“And here we have our company workout facility.” Mr. Raylan, the company’s CEO, announced proudly in the crackly voice of an old man. As he passed the water cooler by the entrance, he filled up two disposal paper cones: one for him, and one for his new hire, Ken.
He was giving his new hire a tour of the facility, but he had been eyeing him all day long. He stood there for a moment looking at Ken as if he was in deep thought. He threw his head back and downed the contents of his paper cone in one gulp. He walked over to one of the lockers and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, taking his dress pants off and putting on the others right in front of his new hire. Ken just stood awkwardly and sipped at his cup as his new boss exposed himself. Suddenly, Mr. Raylan arched his back backwards until it cracked loudly. For the first time that day, it looked as though Mr. Raylan was standing upright instead of hunched over like the very old man he was.
“It’s important to get your lifting in for the day, don’t you think? Otherwise you’ll grow soft and old,” Mr. Raylan said to his newly hired assistant as he rolled up his sleeves and tucked in his shirt. He was a couple of feet away, but Ken could swear he saw his body begin to press against the fabric of his shirt and his skin and hair take on a slightly more youthful complexion. “It’s incredibly important to me to remain active, spry. Of course, I started this business as a means of giving men a way to fulfill fantasies with my little miracle pills,” he paused in his delivery and flexed an arm with intensity. Ken was watching it puff up, but it continued puffing up larger and larger with muscle as he held the pose. “But it’s also a means of defying the aging process itself. You see, I…” As he continued chatting, his chest was starting to broaden and his skin and hair definitely took on a more youthful appearance, his skin deepening to a warm tan and his hair growing darker and darker. The only times Ken was able to stop and focus was when Mr. Raylan intermittently paused to flex and grow some more. His arms and chest were exploding in his dress shirt with hard muscle, forcing him to lurch this way and that as his muscles swelled and his aging reversed, and his assistant’s jaw just dropped. He went from a thin as a rail, aging executive to a thick 30-something in a matter of seconds and it didn’t even seem to phase him.
“Work is important, yes, but working out keeps the body good and strong, right Ken?” he started twisting and stretching as his body continued to look younger and younger, and more powerful too. “I like a good, strong body, and I think you will too.”
“U-uhm.. s-sir?” Ken sputtered.
“Yes, Ken?” Mr. Raylan answered as his thighs started to test the limits of his pants by swelling up like huge tree trunks. Ken was getting insanely hard.
“Is this… What did—..” Ken wrapped a hand around his throat in surprise as his voice dropped and deepened considerably.
“You didn’t think I was going to work out alone, did you? You’re my assistant, after all. Assist me.” Mr. Raylan said matter of factly as his own cock noticeably swelled and hardened within his pants.
Ken looked down at his paper cone of water and dropped it. Had he been drugged?? This company was supposed to make just pills, but they seemed to have put their product in the gym water cooler. He saw a single occupancy bathroom in the far corner of the workout room and he ran towards it. He threw the door open and bolted inside.
“Enjoy it in there, Ken! I know I will,” Mr. Raylan said with a wide smile as he walked over to the water cooler to fill his cup up again.
Ken slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, but his eyes turned their focus on his hand. It seemed to be getting larger and more rugged, and a thick vein was rising to the surface on the back of his hand. He held up his other hand and noticed that it too was growing. He groaned with worry, his voice deepening even further, as he noticed his forearms beginning to press against his dress shirt as they swelled underneath.
His upper arms, shoulders, and biceps followed, growing absurdly huge under his dress shirt and causing the seems to tear, exposing his newly veiny arms and tattoos underneath. He could hear his conservative mother lecturing in his head, ‘Don’t show your tattoos at work or you can kiss your job goodbye!’ That was the least of his problems at this point. He could hear the dull sounds of bone cracking under flesh and he could feel his back broadening and thickening under his strained dress shirt as it felt like his head was lifted up from his shoulders by unseen hands, lengthening and widening his neck and making his Adam’s apple protrude further outward.
Now becoming thrilled with the way he was starting to look, Ken giggled as he watched himself grow in the mirror. He had to have been half a foot taller than he was when he entered the bathroom. His chest started spreading wider, causing his buttons to stretch across his frame, and they quickly began to pop off and clink against the mirror as his pecs started swelling with a rolling procession of pumps and rounding out. Between his huge guns and his impressive rack, his shirt gave up and split down the sides and the back, falling off his body in sheets. He breathlessly chuckled at himself as his muscle tits began to pump larger and larger, and he brought his hands up to squeeze and fondle himself. As he felt himself up, his sides and abs rose up from his formerly thin frame and hardened against his tight skin, and a mouthwatering V formed at the bottom of his torso, giving him a fantastic set of cum gutters. ‘Cum gutters.’ He’d always loved the phrase and for the first time in his life he had some.
Next, he bent over the counter in a pleasured groan as he could feel his ass begin to involuntarily jiggle behind him. With each jiggle, Ken could feel his ass lifting, rounding, and hardening against his dress pants, and he could feel air between his crack as his rounded ass pushed the pants away from his waist. He could feel a thudding sensation in his legs, like after running a long distance, and watched as his thighs and calves flexed larger and larger with pure muscle, shredding his already tight pants as they grew leaving him in nothing but his boxers, which had already began to split down the side as his tree trunk thighs met with his huge ass.
“Oohh f—oooh fuuuuuck yeah,” he moaned deeply as he could feel his nubby cock start swelling almost painfully larger in his boxers. He swore he could hear a deep chuckle from behind the door. His boxers exploded off of him and his cock rocketed forward as it instantly gained several inches in length and bursted larger in girth. He grabbed his nuts as they pounded painfully against his sack, tripling in size in a matter of seconds. Unable to control himself and feeling like he’d been edging for 24 hours, Ken’s cock and balls lost all agency and unloaded all over the bathroom floor. He just kept spurting and spurting and spurting, making a mess of the bathroom floor in front of him until he mustered up the strength to stumble over to the sink, where he aimed his cock and thrusted his hips against the countertop as he continued unloading.
After what felt like 2 whole minutes of nonstop cumming, Ken looked down in surprise to see that the sink was almost full to the brim. His seed was draining in a lazy, bubbling fashion, but it would take some time for the sink to empty completely. It smelled completely divine, so he stuck a cupped hand into the basin of the sink and slurped from his hand, like a hunter at a stream. The taste was to die for and he even considered bending over to lap up what remained in the sink like a dog with scraps. He shook off his newly huge cock and sauntered over to the toilet, aiming into the bowl and pissing like a waterfall. As he voided his bladder, his mind raced about what just transpired and, despite the circumstances, surprised and embarrassed at himself for nutting at work on his first day.
He wrapped a hand up in toilet paper and bent over to start scrubbing his jizz off the floor when he noticed a folded pair of exercise shorts being fed through the crack in the door.
“No nudity in the office, my boy!” he heard a thunderously deep voice say from the other side of the door. “Much to my chagrin, too. I would prefer to run my business the way I want to, but alas HR won’t allow it…” The voice concluded, seemingly to itself.
Ken picked up the shorts and held them in front of him. They looked larger than even his current size, but fortunately they had a drawstring. As he tied the shorts around his waist, he finally got a good look at himself in front of the mirror.
Goddamn, he was a masterpiece! His body curved and bulged in all the right places, places he’d never grown muscle in his life. This must be the company’s coveted “Jock Out” series, judging by both its affects on him and on the aging Mr. Raylan. He’d only tried the cock growth series a few times in college—with mixed results too, once growing an unwieldy 3 footer that his partner could do nothing with and once accidentally making his partner vomit all over him by activating his gag reflex with his artificially big dick—but he’d never dipped into any of the company’s other products. Judging by this experience, Ken considered broadening his horizons.
He bent over and fished his phone out of his shredded dress pants, opening up Instagram. He hardly ever posted on his account, but if anything qualified as a ‘grammable moment,’ this was it.
He felt like he should caption it something dumb like, “New job, who dis” but decided on leaving it captionless for the surprise to his family and friends. He had to leave the bathroom at some point, he knew, but he couldn’t help but keep admiring the way the grey shorts captured his bulge.
Knowing he couldn’t keep his new employer waiting, Ken nervously, slowly opened the bathroom door. Standing at the opposite end of the company gym was this absolutely shredded beast of a man. A dress shirt was sitting in tatters at his feet and his sweatpants were obscenely tight on him. He was posing a little and looking over himself, like a sommelier critiquing a glass of wine.
As if sensing Ken’s presence, he looked up and beamed, “Ah, Ken, my boy! Damn… I must say, you look absolutely ravishing, if you’ll forgive the complement.”
“Mr. ….” Ken paused again, surprised at the sound of his new, deep voice. “Mr. Raylan??” Ken wasn’t even trying to hide the impossible-to-hide erection in his shorts, brought on by both himself and the specimen before him.
The hunky Mr. Raylan spread his arms out like Jesus Christ, “In the flesh, Ken!” he lowered his arms and walked over to wear Ken was standing with a confident swagger. “And that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Flesh. Pounds and pounds of flesh, willing spirits and weak flesh.. Sins of the flesh.” He reached a hand out and cupped Ken’s newly massive erection while Ken shuddered at the hunk’s touch. “I’ve devoted my life to allowing every man to experience all sorts of pleasures, whatever he desires. I’m an agent of pleasure, and I’m damn good at it too. You see, Ken,” Mr. Raylan let go of Ken’s erection and hooked his hands under the waistband along both sides of Ken’s hips and tugged down, letting the shorts fall to the floor, leaving Ken completely nude and his huge cock bobbing rigidly in the air. Ken was frozen, loving every second and curious as to what comes next. Mr. Raylan cupped Ken’s balls, barely able to fit in his palm, and felt them roll between his fingers as Ken exhaled in a groan. “I want this to be… more than a job. More than a measly stop along the road on your occupational track. I think we can make each other very happy, professionally and in all other manners. Don’t you agree?”
Mr. Raylan, himself a massive beast of a man by any definition, then began worshipping the much smaller but still beefy Ken, stroking up under his cock, squeezing a handful of Ken’s pecs, using his hand to guide Ken’s arm up prompting him to flex while Mr. Raylan squeezed his biceps. Ken grinned and bounced his new pecs for his new boss. Mr. Raylan grinned back, continuing to worship Ken.
“I agree completely, Mr. Raylan.” Ken said deeply as he moved in closer, putting a hand against Raylan’s face and pressing their open mouths together, each of their tongues tangling and swapping fluids. From this vantage, Ken could appreciate the size and power of his new employer, his newly huge body still feeling tiny in comparison as they grinded their bodies together, huge muscle rubbing against even huger muscle.
They were interrupted by the sound of the door to the company gym opening. Ken reacted much more strongly to the inclusion, backing up very quickly and covering himself as best as he could with not much success. Mr. Raylan simply started lowering his sweatpants.
“Gordon! Glad you could make it, come in, come in. And you’ve come prepared! Fantastic.”
A tall, ripped specimen of a man entered the room. He had pecs and shoulders and a general, all-around musculature that would put any model to shame, with a hefty package that jiggled with each step nestled between his legs to boot. He was texting on his phone and not looking up to acknowledge to his welcome but replied in a deep monotone.
“Any time, Mr. Raylan, always glad to be of assistance.”
Ken studied the man closer as he walked in, finalizing whatever text or email was on his phone. The man finally looked up, locking his phone and putting it down on one of the benches next to him. As soon as Ken saw the severe eyebrows and piercing blue eyes of the man, he knew.
“Mr… Mr. Schultz?!” Ken gasped.
“Ah, observant!” Gordon Schultz quipped with a smirk. He was the CFO of the company and Ken had met him no more than an hour earlier. Well, this was a 50 years younger, jacked as hell Mr. Schultz, but it was him nonetheless.
Mr. Raylan wrapped an arm around and clapped Mr. Schultz on his meaty shoulder, “Gordon’s been with me in the company since the beginning. Best damn partner a guy could ask for. Plus he’s got a smooth mouth, a tight ass, and a pecker that would make Zeus blush!” Mr. Raylan used his free hand to grab Mr. Schultz by the package and shook it around to emphasize his point, laughing as he did. Mr. Schultz just remained looking at Ken and smiled, waggling his tongue out and winking his way. Ken couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’ve changed a bit as well, I see, but you must be Kenneth. Pleasure to have you with us, my boy,” Mr. Schultz extended a hand and Ken took it, surprised by the impressive grip.
“Pleasures all mine, sir,” Ken responded deeply, getting lost in Mr. Schultz’s blue eyes, “And it’s just Ken.”
“Well then, Ken,” Mr. Schultz stepped forward and took Ken’s cock in his hand. “Would you prefer to fuck or get sucked?”
Ken was taken aback, “S-sorry?”
“Fuck or get sucked, stud? Simple questions demand simple answers,” he admonished playfully.
Ken just grinned and shrugged awkwardly, “I suppose get sucked?”
“Excellent choice,” Mr. Raylan interjected, removing his sweatpants. Ken’s heart dropped as he watched the pants fall while the cock just kept extending and extending and extending, finally coming to an end a few inches above Mr. Raylan’s knees. His thighs and calves were impossibly huge specimens all on their own, but Ken’s new boss’s cock made him feel like he was in the presence of a king. Mr. Schultz bent over and pulled his underwear to the floor, giving Ken another glimpse at an impossibly huge piece of meat between the CFO’s legs.
Mr. Schultz could sense Ken’s shock, “What, you’re the only one allowed to be nude around here?”
Mr. Raylan interrupted, tugging the thick hose between his legs and walking back towards the water cooler, “I intend to give all of my highly favored employees a proper welcome to our company. This, Ken, is yours.” He walked back over to where Ken was standing and extended a cup towards him, this one full to the brim. Mr. Schultz was positioning himself on his hands and knees on one of the benches next to them.
Ken looked down at the cup excitedly and then back up at Mr. Raylan as he positioned himself behind Mr. Schultz. Raylan playfully gave Gordon’s ass a few slaps and spat down into Gordon’s crack.
“What do I—…” Ken began but was quickly answered.
“I want you to Eiffel Tower with two of the most powerful men in the world as I watch you swell into a beast.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t?” Mr. Raylan joked. “I want you to really enjoy this, though. Let the power flow through you, give into it. Grow into a god, make me jealous as you skull fuck your CFO.”
“Now there’s a story you can tell around the table,” Mr. Schultz joked and mildly squinted as Mr. Raylan entered him from behind. “Now enough talk, Ken. Feed me your cock.”
Ken was happy to oblige. He walked up to the grinning Mr. Schultz as Gordon stuck out is tongue and licked up Ken’s shaft, sending a shiver up his spine, and fed the rest of Ken’s meat inside with his tongue. Mr. Raylan was already fucking Schultz from behind with a steady rhythm. Ken watched the muscles in Raylan’s lower torso flex and relax over and over as he pounded deeply into Mr. Schultz. Mr. Schultz was working Ken’s shaft and balls unbelievably well that he almost forgot his paper cone.
He looked down at the paper cone and then back up at Mr. Raylan, who gave him a nod as he panted as thrusted over and over into Mr. Schultz. Ken smirked and downed the entire contents of the paper cone.
The effects began immediately. He could feel his body pushing up and out from the inside, his skin growing red hot and sweaty, his teeth gritted, the skin on his cock and balls feeling impossibly tight. He looked down and swore he could see the outline of his cock thrusting in and out of Schultz’s throat, becoming thicker and thicker, longer and longer. He could tell by his line of vision that he was growing taller and taller, surpassing even Schultz and Raylan in size. He felt himself swelling larger and brought both arms up and flexed powerfully as his arms, chest, abs, and shoulders thundered abnormally huge under his stretched, veiny skin. Everything in the gym began to look smaller and smaller to him as he became more beast than man.
“Welcome to Raylan Industries, Ken, my boy!” Mr. Raylan called up to the grunting, swelling giant in front of him, as Ken brought his hands back down to grip both sides of Mr. Schultz’s face and began to skull fuck him.
Several hours later, all three men emerged from the gym door, sweaty, smelly, and spent from their time, the gym door completely fogged up. Mr. Raylan and Mr. Schultz were walking and talking, laughing heartily intermittently and reminiscing on the past. Each of them were beginning to revert back to their normal selves, not at all the frail old men Ken met at the beginning of the day, but certainly looking more like two hunky mature daddies rather than porn stars.
Ken, on the other hand, was still huge. Not the size he attained the first time of several times the three of them fucked, but about the same size he was when he emerged from the bathroom hours ago. He was pretty sure he has quadrupled his body weight that day and dumped several quarts of cum, but he was positively glowing. This was better than any employment situation he could’ve dreamed of.
He looked back into the cum-soaked gym, feeling guilty for the cleaning staff but somehow sure that they were used to this.
“Come along, Ken!” Mr. Raylan called from the end of the hall by the elevator. “The gym will still be there tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day…”
Ken grinned and turned in a jog to catch back up with the CEO and CFO, feeling the still unfamiliar weight of his body and his chest and jiggling with every landing of his feet. He stood between the two men as the elevator began closing, Mr. Schultz squeezing Ken’s ass and Mr. Raylan wrapping his arms around Ken’s shoulders to tease his chest and his nipple. He grinned and chuckled with the admiration.
Ken knew he was going to really, really enjoy working here.
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