Archie in need of a job, Junior in need of a lesson, and Teddy in need of a tip wander into the penthouse of Zenith Incorporated. None return the same as they're shaped into the perfect masculine, horny, corporate officers this company needs.
Quite a steamy one! These three men are shot up the corporate ladder as the years fly by and hair packs on. Hope you enjoy this trio of TFs! -Occam
Archie had been worn into nothing from looking for a proper job. Ever since he had a university degree in hand, life had been nothing more but rejection after rejection. Interviews where companies already had candidates in mind and resume paper trails going nowhere.
Zenith Inc. He didn’t even remember applying, he doesn’t know a thing about the company or even the position they’re talking about. But when the email says they’ll pay him for his time interviewing, there is no question in his mind that he’ll be there ready for whatever humiliation must await.
Arriving early Monday morning for an interview, every clearly suspicious sign and stark red flag is ignored as Archie is ushered into an elevator to meet directly with the CEO. Looking at his cheap suit he prepares to be laughed right back down to the lobby. The smile plastered on his face could not be more nervous as he sees the elevator climb to a height he didn’t realize that buildings went to.
The CEO’s suite atop Zenith’s main campus is opulent beyond Archie’s wildest dreams. Stepping on the polished marble floor in his slightly scuffed dress shoes, the perpetually unemployed grad feels with certainty that some mistake has been made. And then he sees the man himself.
Severe beyond measure, Archie nearly dissolves under the weathered man’s withering stare. After a beat, the CEO clears his throat and takes off his suit jacket to carefully set it on the chair behind him, directing Archie to do the same. Unveiling his sweat stained and obviously wrinkled shirt to a man who could buy everything Archie’s ever touched without lifting a finger, Archie is self-conscious more than his mind can handle.
“So, Archibald. I presume you know why you’re here.”
Nerves anything but assuaged, it takes more than a few seconds for Archie to muster the confidence to speak. Thoughts about the right thing to say or how best to present himself are simply out of the question. His voice cracks as he responds with less confidence than he’d muster ordering coffee.
“Uhm it’s Archie AHCK-tually- Ah! Sorry! I think there must be a mistake, I was here for an interview?”
Shaking his head, the man’s stoic face doesn’t give a single hint to what thoughts lay beyond his spotless brow. “On the contrary Archibald. You’re hired. Though this,” he gestures to Archie’s full form, “meekness will need to be dealt with, don't you think?”
Archie’s mind blue screens at hearing he’s secured a job that he’s still unsure he applied for. Doing his best to fulfill the CEO’s orders he puffs out his thin chest to little effect. “Of course, um, sir. And that position is?”
There’s a crackle in the air as the daunting man stands and adjusts his tie. Watching as he does so, Archie is suddenly filled with a certainty that the man before him has no name. No identity beyond that title, CEO. Despite his clear, overwhelming presence in the room, there is an edge of unreality around his hairy hands and wide shoulders. And then he speaks.
“You are to be my replacement Archibald. Congratulations.”
The words hit like a bullet in his mind, Impossible. He’s a nobody, freshly twenty five he’s never even held an office administrator position. This must be some prank, and yet when the CEO raises one of his meaty hands to shake, Archie finds he has no recourse but to meet it with his own thin bony fingers.
He tries to speak but his throat dries up and tongue falls flat as his sweaty palm is grasped. Unsure if this is a nightmare or a dream, Archie is frozen in place as his shaky eyes slowly soften. Thoughts slow to a crawl as he makes eye contact with the CEO and sees his own pacified face reflected in the man’s pupils.
“Very well. About time to shape you from a blank slate into a man. Pardon the tongue.”
Lucidity briefly reawakens as the CEO lets go and Archie’s hands fall to his sides. And then the older man reaches up to his chin and leans in, pulling him into a kiss. It’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. The tongue dancing in his mouth feels him with the sensation that there’s nothing more right in the world than what is about to happen.
The scratchy beard on his face makes him long for some facial hair of his own, and at the same time the faint memory of growing his first beard flits into his mind. But, that was several decades ago, was it not? Feeling the ability to move slowly returning, he raises his hands and reaches to feel his own face, only, he’s not sure which of the two is his own face.
Moaning into the man’s mouth, Archie’s body reflexively twitches and gyrates with every heavy thrust and breath. He feels the man’s meaty hand yank on his hair and pull away as he recalls countless strands washing away throughout the years as his hairline thins.
The cheap dress shirt sticks to his skin as he leans into the man’s kiss. With every passing moment he begins to fill it out further. From the moment he was hired he made sure to spend time in the gym, nothing matters more than being a model of mature masculinity. As stubble slowly etches itself onto his face in pursuit of a beard, thick curls race to cover a chest that always hides behind his pressed button ups.
He feels the CEO’s head abandon his mouth and seek bounty elsewhere, tongue dragging across his new beard and down a thicker neck. His rough hands clench at Arch’s arms as they continue to flail into biceps, thick veins trailing down their length as his forearms are peppered with a jungle of hair thicker than what remains on his head.
Arch’s hips rut into the CEO as his thighs rapidly balloon to fill his dress pants to their breaking point. Heavy cock in his pants throbbing with need, the seams stand little chance against the new CEO bursting into existence. When the CEO at last finds the wanting cock dripping pre onto the pristine floor of his office, Arch’s dark eyes roll back into his head as he releases a load containing every shred of who he once was.
Memories of struggling to find a job are anathema to the man who is now the CEO of Zenith Incorporated. Petty pleasantries like video games and fantasy novels are washed away as an expensive button up knits its way around his wide shoulders and heavy chest, never truly hiding the hard nipples underneath or the thick cannons at its side.
Coming to, he wipes the drool from his beard and wonders why he’s so sweaty sitting at his desk. The chair creaks under Archibald as he looks around and struggles to understand the strange sense of unease filling him. Thick brow furrowed he scratches at his head and frowns as he has the strangest feeling he should feel more head there, thicker hair.
Doing so his cock twitches and he smirks, perhaps he’s thinking of one of the many other gardens of fur that cover him. Sniffing he can smell the faintest hint of his musk under the waves of expensive cologne that he now always douses himself in daily.
Briefly, as he indulges in the feeling of his thick arms and thicker thighs straining his clothes, he imagines taking time out of his busy schedule to rub one out, but as he checks the docket he reconsiders. It would certainly not befit a man of his esteem to waste such time, let alone seed. Archibald does a double take at the thought and in the back of his mind feels with certainty that there will be a time for such activity coming sooner than he’d think.
Scanning the docket for the day Archibald is shocked to find just how busy his morning is. Interviews for both a new COO and CFO, he can scarcely believe how he allowed both positions to be vacant at once. Though the pride in his thick chest would never allow him to admit fault. Who knows how better to lead Zenith than himself of course. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
When Ken Junior arrives in the lobby of Zenith Incorporated, he does so in a drastically different manner than Archie did what may as well be a lifetime ago. Gleaming white smile, the self-proclaimed scion walks around as if he already owns the place. Treating every employee he bumps into as if they were privileged from being in his presence, the fratty young man leaves behind a trail of unimpressed held tongues in his wake.
Checking his appearance in the gleaming elevator doors, when Junior heard he’s to meet with the CEO it made more sense than anything in the world. After all, who else would be worthy of delivering him whatever surefire ticket to where he belongs. Smirking, he haughtily wonders if the CEO is simply ushering in his replacement.
No self-reflection is done as Junior rides his way up to Archibald’s suite. Halfway up he takes a tongue out selfie to send a pic to his bros, ‘ya boi’s goin’ to the big leagues- better hope he doesnt forget ya’ before complaining. “Ugh this elevator’s got shitty service… Gonna have to fix that when I’m in charge.”
As soon as Archibald sees Junior wander out of the elevator without looking up, he has a far guess of what is to come. When he starts filming the suite and talking to himself about what he’s going to change and get rid of when this is his office, the CEO’s estimations are confirmed.
He waits for some time for the young man to come to his senses and stop what he’s doing of his own accord, but the brat simply keeps going. When at last he clears his throat and directs Ken to put his phone down, he rolls his eyes and scoffs to himself before acquiescing. Archibald may as well see red. Clearing his throat and speaking with authority as his voice crackles ever so slightly deeper with age, he speaks up.
“I’ll have you know Kendall. I only agreed to see you today as a favor to your old man.”
Itching to pull out his phone again, Kendall simply pouts his lips, “It’s just Ken.” Archibald ignores him
“He and I were Βeta Delta Alpha men you know. Pity he seems to have not instilled that level of diligence in his progeny.”
“Woah woah woah- I’ll have you know I was the ΒΔΑ chapter president, dude. I mean, obviously, I put every other member to shame.” Half-smirking Ken’s oblivious to Archibald’s eye twitch. The commanding man slamming his meaty fists into the table does not escape his notice.
“That’s enough, dude...”
Junior prepares to say something smarmy in return, perhaps suggesting he’s going to report Archibald to some higher authority or even to his father, unaware that he’ll take the CEO’s side any day of the week. But before that he looks up and for the first time makes eye contact with the CEO, and all that proud willpower and self-aggrandization immediately washes away.
For the first time in as long as he can remember, Junior feels completely on the backfoot. He has talked his way out of anything, waved his name as authority over any inconvenience. Bought his way out of sticky situations and paid to have lesser men put in them. Under the gaze of Archibald he feels as frail as a wet paper bag.
And then the CEO smirks. Watching the once-proud man’s lip quiver as he’s overpowered, outranked, he feels his cock twitch against his dress pants. “Floor.” Ken’s chest flutters with the command as he feels shame, feels weak in a manner he never has before. Head tilted down, the man immediately falls to his knees and rolls onto the floor, almost squirming as he hears Archibald undo his belt and stomp around the desk.
Looking up at the cock now unfurled above him, his mouth falls open as he feels deep, compulsive, need. Want. Ken’s eyes stare longingly at the thick rod now dripping pre onto a suit that cost as much as a down payment on a lesser man’s car. But he doesn’t think of such things anymore, no. All he thinks about is servicing this man. His boss.
Almost as soon as the CEO’s hands grace his cock does he begin spewing a load down across Ken’s face and upper body. Grunting, Archibald rests against his desk and ruts into the air to spread his seed across the lesser man’s form. Doing so, experiencing ecstasy, his mind flashes as it is filled with memories of the man beneath him. Corralling such a boorish asshole into his right hand.
Feeling the CEO’s cum drip onto his face and jacket, Ken feels it soak into the very essence of his being. Splattering across his slightly unshaven face, his blushing cheeks burn with an itch as rapidly five o’clock shadow shades his face, connecting his patchy stubble, never to leave again.
Every square inch of skin exposed to air rapidly darkens with fur as he yanks against his tie, tears at his shirt, to try and expose more of his sweaty skin to the dripping delight pouring from the man’s cock. Moaning as he rolls on the floor, he rubs the man’s cum into his few chest hairs and humps into the air as with each pass they must contend with thicker and coarser hair covering his chest.
Muscle packs onto his once lithe build, though never enough to even near the powerful body of his superior. Soon enough Junior looks absolutely unrecognizable. His once waxed body now coated in so much hair that sunlight could never break through. Every inch of his sweaty skin is blanketed in a jungle of body hair that he would certainly have been degusted by in a past life.
No longer a nepo baby his pale skin is tanned from time spent working under the sun, as his shoulders and arms demonstrate all he has earned from that labor. He fills out his clothes as if they were made for no purpose other than to be torn off, for what is underneath to be seen.
Mind filling in the blanks as he contorts on the floor, it does little to abate his ego, despite losing all dignity to the man still standing above him. Kendall worked his way to this position, has he not earned the right to see lessers as they truly are. Though, mind full of images literally and otherwise lapping at the CEO’s feet make it clear that the ever-prideful man is easily prey to a greater man’s will.
When at last he’s given permission to cum his still-whiny voice echoes through the suite. Bratty as he may be, he knows exactly where he stands as the CFO of Zenith Incorporated. Wheeling and dealing and using his body to get anything they need, Kendall is wont to have any man or woman run to their wallet. Though the only pleasure he finds comes at the end of Archibald’s leash. Despite the CEO’s best job at bringing the surely cohort to heel though, he still has a habit of acting out.
And it’s just that he plans to do when both men finally come to in the CEO’s suite, looking at a long list of names for a replacement COO. Awaking with a start, Kendall looks down at his pants in embarrassment expecting there to be a wet stain. With a sigh of relief he finds them dry though with a scathing look from Arch he feels his cock start to twitch and reawaken.
“Kendall, this is important business, we can’t just elevate anyone to, well, the zenith of our company.”
The CFO rolls his eyes and adjusts his pants, as instead of responding to his superior he checks his phone to find food en route.
“What are you? Oh you didn’t.”
Teddy’s already halfway up the elevator with food for the pair of officers. He doesn’t know any better of course, just a man doing his job and wondering if he’ll be tipped enough to make up for the time it takes to get up to this apparent penthouse. Every floor higher he feels slightly more out of place with his sweaty shirt and ratty tennis shoes.
His fretting doesn’t lessen in the slightest when at last he arrives at the top floor to hear the pair of men arguing quite intensely. Trying to escape their notice he kicks himself for not simply leaving the delivery at the front desk, though Kendall’s instructions were quite explicit and demanding.
As he attempts to disappear into the wallpaper, Teddy sees the larger of the pair grab the other by his tie and yank him closer. He can’t quite make out the words, nor would he want to, but by the look of shame on the other’s face clearly it’s intense. Or no, is that shame? Teddy’s eyes flit down to Kendall’s pants and his own face burns with blush as he sees a bulge clear as day in the man’s tight pants.
Regretting more than anything taking this job, Teddy ekes out a “Delivery for Kendall?” and flinches back as both men immediately turn to stare at him. The one who must be in charge directs Teddy to a table and forces a kind smile on his face to hide whatever must be going on with his subordinate.
“Sorry about this kid, you just set that stuff down and I’ll be over with a generous tip in a second!”
Nodding with his own stretched smile, Teddy rushes to obey the clearly important man. As soon as he’s out of sight he hears their argument begin anew, louder now. He doesn’t quite understand what it’s about however as he is suddenly feeling woozy. Tripping over his feet he barely makes it to a table in time to set out the food.
It’s the strangest thing though, when he left the restaurant there were only two meals. Setting out in front of him, clear as day, he finds a third. Beyond worried that he’s somehow fucked up the order of these men that could buy and sell him, Teddy starts to feel lightheaded. Images of Arch’s hand on that tie, of the boner already leaving a small stain in Kendall’s pants, begin to overtake his mind.
His vision going slightly blotchy, Teddy rubs his eyes and looks at his hands to find the impossible. The bright blue polo he wore to be more visible as he biked around bleaching white as it drips lower down his arms. Convinced he’s delusional he watches as sleeves lengthen towards his wrists.
Feeling his legs burning underneath his pants, Teddy forgets himself and where he is and struggles to get them off, barely getting them off past his tennis shoes as they darken. Cheap polyester mesh hardening into black leather, shiny enough to reflect his feverish shape as his jaw seems to sharpen.
No show socks shoot up his legs as tight garters struggle against his thickening thighs. Every muscle in Teddy’s body strains as he finds it harder to breath. Convinced he must have been drugged he fumbles for his phone before his arm twitches with new muscular growth.
Sharp pain twists through his upper body as he tears at his shirt, defined abs and pecs pert beyond perfection glisten under the harsh kitchen lights. Almost hyperventilating in this confined space, Teddy doesn’t know whether to be more concerned about his body growing more muscular, or how the surrounding room begins to feel more familiar by the second.
The feeling of being out of place is forcibly torn from his mind, leaving him with whiplash as the unease remains. His clothes continue reshaping, readjusting with every new twitch of bulging muscle as his apparently ephemeral form settles into an impressively muscular body. Wider feet fill leather shoes to their limit before they grow in turn, briefs pinch and pull on his lengthening cock before expanding just enough to perfectly hug and display his bulge.
Ascending to a role he didn’t even dream of filling, Teddy’s face that has never known peachfuzz suddenly prickles with stubble that took a good deal of dedication to grow. Though being around men like Arch and Kendall has done well to keep his testosterone up. Tilting his head, he isn’t quite sure where that thought came from.
Still, the unfamiliar feeling of a beard on his face is more than enough to distract him from pursuing any loose ends. He rubs his jaw just to feel it prickle against his hand. It makes him feel like a man. When his cock twitches and edges out of his briefs at the idea, he feels himself sink back to the cold floor, speckled in his sweat.
Torn between pawing at his bulge and trying to fight through the strange fog rapidly enveloping his mind, he goes for the former. In no time at all he’s fully masturbating, the argument next door is still ongoing, barely reaching his ears as they do their best to not alert him to their tiff. Theodore smirks as he knows exactly what he’s going to be walking into when he’s done here.
Theodore? Yeah, feels right.
Sinking into his new psyche, every moment of his life before walking into that elevator is reconfigured. Running about town on the whims of people wanting sweet treats and easy dinners washes away as his sole purpose becomes working for Archibald and Zenith Incorporated. The beating heart, the company in one man. Hips tensing as he nears the end of his session, Theodore sees his reflection in the tile and smirks at the man he’s become.
And then he awakens standing in front of food he ordered to be delivered for their lunch. It was just their weekly officer meeting, but Theodore knows how Kendall gets if he goes too long without eating. And he needs this meeting to run like clockwork.
Careful ear he is, Theodore can clearly hear a heated discussion going on between his cohorts in the next room over. Ready to get things going he straightens his outfit and stands to his new height. “Boys boys, no need to fight. There’s more than enough to go around.”
Kendall smirks, “Of our lunch or you?”
Archibald wacks him on the back of his head which does little to still his tongue or soothe his still inflamed passions, “Come now Kendall, we’ve work to do. Get your mind out of the gutter.” Though as he too wanders over to join Theodore there’s a slight waddle in his gait and he readjusts his pants.
So it goes, Theodore knows exactly how these meetings always end up. And is certainly not going to complain, perks of the job and all that. He loosens his own tie as he prepares to get to everything they can manage to get done before instincts take over. After all, with the three of them at the head, Zenith Incorporated has truly entered a new era, and they can’t let the company down.
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