Chapter 2: Welcoming The Cadets

(Comandant Jeffrey Sullivan, Sergeant Reginald "Rip" Stone, Corporal James "Stubb's" Stubing, Officer LaWanda Jackson, Officer Dick Spitz, Cadet Victoria "Boobs/Barbie" Black, Cadet Kim Cantrell, Cadet Lisa Stepanak)

Standing outside the gym, the Commandant followed by Sergeant Stone, Corporal Stubing, and officer Jackson were waiting patiently for Officer Spitz.

Looking down at his watch Commandant Sullivan let loose a soft whistle. "I'm tired of waiting. Let's go."

Winding up in order by rank, Sullivan pulls open the door and leads the march inside. Entering the gymnasium one at a time, with the commandant wearing his dress blue uniform covered in medals and brass insignia shining like a new penny, briefly glance at the smartly dressed recruits standing in three rows of ten. They are not the official uniforms of the LAPD Academy, but the black shorts and blue T-shirts of regulation athletic wear.

Just as a gym door is about to close, it flies back open as Officer Dick Spitz come stumbling in at the last possible second! Waving his hand awkwardly as the cadets giggle, a brief glance by Sullivan quiets them down as the final officer starts marching smartly. Walking across the gym and up the short steps to the platform where a bike turns sits in the center front, Commandant Sullivan steps up to it while the four training officers in a row behind him at parade rest. Gripping the lectern, Jeffrey Sullivan looks over the ragged lines of three, noting that yet again not a single cadet knows how to properly tuck in a shirt. Silently thankful that he has no direct contact with any of the motley crew, it dampens his annoyance at having to do this yet again.

"Cadets, I want to be the first to welcome you the world famous Los Angeles Police Department Academy. Over the next 6 months you will go from being a lowly civilian and be transformed into some of the finest police officers in the world. You can expect to be tested to limit you never thought you were capable of. Not only will you be trained in the pretenses of the law from some of our finance instructors, but also in weapons training, belligerent confrontations as well as hand-to-hand combat. At this Academy only the most endurant, the most intelligent, and the most capable will graduate! Welcome to the Academy." Finishing his speech, the Commandant knew but only a few of the thirty cadets were listening.

The rest were clearly distracted by a particular female standing in the front row. Blessed with ravishing red hair and they bountiful chest, the Chief's daughter stood out among the rest. Smack dab in the middle of the row along with the other female recruits, Victoria Black stood there at perfect attention.

Smacking his lips, trying to moisten them, commandant Jeffrey Sullivan spent the entire duration of his speech staring at the proudly thrust out globes of the stunningly curvaceous redhead. Turning around, he blushes slightly only to see that he is not the only one sporting a rather inappropriate erection. "Errrr... Sergeant, take over for me." He mutters under his breath then executes a perfect left face and marches off the stage.

Watching the commander of the Academy march away with his chin up and doing his best to maintain a military style composure, the cadets laugh and giggle.

"Heh... Look at that, even the big boss knows how to salute!"

"Better hurry up sir before your cannon goes off!"

"Teeheehee!"

Hearing the explosion of laughter and comments, Sergeant Stone steps up to the lectern and quickly brings things back under control! "CADETS, EYES TO THE FRONT!" Seeing the group instantly look forward, Sergeant Stone scans them all and then looks down, every pair of shorts it's positively bulging! Clearing his throat, the rough and tough sergeant addresses his recruits again. "Now listen up, you're all here to become cops! And as a member of lapd's finest, we expect all of you to maintain the highest standards of morals, ethics and..."

"Oh God..." Spitz groans as his posture buckles and he fills the front of his pants!

The crowd erupting in fits of giggles and hushed laughter again, Sergeant Stone turns around to see Dick clutching himself. "Damn it Spitz!"

This outburst only causes everyone to break out into an even louder chorus of laughter, filling the gymnasium, amplified by the echo off the walls! Unable to hold back any longer, even the instructors are joining in as dick stands there with tomato on his face!

"Awwww for fuck sakes. Forget the speech." Sergeant Stone bemoans as he tosses his big hands into the air. "My name is Sergeant Stone, but you can call me Rip. I'm in charge of training you bunch of lard asses. Assisting me and my number two is Corporal "Stubb's" Stubing, his job is to make sure you idiots know your shit. Officer Jackson is in charge of weapons training and will be overseeing the female cadets. She's a tough as nails bitch so you better not try to cross her!" Stone goes through the introductions, each officer raising their hand in acknowledgment. "And finally Officer Dick Spitz, he's the morale officer, whatever in the fuck that does..."

Raising his hand last, Dick blushes as the gymnasium full of cadets start openly laughing again at the site of his wet shorts!

"ATTENTION! BE READY FOR INSPECTION!" Sergeant Stone bellows, his deep voice cutting through the noise like a hot knife through butter!

The cadets still giggling as they stand at their idea of what attention means, Sergeant Stone leads his cadre of instructors down from the stage and across the gym. Composing himself like a dictator reviewing his troops, Sergeant Stone marches down the first line one by one, stopping to look each of them up and down.

"Jackass..."

"Ridiculous..."

"Worthless..."

"Moron..."

And after a few more explanatives under his breath, Sergeant Stone stops and turns to his second. "What the hell have I gotten myself into, Stubb's?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Stubing cannot help the crooked grin on his face as he looks at rip feeling exactly the same way.

Rolling his eyes, rip takes a step forward and stops. Looking the next cadet up and down, he is simply amazed at how this guy managed to get through the application process at all. "What's your name, cadet?"

Taking a deep breath and holding it, the cadet throws up a sloppy salute as his big gut launches forward. Wobbling and hanging out of the bottom half of his t-shirt, the man looks absolutely unfit for the physical aspects of being a cop. "Cadet Peter Collins, sir!!" The young man yells, spittle flying from his mouth!

Completely unimpressed, The ripped brick House of a sergeant crosses his oak-like arms over his barrel chest. "Ablee ablee ablee, that's all folks!" Rip shouts out causing a few of the cadets to snigger, along with his instructors.

"Wha... Wha what, sir?" Peters stutters, his face turning red as he starts shaking, his excessive body fat jiggling.

"Is dumb as you are fat! Ever heard of Porky Pig, cadet? No? Well that's what we're going to call you now, Cadet Porky Pig. Does that offend you cadet!?" Rep yells, covering the fat man's face and even more spit!

"N-n-n-no, sir!" Porky shouts, holding back tears.

"Good! And I'm not sir, I'm Sergeant! Do you understand that?" Rep yells again, his face now inches away from the man's ear!

"Y-y-y-yes sir, I mean sergeant!!" Porky sputters, shaking so hard that something slips from his shorts.

Watching it fall to the ground by his feet, rip rolls his eyes gregariously as the big bulge in the front is revealed to be nothing more than a 6-in Subway sandwich. Bending down and picking it up, the tough as nail Sergeant holds it up and starts waving it dramatically underneath the fat man's nose, meatballs and sauce going everywhere! "And what the hell is this? A tasty treat for the ladies!?!"

"NO SERGEANT! IT WAS MY LUNCH!" Porky screams, crying now.

"WELL IT ISN'T GOING TO BE ANYMORE! FOR THE NEXT 6 MONTHS YOU WILL BE ON A SALAD AND WATER DIET ONLY!" Rip rips into the portly man, causing him to break down and start rubbing his eyes as tears openly flow down his tomato red face. "Fucking pussy, man up you sack of shit!"

*Sniffle sniffle snort!* "Y... Yes sergeant!"Porky sputters again, sniffling hard as he regains his composure.

Somewhat.

Snorting himself, Rip moves on, not uttering a word until he reaches the female cadets.

"Now what the fuck are you two supposed to be, rocker twins?" He says as he looks two women up and down who are both chewing gum, their shorts pulled up too high, t-shirts tied off and big hair with sweatbands.

"You could say that sir... My name's Kim Cantrell, and my friend here, a sister from another mother, is Lisa Stepanak." The first one speaks up, flicking her big blonde hair back as she looks the big and hulking Sergeant up and down with bedroom eyes.

Standing next to her, Lisa does the exact same thing, and even steps out of formation when she does, her eyes stopping on his sausage. "Mmmhmmm... Are you as thick down there as you are up here?" Lisa coos has she takes a step forward and guides her fingers down Sergeant Stone's muscular arm.

Blushing a bit, the sergeant steps back and points to the open spot in the line. "This is a police academy, not an escort service. Step back into line cadet!"

Still snapping her gum, Lisa looks the big Sergeant up and down one more time before sashaying her ass as she steps backwards. Returning to her version of attention, it is nothing more than provocative posing. "Mmmhmmm."

"You'll have to excuse my sister here, Sergeant Rip. She has a thing for strong men." Kim says, taking another nice and long up and down look herself.

Stepping out of line and marching to confront the girls, LaWanda gets right in Kim's face! "There ain't going to be none of that horseshit in my academy! Do I make myself clear, ladies?" Jackson screams, her turn reenacting the infamous sergeant from full metal jacket.

Looking at each other, Kim and Lisa shrug their shoulders then look back at officer Jackson acknowledging her, even if they're not impressed.

"Now untie those knots and pull your shorts down! You are going to be LAPD officers, not a bunch of hookers playing dress up!" LaWanda commands screaming at the top of her lungs!

Rolling their eyes, Lisa and Kim do is there told. Pulling down on their shorts first, they pull them down a tad too low to reveal matching hot pink thongs. Getting a whoop in a holler from the men all around them, they wink and grin as they pull them back up and then untie their shirts.

"Bitches..." LaWanda mutters as she gives them both the stink eye before turning and going back behind Stubb's.

Sighing as he looks to the ceiling, silently praying to God for forgiveness again, rip takes another step forward and then stops at the next cadet. Now face to face with the Chief's daughter, his eyes open wide as his jaw drops! Glad and a two sizes too small top and shorts that appear ready to burst, cadet Victoria black is standing at perfect attention. Shoulders rolled back just slightly and arms held down along her sides, her fingertips are touching her bare thighs just right. "SPITZ!" The sergeant sounds off!

"Yes, Sarge?" Dick answers as he stumbles to the front, is erection as prevalent as ever in the front of his shorts. Throwing a hasty salute, he swivels his gaze to the judding globes practically sticking out from the thin woman's chest! "Aye caramba!"

Still standing there and staring straight ahead, the corner of Victoria's pink painted lips curl ever so slightly as she arches her back.

At a momentary loss for words as the biggest hits on the smallest woman he has ever seen stick out even more, Sergeant Stone has to blink a few times before he can address Officer Spitz. "Why is the Chief's daughter almost out of uniform?" Rip pauses, sweat-forming over his brow as he continues to stare the curvaceous young woman up and down.

Standing 5 ft 4 and petite from head to toe, Cadet Black is supremely stacked with big and round tits that finish with perfect and subtle point, as emphasized by her too small T-shirt that looks like a crop top. Clad in an equally small pair of shorts, they barely cover up her big and juicy ass while digging hard into her explosive camel toe.

Practically drooling, officer Spitz's tongue is hanging out like a dog. Eyes as wide as saucers, he too is standing there with a full erection.

"DICK!"

"Right... Right!" Officer Spitz stammers and then remembers why he was called forward. "I will have to check with requisitions..."

"Permission to speak?" The red-headed bombshell opens her mouth, her soft voice cutting through the air with a sexy squeak.

"Granted." Rip replies, still trying hard not to ogle the hot cadet.

"I was told that they did not have a t-shirt or shorts that were in my size. I brought my own, but they insisted that I wear this." Cadet Black replies, still maintaining perfect poise and posture.

"Dick, go down the requisitions and fetch Cadet Boobs, I mean Black! Cadet Black a properly fitted uniform." Sergeant Stone orders, struggling to maintain his authoritative composure even though his cheeks bely his embarrassment.

"Yes Sarge. But in order to be more effective I need her proper measurements." Officer Spitz says, a wide grin slowly spreading across his face.

"37-24-34." Cadet black says without being prompted, and without a hint of regret as the entire gym breaks out in excited murmurs.

Jaws dropping, all of the instructors literally have to push them up with their hands, except for Jackson.

"Looks like we have our very own Barbie on our hands..." She says stepping forward again and looking at the curvy Cadet. Unimpressed with her layers of makeup, pink lipstick and ponytail, Lawanda isn't impressed. "Spitz, when you get her uniform, I want her name plate to say Barbie until she proves otherwise..." She addresses dick just as he is turning to follow Sergeant Stone's order. Seeing him nod, Jackson turns her attention back to the Chief's daughter. "At ease, Barbie."

Without so much as a nod, or a flick of the eyes, Victoria spreads her feet and clasps her hands behind her back. When she relaxes her back and shoulders, even then her huge boobs still stick out much further than any of the other females. Rolling her eyes, Jackson doesn't about face and returns to her spot behind Stubb's. "We really are fucked..."

Taking a deep breath, Sergeant ripped Stone and his instructors finish their review wondering how they're going to turn this motley assortment of men and women into LAPD's finest.