Nick awoke with a start. It was dark. Something moved next to him and he screamed in fright. The thing screamed back. A light flicked on, revealing that he was in bed, totally naked, with Karen – who up until an hour ago had been his loving wife. He shuddered with disgust and bolted out of the bedroom, past a doorway from which a sleepy boy was groggily peering, and out the front door, pelting naked into the suburban street, which was just being speckled with the early light of dawn.
He sprinted down past rows of identical houses, some with roaring lawn mowers working away at the front yard, most still quiet in the stillness of the morning. He ran and ran, looking for an exit, or at least some place to find clothes to cover his naked body. But it was no use. A wall of houses was swiftly approaching him from the front. He spun around, but there were houses on all sides. The only way out was the way he came. He had accidentally made his way into a cul de sac.
He turned around and started to run again when flashing red and blue lights flickered over his pale skin, which was dripping with sweat. He was slammed bodily to the ground, scraping his knees on the gravel. His hands were roughly pushed behind him and cuffed, whereupon he was forced headfirst into the back of the police car. He sat glumly in the back, wondering how exactly he would be able to explain what had happened to a court. He thought that somehow they wouldn’t believe that Karen had let him into her head willingly because he had temporarily been married to her.
The squad car arrived at the police station and Nick was dragged into a holding cell in the main office. The key clicked in the lock and suddenly he was alone. He sat down, trying to mull over the events of last night. He remembered being very angry about gay marriage, giving a long rant while he walked home. The sour taste of the speech still tickled his tongue. Was this what every morning of his life was going to be like from now on?
All of a sudden, there was a flurry of motion. Two officers bundled into the room, carrying a third. They knocked all the office supplies off a nearby desk and ripped open the man’s jacket and shirt. A large piece of glass protruded from the fabric, but they sighed with relief when they saw that it had only superficially cut the skin beneath. They got out a first aid kit and fixed up the cut, then sat the officer up, grinning.
“You really gave us a scare there, Johnson.”
Johnson smiled demurely and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. As he did so, his pec muscles bounced beneath his taut skin. In all the commotion, Nick hadn’t noticed just how… fit the officer really was. His dark nipples just ached to be sucked. He traced a bead of sweat between them, down his firm, washboard stomach, and down, down into the lining of his boxers, dripping along his perfect V-line. Nick licked his lips. A tiny droplet of drool fell out of his mouth, hitting his bare foot.
Instantly, his insides felt like they were filled with writhing snakes. He doubled over in pain as the lust slowly drained out of him, dripping slowly to the floor directly out of his dick: little droplets of cum. As this happened, to his dismay, his dick receded back an inch, but gained at least three times that in thickness, as it beefed up into the fattest choad he had ever seen. The second it finished inflating, a sound like a gong being struck filled Nick’s ears with crystal clarity, as if it were inside his chest, filling it up, swelling inside him with a white hot heat. The heat made him angry but it wasn’t going away. The pain made him angry, too, but at least it was starting to subside.
His abdomen contracted in a sudden burst, as if he’d sucked in his stomach, but it never released. His core became a thick band of muscle. The bubbling heat rose and his nipples shrunk to pinpricks, pushing outward with all their might and dragging his chest along with them like two slabs of prime beef. His left pec itched as a scrawling tattoo inked itself across it, spelling out words in a language he didn’t know.
The heat rose up his neck and down his arms, which thickened like heavy lengths of pipe. It filled his head, rattling around inside his skull and filling him with uncontrollable fury. He roared and gnashed his teeth. One of them popped out of his mouth, falling to the ground and vanishing in a puff of smoke. His long blonde hair swiftly joined it, slithering away from his head and away into the ether, leaving him with a shaved dome, prickling with dark morning stubble. His skull didn’t feel like his own. A ridge protruded from the top, giving him a very triangular head that made him look even more intimidating. A teardrop tattoo prickled into existence beneath his eye, and topless women inked themselves onto both of his broad shoulders. His eyes turned dull grey, filled with hollow hunger and a sudden fire.
He bristled, all anger and thick muscle. He roared and rattled the bars of his cell, his entire body rippling with energy. As he screamed, spittle flew from his open mouth and his jaw cracked and widened, becoming an impossibly broad, pointed shelf that looked so thick it could crack skulls. A thin coating of hair tickled as it emerged from his chest and down his massive forearms and his pawlike hands.
His mind filled with flurries of angry memories and sick pleasures. His dick throbbed as he remembered snorting coke with big-titted hookers and taking them from behind, pumping and thrusting with animalistic fervor. His head ached as he remembered knocking two cops’ skulls together and smashing a mirror to pieces, stabbing one of them in the gut as he tried to escape. If anything, this made his dick throb even harder, and he lost his mind completely, whirling around the tiny cell, electricity coursing through his veins and rage exploding out of every muscular pore.