Honoring this and the few posts that would follow to O’Melissokomos from the original CYOC.net who made the earliest comics I’ve ever been exposed to for muscle growth and transformations — I fully know that these may be directly based on the drawings they made over 2 decades ago but to share them again would mean having more people know about their work — https://www.cyoc.net/index.php?set_albumName=Ozone-01&name=NS-Gallery&include=view_album.php
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Maxwell Biggerman: Cop of the Year
Max Biggerman, one of the tenured cops of New York, was on his regular rounds around his section of the city.
Max wasn’t exactly the poster-image of the perfect cop but his record and reputation walked into the room before he even got in. With over 20 years of dedicated service to the precinct, what would you expect? But, now that he was 43, all the donuts throughout all those years have caught up to him.
His weight and cholesterol have been pulling his performance down a few notches and the captain had assigned him to do regular rounds — both following that he knows what to look out for and so that he could get some exercise.
“Calling for backup on 107 and 32nd, we got a big group” Max heard over on his radio “On my way” he replied.
As he got to the scene, it looked to him like it was a drug bust. What perplexed him was it wasn’t normal for these things to happen in broad daylight.
“What do we have here?” Max asked one of the lieutenants handcuffing some of the suspects “Just a regular bust sir, though we assume they tried hiding this in daylight to avoid suspicion” the lieutenant replied. “I’m new to this sort of thing Max, mind if you take over logging in evidence?” the lieutenant asked. “Sure but you owe me a dozen donuts when we get back” Max said jokingly
As they brought over the suspects’ cars over to the precinct for further inspection and cleaning, Max collected each item from their cars. “What were these guys trying to do? Mix up a cocktail or something?” he said.
As he reached in again into the cushions of the cars he immediately winced in pain
As it turned out, one of the suspects purposefully hid one of the syringes into the backseat. “WHAT THE HELL!” Max shouted as the syringe deposited its remaining contents into his bloodstream
“Fuck, gotta get this checked stat” he said as he rushed back inside the precinct to get first aid. Luckily some of the rookies were trained in some first aid. He stayed in the precinct for hours to see if the syringe had an impact on him or anything, luckily for him again nothing happened (for now) but the captain told him to get checked at the hospital first thing tomorrow.
It was already late when he finally got home but he couldn’t stop thinking about that syringe. “Damn it, what could’ve been in there?!” he wondered as he inspected his hand again. “Thankfully I don’t feel anything” he said but promised himself to get to the hospital tomorrow morning
As he laid in bed to get ready to sleep, he then started feeling intense heat and pain
“Okay this must be fucking it then” Max exclaimed as he clutched his pillows tight from the intense pain. The heat his body was generating was making him sweat profusely “GAAAAAAAHHH FUCK!” he continued as he tossed and turned in bed
He reached for the pills he prepared ahead of time on his nightstand and drank as much as he could — he assumed it would help him ease any pain he’d encounter if the syringe did anything to him at night.
It got to a point where his body just gave up and caused him to quickly pass out
What was interesting was the contents of the syringe was really just a junkie’s own concoction but pairing that with years of donuts, a (very) high cholesterol and fat storage, and the meds Max took, that all resulted into something new altogether.
As he was passed out on the bed, the changes started occuring like clockwork throughout the night.
First, his body started deflating. Years of accumulated fat started melting away from his body through his sweat until he was barely recognizable.
Second, his body started slowly creeping longer vertically. Over the course of 5 hours, his body stretched from his 5’10” to a commanding 6’5”. Thankfully the clothes he had on were big enough to cover him up, following they were all 3XL and all.
Third and finally, the major changes started manifesting just before sunrise. The amount of fat he’d lost came back 3X stronger in the form of pure rock hard muscle
His once flabby arms were now absolute cannons, thankfully he had a gun owner’s permit for being a cop. Each bicep were as big, if not bigger, than his own head. His pecs were now so obscenely huge that they would block his view downwards while rested. The deep valley they made practically stretching the shirt fabric to their limits. His neck practically packed on so much muscle that it flared a bit wider than his now chiseled jaw
His shoulders and back didn’t disappoint either as he now occupied more space of his bed than before.
It was already 6:30AM and his alarm went off. Max woke up with a start as he felt the damp bedsheets. He immediately stood up from bed, getting virtigo in the process.
As he got his bearings, that’s when he finally saw what had happened to him
“N-no this can’t be real” he said as he looked down and saw nothing but his shirt - his pecs stretching the fabric so far out that he couldn’t see his feet. Something only his stomach would’ve done before
Max continued and felt up his chest only to be met with 8 cobblestone abs and a deep crevasse that lined his now prominent pectorals.
After that realization he rushed to his mirror to see things more clearly
In the mirror stood a man he couldn’t recognize at all — it wasn’t him per se. The man in the mirror no longer had the weight of a thousand bear claws and beaver tails and cups of coffee, the man he saw was practically perfect in every way and then some.
“This can’t be me can it?!” He exclaimed as he raised an arm to flex. The man in the mirror followed suit. The bicep he flexed now in full view “Jeez that’s a gun violation right there” he said as he gawked at the sheer size of it
“Shit what’re the boys and the chief gonna say about this when I enter looking like an absolute behemoth” he said as he continued inspecting his now massive physique. He had so much energy that he felt like he could run a marathon “God, look at me thinking I could run a marathon” Max exclaimed as he felt how light on his feet he was — all thanks to his now massive tree trunk legs.
As he got ready for work, he tried on his uniform. He was afraid it wouldn’t fit him but luckily it did “Thank God I wore a 4XL uniform” he said as he barely could fit his arms in and close the buttons. Unfortunately his pants didn’t fit so he had to settle for the uniform shorts
At the precinct, all eyes were practically glued onto him with jaws all on the floor. Not everyday you get a man that had to duck and pivot to get inside
“Hey fellas, I’m looking for the captain. Anyone seen him around?” Max asked some of the policemen there. All of them shaking and staring in fear and bewilderment. “He’s in his office” one of them finally replied.
“Ah Biggerman, you done visiting the hospital after yesterday’s fiasco?” the captain said before looking up from his paperwork. “Not yet I’m afraid, something came up” Max replied. “Well I told you to go there fir— HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED?!” The captain exclaimed as he looked up to the new and improved Max. “Growth spurt chief. Can I ask if I could get the case files from yestersay? Wanted to figure *this* out myself” he said gesturing at his bicep that was struggling with the 4XL sleeve
“Here be my guest man, take all the time you need” the chief replied “Be sure to still get checked alright, I don’t want this precinct to be liable for creating The Hulk”
“Got it boss” Max replied back holding the case files
Max made his way out of the office immediately after getting the files to check who the suspects were and what they were mixing and concocting
Max went on to discover the total sting operation by uncovering a cult trying to genetically force their way into superhero-hood via a special mix of chems that would’ve altered a person’s physicality (and libido). Unfortunately their work ended up being inconclusive until Max.
Max went on to eventually get named Cop of the Year by the chief for uncovering the entire operation but he’s thankful that he now had Max, the absolute unit of a man of precinct 7 on the job to make the city safe
Secretly though, Max had successfully acquired a booster shot from one of the uncovered labs. “Gotta get a boost” he said as he inspected another syringe waiting to outgrow the office
