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City of Bears - Series 2: Special Delivery Episode 3: Proper Punishment

by Wesley Bracken

In the driver's seat of the squad car, Officer Larry Leaton adjusted his crotch awkwardly.. Next to him, Officer Rick Russel suppressed a snicker, and resisted the urge to adjust his own package. Sure, when they'd found the odd boxes in their lockers from some place called Bear Boutique, they had been curious to see what was inside, but both had been caught by surprise In Larry's was a supple, leather jockstrap, and in Rick's, a tight, rubber thong. What began as embarrassment became good humor, then after a few dares both young cops were clad in their strange gifts, sitting in the squad car on the side of the highway, keeping an eye out for drunk drivers all night long. Neither of them was very fond of traffic duty, but everyone had to take at least one night shift, and with Halloween just around the corner, there were more and more crazies on the road every night.

The two officers had known each other for a quite a while, having met in the academy. It had been natural for them to become partners after graduating a couple of years ago. Larry had always possessed a strong sense of justice--even as a kid in school he'd been the one standing up to bullies and defending people, even if it got him beat up in the process. Becoming a cop had been a natural decision for him, and was well respected by the upper brass. He was generally expected to make sergeant before long, and was often discussed as having the makings of a future police chief. Rick however, was best known around the station for having the ability to remain calm in nearly any situation. He was also able to talk most anyone down from making dangerous mistakes, which in his line of work was treasured. More than once his words had gotten both of them out of some bad spots. Larry often joked that he would make a great negotiator with his demeanor, and Rick was actually taking the idea seriously. For now though, they were just two cops stuck on night duty, stuck in awkward underwear for another couple of hours.

Just then, a car shot past them going at least a hundred on the highway. Cursing, Larry gunned the engine and took off after the car, sirens and lights blaring as they chased the car down the highway. It was obvious that whoever was driving was drunk out of their mind, because the car was careening wildly from lane to lane, though he was managing to at least keep the car on the road. Larry was beginning to think that he wouldn't pull over and that he'd have to call in for backup, but finally the car relented and pulled over onto the shoulder, Larry pulling up behind him slowly. "Why don't you handle this one?" Larry said to Rick, "You're better with the drunk ones."

"Fine, but you buy the first round of beer next time we go out," Rick replied and climbed out of the car. Checking his flashlight, he came over to the passenger side window and knocked on it, the driver rolling it down. Inside was pretty much exactly who Rick expected. Some drunk, frat boy wannabe, probably just now heading home from clubbing. He had on a polo shirt with the collar popped, and from the look in his eyes, it wasn't just booze he was strung out on. "How are you doing tonight, sir?" Rick asked, "Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Shut the fuck up!" the guy slurred, "I only pulled over to tell you pigs that my dad's a fuckin' lawyer, and if you give me a ticket, I'll sue your ass to next fuckin' week!"

"Step out of the car sir," Rick replied calmly.

"Fuck no."

"Sir, if you do not comply, I will have to use force. Now please step out of the car."

The guy didn't say anything, just hocked a wad of spit right into Rick's face. He wiped it off with one hand, feeling his face redden and warm. He thought it was just embarrassment, but suddenly a bright flash of pure anger surged through him. This punk wasn't going to listen to him. He was a spoiled brat, and he needed a lesson in who was in charge here. Rick hauled open the door, reached in and dragged the guy out of the car and onto the shoulder of the road. This alone was enough to shock Larry into stepping out of the car to see what was going on. He got out in time to see Rick spit directly in the driver's face and shout. "You fucking bitch! You're gonna get it for that, You're just going to have to learn how to respect your superiors the hard way!" The guy struggled and tried to fight back, but Rick hauled him up off the ground, shoved him against the car and handcuffed his hands behind his back and started patting him down, shoving the driver's head against the car roughly every time he started to protest. Larry had never seen Rick that furious, and wondered what in the world the guy had said to set him off like that. He knew he should step in, but something about watching Rick rough the guy up...it was turning Larry on big time, and he could feel his cock start to swell in his new jock, and he palmed it with one hand, surprised by how large his bulge was. Rick finished up his pat down, and dragged the driver, still screaming obscenities, past Larry and shoved him into the cop car, slamming the door as hard as he could, panting heavily.

Rick had never been this angry before, and he desperately tried to get himself back under control, but any time he thought of that guy, he felt the rage surge back. It felt as though it were filling him up and pushing out on his very skin, making his muscles hot. As Larry watched, Rick swelled right before his eyes, his lean figure suddenly becoming heavily muscled, straining out against his shirt. It looked damn good he thought, and he wondered whether Rick would grow again if he got angrier. He knew he shouldn't...but, suddenly he couldn't stop himself if he wanted to.

"Hey, that guy deserves it, all guys like him deserve it, you know what I mean?" Larry said, his lip curling into a smirk.

"Fuck yeah, just thinking about it...Fuck!" Rick said, slamming his fist into the side of the patrol car, denting it slightly.

"Yeah man, that's it. Let it the fuck out. I got a plan man, get in the fucking car!" Larry said, unable to control a maniacal glee filling him up. This guy was gonna get punished. Yeah, that was it, punished good and hard. "What's your name, boy?" Larry asked as he started the car.

"I'm not telling you, you fucks!"

Larry turned around, and growled angrily, "I asked you for your name, bitch. Now give it to me."

The guy was stunned for a moment, and mumbled, "Cliff. It's Cliff."

"Alright Cliff, we're gonna go for a little drive."

Larry gunned the engine and took off down the highway, realizing as he went that he needed to shove the seat back a bit to fit comfortably. Was he growing too? He couldn't tell, but he hoped he was. He needed to be big if he was going to punish this guy right. They took off at a breakneck speed, Larry barely listening to Rick and the guy argue and taunt each other through the screen separating them. He pushed the patrol car faster, eager to get to the rest area he knew was up ahead. He tried for a moment to get a hold of himself, to stop what he knew was coming, but why bother? This was going to be too much fun. Besides, the guy needed to be punished, and punished properly, and he had a feeling that the only ones for the job were Rick and himself.

Larry pulled off into the rest area which was empty aside from a few trucks, and came to a screeching halt. Rick, already fuming, leapt out of the car, ripped open the door, grabbed Cliff by the shirt and hauled him out onto the ground. "Easy man, we don't want to hurt him...too much," Larry said.

"Yeah, yeah," Rick said to Larry, then turned to his captive, "Lick my fucking boots clean bitch!" He shouted, and shoved his booted foot into his face. Cliff tried to struggle away, but the officer kept up the pressure, threatening and cajoling until the guy submitted and weakly licked at the leather, mostly out of fear more than anything else. Larry just watched for a moment, certain now that Rick was much, much more massive that he'd been before. In fact, he could almost watch the muscle pile on as the seconds ticked by. It wasn't pretty muscle either. In fact, had Larry not known better, he would have assumed that Rick was on some serious shit--steroids probably, and maybe even a cocktail of growth hormones. His arms and pecs were massive, slabs of meat, same with his tights, with a massive, solid gut pushing out from his midsection, the abs standing out on the curve, a classic roid gut. As he was urging the guy on, Rick scratched his head with the brim of his cap, revealing his now bald scalp underneath. Now that Larry was looking closer, Rick's face had changed as well, becoming rougher, with some scars and a very heavy brow. Over the course of minute, Larry watched as Rick's cheeks darkened with stubble, as a thick black beard erupted and grew out several inches, bushy and wild, making him appear even more brutish.

Curious to see his own changes, Larry looked down at himself, and saw that he had grown quite a bit as well. While he was about the same size as Rick, his body looked quite different. First, he'd packed on less muscle, having traded in some for a healthy layer of fat which provided quite a bit of cushion all over, especially around his midsection. From the look of his forearms and the back of his palms, he was also quite a bit hairier than he had been before, but what he kept coming back to was his ass. Two big cheeks pushed out against the seat of his pants, and they had just enough fat to be soft, but most of their bulk was muscle. It felt so good fondling them, and his growing cock of course. His pants were so full at this point he was surprised they hadn't ripped apart yet. He ran his hand across his face and felt a beard of his own had sprouted there, but nowhere near the size of Rick's.

Rick, on the other hand, had noticed none of this, other than a vague sense that he had become much more powerful and commanding, and who hell of a lot angrier than he'd ever been in his life, but it felt good. He didn't want to hold it in anymore, he discovered, as he ground Cliff's face deeper into his boot. "Don't give me none of that weak tongue crap!" he barked, "Lick it like you mean it!"

He heard Cliff whimper and sob, but he did as the cop commanded, running his whole tongue along the length of the boot, terrified out of his mind. What in the hell was going on? He saw the other cop walk over and gently place his own leather boot on his head. "You look good licking that boot, bitch," Larry said calmly, "You like the taste of leather, don't you? You like shining leather with your spit. Yeah, you thought you were hot shit, didn't you? Well we're just getting started." The guy couldn't hold back anymore and started crying loudly, and shouting for someone to help him, but Rick kicked him in the face, and Larry got down and wrapped one leather glove around his mouth keeping him quiet. "Now listen bitch, we're going to give you your punishment, and you're going to take it, because you deserve it, don't you?" Larry said. When the guy didn't make an effort to respond, he said louder, "When I ask you a question I expect an answer!"

Cliff nodded quickly, just wanting this nightmare to be over. He did need to be punished. He'd been a very bad boy, and he needed these...these strong, muscular officers to punish him properly. Before he could realize there was anything wrong with those thoughts, Larry hauled him up off the ground and started walking him over to the restroom, pushing the still handcuffed Cliff in front of him. Rick followed behind them, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. Everywhere his uniform touched him, it was starting to itch, and as they entered the restroom, the itching became an unbearable burning. It was only once they were inside that Larry noticed his partner was having trouble.

"Fuck! It's burning!" Rick groaned, itching himself all over.

"Well take it then, you idiot!" Larry said. Rick looked at him like he was a genius, grabbed the fabric in his massive hands and ripped it away from his body. He pulled off his shirt first, revealing a black rubber tank top which had appeared underneath. It fit him, but was stretched impossibly tight across his body, highlighting every dip and valley of his ripped roid gut. Hanging around his neck was a necklace made of thick chain with a police badge hanging from it. He tore away his pants next, finding a pair of rubber shorts with the crotch cut away, the pouch of his rubber thong jutting out, filled to the max with his huge cock. They could see the tops of large rubber waders sticking out of the top of his boots, which crumbled away when Rick yanked at them. The waders reached to his knees and would have been massive on anyone else, but given the size of Rick's legs and calves, they were nearly as skin tight as the rest of his uniform.

"Fuck yeah, that's so much better..." Rick moaned as he felt himself up with his huge hands, focusing mainly on his huge bulge.

"Yeah, don't you agree Cliff? Isn't Officer...Officer..." Larry glanced at the badge, and saw that it now read Officer Rubber. "Isn't Officer Rubber fucking hot in that new uniform of his?"

"Please...Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I swear!" Cliff begged.

"I asked you a question boy, you know what I'm looking for. Doesn't seeing all of that rubber stretched tight across those muscles make you want to rub your face all over him? Lick his body, get down on your knees and worship him like a fucking whore? Doesn't looking at him make you feel that way?" Larry said. He reached around and groped Cliff's hard cock for a moment, making him groan, "Well, doesn't it boy? I can tell how horny you're getting just looking at Officer Rubber there. Why don't you pose for our victim here, Rubber?"

Officer Rubber grinned widely, and started flexing his muscles, showing off their massive size, and Cliff couldn't take it. He stumbled forward and onto his knees, shoving his face into Rick's rubber clad crotch, licking eagerly. "Yeah boy, you like the way that sweaty rubber tastes, don't ya?" Rick said, moving into a double bicep pose. Cliff didn't care anymore. He needed to taste these muscles, to worship this rubber god before him. He tried to pull down Officer Rubber's thong, but he slapped his face away. "You ain't gotten you're proper punishment yet boy! That's only for good little bitches. Now clean off my waders like you know you want to." Cliff moaned a bit and crouched down, licking the rubber boots, eager to please.

Larry was enjoying the show immensely, both his partner's posing, and Cliff's sudden change of heart. As he was feeling up his own body, he looked to the side and caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, surprised to see that his hair and beard were suddenly grey. He walked over, and found that he was now so wide, he had to keep about five feet away just to see most of his body in the small mirror, but he liked what he saw. He flexed one of his fatty biceps and watched his own uniform material rip away, so he pulled off the whole sleeve, his arm covered with grey hairs, and a thick leather band encircling his upper arm.

As he eyed himself, Larry heard a faint moan come from the back of the restroom, in the handicapped stall. Rubber and Cliff were occupied for the moment, as Larry snuck over, and with a kick, busted open the lock on the door and stormed in. There was a yelp, as a fat and hairy trucker sitting on the toilet tried to cover up his obvious hard on. "Well, well, well," Larry said, "Looks like we have somebody else here who needs some punishment."

"Hey, come on man, I was just taking a shit," the trucker tried to explain, but Larry hauled him up, forced him against the wall and handcuffed him, then walked him out by the sinks, his pants still around his ankles and his cock still jutting straight out. Larry felt himself getting even more excited, as the thought of all the ways he could punish these two, and as he did, he felt himself start to itch. Before it got worse, he started tearing off his clothing piece by piece, until he stood there in his own new uniform. A harness made from four inch bands of thick, black leather was strapped over his beefy chest, as hairy as the rest of his body, with leather bands around both biceps, bracers on his forearms, and gloves on both hands. He also had on a pair of leather chaps, his massive ass exposed behind him, and a sizable cock kept back by his leather jock, though it wasn't nearly as massive as Officer Rubber's. He had on a pair of high leather boots, perfectly shined. He immediately felt better, and he saw that he had a badge similar to Officer Rubbers hanging around his neck, though his said "Officer Larry Leather."

"That's better," Officer Leather said, and turned to his newest captor, "Now you, pig, what's your name?"

"Uh...Chuck. I'm Chuck."

"Well Cliff, public indecency is a misdemeanor, not as severe as Cliff's harassment charge, but I'm gonna have to give you more than a warning..." He came closer to the trucker, backing him against the wall, their guts touching one another.

"Hey, come on...officer. I was...I was just listening..."

"Yeah, that you were," Officer Leather said, "I bet you like listening a whole lot. And watching. You're just one big voyeur, aren't you?"

"I...I don't know about that...sir."

"Sir he says. Hey Rubber, I like this one, he knows how to show some respect! But as for you not being a voyeur, are you saying watching that doesn't turn you on?" Larry said, pointing to where Cliff was licking up and down Rick's rubber clad chest, sucking on the outlined nipples while the officer moaned, "Look at him--isn't that hot?"

"Yeah...fuck yeah, I love watching stuff like that..."

"I bet you do. Now why don't you be a good boy and watch while we punish this guy here, alright? But you can't cum until I let you, that's your punishment. But you know what? I bet the two of you planned this whole thing, didn't you?" Larry said, walking over and pulling Cliff away from Officer Rubber for a moment. Cliff and the trucker just looked at Larry, puzzled, so he continued, "Yeah, Chuck, you hide out, while Cliff here finds some roughneck to fuck him, and then you listen and watch while the guy works him over, isn't that right?"

"Fuck, that would be so fucking hot..." Chuck moaned, his cock dribbling at the thought, but Cliff sputtered a bit.

"Hell no! I don't even know him. What...what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Hey, I'm just drawing reasonable conclusions. Don't shoot the messenger. I mean, you two probably drive the same truck on long hauls across the country, sleeping during the day and taking time each night to cruise for someone to fuck you over while Chuck watches."

What are you talking about?" Cliff said, "I'm not a fucking trucker! Do I look like a trucker to you?"

"Well, what do you think Officer Rubber? Do you think he looks like a trucker?"

"Hell yeah," Rick said, "I mean, look at the size of his gut! He sure looks like some guy who sits around behind the wheel most of the time."

"Yeah, and that filthy beard and hair of his," Larry added.

"He doesn't smell to clean, that's for sure. He probably doesn't get a chance to shower all that often on the road."

"His clothes are nasty too. He's probably been wearing them for weeks without changing them."

"Stop it!" Cliff shouted, "Stop it, damn it! It isn't true."

Larry grinned, "Well, then why don't you look at yourself in the mirror?" He said, dragged Cliff up and showed him his reflection in the mirror. Cliff just gaped for a moment trying to absorb what he saw. He could still recognize pieces of himself, but he was no longer the young, hip frat boy he'd been moments before. Now, all he saw was a much older man with a massive beard and long ratty hair, dressed in a dirty, grimy flannel shirt covering his massive gut.

"No...No," was all he could manage to say.

"Now you've been properly punished," Larry whispered in his ear.

"Can I fuck him now Larry? That fat ass of his is too good to resist," Officer Rubber said.

"How about it Cliff? Do you want Officer Rubber to fuck you if front of Chuck here? Pound that fat trucker ass of yours with his massive cock? Just thinking about it is getting you all excited, isn't it?"

"Oh...Oh god yeah, fuck me, officer. Fuck my fat ass..." Cliff said. Licking his lips, Rubber pulled down his thong, revealing his massive, fourteen inch cock, while Officer Leather pulled down Cliff's pants, revealing his fat ass and nasty crack. Rubber lubed up the head with some spit, and started cramming it up the new trucker's ass, listening to Chuck moan behind him, wishing he could jack off.

"Yeah, look at that," Officer Leather said, "Look at that reflection of yours. That fat, filthy trucker you are getting your ass raped by my partner's massive cock. You're nothing but a filthy whore, aren't you? Begging cops and bikers to fuck you with their big cocks."

"Oh fuck yeah..." was all Cliff could say. He felt his old way slipping away from him, replaced by new memories. Driving with Chuck, sucking cock and getting fucked by biker gangs, other truckers, anyone really, Chuck listening and watching all of it. Leather hauled out his own cock and shoved it down Cliff's throat, the two officers fucking him brutally at both ends for half an hour before cumming together, watching their muscles explode to even greater heights as they climaxed. They were both close to seven feet tall now, Leather a bit taller than Rubber, and their bodies had become near caricature. Rick's muscles looked like they had simply exploded. His neck was history, absorbed by his massive delts and pecs, his biceps almost as big around as his waist. His new build made it difficult for him to move in any way other than an ape-like lumber, his arms in front of him as his huge legs struggled to keep up. Larry on the other hand, found himself leaning back, trying to counteract the massive gut he now had. While it was huge, it was also very hard, feeling like muscle, and his ass...His ass was massive, two huge cheeks bursting from his chaps, providing some counterbalance for his gut.

Cliff was exhausted, but Larry dragged him over to where Chuck was panting, his cock red and swollen from watching both huge officers fuck over his friend, and with his hand on the back of the new trucker's head, slammed Chuck's cock down his throat as far as he could. Cliff's gag reflex was enough to send Chuck over the edge, unloading a huge amount of cum, making Cliff sputter and choke from the volume as he struggled to swallow all of it down. Satisfied, the officers undid the handcuffs binding both of them and left them lying on the filthy concrete, exhausted, and headed back to their patrol car. Once there, Officer Leather pulled out two cigars which they lit up, enjoying the cool night on their sweaty, hot skin.

Larry couldn't stop looking over at his partner's new cock, which was now close to two feet long, and barely packed into that new thong of his. Rick on the other hand, kept stealing glances over at Leather's massive ass, wondering what it would feel like under his hands, with his shaft deep in his partner's hole. Leather moved first, leaning over the hood of the squad car, revealing his hole for Rubber, who didn't need any more tempting. He rammed his cock up his partner's ass, fucking him rough and long, smoke pouring from his nose as he shot another wad of cum deep in Larry, who slot his own load into the pouch of his jock, the overflow dribbling out the sides. After Rubber got down and licked Leather clean, they shared a smoky kiss, and then squeezed back into the squad car as best they could. They had a job to do after all, and many, many, many more naughty men to punish as only they could.