Corporate Growth

By screamingmoist
published October 23, 2017
Summary

Corporate growth can take on a whole new meaning if you cross the wrong people.

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Matt’s heart started racing the instant the elevator doors opened. That was Mr. Robert’s private elevator. Any time the head of an organization this large stopped in for a visit was cause enough for anxiety, but Matt had more reason than most to be nervous. He wished most of the accounting department hadn’t already left for the day and tried not to look guilty.

“Hard at work?” Mr. Roberts smile told Matt all he needed to know. His personal assistant and shadow, Bruce, stood casually to the side, cutting off any hope of escape. Not that running would do any good if they were on to him. His only hope was trying to talk his way out of this one.

“I like to be thorough,” Matt said, smiling back.

Mr. Robert’s smiling face was cold. “Oh, I’m well aware of that. That’s actually why I’m here. I have a…special…project I need your help on.” He motioned for Matt to follow. The young man tried not to shake as he pushed his chair in and fell in line with Bruce behind him. He felt like he was marching to the electric chair. “You’ve got quite the impressive resume. Master’s in finance by the time you were 23? Head of a department this size by 28?” Mr. Roberts turned and looked Matt up and down over his shoulder. “Still find time to work out? You’ve got drive.”

Matt wished he was hearing the president and CEO sing his praises under different circumstances, but he still felt a swell of pride. He’d always excelled at just about everything. He’d gone to college on both academic and athletic scholarships, being one of those rare individuals gifted with both brains and body. If he couldn’t think his way out of a jam, his model-caliber looks could usually charm his way out. Something told him this wasn’t going to be one of those situations.

“What I can’t understand is how you thought you’d get away with it.” Matt wished he’d ran for it after all as the doors slid shut. He was so focused on his boss that he didn’t notice Bruce getting close behind him until he felt the pinch on his neck.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He spun angrily and saw Bruce holding an empty syringe gun in his hand. “What is this?!” He stepped forward but the surprisingly quick Bruce shoved him back against the wall. Matt had always been curious about the boss’s constant companion. He looked to be about Matt’s age, but the other man’s dark complexion and stocky build made it hard to tell. It was clear that “bodyguard” must have fallen under Bruce’s other duties given how strong and fast he was. Matt tried to move again but couldn’t. His head was starting to spin and his feet were rooted in place. He couldn’t even tell if the elevator was moving any more.

Mr. Roberts turned and looked Matt up and down with the same smile. “It’s not even that you stole from me that bothers me; it’s that you were so sloppy about it. I thought you were better than that. So much potential wasted,” he sighed. “Still, you have other uses.” Matt was aware enough to catch the look in Mr. Roberts’ eyes. He tried to speak, but not even his mouth would respond. All Matt could do was go wide-eyed when Mr. Roberts casually reached down, undid his fly, and fished the sizeable rod from his briefs. Matt wasn’t ready for the electric sensation Mr. Roberts’ hand sent through him. His cock was already rock hard. “You’re impressive all around,” Mr. Roberts said as he wrapped a hand around Matt’s throbbing cock. The young man couldn’t do anything but look back and forth between Mr. Roberts and Bruce while he stood in the elevator with his rigid pole sticking out. He was aware that this was clearly the result of whatever they’d stuck him with, but more and more he could only focus on the men in front of him. He was used to sizing up guys in locker rooms. Usually his above average endowment and lean, fit body put him above the rest. This was different. He wasn’t sizing the men up as competition. He was looking at them the way he looked at the third floor receptionist. He’d never noticed how handsome Mr. Roberts was. He knew his boss was in his early 40s, but it was hard to tell that by looking. He still had a full, thick head of brown hair above his tanned, unwrinkled face, and based on how he filled out his fitted suit, he was still in impressive shape.

“Looks like it’s working.” Matt was only dimly aware of Bruce’s deep voice as the other man spoke for the first time.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Mr. Roberts grabbed Matt’s cock and pulled him out of the elevator into his private penthouse office. Walking out of the elevator into the spacious room was enough to shock Matt slightly back to his senses. He’d heard stories about the luxurious office, and they hadn’t been wrong. Wall to wall windows looked out over the sprawling city and it was filled with plush leather and mahogany furniture that cost more than Matt’s house. He tried to speak again, but still his voice wouldn’t respond. “You know the company motto, Matt. We don’t let things go to waste around here. You may not have had the potential we’d hoped for in your previous position, but you’re the perfect candidate to help with one of our research projects.”

Matt’s mind was racing. He was trying to fight the overwhelming lust suddenly coursing through him. The fear and panic he felt at being frozen and exposed wasn’t helping. Mr. Roberts was circling him in a slow, predatory fashion. Matt was almost certain that whatever was about to happen would be worse than jail.

Mr. Roberts stopped circling and undid Matt’s pants. The frozen man’s heart started racing, but from fear or anticipation he couldn’t tell. The small black boxer briefs went next, causing Matt’s already throbbing cock to surge at the feeling of Mr. Roberts’ hands running down his solid legs. His long, thick rod stuck out from underneath the shirt that Mr. Roberts slowly unbuttoned.

“I imagine this is difficult for someone like you. You’re used to always being in total control, aren’t you?” The last button was undone, exposing Matt’s washboard abs and sculpted pecs. Even in his frozen state Matt felt his face flush with embarrassment at having his built, smoothly shaven body totally on display. “And my research shows you were quite the ladies man, so this…” Mr. Roberts stepped around behind to slowly pull the loose shirt free, his hands running down Matt’s thick, solid upper arms, causing the frozen man to shudder. “…must be a new experience.”

“I think he’ll do just fine,” Bruce said from behind.

Matt broke out in goosebumps when Mr. Roberts ran a hand along his defined pecs and down to his ripped, solid abs. “Of course he will! Shame about something so large,” he said, stroking the throbbing pole, “but results don’t come without a price. And I’m sure Matt here has had plenty of opportunities to use this thing.” Matt definitely didn’t like what he heard, but he loved the sensation. Mr. Roberts’ large, strong hand on his cock should have been a turn off. He was used to soft, dainty fingers wrapping around it, but if he weren’t frozen he’d be whimpering from pleasure.

“I’m sure you’re curious about what’s happening, Matt.” The naked man felt even more exposed when he was led over to one of the wall-sized windows. He knew he was too high up for anyone to see him, but it only added to his embarrassment. “There are a lot of people down there in that city with a lot of money. One of those people expressed an interest in a very specific product. We think we’ve got a working formula and you’re the lucky one that’s going to prove that. Don’t worry, I have the utmost faith in our lab, so the results shouldn’t be fatal.” Matt heard the word “fatal” from a distance. His attention was fading in and out as he had trouble focusing. “You’ve been injected with a potent mix of nanites, physical enhancers, hormones, and DNA agents. Simply put, your brain and body are being rewired and rebuilt to the buyer’s specifications.” Mr. Roberts pulled out a tablet and read from the screen. “Current stats: Six foot two, one hundred and eighty pounds, six percent body fat. Symmetrical features. Brown hair, brown eyes. IQ 118. Heterosexual.” Mr. Roberts tapped the screen a few times and held the tablet so Matt could see it. The frozen man watched in horror as the picture on the screen started changing. His proportional, sculpted pecs started puffing outwards like balloons being inflated. They went from impressive, to prominent, to impractical. They grew so large that Matt wondered if he’d even be able to clap his hands, or even keep from tumbling forward. His latter concern was addressed when his lower half started expanding to compensate. His perky, solid cheeks lifted upwards, forming an almost ninety degree angle from his lower back, before filling out. And out. And out. First he watched them push outwards from his body until they almost formed a shelf, then they started puffing outwards at the sides until it looked like he had two basketballs strapped to the back of his legs. His thighs had widened significantly to compensate, devouring the gap between his lean thighs and taking his lower half from toned to thick. His new waist seemed almost curvy. Instead of his prominent “V” shape, Matt’s torso melted inwards from the round, bulbous pecs, before flowing outwards at his meaty new thighs and ass. His arms and shoulders had grown as well, but nowhere near as much as his pecs or bouncing new cakes. His face shifted with the rest of him, his jaw becoming almost comically square while his lips filled out and his nose shrank down. His eyes went from brown to a bright, sparkling blue. Matt was horrified. The picture on the screen kept morphing back and forth between chiseled and handsome to a ditzy, exaggerated gym bunny that didn’t look anything like him.

“There are some non-visible stats as well. Homosexual, docile, and,” Mr. Roberts made a tut-tut noise and shook his head, “not very smart, I’m afraid. We anticipate the process to only take a a few days,” Mr. Roberts said as he set the tablet aside. “And as you can see, you won’t look anything like you do now. I’m sorry to say, Matt, your old life is over. You’re going to have an unfortunate accident, but from what I understand you don’t have too many people that will miss you.” He tapped the screen on his watch and Matt felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He blinked and realized he could turn his head.

“No! You can’t do this! Just turn me over to the police! I’ll pay your money back, I still have…”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Mr. Roberts said firmly. “You should have thought about all of this before you stole from me. You knew the risks.”

“But…” Matt looked down at his naked body, his face panic-stricken. “You can’t just change someone! You’re a monster! A fucking monstuuuhhhhhnnnnn…” Matt groaned with pleasure when Mr. Roberts reached out and grabbed his solid pole. Despite his angry protests, the only thing Matt felt when he looked at his tormentor was a desperate lust. “What…what did you do to me…” he panted, his chiseled pecs heaving.

“That bit about homosexual? The easiest part was rewiring your brain. It’s a bit terrifying how easy it is, actually. Once you know what to target it’s a simple matter to program in a replacement. You’re a fit, virile young man. A few small, electrical roadblocks and all those pheromone receptors and pleasure centers get rerouted. A few more and they get amplified, to the point where you can take a heterosexual male with a healthy sex drive and make him painfully attracted to other males. It doesn’t even matter what they look like. Things as subjective as attraction have been taken out of it. Your body now responds on a reflex level the second it picks up on a male scent. Whether that’ll level out at all we’re not sure, but as I’m sure you’re experiencing right now, the sensation can be quite intense.”

Matt tried to wrap his brain around what he’d just heard. If his boss was telling the truth, and his body certainly seemed to think he was, he’d just been turned into an oversexed gay guy. He thought back to all the men he’d tormented over the years. Given his impressive looks, there had been no shortage of men hitting on him over the years. He’d rarely resort to violence, but he was never kind when it happened. Now he was practically drooling over the thought of being touched by another man. His eyes were glued to the crotch of Mr. Roberts’ expensive pants and he couldn’t stop thinking about his boss’s hand wrapped around his aching dick.

Mr. Roberts laughed as Matt gasped and panted, trying to speak. “Fortunately for you, I owe Bruce here a reward for his assistance in all this.”

Matt turned and saw that Bruce had removed his suit jacket and was pulling his tie free. He actually licked his lips when the burly man started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing a beefy, hairy chest and a solid, furry stomach. His broad shoulders and wide, thick arms looked almost ape-like on his shorter, stocky body, but all Matt wanted was to feel them wrapped around him.

“He IS a pretty one,” Bruce whistled, walking up to Matt and squeezing each of his solid pecs. The naked man stood a few inches taller, but seemed small when compared to Bruce’s primal masculinity. “So, straight boy,” he said with a condescending grin, “you want me to lose these pants?”

Matt practically grunted his response. “Yes!”

Bruce undid the button with a stout finger. “What’ll you give me?”

“Anything! Whatever you want!” Matt was distantly aware that he was begging another man to undress for him. He knew he should have been mortified at his behavior, but there was no room left in his brain for anything other than his unyielding attraction. He was so desperate it actually hurt.

“How about you do it?” Bruce laughed when Matt practically lunged forward. The young man’s shaking hands fumbled with the zipper and he had to try a few times to tug the tight slacks down Bruce’s wide, hairy thighs.

“UUUhhhnnnn….” Matt whimpered at the sight of Bruce’s stuffed, red jock strap and the hairy, ample globes it left exposed. He’d never been so turned on in his life.

“Not so fast,” Bruce said, slapping Matt’s hand away when he reached for the jock. “Use your mouth for this. If I feel your hands, you don’t get anything.”

Matt dropped to his knees and pressed his face against Bruce’s firm, furry muscle gut. It took all of his willpower not to reach up and grab the other man’s large cheeks. His thin lips fumbled with the elastic waistband, but just as he started to get a grip, Bruce bucked his hips. The jock was pulled free and the stuffed pouch bounced against Matt’s face. The musky smell and the sensation of the other man’s large package against his skin was overwhelming. He tried again and again but Bruce kept his hips moving, grinding the pouch into Matt’s face over and over. Matt’s mouth caught the bouncing pouch between his lips but he could never quite get a grip.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” Bruce chided. “Maybe you’ll have better luck with the back?” He turned around and let Matt fumble with his mouth at the base of his spine. Just when Matt was about to get a grip, Bruce bent forward and pressed backwards, swallowing Matt’s face between his large, hairy cheeks.

Matt should have been disgusted. He should have wanted to vomit at the salty taste and sour smell of having his face buried in another man’s ass. Instead, his tongue darted out as if it had a mind of its own.

“Using his tongue already,” he heard Bruce say. The stocky man whistled and wriggled his hips. “The ladies must have loved it when you went down on them if you did it like this.”

Matt swelled at the compliment and renewed his tongue’s assault on Bruce’s hole until the other man turned and pulled it away. The sight of Mr. Roberts watching brought Matt back to reality. He’d just been frantically eating out another man’s ass while his boss looked on. “Oh god…I…I…uuunnnmmmm…” he broke off in another pained whimper when he saw the tent in Bruce’s jock.

“Alright, for real this time. I’ll make it easy,” Bruce said, his burly arms crossed over his furry pecs.

Matt shuffled forward on his knees and gripped the elastic waist in his teeth and pulled. Bruce’s thick, solid cock sprang free, slapping him in the face. Matt rubbed his cheek against it before working the jock further down. His tongue ran down Bruce’s hairy, meaty thigh as he inched the underwear free bit by bit.

“There you go!” Bruce wagged his hard cock in front of Matt’s pleading eyes as he stepped free of the jock at his ankles. “Oh, straight boy, if you could only see yourself. On your knees, begging for another man’s cock in your mouth. Bet you never thought you’d do that, huh?” He reached down and tousled Matt’s hair. “So what’s the deal? You want me to fuck that mouth of yours?”

“Yes! Yes!” Matt practically hopped up and down on his knees. He sighed and shivered when Bruce pressed the thick head against his eager lips.

“Open up,” Bruce commanded, shoving himself inside.

“MMMMMMMMmmmmmm!” Matt tensed and came as soon as Bruce’s wide cock hit his tongue. He spasmed and sprayed load after load, never letting go of the solid organ in his mouth. Even after his impressive eruption, his stiff cock barely softened. He fought his gag reflex, swallowing as much of Bruce’s pulsing cock as he could fit in his mouth.

“He’ll be….great at…this….” Bruce sighed.

“Move him over to the couch. Let’s see how he can multitask.” Matt heard Mr. Roberts speak but was too caught up in his lust to register the rods. All he could focus on was keeping Bruce’s warm, oozing cock in his mouth while he shuffled over. When the other man had to pull out so Matt could hop up on the couch he practically impaled his mouth on Bruce the second he could. He felt Mr. Roberts’ hands gliding down his back and grabbing his ass. He purred at the sensation of his boss’s strong hands, not at all expecting the solid pole that was suddenly shoved inside him.

“OOOOOHhhhhhhOOOHhhh!” He screamed around the cock in his mouth and tried to lift his head, but Bruce held it in place. All Matt could do was writhe helplessly while he was filled from both ends. The pain he felt from his boss’s rough thrusting was nowhere close to the electric pleasure that was shooting through him. It was like all of his pleasure centers were firing at once. Every nerve in his body lit up as a wave of ecstasy pulled him into oblivion.


“MMMMmmm….” Matt groaned and stretched as he came to. He blinked against the bright sunlight, confused. His body was sore, but he felt content and satisfied. He was face down on a couch that he didn’t recognize in a room that was equally unfamiliar. It wasn’t until he lifted himself up on his elbows that he realized he was naked.

“I wondered how long you’d be out.” Mr. Roberts’ sudden voice jolted Matt upright. He blushed as the final memories of his pounding ran through his head.

“Wha…oh god…it wasn’t a dream…” Matt tried not to stare as he looked at his boss’s chiseled body in nothing but a small black speedo. Mr. Roberts was in just as good of shape as himself, an impressive feat for someone that was almost twenty years his senior. There wasn’t a muscle out of place or an extra ounce of fat, and the bulge in the small speedo was ample. Matt’s cock immediately hardened, betraying him.

The older man laughed at Matt’s obvious embarrassment. “Afraid not. Things look to be progressing quite well.”

Matt stared down at himself, grabbing his chest. Already his pecs were larger. They protruded out farther and Matt’s nipples had shifted to the sides as the growing slabs of muscle expanded.

“Your ass seems to be growing a bit quicker,” Mr. Roberts said, almost clinically.

Matt jumped off the couch and reached behind. “Aaahhh! What the hell?!” Both palms were filled with ample, solid flesh and Matt paled when he looked at his noticeably rounder thighs. “Oh god…oh god…” he stared in horror at his boss and started to tremble. A part of his brain was telling him to run, or to bludgeon the other man, but his body wouldn’t respond.

“If you’re wondering why you aren’t murdering me right now, it’s because you can’t. Docile, remember? You know I don’t want you to, so you literally can’t do it. It’s the same reason you won’t call for help or try to flee.”

“No! That’s not…” even as he said it, Matt knew what the other man said was true. Just the thought of disobeying his boss was worse than his current fear. The thought fizzled, and Matt was left naked and hard, just staring at his tormentor.
“Still with me?”

Matt shook his head, unaware that he’d just spaced out. “Huh? Oh, uh…” he was having a hard time getting his thoughts together. He told himself it was just the shock and fear, not that he was losing brain cells by the minute. “Where are we? How long have I been out?”

Mr. Roberts gestured to the large, open room. There was a fireplace, sofa, and a few chairs in front of a long bar that was off to the side. The other side of the room was a long, retractable wall that was open to an expansive patio with a large pool. At the other end opposite the bar was a glass-front sauna and room filled with exercise equipment. It was starting to hit Matt just how rich his boss really was. Matt could tell the ornate little building cost more than the entirety of his own expensive loft. “This is my pool house,” Mr. Roberts said proudly. “It’s where you’ll be spending most of your time. Come with me,” he said, motioning for Matt to follow. “As for how long you’ve been out; about sixteen hours. Long enough for the changes to get well under way as you can see.”

The naked young man lumbered awkwardly behind. His boss wasn’t lying about things getting well under way. He blushed at the sensation of his enlarged cheeks and thighs moving and rubbing when he walked. His aching, bobbing cock didn’t help either. In any other circumstances, he would have loved his surroundings. The large pool was ringed by cabanas and loungers, looking for all intents and purposes like a tropical resort. To Matt it might as well have been a prison. Given what he knew was happening to himself, and what was coming, he might have preferred prison.

He followed his boss around the side of the pool house to where a large shower head hung off the side, surrounded by lush vegetation. “Here’s your shower,” Mr. Roberts said, gesturing to the area that was just barely obscured from the main patio. Matt paled as he had a vision of himself in his altered body, showering in front of a patio full of people. He started to protest, but his voice dried up in his throat when his boss casually stripped off his speedo, letting his long hose and heavy balls fall free. “Just got out of the sauna,” he said as he stepped under the shower and motioned for Matt to follow.

Matt’s enlarged chest rose and fell rapidly as he stepped forward. He shivered when his boss’s hands reached up and ran across his changing pecs. The water streaming down his head and shoulders accentuated their growing roundness. “Mmmmmm….” Matt whimpered despite himself. In addition to growing larger, they were increasingly sensitive.

“Someone likes that,” Mr. Roberts grinned, causing Matt to blush at the condescending tone. Part of his brain still wanted to turn and run. The old Matt was still in there, screaming at himself to stop what he was doing. But watching his boss’s cock twitch while he stroked his chest, the growing young man stayed firmly in place. “These really will be impressive, but I’m more interested in your receptiveness. You blacked out on us last time.”

Matt’s whole body turned purple with embarrassment when he thought back to the dual stuffing he’d received in his boss’s office. He remembered having Bruce’s thick tool between his lips and how good it had felt when his boss shoved himself inside. The last thing he remembered was his entire body feeling like it was melting. He almost eagerly turned when his boss motioned towards the wall, instinctively sticking his inflated cheeks out. Again he railed against himself when his boss’s hands grabbed his sides. Mr. Roberts’ strong fingers stroked his abs and drifted down around his aching cock without actually touching it, causing Matt to whimper quietly. The old part of himself tried desperately to move out of the way when he felt the other man’s stiff organ caressing the dimpled sides of his increasingly expansive rear, but he was rooted in place.

“GgggnnnnnnOOOOHHHH!” Matt grunted and bellowed when his boss shoved himself inside. His eyes felt like they would bug out of his skull at the intensity. He was at least grateful that, as a result of whatever was happening to him, this time there was no pain. Instead it was like he was experiencing every orgasm he’d had in the past year all at once. He bent forward and thrust back harder, his voracious hole and mountainous cheeks grabbing his boss’s dick like a fist. The old Matt wished he would have passed out again instead of whining and groaning like a cat in heat. He was dimly aware that his own untouched cock was spraying load after load, but his intense new hunger never faded. He pounded his fists against the wall and howled like an animal, his entire body lighting up with new, overwhelming sensation. His meaty new pecs bounced while he writhed, causing jolts of pleasure to run down his spine as the thick slabs fell up and down. By the time Mr. Roberts sprayed his own load inside the squirming young man, Matt had lost count of how many times he’d cum. Based on how horny he still was, it might as well have been zero.

“Outstanding!” Mr. Roberts pulled himself free and finished rinsing off as though he’d just finished a set in the gym. “Once things settle I’ve no doubt you’ll be the perfect marketing tool for us.”

Matt heard Mr. Roberts from a distance. The lustful haze was slow in clearing from his increasingly addled thoughts. His old voice, the one that was telling him this was all wrong, was becoming harder to hear. He knew his boss was talking, but he couldn’t follow what was being said.

“I don’t think he was paying attention, sir.” Matt blushed when he saw Bruce standing in the pool house, but whether it was from humiliation or arousal he wasn’t sure. The stocky man was dressed for the office, in his tight slacks and form-fitting button-down shirt. He grinned at Matt as he watched the distracted young man stare firmly at Mr. Robert’s tight, perky ass.

“That’s alright,” Mr. Roberts said, clapping Matt on the shoulder. “I know things are rattling around and loosening up in that head of yours.”

“No! I’m not…I just can’t…” Matt shook his head and tried to force himself to look away while his boss pulled on a pair of tiny red briefs that accentuated his tiny waist and girthy package perfectly. He realized he’d trailed off mid-sentence yet again. “Why can’t I focus on anything?!”

“You’ve already demonstrated that you can focus on the only thing that’s important to you from now on,” Mr. Roberts said cheerfully. He took a small wad of fabric from Bruce and handed it to Matt. “These are your old size. For comparison’s sake I figured we’d see how they fit.”

Matt slid the purple briefs on, wincing at how tight the leg openings were on his expanding thighs. As expected, his growing ass hung out the back, while his semi-hard cock tented out the front so that his balls were visible through the opening. He felt more than saw the last part since his expanding pecs obscured his view. His stomach dropped as he turned and looked at his reflection. Already he looked like a different person. His thighs were significantly thicker and his ass was already so round he didn’t understand how it could possibly get bigger. Since they were expanding more than the rest of his torso, his pecs just looked cartoonish.

“Let’s see how long those last,” Mr. Roberts said, entirely amused by the sight. “Go ahead and entertain yourself out here for a while. I have a few meetings, but we’ll be going out later.” He looked Matt up and down again and nodded towards the patio. “You’re looking a little pale…why don’t you lay out and get some sun? I’ll be back before you know it. By then I’m thinking the changes should be just about nearing completion.”

With that, Matt was left alone. He stared at his reflection in disgust for a while longer before he felt a compulsion to go outside like Mr. Roberts had said. His eyes darted around as his old self screamed at him to make an escape, but instead of running he stretched out on a lounger and drifted off in the warm air and sun. The warm summer day, coupled with his ever-present lust, did nothing to help him focus. He felt like he was drunk. Thoughts would bubble close to the surface but submerge again before he could fully form them, leaving him in a haze. He tried to think of anything; old phone numbers, business theories, spreadsheets from work, how much money he had in his account, but they all started to fade. By the time he realized he didn’t even remember his own number he was too out of it to care. The world melted away to nothing but the warm air on his changing skin.

A loud rip brought him back from the brink of sleep. He’d rolled over on his stomach, unaware of how tight his underwear was becoming until he heard a tear and felt a rush of air on his now-exposed cheeks. He was horrified at the implications, or at least he felt like he should be, as he rolled back over and struggled the tight briefs down his officially large thighs. He held them up and stared at the gaping hole in the back, feeling like he should be reacting, before casually tossing them aside and rolling back onto his stomach. Being naked felt better anyway.

“Look at that tan!” Matt stirred at the sound of his boss’s voice. When he opened his eyes the sun was going down, meaning he’d spent the entire day sunning himself on the patio. He grinned sleepily up at Mr. Roberts, his heart racing at the sight of the handsome man. “How long were you out here?”

Matt’s brow furrowed as he thought about it. He had no idea. He didn’t even remember where he was. Part of him felt scared at that thought until he looked up at his boss. Just the sight of the other man was calming and reassuring. “I don’t know,” he shrugged with a dim smile. He liked the way the older man was looking at him.

“It looks like things have settled into place. How do you feel?”

Matt stretched lazily on the lounger before struggling to his feet. He wobbled, his balance thrown off by his exaggerated new proportions. That fear he’d started to feel a few seconds before came rushing back when he looked down and couldn’t see past his bulbous, solid pecs. He reached up and prodded them, shivering when his probing fingers sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. “Whoa…” he gasped, looking up at Mr. Roberts in confusion. He’d already forgotten the question.

“You should see the rest of you!” Mr. Roberts led the stumbling man back into the pool house so he could see his reflection.

“Is that….me?” Matt gaped, more in surprise than horror. The man in the mirror was all chest and ass, with a long, thick cock hanging between his round, juicy thighs. He giggled when he jerked his shoulders and caused his pecs to bounce heavily, but they were nothing compared to the dribbling basketballs attached to his lower half. The slightest movement of his hips caused the enormous cheeks to shake and jiggle. He didn’t know why he kept staring at his face. The thick, full lips and bright blue eyes looked wrong. While he pursed his new mouth and made a duck face he had a momentary flash of a different man in the mirror. This man was sculpted and proportional. He didn’t have the impressive pecs and thick cakes that Matt did. The sight brought his fear back. All of a sudden his muscle tits and impossible ass were revolting. The room around him spun as he started to panic.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Mr. Roberts’ cheerful voice and calming hand on his lower back eased Matt’s sudden terror. The younger man’s heart started racing for an entirely different reason as his boss’s hand crested the summit of his cheeks and squeezed.

“Uh-huh!” Matt chirped. There was still a nagging voice in his head, but his boss seemed happy, so he should too.

“I’m so glad you like it. Bruce here has something for you to put on. There are some gentlemen who want to meet you.”

Matt’s thick new lips tingled at the sight of the stocky man. He wanted Bruce’s thick, wide dick in his mouth again but the shorter man just handed him a sparkly gold thong. He had to use Bruce for support as he bent and struggled to pull the thong on. His mountainous pecs and inflated arms were making things difficult. He giggled when he felt the string slide between his cheeks. He couldn’t see what it looked like over the new additions to his chest, but in the mirror he saw his semi-hard cock thrusting the pouch out and his balls squishing out the sides. When a pair of bright purple hightops followed, Matt had to let Bruce put them on. He didn’t have the coordination or the range of motion to bend over and put them on, let alone tie them.

“Let’s fix your hair,” Bruce said, motioning for Matt to lean forward. Matt wiggled his plump cheeks for Mr. Roberts while he did so until his blonde hair had been gelled into place. “There we go big guy,” Bruce said, patting Matt on his bulky new chest.

The young man stood and looked at the curvy, disproportionate go-go boy in the mirror. His stuffed gold thong sparkled to match his deeply tanned skin, and his bright purple shoes immediately drew attention to his wide, squeezable legs. “I look aaaaamazing!” Matt clapped his hands, his wide new pecs bouncing, before flexing an inflated arm. He turned to the side and wagged his hips, shaking and jiggling his rotund rear end.

Matt mistook the reason for Mr. Roberts’ approving smile. True, the young, bouncing sex god flexing in the mirror was a sight to behold, but that alone wasn’t the cause of his joy. The older man knew that deep inside the dimwitted young man still lurked the old Matt. Underneath those thick pecs and nature-defying cheeks was the smug, straight stud who’d tried to steal from him. Now, not only was he set up to make a killing off the successful experiment, he got his revenge at the same time. He’d considered selling the young man, but the more he watched Matt flex and grope himself, he decided to keep him.

“Alright, Matt, we have to get going. There are some men who are very eager to meet you.” Mr. Roberts watched a shadow cross Matt’s sparkling blue eyes as his old self wrestled with what was happening.

It passed quickly. “Okay!” Matt shrugged, his bulbous new pecs jumping. He was all smiles as he lumbered along behind and his new cheeks rippled with motion. He felt like he was forgetting something important, but it was taking most of his concentration not to stumble over his reshaped legs. Just when he felt like he could put his finger on it, it would slip away. Something about his reflection didn’t look right. He was all wrong.

Bruce squeezed one of Matt’s dimpled cheeks when the altered man paused to stare at his reflection. “Keep up, bud, we’re on a schedule.”

Matt shivered against Bruce’s hand on his inflated rear. It felt fantastic. Everything did. He blinked at the stocky man, trying to remember what he’d just been thinking about. “Sorry!” He chirped, letting Bruce take his hand to pull him along. Whatever he’d been worried about melted away at the sight of the burly man and the feel of his strong hands. Matt couldn’t figure out why he’d be worried at all. There was nowhere he’d rather be.

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