. And her ass was wider. "Incredible. This can't be happening." he said loudly in his new sultry voice. Policeman (or rather policewoman) touched her full puffy kisseable lips.
"Hey!" Fred shouted from the other room. "Officer Stanley, you have some sexy female colleague here, am I right? I can hear her! Heeeey honey! I wanna cofee! Bring me some cofee, pretty girl! I know my rights! Two sugars and milk please!" he laughed while Stanley was horrified.