Rookie Mistake: Chapter 1
With a coffee in one hand and a leather barrel bag in the other, Chase strode towards his city’s police department with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He’d only been out of the academy a few months and he felt like he ruled the city. He was a 22 year old with the world at his feet. Carefully groomed, blonde hair swayed in the summer breeze as he reached the stairs to the entrance. The city was busy today. With each person that crossed Chase’s path, he knew they looked up to him. He was a fine example of law enforcement for his city. Smart, charming, handsome! Chase Hughes was ready to patrol with a cheeky grin. He could have any girl he wanted, who could resist a hot detective?
Church bells in the distance chimed, indicating it was 7am. Sure Chase would be a few minutes late but he knew he could charm his way out of trouble with his chief. He always did, and he’d abuse that power whenever he could. Chief Booker always let him off lightly, he even called Booker by his first name, Victor. Sure he wasn’t supposed to and got the whole “that’s officer Booker to you kid” treatment, but he knew he was working more at Victor’s level, unlike those other donut demolishing cops. A bit of charisma and a knowing smirk, he always got what he wanted. Walking through the entrance, Chase caught his reflection in a passing window. The uniform perfectly showed off his toned physique. Sure he wasn’t as huge as those meat heads he went to school with, but with enough muscle and good bone structure he’d always been the top womaniser at high school. Even in the police academy!
As Chase passed his fellow officers at their desks, he avoided eye contact with Sargent Garcia. God that man annoyed him. Apparently he wasn’t ready for the big leagues: chasing down criminals and breaking down drug rings. He knew he was perfectly capable, he didn’t need to be doing the meaningless jobs they gave small fry cops. As far as Chase was concerned, he was the big fish in a pond of tadpoles. His desk was the closest to the Chief Booker’s office but he didn’t care, one day that would be his office. He sat down at his desk and swung his feet onto the table. He loved the job but hated the paperwork. A hero like Chase didn’t need to write reports.
THUD! Officer Matthews’ desk shook as a heap of files and paper landed in the centre. He looked up to see the overachieving rookie who was now infamous in the precinct. Chase smirked looking down at the paper then back up at Matthews. “Hey newbie, shouldn’t you be getting the one doing the grunt work?” Chase rolled his eyes. “Pft, office work? I’m more of a ‘man of action’ and hate to break it to you but being at a desk isn’t really my thing.” Before Matthews could respond, Chase had already walked off.
Before he could get back to his desk, Chase heard a door swing open across the room. It was the chief. “Hey rookie! Meeting room 1 in five. Round everyone up, I have a briefing on a new case!” A new case, what would it be this time? Some old crank’s cat has gone missing? New graffiti in the skate park? Chase wanted something big! Something exciting! Something different! Little did he know, ‘different’ was exactly what Chase would get.
“As most of you are aware, we’ve been trying to locate the base of operations linked to the recent rise of mob activity. This morning, we finally gained intel thanks to the botched robbery yesterday at the metropolitan bank. This new information pertains to the whereabouts of the infamous mobster, Antonio “Tony” Lovera.” Finally! Something good Chase could dig his teeth into. He could be the best detective on the force if the chief gave him more chances like this. This was the case he needed to show everyone just how a man of action deals with a mob.
“Mr Lovera set up a front known as the “Orso Lounge” a seedy club deep in the ghettos on the city outskirts.” Chase could imagine it now: everyone congratulating him on solving the case, throwing Lovera behind bars, and of course his face in the press. He had a face that could sell any news paper. Hell, he could even sign a copy if the right girl asked him.
“What makes this case different is that Lovera recently stole from some very powerful people. Those individuals are funding this operation to the point that we’ll be employing experimental equipment to get someone inside for a sting operation.” Mobs, a sting operation, and advanced technology! Chase shot up out of his chair. “I’ll take the case!” He’d practically shouted with enthusiasm. He tried to play off his keen outburst by flashing his all too familiar smirk to his fellow officers, they just rolled their eyes.
“You haven’t even let me finish newbie!” The chief almost looked fed up at the rookie’s constant need to be the best man in the room. It was draining! “I mean who else would take the case? I’m sure Lopez would rather stakeout Dunkin’ Donuts than catch a real criminal, am I right guys?” He says with a smirk. No one laughed, the only audible noise was a groan from the chief. “Fine rookie, the case is yours, but can I finish briefing without another outburst?” The chief had a tired look on his face, anything to get the kid to shut up. Chase nodded eagerly and took his seat.
“As I was saying, the equipment is a highly advanced biotech weapon. A sort of ‘transformation gun’ that rewrites the subjects body on a molecular level to literally make them a perfect duplicate of whoever’s DNA is loaded into it. The process does not wear off naturally but is completely reversible with just another zap of the gun and a sample of subjects original DNA.” Faces around the room looked concerned. They’d never dealt with technology like this before. However concern turned to intrigue as they remembered exactly which ‘lucky’ rookie had bagged himself the case. Even though this sounded drastic, Chase didn’t express any concern. Sure it was unconventional but this was his first big case, he needed this. He continued looking around the room with self assured pride.
“We’ll be loading the gun with the DNA of the grunt who recently got caught in the botched robbery mentioned earlier. Richard Grassier.” Snickers could be heard across the room. Chase would become Richard Grassier! This was too good to be true. Cops started whispering amongst themselves. Surely Chase would turn down the case now! A cocky asshole like Chase would never be caught dead looking like Grassier. Cops took glances towards the rookie, seeing if he’d crack. But he didn’t. He was too new to the force to know who Grassier even was.
“So what? Sound just like regular disguises with more steps. I’m so good I’ll catch the perp and be back in my regular skin in no time!” Chase declared with an air of arrogance. It would be no biggie, he’d be in and out in a matter of minutes. This sounded like a walk in the park to the confident young man. What did everyone think was so funny? “I swear if I was in charge of this place criminal activity would go down faster then Frank’s hairline.” Chase berated the officer sat beside him. He was middle aged and had a receding hairline shaped like an “M” which had specks of silver. “Hey rookie, that’s Officer Wells to you!” The man snapped back. Chase put up his hands and sniggered. “Are you sure you want the job kid?” The Chief interjected across the room, this time seeming to get a some delight in what was about to befall the naïve rookie. “Victor, we both know I’m the best man for the job, these bozos can hardly catch a criminal, never mind go undercover as one. I’ve got this in the bag.”
“Well son, you asked for it. Can’t say I didn’t give you a chance to change your mind. And it’s Chief Booker for god sake!” The Chief side eyed Chase and continued. “The mission begins immediately. Chase, head to interrogation room 2 while we get the gun ready. The rest of you, back to work!”
As Chase confidently strode towards the door, the chief stopped him briefly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “One more thing rookie, you might want to take that uniform off if you want to wear it after your big case.”
Entering meeting room 2, Chase saw it looked like more of an interrogation room. There was a one way mirror, which he adjusted his perfectly groomed hair in as he walked in, and a small table in the corner with a metallic brief case placed in the centre. Chief Booker followed behind ushering in a fellow officer, officer Matthews. Chase was made to stand on a tape cross in the middle of the room as the chief looked him up and down.
“Okay kid, you’re going to need to remove that uniform and place it in the corner, we don’t want it getting stretched out.” The chief said with an air of smugness. Stretched out? So this guy must be buff being some henchman for a mob. Sure Chase wasn’t a fan of the meat head look but more muscle would be a fun change. He could see Matthews open the briefcase and pull out a device that looked oddly like a gun. It was a chrome, silver colour with yellow wires emitting from the barrel connecting to a small container below the holster. Before Chase could get a closer look he heard a snip and felt a tug on the side of his head. “Hey man! Watch it, I’m one of the only people on the force who can grow a full head of it!” Chase snapped at the technician who placed a tuft of his golden hair into a vial. “I thought you knew we needed your DNA so we can change you back afterwards, you did listen to the briefing didn’t you?” The technician questioned him, expressing some concern. Chase just smirked overconfidently. “Sure, I knew that. I’m the guy who’s going to bring Lovera down!” Chases arrogance was striking, the technician just hoped he knew what he was in for.
Once his clothes were neatly stacked in the corner of the room, the technician and chief left. They watched Chase from the observation room on the other side, as well as a few excited officers who wanted to see the smug rookie change. Chase was stood in the centre stark naked with officer Matthews facing him. Chase didn’t care he was naked for everyone to see, he knew it would make them jealous, especially of the impressive appendage between his legs. Matthews placed the sample of Richard Grassier’s DNA, it looked like a bundle of hair in a test tube. Once the container on the gun was sealed, the transformation gun whirred to life. A luminous, yellow glow seeped from the barrel of the gun. Only now did the situation start to feel real for Chase. What had he signed up for? Would this hurt? What did Grassier even look like? Although the nerves were getting to Chase, he didn’t show it. He still held that shit eating grin and he tilted his head towards the mirror. “Make sure to get my good side,” Chase cracked brazenly to the officers watching, “I’m sure you’ll miss this but don’t worry I’ll be back in no time!” There was a chorus of groans and chuckles from the onlookers, not that Chase could hear them. Facing Matthews, the rookie outstretched his arms and patted his chest. “Come on Matthews it’s the only time you’ll get a shot at me. Hit me old timer!”
Before Chase had a chance to react, a beam of yellow light hit him in the chest and radiated across his body. It felt like a sharp heat that quickly grew into a numb feeling. He didn’t even flinch, even though internally his was getting scared. He glanced at the mirror for reassurance and was greeted with the same hunk of a man staring back at him. “Was that it? Maybe my body’s just too good to change,” he chuckled, “hey mister scientist, your gun did nothing!” Then, a throbbing flush of heat started in Chase’s groin. This quickly moved down his cock. The pulsing almost felt like he was getting a ghostly blowjob. It felt so good. Hormones started to rush to Chase’s head as he started to get turned on. Shit, he was going to be flying a full mast in front of his colleagues! Hell, they’d probably be even more jealous. Everyone he’d been with had said he was huge, the biggest they’d ever taken. A smile crept across Chase’s face as he thought of this. He felt a twinge in his dick and went to place his hand on his hard, throbbing cock. But where it should have been, there was just a limp piece of meat. He looked down in surprise to find no sign of arousal when he should have been up like a rocket! Why wasn’t it up? He gave it a nudge and it still swung lifeless between his legs.
The officers thought Chase seemed unusually quiet, they expected a bit more arrogance as he got the chance to flaunt his naked body. He held that self entitled stance, but seemed slightly more reserved than usual. Cops were starting to lose interest, expecting a show. That was until one officer whispered, “Hey guys, look at his back!”
Unknown to Chase, where he once had a smooth hairless back was now starting to look fuzzy. Small black hairs started curling out of his skin. It started off as two small patches on his shoulder blades. It was thin and barely noticeable at first. Then it got darker, the hair got thicker and longer. Hair started matting together as it slowly spread across his back, the two patches met in the middle, travelling down his spine and creeping up his shoulders. Chase was unaware of this as he was too focused on why his dick wasn’t cooperating with his brain and trying to play it cool in-front of his colleagues. His back was now almost covered in hair. His attention finally broken from his limp dick once a thick black hair wormed it’s way out of his skin in the centre of his chest.
He reached up to the hair and clasped it between his fingers. With a sharp tug he pulled it out. He held it up to his face seeing it was thick and dark. It curled because it was so long. He flicked it onto the floor but once he was done he looked down and there were a few more that had appeared. So the guy was a bit hairy, at least it seemed somewhat manageable. Chase could just shave it if they annoyed him. But then, another hair sprouted. Then another. They kept sprouting out from Chase’s chest as it dawned on him. Maybe this wasn’t going to be a few pesky hairs. What started as a few hairs spread across his chest quickly grew into small patches. These patches quickly spiralled and connected to make a thick pelt of chest hair. It was dense and grew up to meet the hair crawling down from over his shoulders. Chase ran his fingers through it, it was scratchy and wiry. It even started engulfing his nipples! To hide his growing panic, Chase joked, “well that’s one way to put hair on your chest.” He laughed with a hint of nervousness. All the while his hormones still rushed around his body. He was normally disgusted by body hair, especially on himself. It looked untidy and made him look like some filthy degenerate. Still, he felt like he was having a head rush from how turned on he was feeling. It was an immense amount of pleasure, and still, his cock hung lifeless and limp. The only indication of his hormones was a small glob of pre dripping from the head of his cock.
As the hair crept further down his chest, a light snail trail made itself known as it grew up to his bellybutton. The hair quickly grew long and pushed outwards, even curling up into his belly button. It was soon met by the hair growing down his stomach and covering his washboard abs. Chase was revolted by his newfound body hair. It was disgusting. It was already itchy and he knew it would catch on his clothes. He’d also never be able to hide the small tuft of hair that would always poke out above any collar. But the hair didn’t stop there, his shaven arms looked like a shadow had been cast across them as hair stretched down his forearms onto the back of his hands and knuckles. It climbed up his arms quickly engulfing his muscular biceps and triceps. A small birthmark even formed on his bicep. There was no way he could hide this! As his dick hung limply, hair spring from his crotch quickly swamping his groin in a heavy bush of pubes. For god sake, he’d just shaved this morning! That’s when Chase finally caught his reflection in the mirror. Why was his back so dark? Then it hit him as he reached around and felt the carpet of hair now draped down his back. The light hair that was on his tight round ass even started to thicken, especially down his crack! It grew out until his entire ass was covered in the thick, swampy mangled hair.
Knowing that his senior officers were watching the whole process, Chase quickly pulled himself together and started posing in the mirror. So it was more than a little hair. It was gross, but it was only temporary. His legs quickly followed suit as the pelt descended down his thighs and calfs until it reached his feet. His legs looked like an animals’. The hair was shaggy and unkept. If Chase even tried to shave he would need several razors ready, because just one would break in seconds. His feet looked like he’d stuck pubes onto them the hair was so thick. “Who needs police dogs when Chase can sniff out crime!” One officer joked and the rest laughed as they watched Chase examining his new hairy body. Chase twisted and turned as he looked in the mirror trying to examine every part of his body and the fur that covered it. Pre kept dripping from his cock and got matted in his thick pubic hair and hairy legs. He looked like a caveman, normally Chase would sunbathe in his underwear whenever he got the chance to show off, he did’t even want to take his top off now! But why would hair mean he had to take his uniform off. Hair wouldn’t stretch it out!
A gurgling feeling built up in his stomach that sent waves of pleasure through his hairy body. The feeling was relaxing, like soft hands running across his skin. That’s when he saw in the mirror that his ass looked slightly bigger. It looked more plump, like it would fill out any pair of underwear he wore. What started as two peachy ass cheeks started swelling larger. Two cute dimples sunk into the skin just above his ass at the base of his spine. Not that he could see them with all of his hair. The gurgling continued as the officers could hear it through the intercom. The cops watched on eagerly, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Grassier was certainly a big guy, but it wasn’t all going to be muscle. Chase’s stomach started to bloat as his already hidden abs started to soften and fade. His belly button started to look deeper as is tight stomach started to push out around it. Chase noticed his bloated belly starting to push out and placed his hands on it. It was soft. He could still feel muscle underneath but the skin felt more cushioned. As it pushed out further the tight bloated look became more blubbery. His pecs puffed out and followed suit, still looking meaty just slightly more rounded. His arms even started to look puffy as they lost their definition. “Looks like the rookie found his box of donuts, and then some!” One officer joked. Okay so Chase was starting to look a bit softer, but it was only temporary. He could already feel slight jiggles as he moved and when he twisted to see his ass he could feel fat roll on his side. He grabbed onto it and it was soft in his hand. He had love handles. God this sucked! He used to make fun of the officers who’d stuff themselves on donuts and fill out their uniform, but now he was following in their footsteps.
Just when he thought the swelling of his body had slowed down, another rumbling gurgle of his stomach assured him it wasn’t over. His belly now swelled at a faster pace. What started as a small gut was now ballooning out. He looked down as he saw the view of his hairy feet quickly becoming obscured by the ball of a belly. His dick was even out of view at this point. His pecs continued to swell and drooped slightly. They still had a lot of muscle behind them, but they were much, much softer. Where they drooped, the hair underneath looked darker as it was pressed together. His nipples even started to stretch wider to accommodate his plump pecs. His arms had now lost most definition but still looked strong. His back muscles were covered by pudge as back rolls appeared above his love handles. Just as his gut slowed down he felt it drop. With one hand he ran his fingers over the top and underneath it. He had an overhang. It was sure to rest in his lap now whenever he sat down. His belly felt hard as it had muscle behind it. It felt like he’d had it for years. It made his back start to ache as the weight of it tugged on his spine. Luckily, his legs had grown to accommodate his new weight as his thighs were round and beefy. “At least now he’ll literally be throwing his weight around on the force!” Said another officer. Chase reached down below his belly to find he now had a soft fat pad above his dick, almost like a smaller second belly. Speaking of his dick. Chase’s face flushed white as he brushed his hand against it.
Whilst Chase’s attention had been drawn to his growing gut, he’d failed to realise his dick was getting smaller. Where there was once a large piece of meat dangling between his legs, it had started shrivelling up. The impressive inches dissolved as it was swallowed further into his fat pad. Now all that was on display was a small nub, barely flopping forward as it wasn’t heavy enough anymore. It must have been 2 inches at the most. Now Chase was pawing at it, it wasn’t even big enough to wrap his hairy hand around it. All he needed was his finger and his thumb to hold it. Behind the glass, the officers were sniggering and holding in their laughter as he tugged at it with his finger. “Hardly the big man on the force now.” Said one officer as another quipped back, “no, he’s definitely a big guy on the force, just not in the way he’d like! Can’t be too cocky now.” Chase could have cried if he wasn’t being observed. He hated it, how was he supposed to use a nub like that! It wouldn’t even get erect and it was tiny, he couldn’t even see it over his belly. He wished he’d masterbated earlier as now he was hornier than ever and could barely get a hold of his much softer, smaller penis. If only he’d known.
Just as he thought his situation couldn’t get any worse he saw his hair in the mirror. Was it thinner? His once gorgeous head of hair seemed flatter. There wasn’t as much volume. And his forehead looked bigger. No, his hairline was receding! What started as his hair slowly creeping back soon grew worse than the officer he’d teased earlier. It started as his temples became exposed and he saw his hair retreating back into his skull. The “M” shaped hairline receded further back until the top of his head became smooth and shiny. Even the horseshoe shaped hairstyle he was left with started to thin out until Chase’s head was almost completely bald. He rand his hand over his head unused to the feeling of smooth skin where luscious locks should have been brushing between his fingers. A five o’clock shadow crept across his once clean shaven face until it was a light beard. The blonde hair quickly darkened to match the rest of his body as it grew in fuller. It became thick and bushy. It tickled his nose and got caught in his lips. He wanted to gag as the unfamiliar feeling of hair stuck in his mouth settled in. It even hid his now plump double chin. His eyebrows followed suit as they darkened and became a bit more unkept. He used to have naturally shaped eyebrows most men were jealous of, now they looked like thick slugs on his face. Hair even grew out of his ears like an old man. Deep wrinkles started appearing on his forehead and frown lines etched themselves in. As did crows feet on the corners of his eyes. Internally Chase was screaming, on the outside he still tried to stand proud and confident, but that confidence was beginning to thin. Aches and pains started settling into his body as he felt older and more tired. Wrinkles started to form across his body as his once youthful and tight skin became looser and sagged.
The last few changes started to settle in as Chase now strongly resembled the criminal known as Richard Grassier. His nose became more pointed and his mouth looked slightly smaller. His eyes changed from their piercing blue colour and became a murky brown. His lips thinned out and skin developed a more olive tone to match his now Italian genetics. The pleasurable feeling in Chase’s body faded as he felt the cold of the room meet his skin. He perfectly resembled Grassier: from the birthmark on his arm to the Italian features. Where there was once a handsome, blonde 22 year old ready for action was now a hairy, chubby 47 year old who looked like a Italian bear.
Reality finally sets on for Chase as he stared into the one way glass. He looks like the very person he would get joy out of arresting. He didn’t just look older, he felt it. Fat hung off him like weights. There was a constant itching from his hair covered body. And no wonder he couldn’t get his dick up anymore, the only way he would get any action out of it would be through a little blue pill. What the hell did he sign up for? How could they do this to him? He was fit and attractive, now he looked like a low life slob! He still felt somewhat dazed as he continued to rub and tug at his new body. He better get used to it. The only thing that broke his fixation on his new appearance was the chief swinging open the door. The chief came in and took the gun from Matthews hands, his face was somewhere between complete shock and about to crack a laugh. Once the gun was back in the case, Booker walked over to Chase and patted his shoulder, “Well kid, I hope this isn’t too much for you, it’s definitely a big change!” Chase tried to pluck up some courage and attempted to smirk, “don’t worry chief, it’s fine, anyway I’ll be back to normal in no time.” His shit eating grin no longer held the same effect coming from a middle aged man. Even his voice sounded gruffer and heavily accented. It wasn’t fooling the chief, and it definitely wasn’t making Chase feel any better about his current situation. “Let’s get this case closed, then, you can get back to normal kid.” Chief Booker gave one last meaty pat on Chase’s shoulder, only this time there was a bit more jiggle to it. It was reversible, what was the worst that could happen? Chase had this in the bag, he knew he did. He had to. Before the chief left, Chase made one last comment, “Hey chief, if this oaf hasn’t got hair on his head, where did you get the DNA sample?” The chief looked Chase up and down. “Take a look in the mirror rookie, where do you think?”
Chase was motioned to follow the chief back into meeting room 1 for his final debrief. Sadly, this meant he had to walk through part of the precinct in his current, naked, situation. Stepping out he saw the faces of several officers. Some were in shock. Some were in awe. But others were smiling and sniggering to each other. He could hear several whispers from colleagues such as, “Yikes, the guy looks like if bigfoot decided to store fat over the winter” and “Haha yeah, but what was that old saying? Oh, it was something like ‘men with big feet equal men with big meat.’ I guess newbie didn’t quite get the memo”. But the comment that stuck out the most came from Frank, “Hey Chase, good to know with you on the job, Lovera will go down quicker than your hairline. Or metabolism.” This cut deep, even Frank had more hair than him now! Chase was so proud of his hair, now it was nothing but a bald scalp. Usually Chase would have snapped back at the comments, but right now he wanted to crawl up into a ball and disappear. This was humiliating! But as awful as this was, Chase did his best to keep his composure as to not drawn anymore attention. He couldn’t handle it. Normally he loved all eyes on him, but right now the stares were piercing. The chief could hear this but acted indifferent. The rookie brought this on himself. He’s got to learn some humility somehow was all Booker thought.
Once sat down in the meeting room, the debrief began. Chase was still naked and this time the small office chair squeaked under his new weight. “You’ll have the transformation gun and your orginal DNA sample in your custody. You will use them to transform back to normal once your mission is complete. You’ve been signed to a pickup truck out front. It’s been made to look like Richard’s but there’s a hidden compartment for the gun and your supplies. It may look rough but it’s mainly mean’t to store your few belongings. Head to the address provided on the note in the glove compartment. They’re expecting Grassier to make his return today so they should have your “regular job” waiting for you. Don’t draw any unwanted attention and try your best to be a be a fly on the wall. We’re not giving you a wire, the mob is too smart for that. That’s why you’ll need to listen for the location of Lovera’s next big score. We’ll intercept and you can use the gun right before the takedown.” The chief noticed Chase seemed oddly quiet, stressed even. But he paid it no mind and wrapped up the debrief.
After he’d finally been given some clothes, Chase was told what he needed to collect from his desk before he started his infiltration. The clothes seemed huge in his hands being a size he’d never consider trying, but the plain black t-shirt, white sweatpants and green cargo jacket fit him like a glove. Although the t-shirt kept riding up his gut and hair poked out of the collar and the sleeves. As he walked with his chief to his desk, the previous silence from the precinct was now just laughter. Cops from every department had come to get a better look at Chase. More jokes and insults were thrown his way like, “The rookie looks more like a gorilla than a man now, I was half expecting him to walk out of Chief’s office eating a banana” and “Pft, have you read Grassier’s file? That banana definitely wouldn’t be in his mouth.” Chase was reaching the end of his rope. He was digging around in his desk for his badge when he felt his belly being jiggled. He shot up to find Sargent Garcia with both hands rubbing and jiggling his new blubbery belly. “G-Get off me!” Chase screamed as he pushed Garcia away. Even with Chase’s outburst, the men kept laughing, especially Garcia. “Come on guys knock it off, give the rookie some space.” The chief said nonchalantly only to be met with, “yeah guys give Chase some space, he takes up a lot more of it now!” The laughter made Chase want to cry, but he picked up his belongings as quick as he could and b-lined for the exit. The last thing he heard from his colleagues was, “Hope that case isn’t too far away, or else we’ll be need to looking into flying the new guy out, cargo class!”
Getting into the truck, it was dirty and old. It was something Chase would never choose to drive. He turned the key and the engine spluttered to life. It was noisy and drew attention from passers by. Chase was mortified. He didn’t need anymore eyes looking at him. Whilst loading the briefcase into the hidden compartment, the chief paused and looked at Chase, he almost looked deflated. The eager rookie looked like his ego and cocky attitude had disappeared along with his old body. He looked stressed. “I bet you’re regretting taking the case now. Am I correct?” Defensively, Chase puffed out his now softer chest. He flashed the chief an almost angry smile. “Oh no, I love my fat, hairy ass. It’s amazing! And being bald with a micro dick is the cherry on top. I’ve never felt better!” Chase stated sarcastically. The chief seemed almost relieved there seemed to be some of Chase’s arrogant personality left. “You signed up for it rookie.” Chase looked down at the T-shirt riding up his gut exposing his fluffy bellybutton. “You set me up Chief! You knew what I’d look like and still let me do it! I swear after I catch this guy, you AND those donut lovin bums will regret your little remarks. This is the only time you’re getting a treat like this out of me!” Anger was starting to boil through Chase, this sucked! Look at him. In every reflation he was reminded how he looked. Every time he looked down he was greeted to a fat ball that now belonged to him. “Right, keep telling yourself that. Maybe this job might teach you some humility. Though maybe your right, it might just end up being a little treat for the rest of us.”
The chief finished placing the brief case in the hidden compartment in the trunk when Chase felt his phone vibrate. It was one of his ladies. Chase always had multiple women on the go, he was quite the womaniser, or at least used to be. The photo was of the woman’s tits which would normally have Chase’s dick spring to life, but still, not so much as a twinge. To make matters worse, the photo was sent with the message, “let’s see that python down your pants Mr Detective.” Before he could reply the chief swiped his phone away. He looked at the message and tutted. “I’m not sure the poor girl would like that right now.” Chase was beyond humiliated, he just felt sad and uncomfortable. Chase wasn’t used to feeling like this. He opened the glove compartment and looked at the note. “The Orso Lounge.” It had the directions to get there on the outskirts of town. Before Chase drove off the chief gave him Richard Grassier’s phone. The phone’s wallpaper had a photo of a larger man posing seductively. Chase felt the hormones start to rush into his head again. He looked at the chief as he realised what else had changed. “Yeah son, I’m afraid Grassier played the other field. Good luck rookie.”
Collaboration with @swappwas Rookie Mistake continues Monday 20th September with part 2!!!
