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This little glow up on Massive Monday! Just see how much I’ve grown in the past 3 years!

It showed. Kurt had a body you drooled over- solid arms dusted with the perfect amount of fur, a V-shaped back you swooned whenever you were behind him. Collared shirts barely fit him, his biceps bulging against the sleeves, his chest making the top impossible to button. His manliness was accentuated by the full beard he prided himself in growing.

Still, as his manager, it was your job to make sure the workspace was kept appropriate. The fact that his briefs had become a norm was going to be a problem for you.

What you didn’t expect was when you got a picture text from his number. You opened the chat to look, and immediately felt nervous at the contents. There was no doubt it was a picture of you, in your office with your work shirt on, the logo clearly visible. The one thing that wasn’t on was your pants, you holding your hard cock- a picture you’d taken a while ago but kept on the app.

You had no choice but to step into Kurt’s office.

Kurt looked up, clearly expecting you, leaning back to put his hands behind your head. Your heart skipped a beat looking at his figure, but you had to start.

“Hey, saw what you sent. Wanted to make expectations clear that that was not appropriate and what can be done to avoid taking this issue further.”

Kurt smiled, hearing almost exactly what he’d wanted. “Two things,” He said. “First, my underwear is allowed to dry out since you keep bringing it up.”

You felt pained, no option but to turn a blind eye. Either way would end up in HR, but this one was better.

“Second, since your profile said you love giving oral-” Kurt lowered his arms to the zipper on his pants, quickly unbuttoning and pulling down the waist to expose his commando style. “I want to feel what that’s like.”

You stood there, shocked. You’d considered what he’d tasted like, but never thought for a second he’d be into that. You couldn’t deny your want, your bulge quickly growing. You were too late to stop the drop of saliva from dripping out of your open mouth.

Kurt just smiled, giving his tool a small shake to let it stiffen.

You took a breath. You were going to get it over with. You would do it quick. And you would enjoy it.

You bent down in front of his chair, getting on your knees. Kurt placed his hand on the back of your head- not in a forceful way, but caring, leading you down onto his shaft. You sucked your lips over your teeth, allowing your spit to lube his shaft as his head dragged against the roof of your mouth.

Kurt didn’t trim. His bush surrounded your entire nose, the curls reaching up your cheeks. You weren’t sure how well he showered after the gym, the smell of fresh sweat still remaining on his tool. You enjoyed it.

You supported your arms by laying them across Kurt’s thick thighs, your shoulders holding your head loosely and allowing it to fall. His legs were bigger than you thought, their mass squeezing around you slightly, bringing you closer.

Kurt exhaled on your head as he breathed through his mouth. You tried to stifle a moan as you felt his member toy with the back of your throat. You could tell he enjoyed the vibration, his feeling of control over you. You worked your head back and forth, moving his swollen tip across your tongue. You felt precum draining from him, its taste making its way down your throat.

You couldn’t stop as habit took over. You felt your mind go silent, let nature take control as you made sure he felt pleasure. Kurt twitched under your grasp, your only focus to drain your employee of his cum. His legs flexed harder, his hands gripped your shoulders stronger. You heard him gasp as you succeeded, his cock jumping in your mouth moments before he shot.

More fluid than you expected flooded into your mouth, coating your entire tongue and throat in salt. You stopped your gag reflex, the thick drops filling your entire cavity. Its smell went up your nose, leaving your mind drifting in a heavenly high.

That’s when you realized you couldn’t swallow. The smell continued growing more intense no matter how hard you tried. In a moment it became all you could focus on, overwhelming your other senses. You thought your body was only numb from exertion, but something was wrong- you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even form words with what felt like his seed plastered inside your skull.

His hand wrung around your neck, pulling you into the crevices of his groin. You didn’t think it was possible to go that deep, yet you felt as light as air, the moisture of his seed felt across your entire body. It was all your tongue could taste, any feeling of it inside your mouth gone.

That’s when you realized. You didn’t have a mouth. You didn’t even have a body. Your entire weight was held in his hand, along with whatever was deposited on you from inside his sack.

“Boss,” You heard Kurt say aloud, reading the black letters from your waistband. You were a pair of briefs, unable to move, soaked in his fluids. His scent was all you could feel, slowly permeating into you as his discharge dried. “Guess I better let you air out,” He said, placing you right besides his keyboard.

Then came the summer he was sent home with a packet and mass gainer his coach had provided. The packet had two sections: A workout schedule and calorie tracker. Each day was specific, exactly what exercises to do and what to eat. It went all the way to the next season, including the days when school had already started.

Jeff didn't give it a second thought. The packet wasn't meant to let him think- it gave him exactly how much milk he should drink, how much protein powder he was to consume, how much lifting he expected to do.

Jeff didn't notice how it was all primarily lower body focused- squats, lunges, core. It had arm work too, but other than that it had little for his upper body. He didn't see how he was meant to be having 7,000 calories a day by the end of the summer, almost all of it in dairy. He didn't understand how all of it was meant to increase his estrogen level, make him the perfect obedient player that would follow coach's orders.

Jeff didn't think about how his balls seemed to rise high, keeping close to his body. He didn't notice how his cock shrunk in his hand, the head not even reaching his thumb. He didn't care how he grew several pants sizes, his ass wide and fat while his shirts stayed the same. It wasn't until a pool party that his friends noticed, pointing out his tits.

"They're pecs," Jeff tried correcting, only for them to laugh.

"Have you looked?"

The moment Tim could, he started working on the body he wanted. Soon after spending a significant time in the gym, the extra testosterone flooding through his system quickly changed him. His muscles formed curves in his skin, his shoulders widened, his face changed as hair began spreading across his cheeks. It wa fine that his head had trouble growing hair, there was enough spreading on his body anyway.

What no one had warned him about, however, was the smell. The first time he caught a whiff of it was headed home from the gym, his shirt drenched in sweat. It didn’t smell bad- it was as if his hard work had been given an aura. It was his pits that emanated it the most, and whenever Tim smelled it, everything relaxed. His mind simplified, his body felt right. It was the best relief he could have asked for, hormones flooding his head and shutting off his thoughts.

Evan wasn't very political. All he was taught was blue bad, red good, and he shouldn't think any other way. The city was raving when the food charts got updated by the government- red meat, dairy, carbs, fat, all was ideal. If the president said so, it must be so. That was all Evan's meals consisted of now.

Evan was ecstatic to see his body begin to grow with the new diet, his belief in the president reinforced. He loved feeling more weight in his step. He loved how his shirts and pants grew tighter, how his clothes seemed to constantly shift and expose his skin as if he were a giant. Bigger was better, right?

Evan was too blind to see his body composition change. How all his growth was fat, his body growing plump and soft. He didn't think about how he was constantly out of breath, struggling to lug his new weight around. He didn't realize how his strength was less effective, a beast burdened by its own size. He became plush like a pillow, swollen skin against skin, a buttery chest growing over a dropping belly. All his definitions disappeared, his muscles sinking into a sea of lard.