Wrong Number (Patreon)

“Goddamnit, not another one,” Steve grumbled, his phone vibrating on his desk.  He’d been on the receiving end of a barrage of strange, harassing text messages for the past two days.  They came at all hours, to the point where he’d had to silence his phone and put it face down in order to get some sleep the night before.  

At first he thought it was just one of his friends messing with him.  He’d written it off as a wrong number, but as the messages came in it was obvious the person clearly knew a lot about him.  He didn’t think any of his friends were dedicated enough to keep the ruse up this long, and the tone of the messages was starting to make him doubt that it was one of the guys after all.  The person sounded angry, and what began as simple taunts were turning into increasingly degrading commands.  Steve had replied at first, but once the messages took a turn into demanding pics of him in compromising positions he’d been ignoring them.  

He was starting to wonder if it was a jilted ex, or maybe a spurned hook up, but as far as he knew none of his breakups or one night stands had ended horribly enough to warrant something like this.  He’d never ghosted or cheated on anyone, nor had he ever acted abusive in any way.  Sure, there had been hurt feelings, but he didn’t do it on purpose.  He couldn’t help it if more people fell for him than the other way around. 

Steve had inherited his family’s looks, and ever since hitting puberty the handsome twenty four year old had people throwing themselves at him.  His hearty, eastern European lineage had gifted the him with high, prominent cheekbones, full, pouty lips, a strong jaw, and a thick head of dark, wavy hair.  Athletics had come naturally from an early age, and though he was no longer in school, constant rec league sports and a regimented workout routine ensured his 5’10” frame was covered in lean, ample muscle.  Coupled with a long, thick cock and a solid, perky rear, it was no wonder the young stud had people hitting on him constantly.  

“Last chance to do this the easy way,” the message read.  

“Who the fuck is this?!” Steve replied.   

“Is that a no?”  The stranger asked.  

“Go fuck yourself.”  Steve dropped his phone in frustration as soon as he hit send.  He didn’t have time for the person’s games.  There was a presentation he needed to finish for that afternoon and he couldn’t afford to be distracted by whatever it was they were trying to do.  If he nailed it, he was basically guaranteed a promotion.  

He managed to forget about the stalker for the rest of the morning as he put the finishing touches on his project and his appearance.  He made a pitstop on the way to the conference room to give himself a final once-over in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the tie that sat perfectly between the pecs straining against the tight button down and gave his firm bubble a quick flex.  He’d mastered the art of wearing clothes just tight enough to show off his athletic body without coming across as desperate or unprofessional.  Steve wasn’t above using his looks when he needed to, and he knew there would be more than a few people watching his ass just as much as his presentation.  One older VP in particular, Paul, had been less than subtle while watching Steve change in the locker room at the company gym in the mornings.  As soon as the young jock would step out of the shower, the middle-aged man’s eyes would be glued to him.  Steve was well aware, but you’d never have known from the way he casually tossed his towel aside and lingered naked for the other man to see.  He made it a point to go through his routine in nothing but his tiny red boxer briefs, standing at the counter fixing his hair and shaving with his stuffed bulge and tight bubble on display.  He would never actually cross a line with another guy, but Steve was content to let them look if it meant a raise.   

“Thank you all for coming,” he said as the last of the executives filed in and took their seats.  He puffed his chest out and flexed his abs while he spoke, keeping his voice steady.  He was nothing but confident running through the facts and figures.  He’d worked on the presentation for weeks and knew it all by heart, and based on the impressed looks he saw around the room he figured his promotion was in the bag.  

So when it hit, Steve was even more caught off guard.  He’d just turned around to face the room again, pointing over his shoulder to a projected slide behind him, a smug grin on his face.  “The projections for quarter three are particularly exceptional.  They point to a forty percent growth over last yeeaaauuuuuuggggnnnn….” 

His eyes went wide, time seeming to slow as he felt his body betraying him.  Without warning his sculpted frame tensed, his cock rocketing to attention and spurting like a hose in rapid fire succession.  He stared down at the obvious outline of his thick club snaking down his pant leg, a large damp spot spreading as his whimpering groan seemed to echo endlessly around the stunned, silent room.  

The would-be executive paled as he looked at the table full of shocked faces that just watched him cum excessively in his pants.  Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times before he could force out a hoarse whisper, the damp warmth spreading across his thigh.  “I...uh...I’m sorry, excuse me,” he stammered, practically running from the room as the murmurs started.  

He bolted for the nearest bathroom, darting into a stall and slamming the door behind him.  “What the fuck...what the fuck...what the fuck…” Steve tore his pants open and stared, dumbfounded, at his sopping boxer briefs and softening snake.  For the first time in his life he regretted the thick hose, the color rushing back to his face and then some as he thought about what he must have looked like orgasming in front of everyone.  He wiped himself up as best as he could, but there was nothing he could do about the wet pants.  

His stomach dropped when he felt the phone in his pocket start vibrating.  The last thing he wanted to do at the moment was talk to anyone, especially if it could be his boss.  He flushed a deeper shade of red when he thought how word of what happened was probably already spreading.  

He took a deep breath and pulled the phone out.  “That looked embarrassing,” the taunting message read.  “But I gave you a chance.”  

Steve cycled from humiliated, to surprised, to furious in the blink of an eye.  He gripped his phone so tight the screen almost cracked.   “So you work with me?  Were you in the room?”  

“That’s really your question?  Not ‘how are you doing this’, or even ‘why are you doing this’?”  

In his anger, it hadn’t even occurred to Steve that the stranger could have been responsible for his unexpected release.  He didn’t know how it would have even been possible.  “What?  You’re saying YOU did that?  Nice try.”  

“Maybe this will convince you.”  

As soon as he read the message, Steve felt a familiar pulse surge through him.  “GGGuuuuuhhhh!”  He still had his pants down from wiping himself up, which let his exposed cock rocket to attention and shotgun all over the side of the stall.  The stunned young man just froze, his eyes darting between his thick, dripping cock and the phone in his hand.  

“Convinced yet?”  

“How are you doing this?”  Steve whispered it into the microphone, his trembling hands making typing impossible.  

“For the moment, all you need to know is that you’re my puppet.  You do what I say, when I say, or cumming in front of people will be the least of your concerns.  Are we clear?”  

Steve’s mind raced, trying to think of some way out of his current predicament, but he still didn’t even know exactly what was happening, or how. 

“I asked if we’re clear.”  

“Yes,” Steve replied, hoping to buy time.  

“Good!  Clean up and get dressed.  It’s up to you if you want to stay at work for the rest of the day.”  

That was the last thing Steve wanted.  Expecting another spontaneous eruption at any moment, the young jock slinked through the sea of cubicles, trying his best to avoid everyone as he made his way for the door.  His face burned when he saw the coworkers who noticed him pointing and whispering already, his promising future with the firm spiraling down the drain.  Even if he didn’t get fired, Steve had no idea how he’d ever show his face at the office again.  He sent his boss a text about going to the doctor and ran for his car once he reached the parking deck.  

“This can’t be happening,” he whispered to himself, slumping in his seat.  “It’s just not possible.  Even if someone drugged me it wouldn’t…” 

He trailed off when his phone buzzed again.  “Turning tail and running?  Probably not a bad idea,” the message read.  Steve could feel the smug satisfaction even through the phone.  “There’s a package waiting for you at home.”  

Steve’s only response was to let his phone drop to the passenger seat.  He pulled out of the garage and began the trek back to his condo, wondering what he could have done to wind up in such a nightmarish scenario.  His mind pored over every person he could have possibly wronged over the years, but none of the few enemies he had were capable of something like this.  He still didn’t know how ANYONE was capable of this.  

As the message promised, Steve saw a large box waiting for him by his front door when he pulled in the driveway.  It was surprisingly light for its size, and the worried man knew nothing good would come of it.  As soon as he was inside, the messages started up again.  

“Good.  You got the package.  Now take your clothes off.”  

Steve’s eyes darted around the room for some evidence of how he was being observed.  “How are you watching me?  Did you break in and hide cameras or something?”  

“I’m not going to tell you again.”  

“Okay, okay,” Steve quickly replied.  He loosened his tie and undid his shirt, pulling it free to expose his ripped torso, but he hesitated at his pants.  He’d just popped the button when the anger hit him again.  “Actually, no.  Fuck this.  I don’t know how you pulled that shit at the office, but I’m not going to play your games.  How about I just go to the cops?”  

“Do you think you’re my first?  I’ve done this many, many times, Steve.  Remember when I said the orgasm was the least of what I could do?  Want to see how well resisting worked for the last young man?”  

Steve actually laughed when the picture came through.  It was of a fit, athletic young blonde who was looking over his shoulder to face the camera with terror in his eyes.  He was naked, and Steve could only guess that the source of his fear was the man’s impossibly inflated lower half.  From the waist up he was well built and leanly muscled, with broad shoulders and a tapering waist that weren’t all that different than Steve’s, but from the waist down he was a different story entirely.  His ass was so large it looked like two watermelons had been strapped to his lower back, and each of his thighs was nearly as wide as his waist.  

“Is a photoshopped picture supposed to scare me?”  Moments after hitting send, Steve felt a strange tingling sensation wash over him.  It spread from head to toe before centering in on his backside as a dull ache.  His heart started racing as he stared at his reflection in the TV, desperately telling himself nothing had gotten any bigger.  

“Keep watching.”  

Steve only looked away long enough to read the message, and when he looked back it was just in time to actually see his perky bubble shift and expand.  He could feel the tightness in his pants now as each cheek pressed outwards and his thighs widened ever so slightly.  “No! Stop! I’m getting naked,” he frantically responded, stripping his pants off as if they were on fire.  There was another focused tingling as he kicked them free, and Steve could feel a foreign shifting and bouncing that he hadn’t before.  

The young jock felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach when he reached around behind and palmed his new globes, feeling his fingers bite into flesh that should have been rock solid.  Looking at his reflection he saw they were nowhere near the monstrous cakes the man in the picture had, but they were significantly larger than his pert mounds had been just moments before.  They weren’t excessive yet, though it wouldn’t take much.  

“If you’re still not convinced, why don’t you take a look at Daniel?”  

Steve didn’t laugh at the pictures that followed.  The first showed a hulking wall of muscle with buzzed hair wearing nothing but a tank-top that left his meaty cock and powerful thighs entirely exposed.  He wore a defiant glare on his wolfish features that seemed to dare the viewer.  The next picture showed the same wall of muscle, but he was noticeably less hulking.  The tank-top rode lower, stopping just at the base of a smaller looking package, and the man’s expression was less angry and more surprised.  The third picture showed a man who was built, but nowhere near the muscled meathead in the first two.  The tank-top now hung loose on his torso and rode low enough to cover everything but his dangling tip, his face looking terrified as his features seemed to soften.  The fourth picture showed a lean man with some slight definition swimming in a baggy tank-top that fit him like a gown, his wide-eyed expression showing off his increasingly button nose and pouty lips.  The fifth and final picture was of a small, lithe man, the tank-top barely hanging on as it slipped over one slender shoulder and showed off his soft, featureless chest.  The man’s rugged face had become androgynous, with big, doe eyes that sparkled with fear.  

“I’m convinced!  I’m convinced!” Steve yelled into the microphone as the tingling settled over his body again.  He braced himself for the worst, but it stopped without leaving any further changes that he could see.  

“Good.  Now open your package.”  

Steve didn’t know what he was expecting when he sliced through the tape and peeled back the flaps of the cardboard box, but it certainly wasn’t the bright wads of fabric he found inside.  He pulled out a neon purple thong, his naked body going red with embarrassment at the thought of putting it on.   “What is this?” 

“The start of your new wardrobe.  Put it on.”  

Steve couldn’t believe he was going through with it as he slid the small underwear up his solid thighs.  He winced when the string slipped between his inflated cheeks and he looked down to see just how ill-fitting the unwanted garment actually was.  It wasn’t just revealing, it was too small, leaving the base of his cock on display and his heavy balls spilling out the sides.  “It doesn’t fit…”

“It fits perfectly.  Why don’t you show everyone?  Take a video of yourself twerking in it and post it on your page.  Make it convincing.”  

Steve froze.  He looked down at his barely covered body and thought about all the old college friends, exes, coworkers and family members who would see the video of him shaking his barely covered junk and bare, enlarged bottom.  “Look, there’s gotta be something else I can…” before Steve even finished typing, he felt the tingling at his rear again.  It was stronger this time, and images of himself with a set of watermelon sized cheeks flashed before his eyes.  “Fuck!  Fine!  Okay!” he yelled to the empty room.  

He scampered over to the table and set his phone up, gradually backing away and flexing his washboard abs in frame.  He did a slow turn, letting everyone get a good look at his curvy new profile with his trim, tapering waist, meatier bubble and barely contained bulge, before getting to work.  He folded his sculpted arms behind his head and started popping his hips, grateful that the camera couldn’t see the horrified expression on his face.  It wasn’t just his actions; the way he could feel his fleshy bottom shaking and jiggling told him the last round of growth hadn’t just been a warning.  The vigorous shaking caused his girthy package to flop free and he hoped the phone wouldn’t pick up the sound of it slapping around.  

He tucked himself away after a few torturous minutes and tried to steel himself for what he had to do.  As humiliating as filming the video had been, the hard part was actually posting it.  He wrestled with whether or not he should put a caption on it to make it seem like he’d lost a bet or it was all a dare, but decided not to risk it.  He took a deep breath and hit post, surprised that after cumming in front of everyone at the office he could still experience something more embarrassing.  

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”  When Steve didn’t respond, the stranger sent another picture of the shrunken Daniel, this time naked on his knees in front of someone with the kind of body he used to have.  “I asked you a question.”  

“It was awful!”

“Look at the bright side.  You’re going to find out who your interesting friends are.”  

Steve resisted the urge to throw his phone across the room.  “What now?”  

“Right to the point, then.  First, throw away all your old underwear.  All of it.  From now on you only wear what I tell you to.  If I don’t tell you, you ask permission.  More will come, but we’ll start there.”  

Steve grabbed the box and dumped it on the floor to see what else it held, horrified to find a pile of small thongs like the one he wore, a few garish jockstraps, and a smattering of revealing bikini briefs that were actually modest compared to the rest.  There were a few pairs of what looked to be small gym shorts and a couple tank-tops present, but nothing else.  It was all a far cry from his usual boxers or boxer briefs and he dreaded the thought of parading around in any of it.  

But he knew he didn’t have much say at the moment.  He grabbed a garbage bag and got to work, raiding his hamper and dresser until the only underwear left were the bright, skimpy wads of fabric on his floor.  He tossed the bag by his back door, feeling surprisingly violated, and found a message waiting for him on his phone.  

“Take it out to the trash.  Don’t put anything else on.”  

Steve’s heart started racing as he opened the door.  He knew there likely wouldn’t be many neighbors out to see him at the moment, but the thought that there could even be one was bad enough.  The irony that he’d just been thinking about how he had no problem parading around naked on purpose to manipulate someone wasn’t lost on him.  But that was different, he told himself.  He’d been in control then.  Now, he was anything but.  

He hurried out to the trash can, blushing as he felt his inflated cheeks bounce more than was normal from his quick steps, and the warm air on the exposed bits of his package.  The older gentleman who lived in the condo next door was out in his yard and gave him a look like he’d been slapped in the face when he saw the naked young jock, but Steve just nodded and waved with a forced smile.  He was mortified, but he knew it was a feeling he should get used to considering the video he’d just posted for his five hundred plus friends online.  

“Now put the shorts and a tank-top on and go to the gym at this address.  When you get there, ask for Mack and do whatever he says.  I’ll know if you don’t.”  

Much to his embarrassment, Steve discovered that things actually could keep getting worse.  The shorts were a thin, white nylon that stretched like a second skin around his meaty rear and widened thighs, stopping only a third of the way down his hairy legs.  Not only did they make his boxer briefs look big, they were nearly see through, doing nothing to conceal the bright purple thong or his tanned, olive skin underneath.  The tank-top was no help as it stopped just above his navel, giving everyone a view of the dark, hairy trail leading to his prominent bulge a few inches south.  

Steve tried to avoid his reflection as he walked out to his car, feeling like he was dressed more for a street corner than a gym.  His brain was still trying to wrap itself around how any of this was possible.  The fact that he had direct orders to follow, regardless of how humiliating, was the only thing keeping the shock at bay.  He pushed the thoughts down whenever he started to think about how his body had been altered against his will.  He knew if he went down that road he’d end up a panicked, useless mess and he couldn’t afford that right now.  It was hard enough to ignore the flood of messages he was already getting in response to his video.  

Getting to the gym took him to a seedier part of town than he was used to.  The facility itself was little more than a big, open warehouse filled with machines, free weights, and grunting, sweaty meatheads.  There was no cardio equipment anywhere in sight, just plates, dumbbells, and bars.  The young man was used to fancy, well appointed gyms that were equally useful for getting in shape as they were for getting laid, but looking around, Steve quickly noticed there were also no women in sight.  

There was no reception desk to speak of so he made his way further in, starting to feel overdressed compared to the hulking slabs of beef around him.  Most of them had on nothing but shorts not much larger than his own, and a few even had on what looked like posing straps.  

One of the men, a bald, imposing wall of muscle as wide as he was tall, let the heavy bar drop after his last deadlift and looked over at Steve, his massive, sweaty chest heaving and glistening.  “You lost?” the man rumbled over at him.  Though they were the same height, Steve felt small next to the brawny figure that was still twice his size.  

“I’m, uh, supposed to ask for Mack?”  

The man’s round, bulldog face broke into a grin as he looked Steve slowly up and down.  “Ah, another one.  That’s him back there.  The tall fella in orange.”  

Steve followed the man’s beefy, pointing arm to the chiseled giant in the orange trunks hefting a pair of dumbbells the size of his car.  Even as someone who’d spent countless hours in locker rooms and on sports teams over the years, Steve couldn’t remember ever seeing someone so huge.  

“Are you Mack?”  He had to crane his neck to look up at the man who stood at least a full head taller than him.  It was at least an excuse not to stare at the impossibly huge bulge filling out the hulking man’s small shorts.  

The big man eyed Steve while he finished his set.  “Steve?  I heard you were coming.  He likes to send guys our way.”  

Steve fought the surge of anger.  “You don’t happen to know who “he” is, do you?”  

Mack shook his head and shrugged his bowling ball shoulders.  “Nope.  Just know you’re not the first...probably won’t be the last.”

“Did he, uh,” Steve hesitated, not knowing how to ask his question without sounding crazy.  “Any of the guys here, I mean.  Did they get…”

Mack swallowed one of Steve’s shoulders with a rough hand.  “Better not to ask questions, kid,” the big man said flatly.  

It was his use of “kid” that made Steve pay closer attention.  He couldn’t get a read on the burly man’s age.  His round, pug-like face and buzzed scalp gave the impression of middle age, but something about him seemed younger.  “So why am I here?”  

Mack laughed and motioned to the equipment around them.  “It’s a gym.  What do you think?  Take that girly shirt off and get to it.”  

Steve blushed as he pulled the lavender tank off, feeling small and insecure amongst the overly muscled giants around him.  It wasn’t a sensation he was used to.  Normally he strutted his athletic build around a gym like he owned the place.  Now, as with everything else that happened so far that day, he was experiencing things from a new perspective.  

He tried not to think about it, falling instead into the comfortable routine of exercise.  He went where Mack directed, working his arms, shoulders, and chest until his muscles burned and he was caked in sweat.  The damp shorts that had been mostly see through when he’d left his condo were now entirely transparent, something Mack was all too happy to point out.  

“If you’re gonna commit, commit,” the big man laughed, tugging Steve’s shorts down while the smaller man’s hands were full with a set of weights.  He gave the sweaty, furry globes a slap and a squeeze, adding, “you’re probably gonna want to get used to this anyway.”  

Steve’s humiliation at standing in a group of strangers in nothing but a thong and tennis shoes was mitigated slightly by the nearly naked giant a few feet away in nothing but a posing strap, only he couldn’t help but notice that he could have fit his whole body comfortably inside the other man.   He did his best to ignore the sensation of the humid air on his exposed balls as he went through sets of squats and lunges, fully aware that with each deadlift he was exposing his virgin hole to anyone who cared to see it.  So far that just appeared to be Mack, who hadn’t taken his eyes off him.  When the big man asked Steve to spot him on the bench a few minutes later, the younger jock knew exactly why.  He took up his position, his sweaty, barely covered package dangling just above Mack’s head.  

Steve watched the beefy giant struggle through rep after rep, impressed by the sheer amount of weight Mack was hefting.  He’d never been one of those guys that was interested in getting huge, but he still respected the effort it took to get to that size.  It was while he was thinking about Mack’s flexing, mountainous pecs steadily getting bigger that his cock took on a life of its own again.  As with earlier at the office, he went from soft to achingly rigid in the blink of an eye, his pulsing organ ripping free from the tiny thong.  Mack had just enough time to set the bar in place before Steve exploded like a geyser.  

“HHHNNNNNGGggggg!”  Steve grunted, spasming while his spewing cock splattered all over Mack’s sweaty chest.  Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to watch, their faces a mix of annoyed and amused.  “Oh...oh god!  I’m so sorry!  I didn’t...I can’t help it...I...I’ve gotta go…” 

Steve turned to bolt, but before he could even take his first step a pair of heavy hands landed on his shoulders, spinning him back around and bringing him face-to-chest with Mack’s dripping pecs.  “Where do you think you’re going?  You can’t just make a mess and not clean it up.”  

The smaller man’s stomach fluttered when he looked up at the grinning giant.  Being held in Mack’s huge arms was overwhelming.  He radiated pure, primal strength, yet the rough hands on Steve’s shoulders were gentle.  He thought back to all the years of “showing off” for guys in the locker room and started to wonder if, deep down, he really wanted to be doing something else with them.  “Ri...right...let me just get something to wipe it up...with…” 

Mack shook his head, still grinning.  “You’re mouth’s right here, isn’t it?”  

Steve didn’t resist when Mack’s meaty paw drifted up from his shoulder to the back of his head, guiding it toward his shelf of a chest.  The first few flicks of his tongue were tentative, but it wasn’t long before Steve’s mouth was eagerly lapping up and down the valley between Mack’s muscled mounds.  Only when his lips closed around one of the bigger man’s nubby nipples did Steve even realize his own hands had slid around to stroke up and down Mack’s broad back while the big man was squeezing and kneading his inflated cheeks.  

He felt Mack slip the string of his thong aside, but the younger man wasn’t prepared when one of the burly man’s thick fingers pressed against his waiting hole.  “OOHHHHHHH!”  Steve groaned, squirming against the steely arms that held him in place against Mack’s equally solid chest.  The other man’s worming digit felt like it was ripping him open as it worked its way deeper in, the pain growing more and more intense until it abruptly gave way to something else entirely.  “Whhahaaaaa…!  What...what the fuck…” Steve gasped, still squirming and pressing his enlarged globes back against Mack’s rough paw as strange bolts of pleasure shot through him.  He’d never felt anything like it.  

“Theeeeere it is,” Mack sighed, his deep voice rumbling against Steve’s face as the younger man buried his head between the bigger man’s freshly licked pecs.  “I love it when I get to be the first.”  

That was enough to remind Steve exactly what was happening.  Through his haze of lust he was very much aware that he was standing in a strange place, in nothing but a thong, getting fingered by another man.  If that wasn’t enough, this was all happening only after he’d cum all over that man and then licked him clean, also in front of everyone.  And this was on top of cumming in front of the VPs at work, having his body twisted against his will, and then posting a video of him bouncing and twerking that altered body for everyone to see.  It was too much for him to fight.  He closed his eyes and squeezed tighter against the other man, losing himself to the humiliatingly blissful sensations rocking his athletic body.  

**********

Steve hoped it was all over the next morning.  He barely remembered coming home from the gym, his body feeling more satisfied than he could ever remember while his mind was in pieces.  He didn’t know if he did what he did with Mack because he wanted to, or because the stranger made him.  Or if it even mattered.  Regardless of the cause, regardless of his embarrassment, he couldn’t deny how wonderful it felt.  When he stumbled in through the door, having driven home in nothing but his thong, he’d stripped down in a daze, taken a shower, and passed out on top of his sheets.  

There hadn’t been any messages since he left for the gym the day before.  If it weren’t for the immediate feeling of his heavier, enlarged cheeks when he rolled out of bed that morning he could have thought the whole thing was a nightmare.  But then there was his new underwear scattered around the room, and the embarrassing way his pants fit when he pulled them on.  With his unwanted growth he could just barely get them up his slightly meatier thighs, and they left nothing to the imagination.  Each round cheek was practically lifted and separated, and the outline of the small bikini briefs he’d put on stood out like it had been embroidered.  

But he didn’t have a choice.  After the events of the previous day he’d decided he needed to face things head on.  It was embarrassing, but they’d been watching him, they had to know it wasn’t something he could control.  It’s not like he’d been up there jerking off in front of them.  He could salvage things, but not if he stayed home and hid.  If that meant showing off his unwanted ass, he’d have to do it.  

All of which was easy in theory, but an entirely different story in practice.  As soon as Steve walked through the doors he saw the looks people were giving him.  A few of his regular coworkers said awkward good mornings and tried to act like nothing had happened, but he could see it in their faces.  He could also see people checking out his thickened lower half and the way he filled out his pants.  More than a few of those glances, from men and women alike, lingered longer than they should.  Once again, Steve found himself in the unfamiliar position of being self conscious as he felt the back of his pants shift and bounce.  Still, he forced himself to his desk and got to work like nothing had happened, determined not to let his nerves show.  Just as he was thinking he could fall back into his normal routine, the moment he’d been dreading happened.  Instead of his immediate boss,  he got an email from Paul, one of the VPs, asking him to come see him in his office so they could talk about what occurred.  

Steve let himself feel a glimmer of hope.  Paul was the one who always checked him out in the locker room, so there was a slight chance that he could actually spin the situation to his advantage.  He was sure the middle aged man hadn’t minded the show, and he might even be able to spin his new growth to his advantage.  

He was working through his approach as the elevator doors opened on the bustling sales floor.  Paul’s office was at the far end, which meant he’d have to endure yet another walk of shame when he passed the sales team.  It was made up of a lot of guys his age, and like most salesmen, they were as competitive and aggressive as they came.  A few purposely went out of their way to say hi and wave from across the room, just so they could make it clear they knew what happened with the smug winks they gave him.  

So when the tingling started halfway to Paul’s office, it couldn’t have happened at a worse time.  Steve barely had time to register it before a loud ripping sound filled the room and he felt a sudden rush of air on his ass and thighs.  All heads turned towards him as he looked down at the tattered remains of the pants that had seemingly exploded off of him.  The waist held, but the thighs and back had blown out, giving everyone a view of the bright pink bikini briefs that left more of his hairy globes exposed than covered.  As laughter started to fill the stunned silence, Steve was wrestling with the knowledge that worse than the embarrassing wardrobe malfunction, his body had just been changed again.  He flashed back to the man with the impossibly thick lower half, torn between darting to the elevator or running forward to the office.  

“What’s going on out...oh, hey Steve.  Rough morning again?” Paul stuck his head out of his office and sighed when he saw the younger man’s disheveled state.  “How about you get in here and stop showing everyone your cute little underwear?”  Steve’s face was crimson as he clutched the remains of his pants and hurried into the office.  

“Paul, I don’t know what to say,” he stammered as the VP shut the door behind them.  He could feel the older man’s eyes on his exposed bottom, but he was no longer so eager to use that to his advantage.  “I’m so sorry about all this.  I honestly don’t know what’s…” 

“See, I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” Paul said, cutting him off.  He put a hand on Steve’s shoulder and guided him deeper into the spacious room.  “You were supposed to ask him what you were allowed to wear, but you didn’t do that this morning.”  

The implications hit Steve at the same time as the next round of tingling.  There was another loud rip, but from his shirt this time as his carefully sculpted pecs exploded outwards.  The stunned young man gasped looking down at the oversized mounds of muscle that forced his fitted shirt apart.  They looked like they could have belonged to one of the meatheads he’d seen at the gym the night before, but on his otherwise lean frame they were comically disproportionate, making even his inflated cheeks look small.  

“What...what just happened…” Steve gasped, paling as he reached up and palmed his oversized muscle tits.  He couldn’t even see over them when he looked down.  

“I wondered how long this would get dragged out, honestly,” Paul said, his eyes glued to Steve’s huge new chest.  “Just need to balance out the rest, but I’m sure he’s on it.  My specifications were pretty clear.” 

The tingling returned as soon as Paul stopped talking, swallowing Steve’s entire lower half this time.  Nothing tore, but the changing young man frantically pawed at himself when he felt a sudden breeze on his twitching cock, unprepared for the thick, dangling hose he felt.  Unable to see over the crest of his pecs he staggered over to Paul’s mirror, nearly passing out at what he saw.  His thick six and a half inches looked closer to a fat ten poking up from the waist of his small briefs, with heavy churning balls underneath.  The mammoth organ was twitching to life, snaking up his abs towards his inflated pecs through the remains of his shirt.  

Worse, though, were the bouncing, pillowy cheeks that swallowed the back of his underwear like the string of a thong.  The furry, gravity defying orbs weren’t as large as the freakish man in the picture, but they weren’t much smaller.  Steve winced as he felt his meaty new thighs rub together while he turned in a circle to examine his new hourglass figure.  

“This isn’t possible...this isn’t possibbuuuuuunhhhh!”  Once again, Steve tensed and grunted, blasting without warning.  Still pointing straight up from the waistband of his underwear, the beastly new equipment sprayed all over his protruding pecs, coating the glistening brawn and Steve’s face in equal measure.  The stunned young man couldn’t help but remember the previous day, when he’d been so eager to lick someone else’s giant pecs clean.  

“I don’t know how he does it,” Paul whistled appreciatively, “but you definitely get your money’s worth.”  He walked over and ran a finger across Steve’s sticky, meaty chest, licking  the digit clean.  “You always seemed to like people looking at you, and now you’ll just about always be the center of attention.”  Paul laughed at Steve’s stunned expression and reached around to give the thick cheeks a bounce.  “Don’t act surprised.  We both know that you were well aware of me admiring you in the locker room.  I’m sure this specific scenario isn’t where you saw that going...I certainly didn’t until I came across our mutual friend’s services.  Honestly, though, in the long run I think you’ll enjoy this more.  You certainly enjoyed yourself at the gym last night from what I heard.  Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” Paul said gently when Steve blushed.  “That was all you, in case you were wondering.  No outside influence there, just a bit of pointing in the right direction and then you hit the ground running.  Or should I say fingering?  In front of all those strangers, too.  I bet that was a thrill.  Your video was a hit from what I heard around the office this morning.  I cannot wait for you to make more.  We’ll come up with a story...surgery, probably.  That’s the easiest explanation.”  

Steve was trying to keep up, but it was all too much, too fast.  He was still in shock from the changes to his body to try and piece together what Paul was telling him about how he’d set all this in motion.  

“But don’t worry” Paul continued.  “I can tell you’re stressed, but you won’t be for long.  I wanted to see how last night would go on your own, and now I think we can grease that wheel a bit.  Let me reassure you before you start to panic, you’ll still be you, just a less anxious version.  Remember how happy you were letting all those people watch at the gym?  You can do that all the time now!  And just look at what you’ve got to show them!  You won’t even need to worry about your uncontrollable orgasm issue this way.  You can hang around the gym with Mack during the day, and then I’ll take good care of you at night.”  

Steve’s mind raced for some way out of this.  Based on what Paul just told him, he was looking at a future as a disproportionate, horny idiot.  He was mortified as he thought of himself traipsing around the grimy, meathead gym in nothing but a tiny thong, his oversized equipment hanging for everyone to see while he either came uncontrollably or had what remained of his brains fucked out by a muscled brute.  And then there was Paul.  Once he was out of the gym, the rest of his time would be spent as the older man’s custom built boy-toy, eager to do god knows what and too stupid to know better.  

“Wait...Paul, please, I can…” Steve was cut off, a sudden tingling filling his head.