Panting heavily, Chris collapsed onto the office’s cum soaked sofa pulling Dave on top of him.
Gone was the 60 something, averagely built man who had knocked on the office door, and the 40 year old heavy weight bodybuilder that he’d become upon entering. He was now, in a word, a freak. His biceps now easily measured 30 inches around cold while his shoulders were so wide he looked like they would act like wings in a strong wind, that is if there was ever a wind strong enough to lift his over 500lbs. Chris’s pecs were so massive they completely obstructed his field of vision, casting an impressive shadow over the first two rows of his diamond cut 8 pack. This insane bulk was supported by two redwoods that had accidentally been made legs, with the widest part of his thighs measuring bigger around than his waist.
The cherry on top of this glorious muscle sundae were the two basketball sized sperm factories supporting a cock that even with Chris’s huge new hands he would have found difficult to wrap one completely around. All 18 veiny inches of which were currently rammed deep inside Dave’s ass, still hard as steel.
“Yeah, I think you’ll fill this position quite nicely.” Chris grinned, his voice having dropped to a rich, commanding bass. Dave let out a weak laugh and pressed a kiss to his boss’s giant chest.
“I aim to please sir.” He was rewarded with a deep chuckle, the vibrations of which rippled through his entire body. Dave then gave a yelp of surprise and pleasure as he felt Chris’s enormous cock flex inside of him.
“Fuuuuuck, sir i-i-it’s so... sooo...”
Dave was unable to finish before Chris pulled him into a cummy kiss.
“You did good boy, only the best employees have managed to take all of me and stay conscious. Fuck, makes me wanna fuck you again.” He bucked his hips just slightly, producing a cry of pleasure from his employe.
“Fuck sir, oh fuck, please.” Dave mewed, his own cock sandwiched inside the grooves of his boss’s abs, slowly rehardening after the most intense cum of his life.
Chris stood and walked over to Dave’s desk, each step forcing his monstrous organ deeper inside Dave’s guts. He then slowly pulled Dave off his cock and deposited him in his desk chair before opening a drawer and taking out two pairs of Lycra shirts and shorts, tossing the smaller ones at Dave.
“Next time you’ll clean me off with your tongue.” Chris said as he pulled the skintight garments over his throbbing muscles, soaked in sweat and cum. “However this time I want to show the office what you did to me. Although I’m pretty sure this will tell them just fine.” Chris laughed as he patted his still rock hard cock, the head of which rested comfortably in the valley of his pecs. Under the tight Lycra top, every ridge and vein was on full display. “You’re not to wash off that cum until you get home, understand?”
Dave nodded weakly. With surprising speed for one so big Chris’s hand shot out and grabbed Dave’s chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.
“I said, understand?”
“Y-yes. Yes sir.” Dave stammered, his cock springing back to full hardness. Chris smiled and stroked the shaft.
“Good boy.” He gave Dave one final kiss before he turned and walked out the door, dripping the evidence of their fucking as he went.
Dave sat, utterly collapsed in his desk chair, every part of his body limp. Well, almost. Before he could begin to form a coherent thought the door opened and a young mans head poked through.
“Need any help boss?”
Confused, and still more than a little out of it in his post orgasm haze, Dave squinted at the young face before something in his mind clicked. “Janet?”
“What? No one calls me “Janet” unless I’m in full drag Mr Jones.” The young man, no more than 22 by Dave’s estimate, entered the room. When he did, Dave could see he was really quite attractive, beautiful even. Standing right around 5’5” he only would have come up to Dave’s shoulder. He was dressed in his own pair of skin tight Lycra, proudly displaying a lithe, twink frame. His face was angelicly beautiful, with high cheek bones and full plump lips that looked like they were made for wrapping around a thick cock and sucking for all it’s worth. As he walked over, his hips swayed subtly from side to side and as he approached, Dave could see he had expertly applied makeup that perfectly highlighted his dark mocha complexion. “It’s me, Jax, your secretary?”
“Secretary?” Dave muttered, frowning. What happened to Janet? The young man just smiled and shook his head.
“It’s okay, I know you’re always a little out of it after you and Mr Reynolds meet. Would you like me to help?” Jax smiled, his bright young eyes twinkling.
Dave nodded and moved to get up when Jax suddenly fell to his knees and wrapped his lips around Dave’s hard cock, easily swallowing all 12” until his nose was flush with Dave’s pubes.
“Oh fuck,” Dave moaned as the little twink began giving him a word class blowjob, expertly working his large shaft while one hand fondled Dave’s own generous balls and the other rubbed cum into his abs and legs.
Dave placed his hand on the back of Jax’s head, fingers tangling in his silky died blonde hair. He looked down, over his own pec shelf to find Jax’s eyes staining up at him hungrily. Slowly Dave began thrusting into his secretaries mouth, gradually building up to a brutal face fucking.
“Oh fuck yeah, your throat feels so fucking tight!”
Jax let out a happy hum, the vibrations driving Dave wild.
“You fucking love this don’t you, you little slut? You love my fat cock stuffing your sweet little mouth.”
This went on for several minutes before Dave felt himself about to cum. Feeling Dave’s cock begin to thicken in his throat in preparation, Jax grabbed Dave’s muscular ass and pulled forward with all his might, not wanting to waist a drop of Dave’s hot seed.
“Oh fuck yeah, take it, take my fucking load!” Dave cried as he came hard down Jax’s throat, the little slut eagerly sucking him dry until there was nothing left to give, shooting a load of his own in his pants.
Jax slowly disengaged from Dave’s cock and stood, wiping a stray strand of cum from the corner of his mouth. “That was great sir. Do you need anything else?”
“No Jax, that’ll be all.” The expert blowjob had done wonders to clear the cobwebs from his head. “Please shut the door on your way out.”
With a wink and cheeky grin Jax sashayed out of the office, his perky little ass on full display. Finally alone, Dave reached for the discarded Lycra top and shorts and pulled them on, his brain going a mile a minute.
He knew that he hadn’t been all that specific when he wrote down what was supposed to happen to whoever entered his office. He’d always thought of himself as straight but after two spectacular sexual encounters he could pretty much say that pussy was no longer on the table. But that must have been one of the side effects of when Chris had taken the pen. He’d only specified the male employees, which then must have turned the entire office male. And not just male, male, gay, and apparently incredibly horny.
But Jan, err, Jax hadn’t been affected by the change that was supposed to happen to whoever entered the room, so why not? Did Chris’s changing of all the males counter act the original command? Or was Jax just a fluke?
Picking up the pen from where it had fallen under his desk in a puddle of cum, Dave considered his options.