Crack the Code, ch. 14: In Your Dreams (Patreon)

Sean’s normally commanding voice shook as he spoke to himself in the mirror.  He repeated the words over and over, like a mantra, hoping to manifest an outcome other than the one staring back at him.  “Everything’s fine…everything’s fine…everything’s fine…” he stammered, his eyes wide as he stared at the bulky torso spilling out of the ill-fitting, aqua-hued crop top.  Until recently it had been a navy polo, concealing the plump pecs, broad shoulders, and, most importantly, meaty gut that were now either prominently accentuated or fully exposed.  Twenty years earlier Sean may have been able to pull off such a shirt, but now that he was in the tail end of his forties, the majority of his time spent seated at a desk, his athletic body was long since a thing of the past.

He hadn’t let himself go entirely.  His stocky frame still looked passably muscled, his barrel torso usually straining against the polo he should have been wearing, and his thick thighs filling out the gray slacks which now seemed ridiculous with his revealing shirt.  It helped that he’d always been ruggedly handsome, his face maintaining its strong jaw and distinguished features even as the rest of him filled out over the years.  Though his hairline had receded and his ochre coif wasn’t as thick as it had been, Sean was nowhere near the point of balding, leaving him with an appearance that was still just above average.

The problem was that “just above average” wasn’t where Sean wanted to be.  As he approached fifty, the wealthy, almost-hunk began to wonder how things could have been.  Professionally, he couldn’t have asked for more.  Sean had made a fortune in finance over the years, eventually starting his own consulting firm that practically printed money.  He had it all; the massive house, the fancy car, a staff of cooks and housekeepers, vacation homes, and anything else that could remotely be considered necessary for a life of “luxury.”

Everything except the body and the looks he wanted. In the elite circles he traveled in, surrounded by surgically enhanced men and women equally desperate to lock in their own beauty, Sean felt the unfamiliar pangs of inferiority.  When he was around people he couldn’t impress with money or things, all the anxious executive could focus on was what he lacked.

Sean knew he also could have just paid a surgeon to improve his appearance.  Or he could have hired the best personal trainers in the world and reshaped himself the old-fashioned way.  But both of those options took time, which was the one thing Sean couldn’t buy more of.  He’d spent years telling himself that he wasn’t worried about his looks, that he wasn’t going to become one of those vain, plastic surgery disasters.  He still had plenty of men and women offering themselves up as eager partners because of his vast wealth; he wasn’t interested in prettying himself up.  Until he suddenly was.  Until the idea got into his head that it was a failure.  Until he became painfully aware that the clock was ticking, and if he was going to complete his dream life by becoming the man of his dreams, he was going to have to get creative.

The Code Breaker seemed like such a simple solution.  Sean believed the promises of instant gratification, and he was willing to take a temporary financial hit if it ensured long-term success.  All he had to do was throw some money at the problem and it would go away.  He’d walk into his office as the Old Sean, and he’d walk back out as Dream Sean.  Fit.  Handsome.  Radiant.  The Code Breaker had said that everyone would even go along with it, as if Sean had always been that way.

Clearly, something had gone wrong.  Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary when Sean arrived at the office after his meeting with the Code Breaker.  He’d stopped to chat with his assistant, Jonathan, on the way in, having the younger man clear his afternoon of meetings.  Sean knew that once things changed, work would be the last thing on his mind.  He felt foolish for even thinking about it given their vast differences in status, but Johnathan’s reaction to the new version of himself was one that Sean was particularly interested in.

The younger man was quick-witted, charming, and capable, everything he could possibly ask for in an assistant.  Jonathan routinely knew what his boss needed before Sean did himself, and the older man had no doubt that his assistant would have quickly risen through the ranks if he’d been interested.  But, now at the tail end of his twenties, Jonathan seemed perfectly content with his position.  Sean paid him generously, and unlike the older man, the brunette pretty-boy didn’t want to spend all his time behind a desk.

And it showed.  He had the kind of primped, athletic body that Sean craved, with broad shoulders, sharp, well-maintained features, and plenty of tight, tapering muscle.  Given his superior looks and the number of men eager to hook up with him, Sean had always been impressed by Johnathan’s willingness to put in long hours.  Though the younger man clearly wasn’t looking to make a lifestyle out of it the way his boss did, any time he needed to stay late, or take a business trip out of town, he did so eagerly.  Sean wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, but he had no doubts at all about Johnathan’s dedication or loyalty, and not just to the company, but to him.  They’d had plenty of genuine conversations over the years, and he’d tried his best to be a mentoring, fatherly figure to the young man, who’d always seemed receptive.

Now, Sean was starting to think that he’d have to put that relationship to the test with whatever was happening.  He blushed as he prodded the exposed lovehandles around his waist, wincing at the way his soft belly hung exposed.  Feeling open air on his skin while in the office was a completely foreign, and mortifying, sensation.  Despite the many opportunities he’d had over the years, Sean had never actually hooked up with anyone in his broad suite, and the thought of being in any state of undress in the professional environment, seen or otherwise, made his stomach drop.  He frantically tried to think of a way out, but he had no idea what happened to the polo he’d been wearing, and he had nothing else to wear in his office.  If he was going to get out of this with his dignity intact, he was going to need Johnathan’s help.

As always, the younger man seemed to be able to read his thoughts.  Sean froze when he heard the rapid pair of knocks on his door, Jonathan’s usual way of announcing himself.  In his shock he hadn’t thought to tell his assistant not to disturb him, and now it was too late.  “Johna…” Sean’s voice caught in his throat as soon as the other man entered, the true cause of the odd events suddenly clicking into place with terrifying certainty.

The first thing he registered was his own reaction.  Beneath the reflexive rush of embarrassment, Sean’s stomach erupted into fluttering as he looked at Johnathan.  His eyes pored over the younger man’s straining button-down, drinking in the way the thin material accentuated his deceptively powerful build, eventually coming to rest on the fitted slacks that clung to the brunette’s toned thighs.  Sean had always known that Johnathan had a firm, perky little rear, but now he felt it in his bones, the thought of the muscled bubble making his mouth water.  He grudgingly lifted his eyes to the younger man’s face, the dimpled chin, sharp cheekbones, and bright blue eyes once again stealing his voice before he could use it.

More than what happened next, it was Johnathan’s eyes that told Sean everything he needed to know.  For the first time, he noticed the way the younger man looked back with equal interest and intensity.  Given his assistant’s young age and superior appearance, it had never once occurred to Sean that Johnathan might have feelings for him, but now it all made sense.  The eagerness to stay after hours, the excitement on their trips out of town; Jonathan wasn’t hanging on his every word during his fatherly lectures solely out of professional interest after all.  Sean was becoming the man of someone’s dreams, but not his own.

And if there were any remaining doubts, his slacks suddenly slithering up his legs to settle as a pair of tiny gray running shorts erased them. The tissue thin material was still gray, only now a light heather that left nothing to the imagination instead of a modest, dark slate.  Sean blushed again when he saw the outline of his girthy package bulging between his thighs, the sensation of the mesh lining against his skin making it clear his underwear had vanished the way his socks and loafers had, the expensive shoes now a pair of bright sneakers.

There was a prolonged moment of silence as they stared at each other.  Sean knew he should have been panicking.  He knew he should have been mortified at standing with his bulky, doughy body on display, but Johnathan’s blazing, hungry eyes kept the humiliation at bay.

“Sorry to just barge in like this,” the younger man finally said, his casual tone making it seem like it was perfectly normal for him to walk in on his nearly-naked boss.  “But since we cleared your meetings I thought we could talk about the plans for the Schneider account.  Did you still want to…”

“Johnny, Johnny, Johnny,” Sean tutted, shaking his head.  The older man felt like he was on autopilot as he sauntered over and put his hands on his assistant’s shoulders, giving them a gentle kneading before they drifted down to the chiseled pecs below.  Sean felt an instinctive rush of anxiety over the fact that he was groping an employee in his office, but the glow of Johnathan’s smile burned it away.  “Do you think I canceled them because I wanted to talk about work today,” he asked, popping the buttons on the top half of the other man’s shirt.  “We’re only supposed to be here long enough for you to grab your files, then it’s off to the gym.”

“I know, but…” Jonathan trailed off in a sigh when Sean leaned in and began kissing the base of his neck, slowly working his mouth lower across the smooth, impressive pecs as he spread the other man’s shirt open.  “...I thought we could multitask,” he finally said, his fingers softly stroking through the older man’s golden hair as his boss’s tongue found its way to one of his nipples.

“Always such a diligent young man,” Sean purred, his hand gliding down to begin kneading the front of Johnathan’s pants.  He squeezed the twitching mound until it went rigid, then slipped a hand into the younger man’s pants to fish the aching rod free.  Sean had never seen it before, had never even stopped to think about it, but the sight of the thick, impressively long organ struck him as entirely familiar.  It felt perfectly at home against his palm as he gave it a few gentle tugs, his head spinning as he tried to process what was happening.  It wasn’t just the way he was dressed that Sean couldn’t wrap his head around; it was the way he felt.  He fucked in the dark.  He let other people make the first move.  While he was confident and commanding in a boardroom, he was usually anything but in the bedroom.  It was one of the things he’d hoped to change.  Yet there he was, positively radiating smug, self-assured charm as he worked Johnathan over.  “You know I love to reward hard work.”

“Then how come you’re still dressed,” the younger man purred, slipping a hand into the front of Sean’s pointless shorts to squeeze the equally-hard organ inside.

Instead of blushing the way he normally would have, the stocky stud just grinned as he watched Johnathan fish his fat, stout cock free.  He popped his hips to work the thick pole through the other man’s soft hand, grinding their oozing heads together while he casually stripped out of his crop top.  He tossed it aside and stepped back, turning away from his assistant and slowly exposing his rear as he tugged the shorts down, shaking and bouncing the plump mounds in the process.  “Better,” he asked, looking back over his shoulder with a coy grin.

“Much,” Jonathan growled, darting forward and wrapping his arms around the older man from behind.  As he had while inspecting himself, Sean once again felt the sensation of probing fingers biting into his softer frame, only this time he didn’t hate it.  He relished it.  Even the sight of his naked, writhing reflection in the mirror, wrapped in the younger hunk’s arms, brought none of the usual insecurities.  Only excitement.  Sean was so worked up that he didn’t notice the fingers biting into him less and less.  He felt the increasing pressure, but he thought Johnathan was simply squeezing him harder, or that it was the result of his own throbbing arousal.  He certainly didn’t expect to find his body going firm.

Sean gasped when he finally noticed the increased definition spreading across his squirming body, understanding why it took a moment to sink in.  He wasn’t becoming lean and tapering like Johnathan, like he’d always wanted, and his body wasn’t getting any smaller.  But it was getting harder.  Instead of soft and paunchy, Sean’s prominent midsection now stood out as a lumpy muscle gut, the pecs resting on top now full and heavy with supple muscle.  The same went for his rounded shoulders and piston arms, for his thick, tree-trunk thighs and gravity-defying globes that had become his ass.  Instead of round and flabby his cheeks were firm and spherical, oversized even for his brawny new body.  But he didn’t care.  He somehow knew Johnathan liked a heaping booty, just like he knew all the things the other man loved to do to one.

Sean’s thickened soda can of a cock surged at the thought.  The burly, muscle-daddy body he’d acquired may not have been the one he’d dreamt of for himself, but he was more than ready to make the younger man’s dreams come true.  He spun in Johnathan’s arms and dropped to his knees, taking his assistant’s pants with him before swallowing the entirety of the bobbing cock in front of him.  Sean loved how the other man whimpered and moaned, how the firm little cheeks felt flexing against his clutching hands.  He loved how heavy his own inflated rear felt, and the way his expanded body rubbed against itself as he squirmed on his knees.  Sean would have been perfectly content to spend the rest of the afternoon in that position, wanting nothing more than to make the younger man happy, but he knew that wasn’t what Johnathan really wanted.  He reluctantly pulled his lips away from the glistening rod, his heart racing when he watched the brunette beauty shuck his shirt and toss it aside.  “You going to talk to me about the account while fucking me senseless,” Sean asked as he rolled over and presented his plump cheeks.  He let out a low moan when Johnathan draped against him and slowly worked inside, the floor of his office swallowing the sound.

“You would think of that as pillow talk, wouldn’t you,” the younger man laughed, slowly building up steam.

“You’re the…one…who…wanted to…multitask…” Sean groaned, the words punctuated by deep whimpers. Jonathan’s trim hips were like rhythmic pistons, slamming into him over and over, causing his heavy pecs and heavier rear to bounce and ripple with each impact.

“We can…talk about it…later…at home…” the younger man grunted.

“Like I’m…going to…let you focus…there…either…” Sean sputtered, his head filling with the new memories.  He hadn’t just become a muscle daddy, he’d become a sugar daddy, doting over his young assistant.  Whatever Johnathan wanted he provided, either with his money or his buff new body, spoiling the other man as much as possible.  To his credit, Johnathan never acted entitled or took advantage, which only made Sean want to give him even more.  It sometimes embarrassed the younger man, but that was all part of the fun.  Johnathan was adorable when he blushed.  And one of them had to.  The uninhibited, supremely confident Sean never did, whether he was strutting around their house in a state of perpetual nudity, or sauntering around in public in the too-small, purposely revealing clothes that he knew Johnathan loved so much.  If he’d still been able, the old Sean would have felt a rush of embarrassment at the sudden memories of himself walking around the office in a painted-on polo and skin-tight slacks, his juicy muscle tits, fat cock, and even fatter rear fully accentuated by the undersized outfits.  The look skirted the line of what was appropriate for the workplace, but it was his company after all.

“You…are…impossible…” the young hunk grunted, nearing the edge.

“What am I…supposed to…do…when I’ve got…such a sexy…little…boy..toyyyyYYYUUUHHH!”  Sean spasmed and howled as his untouched log erupted, the enlarged organ spraying like a firehose.  His violent shudders pulled Johnathan over the edge behind him, and the older man relished the sensation of the warm loads hitting his insides.  As they collapsed in a pile on the floor, Sean wasn’t so certain anything had gone wrong after all.  Ending up as a bottom-heavy muscle daddy helplessly in love with his young assistant hadn’t been his original intent, but if there had been a glitch in the Code Breaker’s program, maybe it was for the best.

“You’re definitely the boy-toy in this relationship,” Jonathan said, leaning over to give Sean a kiss on the top of his head.

“What?  Yeah, right,” the older man said with mock offense.  “In your dreams.”

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Voting Options

Option 1: An arrogant fitness influencer has their best features exaggerated and begins putting them on display, and to use, wherever they go. (muscle growth, butt growth, stripped, cock growth)

Option 2: A man who’s a devout power bottom wants to take things even further, but he doesn’t want to have to deal with the social stigma of surgery. (butt growth, P2V, stripped)

Option 3: A judgemental hunk who’s always looking down on people based on their appearance is suddenly forced to look up at them, from a wide, squat new frame. (shrinking, muscle growth)

Option 4: A handsome, charlatan psychic starts having visions of himself dressing, acting, and talking in a very different manner, until he can’t tell where the visions end and reality begins. (stripped, voice change)