Mass Police Action

Another beauty written by Cube, originally posted on GainerWeb, this story tells the tale of a whole office full of blimping policemen. It starts off with a really hot, realistic feel, and then moves into total fantasy, but, it's well described enough to feel real. The different officers each have a different flavor if you will. The arm-chair sports nut, the slightly thicker pretty boy, the work out fiend, and it's a joy to read about each and every different guy plumping up. So, pick up a doughnut or twelve, and start reading. Full story after the jump.

Mass Police Action

Because the municipal budget was so tight and the manpower so desperately needed, the Police Computer Administrations Divisions welcomed the cheap, eager assistance that college internship programs promised. With only a year to go for my degree in computer sciences, I was a natural choice for a computer intern position at the Fourth Police Precinct.

All the same, having never been in a bona-fide police station and never having had any job interviews before, I was not at all ready to relax and enjoy my surroundings -- I nearly jumped when someone told me to go in for my meeting with the precinct chief...

"We hope that you will be happy here," Chief MacArthur said with a smile at the end of our talk together. He was a very handsome older man with a rugged face, a thick mass of gray, immaculately combed hair, a powerful build and a very large senior policeman's paunch. I am sure that he may have had some harsh tours of duty in his time, but he was kindness itself to a very easily unnerved young man. I was soon able to lose my awkwardness and show what I could do (on computer, of course). Soon he led me out to the office I would be working in and introduced me to the other officers with whom I would be working.

There were five other men with whom I would be spending my internship hours. They all seemed to be nice guys in their own ways and I would have been really out of touch with the world if I didn't notice how handsome they were. Of course, being a nervous, inexperienced closet case, I was not at all ready to express any opinions on their appearance. Still when I got home that night I knew that I was going to have material for bedtime fantasies for months to come.

After the first few weeks adjusting, I soon fit in -- a sort of useful civilian mascot, that the men accepted as part of the office. Not so much as a friend -- more like a piece of useful furniture, or a faithful pet that deserved a "Good boy!" or a figurative pat on the head once in a while. Being somewhat shy and nervous because of my personal tastes, it was actually much more comfortable than a buddy-buddy situation would have been. All the same, I soon got to know and like the officers who were working with me.

Steve, a junior officer who had just left a regular street beat. He was a serious fellow who liked to come over and talk to me once in a while. Thanks to regular workouts and a health food diet, Steve was a man who looked very slender in his uniform -- not an easy job with the bullet-proof vest and bulky fabric that seems to fill out the appearance of every officer, thin or not.

Chris was a nice man whose only real enemies in life were the office photocopier and the new report forms. He was a sports fanatic and the walls of his area were papered with clippings from SPORTS ILLUSTRATED, the local papers or any other publications that mentioned his favorite baseball, football, hockey, basketball... Well, I won't list them all -- simply put, he was nuts about sports and all the armchair admiration made for a very full middle.

Willie who grinned and muttered "pardon the stereotype," as he munched on his usual doughnut. By rights he could have had a large gut, but his workouts with Steve at the local gym kept his constant snacking from ruining the fit of his uniform.

Alex had the sort of looks that made me sure that the people he was always arguing on the phone with were girlfriends. He was already several pounds too heavy to be in a catalogue or sex magazine, but the appeal he had could work even if that handsome face of his had quintuple chins.

Peter always wanted to know how my college computer courses held up to the city sponsored classes that he was finishing off. I didn't mind his comparisons as I enjoyed talking to him and looking into that sleek face of his.

I did a good job in that office and got along pretty well with everyone, but there were times when I had to quietly leave for the bathroom and safely locked away from them, vent my feelings for those fellows. It wasn't often, but some moments made my crotch want to disown me and my closet inhibitions. The worst times for me were when the men would discuss that constant condition of office bound policemen -- fatness.

A simple joking reference to Chief MacArthur's, or Chris's fuller waists, a humorous comment about how Willie's love of pastry might catch up to him, comments on how Alex's dates might use his belly, grinning threats directed to the slender beltlines of Steve or Peter of all of these made me feel like an overstrained pipe about to burst.

But how many cops want to know that their image as big, fat, slobs ready to snap out of uniform is a turn-on? Better to keep my mouth shut and deal with my feelings single-handed.

"Jeez! How did that happen?!?!"

I looked up to see Willie looking very upset as he spoke on the phone.

Soon everyone in the office was listening as bit by bit, we heard how Steve, while checking out some reports about strange cars on a local street, suddenly found himself running down the tail end of a hot-car chase along the waterfront. Street-smart, Steve got them down to a dead-end road and when they realized where they were the crooks tried to reverse into the police car and ram their way out. Reinforcements came before they could fully trash Steve's car, but he still ended up in the hospital, his foot done up in plaster and doctors warning him not to run around for a few weeks until the bone fractures healed.

We were all relieved that Steve was OK, but it was still a major shock...

"Hey Willie, are ya eatin' for two?"

I watched as Willie looked down sheepishly at his full gut and brushed a few of the last danish crumbs off of the stretching shirt. A bit of white undershirt was beginning to show where the buttons pulled apart most. Steve's workout partner had put on about ten or fifteen pounds around his middle since the car chase. While Willie's snacking hadn't changed, without his exercise partner to remind him, Willie had kept forgetting to go to the gym for his workouts. With a constant pastry intake and no regular abdominal crunches, jogging or any other activities, it was inevitable that his belly would begin to fill out.

"What can I do? Steve was the one who kept me to my workouts."

"You could still go to the gym yourself you know," Peter replied.

"Nah," the Chief interrupted as he passed by, "let him enjoy his belly for a bit, Steve will put him back in shape when he gets back next week."

Chief MacArthur and Willie laughed, their hands resting on their middles as I slipped out to the bathroom...

We went all out in the office the day Steve came back. Streamers, a good food spread (including a health-conscious layout for the guest of honor) and everyone ready to welcome back the hero of the Fourth Precinct.

Steve hobbled in, grinning at our yelled "SURPRISE!" and laughing at the shocked expressions on our faces as we took in the large gut that covered the once washboard middle.

"How could I do any workout with this piece of crap on my foot?" Steve stuck out his leg out and hiked up his pant leg to show off the bandages that still surrounded his foot. Then he poked his index finger into Willie's round belly.

"Nice paunch pal, but I'll bet mine's bigger -- I popped a couple'a buttons off of my old shirt when I tried getting it on all the way."

Willie, still surprised at the change in his former exercise partner, just stood there.

"Aw come on Willie, we both went to pot, lots of guys do. Now, we can work it off when I can walk all right or..." At this moment, Steve took an apple turnover from the party table and began to munch it, "we can enjoy ourselves and turn into fat cops like the other guys..."

The men laughed as they watched Willie's reaction. As for me, I wasn't laughing at all -- I was quickly rushing for that place where I could be alone and have my manual workout.

By the time Steve was fully healed, both he and Willie were comfortably turning into regulation porkers. Pete was now "Skinny" and I was quietly freaking out.

Now if this were a regular story, I ought to have started bringing in doughnuts, snacks and any fattening food I could think of. But come on! It was getting harder for me to concentrate on my work as is. Having these handsome policemen actively fatten up around me without being able to express my feelings was slowly sending me over the edge. Simply listening to their belly talk and watching them talk about where to go for lunch was enough to give me a hard on.

It was after Easter vacation. I was at my desk when Steve came in, looking very sheepish in a shirt that was too small for either his holiday poundage and my own sanity. I saw the button-holes wrinkle around the edge from the load they had to carry and had to look away.

"Hey fat boy!" Pete laughed poking at his fellow officer's fleshy middle.

"Who are you talking to, Skinny!" Steve said punching at Pete playfully, "my family really went out with the food this year!"

"And you ate it all, gut-bucket!" Pete replied with a pinch at Steve's love handle. The two men started sparring and I watched, frozen in my seat, by the sight of Steve's gut shifting under the tightly stretched blue shirt.

POP!

Steve cussed and Pete laughed as a button flew off and showed the belly-button that was slipping out from under the white undershirt below.

"...omigawdomigawdomigawd..." I muttered under my breath like a mantra. It seemed to me that if I got up to leave for the bathroom now, the outline of my boner would be clear to anyone who looked at me.

"Something wrong, pal?" Steve was right by me looking at me with concern. All I could look at was the bit of tummy-fat that was pushing out of his shirt.

"Yeah-no, I mean uh, sure..." I stammered closing my eyes and trying to breath slow and deep. It didn't help and with a brief "'scuse me," I rushed to the bathroom not caring anymore who saw what, only hoping that I didn't lose my mind or creme in my pants.

I locked to stall door and pulled down my pants. Even the sensation of my cock standing free was a relief and I sat trying to get some control of myself.

My dick felt hot as I held it in my hand and began to gently run my fingers up and down the shaft. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I heard someone walk in. Soon a pair of black regulation shoes were standing in front of my stall.

"Are you OK?"

It was Steve.

I heard a slight moan which I realized to my horror was my own!

There was a clanking of a belt with its gun and radio and soon I saw a crumpled pile of his leggings around his ankles.

"Open the door." Steve said in a calm voice, "or we'll both have to do a lot of explaining..."

I pulled him in, nearly pulling Steve on me as he tried to move forward in his lowered pants. Even before we locked the stall, our mouths were together, tongues eagerly feeling, hands rubbing and clutching and rigid cocks pressed against each others bodies.

"You...like...my...gut..." Steve whispered haltingly in my ear.

I answered by slipping down and burying my face in the soft area that had once been washboard firm.

"Good... OoooH..." my chubby cop exclaimed as I slipped my mouth over his firm rod.

What with his hard cock in my mouth and his gut pressing against my forehead, we were both ready to shoot off in torrents, when the door to the bathroom opened. Immediately, Steve sat on the toilet seat and I was on his lap, my feet off the floor so that no one could see that two men were in the stall.

The stall door rattled and Steve coughed loudly and I nearly shot off from the sensation of the fleshy chest and belly moving so sharply against me. Soon though, the bathroom was left to us again and we were able to bring off our encounter to it natural and wonderful conclusion.

"MacArthur wants to talk to you," Chris said as he stood over my desk, his jacket framing the belt-divided sections of his gut..

I closed up my computer as I carefully admired the sight of Chris' retreating full-packed ass. Then I headed into Chief MacArthur's office.

Steve was there looking urgently at me. There was something in his look that made me feel cold...

Chief MacArthur knew!

Locking the outer office and hall doors, Chief MacArthur turned around and looking sternly at us, began to speak in a low controlled voice.

"I stepped into the men's room this morning and was very surprised to discover that the two of you were sharing a stall..."

I looked at the talking Chief and the violently blushing officer next to me. It was my worst nightmare coming true!

"...Now you should know how easily scandal could hit this precinct. A policeman and a student fucking in a john!"

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but the Chief held up a hand and continued.

"I can make a lot of trouble for you two, but dammit! Steve, you're a good cop and this youngster here has done a pretty good job, when he isn't looking at my officer's asses..."

Though it may have been impossible, I felt myself blushing an even deeper red.

"There is another way..."

Steve and I looked at each other -- we knew full well that we were never going to be able to be with each other again!

"...Here are keys to this office, but you two had better keep your friendship quiet and just between the three of us."

We looked up in shock. It was impossible and yet, Chief MacArthur was holding a pair of keys and GRINNING!!!

"But one more thing men," The Chief's hand went down to an unmistakable mound that was rising in his trousers, "if you could do a senior officer a favor while the door is locked..."

Trying not to laugh out loud with relief, I knelt down and freed the Chief from his gun holster and belt. I was tickling his plump furry gut as I undid the shirt buttons when suddenly I felt the soft pressure of Steve's belly behind me. My head was happily engulfed by the two prominent paunches as the men kissed each other above me. Soon uniforms and civilian clothes were scattered all over the room as we took pleasure of each other and I can assure you that the carpeted floor of the chief's office was a lot more comfortable than the bathroom stall!!!

Thanks to regular "office meetings," I was back to the top of efficiency as office intern. I had two men who found me as sexy as hell and who were eager to show me what the police department has to offer. Still our liaison had other effects.

The fact that I loved their well-fed figures and got very hot over seeing my two plump cops eating, began to tell on their already large guts. Chief MacArthur often kidded about how he popped a button after a good meal (which was often eaten at his desk with me underneath massaging his stomach and servicing his cock), but as he and Steve got fatter and I got laid, we began to have trouble with Willie and Pete.

Willie had gotten pretty flabby since he and Steve had stopped their workouts. Without any regular trips to the gym, his constant snacking had naturally caused him to blimp out and Willie seemed to resent every ounce he had let himself gain. Another man would have either moved his wide ass to the gym or enjoyed the outward journey and joked about how many doughnuts he had come past his rookie days, but Willie just felt every jiggle and seen all the belt-holes he had gone past and glared at Steve. It was as if Steve had let him down by not continuing as his exercise partner. Soon Willie went past scowling at Steve and began to loudly talk about how the Precinct wasn't simply going to pot -- it was changing from the city's Finest to the City's Fattest.

Steve laughed at this, but Chris and Alex (who had to get a larger uniform for the first time since he joined the force) got very annoyed at this fat cop who shouldn't talk about going to pot.

Pete was the last officer in my office who still did regular workouts and Willie's talk began to make him seem to worry about his own figure and the general image of the office. He began to distance himself from his fellow officers and now and then would look at their middles and nervously feel his own slender waist. It was as if he was nervous that just associating with the other men would cause him to inflate.

Soon the chubby self-hating and the slim size-conscious cops were getting into constant arguments with everyone else in the office. Simple comments escalated into verbal warfare and Steve, Chief MacArthur and I would try to forget about the storm in the Chief's office as we held our own "private meetings."

Of course, ignoring the problem didn't help at all. Something had to happen and one day it did.

"If you tell me the caloric value of my lunch one more time, I will make it pass through that skinny little body of yours, IN REVERSE!"

"Hey Alex, don't yell at Pete because your putting on a gut!"

"Lay off fat-stuff. At least my gut don't look like its ready to give birth!"

One remark followed another as Steve and I looked on from our desks. Pete defended Willie and Chris told Pete to shut up and suck off that fat hypocrite somewhere.

Pete and Willie froze for a second and Steve and I noticed how they suddenly glanced at each other.

Then Alex laughed which brought Pete and Willie back and ready for all out war. Before the first fist flew, I was already at the Chief MacArthur's door and interrupting his call with the Chief Inspector as quickly as I could.

"YOU TWO -- IN MY OFFICE"

The Chief made it just as the men were about to get down to the real brawl.

Willie and Pete were soon standing in front of Chief MacArthur's desk. At least from the angry loud waves of his voice, the rest of us who were in the office outside could assume that he had them standing and facing the full force of his anger.

As this was happening, Steve motioned for me to come over to his desk.

"This won't be the end of it for those two. They can file a complaint about the shape we are all in and have us up to our ass in inspectors."

"For desk duty?"

Steve grimaced, "we may not need to have builds like Superman, but I know for a fact that the only cop in this office who isn't thirty pounds heavier than he should be is Pete."

"Willie could get it then too."

"He'll claim it was the environment."

"Then what can we do?"

"I think that we had better figure out what it going on between Pete and Willie -- you saw that look when Chris told them to suck off?"

"And I think that Willie still has the hots for you."

"Still?"

"Come on! After all that time next to you and seeing you in tight shorts and sweating up? If you can't figure out why he never went to the gym once you got fat, you are one dense cop."

Steve grinned proudly.

"Come on Officer Fatso," I said, "we have a lot of talking to do..."

"Working late?" Willie asked somewhat anxiously.

"Yeah..." I said, looking over some reports (school work actually) that I had written up on the computer. Actually I should have been finished and out ages ago, but in the past week none of us -- the Chief, Steve or myself -- had come up with any good way to ease the tension that Willie and Pete were generating and I lost a lot of the extra time I would have used for schoolwork.

Of course, Willie had finished his shift ages ago too. Why was he waiting here? The only other person who should be around on a late shift to close up would be...

PETE!!!

Oh jeez!

I was getting in the way of a tryst, wasn't I?

Hurriedly I began to collect my stuff and prepare to leave. I had an idea and it would involve getting outside and calling up Chief MacArthur and Steve.

Rushing out, I passed by Pete who barely nodded as he walked over to the office.

"Come on Fat Stuff, press that gut onto me!"

"I am fat aren't I?"

"A tub o' lard!"

"The other men..." Willie grunted.

"They're too fat for duty, but you got MY special duty..."

Chief MacArthur, Steve and I had gone into the Chief's office through the hall door. Since the chief had locked his office and left ages ago, it was clear that Willie and Pete had assumed no one would be in aside from themselves. So now we were getting the full benefit of their lovemaking as we stood in the darkened office and waited for the right moment...

"Unnnnnnnhhhh... Steveeeeee......" Willie moaned in the heat of the moment.

"That's right blubber-butt... Get that fat slob's name out of... your... system." Pete began to breathe heavily over the other officer's moans, "...he... never... wanted... to...... have ......you ......skinny .........or ............FAAAATTT!!!!..."

We went into the outer office.

There they were, Willie bent over a desk stark naked as Pete, in full uniform, his trousers down to his ankles, bent over him. Pete's burly arms were kneading the flab of the other man's thick middle and he was entering that plump ass with his very generous cock. The two of them were so into each other that for a minute they didn't even notice us standing alongside them...

Then it was very quiet.

"SHIT!" The word shot out from the two cops like a gunshot. Pete tried to stand back, but Willie's foot caught in the other man's lowered pants so that he fell flat on his back, immediately tripping Willie as HE struggled to stand up. Soon Pete found himself wriggling under the hefty load of his fellow cop.

Any thought we might have had of playing "holier than though" evaporated at the scene in front of us. Laughing until the tears rolled down our eyes, Steve and I pulled Willie up and the Chief helped Pete.

"I never knew you wanted to get involved with me Willie," Steve said as soon as he could get his breath. "You are a sexy man at any size!" He added giving a harsh glare to Pete.

"Pete, what the hell were you doing making trouble in my station, if fat cops are a turn on?" Chief MacArthur asked...

Soon we got the story from them. Pete and Willie had hooked up in a very weird scene around the same time the Chief, Steve and I had begun our "special meetings." Willie still wanted to have Steve, but thought of Steve's gaining as a sign of rejecting his former gym partner. Somehow Pete found this out. It wasn't that Pete was really mean, but Pete had a slightly S-and-M-ish fantasy of getting it off with a cop that he could tease about his fatness and love life, all the while giving him what he was truly asking for... Willie loved the teasing and enjoyed the fact that even if he didn't have Steve, he had a macho cop all over him.

They thought that if they kept nagging everyone else about their weight, it might keep people from thinking that the slim, muscular Pete would ever get together with the plump Willie. Also with all the fat teasing that went on between the two of them during sex, there was something of a turn on in annoying the other cops about their bellies.

"So now what are you going to do?" Willie asked as the two of them looked at us nervously...

Chief MacArthur, Steve and I looked at each other and smiled. Steve walked over to Willie and poked the officer's soft belly-flesh.

"So you wanted me?"

Willie nodded and looked down, unnerved at what was happening. Steve stopped poking and slid his hand up along the roundness of the other man's gut. Willie looked up, surprised but the fear in his eyes was replaced by a look of fascination.

"And now?" Steve squeezed one of Willie's large nipples.

The way Willie's cock stood up gave Steve his answer. Steve put Willie's hand on the bulge that was rising in his tight trousers.

Chief MacArthur smiled at the two of them and jerked his head towards the opened door of his office. Steve and Willie needed no urging.

Now it was just the Chief, myself and Pete. Pete still didn't know what to make of the scene that had just occurred, but that would be nothing compared with what we had in mind.

Chief MacArthur went to the office fridge and got out what was left of a large box of doughnuts. In his other hands were a pair of handcuffs.

"You wanted a fat guy, Pete?" He had a wicked smile as he let the cuffs clink together noisily...

"What -- What are you gonna do?" Pete asked as the Chief gave me the pastry and walked behind him...

CLICK-CLICK!!!

With expert motions, the Chief had pulled the officer's hands behind him and cuffed them together.

"...ogodogodogod..." Pete whispered mantra-like as the Chief began to take off his shirt. Pete's cock was already hard again and standing rigidly out from in between his muscular thighs.

"Strip off youngster and help me feed this officer, You aren't fat, but you're as sexy as they come," Chief MacArthur said as he bumped Pete into a chair with his beautiful gut. As I shucked off my clothes, I watched as he reached into the box and put a large chocolate doughnut onto his cock. He pulled Pete's head over and Pete began to eat off the richly covered penis of his Chief. When Pete lifted up his chocolate smeared face, I stood in front of him with a pastry covered hard-on bearing lemon and sprinkles. As he worked on that, I surprised the chief, who was already wearing a cruller, by reaching over and shoving a custard filled doughnut into his opened mouth.

"Hey, that's not for me." The Chief muffled through his munching.

"I think it'll look good in you, Chief. Anything to add to that big sweet ass of yours"

"Maybe, but lets see what we can do for his ass..."

As Chief MacArthur said that, Pete began to suck on my cock more eagerly than ever. I began to think that my groin was getting ready to explode...

"STEVE...YES...STEVE!!!..."

"WIIIIILLLLLLLLIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!...."

Suddenly I felt the hairy gut of the Chief against my back as his own thick dick pushed hard against my crack. We could hear Steve and Willie through the open door and the mental picture of those two fat cops hitting climax and the actuality of what was going on around me was overwhelming.

I came like a firehose under full pressure as I felt the warm thick streams of the Chief's come shoot down along my backside and up from the Pete's lap another flow spurted up in a forceful surge.

We all ended up on the floor, creme-smeared, pastry stained and gasping for breath...

"Can we join you men?"

I looked up and the nude forms of Steve and Willie, their large cocks dangling under hanging guts, looking sexier than ever.

"Come on down!" Pete said...

It was 1:05 in the AM and I was strung out from studying and slumping over my abstract algebra in a half doze.

RRRRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!

I started awake in shock and nearly dropped the phone as I tried to answer.

"I thought you'd be up!" Willie said, pushing his sexy voice into my sleepy mind.

"Barely..." I murmured.

"Well, I knew you'd be up late studying and the Chief thought that you might want tomorrow morning off..."

"He decided that NOW?"

"Can I help it if I forgot to tell you before?"

My brain had begun to work again and I began to realize what was up -- or should I say WHO was up...

"Well maybe you are turning into that fat, stupid cop, Willie."

"Maybe I am... My belt had to get out another hole after supper tonight."

"I'll bet it did, just to let that flabby belly of yours sag forward."

"Oh, it does and I'm getting real tits now."

"You're such a Pig!" I said beginning to stiffen to my policeman's increasingly hard breathing.

"Keep talking like that sexy and I'll have to come over and take you into custody."

"You'll never take me Copper! Not when you're so fat that you can't even waddle down the halls of the precinct without scraping the walls with those blubbery hips!"

"Oh yeah! I'll chase you down all right and grab your big pistol!"

"How, lard-ass? You can't even get your belly under the tilt-wheel of a patrol car!"

"I'll get into that car all right and when I get you, I'll sit on you with my big butt, until the other men can get you!"

"Hah! That butt is so big that you'll blow out the tires of the car, even if you can fit in it. Hell man, your getting too fat for a uniform!"

"How fat?"

"So fat that the bakeries are fighting over your doughnut franchise."

"Fatter?!" Willie was breathing faster and harder like a runner at the end of a marathon.

"So fat that watching you in a uniform is like watching a blue bag full of jello."

"UUUNNNNHHHHHHH" He was gushing his come hard now but worked up as I was, I still hadn't shot my stiff member off yet.

"Again!" Willie demanded.

"Hey, I haven't gotten off yet!"

"I'll be right over."

"Where are you, Willie?"

"In my car, down the block. I'm on cell-phone"

"Get in here!"

Two minutes later, Willie came into my tiny college apartment and grinned foolishly as I saw the huge wet come stain that was spread all over his crotch.

"What'll I do with you, Pig?" I said, half in exasperation and half in expectation.

"No, what'll I do with you now, sexy. I told you I would get you into my custody."

With that, he pushed me back onto my bed and pulled off my clothes, already forming another trouser-mound in his damp crotch.

"Shoot me up you fat copper! Shoot me up!"

It was 1:35 AM now, but I didn't care. I had the morning off and I could sleep late -- in the arms of one of my sexy chubby policemen...

"Lunch, bro!"

I looked up from my computer and saw Pete coming in with several large bags of take-out. As he took off his coat I admired the way the buttons were beginning to pull apart on HIS shirts. Pete's change from the muscular jock to a beginner's definition to why cops are called "Pigs" was very rapid and surprised the three men in the office who were not part of our "special group." But they eagerly welcomed him as a beer-buddy and were glad that the comments about their waistlines had stopped.

Smiling at Pete, I took the Chief's bag into his office. He was working over some reports with Willie and as they saw me enter, both of them grinned and patted their ample middles. I stood facing the Chief and got a nice kiss from Willie as he left the office.

I opened up the bag of barbecue-take-out and let Chief MacArthur sniff the spicy aroma of the thick, roasted ribs. Soon, I was opening the buttons on Chief MacArthur's tight shirt as he began to eat.

"I hate to interrupt your lunch Chief -- Ohmigawd!"

I was now frozen under the desk, my forehead buried into the deep-naveled gut and my mouth hovering over my Chief's large dick, listening to Chris' repeated "Omigawds!"

Willie had forgotten to lock the door!

If the desk had been one of those full-paneled pieces, I might have been able to hide, but the furniture was open enough for anyone to see that a young man was crouched below and doing something erotic to the man who was sitting behind it and stuffing his face.

"CLOSE THE DOOR, DAMN IT!" The Chief spluttered through a mouthful of lunch.

"...Omigawd!...You-you- Chief, he's BLOWIN' you!!!"

"So?"

"Is he -- GAY?!?"

"What's wrong with being gay?" I chimed in, "Hell! there is even a Gay Officer's Action League now."

"Maybe, I'm gay too, Chris!" Chief MacArthur said with a gentle belch.

"Well its one thing to be gay, but you're getting blown in the office by our intern!"

"Well, he's sexy!" The Chief answered.

"If he's been screwing you while you eat, no wonder you're getting so fat!"

"I like my men to have a gut!" I said.

"Hey Chief, I forgot to give our young boy-toy here your extra-sauce," Pete announced as he carried in a small bag, "can he 'punish' me after work? -- Oh Jeez!" he exclaimed as he took in the scene he had entered into.

"You too?" Chris said, his confusion rising to an even greater level.

"No-a-I mean... Oh hell! If its good enough for the other guys!"

"Other guys?"

"Great going, Pete! Out everyone else whydoncha!"

Chris sat down on the edge of the desk and began laughing. We thought the shock had been too much for him. In a way, though, the whole thing was getting too much for us and we could only watch him laugh until the tears began to run down his cheeks.

Finally he gasped out some words as he tried to get his breath.

"I... I.. thought... I...was the... only... Queer... cop... here!"

It was now OUR turn to look shocked and surprised.

Chief MacArthur was the first one to speak.

"Well, you're not. In fact, most of this office including this willing young fellow," he pointed to me, "seem to have the same taste in men."

"Does that taste include me?" Chris asked.

I walked over and put an arm around Chris' broad shoulders and placed a hand on his full tummy.

"I think we might squeeze you in..."

We all laughed in happy relief...

"Ready for the pitch!"

Chris went into a wind-up that threatened to snap apart his old softball uniform in a surge of active blubber. With his curly hair peeping out from under the baseball cap and the outline of his tubby thighs and rump encased in stretch pants Chris looked just as lust-inspiring as he did in his police uniform. Actually, from the way his belly kept hanging a couple of inches below the line of his jersey, he looked even sexier.

I smiled at my soft softball fanatic and mimed a bunt to his fantasy "pitch". Chris "caught" it in his glove and ran to tag me out. The sight of the hefty man running at me in a moth-eaten outfit that was already ripping out at moth-holes and seams was wonderful. I ran off with Chris chasing after me and soon found myself being tackled onto the soft carpet.

"Hey," I giggled as my chunky "ballplayer" began covering my back with kisses, "when did the game turn into football?"

"I'll do anything I can to get you under me."

I rolled over and met his full lips with my own. Soon I began to peel him out of the worn cloth of his uniform which ripped arousingly under the strain of coming off of a figure that had gotten several sizes too fat for it...

Eventually, Chris was now lying flat out on the carpeted floor, wearing only his briefs. I admired how Chris's pudgy body pressed round the elastic of the skimpy underpants curling the fabric so that it looked more like a thong than anything else. His cock was already out and stretching forward along one of his full thighs and the rest of the fabric was barely able to contain his balls. We were ready...

I reached for one of the frankfurters we had prepared for this moment of "sports-inspired" enjoyment (you know -- baseball, hot-dogs... I won't say how we use the Cracker Jack though...)

RIIIINGGG!!!

"Who could that be?" I said as I lowered the hot-dog into Chris' mouth

"Go get it stud," Chris smiled from below.

I sighed and reached up for the telephone.

"He-WHOAHOHOHO!" My greeting became a war whoop as my greedy cop pulled at my cock and started to suck me off.

"Having a good time?" Steve's snicker came over the phone loud and clear.

"You ought to know!" I said a little unsteadily as Chris's tongue traced along my cock-head.

"Well, I got some real news for the guys."

"What is it?"

"Hi!" Another voice came onto the receiver.

I shuddered in surprise - it was Alex!

"What - how! - WHHHHOOOOOAAAA!!!" I babbled, made unsteady by the surprise and the fact that Chris was now placing my ball into his mouth.

"I never knew I was that exciting," Alex laughed. Soon, in spite of the insistent attentions of my amorous Chris, I got the full story.

Steve had decided that it was high time for one of the officers in our special group to try the Gay Officers Action League (GOAL). He had found his first meeting to be a fascinating and informative experience -- very informative, for he met Alex there and discovered that Alex was a regular member.

So much for those calls I had thought came from his lady-friends! More likely, it was a very hunky and husky gent on highway patrol that he had been discreetly dating. At any rate, Alex was intrigued by the knowledge that all the other cops in his office were involved with each other.

"A roomful of fat policemen all over each other? I could go for that."

"Well tell him to get that cute big ass over here!" Chris yelled at me loudly enough that there was no way Alex and even Steve could have missed it.

By this time Chris had worked me up to near climax and it was all I could do to say my good-bye as I dropped the phone and ripped off those damn briefs Chris still had on...

Chris and I were relaxing on the floor amidst the shredded remains of his softball uniform and briefs, when the buzzer rang. I watched in admiration as he got up, his plump ass jiggling and his upper thighs shifting as he moved. Every man in my office had a different butt and each one was sexy and improved as they got fatter.

Well now I would see what type of rump Alex had.

Soon Steve and Alex were in the living room, looking as handsome as ever in their uniforms and a couple of hero sandwiches in Alex's arms and Steve carried the six-packs.

"I thought I'd contribute to the party," Alex said as he put down his bundle.

"Make yourselves comfy men. We are going to live it up!" Chris said as he began to unbutton Steve's shirt.

I watched Alex's reaction as Steve grabbed Chris' full gut and began to shake it as Chris grabbed Steve's big love handles ("not Love-Handles -- Romance Handles" Steve always said) and pulled him in for a long hard kiss. Sure enough Alex began to lick his own lips and I admired the rounding tube along his thigh. Looking up I met his eyes and with a few quick steps Alex had come over and was pressing me against his own uniformed expanse...

Chris' carpet was never quite the same after that night...

Now that we were all together, we knew that we could easily lose all restraint and end up with an office full of obese, immobile, unproductive cops and an intern who would never be able to walk straight again. Not that that would be too terrible, but reality had to be served.

Lunch time became the time for everyone in the office to join Chief MacArthur for a very pleasant mealtime/grope. It was a very sexy experience to take part in a regular food/sex orgy with some of the cutest hefty policemen in the city. Everyone could get satisfied and enjoy a well digested lunch (ordered in of course).

After work or when my classes had finished, I would hurry back to the precinct from school and study and do homework at my PC in the office. Usually the Chief, Alex, Steve or another of the other officers would be doing a later shift and waiting for me. Sometimes, I even had the pleasant surprise to see that another of the men were doing an overtime project. When it was time, we would shut down the office and my men would change and we'd head out for supper somewhere, followed by a movie, trip to the bar or some other fun event. By the end of the evening we would be sleeping arm in arm, my nude figure snuggled against the fleshy, big bellied body of my cop for that night, or happily sandwiched between the two of them, our groins warm and satiated.

My only requirement which my comrades/lovers/fat studs understood was that one night of the week was mine to spend alone. In truth I could have happily given them every night, but I knew that I had to have some time for myself.

"It's great up here!" I said as we passed through the summer countryside.

I smiled as Pete's free hand squeezed my knee.

"You'll both love my cabin," Pete said smiling at me and Alex who sat in the back, looking irresistibly porky in a T-shirt and cutoffs. For part of the trip, I had sat in back with him, letting him suck at my nipples with that marvelous mouth, while I had reached down and felt how his figure had gotten delightfully fatter. For this final half, I went up to the front where Pete looked very attractive too, very dashing in his sunglasses and mesh shirt that showed the full beer-belly that I would slip my hand on to feel how it shook whenever we hit a bumpy stretch of road. There were some fine stretches of badly paved roadway that proved a tribute to Pete's driving skills as his gut wobbled and his shorts, with a straining erected tent-like crotch began to show stains of pre-come.

We pulled up to the cabin all ready for a very exciting weekend.

More than ready, Pete threw open his door and staggered -- his long suppressed hard-on very evident -- to a smooth stretch of grass. Throwing himself back onto that sun-warmed greenery, Pete got his shorts off and took his long full penis in his hands. I settled down on him and in a moment Alex joined us and the air echoed with our happy cries.

We all relaxed in the sun, our clothes scattered around and none of us willing to be the first to break the moment by getting up.

We three were the only ones around and the world was ours -- for the weekend at least.

That was when I heard a loud roaring echoing up the road.

Up in the distance, I saw a very angry looking, though very handsome young man riding the biggest Harley I had ever seen. The machine was tearing toward the cabin as if it wanted to rip straight ahead and through the house.

"Oh, Shit!" Alex muttered as he looked up at our visitor.

"Is he..?" Pete began to ask and Alex nodded.

So this was Alex's highway cop!

"Is he jealous?" I asked.

"I guess so."

"What do you mean, you guess so?"

"Well, Johnny always said we had an 'open' relationship."

"So much for open!"

The man got off the bike and marched up to us..

"You BASTARD!"

"Hey man, I thought we could do what we wanted!" Alex replies as he pulled on his cutoffs.

"Damn right, but what the hell makes you think it had to be some sorta secret? At least tell me when you aren't home! You go up with some friends, leaving me to look like an idiot when I show up ready to sweep you off!"

"Well..."

"And here you are, screwing out in the open!"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Go ahead, but at least you could have filled me in -- I took sick time to try to hook up with you for this weekend!"

As the two men argued, Pete and I had a whispered conversation.

I walked over and tapped Johnny on the shoulder.

"Hate to bother you Johnny, but would you like to stay up here for the weekend?"

"Huh?"

"Well you want to be together with Alex and Pete says there plenty of room."

"Sure, but..."

"And a sexy motorcycle cop would definitely make for even pairings..."

"Pairings?"

"Well, we don't always have to have a threesome" I enjoyed the stunned look on Johnny's face. He clearly hadn't expected an invitation.

"Hey, I was hoping for group stuff," Alex interrupted.

"Not all the time..."

"Dammit, I came up with the tightest unitard I could get my big can into so don't give me any 'healthy walks, enjoy nature' crap..." Alex laughed.

"How tight?" Pete asked.

"The spandex is my old workout gear from when I was a rookie. Makes me look like a blue and silver overstuffed sausage."

"Yeah, but can it beat my bike shorts?"

"Bike shorts my fat ass!" Alex grinned, "I'm stretching the spandex with this blubber!" He patted his comfortable middle.

I looked at Johnny. This was clearly something new for him. While he was still standing silent, Alex came over and patted the padding that was already slanting out Johnny's wide belt.

"I think you'd be beautiful in your tight jockeys, cuddling in the sunset..."

From the way Johnny looked at Alex and then us, carelessly rubbing at his fly it was easy to see that he was fascinated.

"Shall we unload the car?" I asked.

Soon we were unpacked and wolfing down thick steaks with mashed, baked potatoes with butter and cream -- not to mention all the beer. By now we had all gotten a good look at Pete's cabin. It was a great place. There was a very large living room and dining area, with a huge fireplace, a good sized kitchen and several good sized bedrooms for those times when we wouldn't be writhing in front of the fire. (Yeah RIGHT!)

Johnny burped and moved away from the table. He undid his belt, making a little more room for his stuffed middle.

"That was good."

"Thanks!" I said, admiring how his gut showed off the affects of my cooking.

"Very good," a mischievous grin crossed his face, "can I kiss the cook?"

Suddenly he bent me back and the last tastes of supper mingled in a long kiss. Johnny's groin was pretty well-packed and firm as he pressed it against me From the corner of my eye I glimpsed Pete and Alex giving me the thumbs up.

That weekend, another handsome growing man had joined our expanding group...

Summer turned into early autumn. I had registered for my final semester in college -- if all went well, I would have my Bachelor's degree and be ready to face the cruel world. I didn't think very much about that fact at the time. After all, I had work, classes and my loving crowd of fat officers to take up my time.

All of my lover's had gotten even fatter and even more adorable. They hadn't reached the immense massiveness of fantasy, where men can't get through the doors, but had done quite a bit to add to their fuller figures. Officers would always lean over my desk to speak to me or hand me papers so that I could rub and tickle the pouch of belly that hung out over their pants. I loved watching some of the bigger assed of the men in the office sitting at their desks and filling out their office chairs with the blue-covered flesh of their ample rears and thighs. If they were close enough to me I would pat or gently pinch the fatness that peeped out between the back and arms of the chair. From the front all of the cops in the office sat with their legs spread so that their guts could rest comfortably downwards. A burst seam, a popped button or a snapped belt was an occasion for the men to cheer as the man who had fattened to that point led me into the Chief's office for a brief and very intimate personal inspection...

We were a united group of men, great in work, excellent at enjoying food and marvelous at love. There were arguments and problems from time to time, horseplay and practical jokes that went too far, but on the whole we were happy together and all delighted to please and pleasure one another...

"Anyone want more turkey and stuffing?" Willie asked in a rumbling, digestive voice as we all sat around the table. Even I had given up keeping my belt buckled after the loading up I had done this Thanksgiving dinner. Chief MacArthur and Steve had already opened their pants and pulled up their shirts to give their guts breathing room. Willie was splayed back in his chair chewing absently on a piece of pumpkin pie, his sweatsuit looking like a pair of tights on his stuffed figure. I touched the belly that was peeking out between his waistband and shirt.

"You're stuffed tight as a drum!"

Willie grinned as he felt me touch his warm flesh through the holes that were worn in his size-abused clothes.

"I, I can't move!" Steve moaned happily, rubbing his firmly distended middle.

"Well, I still want to see the game..." the Chief grunted as he tried to hoist himself out of his chair. Weakly struggling to get up, he fell back with a belly-shaking thud.

I grabbed his arms and with a bit of puffing, worked off some of my dinner by getting the men up and over to the Chief's living room where we all lay like beached whales in front of the TV set watching football players who even at their biggest didn't sport the paunches that my men did. I was lying in between the Chief and Willie, massaging their hard, large middles. Steve laid his head back against my crotch, his tousled hair rubbing silkily on my dick and balls. My legs reached over his sturdy shoulders and his firm fingers stroked my feet which rested on the top of his belly.

I didn't want this to end...

But I knew it would.

That night, I couldn't sleep. It had all been so wonderful but the realization that I was soon to take the final exams of my last semester at college kept running through my mind. Only now, as I lay with my head gently shifting on the slow rising and falling of Steve's comfortable paunch, did all the fears and questions of the future really hit me. I knew that soon I would lose even our office get-togethers. Needing to think, I lifted my head gently from my wonderfully fat pillow and gently moved out of the sleeping group of men. I went over to a window and looked out over the city scenes outside. Lost in my fears, I barely notices a hefty figure approaching me. It was the Chief, his curvy body lit beautifully by the moon/street lighting coming in through the window.

"What's wrong handsome?" He whispered.

"It can't last, can it?" I said as I stroked the hair of his broad chest.

"We all have to move on."

"Yeah, and in just a few weeks, I'll be leaving college and in a few months I close my internship. The city isn't hiring now, so I'll have to hunt for work. We won't see each other again -- any of us!"

"Of course we'll meet. But you'll have other men to love and be with. Besides, If you could, you'd get us all so fat that our bellies would be down to the floor!"

"C'mon Chief," I said, poking his paunch, "I'm being serious."

"Well, you can't worry about things that can't be changed. I know you'll find those men you need in your life, just like you found us..."

"What was this about gettin' my belly to the floor?" Willie asked softly. He has come over so quietly, we hadn't even noticed him listening.

"Well, lets see how far it sags now," I said as I cupped my hands under his round gut.

"My blubber first!" Steve grabbed me from behind, "after all I was your pillow just a moment ago."

In minutes we were on the floor, the rounded builds of the men forming a warm caring cocoon around me as they pressed against me in love, lust and good, dirty sex.

Still the my fears were there and I could not miss the look of concern in the Chiefs eyes...

Finals and study time were a real crunch. I couldn't show up at the office much, spending most of my time in school going over notes, research and projects. Those times when I was at the office, everyone seemed as edgy as I was. My nights were just as packed with review time and I sorely missed those nights together with my officers.

"Well, how did you do?" one of my classmates asked as we trudged out of the very last exam...

"I am not going to even think about it," I replied, my mind already contemplating what I should do tonight and with which one of my handsome policemen.

"Hey, Hot-stuff!!!"

I looked around and there in the parking lot was Johnny mounted on his bike, looking sexier than ever with his legs spread out on either side of the bike, his round, fuller rear and thighs enhanced by the stripe of his highway patrol uniform and the way his pants curved as it held in the load of his crotch and wide middle. Johnny smiled at me and patted his fly with a gloved hand.. Not even caring how it looked, I rushed over and gave him a full long kiss...

I strapped on the helmet he handed over and soon I found myself zipping down the road on his Harley, my arms around his rugged torso and my crotch pressed firmly against his ass.

To my surprise, instead of heading uptown to his apartment, we crossed through the center of the city and pulled up in front of the Century-Regal hotel. I followed him as he checked us in and let a bellhop take us to a room.

And what a room it was -- the cheeziest version of a honeymoon suite I had ever seen with a mirrored ceiling, cashmere bedspread, built in hot-tub and everything .

"My way of saying welcome back to the world of the living, hot-stuff," Johnny said with a kiss. "Now 'scuse me for a moment."

Johnny went into the bathroom. In a few minutes he had returned in a uniform that was several sizes too small for him exaggerating every bulge of fat, bit of blubber and strain of the crotch

I smiled as I saw how the upper buttons of his shirt barely held over the widened chest he sported. His fleshy neck was much to short and thick for the collar so he left it undone over a loose tie. His arms hung tightly from open cuffs that ended at his forearms. Any struggle that shirt might have had with Johnny's gut was useless so he simply let his middle pooch out free as the two front shirt-tails flapped on either side. His pants couldn't make up for such a greater width and even lost length in the strain to cover such plump limbs. Silly as it sounds, he looked so sexy with his trousers resting way up over his ankle and halfway down his large rump. Somehow he had managed to stretch the legs to fit his chunky thighs pulling the regulation stripe far wider than ever intended. It was easy to see that any quick movement would cause a small roar of ripping seams and cloth...

And Johnny and I were eagerly looking forward to that sound.

Johnny began by flexing his muscles.

"I haven't got fat have I?" He would ask, pretending surprise at the popping of buttons.

"Look at this washboard AB!" He exclaimed as he inhaled deeply and broke the belt, letting his belly round out further..

"And those lean thighs!" I said, taking his cue as he lifted his leg in a "muscle-man" pose and sent the inseams flying apart.

"The muscular arms!" He shredded his shirt-sleeves.

He exclaimed the trimness of his build all the time flexing his generous proportions and reducing his uniform to a bundle of rags.

"You know what this macho-muscle man wants to do now?" Johnny said, strutting with every ounce of his flabby figure, his broad, long cock doing a dance under the belly he held up with one hand.

"What?"

With a grunt (I may be pretty slim, but I am not light), he picked me up and carried me to the sunken bath which was filled with bubbles. With a splash he tossed me in and as I spluttered and gasped, he jumped in and clamped his mouth onto mine. We churned about in the soapy water, our bodies becoming more and more slippery to the touch.

Johnny looked sexier than ever with his tubby figure wet down and smooth, the suds of foam clinging to his rounded middle and dripping in double waterfalls over his ass. With that soap we were getting in each other in ways I hadn't imagined possible.

After hours of splashing and making love in the tub, we were toweling each other off. It was fun roughly rubbing his legs and midriff dry and setting his skin to shaking. Johnny may not have been the as fat as the other men, but his body knew how to place what he had on him.

Johnny began to slowly dry off my cock when all of a sudden, I rolled a towel up into a rat-tail and began to snap it at him. With a laugh, the chubby motorcycle cop began to run around the room, with me in hot pursuit, getting hot all over again as I watched his body giving little shakes as he ran and his dick swinging as he fled from my snapping towel. Soon I came to the bed and I pounced on him, causing us to fall flat on the bed, breathless with laughter.

"Do you know what I would love you to do to me?" Johnny asked as we got our breaths. He was looking deeply in my eyes.

"What?"

"Chase me like that when I'm twice as fat..."

"Sure..."

"I mean it, man. I love having a gut and after hanging around with you and the other guys, I wanna become the fattest highway cop to shift a beer gut."

"If I'm around..."

"Move in with me."

"What?"

"Sure, I love you and I know you would get even crazier for me as I got even fatter."

"But I love the other guys too."

"They could be with us -- I love 'em too you know."

"Not if we ended up together you wouldn't." I tenderly touched his round cheek. "You are such a fine man to ask me, Johnny, but I've had to think this out already."

"The other guys...?"

"Uh-huh, they've asked me to move in with them and let them support me until I figured out what I wanted to do. I can't do that. Would you want to be a kept man?"

"I guess not." Johnny said with a sigh. He rolled on top of me, his belly brushing onto my chest and began to work me with his mouth. I wiggled my head in between his bent legs and began to enjoy his hard rod in my mouth...

When my grades arrived, the men were as delighted as I was to discover I had scored so highly.

"Summa Cum Laude," Chief MacArthur said beaming, "I am as proud as I ever could be."

"Yeah," Willie said, "When is the graduation ceremony?"

"I'm not sure -- I didn't think I'd go"

"Not go?" several of the men chorused...

There I sat, one black gown among hundreds, listening to speeches and the list of names. Finally I heard my name called and the mention of my top honors. Reaching the podium, I thanked the professors and accepted my diploma. Suddenly loud masculine cheers were heard., I could see a group of police officers in full uniform, standing and leading the rest of the crowd in applause. They had never looked handsomer as I looked at them, a bright blue unit standing out amidst the mass of people.

I could say that I had dust in my eye, but in truth I was crying as I held out my diploma to those chunky men. Tears of relief, happiness and yes -- even fear -- but most of all my tears were given with love for my cops.

By now I knew that there was no way that the Police would be able to take on new computer people during the city hiring freeze. Indeed, I discovered that I was one of the last interns the city took on for its smaller precincts.

Did that mean the we all would to drift apart -- me and my lovers in the Fourth Precinct?

Not at all.

Luck is weirder in reality than it can ever be in fiction...

When we ended a VERY big meal at good restaraunt, we went off to finish the day together and in private.

"Hey, why are we going back to the precinct?" I asked Steve as we drove down a familiar street.

"Oh we're not going there..." Pete said from the back seat where he was crammed together with Willy.

Sure enough, the car stopped in front of an apartment building that stood down the street from the Fourth Precinct. The other men pulled up in their other cars and we all went in.

Soon, I found myself entering a large living room that was lit up by the last few rays of the setting winter sun.

"Why are we here?"

"SURPRISE!!!" The men yelled as the Chief handed me a set of keys.

"But!"

"No buts -- well, maybe our butts!" Alex said as I stood open-mouthed. "We thought that this would be a great graduation present! It was all Johnny's idea."

"Yeah, I mean, you have to get a job and keep this place up, but at least it'll be yours."

The men took me around and showed me the two roomy bedrooms ("use the other as a den"), the neat bathroom ("The tub can fit you and at least one of us fat slobs, eh?") and all the other features of a wonderful apartment that left me stunned by the generosity of my officers.

Finally, the Chief put a pen in my hands and held out the deed to the condo.

"If you like it here, sign this."

I finally found some words.

"You all chipped in so much money for me?"

"Don't be a jerk! We love you!"

"And I love you all so much," I whispered as I signed the paper.

As I put down the pen the men cheered. I looked at them ready to cry like a baby when the phone rang.

Chris handed the receiver to me.

"Hello?..."

Let me simply sum up the call, the first of many, by saying that Chief MacArthur had networked like hell among many of his former colleagues in the area. He even submitted some of my software diskettes to different firms. I had never known that he had friends in computers -- but so much for assumptions. And I was gladly swamped with inquiries by interested people.

Rest assured that that night I thanked all of my officers most tenderly. Even without furniture, we had such a lively time that it was late next morning when the last of my guests kissed me good-bye, leaving me alone to take in my new home.

The snow drifted in flakes as we drove along. It was amazing that the van could make it through all the snowy roads and hills, especially carrying its weighty burden. But sure enough, we chugged along in the early twilight, seven vacationing cops with their assorted paunches, their young former-intern/sex object (me) and enough provisions to feed an army. We were truly set up to celebrate my new job with a very lively week at Pete's cabin, a job that put me the flexible world of telecommuting, working at home for good pay and ready for my visitors from the precinct down the block.

We had had a fun drive up as I found the seat next to me being eagerly argued for. That didn't seem too much a problem as I found myself going from lap to lap, while we sang some dirty songs and limericks, told deliriously blasphemous jokes and fed each other the sandwiches and snacks necessary to keep such a group of "skinny weaklings" going -- no beer or booze though -- my men were fatter than regulation might want, but they were model officers in all other ways.

There once were some fat-bellied Cop ,
Who found their young intern the top,
He loved his men thick,
In the waist and the dick,
And he blew them until they would pop.
Steve rhymed out as I blushed and groaned as loudly as the rest of the men.

"OK, now my turn" I said:

A loving young man had full ease,
with a crew of fat growing police,
He stuffed all their guts,
and made love to their butts,
And found in 'em sexy release.
"Slut," Steve said.

"Oh come on," I shot back, "you can do better than that!"

"He-whore," Alex said, leaning over.

"Not bad!" I said, jolting forward in reaction to Alex's friendly pinch.

"How about -- ahem -- 'a loathsome agent of corruption amongst our officers of law-enforcement?'"

"Oh great, why not just have an angry mob chasing me from the city, slinging scarlet letters after me?" I said as Johnny, having delivered that marvelous line from the back seat, reached over and began to tickle my ear.

"You know what you really are?" Chief MacArthur said and began to tickle the my other ear.

"If you want this hand back, tell me -- and make it good!" I grabbed his arm before he could get away.

"The darling of the Fourth Precinct?"

The Chief got his hand back.

"OK guys, we're here!" Pete announced through the laughter and chuckles.

We piled out of the van, our feet crunching the snow in the driveway.

Pete's cabin looked great in the snow. We had now all been there often enough to know that we could enjoy the snugness of seven men in a cabin, especially the way we planned to spend it..

We made short work of unloading the van and soon the Chief and I were in the kitchen cooking up a tremendous pot of creamy oyster stew for the other men while they got the rest of the place in order. With lots of toasted garlic bread, some wursts and other fixings on the side, we both figured the men would be more than satisfied...

"OK men, we hit bottom," I called out from the kitchen.

The seven policemen smiled as I held up the empty stock-pot which had held the oyster stew and saluted me with their remaining slabs of garlic bread.

I watched them finish off the last of our simple, if large, supper and stagger up from their chairs.

They had all taken off their uniforms and clothes and were all in their thermals and underwear. I knew they were already tight in those tight clothes and the plentiful food had done its share too.

"Our young friend is saluting us," the Chief laughed. It was true -- my cock was at full rise and my own underwear had given up trying to confine it.

"Well," belched Steve, "maybe we ought to line up and let him review us."

The other men eagerly agreed and I was treated to the beautifully sensual sight of all my well-fed officers standing in line, arms to their side, in some very overloaded and colorful long-johns, union suits and briefs. Each of them proudly thrust forward a stew engorged belly which pushed through the buttons and over the waistbands of their tight clothes. I touched the nipples that stood up free or under the cloth that covered some of those thick manly pectorals and felt the round straining pouches of the crotches beneath. The sight from behind was just as gorgeous as I surveyed and handled the row of full asses, some still in double drop shapes as the love handles for the large paunches up front swelled out above them, others in large meaty twin globes that were forcing out of the fabric prisons of their underwear and the huge, soft, seam-bursting ovals that formed the long cracks as they finally melted into the full thighs. Finally, I began to do belly checks, fingering the row of navels that proudly puckered before me, tracing the sensitive undersides of their bellyfat as they tried not to react, grabbing the fat curves of their guts and watching the jiggle of their flab... Each man stood wordlessly aside from a few hearty belches and other digestive noises, some moistening their lips, others gently tensing their thighs to ease the pressures in between as I walked from one to another, touching, caressing, holding and feeling their bodies like an official on some wonderfully obscene tour of inspection.

I was breathing hard now, aware only of these wonderful men, the pounding of my heart and the throbbing in my rock firm cock...

Shutting of the lights, I walked to the center of the living room and smiled at the image of my police officers, a row of handsome faces, tremendous bellies and huge hard-ons, lit up only by the dancing flames of the fireplace.

"Fall in men" I said with a mouth that was begging to meet their bodies...

The men rushed forward and grabbed me, pulling off my briefs and bursting out of their own underwear in their eagerness to push their warm fat bodies against me and each other. Our figures gleamed as the sweat of our desires reflected the light of the fire before us.

"Now," Pete gasped, "the fats in the fire!"

We all groaned.

But not for long...