Wanting a break from the chaos of the supernatural world, alpha werewolf Derek Hale figured that it would be best to move him and Stiles out of Beacon Hills to live a semi-normal life. Unfortunately for Derek, that involved getting a 9-to-5 job at a corporate office, which led to his days being filled with monotonous emails and meetings.
Still, Derek knew that it was part of the grind, so he kept his head down and tried his best to earn a living so that he could provide for Stiles and live a comfortable life.
That's why when he heard that his boss, the mysterious Mr. Buchanan, was looking for a new personal assistant, Derek jumped at the opportunity and quickly submitted his name.
The interview itself wasn't too bad, just involving Derek and the strange older man speaking about work expectations and details about the position; however, probably due to his werewolf senses, Derek had been well aware of the staring problem that his boss had. Both of the older man's eyes seemed to had been superglued to the tight button-down short that Derek had worn, a fact that the gruff werewolf wasn't oblivious to.
Still, despite the awkward interview, Derek was pleased when he heard that he'd gotten the position. Being Mr. Buchanan's personal assistant would bring a significant raise, so Derek was over the moon. The exact second he saw the welcome email in his inbox, the hunk eagerly clicked on the link.
The second Derek clicked on the link, he felt a tingling sensation run over his body. His muscles tensed up in unison, looking like he was flexing as he gritted his teeth in shock, wondering what was happening.
Before Derek could react, a loud rip echoed out throughout the small office cubicle he worked in. The sound was soon followed by a heavy sensation across his chest, like there was a massive weight on his torso, weighing him down slightly.
Instinctively, Derek looked down at himself, his eyes bugging out of his skull as his view of anything south was blocked by a pair of immense, hairy muscletits that protruded far out in front of him like balloons. They pushed themselves out of his shirt, jutting out into the open for all to gawk at. They completely obscured his view and jiggled wildly every movement he made. He could barely see the tips of his nubby nipples as they stuck out in the air.
Derek was stunned silent, reaching up with shaky hand to palm his enormous pecs. His beefy hands seemed small compared to the hairy muscle balloons, and Derek's face turned cherry red when he gave his inflated pecs a tentative squeeze--
"Mmmm!" the stunned man couldn't help but moan out, his cock instantly tenting his pants noticeably. Just palming his huge tits had sent a shiver of pleasure throughout the werewolf that he'd never felt before.
Panicking over what happened to him, Derek panted, his massive pectorals heaving in front of him as he tried to figure out what was happening to him. He was so caught up in trying to figure out what he was going to do with giant pecs that had grown at least four times their normal size that he didn't notice the new email that popped up on his screen, from his new boss.
I prefer my assistants to have a certain image, Mr. Hale. I'm sure you'll adjust just fine. I'm looking forward to having you be my new assistant!
In his shock, Derek stood up from his chair, having to arch his back to account for the immense weight of his new muscletits. This only served to shove them out into the air even more. He took one step forward, and Derek winced at how much his pecs bounced and jiggled, demanding attention. Worse was that every little movement he made sent darts of pleasure straight to his aching cock.
He knew that he should confront Mr. Buchanan and demand that he change him back, but instead, the top-heavy Derek rushed home to tell Stiles the good news about his new position, and to have him play with his new muscletits.
