On my way to the cospla y convention just a state over, and I am LATE! Checking my navigation system showed me that I have to do this long stretch around some big empty forest, but then I see a road leading down that looked like it goes straight through! Obviously, had to try it. If it isn't then I'll just do a u-turn.
The Reality Rewriter: Cosplayer To Cop
Jamesonâs hands drummed the steering wheel of his car in a mix of frustration and nervousness as he drove down the deserted country road. His original plan, to drive all night to get from his house to the convention center, was now clearly a big mistake, as the road he thought would be a straight shortcut now seemed to be only wide open fields in the glow of his carâs headlights.
He knew that his decision to begin the long drive to the convention at the end of the day, instead of at the beginning like he had originally planned, was a horrible idea, but he had done it anyway. His ticket had been paid in full, and the first day of the convention was going to be prime time for the reveal of his handmade cosplay for the annual competition held there. He would have left earlier, but he had gotten so busy writing that paper earlier that he didnât even notice the time. So he made the stupid decision of leaving late in the day, and the even stupider decision of taking this weird, mind numbingly long shortcut.
An hour ago, he had been stuck in a horrible traffic jam, heavily considering just cutting it early and turning around to go home or to a hotel. Being a day late might be worth it, if it meant not having to spend the rest of the night fighting off exhaustion and risking a car accident. Maybe. However, Jameson had happened to see an off ramp that was being strangely ignored, and decided to take the shortcut and escape his traffic nightmare. For the last hour he had been driving on what he thought was a shortcut that others didnât want to enter, simply because the GPS directed them elsewhere. It was only once he saw the glow of light in the distance he was flooded with relief that his decision wasnât a waste, managing to vaguely make out the lights of a town, albeit a small one.
Jameson briefly glanced at the phone, seeing the GPS still showed no town up ahead, and that according to his phone all that was in front of him was a bare patch of green. It wasnât completely abnormal for a small town to be ignored by GPS, but for some reason the whole thing made him feel oddly nervous. Whatever, he thought as with a simple swipe, the application was shut down and he continued his drive.Â
A town that wasnât noticeable by GPS, in this part of the country, sounded weirdly familiar to the cosplayer, but he couldnât quite place it. It wasnât until Jameson recalled the town sign that he had just passed that it clicked. âNow Entering the Town of Maxford.â and, In an âoh shit momentâ, Jameson slammed on the brakes. It was too late though. He had passed into the city limits.
The tires and the wards he had conjured onto his car screeched as he stopped dead on the dirt road. There was no time to switch to reverse and leave because the immense magical force right outside pressing in from everywhere began compressing the wards to break; his car shuddered with the changes wracking it everywhere all at once.
âShit!â Jameson cursed as a rapid tingling feeling rose in waves all over his body, the magic of Maxford flooding and displacing his own, pushing itself deeper than he thought it could. His vision blurred, and the heat suffusing his body felt so good as if he was getting a heated massage. His vision cleared, the heat ebbed away, and Jameson sat in stupor.
You see, Jameson wasnât an average person. Jameson was what's known as a reality warper, a human with the strange ability to morph reality to his whim, and one of the few magical entities in the world trying to lay low and keep his ability to himself. That was the only real limitation of his ability; he could only alter his own reality in a limited bubble of what he owned. The paper he had written, the reality warping spell that made him tireless for the night, was now burned up in the face of this magical behemoth.
âFuck.â Jameson said, his voice now both familiar yet unfamiliar to himself. It was now deeper, both in octave and tone, almost performatively masculine. He looked down to see for himself what had happened, and it confirmed the number of similar stories he had already read online. He had been transformed, like everyone who entered the strange town of Maxford, into a sexy, traditional, conservative, athletic, straight version of themselves.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Almost transformed into a straight version of himself, he corrected internally. His awareness of the reality changes, his memories, and most importantly his mind, had been shielded from the changes by his own magic powers, compressed as of now. He had gone from an average cosplayer to a beefy straight man, a beefy straight cop if what he saw in the rearview mirror was anything to go by. His body had transformed, his clothing had transformed, even his beat-up second-hand car had been transformed into a sleek, state-of-the-art police cruiser.
He could feel the new memories stick to his consciousness like barnacles on a ship, vaguely staying outside his sphere of power, not invasive but vivid enough that he could easily recall them as if they were his own. The vague memory of his new identity rapidly became clearer as he focused; these new memories, in particular, were of him as a muscular, cocky police officer named Officer James, a man who loved to play the hero, abuse his power to uphold traditionalist conservative values, and had an insatiable libido for women, especially those who were sluts for the badge, and who fit his idea of a proper wife.
He should, and would, have been disgusted by his new memories and thought, if his body didnât react to it favorably, the magnum sized cock in his pants thickening visibly. His magic managed to protect his mind, but everything that was physical about him had been reforged to fit Maxford to a tee. He could feel that his new personality was completely different in comparison to his true self, a cocky smirk forming as he inspected his handsome reflection in the rear-view mirror and felt the heat of his bulging muscles under his uniform.
Despite the urge to admire his new muscles and stay here, Jameson changed gears to reverse and sped back through the city limits. The weird feelings intensified, as if the town was trying to keep him there, and a small voice in his head said it didnât matter that heâd miss the stupid convention, and that if he left heâd be unable to get a woman on his rod. Jameson ignored it, and in an instant his own power expanded back into its rightful vessel with a reviving flow; everything had reverted to normal again.
For a minute, Jameson pondered his choices. He could drive the two hours back to the main highway, get back into the traffic, which he knew would still be awful and still miss the cosplay competition anyways, which was his main reason for going to the convention anyways. Or⌠he could do something else for the day. There it was, right in front of him, a magical city rumored online that turned people into hot straight people, and Jameson grimaced at the idea of just turning his back on it. He had always loved hearing about other transformations, and had longed to investigate one up close. Plus, his power was able to protect his true self. Making his decision, Jameson steered himself back towards the town, and drove right back into the city limits.
The sensation of having sculpted muscles, overbearing testosterone, and a cocky, douchebag personality felt fucking amazing! It took him all his newfound disciplined self to not cover his dashboard with his virile seed while driving with one hand and instead wait a few minutes for him to drive into town. Fucking hell, he had stumbled into the magical goddamned town rumored online on his vacation. One that managed to, at least to some degree, turn him into a manly, muscular, straight cop, and a horny one at that. The gay Jameson had never even thought about women except in certain circumstances, but Officer James could tell his now much larger and definitely straight cock needed some fucking pussy.
Officer James tapped his phone to open the maps app again, surprised but not unexpected to see his own smug mug flexing on the lock screen. The password remained the same, but to his disappointment, there was no internet reception. His scowl was deep enough for irritation to stack with his incessant need fuck. Something attractive caught his eye, his drive coming to a crawl as he noticed a blonde woman in a tight pink crop top, a short skirt, heels, and thick makeup.
Jamesâ eyes raked over the woman's body, his eyes landing on her massive tits. Fuck, being a straight meathead was so weird, but⌠good. It felt ridiculously good to be so cocky and full of unrestrained lust. His imagination ran wild as scenes of that stupid slut moaning like a bitch in heat while bent over the hood of the cruiser with him pounding her pussy. He tried to pull his mind out of the gutter, even though it was very hard, and reminded himself he didnât actually want to stop. But he did anyway.
The blonde didnât seem to notice him as he stopped his cruiser beside her and rolled down his windows, not until a wolf whistle escaped his lips before he realised what he had just done, coming out like an ingrained habit. Clearing his throat, Jameson asked a question to try and undo the awkwardness. âHey there miss. Do you know where I can get a map of this town?â
The way the bib tittied blonde bit her lip told him very little about where to find a map, and a lot about what the woman really wanted. âYes, Officer, I have a map you can explore~â she said with the sultriness of a succubus, her hands roaming across her body and down to her waistline as Officer James felt his eye undressed her without meaning to. He should have diverted his eyes, tried to steel the conversation back to getting a map, yet he licked his lips as his earlier lust came roaring back, filling him with the need for a good fuck.
âIs that a pistol in your pants or are you just happy to see me, Officer?â she says, leaning into the cruiserâs window with her tits now eye level with him. He knows he shouldnât indulge, that heâd never do this to a woman. He had to find a way to stop this before he did something stupid. His hands roamed to his cuffs. Yes, heâd arrest her, put her in the back of the cruiser, and state her rights to remain silent. That made sense, right?
It was a haze of heated action that spurred him on. She was in the back seat, he was on top of her, unbuckling his belt. âI might have contrabands in my pants, Officer... You need to check me outâŚâ She said with a slutty giggle that made the muscular cop almost growl with lust.
Officer James was already pulling her pants down, acting entirely on instinct that felt natural for this body, for this reality. His mind knows the truth, but his body says otherwise. The cruiser jumped and rocked, as the grunts of a dominant man and the moans of a satisfied woman echoed out from the cruiser.
He could always get back to investigating later. Maybe heâd even take the second day of the convention off so he could keep looking into things. But as for now, heâd give himself a moment toâŚindulge. ---
You might have noticed that this story is a little different from my usual stuff. The story I'm reporting on here was actually sent to me by James himself. He's a friend of mine in the TF Reporting community, and a really good guy. He told me he was planning on continuing his investigation into Maxford, and that he would be posting any updates he has on his own blog at @ghostwritesmuscles
I'm proud of my friend for being so adventurous, but I'm a little worried. Places like Maxford can be really dangerous, especially once you spend more time there...
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OOC writer here! And with that, Maxford has officially spun off! Well we'll still have stories about Maxford and see more of Wally/Wallace and the other people in town, I am no long going to be the only person writing about Maxford. My friend, @ghostwritesmuscles , will be having his own character running around Maxford, and will be posting about it from time to time! I hope you guys enjoy his stuff as much as I do, especially since he helped me write this story. Ghost, this was so much fun, thank you so much! Everyone else, stay tuned for more!
