Man-Making Juice
With @toxicafaesthetic
Officer Hanson monitored the protest from the border, his eyes scanning the perimeter one final time. Once he had assumed it was safe, he gave his fellow officer a curt nod and signaled that he needed to relieve himself. It was a short walk to the enforcement headquarters before heading down to the basement, where he joined the line of men to the restrooms. Each of the stalls were walled off as miniature, separate rooms.
Eventually it was Officer Hanson’s turn. He proceeded forward to an empty stall displaying a blue light to signal its readiness. Instead of the standard toilet or urinal inside was a protestor, tied up, naked, and kneeling on the ground before him. The protester’s eyes were jumping to and fro, scared and nervous at what was about to happen. To the protestor, the bathroom stall appeared more as a prison cell.
“Don’t worry there, bud,” Officer Hanson grunted, removing his vest and setting it aside. “I’m not gonna hurt ya, I’m here to give you a gift.”
The protester’s eyes began to bounce even more erratically, his mouth moving frantically behind the piece of duct tape. Officer Hanson simply disregarded this as he removed his tactical belt and lowered his thick khakis. Eventually, the worn-out boxers fell to his feet too. A massive, soft schlong plopped out in front of the protester’s face. His eyes suddenly stopped moving, his pupils widening as they focused on the pure manly meat before them.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Officer Hanson chuckled, slowly removing the piece of duct tape as the protester continued to gape at his cock. The protester made no sound, which Officer Hansen knew would happen. They were always awestruck by his anaconda of testosterone, even when it was not excited.
“Now open wide,” Officer Hanson instructed. The protester eagerly took him, thinking he was about to receive the officer’s baby-making batter. He was even excited for it too; it was small but Officer Hanson could spot the little pecker throbbing down below. He could not help but maliciously grin at this, knowing the homos were always the easiest to convert and conform.
“Ahhhh yeah…” Officer Hanson moaned as he let his golden stream flow directly into the protester’s mouth and into his gullet. The protester’s eyes froze in shock at first, but it was already too late. The acidity of the officer’s manly piss quickly got to work eroding his brain, forcing him to stay on the tap until the officer was finished.
Officer Hanson thrusted a bit forward as wave after wave of his man-making juice pumped into the protester. A satisfied smirk fell onto his face as he watched the protestor expand before him. The urine bloated his musculature, making him stronger, wider, more adept for more masculine qualities. Thicker legs, broader shoulders, larger arms. His chest puffed out with rock-hard pecs, his abs following a similar strategy.
Once the major features were filled to the brim, minor sections followed. Massive, sweaty feet; dense, hairy forests; Neanderthal-like bone structure. A beard was natural, along with the tight haircut required by enforcement law. And a heavy pouch with a hearty dick to match was practically innate.
Officer Hanson’s urine filled the protester to the brim with the required materials to become a real man, but there was one thing the golden liquid actually stripped away: identity. Akin to acid rain, each drop eroded an individual trait from the protester until there was the bare minimum left. Superfluous intelligence, quirky hobbies, and of course homosexuality. Anything that would set the new officer apart from his fellow enforcement was peeled back and disintegrated.
As Officer Hanson finished up, he carefully extracted himself. Before him now kneeled a real, naked masculine figure: a brawny, serious cop with a dull, mindless expression, ready to obey every order.
“Room 14A has the materials and uniform, go there immediately,” Officer Hanson instructed as he redressed. “Then report to the front for further instructions.”
“Sir, yes sir!” the new officer jumped to attention, his voice now deep with authority and devoid of free will. Officer Hanson and the recruit left the stall through their opposite doors, a small red light now shining beside outside as they left. Once Officer Hanson was back to his station, he downed his a liter of water and resumed his command.
