I Love Some Of The Pics Youve Made Of Big Muscled Cops. Do You Think You Could Turn Me Into A Totally

I love some of the pics you’ve made of big muscled cops. Do you think you could turn me into a totally massive one?

"Damn it," your police chief huffed as you waddled into his office. "That's the fourth uniform this week that you've hulked out of!"

"Sorry, Chief," you blushed, looking down at yourself.

You're the biggest cop on the force, towering over every other guy you work with. That, and you easily outsize them by at least one hundred pounds of rock hard muscle. You're a wall of muscle, looking like you should be a superheavyweight competitive bodybuilder as opposed to a police officer. Your bowling ball sized biceps constantly bulge out of your short sleeves, and your rotund pecs tore through your tight uniform shirts with ease. Even your uniform pants looked they were painted on, your massive thick quads looking incredibly large as they strained against your uniform. The sheer size of your legs reduced your strut to a cumbersome waddle, and your nearly inflexible arms forced your limbs outward at an awkward angle.

Unfortunately, your super-sized musculature sometimes led to your suspects escaping, easily outrunning the muscled up bodybuilder cop who waddled around the city blocks.

Your face flushed red, your massive pecs out in the open in front of your boss since your shirt had burst to shreds... again. You'd tried to flirt with a cute guy who'd been trying to sweet talk himself out of a ticket (it worked), and you'd playfully flexed your enormous muscletits-- RIIIPPP! Your muscletits had completely ruined your shirt for the umpteenth time since you'd gotten hired.

"Sorry, Chief," you apologized to your older boss. "I keep buying the largest size they have, but none of them seem to fit."

Your boss hummed, deep in thought, before perking up. "Okay, I think I have an idea," he finally said, a smile audible in his voice.

-- -- --

You signaled at the waiting taxi, giving the driver the okay to proceed down the street. As he passed by, his jaw hung low as he eyed your massive muscles up and down.

You couldn't help but smirk as you held up an arm to stop the other lane of traffic, your enormous bicep flexing with power as you moved.

Your chief had decided to move you to traffic duty, placing you in the middle of the intersections whenever some of the traffic lights went out. You didn't mind at all; in fact, you loved it! You got to show off your massive muscles for the whole city to see.

Speaking of, your chief finally helped you with your uniform problem.

Now, instead of having to cover your big muscles in some confining shirt and pants combo, your newly approved police uniform is a pair of blue speedos. You can affix your belt to it, and just put your hat on-- and that was it!

While on duty, your bodybuilder physique was constantly on display. Your plump pecs protruded far out in front of you, your nubby nipples constantly hard from the cool breeze passing over them. Your arms could flex with power without the worry of ruining another shirt. Your bubblebutt shifted in your tight speedos, the back of your uniform riding up between the huge cheeks and sometimes looking more like a thong. The sheer size of your enormous quads forced your bulge out and in front, your large cock and balls barely contained in the small pouch.

A grin on your face, you threw both of your massive arms above your head and flexed, showing the city just how huge the biggest cop on the force is.

Vojta blushed as the audience began to snicker at the mini bulge in front of him. "It's not small!" he tried to bellow. "I just really pumped up my quads, and it's making it look small by comparison!"

But a keen eye could easily see the rigid, pert two inch nub tenting out his micro poser.

"When the producers first shrank my head, I was a little nervous," Tyler squeaked into the microphone, his voice perpetually sounding like he'd been sucking on helium. "But now, my tiny head makes my muscles look HUGE! I love it!"

Chris Bumstead's Progress Thoughout the Years

Yay! There's more. I think my favorite is the lower right!

Some Derek AU pics

The fat pirate finishing off barrels of rum and belching loud enough the seas bubble up.

Rich!spoiled Derek who spends all day at the golf course and the private lunch club… and keeps getting bitched out by caddy Stiles who warns him those golf carts aren’t made for quite a wide load.

Coach Derek who doesn’t follow his own diet advice…..

It's a little cold in Tyler's place.