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ONIX has kindly given me permission to repost sections of his hot hypno-musclegrowth story, When I Fight Authority, Authority always wins to accompany the pics of my favorite TF sequence from there.

This is from Part 4, so I do suggest reading the story first, but if you just wanna dive in, go ahead.

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The minute I saw Mark at the door I knew that trouble was on the way so I slinked into my nice unnoticeable spot and began to weave an incantation. My hands were lacing in foreign patterns behind my back the whole time. "Are you quite finished?" I thundered at Mark.

The little weasel fell backwards onto the floorboards, "Holy Shit!" he whispered in start raving fear.

"Oh no quite unholy." I was on autopilot my fury boiled so deep that I could feel the cold rage take over, my head was crouched between my shoulders like a stalking animal as I advanced on the idiot on the floor.

"I warned you."

"What's going on...What are you doing..."

I slid past Red in my advance and ran my fingertips across the tantalizing broad expanse of his muscular back in a deceptively playful way, "The funny thing about magic Marky boy is that the more you use the better you get. It gets to the point where you can pretty much do anything on your own."

Mark's Eyes were wild "What...What..are you going to do." I realized in a detached way that the tips of my shoes were scraping across the floor, I was floating toward Mark. I had kicked up the juice full force. I could really feel it.

" Do you know what you almost did?" My voice didn't sound like mine, it was deeper darker, a lot more threatening. "These guys weren't my toys you ass, They were actually happy. Eric with his ruthless ambition would never have found a relationship as happy as the one he has with his boyfriend hank. Brian with a little discipline and some well earned humiliation is well on his way to becoming a person...and Gino," I looked at the conflicted face of my beautiful Italian friend thoughtfully, " Gino's not the thug bully he was he's sensitive and sweet and smart and he..." I broke myself off, "The point is Mark What I did was more help then hurt."

"Alright, whatever you say man," The jerk was actually trying to placate me so as to aid in his escape. He was skidding across the floor backward on his hands and knees to avoid me. "I'm just going to get out of here then..."

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"Think again." With one swing of my left fist invisible hands grabbed mark and dragged him into the air.

I had never personally witnessed my handiwork. I always cast it and waited. This was the first time I had taken things into my own hands. It was terribly scary and the most powerful drug I'd ever had, "Damien please I'm sorry, Please..." Mark whined as tears of panic slid down his pale face.

"Dammit Mark Stop being a little bitch, If you had a fucking inch of courage in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess." I snapped, "You could have handled these guys on your own and I would be back in my nice happy isolated apartment. You need to grow a damn back bone you wuss." When the words were out of my mouth I felt a rush and a plan formed very quickly.

"It's not my fault..I..I" my friend and betrayer stammered uncontrollably while he hung in front of me motionless.

"You're right Mark, It was your deep sense of righteousness, and of coarse the over dramatic," My feet landed on firm terra firma with a thud. I paced around Mark's suspended form in cat like consideration, "And you shouldn't be punished for that, you should be rewarded."

"Don't do it Damien, please...please..." And he was still crying. I was very irritated.

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"I'm going to give you the perfect outlet for your need to protect and serve others, and then I'm going to personally grow you that back bone, Sound fair..."

"Damien I," He sniveled louder,

"You talk to much Mark." His mouth kept working but no sound came out. "Now no offense Mark buddy but I'm going to have build you from the ground up. Let's see what kind of clay I've got to work with here." My hands spread wide and Mark's Dockers and polo shirt disappeared simultaneously. He now hung pale and shaky I his boxer briefs. He wasn't an unattractive guy, just non-descript. He had an average body, no muscle, but no fat and at 5'7 he had a bookish charm with his shaggy hair and glasses. But that just wouldn't do for what I had planned.

"You always told me you wanted to be taller right?" his eyes grew wide with terror, "Well consider it done. To tell you what happened next wasn't surreal would be a lie a big fucking lie. Mark's scrawny body seemed to stretch and warp, with the naturalness of someone really growing taller like he hit a growth spurt but it took him 6 inches in 5 seconds instead of two over years. Mark now stood before me a towering 6'4 instead of his diminutive 5'6. The added height made him dreadfully lanky like Ichabod crane.

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"There you go, but I can't leave you like that can I? All skin and bones..." Another hand sweep across my line of vision and Mark began to change in a most interesting way. His skinny frame began to expand with muscle and tendon.

My dick began to expand too. This was hot as all hell.

"I've always loved a man with soccer leg's don't you mark?" His calves flexed to well formed perfection and slid into well-trimmed thighs that were poetry in their impeccable thick and lithe shape. The muscle tightened around his abdomen and groin until it was the beautiful cut grace of stone-etched curves.

"And an ass, Mark, you need an ass you could eat breakfast off of." The fabric of his Underwear stretched under the formation of his glutes as they shaped themselves into the most impressive ass I had ever laid eyes on. Masculine prowess and perfection. Tight and round and so high and proud it almost had an arrogant pride. This was the ass that young gay men salivated over in their wet dreams.

"Now Marky boy, we don't want you too bulky, You're going to need to be quick and athletic in your new line of work." I told him as I cupped my well-formed handiwork. God the feel of that magnificent ass almost made me cum in my jeans. "So How bout big broad shoulders and tight pecs. Big and square and flat. And we'll keep that little waist of yours okay?

There was another shift and Mark's upper body contorted until it was a very defined V. The shape of his torso was so exquisite it seemed impossible. His slim waist expanded into the broad expanse of a tight chest and wide shoulders.

"One more thing, you need strong arms. Nice carved biceps." And of course there they were after I had said it. His Arms hung heavy against the air. His shoulders jutted out at such a strong angle against his slim form that this muscular round biceps dangled against the air instead of brushing against his side.

"Beat that Bailey's."

I inspected Mark's ultimate body. A body that could have only been achieved with optimum Genes and rigorous workouts. This body was so fine it made your eyes ache just to look at it. Mark whose face seemed to contort with stress look at himself in awe. "Cat got your tongue?" I asked releasing his invisible gag.

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"Oh my god look at me." He squealed as I set him on the floor. He stared at his reflection with the same posture he always had. Unconfident and shy Mark slouched in the body of the Grecian God I had gave him. Still looking to the entire world like the weak loser he was under all that muscle and beauty.

"Well that's going to ruin the whole affect." I noted. "You're not going to be able to intimidate civilians with that whiny little voice."

"What are you talking about you..." he trailed off in a fit.

"You wanted to play the hero. That's' fine by me. You can protect and serve like everybody else. Behind a Uniform and a badge." I considered. "But that voice and that baby face...isn't going to get you a lot of respect." The sweet round face of unassuming Mark blurred a little becoming more angular, craggy. Weatherworn not from age but from life. A very handsome harsh masculine face appeared from behind the wire rim glasses. AS an after thought the glasses changed from transparent prescription lenses to reflective mirror sunglasses.

"This is fucking insane you's got to stop this..." His high pitched wine deepened as he ranted into a deep resonate commanding tone. A rich sound that rumbled out of his chest with force. It sounded like a voice not accustomed to be questioned. Mark's harder face twisted in confusion at the new sound erupting from his mouth.

"Hey buddy how bout just for kicks I make ya southern?" I asked.

"Ya'll can't do tha." He drawled in a thick Tennessee bass, "I reckon, Tha's nah e'ven possible." His eyes went wild at the sound of his country western twang.

"You'd be surprised at what's possible and what's not."

"See here now boy, Ya got's ta ch-ah-aynge mah back." He pleaded.

"Nope." I finished my masterpiece with a few minor details. Giving him a tight trimmed Goatee' and a military haircut you could set your watch by. Altogether he looked, and sounded like the butch cop from every gay man's fantasy. Now to make sure he acted the part.

I ran my inspecting hands over the long stretch of Mark's tight legs from behind him, "Tell me Mark what's your Ideal man."

There's was a far too boyish wistful Grin on the hard face "Ah want ah man who'll bring me roses and who'll always be there ta support me..."

You've got to be kidding me. I was doing Mark a big favor. "No you don't You want a hard as nail's aggressive bear of man just like you."

He looked at me, "like me?"

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"Yes. Now you see here Mark. You are now officially Officer Mark Smith. You don't take shit from anyone. You are one hard ass cop. You like to fight in Bars, you love a good brawl and you're just about three evolutionary steps away from a Gorilla. You have the mentality of the terminator. You in short have the brass balls and backbone you never had before." You could see the changes on Mark's face as his soft expression shifted to that of one of suspicious consideration and a cocky confidence that wasn't there before. "And you know Mark I think the reason you were so unhappy before was all the over thinking you did. You over thought every second of your life. I think you need something better to worry about. Let something else do the thinking for you." Mark with his almost sneer look at me confused and then suddenly put one vein dissected hand down onto the bulge in his shorts which was once a modest 6 inches and now began to snake into a rigid 9 and half, With the heavy brass balls I mentioned to match. His Briefs were now packed tight enough to cut off circulation as he ran his hand up and down the length of his cock. Officer Smith would be to worried about keeping his monster cock happy to worry about much other then it. Officer Smith would now understand the simple pleasures of servicing the needs of his sexual urges instead of his neurotic hang-ups.

His Brains were in his dick now.

"So you see Officer Smith, you're going to be able to protect and serve every man woman and child in the state." Mark now wore the tan and black uniform of a state bike cop. It was so fitted to his supple body that every cut of muscle could be made out in the folds of the fabric. The shirt was stretch so taut against his skin the nipples were as apparent as the buttons. The tight Black pants seemed design just to accentuate the massive bulge between the runner's legs. "And when I said Serve I meant it." I gave into my own lust while looking at my own private Adam; "You're going to be the most popular patrol men on the force. Whenever you pull a guy over and he seems pliable, you're going to get onto those boot-covered knees and blow him like there's no tomorrow. And use that Porn Star cock whenever you can. Got it?"

"Yah Ah Gahtcha," he drawled as he lick the rim of his goatee' with his tongue and rubbed a gloved hand across his crouch. Where weak, neurotic, miserable, punching bag Mark Smith had been there was now a hunk Motorcycle Cop Named Officer Smith too concerned about keeping the peace and getting a piece to worry about shit.

"Now in review," I said, "Who are you?

" Offi'cah M-ah-rk Smi-ya-th. State Bike Cop." He smirked as he thumbed at the cleft between his thigh and the straining fabric of his crouch.

"I thought you were Mark smith, college student and computer programmer."

He titled his sunglasses down to look at me with intense and rude eyes, "fuh-ck Nah, Tha sounds like some pussy, with ah pussy ass job."

"And where you born in Dayton Ohio?" Which was Mark's dull little hometown.

"Nah ah grew up in Kentucky. Where a man learns how ta be ah man."

"And officer Smith is your favorite thing to do, sit at home and watch Dawson's Creek?" I said mocking poor Marks pervious life.

Officer smith crossed his cut arms in front of himself and gave me a savage angry glare "Are you tryin' tah make an ass of me man?" He stood with a cocky slouch that illustrated his insolent behavior.

"No," I snapped quickly.

"Good cause ah'll tell yah what mah favorite thang to do is. Ah like to get out on an empty stretch of highway," He moved like a stalking animal toward me strutting boldly. "And pull ovah a good lookin man in a minivan and then show him jus' how straight he ain't by suckin him dry and then bendin him ovah my bike and fuckin his Brain's out." He was right against me his tan uniform moving like liquid over his buff body.

"Wow." I exhaled with very real excitement. I hadn't been this hard and this intimidated in... a long time. "That was vivid."

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