Feeling the cooling breeze on your exposed nipples, as your breasts bounce with every step, which was wide to accommodate your swollen breast balls. You then spot a rather hot looking motercycle cop parked outside the school.
'jackpot' you think, grinning to yourself.
He was young, mid twenties perhaps, about 6”3”, and had a ripped, muscular physique. He was wearing a well fitting short-sleeve navy uniform shirt, unbuttoned just enough to see his collarbones and the top of his pecs, a leather strap across his chest. Tribal tattoos poked out of the sleeves on his impressive arms, as well as tight leather motorcycle breachers with gold stripes down the sides, a thick, plump looking bulge resting under his duty belt, as well as calf high leather motorcycle boots and black leather gloves. A strong jaw-line and dimpled chin covered by sexy 5o’clock shadow stubble, deep blue eyes beneath thick eyebrows, and short dark brown hair. He leant up against his bike, helmet resting on the seat as he read through his ticket book.
"Morning officer" you greet.
"Hey kid, hows school going?" he asks politely, not looking up.
"Pretty good" you reply, you take this opportunity to fire, In moments, the officers ass began to swell in his breachers, splitting the fabric as they grew to the size of two yoga balls, the nipples the size of ripe oranges. More breasts grew, a few shirt buttons popping open to make way for a sizeable pair on his once firm meaty pecs. Two more appeared on his knees, his kneepads acting like too small bras. Two more sprung out from his elbows, as well as his balls, his fly bursting open to make way. Finally, his ear lobes began to swell like water balloons as two smaller boobs appeared from them.