Rushed Story - Top Cop - A Photo Booth Transformation Story

[ploder4]

Anyone is welcome to re-write this story.  I kinda ran into a block at the ending so it's kinda half-assed.  But hopefully it will inspire something else.   

As always criticism is welcome.  Re-writes and continuations are welcome.  Have at it if you wish.

 

 

Photo Booth Transformations - Top Cop

    It was hard to work as a security officer at the mall Daryl said to himself as he waddled past the officer's lounge in the catacombs of the mall's hidden back employee hallways.  Daryl stood and watched two of his officers lounging in front of the television watching a football game and eating their lunch.   The two officers were hulking brutes of muscle that intimidated Daryl and made him feel safe at the same time.  While these brutes could easily smash Darryl into a pulp with one punch, they were easy going and respectful men.  Daryl looked at the huge men in awe as he recalled many feats of near superhuman strength they had done in the past.  Stuff like that you don't see everyday except here in the mall and surrounding area.  Many guys like those two in the lounge are typically disgusted by a man like Daryl, a 55 year old super obese "donut cop" weighing in at an almost ridiculous 500 pounds of fat in an ill fitting tent of a uniform that only held back the tidewater that was Daryl's fatty flesh.  
"Oh!  Hey Daryl!"  One of the massive mall cops shouted raising a massive meaty muscular arm in a wave looking at Daryl.  Daryl thought he could hear the straining material of the shirt as the titan raised his arm.  "Come on and sit with us!  You gotta see this last play!"  The huge man was smiling big and his demeanor looked genuine, but Daryl refused to believe it.  He knew his place wasn't with musclegods like that.  
"Nah!  I gotta make my rounds.  But thanks Joe."  Daryl replied with a polite smile and then a bit of a sigh.  As much as he would like to have wanted to sit with the guys he felt like he didn't belong with them.  Not to mention there seemed to be a growing number of them coming in lately.
"You okay man?"  Joe piped up looking concerned.
"Yeah Joe, just a little tired that's all."  Daryl replied his hand unconsciously moving to his back as a small pain developed there.  Joe seemed to notice almost immediately.
"You know I can take your rounds if you want.  You look like you're in pain."  Joe called back quickly noticing Daryl's tell tale movement.  
"No that's okay!"  Daryl replied a little bit more snippy than he expected.
"Okay man."  Joe replied back a little put off but still concerned.  
With that, Daryl made his way to the door leading to the main mall area huffing and puffing as he walked through it.  Even simple walking was becoming exhausting for Daryl.  Usually the bigger guys would do the rounds letting Daryl stay in the camera room to monitor the mall.  His body though had gotten lazy and fatter in the process.  The new boss of the mall, who was a massive muscle man himself called him into his office to tell him that he needed to lose weight or lose his job.   Daryl relented to doing his rounds again and not letting the other guys do it for him as he couldn't slide by anymore.  Daryl was happy he got to move around, it was something he needed but it was so hard for him.  
"I am pathetic.  I can't even walk a few feet without breathing hard."  Daryl said to himself as he stopped for a breather.  Daryl then looked at his uniform noting some wet patches.  "I'm sweating like a pig too."  
Daryl slowly waddled his way to a nearby bench and plopped down onto it for another breather.  The bench groaned with the applied weight.  He wanted to turn and tell the bench to shut the fuck up but he had a hard time turning while sitting.  The pain in his back was spreading a bit.  Daryl looked back towards the door to the security office.  He had only walked so far and had to stop twice, but he didn't have time to wallow in self pity that he only moved so far when a figure in dark blue blurred past him clutching a purse.   
"STOP THAT MAN!"  Cried a woman from the opposing direction.  Daryl rolled his eyes but his body somehow willed itself to get up and run toward the offender.  The man was tall and looked athletic as Daryl pursued him but Daryl was beginning to huff and puff as the robber quickly ran farther ahead.  Daryl slowed down as he began to see stars and his chest felt painfully tight.  Daryl looked around so he could find a seat but could only find a photobooth on the opposite side of the midway.  Daryl waddled and wheezed his way there and collapsed into the booth.  His vision was blurring and getting dark but he noticed a flashing light he could barely read.  "Insert quarter."  Daryl could only moan as he focused on the light that seemed to get dimmer and dimmer.   Daryl's head and body slowly slumped to the side of the photo booth.  The "insert quarter" light went off and was followed by an electrical buzzing noise that got louder.  I giant flash went off inside the booth along with a loud electrical crack.  Daryl was suddenly thrown back against the rear wall of the booth.  Wide awake, the first thing Daryl noticed was the strong smell of ozone.  The second flash went off very quickly and very brightly.  Daryl felt like electricity was flowing through him.  The feeling was intense.  Daryl felt his whole body blow up like a balloon.  He looked down at his own body and was shocked to see his rolls of fat shrinking.   The electrical sensation suddenly changed to be more pleasureable when the third flash exploded brightly in the booth.  Daryl was again thrown against the back wall.  Daryl saw the world go black for a moment, when his eyes adjusted he saw his body blowing up again, this time in his chest and arms which soon ripped apart as the muscle grew rapidly. The fourth flash went off throwing as much force against him as before, but this time Daryl wasn't fazed as his legs exploded out of his uniform pants.  Daryl's body grew bigger and bigger packing on pounds of pure, dense, hard muscle.  Daryl was then hit with something else against his chest.  His cock had exploded out of his boxers and slapped him in the middle of his pecs.  
"Fuck!"  Was the only thing that Daryl could say as he witnessed his transformation.  The fifth flash went off and Daryl blinked.  When he could focus again, Daryl shook the fog from his head and then looked down at his monstrous body, which was now clothed in what could be described as a porn star mall cop uniform.  Daryl also noticed that he was going to have trouble getting out of the booth.  He had grown so large that he had to twist himself so he could unwedge he butt from the seat.  Then he twisted his butt out the curtain.  Daryl lost his balance and fell back but he was stopped by the size of his immense lats wedging themselves across the door frame.  
"Fuck!"  Was all Daryl could say as he continued to wriggle out.  He managed to turn his body to the side so his lats could clear the door.  However, Daryl's pecs were now wedged in the door.  Daryl cursed again but once his arms were outside the photo booth he began pushing as well as standing up.  Little did Daryl realize he was lifting the photo booth off the floor while trying to escape it.  One more twist and the photo booth was off of the mighty mall cop.  The huge uniformed man looked around and then up at the photo booth he was holding over his head.  
"Oh!  I better put this down."  The massive man said to himself.  Daryl gently set the booth down with ease not really realizing what he was doing.  When it was on the ground again, Daryl realized that the top of the booth only went as tall as his nipples.  The booth was about six feet tall.  Daryl roughly estimated that he had to be at least seven and a half feet tall.  Daryl non-chalantly put his arm up on top of the booth and was shocked by it's immense size.  
"Wow."  Daryl said as he moved his arm around looking at it as if it weren't his.  The sleeves of the mighty arm barely reaching below his shoulder and his entire uniform seemed to be painted on his body.  The buttons up front gaping open about ready to burst.  Daryl was also amazed and mesmerized by how every little movement caused the meaty arm to explode and rumble along with any other muscle that just happened to move.  
"THERE HE IS!"  Someone shouted snapping Daryl back into reality.  Looking around Daryl easily spotted the dark blue figure running toward him briefly before ducking down a flight of stairs.  
Daryl immediately jumped into action and ran at full speed to catch them, his mind changing moderately with each thunderous bound.  His mind adding thoughts and memories to his old ones.  Daryl turned and looked over a railing to the lower floor seeing the dark blue interloper zip by.  Daryl squatted down briefly before kicking up and over the side of the rail landing on his feet with a loud boom.  Daryl's quads and calves easily absorbing the blow and exploding briefly in size upon the landing,  People gasped at the superhuman sight.  A small tear formed along the side of one of the legs of his short uniform shorts.  A thought entered his mind that would have never before been there.  
"Thank goodness I wear my shorts so high, that leap would have destroyed them."  Daryl thought out loud as he began to run to the purse snatcher.  With each bound Daryl came closer and closer rapidly until he was able to reach out and grab the blue hoodie stopping the guy in his tracks.  Daryl hoisted the snatcher up high letting him dangle possibly 3 feet off the ground before turning him around to get a good look at him.  Daryl realized he must have looked really scary when the purse snatcher who happened to be a young kid turned completely pale in fear.  
"That's not yours!"  Daryl growled at the kid fiercely coming almost nose to nose before snatching the purse back from him.
"I'm sorry sir!"  The kid was almost crying.  "Please....  Please don't kill me."   
"What kind of rat bastard goes stealing old ladies purses?  Huh?  TELL ME BOY!"  Daryl roared at the kid.  The kid didn't respond but a small trickle was heard.  Daryl looked down to see the boy was pissing himself.  Rolling his eyes he held the kid away from him.  
"Well kid, you wouldn't be pissin yourself if you'd not done what you did."  Daryl said calming down.  The kid shook in fear looking down at his shameful loss of control.  
"Never mind why you did it.  You're coming with me to the security office.  Then I'm callin your parents."  With that, Daryl dragged the boy to the security office.  The boy didn't struggle.  Daryl had a very huge and strong paw gripping the kid's shoulder painfully but not enough to really hurt him.  It took Daryl a few feet to realize he was actually still carrying the kid.  Daryl put the kid down.  Still gripping his arm he continued to take the boy into the security office.  Once there Daryl looked at the two giant muscle guards in the break room.  Both of them turned to look at Daryl and the kid.  
"I caught this kid stealing a lady's purse."  Daryl grumbled.  "One of you process him, get his info so I can call his parents."  
"Sure thing boss."  One of the guards answered dutifully quickly standing up and taking the boy to a detention room.  The boy never said a word as the guard took him away.   
The other guard shook his head.  "How are these kids raised these days?"  
"Very poorly."  Daryl grumbled.  "It's a shame."
"Well, hopefully his parents will do the right thing and straighten him out."  The guard said.
"I doubt it, but we'll see."  Daryl continued to grumble.  "I better not see him around here again."  

[convolution]

I liked the way Daryl's coronary blended into transformation, with the flashes acting like defribulation... cool.

[cutlerfan]

A life upgrade with each flash! Loved it!

[Guest]

[ploder4]

I have always felt that the photo booth kinda had a mind of it's own so to speak.  It's power seeming to be benign, I decided to add a little extra personification to it.  It's a kind photo booth.  

 

[MuscleMan166]

story look great, but I can see why it's rushed.  There's no detail of pleasure or ejaculation from the transformation.  Maybe describe a little bit more of the clothes trying to contain him, either ripping out or more details on its alteration to his new size. for example, "As his quads continue to engorge with muscle, they broke the side seams of his pants and ruined them.  though they didn't stay torn for long, for as if by magic, the shreds of fabric went up and realign themselves to become shorts big enough to contain his new girth of his thighs, along with containing his trouser snake and enormous squat butt."  Something like that.  As for the ending, maybe a bit more dialogue between Daryl and the two other guards, like them hitting the food court or getting in a group workout.  Other than that, excellent story

[tjsunk]

Great story. The only thing you guys need to tell how much Daryl weights. The reason it helps the mind to comprehend easier how big a person is. I also agree with MuscleMan166. I do want to thank you for writing stories that some of us are  not able to do

[changes]

Should probably give credit to Aardvark as this is clearly inspired from his photobooth stories. 

[ploder4]

 Oops!  You're right!  I have committed a literary sin!   I'm sorry Aardvark.   This story was inspired by your photobooth series.  I do not take credit for any work that preceeds of that series, only this one.  

My deepest apologies.