Crack the Code: Employee of the Month, pt. 2 (Patreon)

Brandon let go of the breath he’d been holding as the elevator doors opened on the lobby outside Seth’s office.  His scheduled time finally arriving, Brandon had coordinated with the Code Breaker for the changes to occur during his monthly one-on-one.  He wanted to be with Seth when they happened, and it seemed the easiest way.  He didn’t know what the aftermath of that would look like since they were at the office, but after his experiences of the last month he trusted that it would work out.

“Hey, is Seth ready for me,” Brandon asked, smiling at the young redhead sitting outside his boss’s door.

“You can go on in,” Aaron grinned, looking him up and down.  Unlike himself, the wiry ginger was much more open about his interests in men, and Brandon was sure that his boss’s assistant had particularly enjoyed the way he’d casually exposed himself over the video call.  He didn’t know what their relationship would look like after the changes, but he wasn’t opposed to getting to know the younger man better.

Brandon braced himself as he stepped over the threshold, still impressed by the size of Seth’s office suite.  It was bigger than most of the affordable apartments in the city, and it had better amenities than even the unaffordable ones.  “Right on time, as always,” Seth called from his desk across the room.  It sat with the skyline at the older man’s back, as if even the impressive view wasn’t worth the wealthy stud’s attention.  Of course, Seth himself didn’t act that way, at least not overtly.  But then again, he didn’t have to.  It was implied with his status.  “Give me one second to talk to Aaron.  Do you need anything?  Coffee?  Water?” Seth asked, sounding more like a gracious host than high-powered executive.

Brandon’s eyes did an automatic once-over as his boss hopped up, his stomach fluttering at the way Seth’s strapping frame filled out his burgundy polo and grey slacks.  In a pair of light green chinos and a pale yellow button down, Brandon felt like an easter egg by comparison.  “No thanks, I’m okay,” he said, forcing his voice to stay calm.  He sat in his usual spot in front of Seth’s desk, his eyes glancing over at the adjoining workout room.  Attached to it was a spa-like bathroom that he’d never seen, but had heard rumors of, and he wondered if it would feel new or familiar once it was his.  He swallowed hard when he heard the door shut, a shiver running through him when Seth clapped him on the shoulder as the older man made his way back to his side of the desk.

“Alright, let’s just jump in,” his boss said, his tone eager and friendly.  Brandon didn’t know exactly when things would shift, making it hard to focus while he stared at the array of figures on Seth’s large monitor.  The older man seemed to be having an equally hard time focusing as Brandon kept catching him shifting in his chair, seeming more distracted than usual as he motioned to the screen.  “Sorry, this isn’t the most efficient way, is it,” Seth finally said, leaning half over his desk to point to a row on the spreadsheet.  “Let’s try it this way.”  Brandon bit down on a grin when Seth grabbed a chair and came around to his side of the desk, their thighs brushing together as his boss sat and leaned forward, his legs spread wide.  He left his own leg where it was, his heart racing when Seth didn’t bother to pull away.

As his boss continued to go on about the projected figures, Brandon only half-heard him.  He was overwhelmed by both the proximity and the contact, a sensation that became unbearable when Seth’s hand landed on his thigh a few moments later.  The startled brunette swallowed his gasp, barely, and kept pretending to pay attention, even as Seth’s hand began absently rubbing and making its way inward.

The older man nodded, still looking at the screen while his fingers began brushing against Brandon’s bulge through his pants.  “I have to say...I’m impressed.  Q3 should be a record-breaker with a forecast like this.  Well done.”  He finally looked towards the flushed brunette, a wry grin on his face as his fingers stopped brushing and openly squeezed Brandon’s twitching package.  “I think such a stellar performance deserves a reward, don’t you?”

Seth let go before Brandon could respond, instead wrapping his arm around the younger man’s shoulders and pulling him in for a prolonged kiss.  Brandon tensed from surprise internally, but none of that showed as he eagerly returned the gesture, his hands shooting up to begin kneading Seth’s prominent pecs.  The sensation of the other man’s firm muscle against his palms was better than he could have hoped for, as was the taste of Seth’s tongue rooting around the inside of his mouth.  Brandon could feel the other man’s hands on his own torso, swallowing his whimper when Seth began popping the buttons of the younger man’s shirt one-by-one and toying with his exposed pecs, all without breaking off the kiss.

He leaned forward when Seth pulled, letting his arms drop long enough for his shirt to be tugged free.  His own hands had slipped up beneath his boss’s polo and had worked the shirt to the dark-haired hunk’s broad shoulders, and Brandon felt like he was melting when the other man finally broke off the kiss and flashed him a smug grin.  Seth casually stripped out of the shirt, flexing his strapping torso and powerful arms in the process.  “How did I get so lucky to have such dedicated employees,” he purred, his hands once again dropping to Brandon’s toned chest.  “Especially ones with tits like these.”

The younger man gasped at the sudden tingle that erupted, his pecs ballooning in size.  In an instant, the modest mounds easily tripled their mass, now jutting off Brandon’s chest like a granite shelf.  His shoulders and upper arms had inflated along with them, but they were nowhere near the size of the disproportionately huge, cresting mounds.  Brandon moaned as Seth toyed with his enlarged, nubby nipples, the sensation sending spine-arching waves of pleasure through him.

It was all finally happening.  Brandon knew that Seth was straight, and while the Code Breaker had offered to turn him into a feminine version of himself, the younger man wasn’t ready to give up his masculinity.  Instead, he wanted to be turned into whatever a gay version of his boss would desire.  After all, if he was going to be Seth’s doting boytoy, he needed to be built for the job.

Brandon wobbled when the older man pulled him to his feet, his balance thrown by his top-heavy new build.  He marveled at the way his lower half was now obscured by his muscle tits, shivering at the way his inflated arms brushed against them when he moved.  He could feel Seth opening his fly though he couldn’t actually see it, nor could he see the rigid cock that sprung free when the other man shoved his pants and skimpy underwear down.  A thrill shot through him when Brandon thought about the fact that he was naked and hard in his boss’s office, leading into a fresh wave of tingling that broke out around his midsection.

As he watched, Brandon saw the familiar sight of his bulbous, oozing head poke into view when his cock shot forward several inches, growing from an impressive seven to a whopping ten-and-a-half.  At the same time, the hands that were clamped to his exposed rear began to grip more and more flesh as his ass inflated like his chest, balancing out the oversized pecs with an equally oversized bubble.  Brandon actually giggled when he felt his thickened thighs rub together, loving the look of pure hunger in Seth’s ice-blue eyes.

“Goddamn I love it when we roleplay like this,” Seth said, leaning in for another kiss as he kneaded and hefted Brandon’s chunky new bottom.

“Me too,” Brandon laughed, his hands undoing his older lover’s pants and slipping inside.  He didn’t know where the words had come from and he didn’t really care.  He was much more interested in fishing Seth’s fat, girthy monster free.

The dark-haired stud grunted, thrusting his exposed cock into Brandon’s hand while he reached up and stroked the younger man’s face.  “Can you imagine if you actually had the brains for a job like this?”

Brandon shivered against a wave of dizziness, his heart racing as he looked at the desk behind Seth.  He blinked and shook his head as he tried, and failed, to make sense of the numbers on the screen.  Not only did he no longer understand what the spreadsheet represented, he could barely read the words that went along with it, and there were several larger ones that he actually couldn’t.  He’d known that this would be part of the process, he’d said he wanted to be carefree and unburdened, but he didn’t fully appreciate to what extent, or what that would look like, until now.  “No way,” he laughed, already forgetting what he’d just been anxious about.  “Sitting at a desk all day?  No thanks.  I’d rather be under it,” he grinned, dropping to his knees and wrapping his lips around Seth’s wide cock.  The thick pole was an average length, especially compared to his own inflated monster, but Brandon relished the warm sensation and musky flavor filling his mouth.  His whole body vibrated with desire as he tugged Seth’s pants free and bobbed his head, groping his hands around the older man’s meaty, hairy thighs.

Brandon heaved a contented sigh around the invading organ, quaking with desire at the way Seth towered over him. There was nowhere else he’d rather be and nothing else he’d rather be doing, at least not until the older man pulled away and turned around.  Without the slightest hesitation Brandon leaned in and began working his tongue all over Seth’s spasming hole, his hands kneading the other man’s muscled rear like he was baking bread.

“You’re….much better at this...anyway…” Seth sighed as he leaned forward against his desk.

Brandon beamed at the compliment, his proud smile faltering slightly when he climbed back to his feet.  Instead of standing the same, six-foot height and looking Seth in the back of his head, he now looked at the back of the older man’s neck.  It wasn’t an excessive loss of height, Brandon figured he now stood around the 5’7” or 5’8” mark, but it was just enough to further accentuate his curvy new frame, and guarantee that Seth would always be towering over him.

With his limited new focus, the thought slipped from Brandon’s grasp before he could fully process it, and before he even realized his hips were moving he’d plunged his cum-slick pole into Seth’s loosened hole.

“GGNNnnnoooohhhh yeah,” the older man purred, his head falling back as Brandon began thrusting.  The altered brunette clutched his lover close, loving the feeling of Seth’s hairy muscle against his palms as he rolled his hips.  He could feel his thunderous cheeks shaking with the motion, but instead of being embarrassed by it all he could think about was how good it felt.

All of it.  As promised, Brandon didn’t have a care in the world.  He’d become a short, thicc, barely literate ball of muscle with more dick than brains, but that knowledge didn’t bother him in the least.  His head was already swimming with memories of his new life, and he was perfectly content to be the older man’s trophy.  He was Seth’s pretty little rose, and there was nothing he’d rather be.  His former boss took care of him and gave him whatever he wanted, sharing both his massive estate and wealth, not that Brandon had many needs.  The short stud was perfectly content as long as he was near the older man.  It helped if he was naked, or close to it, and he preferred when Seth was the same way, but beyond that all Brandon needed was a gym and frequent orgasms.  Luckily Seth could usually provide both, even when he was at the office, and it wasn’t uncommon to see the curvy brunette spending hours in the company gym.  Aaron kept an eye on him to keep him out of trouble, and on the days when Seth was in back-to-back meetings the wiry ginger made sure Brandon’s other needs were met as well.

For a fleeting instant, the old Brandon surfaced just long enough to wonder if he’d made a mistake.  Yes, he had what he wanted in his new relationship with his boss and a worry-free life, but the flipside was that he’d thrown everything away - his money, his future, and his independence - just so that he could be treated more like Seth’s pet than peer.  He looked over at his discarded clothes on the ground, now finding a pale yellow muscle shirt, tiny green shorts that would leave nothing to the imagination, and a floral bikini that would undoubtedly fit his fat cakes like a thong, thinking about how he’d spend the rest of his days on display, using his body instead of his brain.

Before he could decide how he felt about such a fate, his body answered for him.  Without warning he tensed and spasmed, unleashing a massive load inside Seth’s own writhing frame.  He held the taller man tight against his pillowy pecs as they both came, fighting against the whimpering scream that tried to claw its way out of his mouth.  He could be as loud as he wanted at home, but when they were at the office he knew he needed to keep it down.

“OHhhhhh...oh my…” Seth finally sighed, giving a few, final rolls of his ass against Brandon’s lap before pulling away.  The gasping brunette felt another rush of pride at the waterfall that streamed down his lover’s olive-hued thigh as he tilted his head back to meet the oncoming lips.  “You are absolutely employee of the month,” Seth laughed, giving Brandon’s nose a quick tap with his finger as he pulled away.

“Only a month?” Brandon pouted, folding his arms beneath his juicy new pecs.

“A year.  Five years.  A decade,” Seth grinned over his shoulder as he led them to his private bathroom.  “Any more than that and you might stop trying.”

“Nuh-uh,” Brandon grunted, shaking his head.  He scrubbed Seth down, resisting the urge to go at the older stud once more.  Though he’d just cum he was already getting hard again, but he knew Seth had things to do, and they could mess around later at home.

“So I’ve got meetings all afternoon,” the dark-haired hunk said as they got dressed, his voice dripping with unrecognized condescension.  “Do you want someone to drive you home, or do you want to play in the gym until I’m done?”

Brandon stuck out his lower lip as he thought about it.  “Can Aaron come if I stick around?”

Seth tousled the shorter man’s hair as he finished getting dressed.  “Of course.  I’m sure he’d love to.  I already talked to him about it before you got here.”

“Okay!”  Brandon turned and started to dart for the door, but only made it a few steps before Seth stopped him.

“Ah-ah,” the older man tutted, his tone stern.  “You know better.  Clothes on first, mister.”

Instead of being mortified that he’d almost darted naked out into the office, Brandon just flashed a bashful grin when he turned back around and reluctantly pulled the revealing clothes back on.  “Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.  As predicted, the shorts formed a prominent vacuum seal around his inflated package, the straps of his underwear clearly visible as the custom-tailored bottoms strained around his impossible bubble.  The muscle shirt provided little more coverage as Brandon’s ballooning pecs spilled out the scooping sides and the bottom rested on the jutting shelf that was his ass.

Seth nodded approvingly and gave him one last quick peck on the forehead.  “Behave yourself, okay,” he said, his tone once again stern as he looked down to meet Brandon’s bright eyes.  “And do what Aaron says.  I’ll be a few more hours up here, but maybe tomorrow I can work from home.  Okay?”

Brandon nodded excitedly and hurried towards the door, his ample cheeks nearly bouncing free of the shorts as he bounded across the spacious office.