The Alpha Interrogation (Patreon)

This story is based off a really sexy roleplay I've been having with a lovely long-term commissioner, and will end up being at least 2 chapters, possibly more! Samuel is a 6'8 alpha-male college student who's arrested after getting too rowdy at a frat party. Much to his delight, one of the cops who interrogates him is female...and quite the luscious-looking female too. But when she offers him a glass of water, Samuel doesn't realize that he's in for an interrogation like no other.

Tags include: fast shrink, fast growth, femdom, size/height comparison, body worship, size theft, and breast/ass expansion

Chapter 1It sure had been a trying few hours for Samuel, ever since he had been arrested at that frat party for being too loud and disruptive. Of course, at such a raucous event, “loud and disruptive” was subjective, but Samuel, as an especially large and confident (many would say arrogant) man, could be in a league of his own when he got some alcohol in him. Partygoers already had been nervously glancing in his direction for half an hour, ever since the 6’8 behemoth had started talking loudly about how tough he was, and how unwise it would be for anyone in the frat to mess with him. The last straw had been when Samuel, apparently prompted by being confronted by the fraternity president, had stood up on the beer pong table and started kicking solo cups of beer off into people’s faces.When the cops had finally shown up, it had taken four officers to handcuff him, since Samuel didn’t at all appear to be in the mood to get arrested, and only the threat of a taser from the head officer managed to subdue his loud protests. Now, a few hours later, Samuel was sitting in an interrogation room at the police station, his hands, still cuffed, folded together in between his legs, as he stared down at his feet. The alcohol had already mostly worn off, but his defiant attitude hadn’t. One of the officers had been trying for over an hour to get him to explain his side of the story, but Samuel had not been in a helpful mood, and had instead used the time to cockily respond to every question, and to let the cop know, in no uncertain terms, that he “wasn’t the boss” in this situation.Finally, that cop had left in a huff, giving them both a little time to cool off. Samuel tapped his hands together, staring down at his feet. This was all so ridiculous…so absurd. They were acting like he was the bad guy here. It was so obvious that all of this was that little frat president’s fault…that little pipsqueak. What was he – 5’6!? And getting in his face like that, like he could be intimidated by someone that small!? Samuel had to chuckle to himself, shaking his head. These cops could try. They could try to catch him in some kind of self-incriminating story. But he wasn’t gonna let them do it…no way.The sound of the door unlatching shook him from his contumacious thoughts, and Samuel looked up, expecting to confront that same punk cop who had been grilling him for the last hour. Instead, though, he saw someone quite different – a police officer, yes…but a woman…a HOT woman…with large, thick thighs, a big ass, and voluminous breasts that stretched the confines of her navy blue cop uniform. She wasn’t exactly tall – certainly not by Samuel’s standards – but she was a respectable 5’8. Her high cheekbones and luscious red hair made for a pleasing, almost ethereal combination, but, as she stepped forward and leaned towards Samuel with her hands on the table, he saw the most striking aspect of her face: her eyes. They were a deep, emerald green…the most striking eyes he had ever seen. If Samuel had not been 6’8, and if he had not been as cocky and overconfident as he already was, he might have swallowed nervously. Instead, he felt himself relaxing.‘Oh, a woman…’ he thought to himself, leaning back in his chair and putting his handcuffed hands behind his head, “This is gonna be too easy.’“You look thirsty, Samuel,” said the woman, her voice a bit deeper than he expected.“Uh, yeah…a little bit….thirsty,” he replied, unapologetically looking her tasty-looking body up and down, “I’ve been here for an hour and your asshole partner hasn’t even offered me a drink.”“Mmm well now, we can’t have that!” the female officer exclaimed, her full lips blossoming into a kind smile, as her emerald eyes sparkled, “Let me pop out and get you a niiiice cold glass of water. I’ll just be a minute, mmkay? You sit tight now!”“I can’t wait,” Samuel grinned, leaning back even more as he basked in his triumph. ‘God, that was even easier than I expected!’ he thought to himself, ‘A female interrogator! Ha, what a concept! Before long I’ll have her on all fours, begging me to have my way with her. She can’t resist my body…my charms…I could see it in her eyes. I already have her – hook, line, and sinker!”He sat up a little straighter in his chair, using the mirror to fix his ruffled hair, and to try and tug on his shirt a little to make it accentuate his large, beefy arms.‘I’ll have her purring in no time,’ he thought smugly, nodding and smirking at his own reflection.About a minute later, the female officer came back in with the glass of water.“Here ya go, Samuel,” she said pleasantly, handing it to him.“Thanks – and you got my name,” he replied, taking the glass and staring at the clear water, before looking back up at her with a confident twinkle in his eye, “But I never got yours?”“Anastasia,” she said warmly, forgoing any official titles.“Anastasia!” he exclaimed, his eyebrows going up, “What a…a…pretty name…uhh…”Samuel’s voice had trailed off, because his eyes had wandered back to the glass of water he was now holding, and something about the water made him momentarily unable to look away. It was the clearest, cleanest, most sparkling-looking water he had ever seen. It sounded so weird to think about, but the water glass looked like it had come straight out of a fairy tale, where it had, moments before, been sitting on the table in a cottage in the middle of an enchanted forest. Samuel shut his eyes and shook his head a little, trying to get ahold of himself.“Well?” Anastasia teased, lounging her curvy body down in the seat opposite him, “I thought you were thirsty! Go ahead, what are you waiting for? Have a drink!”Quickly realizing that he needed to quit pussyfooting around, Samuel tipped the glass up to his lips, raising his eyebrows nonchalantly as he looked at Anastasia smugly.“Cheers,” he said casually, taking a long sip from the glass. He immediately realized that there wasn’t just something “off” about the way this water looked…there was something not quite right about how it tasted as well. What was it? Kind of…sweet!? It was so strange. Probably something in the water at the police station…no biggie. Samuel took another long sip for good measure and then put the half-full glass back down on the table. Its surface barely even seemed to ripple, even though he had just put it down. As he stared at it, Samuel could feel a strange prick of anxiety inside his brain, something he was not at all used to. Was he playing this right? Was drinking half of the water the “alpha” thing to do here? He didn’t usually second-guess himself, but he was now. But he took a deep breath in through his nose, steadying himself.‘If I drink MORE of the water,’ he thought, ‘Then she’ll think I’m nervous…that I’M not the one in charge of this conversation. No, no…I’m good. I’m totally good. I’m in control.”“Anything the matter, sweetie?” Anastasia asked innocently, eying the half-full glass of water, “I mean…we're gonna be here a long time, I think, and I'd really hate for you to go thirsty, just to try and impress me...."“Nope, nothing’s the matter, sweet cheeks,” Samuel chuckled confidently, leaning back in his chair again as he put his handcuffed hands behind his head in that same smug pose, “But, I will say – that water…it kinda tastes a little…different. Did you put something in it? Lemon? Lime? A little extra flavor, just for me? Heh, you must really like me, huh?”“Oooooo “sweet cheeks!” What a STUD you aarrre!” Anastasia giggled, reaching out for the glass, “And you think the water tastes weird? Let’s see.”She swiftly drank down the rest of the contents, before sitting there, staring at Samuel as she licked her lips, evidently making a show of “assessing” the taste.“Huh…tastes totally normal to me,” she said, shrugging, before leaning towards him, pressing her big tits against the table so that they squished outwards, making them look even bigger. Samuel’s eyes flickered down to her ass, which looked quite large, filling the entire seat, even though she was a full foot shorter than him.“So…Samuel…” she continued slyly, “Why don’t you tell me how you got into this mess tonight, huh?”“Well me and the boys decided to crash a frat party,” he replied, making an extra effort to sound bored and unconcerned, “But some party-pooper, high-and-mighty, killjoy, power-hungry little punk decided that I was making too much noise or something, I don’t know…psssh, without us, without ME, really, it would’ve been a lame-ass party. We threw a REAL party last week, the boys and I…ya know…invited all the hottest people on campus. That was an ACTUAL party…although, heh…I guess your invitation seemed to get lost in the mail. If I’d known, I’d have totally invited you.”Samuel could feel his confidence returning from the strange hiccup surrounding the glass of water, and, with his hands positioned behind his head, he flexed his impressive biceps. As he did so, he kept his unwavering gaze on Anastasia’s body, blatantly staring at her chest.“Mhmmm, ohhh yeah – you are quite the…uh…quite the…police officer…”These last words trailed off a little, though, because Samuel had suddenly felt something unfamiliar in his loins. It wasn’t quite arousal, per se, but it certainly wasn’t uncomfortable, either...a strange, warm tingly feeling. In fact, he was quickly realizing that the sensation was creeping across his whole body, up to the top of his head, out to his fingertips, and all the way down to his toes. His stomach was feeling like it was gently churning a searing heat…a fire…but still, it didn’t exactly hurt. He glanced up at Anastasia’s face. She was watching him steadily, carefully…with the barest hint of a smile on her face. This wasn’t nerves he was experiencing. It was something else. Something totally unfamiliar…something even…supernatural!?Samuel quickly shooed these strange thoughts away. He was going to woo this babe and get out of here. He was still in control.“Aww, it really is too bad that my invitation got lost,” Anastasia spoke up, cooing the words mockingly as she spider-crawled her hand across the table and brushed it against his arm. “You know, even off-duty, I can be pretty fun....but when I'm ON-DUTY....mmmm, I'm on a whole different level.”She could see that Samuel was starting to realize that something was happening, and she gyrated her ass a little in her seat, so that one of her heavy ass cheeks actually jutted out over the side of the chair. She saw his eyes go down to the quivering ass flesh, which was stretching her navy blue cop pants out…and it seemed to Samuel that her pants had gotten a shade or two lighter. Hadn’t they been a darker blue before!?He shook his head, trying to clear it, but when he opened his eyes, Anastasia was even closer to him, leaning over the table, with her big tits now squished even more lewdly into the side of the table. Her manicured hand was gently petting his bare arm, drawing little circles on it with her fingernails. She could feel the hairs rise up on his arm, as his skin erupted in goosebumps.“You look so nerrrrvous, Samuel,” she purred at him, staring deep into his eyes, “It’s just a noise complaint, you know....nothing.....serrrriousssss.....”“Y-yeah…it’s just a…just a noise complaint,” Samuel heard himself say. What was this!? A stutter?? What on earth was going on!? He took another deep breath, trying once more to steady himself as his heart started beating quicker. He had her just where he wanted her! She was eating out of his hand, literally petting his arm like he was…an emperor, or something. He could see the hunger in her eyes.‘Oh yeah…’ he thought, trying to reassure himself, ‘She totally wants me. Her shirt is tight. REAL tight. And damn, look at that ass...’And then, Samuel’s instincts took over. With a smirk, he reached down and tried to give her ass a squeeze. But just as he was about to grip her ass, Anastasia simply reached her hand out and gripped his big bicep, squeezing it with easy, steady pressure as she looked at him square in the eye. And somehow, his arm suddenly couldn’t reach anymore. He didn’t know how – her ass was right there. His heart now hammering away, he looked Anastasia in the eye, and there was a knowing fire behind them, smoldering behind that impish little smirk she still wore. And…and her shirt…had it really been THAT right before!? Her buttons around her cleavage almost looked like they were about to pop off! Samuel felt himself becoming a little frantic as he looked back down at his arm, since it had felt smaller and smaller in Anastasia’s grip. He was still big, but…not nearly as big as he had been before! Had he…had he really lost all those gains!? He could feel beads of sweat starting to dot his forehead, as his breath started coming in ragged gasps. What on earth was happening to him??“N-Noise complaint…” he squeaked out, “Nothing…nothing s-serious…”Samuel had never heard himself sound like this before. His voice was so small, so timid, so…submissive…and as he spoke, Anastasia’s full lips blossomed out into a full, wide grin. And, just like that, he realized that he was fully erect.Her grin widened even more as she watched him begin to sweat and swallow nervously as he tugged on the neck of his shirt to try and let some built-up heat escape. It was so easy for her to arrest the movement of his arm, and, as she slowly began to lower his arm back down to the table, he felt her grip tighten…and tighten…and TIGHTEN…just as he felt himself deflating all over, getting smaller and smaller in his clothes, even as…no….NO, it COULDN’T be – her chest was swelling before his eyes, the navy fabric stretching audibly out into the interrogation room, the buttons now trembling in place, threatening to fly off at any moment.“Huh, that’s strange,” Anastasia said casually, furrowing her brow as she lightened her grip and felt up his arm, pretending to “test” it for size, “Samuel…I could’ve sworn your arm felt a lot BIGGER a minute ago…” – and here her eyes slowly went over the rest of his body – “That your whole BODY was a lot bigger…Am I…am I just crazy or something?”She forced out a chuckle, shaking her head as she looked Samuel up and down. And then, suddenly, her eyes flashed, and she tightened her grip around his arm again, her police top straining out again as her body burgeoned beneath it. There was no doubt about it now – her whole body was growing, and he was shrinking, and her TITS were growing at an especially rapid pace. One of her buttons…the top one…was so tight now that it was only seconds away from shooting off…she could FEEL it…her ass was beginning to get bigger as it swelled and swelled in her seat, overflowing both sides at once.“No,” Anastasia said, her voice stark and dead-pan, looking Samuel’s captive body up and down as she tilted her head to the side to check how small his ass was getting in the seat, “No, Samuel…it…it can’t be…Tell me I’m imagining it. Are you…are you getting…smaller!?”She tightened her hand even more around his upper bicep, except this time, her hand went ALL the way around it, so that her fingers touched. She did the same thing to his other bicep, so that she had him in a double-grip lock, trapped helplessly in his chair as she bore down on him. She squeezed both arms, and then –PIiiiiinnnnnnngPingPingPingPingPing!The top button of her uniform shot off and smacked Samuel square in the forehead, then plopped down on the table, where it rattled around in a teasing circle until it was finally still.“Samuel…” Anastasia ventured, her eyes going wide with mock concern as she stared down at him, “Are you…you…you ARE! You’re getting SMALLER!”Samuel gaped up at her, and saw her “concerned” expression abruptly, terrifyingly morph into a grin from ear to ear. Beginning to panic, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. There was no doubt about it – he looked…lighter…and his shirt was certainly a lot looser. His pants were definitely looser too, though they were held up by the tent of his hard cock. Why on earth was he HARD right now!?He stood up abruptly, the handcuffs rattling around on his wrists. They had been so tight before! Anastasia didn’t react at all to his abrupt movement, and simply stood there, leaning against the table, that same smarmy smile on her face. Samuel blinked at the table…Did…did it seem higher!? Desperately, he stared at Anastasia, now completely unable to hide his impending sense of panic.“Wh-what’s going on!?” he demanded, his voice higher-pitched and shaking as he started to stumble his way toward the door, to escape, “What’ve you done to me??”“Uh-uhhh, Samuel!” Anastasia tutted, shaking a long finger at him, and pointing to the chair he had been sitting in before, “You sit right back down. Besides, it’s not as if you could stop what’s happening by running away. The damage has been done.”Samuel felt himself deflating, and, seemingly through a will outside of his own, he felt himself sitting back down in the chair, doing Anastasia’s bidding like an obedient animal. He stared up at her, breathing heavily, noticing that she looked unquestionably taller and curvier than before. Or…or was it all in his imagination!? Was it all some crazy, messed-up trick she was playing on him? What had she drugged that water with!?Now that Samuel had sat back down, without taking her eyes off him, Anastasia walked slowly over to the corner of the interrogation room, where the camera was, and, with a deft flip of her finger, she shut the camera off.“Can't have all the authorities watching us while we get up to our fun, now, CAN we?” she teased him, before sauntering back over, standing over him with her hands on her hips. For several long seconds, Anastasia did nothing but smirk, allowing Samuel all the time he needed to gape and drink in the sight of her luscious, curvy body. She had already grown 6 inches, and gained 40 pounds of sheer curvy muscle, and they were only just beginning.“What do you THINK is going on, Mr. BigShot?" she laughed, shimmying her thick hips as she bent down to stare straight into his face, “That water we both drank – we're now LINKED, little Sammy…and there's NOTHING you can do about it. The more aroused you get, the smaller you become, and the more of that size I absorb into...MYSELF.”Samuel suddenly bolted, making a run for it, but it was no good – his attempts were in vain. Anastasia had locked the door, and there was no way he could get out. She slowly walked up to him, trapping him in the corner, and it was then that Samuel realized, for the first time, that they were now the same exact height…except Anastasia outweighed him, quite clearly, by at least 20 pounds. He could feel the added presence of her superior size as she put her hands on the wall on either side of him, trapping him further, her eyes glancing down in amusement at his obvious erection.“Awww, poor little Sammy,” she cooed at him, “Look how small you've made yourself already!” She shook her head in faux-sadness. “All you have to do is stop being so aroused around me, and the shrinking will stop!”Her police uniform buttons were now starting to pop off every few seconds, smacking Samuel in the lower stomach, chest, and face as he continued to shrink, while Anastaia kept growing and growing. Her eyes widened in dominant triumph as she watched his helpless little face sink below her eyeline, going down, down, downnnnnnnn…“Oh.....oh no.....Samuel! Little Sammy! Stop shrinking!” she laughed, knowing full well that he was now hopelessly aroused as he watched her siphon off his size, growing huger and thicker and curvier before him. “Literally ALL you have to do is get a HANDLE on those horny thoughts! Come on, Sammy! You can do it, I know you can!”Without warning, she reached her hands up to his shoulders, and, as he shut his eyes and tried to concentrate, Samiel felt her literally PUSH down on his shoulders, forcing him down. In desperation, he opened his eyes again, and saw that they were right smack in the middle of her huge, plush breasts, which had practically exploded out of her top, which was barely hanging onto her torso now.“Oh noooooo......he’s getting even smaaaaallleerrrrrrr!” Anastasia laughed, pushing him downnnnnnn even MORE, so that his eye-line was level with the middle of her fleshy stomach, which was exposed, now that her police top was essentially a button-less crop top.“Let’s drop the act, little sub-boy,” she said dominantly, her voice suddenly taking on a whole new authority, positively dripping with dominant energy. “We both know you can’t handle me. We both know that you’re PUTTY in my hands. We both know that all you want to do is SUBMIT to me and WORSHIP ME.”“Look at this,” she chuckled, pointing down at her stomach, “I’ve already grown so huge now that my cop uniform top is basically just a souped-up crop top. Look at those – mmmmm, look at my big, fleshy abs!”She traced them with a long finger, right at his eye-level.“Ohhhh yes,” she purred, “I think it’s high time my little guy lived up to his life’s calling as a Goddess Ab-Licker!”She reached down, palming the back of Samuel’s little head with her huge hand, and she SHOVE his face straight into her abs, forcing him to lick them, as the growing weight of her huge breasts weighed down on top of his head, pushing him down and making him shrink even more.“DO it, little subby,” she commanded, “DO it...before it’s too late! Before you’re too small to reach them!”Samuel hardly even knew what he was doing anymore. He was licking, frantically, at the smooth, fleshy abs, like a dog drinking from a bowl. Her sweat…it was so tasty…and her belly button…oh god…it was so delicious…! But it was slowly rising up, up, up…away from his mouth…! It was at his forehead now…he couldn’t reach it anymore…not even on his tiptoes!”“Uh-ohhhh!” Anastasia’s teasing voice echoed high above him.Her belly button was at his hairline now…!“What’s haaaaapening, little Sammy!?” she laughed.Now her belly button was ABOVE the top of his head. And, just like that, something clattered down into the floor. It was the handcuffs. Samuel had gotten so tiny that they no longer even fit on his little wrists. But the irony was rich. He was now “free,” but, of course, the exact opposite was true. In helpless desperation, Samuel looked up at his dominator, his captor, for any sign of mercy, but all he saw was the majestic underside of her mammoth breasts. There was no face in sight. Her thighs were at his chest level, her hips right at his shoulders. He gripped her thick hips hard, licking more and more, harder and faster. He licked her shorts – they were sooo tight on her giant, pillar-like thighs, so that there was basically no layer between him and her flesh.“I’M A LITTLE SUB BOY!” he involuntarily burbled out into her thigh, in a high-pitched little voice.Anastasia reached down and fastened her big hand around Samuel’s neck, lifting him high up in the air, over her head, before staring up at him, domination etched into her smoldering face. She growled, turning around, holding Samuel’s body to the huge twin jiggling megaliths of her ass cheeks, and SLAMMED him into the wall, so that his feet were dangling in midair. His entire torso and upper legs were helplessly pinned to the wall with only her gargantuan ASS holding him up.“You’re the subbiest little boy I’ve ever seen in here,” she growled at him sexily, turning around to cast her searing, lascivious eyes at him, “The subbiest, most submissive little cum bug I’ve ever seen, in aaaaall my years on the force. You already weigh less than ONE of my thighs, and it’s been less than half an hour. Imagine what it’ll be like after TWO hours. Or THREE. Or FOUR..!?”He shuddered, not even able to think straight as he struggled between the hot, fleshy weight of her jiggling ass cheeks, which hugged his body tightly, each cheek many times more powerful than his entire body.“Mmmm, and I’ve got all night,” she cooed at him, beginning to bounce and jiggle her cheeks back and forth, causing his little body to jerk and shake, “Aaaaaall night…to play with you, little Sammy boyyyyy.”