Our pleasure

by Thorn   

A brand new gratuity app has entered the workplace, with more than a few kinks that need working out...

“Just need to connect the cord, pair the touch pad, and then sync it to our system and we should be all set to go!” grinned Charlie. His red hair bounced across his forehead as he emerged from under the kiosk. “Hopefully this should help us rack in a few more tips huh?”

His Australian accent was oh-so-charming to hear. Most guests, men and women, were always taken aback at the deep voice and accent reverberating out of the thin and lanky redhead. His black square-framed glasses were definitely out of style but worked for him. Brushing part of his red bangs, he kept his hair more on the shaggy side. Charlie liked to sport some light stubble on his face but nothing too thick. Amongst the limited staff, Charlie acted as the bona-fide tech support and was definitely a hard worker.

“It better bring in more! I need more spending money and these tips have just been low blows right after another. What am I supposed to do with a few dimes? I can’t even buy a candy bar in this economy. Besides, how am I supposed to fund my clubbing hobby?” Tanner groaned. The sun-kissed tan blonde hair man was sitting on the countertop, doing minimal to contribute as always. His polo was cradling his above-average chest, a light sprawl of chest hair poking near the top. In contrast, his freshly clean boyish face contrasted from his smug personality. Innocent with a saucy side.

“Please, as if! You deserve the least of the tips! All you do is lean on counters and tables, trying to flirt with all of our guests! For the last time pick a shirt that is one size bigger no one wants to see your party hats! They’re going to poke someone’s eye out and cause us a lawsuit one of these days.” Hwan scoffed. He and Tanner had a sibling-rivalry-type relationship while working. Hwan typically kept Tanner in check and pulled him away by his polo collar, back to his workstations.

Similar to Tanner, Hwan was athletic and spent time in the gym, but did not sleep there like Tanner. Hwan preferred to keep more of a swimmer’s build, toned and tight in the right places in his uniform. Tanner was more of a lifter and liked to show off his bulging arms and chest. Hwan would always tease Tanner to make sure to do leg day so he wouldn’t look like an upside-down Dorito.

“Thank you Charlie for your hard work. I assume these two decided to just sit around and be nothing but ‘moral support’ as per usual?” Marcos chided. He punched Tanner’s arm playfully and rummaged Hwan’s hair as he walked over to the newly installed addition to the kiosk. Marcos was the brand new owner of this small little coffee shop. Considered to be the “oldest” one of the group, if being “35” was considered old, the other men treated him as if he were the Cryptkeeper. Thick brown hair coiffed neatly on his head shined with hair product under the cafe lights, his polo tight on his chest and arms. He had a little bit of a belly in comparison to the other men, but he enjoyed a good meal.

Marcos was always hearing Hwan and Tanner comparing new dieting tips consistently, their meal prep list, and the foundations of bulking. He would always tell them it’s not bad to have a little bit of bulk going on. No complaints were ever made to him! Besides who would want to cut out the joys of food! That was one of the reasons why he opened up his little shop. A welcoming environment, an inviting warmth to chat and bond over espresso and little pastries. Okay, maybe a bit more than just “little” pastries. Some came in different large sizes and Marcos always had to test them each morning for “quality assurance”. Some crumbs would always give him away as they would stick in his facial hair. Charlie was the only nice one, letting him know if he had a snack left in his beard for later. Meanwhile Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee would snicker and make mocking expressions.

From an outsider’s perspective, you would not think to find these four men to have such a close relationship, but you would be incredibly surprised. Initially, these four met while working at another restaurant. Hwan and Charlie were servers, Tanner was a bus boy, and Marcos was one of the supervisors that oversaw the shifts. It was always Marcos’ dream to be his own boss and run his own little business that he could call his own. Somewhere he could have a chosen family of his own. Originally from a small town in Italy, Marcos came to the United States when he was in his early 20s. Working odd jobs here and there, he developed his own skills and abilities into a supervisor. Wanting to bring a little piece of home with him, he finally succeeded in saving enough, receiving loans, and finding a small spot available for his cafe.

Being the way the economy currently was though, rent was a pain in the ass to make but he managed to cut out a good deal with the landlord. Being from Italy as well, the two bonded over their childhood stories and what it was like immigrating over to the United States. Taking the opportunity in that moment, Marcos showcased his own roast of espresso he had been working to perfect for years. Pairing it with a pastry he hand-baked himself while sharing the story of the two’s taste palettes, the landlord was taken back on a trip to his favorite spots back at home.

Needless to say, that small little “bribe” was enough to seal the deal between the two men. Paired with a nice cut to the rent and the building Marcos’ business was now occupying being a little older, most of his worries were gone for the most part. To keep his business special, he opted to work with local businesses and farms to provide the ingredients and necessities needed to have great quality in his products. For staff, he already knew he wanted to take the three other men with him away from the restaurant they were working in. Management was not great and he knew he could help take care of the young guys better.

In celebration of the business surviving three months with no problems, Marcos decided to add another little finishing touch to help support his staff. Although Tanner was a bit of a flirt and airhead, he was a good kid. Hwan was diligent in his craftsmanship and was a hard worker, but he would often get distracted by Tanner and fool around. Charlie was for sure an ace to Marcos. Not only tech support, but tried to withhold standards and great business practices. Plus, he was the de facto wrangler, always making sure Tanner and Hwan were doing what they needed to do. All in all, they all worked well and great under pressure and catered to all of their guests! Quite frankly, most of their clientele was male. Rumors of four hot guys in tight polo’s at a small little coffee shop spread like wildfire in certain communities.

Finishing booting up the application on the kiosk, the celebration gift to them all was finally up and running. Most applications were somewhat pricey to install and reading the reviews, did not give the best output. After extensive research, Marcos came across a brand-new app that received great reviews, albeit there were minimal statements on it. Listed on a Reddit page and a few links later, “Our Pleasure” was now installed on the kiosk for tips and gratuity, for great hospitality. Booting it up, the four men stood around to receive coaching on how it worked. Charlie tapped the application and the words “Our Pleasure” in a white font surrounded by pastel pink lit up the screen.

˜Welcome and thank you for installing “Our Pleasure”, a new way to receive tips and gratuity that can increase your growing revenue and joy! This application is still working out a few kinks, but if any glitches or trouble arise, please use the contact number supplied under Settings.

Charlie tapped the screen and the message faded. More text faded in like a PowerPoint transition.

Tutorial: Please supply the names of the Staff you would like to enter to receive tips and gratuity, then follow up by selecting one of the icons to represent them!

It seemed simple enough. Charlie went first as he was already operating the application. Adding his name and then scrolling through the options were a bunch of cute little cartoon animals. They had little designs on them and you could customize them a little bit. Settling on a Horse, Charlie made the mane more reddish in color to match his own hair while adding a cute little pastry hat onto its head.

Tanner took the reins next, inputting his name with a slight little spelling mistake that got Hwan to insult him before he fixed it. His larger fingers pounded on the digital keypad and began to scroll through the different options. “There’s too many to pick from! How am I supposed to decide?” Tanner groaned. Hwan interrupted, “Just pick the peacock, you’re always pruning yourself like one and trying to show off. Hurry up and be done with it.” Tanner conceded and scrolled backward to the peacock, adding a little apron onto it.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Hwan grinned at Tanner, resulting in Tanner rolling his eyes. Putting in his name, Hwan already knew what animal he wanted to select as he saw it earlier when the other two men were scrolling through. An otter! Perfect fit! Hwan enjoys cuddling and is a swimmer, it was a perfect match. Hwan put some little rosy cheeks onto the otter and a little coffee cup on top of its head.

“Your turn boss, you’re the last one!” Charlie looked over to Marcos who was enjoying seeing the men get excited over his newest idea. “I’m your boss, I don’t need tips. It’s all for you guys. That’s why I wanted to get something like this installed.”

“Don’t be a party pooper boss, you help out equally enough. Besides, there is probably a setting to get rid of or limit the tips you receive. Just add yourself on for some recognition and reviews at least.” Charlie smiled, doing his best to convince Marcos to join in with the others. Tanner and Hwan grunted and nodded their head yes in agreement, following Charlie’s lead.

“Fine, if I don’t I know what you three are capable of. You’ll annoy me to no end or make me a little profile without my consent anyways. Might as well have a crack at it. All right let’s see…” Marcos tapped to make his own profile. Setting himself up, he looked in the setting’s tab and did not see an option to limit any tips or gratuity. There was no harm in just splitting whatever he made into thirds and adding it onto the next paycheck for each guy. That way Marcos would still participate while also giving back to the boys. Scrolling through the options, Marcos was coming to realize that Tanner was right. Lots of choices to choose from and they all did look super cute.

“All right boys, what do you think I should go with? You better help me out since you’re making me do this.” Marcos looked over to the three men.

“You give off Papa Bear energy ya know, so maybe the bear? You always watch over us and call us ‘your boys.’” Tanner shrugged.

“You do also enjoy your alone time working in the office and staying after hours. Always never wanting to accept our help either, so the wolf could also work for you too.” Hwan spoke up after pondering the choices.

“You two think too one dimensional,” Charlie sighed. “If we think about the boss as a whole, he is always someone that we can look up to in our time of need. It might be cute to pair that with the giraffe.”

Considering all three options, Marcos liked all three equally. It was flattering to hear the reasoning behind each selection the different boys thought of. It was kind of cute that they all thought about him in different ways, even if Hwan’s reasoning had a bit of a sassy undertone in it. That was just the usual though.

“You all make good cases; however, one of you put in a little extra oomf into their reasoning, and for that I will go with... drum roll please…” Marcos began to pat the kiosk like a drum. Hwan and Tanner matched what he was putting down and began to bang extra loud to keep up and outdo the boss. “Giraffe! Congratulations Charlie. Also Charlie was the only person to help with installing this app as a bonus. Points for creativity as well.” Charlie grinned smugly, looking over at the two jock’s. Tanner huffed while Hwan stuck out his tongue.

“As for decoration, I don’t really care. I’ll let you three decide. Nothing inappropriate though Tanner and Hwan. I’m leaving Charlie in charge of you both while I finish doing the receiving out back that you two were supposed to be helping with.” Marcos waved, while sassing Hwan and Tanner.

“But like, why are you trying to make us work? Specifically me, I am too pretty to work.”, Tanner leaned back onto the counter, staring up at the light as if he were ready to receive a bucket of water over him.

“This is exactly why I said you are a peacock. Now go help the boss out. You left me yesterday to do it alone too and you gotta pull some weight around here. Not only at the gym.” Hwan quipped.

“I’ll leave the app to you Charlie. If there’s any bugs or odd things about it let me know. Otherwise, it’s almost showtime!”

Just like that, the store was ready to go! Trying to keep some of the culture from his home, the coffee shop was only open for a few hours a day. Nothing like your average 12-16 hour joint that kept the poor employees as chained prisoners. Having the limited staffing also helped with the limited hours. To compensate, the money that Marcos was saving from rent did help balance out the wages each of the boys were receiving. Each man was making more than the minimum wage and also at a competitive rate from other joints around. Many argued it was not a great business practice to Marcos and that he may find himself going under, but this was something he held to a higher degree. Each of the boys also were aware of their hourly rates and often went out of their way to help Marcos out whether on the clock, off the clock, on a day off, or checking up on him when he was off. Marcos loved his boys.

Typically, each guy was not needed at 5 a.m. to begin their shift, but because of the app installation and walkthrough, all four men were in the house before opening the doors at 8 a.m. Charlie continued to fiddle with the app and the settings to see if functions properly worked or if there were special questions needing answering before continuing with tips and gratuity. Grabbing one of the testing gift cards Marcos had set aside to practice transactions, Charlie got to work. With Tanner helping Marcos with receiving and Hwan away to set up the bar, Charlie was left to his own devices in front of house.

“Let’s see here, let’s start with Tanner.” Charlie clicked the peacock symbol and it lit up, a purplish-green hue surrounded it. Moving up to the top of the screen, the peacock flew upward, revealing gratuity options.

🦚

How much would you like to tip today?
0%—10%—15%—Custom

Charlie tapped the 15%.

Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward?
A Fund—B Fund—C Fund—H Fund—L Fund—M Fund—P Fund—S Fund—T Fund

Raising an eyebrow, Charlie had no idea what this even meant. At every other establishment, you would just click the percentage, tap or insert a card, and then go. This was probably one of the kinks the application mentioned early on. Clicking the cogwheel in the upper right hand corner, Charlie was trying to see what these “Funds” could mean. Taking a few minutes to gander, he ended up with limited information. It was an option to toggle some of them on and off, but for testing measures, Charlie decided to leave them all on for now. Shrugging he waved his finger across each one before randomly landing on one. “C-Fund it is then.”

Tapping the card, the gratuity went through the peacock fluttering down with a little animated “Thank You” beside it.

Onto the next! Selecting the otter, a light brown hue surrounded it. Upon tapping the furry little critter, it swam in a circle before rising up to the top of the screen.

🦦

How much would you like to tip today?
0%—10%—15%—Custom

Charlie tapped the 10% this time.

Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward?
A Fund—B Fund—C Fund—H Fund—L Fund—M Fund—P Fund—S Fund—T Fund

Playing the previous little game of eeny meanie miny moe in his head, Charlie’s finger landed onto a different fund this time, the “T-Fund.”

Once again, Charlie tapped the card and it went through no problems at all. Rubbing its blushing cheeks, “Thank you” was animated by the otter.

Okie-dokie now for the bosses turn. Seeing the decked out giraffe with sunglasses, an apron, and a top hat got a kick out of Charlie. A yellow-ish hue surrounded the animal before it’s neck stretched upward and its body followed suit to the top of the screen.

🦒

How much would you like to tip today?
0%—10%—15%—Custom

Curious, Charlie tapped Custom. A new keypad opened up where he could select the percentage of what could be added that differed from the base settings. He thought his boss deserved something special, so he picked 20% to sweeten the pot.

Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward?
A Fund—B Fund—C Fund—H Fund—L Fund—M Fund—P Fund—S Fund—T Fund

Not wanting to use the same two received by Hwan & Tanner, Charlie pondered and decided to randomly select the A Fund. Starting off the alphabet and starting off the business, it was a great coincidence. Pushing onto the A-Fund the 20% gratuity made its way to the little giraffe.

Last but not least, it was finally Charlie’s turn. Picking his decked out, luscious red-maned horse, it had a beige hue. Galloping up to the top of the screen, the all too familiar prompt displayed itself.

🐴

How much would you like to tip today?
0%—10%—15%—Custom

Although tasked to test out the tipping system, Charlie felt kind of bad to give himself too much. Especially since he was dividing up the small funds on the gift card between the four men anyhow. Morally, he selected the 10% option. He felt better about that.

Now for the funding selection. He already tried three of the options so far, repeating any of the ones selected prior would defeat the purpose of finding any kinks in the system. Charlie settled on the P-Fund.

Upon completion of the transaction, Charlie felt a slight vibration tingling from somewhere on his body. A little bit of tingling almost like a slight little zap or maybe even static enveloped him, but he couldn’t quite figure out where.. Continuing to last for a few seconds, Charlie realized it was coming from his groin. He could feel himself getting a little chub, the front of his pants growing a tad bit stiffer and tighter. Nothing too obscene, but just enough to make a difference to himself. Just as the feeling had appeared, it had vanished. Adjusting himself, Charlie sighed, getting horned up at work again? He had jacked off the night before and didn’t expect to be getting horny again. It was barely 8 a.m. the last time he had checked the time!

Setting aside the gift card, an exclamation point appeared on the cogwheel. It continued to bounce up and down, doing its best to alert the user in front of it. Cocking his eye toward the bouncing little symbol, Charlie decided to finally pay it attention, tapping it to quell its insistent hopping. Scrolling down the previous options he had investigated, he noticed nothing too out of the ordinary other than a new section that had seemed to unlock. Odd, he could have sworn the tab wasn’t there earlier.

It was labeled “Analytics”. Each of the cartoonish animal emoticons were filed under this new section. Tapping over each one, it showed the current percentages of gratuity received in the latest hours. Glancing it over, the peacock had 15%, the otter had 10%, the giraffe had 20%, and lastly the horse had 10%. Nodding, the math seemed to check out to Charlie. The analytics were graphed by each hour. Adjusting the parameters, Charlie switched the times to when the kiosk was operational, which only lasted until 3:00 p.m. As mentioned previously, with a small shop and staff, the hours were not too long.

Opening up a side tab on the same page, Charlie noticed that some numbers that were not percentages seemed to be a tad bit different for each guy. Not only that, Charlie realized some of his own personal information was listed on his “profile”. At least, from what he could make of it.

Analytic Function: Perspective
🐴 Age: 24
H: 6/0
M: Light
P: 7.64

Interesting, looks like his age has already been input into his profile. Had he put it in when he was creating his profile? Maybe he had…it was a little hard to remember. Being a bit scatterbrained at times Charlie just accepted he put the information as a force of habit. “H”, “M”, and “P” though… that was different. Very vague as well. Perhaps he could get an idea after checking out the other “profiles”.

🦦 Age: 23
H: 5/11
M: Tone
P: 6.0

🦚 Age: 26
H: 6/1
M: Above Average
P: 7.5

🦒 Age: 35
H: 5/9
M: Stocky
P: 6.5

Must just be a lot of business jargon or other mumbo jumbo that was automatically listed under everyone’s profiles in accordance with the analytics with their tips. Age being the odd one out Charlie thought, but not unusual he supposed. Swiping out of the section, he moved back to the toggling aspects available for each of the men. Counting a total of nine funds was way too many, and considering the fact he had no idea what each one could even stand for, eliminating them would cause less confusion for guest’s. Tipping should be easy, and not everyone is tech savvy.

Pushing his glasses off his nose and rubbing his eyes, Charlie was hoping this would be the last thing he would be doing on the app for today. His eyes were beginning to strain and he still had the rest of the work day to get through. Taking in a deep breath, holding it in, and exhaling (looks like those modules the boss had him sit through were actually used for something), Charlie got back to work.

🐴 Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection?
H Fund—M Fund—P Fund

Charlie selected yes.

🦦 Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection?
B Fund—P Fund—T Fund

Charlie selected yes. Hopefully whatever these funds that Charlie kept unlocked on Hwan’s profile would be okay with him. Granted, Charlie thought Hwan wouldn’t really mind.

🦚 Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection?
A Fund—C Fund—L Fund

Tapping the selected yes button once again, Charlie was glad he was almost done. As long as Tanner was receiving tips in one form or another, Charlie thought he probably wouldn’t care what funds he left open.

🦒 Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection?
A Fund—C Fund—S Fund

Pondering for a moment, Charlie thought about adding one extra fund for his boss. He was in charge after all, then again he said he was not really accepting tips anyways. Perhaps he could add on an extra fund later down the line for everyone. Testing the waters for a few days wouldn’t be so bad.

Saving all the changes, the app configurations seemed to all be settled. For now at least. A little pinwheel took center stage on the screen, with animated text reading “rebooting”. A little zap and pop sounded off from the kiosk, like static. The screen’s pastel and text welcomed the next user. Looks like a job well done to Charlie. Leaving the kiosk and heading over to the whiteboard to oversee what tasks were distributed to the guys today, Charlie adjusted his pants one final time, fixed his glasses, and set out.

Over at the kiosk, with no eyes to gaze upon the screen, the four cartoon animals glowed with their respective hues.

“Your grand total will be $15.99 today. Is there anything else I can help you with today, sir?” Tanner’s eyes twinkled, making eye contact with the shy college man in front of him. Tanner’s left hand on the kiosk counter, chest sloping downward toward the POS system. Doing his best to make eye contact with the hot cafe worker, the shy college student could barely nod, trying to not sneak too many glances at the stretched polo.

“T-thank you!” the shy college student reached out to tap his card.

“Oh, before I forget, we actually added a new little system. It’ll ask you a quick question before you tap.,” Tanner pointed to the screen, giving that charming smile that always suckered in guest’s to buy more than what they originally came here for. Marcos hated to admit it, but Tanner was a cash cow.

“What cute little animals! Did you guys program them yourself?” the shy student asked. His cute freckles gleamed at Tanner.

“Oh no, we don’t know how to do that. It’s just this new app our boss got for us. Just select the name of the person you wish to tip. For example, my name is Tanner. I chose the peacock.” Tanner stood back to his full height, chest bouncing as he switched up his posture.

“Huh, it’s pretty neat. Never seen it before! Since you gave exceptional service, I just have to tip you! Hope you don’t mind.” The student blushed, trying his best to not seem super obvious that the guy in front of him was too hot to be working in a cafe. Then again, it always seemed like cafe’s picked a lot of hot guys in tight uniforms and aprons these days.

Selecting the peacock, the student watched in amazement as it fluttered up to the top of the screen. Displaying the percentages of gratuity, the student pondered if he should give 15% or custom. Nah, just 15% for now. Next time he would do custom. He knew he was going to be a regular if this tanned, blond-haired hottie was going to be manning the register!

“Okay, and done! Huh? Funds, what do these mean?” the student inquired. They had never seen this before. He assumed maybe it was like an organization fund this local cafe was donating to.

“Oh that! To be honest, it came with the app so my coworkers and I don’t really know. Pick whatever tickles your fancy. We appreciate anything. It’s a pleasure serving our guests.” Tanner winked at the student. Beginning to strain in the lower regions of his skinny jeans, the student could feel a pump of blood shoot into his genitals.

Too distracted at the hot guy and wanting to get out of the building before showcasing a full-on woody, the student hastily tapped the C-Fund and blushed. Grabbing his twelve-ounce latte and almond croissant, he waved to the hot stud. Tanner waved back, still smiling. Humming to himself, “More tips for me, more tips for lil ol’ me!” Tanner smirked. Upon finishing the transaction, the application on the screen went back to the starting page, ready for the next guest interaction. Tanner felt a little warm, reaching up to the collar of his polo, he pulled it slightly. “Damn, it’s hot in here. Boss needs to update that air con next.”

Hwan, returning back with some plates, brushed by Tanner. Tanner got a bit of a shiver. “Dude, are you okay?” Hwan set the plates down.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit hot. The only thing the heat is good for is to go shirtless. These damn polo’s are too restricting,” Tanner sighed.

“First of all, that’s your fault you opted to get one size smaller than the rest of us to show off your body. Second of all, maybe if you actually drank more water instead of energy and protein drinks, you would stop being dehydrated. Third of all—” Hwan continued to sass.

“Okay okay, I get it! Enough! God, you act like my mother. The whole point of moving out here was to get away from that. Last thing I need is my coworkers to be my pseudo-mom while I’m away” Tanner rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying.” Hwan shrugged, picking the plates back up. Taking another glance over at Tanner he noticed sweat beads trailing down his thick neck, dripping downward toward that thick chest. Blond spirals creeping out a slight bit up the polo like a shadow. Hwan couldn’t lie, that chest was enticing. He had dated quite a few girls who often shared a specific similarity between their assets. Let’s just say Tanner came close to them in their size. Hwan had experimented a bit with his bisexuality, but often swung a bit more toward women over men. Tanner made it difficult sometimes for Hwan, as he has on occasion given Hwan a few hard ons. Right now, that chest was something to ogle.

“One more thing before I go back to actually working” Hwan was starting up again.

“Yes, mom?” Tanner groaned.

“Your chest is looking bigger than ever. Keep it up.” Hwan smiled at his gym bro, giving him a playful shove as he passed by.

Looking up at the ivory wall, the clock ticked at 2:00. Charlie was glad the workday was almost over. Starting this early and being here all the way to close were definitely the more grueling shifts, but he was grateful Marcos was paying them all overtime for it. Scooping up some dark roast beans, Charlie placed them into his espresso bar’s bean hopper. Adjusting the pressure gauge, Charlie got back to work. Not to brag, but Charlie was definitely the most adept when it came to making drinks and making them quickly amongst the guys.

Hwan was pretty good as well, but he was nowhere near as quick as Charlie, Tanner was an interesting one to train. Marcos had to adjust his training schedule and add on a few days since he often got stressed out easily. Not to mention his bulky size made him a bit more clumsy while handling the small space that two people would sometimes need to occupy. Tanner opted to man the POS system and expo station and was better at it than both Charlie himself and Hwan. Hwan was great at catering to guests on the floor while running things back and forth from front of house to back of house.

Using the steam wand, Charlie began to heat up some milk in a pitcher. Due to a little bit of eavesdropping, Charlie could hear that the new application installed earlier today was doing quite well. Tanner would often walk by and make snide comments that he was raking in all the dough today. Charlie would continue to roll his eyes and bite back playfully. “If I didn’t help set it up, you would have nothing.”. Tanner would pout and walk away, failing to have a comeback. Such an airhead that one sometimes, but he was right. He did rake in a lot more money than Charlie or Hwan when on the POS.

Marcos turned the corner, emerging from his office. Lifting his arms up he stretched, his own gray polo straining on his upper body. Walking behind the counter he did a small walk through to see if the boys were doing well and restocked. Tanner quickly threw his phone under a physical menu stack he had in front of him. “Tanner, I saw that. You’re not slick. No free take home for you tonight…” Marcos trailed off, with a bit of a mischievous tone.

“No please!” Tanned gasped, pretending to be overdramatic. “But-but the cream puffs!”

“No.” Marcos smiled.

“You’re an evil, evil man,” Tanner grumbled.

“You’re a lazy, lazy man,” Marcos retorted.

Charlie snickered at the interaction. Marcos was always extremely playful with everyone, not only his staff, but also the guests that have grown accustomed to visiting quite often. It’s what Charlie really enjoyed about working here and with Marcos. He did not really have that much at home, especially since his father was always working and had moved to the United States on a whim, taking Charlie with him at only four years old. Moving around across the country for his father’s work left Charlie a bit displaced. Once he moved out to college, that was the first moment of stability Charlie had been able to experience in a while. Living in the same place for four years was a first for him. Eventually while working multiple jobs, that is how he ran into his current coworkers.

At his previous employment, the job was not too difficult per se, but the management often was all up in the air. They knew little about everything and mainly hired externals to take care of the business. Because they were on salary, they did their best to leave as early as possible. Marcos was the only internal employee who had worked in their establishment for a bit and took care of a lot of the staff. It was beyond Charlie why they would not promote or develop Marcos, and even Charlie grew frustrated at how they took advantage and treated Marcos all the time. Kindness often gets taken advantage of, and Charlie was always there to stay late or come in on his off days to help Marcos out on shifts he wasn’t even supposed to be working. Their bond grew from that moment. Both men had discussed Marcos’ dream of opening up his own cafe and Charlie was adamant that he would support him no matter what. Enough on that, back to the present!

“How are you holding up over here Charlie? You didn’t have your espresso you usually make on your ten-minute break. Everything okay?” Marcos turned his head, inquisitive.

“I’m fine boss, I am still feeling pretty energized. I can always make it a bit later too. It’s kind of slow right now. Might be for the rest of the day.” Charlie smiled while wiping down the drip tray, placing his sani-towel bag into a sanitizer bucket.

“Thank ya again for installing and getting that app set up for us. I greatly appreciate it. If you want, you can take home the goods that Tanner was supposed to be able to take home today,” Marcos whispered.

“I heard that!” Tanner raised his voice.

Turning his back around to Tanner, Marcos continued to playfully tease him, “Oh so you heard that but not the two times I asked you to switch out the sanitizer buckets ten minutes ago? Interesting.” Tanner was silenced and pretended to check his groomed fingernails.

“I’m just here to check on the low-boy. I noticed the temperature is fluctuating a bit more than usual. Do you mind if I get in here for a bit since it’s slow?” Marcos asked.

“Not at all, do your thing boss.” Charlie nodded. He moved out the way with his steaming pitchers to the small sink installed nearby. Marcos bent down onto his knees and opened the low boy, he let out a grunt. “Maybe I am getting old.”

Charlie turned the pressure faucet on and began to rinse off any milk residue off the pitchers. Sneaking a glance, he couldn’t help but look at the black pants doing their best to hold all that man inside. Gulping, his Adam’s apple quivered. Maybe Charlie had ogled his boss’ assets a few times before, and he had to admit it, his boss had an ass that would make any guy or girl jealous. Today though, those black pants did not help slim him out. The large bubble butt was poking out while Marcos’ upper body and head were in the low-boy. “I should have gotten the model where the dial was in the front instead of the back,” Marcos grumbled.

Every movement Marcos made caused his back end to wobble a bit. His black pants slowly began to shimmy themselves a bit lower, revealing the beginning of his crack. A light dusting of fur could be easily viewed from where Charlie was standing. “No no no not now!” Charlie’s mind was racing as he yelled internally. Blood was beginning to flow to his groin once again. All morning Charlie was grateful to be working the bar as he was able to cover up his lower half. He had been getting chubbies all day long. Right now though was not the time. His bulge began to swell a bit, pushing against the zipper. With the faucet water still running, Charlie discreetly reached a hand down to adjust his bulge a bit.

From the corner of his ear he could hear the male guest at the register with Tanner. “Thanks again man! Oh, and I see Charlie is at the bar again! I need to tip ya both!”

Charlie’s body felt like it was vibrating with sexual energy. He felt a bead of sweat above his lip and licked it. Stealing another glance at his boss who continued to grunt and make noises that Charlie found to be a bit erotic, he felt his bulge push out a bit more. The sensation was odd, but Charlie felt the tingling in his groin heat up. Exhaling, he felt like he was going to be panting if he kept looking at his boss any more than he was. Turning the faucet off he walked behind Marcos with the limited space. “Hey Charlie, do you find leaning over real quick to hand me that thermometer real quick?” his voice was muffled a bit from being inside the unit.

“Uh sure thing boss.” Charlie tried his best to sound like he was not about to bust into a full-blown heat. Doing his best to slide behind his boss, he reached over for the thermometer and crouched down to give it to Marcos. Grabbing it, Marcos began to say who knew what. Charlie remained crouched next to his boss, doing his best to make out whatever words he was saying while inside the unit. “Thanks for the drink again, Charlie!” an older gentleman spoke while walking out the door.

Heat radiated once again in his nether regions, sweat began to drip off of his forehead now. Come on Charlie pull it together! Pulling himself out of the low-boy unit, Marcos did a little shuffle. Trying to his leg muscles, Marcos attempted to get up but stumbled backward onto Charlie, knocking him out of his crouching position. “Oh my god, Charlie, are you okay?! My damn leg fell asleep.”

Tanner heard a bang but shrugged, too “busy” to be bothered. If anyone had bothered to do a check up behind the counter, the scene would have easily been on the front cover of tabloids, showcasing sexy work scenarios. Poor Charlie was pinned down onto the floor, his back slouched upward against one of the cabinets, a large weight of pressure pushing down on the lower half of his body. Marcos’ mass was sitting on top of his employee, his giant bubble butt sitting directly on top of something lumpy and kind of, hard? “Are you okay sir?” Charlie got out, doing his best to not let the current predicament get the best of him. He had a full view of a full moon. Two large round curves sat upon his groin, the top of the bubbly ass peaking a small bit out of the pants.

“Yeah, I’m all right boy. Thanks for breaking my little stumble. I should be asking you if you’re all right?” Marcos did a quick look around, glancing over at Charlie nervously.

“All good, boss!” Charlie grimaced.

Giving his legs a little shake to wake them up, his bubble butt bounced a bit on top of Charlie’s groin. That did it. Charlie’s cock was balling up in his pants, beginning to protrude and push a bit harder onto the soft fleshy surface that was incidentally riding him. Marcos twisted his body a little bit and felt the surface under him grow a bit harder. The realization hit him and he immediately blushed, quickly scrambling to get back up onto his feet. Turning around, he reached out a hand and pulled Charlie back up. Dusting himself off, he smiled and looked away from Charlie, a bit embarrassed to make eye contact.

“Uh, so I see why you chose the horse for your animal on the application huh Charlie boy?” Marcos let out an awkward laugh, doing his best to not glance at the balled-up bulge that Charlie was still emitting.

Looking down at his own bulge, Charlie’s face became completely emblazoned in red. This had to be the most awkward situation in his entire life! Bad enough it happened but his boss commented on it?! He felt like he could die!

“Uh, I guess sir? Never really, thought about it like that. Haha…” Charlie matched Marcos’ energy with an awkward chuckle. His Aussie accent was like butter to Marcos’ ears. “I shouldn’t have said anything, that was out of line. I apologize, Charlie,” Marcos whispered.

Whispering back as to not draw attention to the matter of what just happened, “It’s okay. I don’t mind it. We’ve known each other long enough. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. We’re both men after all.” Charlie pulled off his glasses and began to use his polo to wipe them. They began to steam up a little bit.

“Still, I shouldn’t have commented on that. Here, I know it’s not much of an apology, but how about you head out early for today? Like you said, it’s slow. I’ll still pay ya the time you would have worked. No buts.” Marcos patted Charlie’s shoulder.

Knowing better than to argue with his boss, he nodded his head. “Sure thing boss. Again, it’s no problem. If anything, next time I’ll make sure I take care of this thing before work.” Charlie reached his hand behind his head and laughed. Marcos chuckled. “Atta boy. You work too hard, you need to let off some steam. Besides, I got Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum to help me out.”

Upon restocking his station, Charlie headed back to the small little break room that Marcos had set up for the boys. Opening up his locker, Charlie grabbed his sage-green bag, ready to head out early. Even with his manager’s approval, he felt bad leaving early when the guys also started as early as him. Knocking on the office door, he twisted the handle. “Boss, last chance, I really don’t mind staying—”

Charlie had the wind knocked out of him. His boss was in a white t-shirt, his polo on the chair as he was adjusting the air con. His burly arms rippled with some nice biceps, grooved with some veins. His traps bulged by his neck, his chest jutting out with some wet stains near the top. The slight curvature of his belly pushed the shirt away a tad. “I’m sure Charlie. Don’t mind the outfit change, I need to get this air con fixed stat. Tanner and Hwan have been complaining about it all day. I’m starting to feel it too now.” Without a thought in his head, Charlie sprung a huge boner, his zipper’s teeth rolling down one by one. Marcos looked at Charlie and smirked, shaking his head. “Before you go, go get that settled down in our private bathroom first. Can’t have you being taken away from us for public indecency. Besides, thanks for the compliment.” Charlie’s ears reddened as he made a mad dash to the employee restroom.

With help from his growing bulge, Charlie nearly ripped his zipper clean off while pulling it down. Throwing his bag onto the sink, he turned the faucet on high. Sweat began to drip down his forehead as he undid his belt. Snagging in a few of the loops, Charlie felt the blood rushing. His red briefs were being strained to the max. Lifting his shirt up over his stomach and putting it over the back of his neck, his lanky pale body was on display in the mirror. Pulling off the straining red briefs eagerly, the large pink head of his cock slapped upward near his belly button. The bobbing cock head throbbed, already beginning to drool pre-cum.

Near his belly button? That was odd. Charlie was used to his cock being a bit more below that, but right now he felt so unimaginably horned up he was being driven by lust. Using his pointing finger, he rubbed around the base of his foreskin, his most sensitive area followed by the base of his shaft. Speaking of, his thick shaft was engorged with some light vein-work. “Fuck!” Charlie moaned. He couldn’t believe he was doing this at work right now. God this was so unlike him but right now he didn’t have a care in the world. His balls were humming. Pre-cum continued to drool across his stomach, the sticky substance like a web.

Although this felt like one of the best masturbation sessions of his life, doing this in the workplace was oddly turning him on, but he couldn’t keep this going for long. Shuffling over to the urinal, Charlie continued to pump the shaft up and down stroking it with his left hand. His balls bounced heavily as he continued to pump his cock harder. His glasses began to fog up as he felt himself getting close, he let out a soft moan. Thinking of his boss’ bubble butt on his cock earlier, the sexy curves of his body in that small shirt in his office, Charlie was about to bust.

Biting down on his lip, Charlie did his best to suppress the carnal pleasures of releasing his thick seed into the urinal. He could smell the scent of his cologne, his sweat, and the musk. Panting, Charlie took a moment to catch his breath. Even after just blasting like a hose, Charlie felt his cock still throb a bit as it began to deflate a bit. Losing its stiffness, walked over to the sink, cock out, as he began to wash his hands. Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t believe he just busted a load at work. Wiping his glasses once again and tossing his hair, he began to pull himself together. Pulling his shirt back down and wrangling his cock back into its chamber of secrets, he washed his hands again before going out the side door.

Already long gone, Hwan and Tanner took their gym bags they brought in from their early morning gym session. Marcos did not know where those two had the energy to be up earlier than their shift time, do a workout, and then be here. They typically went together to help blow off some steam after the work day and had left Marcos alone about forty-minutes ago. Doing one final walk through of the building to make sure all things that needed to be off were, Marcos noticed the application on the kiosk was still pending a final transaction. It was the last guest of the afternoon who got to chatting with Tanner over some new fad diet that was apparently all the rage right. Looking at it, it looks like he left Tanner quite the hefty tip, but forgot to select which funding option he wanted to give it to. Viewing the options, Marcos selected the “L-Fund.” Static emitted across the screen and the question remained.

Raising his eyebrows, Marcos decided to select a different fund. Maybe that one was a glitched option? Who knows. Picking the C-Fund as his second selection. The transaction went through. Making his way outside, Marcos locked the door with a jiggle of the handle. Whistling, he left on his merry way.

Pinned up against the wall, Tanner’s arms were being held down by his matched height coworker in front of him. Wait, matched? Tanner could have sworn Hwan was a bit shorter than him. His mind got distracted at the man sucking on his neck. It was one of Tanner’s weak spots when Hwan became all too familiar with overtime. Little did Charlie and Marcos know, but Hwan and Tanner would sometimes have secret meet-ups after work where they would “indulge” one another.

Tanner knew Hwan was bisexual from their conversations while hanging out outside of work several times. Acting as a listener to his consistent venting, one day Tanner offered to help him out with some of his… “frustrations”. Today though, Hwan seemed to be extra “frustrated”. Not even two minutes inside of Tanner’s apartment and Hwan already had him pinned up against the wall. Both men still aired the aroma of coffee and sweat from work.

Hwan’s hand crept and traveled over Tanner’s abs under his polo, reaching up to that succulent thick chest he had been admiring all day. Relieving his mouth from Tanner’s neck he looked at him eye to eye, squeezing his chest. Tanner shivered. “You like slutting these around at work don’t you boy? Always trying to show off to our guests while I have to wait to have my fun.”

A flip of the switch, and Tanner’s nipples immediately became engorged, poking out against the polo-like twin party hats. Outside of Tanner’s masculine physique and cockiness, Hwan had discovered that Tanner could be easily submissive when someone else takes charge, or at least fights him for control. Tweaking the perky nipples, Tanner let out a yelp. His chest and nipples had always been sensitive. Growing up he was a bit chubby and always had a large chest. After he turned to weightlifting and taking to the gym seriously in high school, his pecs continued to develop the most. Some would say even over-develop.

Trying to catch his breath, Tanner barely managed to muster out his own quip, “You could have just dragged me to the back you know. However, I do seem to recall you insulting my polo being too small earlier.” Hwan gripped tighter onto the thick flesh of his right pec, his perky light brown nipple between two of his fingers. Hwan let out a grunt.

Pulling off Tanner’s polo, Hwan got an eyeful of the large tan jutting pecs sloping down. “Your tits have been driving me crazy all day, now it’s my turn to show off what I can do with them.” Biting down onto one of the sensitive nipples, Tanner yelled. Hwan moved his hand to cup Tanner’s mouth. Being an affordable apartment meant there were some drawbacks, and that meant the walls were thin. Because of that, the two never really went all the way. Just some frotting here, mutual jacking off there, body worship sometimes, just the usual bro activities.

Tanner’s groomed chest hair was sheened lightly with some sweat. All day Tanner had felt his body was on fire and could not explain it. Perhaps he was catching a cold? That would suck if he would have to call out of work tomorrow. His body shivered in pleasure as Hwan nursed on his tits, fondling the two like breasts. Hwan definitely knew his way around a chest, transferable skills he supposed with the women that Hwan had bedded before. Clearly, Tanner was not having any complaints. Man or woman, Hwan had his body on lock.

Tingling enveloped Tanner’s body, sweat beads began to drip down his chest and neck. This summer heat was hellish, but god did he bask in its glow right now. Hwan continued to attack his chest. Tanner reached one of his own free hands down toward Hwan’s bulge and began to play with it. Equipped with a hard steel rod, Tanner could tell Hwan was really into his tits as he called them.

“Baby, you’re making me squirm. Let’s go to the couch. It’s hot and I need to lay down if we’re going to keep this up,” Tanner pleaded. Hwan looked up at him from his chest, wrapping up a few final licks before stopping. Shucking off his own polo, Hwan had begun to join Tanner in stripping. In no time flat, both men were left in their own undergarments. Tanner wore a cyan jockstrap that cradled his own bulge with a wet spot. His bubble butt from all his squats on full display. Hwan meanwhile just wore some classic briefs with his dick outline aimed by the waistband. Hwan slapped the exposed ass and held onto it as Tanner seductively led him to the couch.

“Baby I feel so hot, god you know how to push all my buttons.” Tanner’s hand cradled Hwan’s neck as Tanner slowly descended onto his back. Light cyan began to change hues into a darker blue as the pre-cum pooling from Tanner’s hefty cock painted the pouch. “Good. Let daddy give you everything he’s got.”

“Yes sir. Use my tits baby,” Tanner pleaded, his eyes glowing glossy. Hwan pulled down his briefs, his average six-inch cock aimed straight at Tanner. Tanner licked his lips at the treat in front of him. Using his arms, Tanner pushed his pecs together. “Fuck them for me, sir. Please, I need you to,” Tanner begged.

“Don’t tell daddy what to do, boy.” Hwan puffed and blew his hair out of his eye. Slapping one of the tits, Tanner quivered at how sensitive they felt today. True, he did work them into overdrive today since it was chest day, but this was beyond what he was used to feeling. He couldn’t help but kind of get off on Hwan calling his chest tits. He always got annoyed when people called them manboobs when he was younger and chubby, but right now, one of his insecurities growing up was turning him and his partner on.

Mounting the strong tan body, Hwan placed himself on Tanner’s stomach, his six inch cock throbbing, aimed at the two tits. Shoving his cock between the busty valley, Hwan began to grind his hips back and forth. Tanner would flex his chest every couple of thrusts to tighten the grip on his buddy’s cock. Loosening it and then making it righter, both men began to fall into a steady rhythm. Soft little gasps and moans escaped Tanner’s mouth. His tits jiggled and bounced as Hwan grinding his cock back and forth between them. With his spare hands, he continued to fondle them. Returning to his body, the tingling of warmth began to coax itself upon Tanner’s chest like a burning wax.

Looking down, Tanner could have sworn he was seeing something impossible. His chest looked to be swelling a tad bit bigger with every thrust that Hwan was doing. He felt extra heft, extra weight placed upon his chest. Sloping upward just a tad bit more, Tanner thought he was imagining things. As Hwan continued to pec-fuck him, the sensitivity of his nipples had been dialed upward. Thumbing them over, every little touch that Hwan did made a spurt of pre-cum shoot out of the constricted hard cock in the now dark cyan pouch.

“Baby I’m close, god don’t stop!” Tanner yelled.

“Daddy’s gonna bust between these bitch tits of yours. I’m going to coat them with my seed boy. Keep flexing those tits for me,” Hwan growled, his voice sounding more like gravel.

“Yes! Yes! I’m gonna come, sir!” Tanner gasped, his pouch spurting out cum, the seed dripping out the front and onto his leg. Hwan followed by grunting and shooting a hot thick load in the chest valley that Tanner had created. Two shots made it all the way to Tanner’s chin and onto his lips. Licking up the reward, he enjoyed the sweet and salty treat.

“Thanks, sir,” Tanner exhaled.

“Anytime, boy.” Hwan gave the tits a final shake before demounting.

Aggressively tapping his controller Charlie was pounding his fingers so hard against the buttons. His team was encroaching upon victory. Shouting into his mic Charlie directed orders on making sure his teammates got to the payload in time. This was their opportunity to win the round. He was so close to ranking up and achieving a specific gold weapon of his choice. Failure was not an option! Ten seconds left and his team would be claiming victory. Spectating his team, Charlie sat cross-legged in his gaming chair. Five seconds remained, his team had this in the bag. No more orders needed to be received, the countdown hit zero. Victory belonged to his team!

Taking off his headset Charlie spun around in his gaming chair, shirtless while wearing some loose-fitting silk lounge shorts. Whirring above him, his ceiling fan was set to the highest setting. Purple LED lights framed the ceiling, lighting up his room. Over to the right was a small TV with some cartoons playing mindlessly in the background. That victory felt great. Something else was also feeling quite great as well…

No longer feeling so loose fitting, his shorts began to chub up, the beginning marks of pitching a tent. Sighing, Charlie rubbed his head, getting a headache just thinking about earlier in the day. Rushing home right after what he had dubbed the “bathroom incident” in his mind, he felt nothing but guilt. Jacking off in a public place? What the hell was he thinking? Feeling the adrenaline of potentially getting caught by one of his coworkers brought his mind back to the moment. Summer heat radiating off of his skin, his cock leaking pre-cum like a spout, his skin prickling with sensations he’d never felt before. Biting his lip, his cock began to chub up again.

Then there was his boss, Marcos. Charlie would be lying if he said he didn’t think of his boss during some of his previous jack-off sessions. His body was thick and strong, all the right curves that made Charlie’s libido skyrocket. In comparison to his own string-bean body type, he knew they looked like total opposites. Still, he couldn’t help but lust over the thought of being able to worship his boss for just one night. Realistically, Charlie knew himself better. Being that bold was not something he could pursue. The preexisting history between both men made Charlie’s lust for him a bit… difficult. Memories of earlier flooded his thoughts, his boss’ big bubble butt sitting on top of his erection while behind the bar was already getting Charlie hot and bothered.

That was an easy preview to a fantasy Charlie would be replaying on a loop for weeks, if not months to come. Imagining if he were bolder, sliding his large hand onto his boss’ love handles, brushing against the curvature of his big butt. Charlie’s hand already was stroking his thickening shaft again. Immediately after coming home, Charlie jerked off. This was already the third time today. It had been a while since he had jacked off three times in one day, probably not since his earlier teenage years when he was discovering the throes of self-pleasurement.

Slapping his cock on his stomach, he eyed the thirsting cock head, his veiny shaft engorging ever so much bigger. Has he always been this big below the belt? That reminded him of the comment made by his boss earlier. Charlie supposed he could be considered hung, but not hung like a horse. Last he checked, he was above average at 7 inches, nothing to scoff at. Recalling back, he could tell that Marcos was blushing when looking at his bulge. Did his boss like men with big dicks? Did his boss like men at all? So many questions and too many horny thoughts plagued Charlie’s mind. Hanging low, his balls vibrated at the thought of his boss potentially being into it. Maybe Charlie could have a chance with a guy like the boss. If his boss, hypothetically, was into men, and hypothetically into men with big dicks, maybe, just maybe, Charlie had a shot. Marcos was right though Charlie thought his dick looked big. Maybe it had gotten bigger since he last checked. He supposed it wasn’t out of the question entirely, but how often does a guy grow down there in his twenties?

Using his legs, Charlie pushed himself in his gaming chair back to his desk where his PC remained dormant. Custom built might we add. Anyways, opening up one of the drawers, curiosity was getting the best of him. Pulling out a few gel pens here and post-it notes there, Charlie pulled out school supplies as if the drawer was a Mary Poppins bag. Finally, Charlie found what he was hoping for. It was a shabby wooden ruler that had definitely seen better days, but it was a tool nonetheless. Chuckling to himself at the idea of him measuring his dick at his age made him smile. Most men obsessing over their vanity did this, but yet, here was Charlie who was no better than the rest of them.

Sliming his right hand in pre-cum from just grabbing onto his throbbing cock, he pulled it down to rest next to the ruler he placed on the desk. Standing up, Charlie positioned his body to sync with the ruler next to his cock. Shoving it forward just a bit, his eyes framed by his glasses followed the centimeters up the length of his shaft. Nearly bulging out of his sockets, his eyes were focused on the numbered line next to the end of his leaking head; 21.5 cm. Doing the calculations, that would mean his cock was a whopping 8½ inches in length! That was definitely not the 7 inches he was used to carrying around! When the hell did that happen?

Gasping out loud, Charlie was in full disbelief. The cock he had grown accustomed to being the owner of was always above average, but nowhere near the size 8 inches before, let alone 8½! When did it grow? Was it still going to grow? His mind was racing. It was all making sense to him now. His pants felt tighter in the groin area, his briefs not fitting right. Even when taking a leak earlier he felt a bit more of a heft and swing but thought nothing of it. God, Charlie was ecstatic! Lurking in the back of his mind, Charlie hoped he was not done growing yet.

Sweeping a part of his bang out of his eye, Hwan yawned while approaching his home away from home, the coffee shop. Checking ahead in advance, Hwan saw he and Tanner would be opening up the store together. Marcos would be in later. Waiting by the front door was the blond, eyes glued down to his phone. Hwan had to do a double take while looking at his coworker. The yellow polo that Tanner had chosen to wear today was barely holding on for dear life. The cleavage that Tanner was sporting was incredible, more so than what Hwan remembered last night when he got up close and personal. Both white buttons were undone today compared to the usual one, showing off the blond hair spirals popping out, the signature look.

“We aren’t even open yet for the public and you’re already trying to show off your goods? You have no shame,” Hwan teased as he pulled out the store keys from his pocket, swinging them around his finger.

“Hardy har har. For your information, I think this shirt shrunk when I did laundry after you left yesterday. I could barely even get it on me, I couldn’t even get my button on. You’ll just have to deal with it.” Tanner rolled his eyes, putting his phone away. Looking at the back of Hwan’s head Tanner had suddenly remembered the thing he found strange the night prior.

“Wait, Hwan look at me.” Tanner put his hand on the Korean man’s shoulder.

“What now? I already commented on your looks and it’s barely 5 a.m.” Hwan turned to look at Tanner, not getting what he was hinting at.

“Don’t you see what’s wrong here?” Tanner raised an eyebrow. Hwan looked up and down and just shrugged, “No?”

“Geez and you all call me the air head? Why are we looking at each other eye to eye?” Tanner maintained his eye contact.

“Because it’s the respectful thing to do when talking to someone? Come on, just tell me what you’re getting at. We have inventory to put away,” Hwan groaned.

“You moron, just yesterday we weren’t looking eye to eye. You were looking eye to neck, or tit, I don’t know, just not eye to eye!” Tanner spat.

“Oh yeah, I guess you have a point. Anyways, time to open” Hwan turned back around, attempting to unlock the door.

“What do you mean ‘I guess’ you’re a 23-year-old man, how the hell do you just sprout up a few inches in one night? Tanner was not letting this topic go. Hwan was too tired to keep entertaining this so early in the morning without his own shot of espresso. Although Tanner did have a point. Hwan even noticed that they were looking eye to eye.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside the small cafe, the two continued their early morning conversation. “I’m still growing, I guess? Besides, I’m not the only one growing. Your tits are huge Tanner. I told you to reduce the gym routines.”

“If I recall last night you were enjoying their size. Don’t try to do a 180 now, I get that we’re at work but no need to hide what you like.” Tanner’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. He had Hwan right where he wanted him.

“Shut up bro, you know we don’t bring that up here,” Hwan sighed. His ears started to get a little hot.

“Aw, is daddy getting embarrassed now? You were really getting into it calling them your bitch tits, wanting me to call you sir…” Tanner continued to poke fun at their interaction from last night. Hwan’s red ears began to spread to his cheeks.

“Tanner, please, stop, it’s embarrassing. I’ve talked to you about this” Hwan’s voice quivered with a bit of annoyance. Truthfully, Hwan’s relationships with previous partners were always a bit rocky. Bedding men and women was not a problem for him, but some would say his overly dominant personality when it came to being the bedroom was a drastic switch up from his out-of-bedroom self. With close personal relationships, he was always ready to fool around and playfully tease his friends. Romantically speaking, he was a hopeless romantic who got anxious and incredibly shy when it came to going on dates or attempting to speak to those he was crushing on. It’s why Hwan opted to just hook up as his preferred method as he tended to keep those interactions longer. Tanner was aware of this from their late-night chats and Hwan’s venting sessions that happened so often.

“There, there, Hwan, no need to be all shy with me now. You weren’t like this before. You would have teased me by now. Is everything okay with you?” Tanner pulled Hwan back while he was mid-step. Hwan’s raven black hair shone under the freshly turned-on lights. Resting against some soft, fleshy pillows, Hwan blinked realizing what he was resting on.

Grumbling, Hwan pouted, clearly he was not amused, “Tanner I’m fine. Just let me go.”

“No, not until you open up grumpy pants.” Tanner looped his hands across Hwan’s flat stomach, in doing so squeezing Hwan tighter into his embrace. “Speaking of your pants…” Tanner wiggled his fingers and acted as if he were about to reach a bit lower on the captured man.

Enough of Tanner’s little game, Hwan maneuvered his body around, trying to slip out of the stronger man’s grasp. Squirming around like a rollie pollie, Tanner yawned at how easy it was to maintain his firm grasp. At some point in the tossing and turning, Hwan’s face was planted in between the blond man’s chest. Soft breaths against the yellow polo were the only sounds echoing in the store. Feeling Tanner’s chest swell up a tad bit bigger with every inhale and then shrinking upon exhale, Hwan was feeling quite comfortable. Embarrassment began to take a step aside as he calmed down, calming down his frustration. Tanner stopped wiggling his fingers and continued to hold Hwan in the embrace.

“You seemed like you needed a hug, Feel better? I know you get grumpy this early, no need to take it out on me” Tanner continued to hold Hwan tightly. Without being laced with any hints of mischievous or ulterior motives, it was odd to hear Tanner speaking seriously.

“You started it..” Hwan spoke softly before looking at Tanner’s sparkling eyes. Taking a moment to pull himself back from the embrace, Hwan adjusted his shirt and looked back at Tanner. Spoiling the moment, Hwan swiftly used both his hands to grab onto Tanner’s nipples which were poking against the polo pretty hard. Tanner shuddered and let out a loud gasp. “You—” Hwan tugged on them harder, flicking the left one, “Fucker—” Tanner moaned. Hwan giggled and scampered away while Tanner took a moment to calm himself. Having sensitive nipples hardwired to his cock, his pants were also bulging. “You’re damn lucky Charlie and Marcos aren’t here until later you ass!”

Tanner’s body felt electrified, his ample bulge feeling a rush of blood. Prickles of little shocks ran across his body, the lightest touch from Hwan was already getting Tanner horny. There was no time to jack off this morning. Chasing after Hwan, Tanner wanted his own vengeance.

“You boys always do such a great job! I always receive such excellent customer service when I come in. This is for you boys.” The elderly gentleman with a cane handed over four Visa gift cards to Hwan who was running the POS system while Tanner was on break. He tried getting Charlie to do it but he was knee-deep in orders. “Thank you Mr. Renaldi, we greatly appreciate it but are you sure? This is too much” Hwan tried to hand the card back. Mr. Renaldi cradled the young man’s hand and guided it to a close on the cards. “It’s for all of you boys. Think nothing of it. I’m doing my part to spread a little joy in this life. Now I best be going. Take care!” Mr. Renaldi’s wrinkled grin was always a welcomed sight.

Upon closer inspection of the cards, Hwan noted that each one was a $25 gift card, one meant for each of the men. Spending $100 on all four of them in total? That man was really sweet. A little note was attached to the pack of one, written in shaky writing: ‘Tips’.

Taking one of the cards for himself, Hwan stashed it into his pocket. Charlie was over to the side by the bar with his arms stretched across the counter, finally being able to take a breather from the consistent streamline of orders. “How is it going over here bro?” Hwan patted the red-head on the back.

“I have a pulse.” Charlie smirked. Grabbing a small cup he filled it up with some water and chugged it like no tomorrow.

“Here, Mr. Renaldi stopped by and wanted to give us each one of these. I thought I’d be the one to hand them out instead of Blondie. Who knows what he’d do with that much power. We can use them all later together as our tips when we close,” Hwan suggested,

“Fair and good point, thank you very much Hwan. Let’s plan on it then. If you still need to hand one out to Marcos, I think he’s over in the office.” Charlie pointed.

Stepping across the non-slip mats and around the corner to the office, Hwan knocked on the door before entering. Marcos was busy looking at different graphs while the phone beside him was playing some classic elevator-like music, presumably while he was on hold.

Spinning around in his office chair, Marcos welcomed his worker, “Hey Hwan, you boys doing good out there? After this phone call I’ll be out to join you guys to help prep the pre-close. I kind of feel like closing up shop early tonight. Sales have been great this month. We’ll survive if we close early one day. Plus, we’re closed tomorrow so that could be great if you boys got plans tonight.”

“I have no complaints with that plan boss! What if we grab some Chinese food from nearby and have a little team party after we close early?” Hwan had been craving the local Chinese food restaurant a few blocks down. Marcos was also quite fond of their food and knew he had a high success rate in obtaining that oh-so-sweet grub.

“Not a bad plan at all, let’s do it. Go rendezvous with the other boys and see what they would like. I’ll send in the order and pick it up a bit after we finish closing. Now, what was it you needed before these facilities workers picked back up. It’s such a headache every single time I reach out to them.” Marcos was tapping his fingers on the desk.

“Oh yeah, catch.” Hwan flicked one of the gift cards over to the seated man. Marcos fumbled the grab a bit, but managed to gain a good grasp on the small card before it hit the floor. Hwan gave him the rundown, Marcos shared the same sentiments.

Returning back to his post, Hwan wiped up the counter, tidying the area up from Tanner’s neglectful habits. Speaking of the devil, Tanner emerged from the small employee area, lifting his arms to stretch. Straining the short-cut sleeves of the polo, his biceps were being squeezed mercilessly by the fabric. No way that could be comfortable, Hwan thought.

“Thanks for covering for my break man. I needed that. Hwan’s eyes were focused on the wiggling chest that was doing its best to hold on for dear life. At the center of the polo shirt, a small little tear was already forming. Could be a problem later for Tanner but Hwan could care less. Tossing the card to the half-paying attention man, it bounced directly off the twins and onto the floor.

Rolling his eyes Tanner grumbled, “Why couldn’t you just hand that to me like a civilized person? You’re so mean to me.” The tan man bent down hastily near the trash can where the gift card had fallen. Fuck, Hwan’s eyes were glued straight onto that bubble butt. Just like the twin peaks up above on Tanner’s chest, the twin valleys were near bursting out of his pants. Bending all the way down, a rip sounded off in both men’s ears. Down the center seam, Tanner’s pants had torn open. His bare cheeks were exposed. Hwan did his best to hold in a laugh. Looks like his buddy was wearing another jock strap.

Snapping up back to his full height, Tanner quickly turned around to check out the damage. “Fuck dude! Why now?” Tanner whined. Not learning his lesson, the swift snap back up let out another groaning rip sound. Reap what you sow, karma always comes back to haunt you. Starting as a small tear at the center of his yellow polo, it grew down in a jagged line, exposing some of the pec meat lying dormant. Blond chest hairs seeing the light of day more so than ever now shining under the fluorescent lighting.

“Life hates me right now. I hate it here.” Tanner stamped his foot on the floor, pouting. Looking down at his chest, he surveyed the tear on his shirt. “How am I supposed to work now?” Tanner looked over to Hwan for some help with his “little” problems.

“Don’t look at me. I warned you to wear the right size.” Hwan looked away, returning to wiping down the station.

“I am! This is the right size this time, I swear! No way these shrunk in the wash already. Now I’m out an easy $60!” Tanner groaned. Long gone is his clubbing tip money, it’d be going straight back into investing in his work wardrobe.

“You’re lying bro, no way those are the size-up.” Hwan exhaled, ready to catch his bro in a lie. Placing down the rag, he yelled over to Charlie that he and Tanner needed to solve a little wardrobe malfunction and if he could call Marcos out. Charlie nodded and went to go grab their boss.

Dragging Tanner into the employee break area he turned Tanner around and checked the tag on his polo. Damn, looks like he was telling the truth after all. Reading the tag, it was an XL. Typically, Tanner would try to get by wearing a large or even a medium if he wanted a crop-top. “No way you somehow outgrew an XL Tanner. Well, I guess in the front you have. Your chest is pulling too much in the front and outlining your back. You do look good though.”

“I know I look good but that’s not the problem here! I personally have no problem working like this but what will the boss say? Plus… what about this?” Tanner pointed to the torn seam exposing his lightly furred cheeks.

“What about this?” Hwan grabbed onto both cheeks, now his turn to pull Tanner in closely. Digging his hands a bit inside the torn pants, both cheeks were too large to be even held in his own hands. Lightly squeezing the doughy flesh, Hwan massaged the two bouncing spheres.

“Fuck what are you doing Hwan?! Literally earlier you were getting annoyed and now you’re like this? Pick a struggle!” Tanner yelped as one of Hwan’s fingers migrated away from the soft muscle flesh and in between his crack. “Dude we are in public—” Tanner squeaked. Hwan’s index finger was lightly touching the puckering hole. It was spasming like crazy.

“What about it? You moan like a bitch in heat anywhere you go.” Hwan’s brows were furrowed, smugly grinning as he was watching Tanner struggle under his control now. Circling the pulsing hole like a shark, his index finger finally took a plunge into the busty man.

Yelping out loud, Tanner felt that electric shock returned to his body. Tingling sensations ran across him like an electric wire. Everything on his body felt sensitive, the lightest touch kept his hole puckering. Both men’s dicks began to create an outline. Hwan began to gently grind his bulge into Tanner’s as he slowly pushed his finger in and out of Tanner’s hole. Tanner’s cock was leaking so much pre-cum it was starting to create a darker stain on the front of his pants. Deja vu.

“Hwan please, can’t wait until later? You’re not making—” Tanner hiccupped as he felt a second finger enter his hole. “—any better.” Tanner’s chest bounced up and down as he continued to inhale and exhale harder, his lust getting the better of him.

“We could, but you keep showing off to all of our guests. If I’m being honest,” Hwan paused, inserting a third finger into the squirming man. Tanner was tightening his hole onto the three fingers, clamping down hard, “I was getting a little jealous.”

“You, jealous? That’s rich,” Tanner moaned. “A little faster baby I’m getting closer”.

“I’m being serious Tanner.” Hwan removed his free hand that was holding onto Tanner’s cheeks. Slithering it upward up his stomach and onto his chest, Hwan began to play with one of his nipples as he continued to finger the man’s hole. “I get a bit jealous when other guys flirt with you. Even though we had fun last night, I want a bit more.”

Orgasmic bliss was the only thought on Tanner’s mind, he was doing his best to still hold the conversation. “You can always have more, but can’t we talk about this later baby? We’re doing something like this in public, it’s not the right time—” Tanner let out a louder yelp as Hwan pinched his nipple, hard.

“Fine, we’ll talk about this later. Right now though, let’s get you some new clothes.” Removing his fingers, Tanner’s hole felt empty. It continued to pucker, needing something to fill it. His throbbing cock was in need of release, both of his balls pounding. “Baby please don’t make me go blue! Tanner pleaded.

“Consider this your punishment for this morning. Behave next time, and maybe I’ll finish you off.” Hwan stepped aside from the pleading himbo. “I’m gonna go wash my hands and go back out to help Charlie and Marcos. Don’t take too long.”

Tanner’s face was flushed with pink, sounding like gravel, he aggressively was grinding his teeth, “God damn that fucker knows how to push my buttons a bit too well!” Walking over to the door, Taner locked it and sought out some bins to dig around for some more clothing items.

“Eat up boys! Consider this a reward for a job well done!” Marcos shouted as he finished opening the last Styrofoam container. Orange chicken wafted through the air, dancing around other welcoming scents such as the steaming chow-mein, piles of rice, and other goodies. Charlie handed out plastic plates to everyone, each man hunting down containers large and small to gain action on some of their favorite food items.

Content in their food, sounds of chewing and laughter echoed throughout the small coffee shop. Grins and joy emitting from each of the men, taking in one another’s presence filled Marcos with happiness. This is what he had been longing to create for some time. He had finally done it. Looking over at each man, he recalled memories of their earliest interactions he had with each one. Taking a look over at Charlie, Charlie noticed, making eye contact with him and blushing. Marcos felt his own cheeks begin to red.

“All right boys, I’ve been dying to hear about our new system. Any good developments?” Marcos took a bite out of his egg-foo-young.

“Ask the tip hog. He’s been flirting with every person that comes into this joint. You should put a collar on him,” Hwan snickered.

“You all hate working at the POS system, someone has to be the sacrifice. Don’t be jealous, I get to have some fun while working up front,” Tanner retorted.

“Speaking of up front, I’ll order you a new polo Tanner.” Tanner looked down at his yellow polo. There was no luck in finding any shirts that fit him inside of the employee area. He was fortunate enough to find some pants that managed to make it up his thick muscular thighs and up his rump. If barely. Obscene, but barely. Tanner avoided any bending the rest of the day.

Observing the blond man, Charlie couldn’t help but realize Tanner looked bigger than usual. Sure he worked out often, but gains don’t happen that quick, do they? Never one to really step inside of a gym before, Charlie was lucky to maintain his physique from his high school gym classes. Charlie was glad having a fast metabolism ran in the family genes, his gaming habits and gamer food would have made him look like a whole different person by now if he didn’t have those genetics.

Not only did Tanner look bigger, but so did Hwan? Both men were sitting next to each other and were even in height. That had to be new too. Charlie vividly remembered Tanner always teasing Hwan by calling him “shortie” even if he wasn’t that much shorter than him. Things were strange around here, something was off and kept popping back up in the back of his mind. Brushing a hand over his bulge, he was reminded at how big it had gotten. Flaccid, it was now 4½ inches, and quite a bit heavier.

DING

All the other men were too busy eating and laughing with one another to notice the sound. Charlie’s trained ears from years of gaming were able to pick up on the slightest of audio cues. Turning his head over his shoulder, he saw the glow of pastel pink lightly emitting from the kiosk. Odd, he could have sworn it was off hours ago. Perhaps it had an update? Scooching his chair back he told the men he would be right back. Approaching the kiosk, the familiar pinwheel from a few days ago was back in the center of the screen.

˜Updating

BLIP

˜New Action Available!

Intrigued, Charlie tapped on the screen. A familiar cogwheel was spinning in a clockwise rotation with a red exclamation mark bouncing on top of it. Pressing onto the cogwheel, Charlie slid through the different toggleable options until he found one of the tabs that were previously locked was now available for use. Whoever the developers were of this application did a pretty good job at updating this thing pretty frequently. Good on them he thought.

˜Gifting

Gifting? What an odd tab. Perhaps it meant a third party service where you can buy and gift an order to someone? Probably not, Marcos had discussed he had no interest in extending into the realm of third-party service yet. On that thought, maybe it could be gifting some of your percentages to other coworkers? Only one way to find out. Charlie opened up the tab.

˜Congratulations! Receive gifts from the developers while under the current beta period. Would you like to claim?

“Whatcha doing over here Charlie? Working off the clock? I told you that’s a bad habit to take up” Marcos’ hand was on Charlie’s shoulder, lighting rubbing it.

“Monkey see monkey do, you taught me that. You’re the person I should blame for that.” Charlie continued to keep his focus on the screen. “Do you know anything about this by chance?”

“Hmm? Lemme see…” Marcos read over the text, “Not really, it’s not like I know the developers personally. Couldn’t hurt to see what it means.

Taking over, Marcos used his thick finger to select the claim option.

˜Thank you for claiming our gift! Please select which fund you would automatically like to add FLAT 15% to for all registered employees, on us!

🦚🦦🦒🐴

“Flat fifteen-percent? Kind of an odd business practice but we can consider this an investment I suppose. Lemme call over the two knuckleheads.”

Leaving behind their food both me came over to the kiosk that Charlie and Marcos were currently inhabiting. Both men received a quick summary as to why they were called over.

“So, who wants to go first?” Marcos asked. All the men just looked around at one another before Hwan raised his hand. “I’ll go first since you’re all indecisive.”

Hwan tapped his little sea otter that swam in a circle, swimming itself up to the top of the screen. Under the otter, the three funds that Charlie had pre-selected for him when they had first received the new system.

B Fund—H Fund—P Fund—T Fund

Wait when did the H Fund get onto his profile? Charlie could have sworn he only selected the “B,” “P,” and “T” when he set it up. What is going on here?

“H for Hwan it is, I guess.” Hwan tapped onto the fund without any hesitation.

˜80% has been added! Brace for impact!

“Brace for impact? What the hell does that mean—” Hwan was cut off as he let out a yell. His knees buckled and he fell onto the floor. Arms extended onto the floor, he began to yell out in pain. His body was on fire and his bones felt like they were trying to hurt him.

“Oh my god Hwan are you okay?!” Tanner screamed out, immediately bending down quickly. Rip. Grabbing onto the writhing man, Hwan was panting, hard. Tanner could see tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He looked to be in some excruciating pain.

“I’m gonna call an ambulance!” Marcos yelled, running to the office to grab his phone.

Charlie watched as Tanner was trying to console Hwan on the floor as he kept rolling around. CRACK CREAK. Grinding and stretching filled Tanner and Charlie’s ears. While Hwan continued to yell out in pain, both men stopped to notice something happening to him. This was not real. Unbelievable. An act of pure fiction. Stretching out of his pant legs, his ankles were growing outward. Both non-slip boots began to groan as the soles began to tear and burst out the bottom. Creeping out of the soles of the shoes were Hwan’s feet, and they were growing, and so were his legs. Tanner could feel the man’s body push up and elongate up onto himself as Hwan continued to screech in pain. Hwan was growing.

“The clothes are constricting him! We have to get him out of them right now!” Charlie yelled. No time to think, Tanner quickly grabbed the shrinking polo Hwan was wearing and tore it down the center. “I’m so sorry bro I’ll buy you a new one I promise!”

“I can’t find my damn phone—” Marcos yelled in a panic. Looking upon the scene in horror, he watched as his near incapacitated employee’s body was growing bigger, elongating. Both of his employees were trying their best to tear off any of the clothes that were beginning to constrict him. Marcos gave up the search and quickly joined the other two men and helped with loosening and ripping up the clothes.

Hwan was sweating bullets, his bones creaking inside of his body as they continued to grow larger. Managing to get most of his clothes off, the only thing left on his body were his briefs which were not going to hold on for much longer. Tears began to form at the waistline, his bulge filling out the pouch a bit more. Heaving and panting, Hwan could barely let words escape his mouth, “Tanner what’s happening to me?” Hwan groaned out in pain.

“I don’t know, but I’m here!” Tanner returned to his position and lifted Hwan’s head, holding it in his chest. “Just keep breathing, it’s okay.” Doing his best to heed Tanner’s advice, Hwan practiced some breathing exercises. Slowly, the heat began to leave his body, his bones feeling sore, but the pain was subsiding. Sweat droplets poured off of his proportionally now larger chest. Droplets that ran from his forehead landed into his eyes, creating a salty burn. Squinting he rubbed his eyes to get the burning sensation out.

“It’s leaving, the pain is going away.” Hwan puffed and grimaced. Looking down at his almost naked body, he could see there was a lot more length to his body than there was before. “Help me up Tanner.”

Tanner nodded and gently helped lift Hwan up from his back, giving him support. Charlie and Marcos helped out by grabbing his arms, Hwan used them both as pillars to lift himself up and up. Reaching out to the kiosk counter, Hwan noticed how much larger his hand was, using it to stabilize himself. He looked down and saw all three men looking up at him in silence.

It didn’t take long for the silence to become broken.

“What the fuck was that?!” Tanner screeched.

Standing before the three awe-struck men was one of the most handsome Korean men they had the opportunity to witness. Towering above them, the toned Adonises before them remain quiet, while focusing on their breathing. Equipped with a six-pack covered in some black hair and up to a lighter dusting on his chest, the man was proportionally fit. His chest was nowhere near as large as Tanner’s, but still creating a nice jut outward, tied together nicely with bright pink nipples. Thick and broad shoulders like a piece of football gear spread outward in the open space. A large Adam’s apple sat dormant in his throat, leading upward to the Hwan all the men had known. Part of his hair that remained longer on top into a bang rested in front of one of his eyes. Droplets of sweat were still dripping down his body.

Tanner’s head only reached up to his second row of abs, while Charlie and Marcos were more at eye-level with the raggedy briefs containing his manhood. Lean but toned thighs were covered in dark hair, alongside some nicely pumped calves. Two large feet spread across the cold wooden floor of the coffee shop. It was clear Hwan would be needing to begin shopping at the big and tall store. Each man was still in shock and disbelief at the image of their old friend and coworker being replaced by someone familiar yet physically different.

“Hwan, don’t overdo it. We need to get you to a medical facility as soon as possible. Do one of you two have a phone on hand? Marcos looked at both men, his voice stern and serious.

“Boss, what are we going to say to the E.R. or hospital if we take him? Hi hello there, our friend just grew in height randomly?” Tanner mocked the scene in front of them.

“Boss, he has a point. No one will believe us if we just take him half-naked telling them a tall tale about Hwan just spontaneously growing. No pun intended.” Charlie had realized the pun too late. “Sorry Hwan”.

“None taken.” Hwan’s voice was deeper than it had been mere moments before his growth spurt. All the men took a second glance at him, trying to see if one another also caught the difference. Tanner gasped a little.

“What do you mean ‘spontaneously’?” Tanner’s voice raised into a higher octave in a panic. Gesturing over to the kiosk, the otter returned back to the line of other animals. “That was not spontaneous. Whatever the hell that thing did affected Hwan! No way that was not a coincidence!”

Tanner could be making a point here. Considering their once shorter coworker who is in their near mid-twenties grew rapidly after using the kiosk, especially after obtaining a random gift, it wasn’t out of the question. “This is reality Tanner, not some sci-fi show.” Marcos babbled.

“I’m sorry, is Reality in the room with us right now? Because if they are, they are really silent right now!” Tanner sassed. Clearly, Tanner was not taking this entire scenario very well.

“Tanner, calm down! This is a lot to take in for a lot of us, and especially Hwan! Going into a state of manic panic is not going to resolve the situation right now. First things first, we need to get Hwan back to his place. Second, Charlie, I need you to take a look at that app and call the provider number. We are going to get to the bottom of this.” Marcos spoke with an air of authority, reducing the growing state of panic orbiting Charlie and Tanner.

“Boss is correct. I feel better but should get someplace to rest, but not back at my place. I can’t just show up looking like this. My landlord would never believe it’s me.” Hwan’s velvety voice left each man wanting to hear more from him. It was nearly enchanting.

“You’re coming home with me. No complaints,” Tanner said. “I can’t guarantee anything will fit you, but at least it’ll buy us time to come up with something.”

“Sounds good to me.” Hwan smirked down at Tanner, raising his newly enlarged hand and ruffled his hair. “I’ve always wanted to do that, ‘shortie’”.

“Oh no, don’t you fucking even start with that!” Tanner glared at him in annoyance. “You’re going to mess up my hair. Get your giant man hands off me! Buy a guy dinner first.”

“Maybe.” Hwan moved his hand onto Tanner’s back. While Marcos and Charlie were too busy looking at the kiosk, the giant slowly lowered his hand down toward the ripped seam on the new pair of pants again. Deja vu. Looking up at the giant, Tanner’s lips quivered a bit in fear and lust. Hwan was the man he had some sexual encounters with, sure, but now, Hwan was something Tanner had never experienced before.

Refusing to give in right in front of Charlie and Marcos, he swatted his hand off his rump, whispering with a hint of annoyance, “Stop it, you horndog. At least wait five fucking minutes while we try to figure this out.”

Away from the two having a bit of a spat, Charlie and Marcos were busy trying to find the contact provider’s number that was listed on the application. Using the built-in search engine, the only lead to any customer service number was missing. Only the message “Null” was displayed where the digits were once reachable. Marcos walked back to the table where the empty containers of food were and came back with his phone. Looking up the name of the application, he found absolutely nothing. Searching back into his history, he found the links he had used to review the app. All reviews were missing. Links that were supposed to open the gateway portal to download it were leading to a 502 Bad Gateway. What the hell was going on?

“It’s been scrubbed clean like it never existed. What the hell is this thing?” Marcos looked back at his phone and at the kiosk. “What have I done?” Marcos’s voice felt soft.

“Boss—Marcos, look at me. You have done nothing. This—” Charlie pointed to the kiosk. “—thing, is responsible. You had great intentions and they worked! You got an app and it helps tip. That is it. We know you would never hurt us. This was an unexpected development that I don’t think anybody saw coming. Right, guys?” Charlie looked back at both men.

“Absolutely not. It’s not your fault at all, boss. Look at me, I’m fine. I may be a bit different, but I’m okay” Hwan began to take some steps over to where the other two men were.

“You looked like you were in so much pain! That was because of me getting this downloaded!” Marcos cried out. He was beginning to lose his composure.

Tanner approached the now-forming group and reached out to hold onto Marcos’s hand. “Sure, this may be because of something you found, that’s the facts. However, like Charlie and Hwan said, it’s not your fault. Don’t think that way.”

Struggling to hold back any tears, Marcos tried his best to compose himself before he let any raw emotion get the best of him. “Thanks, boys. I appreciate it, but this is not okay.” Marcos looked back up at Hwan, feeling guilty. “Charlie, can you delete that thing off the kiosk?”

“On it boss.” Charlie was already trying to de-register every profile that was on the application. No matter how many times he confirmed deletion, the small animals would continue to bounce and remain. Not to be detoured from his mission, he began to then uninstall the app. Failed. Going into the task manager section that displayed all applications, he tried to manually uninstall it. Failed again. Now he was beginning to grow a little nervous. “Any luck, Charlie?” Marcos asked, his foot tapping in anticipation.

“Uh, this may be some bad news, but it looks like this thing is glitched. It won’t remove itself from the kiosk, it’s like a parasite.” The group groaned.

“Of course it is, why wouldn’t it be? Well, it was fun knowing you all.” Tanner’s anxiety was beginning to flare up again. Hwan pulled the man closer to himself, his head resting on the fabric that was wearing out on his briefs.

“When in doubt, turn it off!” Charlie crouched down below the kiosk where the wires were plugged into. Unplugging the black cables that gave the app power, the screen immediately turned off. The group of men let out a unison sigh of relief. BLIP.

“Oh come on!” Tanner yelled at the screen.

Reviving itself from the dead, the light pink coloration of the screen hued off the welcoming message of the application. Double checking to make sure that the kiosk monitor was not plugged in just in case Charlie had to deliver the news none of the men wanted to hear. “It’s alive.” All four little animal critters continued to bob up and down in the center of the screen. Going back to the settings tab, Charlie hoped there was something he could do to help to block out anything. Seeing the Gift tab, he selected it and saw that the otter was no longer being extra highlighted.

˜Gift for today already redeemed. Come back later!

That was a sigh of relief at least. Only one usage from the flat fifteen percent bonus was available to grab. Charlie had the worry in the back of his mind that all the men would need to claim it. Potentially, that could still be an outcome, but for tonight at least, they did not have to. Long-term, that might be an unfortunate reality.

Clapping his hands, Marcos grabbed the attention from the group. “This has clearly been a lot to take in today. With that being said, you three head home. I’m going to clean up here. Luckily, we are closed tomorrow. If another issue arises, we may be closed the day after as well. For the time being, I normally don’t like to infringe on your guy’s personal lives, but if you’re fine with it, let’s create a group DM to stay in contact.

Each guy agreed without any complaint or hesitation. Upon completing the creation of the group DM in which Tanner immediately renamed it to “Fuck That App”, the men grabbed their belongings and got ready to head out the door. Charlie checked to see if the coast was clear at first in case there were any locals outside. Luck was on their side with the moon being up, but the street lamps would not be their allies. A half-naked tall man would clearly draw attention, especially if anyone were to recognize that man was one of the barista’s that was clearly always much shorter. Giving Tanner and Hwan a thumbs up, both men followed suit, walking briskly to Tanner’s car. It was a struggle to fit Hwan into the front seat, but after a few uncomfortable noises coming from him, he was packed in. Hwan made sure to give Charlie his car keys earlier so he and Marcos could relocate it at Marcos’s house. Thankfully he was a single man with a spare spot for a second car in his driveway.

Returning back to the coffee shop, Charlie found Marcos wrapping up the last of the clean-up. “Do you need anything else before I go home boss?” the red-head gleamed.

“Just for you to get home safely. I’ll be in tomorrow to do a little extra work if you do intend on popping by. For now though, just take care of yourself. We’ll figure this out.” With that, both men went their own separate ways for the time being.

Tapping his pen restlessly against the wooden table in the lobby, Marcos sat there with his work laptop displaying different graphs. Sales were looking great this month, perhaps he would be able to keep this going for a bit longer. It’d be an even better dream to potentially open a second location of his shop and turn it into a franchise. Chuckling to himself, he couldn’t believe that’s what he was thinking of right now. Burying yourself in your work was one way to deal with the reality-altering experience he had experienced yesterday.

Glancing over toward the kiosk’s area, the scene replayed in front of his eyes. Both of his eardrums began to grow hollow, the wails and yelling from Hwan thumping into his brain. Watching the young man writhe in agony as Tanner tried to hold onto him, doing his best to soothe him while his body continued to creak and groan, growing across the cold surface of the floor. Charlie anxiously tried to tear and undo parts of the yelling men’s clothing so the cloth wouldn’t tear into his flesh, constricting him. Marcos could feel his breath growing a bit out of tune with his normal breathing pattern. Closing his eyes, the noises from the last and images flooded his brain, whirring around like a never-ending loop.

“Boss, are you okay?” A hand shook the olive-toned man’s thicker arm a few times before he finally opened his eyes. Staring at him with concern was Charlie, wearing a black t-shirt with a few star designs on it. Washed-out skinny jeans clung to his thin legs with a pair of Converse completing the look. Slung over his shoulder was the green bag he always brought with him to work.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. What have you been up to today, Charlie?” Marcos did his best to feign a smile, but worry wore his face. Charlie took a seat in front of Marcos and reached for his hand.

“I can’t stop thinking about last night either boss. I reached out to both Hwan and Tanner. They seem to be doing all right. Tanner messaged me privately saying he’s doing his best to help Hwan feel like himself. How are you holding up?” Charlie slung the color bag over onto the table. Unzipping it, he pulled out a small box of donuts. Turning it over to Marcos, he motioned for him to take some.

“It’s from your favorite store. I thought this would cheer you up.” Charlie watched the handsome man in front of him lighten up a bit. His thick arms bunched the tight button-up shirt he was wearing in the sleeves. Broad shoulders and thick biceps tugged on the sleeves of the white button-up, his barrel-shaped chest filling out the rest of his upper torso. Two of the buttons on top were undone, revealing the thick black chest hair that complimented the thick black beard he kept trimmed neatly to his face. Similar to his chest, a little bulge of belly stuck out against the table. Charlie was already beginning to sport a growing chubby, it was the wrong day to wear skinny jeans.

“You know you can just call me Marcos when we aren’t working. I tell you this every time Charlie.” Marcos took a bite from a fluffy pink donut ordained in rainbow sprinkles.

“I know, but it’s weird when I call you Marcos. Each time I do I feel like it’s too personal. You’ve always been my boss, calling you by your first name would feel like we are like close friends, or more…” Charlie took a chocolate-covered donut from the box.

“Work relationship aside, I do consider us friends. We’ve known each other long enough to be. Unless you don’t consider us to be. That’d hurt my feelings.” Marcos let out a hearty laugh, teasing the boy.

Charlie’s paler complexion blushed with a shade of pink. “Don’t even say that! You know I didn’t mean it.” His voice rose higher, making his voice crack in his cute accent that Marcos found loveable.

“Relax, I’m just teasing Charlie. You’re so easy to get worked up, lighten up a little.” Marcos dabbed his lips with a napkin. Charlie watched the stocky man intently, even his lips were so sexy and full. Marcos’s comment was indirectly correct, it was easy these days for Charlie to get worked up. Stretching out his too-small briefs, his cock began to elongate down his left leg. After visiting Marcos, Charlie intended to go out to buy new underwear and briefs since he had become too small recently.

“You have no idea.” Charlie rested his head on the table.

“Huh? What do you mean by that?” Marcos stopped nibbling on his donut to look at Charlie. Charlie squeaked, realizing what floodgate he may have just opened.

“Uh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just a personal problem is all.” Charlie tried his best to catch a save, however he still continued to avoid eye contact with the sexy Italian man sitting in front of him by keeping his head on the table.

Closing his laptop, Marcos turned all of his attention to the red-head. “Charlie, something has been off with you lately. You keep trying to run away from me lately, and try to limit contact. I wanted to talk to you about this on our next shift, but is it about that time when I fell on top of you while I was trying to do maintenance?” Marcos inquired.

Charlie let out a groan that escaped his mouth. Slithering, his cock head remembering the memory quite fondly, growing another half inch down his leg.

“So it is. Charlie, I’m really sorry about that. It was purely an accident, I didn’t mean to sit on you at all. Plus, I shouldn’t have made that comment about you needing to, uh, let off some steam…” Marcos blushed.

Lifting up his head to look at Marcos, he could see the man was scratching his beard and also trying to avoid making eye contact. Sighing, Charlie knew he should be honest with his boss. His personal problem was growing by the minute and he didn’t want to keep this conversation tip-toeing around. “Marcos, look, I honestly did not have a problem with that all, or your comment.” Doing his best to find the words, Charlie tried to start speaking, only squeaking out some noises. Marcos raised an eyebrow, trying his best to complete whatever thought Charlie was trying to put together.

“Truth is, Marcos, I was embarrassed about that situation for another reason.” Charlie stood up, refusing to look at his boss. A clear outline of a thick throbbing cock pushed against the washed out skinny jeans. Marcos stared in shock at the size of the large dick print in front of him. Mouth wide enough to catch flies, it was now Marcos’s turn to try to speak. “Uh, why Charlie that’s uh, that’s really quite…”

“It’s grown Marcos. It wasn’t this big. Whatever happened to Hwan, I think is happening to me too. I noticed it the day you fell on me. You…got me a bit excited. Later that day I realized it felt bigger than normal. It’s been gradually getting a bit bigger.” Charlie stared down at the pulsing dick print and outlined it with his hand.

Marcos gulped, unable to utter any words. Eyes fixated on the dick print, Marcos felt a stir in his own pants. “I see, so you believe it to be affecting you too, Charlie? I suppose that isn’t impossible after what happened to Hwan. Nothing weird has happened to it right? No second one, or third ball—?” Marcos was curious now.

“No!” Charlie yelled. “Just, bigger. It has to be the kiosk. No mutations thank god. I always thought having a big dick would be cool but it’s so much work to hide and keep crammed.” Charlie watched as Marcos licked his lips.

“I can see that. Sorry, Charlie. On the bright side, you have what most men envy at least. Mine is not even that big.” Following Charlie’s lead, Marcos stood up. His own bulge pushed at the front of his pants, nowhere as massive as Charlie’s but still a pretty good size. Charlie’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“Boss—I mean, Marcos, are you also…” Charlie dragged out the end half of his thought.

“Hard, or interested in men?” Marcos completed the thought. “If that’s your question, the answer is both.”

“How come you never told me! I never would have thought you would be interested in guys too!” Charlie laughed, ecstatic at the news that his boss was also interested in men.

“I like to keep my personal life and professional life separate. Besides, I may or may not have felt you getting a bit of a woody when I fell on top of ya.” Marcos grinned, staring down at the bulge in the Australian man’s pants. Walking over to the stocky man, Charlie looked down at him, a few inches taller. Both of them standing in silence, taking in one another’s bodies.

Moving in a flash, both men didn’t even remember how they ended up inside of the office Marcos would typically reside in during a work day. Both of their lips pressing against one another, nose to cheek, body to body. Marcos’s right hand squeezing the throbbing bulge in Charlie’s tight pants. Charlie’s hands were roaming under Marcos’s button up, rubbing his belly while feeling the soft hair that covered it. Feral, like animals, both men pushed up against each other aggressively.

Doing his best to maintain any air of professionalism that had long left the room, Marcos paused their make-out session. Huffing to catch his breath, he stared up at the attractive shaggy-haired man. “Are you sure we should do this, Charlie?”

“I’m not sure, what do you think?” Charlie removed his hand from the man’s belly, beginning to undo some of his buttons to free the olive-toned flesh.

“I’m not sure, either.” Marcos watched motionlessly as Charlie continued to undo some of his buttons.

“Let’s just do what feels right. If at any point if either one of us wants to stop, we stop. Deal?” Charlie cupped Marcos’s face, feeling the soft but slightly coarse beard.

“Deal.” Marcos leaned back into Charlie’s lips and the two began to continue their make out session. Ripping off his button up, Marcos’s upper body was fully exposed to the elements. Charlie moved his lips to the shorter man’s neck, sucking on it and lightly grazing it with his teeth. Moving down to his collarbones, he continued to plant kisses, suckling on the man’s flesh. Marcos cooed and let the taller man take the lead. Who knew Charlie had it in him?

Pushing his boss down into the black leathered swivel chair, Charlie continued to take the lead in this interaction. Undoing his buttons, then tugging down on his zipper, a thick mushroom-capped brown cock head greeted him. Oozing a small bit of pre-cum, Charlie thumbed the head, feeling the sticky liquid. Helping Charlie out, Marcos began to shimmy his pants off of his lower body and then his briefs. Sitting in his office chair naked, the man’s girthy 6½ inch prime piece of cock bounced in front of Charlie. Wasting no time, Charlie planted his tongue around the tip of the head, licking up the pre-cum. Sliding it around the head and down the shaft, Charlie eagerly began to suck on the cock enthusiastically.

One hand reached down to play with the large dangling balls that weighed beneath Marcos’s cock. With his other hand, Charlie continued to feel up the hairy belly that Marcos possessed. Both arms stretched out and beneath his head, Marcos continued to inhale and exhale in pleasure as Charlie multi-tasked his genitals. Looking up at Marcos, Charlie’s lips curled into a smirk as he gauged the breathing pattern of the man he was currently blowing. From what he could observe, pulling on his balls while licking just the head of his cock kept Marcos bouncing in his chair. That barrel chest bouncing each time Marcos’s body pulsed with sensitivity, nipples looking quite enticing to Charlie. Also looking quite appetizing, the two black bushes coming out of Marcos’s pits were calling to Charlie.

Stopping his playtime from down below, Charlie crawled up the man’s body, leaned his nose into the hair, and took a big whiff. Enticing Charlie like a sweet aroma, Marcos’s scent of cologne and musk plunged into his nose. Marcos pushed Charlie’s head into his pit. “Get in there boy, fuck yeah. Take in my scent, Charlie.” Charlie continued to breathe in the mixed aroma, becoming intoxicated.

“That’s it, good boy Charlie. Come back to my cock now. Yeah that’s it, good boy. Fuck I haven’t had this in a while. I’ve been missing out.” Marcos’s voice rumbled, growing deeper as he began to give in to his denied lust. “Not so fast boy, I don’t want to cum yet without being able to taste your meat.” Marcos gently rubbed Charlie’s head. Popping his lips off the throbbing cock, Charlie stood up, shucking his own pants. His impressive cock bounced and bobbed in front of Marcos, foreskin pulled back, head angry and swollen. Pulling the chair forward, Charlie grabbed onto Marcos’s head.

Obliging, Marcos dove lips first onto the big dick in front of him. Using a similar technique to Charlie, his own thick tongue began to trace the outline of the cock head, rubbing around the tip. Charlie moaned as he felt Marcos pull his same stunts. Quite the adaptive learner. Wanting to see how much he could throat, Marcos began to swallow the Australian man’s cock inch by inch. Troubled by the size, Marcos had to pull the dick out of his mouth a few times, needing to catch his breath.

Not to be defeated, he continued his endeavor, determined to swallow almost all if not all of Charlie’s big dick. Beginning to form, the start of tears began to exit near the corner of his eyes. Turning more into a pinkish hue, you could visually see the battle Marcos was putting up to try to swallow more and more of the big dick that seemed to out proportion the lanky taller man.

“You’re doing such a good job sir. Eager to take all of my cock, aren’t you? Being a good head slut for me?” Charlie’s own deep voice stirred in Marcos’s ears, sending a pulse to his already achingly hard cock. Both men were fighting for dominance over each other.

“You know how to work a cock don’t you sir? I bet you’ve taken plenty of cocks over the years. Do you like how big mine is? You like how hard it makes you? Yeah you do little head slut, I see your smaller cock throbbing. Keep sucking. Suck on my big horse dick.” Charlie commanded. There was no room for negotiation. Marcos began to suck up and down on the big dick, switching up his pace from fast to slow.

“Keep that up and you may get to suck on my thick cum. You’ll like that sir. You’re gonna swallow all of it. Fuck I can feel my balls squirming, I’m going to unload a fat shot inside of you. Come on sir, faster. Don’t give up on me now, I know you want this. Your eyes are begging for it.” Charlie grabbed the shorter man by the head, pushing him faster onto his cock. Using his free hand, Marcos rubbed the part of the shaft he was unable to suck on, for now. With practice, and he knew there would be more in the future, he would be able to suck on all of that big dick. Slobbering over the shaft, Charlie couldn’t resist admitting how hot it was seeing his boss sucking on his cock. He was close.

“I’m gonna cum boss. Cum for me too, show me my big dick gets you off.” Charlie moaned, he could feel his balls tightening. Marcos moved his hand down to his average-sized dick and began to stroke it faster. Moans escaped his own mouth while sucking fast on Charlie’s cock. In unison, both men belted out a yell, as fluids began to fly. Marcos felt a thick warm shot hit the inside of his cheeks, multiple shots firing off after it. Greedily, he did his best to suck down as much of the seed as possible. At the same time, his own cock exploded with cum, the volume nowhere near as much as the one infiltrating his mouth, but nothing to scoff at. His own load covered the thin legs of the red-head.

Both men remained still, catching their breaths. Marcos’s mouth was still holding onto Charlie’s cock, feeling it gradually begin to deflate, but it still felt pretty big inside of his mouth. Charlie gently began to rub Marcos’s hair, his knees buckling in the afterglow of some post-nut clarity. Releasing his grasp on the red-head’s cock, an audible pop released from Marcos’s mouth, cum seeping down the side of his lips and down his beard. Small droplets landing into the pelt of chest hair. Knees giving in, Charlie landed on top of Marcos. Marcos laced both hands on Charlie’s back, holding him close. Rubbing his back gently, the two sat in each other’s embrace in silence, taking in what just happened between them both.

“Turn around for me, let’s see the back.” Tanner sat idly, one leg crossed over the other on the hard dressing room bench. Holding the tip of his finger to his chin, he studied the fine specimen standing before him.

Doing as he was told, Hwan slowly spun around in a circle, showing off the back of his light gray sweatpants that were an XXL, completing covering down to his ankles. Contrasting the loose pants, the tight maroon gym t-shirt clung to his toned body, complimenting his toned biceps and lean body. Tanner was enjoying watching the tall Korean struggle to fit into some of the clothes that he needed to buy. Earlier, Hwan had made quite a few of the selections look like adult crop-tops and most of the pants still showed off his ankles.

“What about this? Are we almost done? I’m tired of this.” Hwan turned back around to Tanner, seeking approval on this outfit pairing.

“It’s mediocre, but it does the job. I still vote for the green shirt that showed off your hairy abs. I’m liking the more body-hair version of you. You look good.” Tanner stood up, lifting up his shirt, exposing the black happy trail leading down to the ample bulge in the sweat pants.

“Knock it off man, it’s already awkward enough being this tall, I don’t need you drawing any more attention to me.” Hwan began to strip the shirt off, exposing the black tufts of hair under his armpits. In just his sweats, he could easily pass as a sportsgear model. Tanner stopped and smiled goofily, enjoying the enhancements his friend had undergone.

“If you want to keep ogling me, I’m going to start charging you.” Hwan rolled his eyes. Peeling off the sweat, his bulge bounced in his new briefs. Tanner was more than thrilled to learn that not only did Hwan grow in height, but other parts of his physique had grown in proportion to the rest of him. All day he had been trying to sneak a peek, but Hwan kept detouring his secret mission. “I’m already buying your clothes, let me have this.”

Throwing on an oversized black hoodie and a worn-out pair of sweatpants, Hwan covered up his jock-body. Underneath all the loose clothing, you would probably assume the man was as thin as a stick. How far away from the truth that was. Gathering the selected pairs and hanging back up the articles they were not interested in, both men left the dressing room. Hwan rubbed his eyes, not understanding how Tanner had the confidence to go out wearing what he was. Sure, Hwan had a great body before and currently, but he liked to dress a bit more reserved. Tanner on the other hand, the preening peacock he is, liked to show off his hard work in the gym.

Whereas Hwan opted to wear loose clothing, Tanner was the opposite. Cradling the curvatures of his body, Tanner wore a navy blue gym shirt that was open on both sides. If he were a woman, he would be arrested for indecent exposure without a doubt. Both of his tits created a wicked curve, giving major sideboob to every eye that could see. Tan flesh wobbled with every step he took, his tits shaking side to side, threatening to slip out of the t-shirt. From the side, you could even see his nipples which seemed to always be in a naturally hard state, showing off their perkiness. Traversing down his torso, you could easily count the six pack he worked hard to maintain year-round through his daily gym habits.

Clinging onto his ample bubble butt, Tanner sported some dark gray gym shorts that were, in no surprise, also dangerously close to being reported. Swishing side to side like his tits, his ass bounced with each step. Hwan’s new vantage point let him check out Tanner from a new perspective, and he looked hotter being much shorter. Watching that ass bounce, seeing the imprint of his crack, it was a struggle to not get an erection around him. Those loose sweats were multitasking big time. Showing the slightest bit of modesty, Tanner’s bulge was the only part of his body not bouncing around. To every onlooker though, you could tell he was decently gifted there too.

Reaching the counter and speaking with the clerk, Tanner had to keep swatting Hwan’s large hand away. When Tanner insisted on doing something, he always made sure he did it, no matter how stupid or embarrassing that may be. It was one of the attributes that Hwan liked about Tanner, and definitely one of the reasons on how they became friends to begin with. Letting Tanner lead the way, he continued to continue on and on about his latest gym crush and how he hoped to god he was gay. Or in the very least bisexual. While the two walked past different groups of people, quite a few teenagers and adults would point to Hwan. Others would try to “sneakily” take photos of him.

Whispers failed to elude his ears, comments such as, “He’s so tall! How tall do you think he is? He must play basketball. How’s the weather up there? He looks like a stick.” Hwan felt like he had developed a sixth sense, picking up on snide and assumptive comments. Tanner did not seem to notice, he went on and on about the different “exercises” he kept doing in front of the guy. Half paying attention, Hwan thought the guy was named Fred? Maybe Frank? Didn’t matter, the comments kept coming.

Looking down at his long body, he felt awkward and kind of embarrassed. Was this being insecure? It had been so long since he felt like this. Learning how to properly balance and walk on his much longer legs and his now size-16 feet was not the easiest task. Struggling like a newborn giraffe, Tanner helped him practice back at his apartment. Stumbling about, Tanner acted like a parent proud of his toddler who had just learned how to take their first steps. Hwan smiled thinking back to this morning and how genuinely excited he was for him, no matter how stupid the whole situation actually was.

“So Hwan, do you think I’m trying too hard? Be honest with me. I can take it.” Tanner stopped, turning to look up at his big coworker near some benches, moving out of the way of other passing consumers in the mall.

“Definitely too hard. You should stop before you embarrass yourself further or end up making him flee in terror.” Hwan smirked.

“You’re such an ass sometimes you know that?” Tanner pouted, clearly not liking the truthful answer. “You’re right, I should stop. It’s a bad habit. Why can’t I just be content with any or one guy?”

“Bad habit, true. You know I don’t judge you for hooking up and spending time with multiple guys, but you do seem afraid of commitment just a bit Tanner.” Hwan lectured the blond man who still wasn’t too happy that he was speaking facts.

“Okay okay, I didn’t want my therapy lesson right here right now. That was a rhetorical question you did not need to answer. At least wait until we are sitting at the food court first before you continue to make me realize my mistakes. What type of food did you want anyways? Does your new body get hungrier?” Tanner eyeballed the map next to the benches. He had not been to this side of the mall before.

“I guess? I mean, I do feel pretty starved, but it’s been less than twenty-four hours since all of this.” Hwan gestured to his body.

“Fair point. Anyways, I think I know where it is from here. There’s a new kebab spot that I have been wanting to try the last few times I’ve been here. Hurry up, Gumby.” Tanner began to get a head start, trying to pick up the pace after that insult.

“Gumby? Gumby? Did you just call me Gumby?” Hwan scoffed, in disbelief at the comparison. That little brat was going to get it, big time. Careful to not run in the mall, Hwan used his long legs to stride forward, easily catching up to the busty himbo. In no time at all, the two had finally reached the food court. Approaching the smaller man, doing a quick check no one was around, Hwan used his large hand to smack Tanner’s ass. Tanner yelped in surprise, covering his mouth as a few onlookers looked at him.

“Just for that, you’re paying for our lunch. I was initially going to treat you, but not anymore you douche.” Tanner glared at the taller man as he chuckled. Who was he kidding, Tanner couldn’t stay mad at him for long. “I’ll go grab us a seat. My poor ass that you just wounded needs a seat. You can go pick us out something to eat. I’m not picky.” With no contest, Hwan did as he was told and waited in line at the kebab place. Meanwhile, Tanner found a table next to one of the water features. It was away from the other tables in the food court dining area. Sitting there idly, two fellow gym rats approached him. One wearing a pink button up with the first two buttons undone and some shorts with flip flops. Next to him, the other guy was wearing some gym attire from a similar brand to Tanner’s.

Hwan glanced over in Tanner’s direction to see the two gym bros speaking with him. Raising an eyebrow, he was curious about what they wanted with him. One of the men took a seat and scooted his chair closer to Tanner. Leaning over the table, the other one put his hand on Tanner’s shoulder. Tanner let out a laugh and playfully pushed the man leaning over the table. Exhaling, it looked like Tanner was fine. Receiving his receipt, Hwan waited nearby listening to the expo workers call out the orders that were ready. Back in Tanner’s direction, Hwan saw the man in the pink-button up was even closer to Tanner in the chair, nearly all up on him, Hwan nicknamed him Pinky in his head. Taking a position behind Tanner, the gym attire man that Hwan nicknamed Sleeves, since his sleeves looked ready to burst from his large biceps, was rubbing Tanner’s shoulder. Hwan looked over and saw that Tanner was no longer laughing, his body more compact in his chair. Looking in Hwan’s direction, both Tanner and Hwan made eye contact. Something was off.

Crumpling the receipt in his hand, Hwan strode over in the direction that Tanner was sitting. Both men seemed to be infringing on his personal space a bit more, Tanner looking more uncomfortable with each ticking second. Arriving closer, Hwan could make out the faint conversation that the men were having.

“Come on baby, why don’t you just Kev and I here for a little get-together. You’re just our type.” Pinky smirked, his hand rubbing one of Tanner’s muscular thighs.

“It’s hard finding a gym rat like us. Look at these muscles, and this chest. Damn, you got some crazy tits man.” Sleeves moved his hands from Tanner’s shoulders and onto his chest. Fondling his tits, Tanner was in disbelief at what was happening. He didn’t like the attention anymore.

“Let go, please. I’m only asking once. You’re in my space.” Tanner’s lip quivered, the man’s strong hands rubbing the tips of his chest, this was bad. Both nipples pushed against the tips of his shirt. Moving his hand to the open sides, the man began to feel Tanner’s side-boob.

“Come on baby, you were just laughing with us a moment ago. We both saw how you were checking us out. We’re all friends here. Come with us, and bring the twins too.” Sleeves moved his hands back to the front of Tanner’s tits, finding his nipples and tweaking them. Tanner let out a little squeak, his nipples were so sensitive. Pinky meanwhile had moved his hand to Tanner’s bulge which had a little jump upon the contact with his nipples. “Looks like you like having your tits played with huh baby? Your cock sure liked it.” Pinky leaned into Tanner’s ear.

Massaging his tits, Tanner wanted to get up and leave, but couldn’t. Sleeves’ weight was holding Tanner down onto the chair, and his sensitive body was keeping him from moving. Pinky meanwhile had some of his weight on Tanner’s built thighs, fondling his bulge. Tanner was huffing, he didn’t like how his body was reacting to the situation. Why couldn’t he just get up?

“What do you two think you’re doing?” Hwan stood in front of the table, his imposing 6’9 height towering over all three men. Both of his almond-shaped eyes were narrowed, glaring at the two men next to Tanner. Forgetting how deep his voice was now, Hwan was a little taken aback hearing his words come out of his mouth for a second, but held his ground.

“We were just chatting with this friend of ours here. Do you need anything? If not, we’re a little busy trying to spend some quality time with our friend.” Pinky spat, annoyed at the tall man that was getting in the way of him and his buddy’s pick up.

“Tanner, let’s go.” Commanding his voice, Hwan reached his hand out to Tanner. Frightened, Tanner reached for Hwan’s hand. Sleeves let go of Tanner’s chest, Pinky following suit as his hands left the stud’s thighs. “When somebody says stop, you listen. No questions asked.” Hwan bore his eyes into both men, his voice growing deeper with anger. Shaking, Hwan could feel Tanner’s hand in his own trembling. “Now, get the fuck away from this man before I call security.”

“Oh yeah? What’s an awkward stick like yourself to him? He should be hanging out with someone more like him, not someone like yourself. Go find your own group.” Pinky spat.

“Hwan, let’s go, right now.” Tanner pleaded, his hand still trembling. Hwan looked down at his shorter friend, he was a little bit behind Hwan, hand still shaking. Sighing, Hwan wanted to do a lot of things to those two assholes, but Tanner was visibly uncomfortable. “You’re right babe, let’s go.”

Tanner’s ears perked up, looking at Hwan. Standing firm, Hwan looked down into Tanner’s eyes, maintaining a serious look before looking back at the two gym rats getting up from the table. “That guy is someone you’re with? What the hell? You can do so much better than that awkward pole.” Sleeves huffed, looking up and down at Hwan’s clothing. “His clothes don’t even fit right, you’re a hot mess all over man.” Both men laughed.

Walking over to Tanner, Sleeves reached out and grabbed Tanner’s arm. “Come on baby, come hang out with real men for once.”

That had done it. A loud whoosh of air rang by Tanner’s ear, and quickly following was a thump.

Tapping hard against the white tiled floor, the bright lights of the mall flickering as both men began to pant. Making their way through different groups of friends, teenagers, and some families, Hwan followed Tanner’s lead as he continued to pull Hwan. Tanner led the way, running while holding Hwan’s hand as they searched for the exit. Flexing his fingers and knuckles on his left hand, they felt a little sore. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that so hard? Granted, he never really tested his strength before.

Scurrying out the front door and into the parking lot, Tanner did not let up pace. While now away from the ears of other people inside the mall, Tanner finally began to scold Hwan. “Hwan what the fuck was that? You could have gotten arrested and thrown into a mall jail! You wouldn’t make it there!” Tanner reached into his pocket, struggling to grab his keys. “Fuck this isn’t the time to forget where the hell we parked!” Tapping his horn button on his keys, he heard his car beep in a nearby lane.

“Over here!” Tanner tugged onto Hwan’s arm, not letting up. Finding his car, the two scrambled inside. Tanner looked around, seeing if the pair were being chased by anyone. “Hwan, I can’t believe you did that! You punched a man for me! You literally knocked his ass out cold!” Tanner squealed, in awe that Hwan, the one who was typically the grounded one, the one that kept everybody else in line, punched a guy cold in public. There were a few onlookers, but Tanner and Hwan had escaped the scene before anything could progress.

Cramped in his seat, Hwan pushed his chair back so his knees wouldn’t be crashing into the compartment that held Tanner’s car registration. Tossing his head back onto the headrest, Hwan finally spoke after not saying a word the entire time. “Fuck I’m sorry Tanner. I didn’t mean to—it—it just happened. I saw you looked uncomfortable and they were getting all up on you. Then they started harassing your body and I just—my mind went blank okay.” Hwan stuttered, his thoughts all over the place. He didn’t believe what he had just done either. Tanner began to back out of their spot and got the hell out of the lot, driving directly to his apartment complex.

“Hwan, you literally punched a man for me!” Tanner repeated the sentence like an owl. “No man has ever done that for me. Okay that sounds weird out loud, but the sentiment is there!” Tanner kept his eyes on the road, but moved a hand onto Hwan’s thigh. Taking a moment to look at Hwan, he had the hood on his head from the hoodie and had pulled the drawstrings to cover his face. “Look, I know you probably feel guilty about creating a spectacle but you weren’t in the wrong Hwan. Those two seemed nice but were being creepy jerks. I was chatting with them and having a normal conversation when all of a sudden they were groping me and I couldn’t move.” Tanner’s voice trembled, growing a little anxious. “The one on my shoulders was putting his weight on me, I couldn’t really move. His buddy was fondling my bulge, and the worst part was, my body…was liking it.” Pulling up to a red light, Tanner stopped. “Not listening, one kept playing with my chest and my body began to act on its own. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel so…gross.” Tanner sighed. “You were right, I should stop trying to flirt with every guy I see. I guess I deserved that.”

“Don’t you dare, make excuses for their behavior Tanner.” Hwan sat up from his slouching position, looking at the red light before looking at Tanner. “You thought they were just friendly guys, you get along with a lot of people. I see that every day at work and when we go to the gym. However, that did not mean it was okay for them to put their hands on you without your consent, especially in a public setting like that. In no way was it okay for them to touch you, and you don’t need to feel guilty about your body. Hell, look at me. I’m not used to this body, and clearly not my own strength.” Stretching his hand out, Hwan flexed his fist that he used to knock out the man. Tanner kept silent. “How you choose to show off your body is your own business, but at the end of the day, you deserve to be treated with respect no matter what you look like, what you wear, and what your boundaries are, no matter the setting. As for how your body reacted, sometimes, you don’t have control over that even if you wish you did. I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, Tanner.”

Flipping his blinker, Tanner pulled over to the side of the road, out of the minimal traffic. “Thank you, Hwan. A lot of people have it worse and go through worse, so I feel like I’m blowing this out of proportion, but, thank you. I appreciate you coming to help me out. Please, don’t feel sorry, okay?” Tanner leaned over the compartment between them, trying his best to hug Hwan, even though their positioning was awkward. Hwan reached around Tanner’s back, holding onto him, feeling his chest on his own. Both men continued to hug for a few minutes in silence, not letting go, enjoying one another’s company. Sliding his hand from Tanner’s back up to the back of his head, Hwan began to rub there gently. Nuzzling his face into Hwan’s chest, Tanner took in the mixed scent of his old clothes and Hwan’s natural scent. It was comforting.

Letting go of Tanner first, Hwan sat back in his seat fully. Tanner felt a little sad the long hug was over so soon. Adjusting his seat belt on between his pecs, Tanner turned his blinker back on and merged back onto the road. Handing his phone over to Hwan with the aux cord, Hwan selected one of Tanner’s playlists and the two headed back to Tanner’s apartment.

Shoving one of his thin legs into his skinny jeans, Charlie gradually began to pull on the clothing to cover his lower body. Marcos followed his lead, slinging his button up shirt back onto his shoulders, leaving the buttons undone as he slid his belt through the loops of his pants. Both men continued to steal glances at one another as they began to clean themselves up from their impromptu “meeting”. Charlie’s cock could only stay deflated so long, already giving him trouble when it came time to pull up his zipper. Marcos’s little bits of chub on his body wiggled a little bit as he continued to get dressed.

“These pants get more snug each and every day. Maybe I should invest in some new ones.” Marcos jumped up and down, doing his best to shimmy the pants over the curves of his bubble butt. Leaping with his jumps, his hairy chubby belly joined in the dance. Charlie couldn’t help but admire his boss’ figure, he was perfect. How he wished to rush back over to the shorter man, planting his lips over his belly and chest, worshiping every curve. Maybe that would be too soon, especially since Charlie dreaded the conversation that was bound to follow up once both men got dressed and left the four walls of the room they were in.

Having finally gotten dressed, Charlie helped clean up any dishevelment that both men had created in their feral acts of lust. Reaching into a drawer, Marcos pulled out an aroma-plug and stuck it inside of an outlet. Musk that once inhabited the room began to dissipate, becoming replaced by a hint of vintage suede. Replacing one sexy smell for another, not a bad choice. Charlie took note of the scent in case for a future gift he may endeavor upon for his boss, perhaps for a birthday.

Basking in the after-glow of their post-nut clarity and silence, both men left the office and returned to the lobby. Moving his closed laptop over to beneath the POS area, Marcos tidied his collar and grabbed his bag. “I don’t think it’d be fair of me to not take out to eat after what we just did. Granted, usually it’s in the other order. Would you care to join me for a bite?” Skin gleaming with a beautiful glow, that sexy beard garnering all of Charlie’s attention. “How could I refuse? I was afraid we were just going to go our separate ways just now.” Charlie laughed awkwardly, fixing his shaggy red hair.

“Listen Charlie, how about we talk about things over our bite to eat. As long as you don’t mind spending more time with your old boss on your day off. I’d appreciate you indulging me.” Marcos’s attention wavered as he reached into his pocket, searching for his keys. A secret smirk and thought crossed his mind.

“I keep telling you, you’re not old. I’d love to indulge you in any way I can. Whatever you want to do, I’m all for it. Marcos.” Marcos’s ears perked up, hearing Charlie use his actual name instead of terms of authority such as boss outside of work-talk always made his stomach flutter. “Is that so? Well, I did just have a thought if you don’t mind indulging me just a bit. If you’re okay trying something out.”

Marcos’s playful eyes hinted toward something sneaky, it caught Charlie’s attention. This was a little out of character for Marcos he thought, but then again, he did just find out Marcos had a few kinks he was unaware of. Enjoying playing and making comments with Charlie’s big dick, calling Charlie “boy”, and guiding him into his pits. Taking in a deep breath, Charlie could swear he could smell Marcos’s cologne and musk again. Chubbing up inside of his pants, his cock was already at a semi-erection. Marcos played more dominantly than Charlie anticipated, but he was not going to be outdone by that sexy Italian stud. He’d indulge him, and try to outdo him. The game was on.

Walking over to where the shorter man stood, Charlie looked down on him. Lifting his right hand, he placed it under his chin, feeling the beard and gazing into his eyes, showing him who was going to be boss. “If this is the start to whatever our new personal relationship is, I’m all for it. However…” Charlie leaned down, moving his mouth to Marcos’s ear, and whispered, “You can be my boss at work, but in private, I am going to be your boss.”

Moving away from his ear, Charlie looked back down at Marcos, smiling smugly. Marcos’s face lit up, liking this new challenge Charlie was opening the doors to. Usually more reserved and quiet Charlie, the one who tried his best to help out where he could to support his friends and boss in the streets, was a dominant man wanting to own his prey in the sheets. Quite the dastardly combo. Marcos, while gazing into the Australian man’s eyes, realized there was a lot more to his employee than the persona he wore at work. “I see you wear yourself in private much differently than you do at work, interesting.” Marcos tilted his head, enjoying Charlie’s hand on his chin.

“I can say the same for you too, Marcos. If this is how things are going to be, I think we still have a lot to learn about each other. If you want to.” Charlie released his hand, reaching for Marcos’s bag.

“I’d say so. If you want to continue exploring this, us, I wouldn’t mind. No pressure of course. I know I may be your boss here and it’d be extremely unprofessional to pursue any types of relationships outside of work with any employee—” Marcos was rambling, his work mode returning back.

Slinging Marcos’s bag over his shoulder, Charlie cut him off. “There is no pressure, Marcos. Honestly, I’ve followed you for as long as I have because I’ve crushed on you, as a boss, and as a friend. I agree, this is completely unprofessional, but let’s just explore what can be. Tanner and Hwan don’t need to know. This can be our “secret project”.” Charlie gestured with his fingers in air quotes. Marcos nodded, both men agreeing in consensus. Butterflies taking flight in their stomachs at the revelation of something new and taboo entering their everyday lives. A tryst between boss and employee, a scandal as old as time.

“Oh yeah, I believe we got off topic a bit. What did you have in mind before our little detour?” Charlie pondered, doing his best to rope Marcos back to his original thought.

“Oh right, I already forgot. It involves this.” Whipping out the VISA gift card from his pocket, he flicked it between both of his fingers, showing it off to Charlie. Charlie raised an eyebrow, not quite too sure what he was getting at. Marcos walked around the counter and approached the unplugged kiosk that was still fully active. “Truth is Charlie, I have always thought you are a handsome guy. After being able to explore more of your body though, I have to say, you are full of big surprises.” Charlie’s balls squirmed hearing Marcos’s double entendre.

“You seemed to be quite fond of that too. So I was thinking…” Marcos’s back covered the screen, Charlie’s heart began to race. Was Marcos going to do what Charlie thought he was going to do? No…but would he? Doubting his own intuitions, Charlie did not believe that Marcos would do something like that after last night’s events. Even after Charlie had to talk him out of being in his head when he first arrived. No way Marcos would be using the kiosk to do anything…selfish?

Swiping the gift card, Marcos’s fingers tapped away at the screen. Pausing for a bit, he was curious about how he wanted to distribute the funds on the card. Should he put all his eggs in one basket? Perhaps he could spread some of the love around a bit. Fogging up his mind, the recent memories of the thick uncut cock gagging him as he did his best to swallow it all filled his mind. Marcos was a breakfast person after all, eggs in one basket it is then! Hastily tapping the single fund, Marcos waited for his indulgence to begin. Second thoughts crossed his mind, but Charlie did agree to it. Hopefully it wasn’t too much after all.

“Oh shit, Marcos what did you do? Did you use all of it?” Charlie’s knees buckled, his legs trembling at the warmth infiltrating his body. Pawing at the front of his skinny jeans, the semi-erection began to grow violent, like a caged animal tired of its imprisonment. Biting his tongue, Charlie began to breathe at a faster pace. Balls beginning to churn with more seed, dropping a bit lower in his sac. It was an odd feeling, but he could feel his balls swell a bit more in size to account for what was coming next. After connecting the dots that the kiosk was the catalyst to his cock growing initially once it was installed, the growth had been gradual. Right now, this feeling was a lot at once.

Too distracted with his own body, Charlie did not even realize Marcos had finished using the volatile kiosk and was staring at him. Patiently awaiting his handiwork to come into play, Marcos eyed the bulge in the red-head pants, bouncing and straining the already too-tight fabric. “Fuck Marcos, this—” Charlie was panting, his cock growing thicker, girth being added onto it circumference. Such an odd feeling, it felt like his cock was growing harder, which it technically was, but not as an erection. Some discomfort ran along the shaft as a fair amount of growth was happening at once. Soreness spread across the growing shaft, the spongy flesh fighting for space inside the too-cramped confines.

“Is this how Hwan felt? Fuck this hurts a bit.” Charlie growled, sweat beads forming on his forehead. Both of the frames from his glasses began to grow foggy as his body temperature rose. No, Hwan definitely had it way worse as Charlie recalled his sprawling growth left him in more writhing agony. To Charlie, this feeling in his nether regions felt as if someone was tugging on his cock and stretching it out like it was a balloon animal. Flesh was not supposed to be like a balloon animal. Reeling out of what seemed like a magical void, his cock began to grow in length, crawling down the right pant leg.

Marcos’s own average cock began to flare up with some girth as he was getting a semi from seeing the snake-like tube fill out on Charlie’s body. Looks like things are usually bigger and deadlier in Australia. Observing the trouser snake as if it were a new species, Marcos approached the struggling man, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead as the warmth continued to remain. “Are you okay, was it too much?” Marcos asked.

Grimacing, Charlie managed to grunt out a response. “Yeah, I’m all right. Definitely didn’t expect to feel it this much. This is a lot, snap oh shit.” Charlie and Marcos both looked down to the pant leg that the trouser snake was inhabiting. Tearing open a small hole in the seams like a burrow, the trouser snake’s thick head’s pink flesh was now poking out. Still covered itself in its foreskin hood, the snake was too big to be confined. Anyone looking down at Charlie’s lower body could easily make out the fat outline without any trouble. Easily bigger than a porn star, it’d be a lot easier to convince passersby that he was stuffing his pants than admitting that the cock was real.

“It’s stopping now, the cramping is going away. It’s so heavy Marcos.” Charlie brushed the outline of his fat snake, the size was unbelievable. Not even fully hard, the fat log had broken a small opening on his skinny jeans and was thrumming itself with blood. Charlie knew he had just torn through another pair of briefs as well, as there was no way his snake was fully out like that without doing some internal damage. Marcos couldn’t resist, using his index finger to rub the slit of the exposed head, Charlie shivered.

“How does it feel?” Marcos’s eyes were glossy, fully enraptured with the rare species in front of him. Wanting fully to fondle the length and size of the beast, Marcos knew if he did he and Charlie would not leave the shop all day. They would probably sleep here over night if that were the case.

“Fat. Heavy. And really big. Are you happy with it?” Charlie’s lips curled into a smile, seeing the shorter man enthralled with the suffocating cock in his pants. Marcos seemed to be a size queen, noted. “You like me big, don’t you, Marcos? Is this big enough for you?” Charlie moved Marcos’s hand onto the outline of his snake. Marcos gulped, his hand moving on his own. Charlie felt his cock reel out a bit large, the foreskin around the head pulling back. If the two kept this up, he’d be getting hard in an instant. Who knew if his pants would fully hold up. If he had to place a bet on it, Charlie would bet they wouldn’t make it another hour or two.

“Yes boss, I love it.” Marcos smiled at Charlie, enjoying giving the role of power over to him for the time being. Charlie nodded, taking the ownership. Pushing Marcos down to his exposed cock head, Charlie commanded him, “Lick it for me. I need you to get rid of my pre-cum before we go out.” Marcos didn’t need to be told twice. Suckling on the head like a hamster feeding on a watering tube, Marcos got to work sucking. Lapping his tongue around the slit, he rested on his knees to be closer to his treat. Slurping up the stream of pre-cum, the snake began to deflate a bit, head still exposed but nowhere near as constricting as before.

“I don’t want to get a full erection yet. We’ll measure it later, be a good boy and wait. Right now, I’m starved. I’m ready for a nice meal and then maybe later,” Charlie paused, reaching down to grab a heaping handful of ass jutting off the shorter man. “Some dessert.”

“Move over, you big log, you’re hogging my entire couch. You’re making yourself too comfortable here and you’ve only been here for less than two days.” Tanner approached his couch which usually was big enough to seat him and Hwan before certain events, but now proved to have shrunk. “You invited me here, I can go back home, you know.” Hwan scooched over the best he could, still taking up a decent amount of room.

“I’m kidding, I appreciate your company. You never really stay over this long, it’s a nice change.” Tanner moved a bowl of popcorn between the two men. Hwan’s large hand reached into the bowl, grabbing a handful and quickly scarfing it down. Tanner pointed the remote at the television, trying to find something worth their time. In the time that they had been back at the apartment, both men had just spent the day being lazy for the most part. Hwan chose to stay back when Tanner went to the gym but that was the peak highlight of their day, minus the entire mall incident that occurred earlier in the day.

Mid-chew Tanner spoke. “So, are you going to work tomorrow? We never really talked about that.” Tanner put the remote down and exchanged the electronic device for his phone. “I’m gonna shoot a text to the group chat real quick. I wonder how Boss and Charlie are doing today.”

T: hey guys, I wanted to see how you r doing! Hwan is doing gud, I’ve been taking good care of him >:)

H: Meh.

Tanner playfully punched the man’s arm. Ding

M: Glad to hear you two are doing well! Did you go get checked out yet Hwan? Any symptoms?

H: Nah, I didn’t bother. I felt fine after I woke up. I should be good.

C: That’s good to hear 👍 Don’t overdo anything 🤨

T: anyways, are we gonna b open tom? or wut?

M: That is up to you guys, it’ll be just us three since Hwan will be staying home. I can reduce our hours of operation for the day, but if you believe it’ll be too much we can take tomorrow off and gameplan.

H: Who said I am staying home?

T: ??? wut do u mean? I know im sitting next to you rn but you may scare customers bro

C: What Tanner means to say Hwan 😒 is you might make our customers ask some questions 👉

H: I can just work back of house. Out of sight out of mind, right?

M: Not a bad idea, but you would really need to limit your contact from guest view. It seems rude of us to just stick you away in the back taking care of cleaning tasks and dishes all day.

H: I don’t care. Work is work, this is a setback but I still want to contribute.

T: nothin about u is little rn

Hwan retaliated by smacking the popcorn out of Tanner’s hand, causing it to scatter over his shirtless torso. “What the hell! What did I do now!” Tanner huffed.

“You know what you did. I swear you don’t think before typing. Or acting.” Hwan rolled his eyes.

C: sent an image

Tanner and Hwan viewed the image. Looked like it was taken earlier today. Charlie and Marcos were taking a selfie at a restaurant table. Marcos was smiling while Charlie looked like he was doing an awkward one.

“Why would he send a photo he looks so awkward in. He needs my help next time.” Tanner gasped. He wouldn’t be caught dead looking bad in a photo, let alone being in one he sent himself.

“Be nice.” Hwan scolded the man next to him. “They look happy, and it looks like they are finally seeing each other outside of work. Took them long enough.”

“What do you mean by that? Charlie acts just like a lost puppy following the boss around. It doesn’t seem odd that they would meet up on a day off.” Tanner shrugged.

“You’re incredibly daft and oblivious. I’m surprised you still haven’t caught on.” Hwan sighed, looking over the sexy man next to him studying the photo. Why did the hot ones sometimes have to be stupid?

“Just tell me!” Tanner begged.

“No, it’s not my place to. Anyways I’m getting tired. Today was a long day.” Hwan plopped his phone back onto the coffee table in front of the couch. Grabbing at the waistband of his sweats, he began to pull them down, standing in nothing but his packed full boxers. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Tanner coughed.

“Um, getting comfortable? I like to sleep with little clothing on as possible. It’s too constricting.” Hwan retorted, acting as if that was one of the stupidest questions Tanner could ask. Ironically, Tanner was half-nude himself.

“You didn’t sleep like this last night! Why now?” Tanner blushed.

“You have literally seen me naked. I have seen you naked. Why are you getting so uptight now? Besides, last night you forced me to wear your sweats while I was half-conscious from my growth spurt.” Hwan rolled his eyes, walking past the seated man.

“That’s not the point! My house, my rules.” Tanner put his bowl down. Standing up, he crossed his large arms in front of his tits, standing his ground.

Looking down at his shorter friend, Hwan crossed his own arms against his own toned, muscular chest. Balled up and pointed toward the shorter man, Hwan stood his own ground. His little friend was trying to play leader? While two could play at that game.

“Listen here, shortie.” The words cut through Tanner like a knife. “I’m your guest, I think you can give me some leniency. I also think you forgot who’s the bigger man here.” Hwan pawed at his bulge, letting it bounce in front of Tanner. Near salivating, Tanner’s attention was on the largely filled pouch in front of him. So close, yet so far, he wanted to reach out and touch it. Doing so would be giving into Hwan, and that would equal defeat!

“Stop using your size as your trump card dammit! If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like this new version of you.” Tanner tore his attention away from Hwan’s bulge, doing his best to shoot daggers into the taller man’s eyes.

“What if I do like my new size? Are you jealous?” Hwan leaned down, his left hand on Tanner’s shoulder, dark pit hair exposed to the smaller man.

“You can’t be serious! You’re freakishly tall. Who would like that?” Tanner’s voice was wavering. Tanner knew all too well that this much taller version of his friend was a turn on, and he wanted to climb him like a tree. However, after being called shortie? He wanted to make a few cuts into Hwan.

“Oh, so now I’m freakishly tall? So you don’t like me this way?” Hwan’s eyes burrowed into Tanner’s. Tanner couldn’t help but wonder if Hwan was taking him too seriously. His rich deep voice was commanding, and his tone sounded serious.

“I didn’t mean that Hwan. You know I’m just playing, right?” Tanner uncrossed his arms, and sighed.

Without even an opportunity to register what was happening, one moment Tanner had his feet planted onto the floor, and the next they weren’t. Hwan scooped up Tanner by his small waist, the waist that gave him his beautiful figure. Both large hands wrapped around him, holding him up into the air a few inches. Like a child, Tanner gave a few little kicks in the air. “Put me down!”

“Why? You seem to be liking this.” Hwan’s gaze drifted off to the bulge in the smaller man’s gym shorts. Tanner didn’t even realize he was displaying a woody.

“No! No I am not!” Tanner couldn’t even look Hwan in the eye anymore. Stopping his little kicks, he just dangled midair in the taller man’s hold.

“Were you opposed to me being naked because you were afraid of getting hard? That’s unlike you.” Hwan raised his eyebrow.

“Shut up! I don’t know, okay! It’s just…different.” Tanner murmured.

“Different how?” Hwan adjusted his hold to get a better grasp on Tanner’s waist.

“I’m bad with words, you know this. You’re an ass, you know that?” Tanner frowned.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Come here.” Hwan lifted Tanner up a bit higher, embracing him into a hug while his feet were still in the air. While in the embrace, Tanner picked up his legs and wrapped them around Hwan’s larger body. Relenting, he followed suit by wrapping his arms around him too, like a monkey hugging a tree in silence.

“You call me an ass a lot. I’ve gotten used to it by now.” Hwan broke the silence, looking to see Tanner had burrowed his head into his swimmer’s chest.

“Because you are an ass. You tease me all the time.” Tanner refused to look up, embarrassed.

“I thought you like being teased and played with. It’s kind of been our unspoken agreement, hasn’t it?” Hwan inquired. Thinking back, the two never really had actual conversations on where their boundaries were. Sure, the two fooled around a bit, but it was mutual jack off sessions, pec jobs, blow jobs, hand jobs, and other side activities. They’d never done anything further. Usually after either guy finished, they would pack things up and head out and not say anything until the next day. Friends with benefits was the best sounding label for their situation. Now though, Hwan thought Tanner may be experiencing doubts like he himself had been.

“I do, I like being more submissive to you, and our voyeur play has been fun…” Tanner paused.

Hwan picked up the paused thought. “But?”

“But, I feel like recently we have been crossing into new territory, and things feel different.” Tanner squeezed a bit harder onto Hwan.

“A lot of things have been new territory recently, Tanner. I’m not afraid to help you figure things out. I would never mean any actual harm in any way.” Hwan rubbed the blond man’s hair gently. “Look Tanner, let’s just get some rest and be ready for tomorrow, okay? I’ll put some clothes on if it’ll make you more comfortable. I’ll also stop using my size to tease you, but I won’t lie, it’s been fun.” Hwan released his grasp on Tanner. Blinking, he looked down to see Tanner was still holding on, tight.

“I didn’t say you had to let go yet. You don’t need to get dressed either. It’s fine.” Tanner looked up at Hwan. Leading his lips onto Tanner’s, both men began to kiss. Returning his hands back onto Tanner’s body, he held on as he walked through the small foyer into Tanner’s bedroom. Gently getting onto the bed, the frame groaned under the weight of both men. Passionately kissing and gently biting one another’s lips, the two continued to make out. Tanner’s hands continued to roam across Hwan’s long back. Pushing his body down onto Tanners, the little remaining personal space between both men had vanished. Their bulges pushing into each other, they began to slowly hump each other’s bodies while refusing to let go of each other’s lips. Sliding one of his hands down to Tanner’s shorts, he looked at Tanner for approval. Nodding, Hwan slowly pulled down the gym shorts, and then the jock strap. Fully nude, Tanner lay on his much too small bed staring up at his giant friend.

The tip of Hwan’s cock had risen up above his waistband, and was now slobbering like an animal on his treasure trail. Leaning up from his position, Tanner sought the same approval from Hwan. “Can I take them off?”

“Yes, baby.” Tanner pulled the tight waistband downward, unleashing the thick-cut cock. Bouncing in front of Tanner’s face, the appendage swayed back and forth, much different in comparison to the last time Tanner got up close and personal with it.

“I knew it looked bigger.” Tanner was enthralled, basking in the big dick’s ambience. Sure, Hwan had been a decent size before, but now, this was foreign territory.

“Like it? I’ve been wanting to see how big it is, but wanted to wait for the right time. Want to do the honors boy?” Hwan twisted his hips, letting his cock smack itself side to side on his body.

“It’s definitely one of the biggest I’ve seen in a while.” Tanner stopped speaking, catching himself.

“Slutting yourself out again, are you? How many dicks this big have you had?” Hwan’s voice grew more gravely, his cock growing firmer. Imagining the handsome stud in front of him getting rammed by a big dick was a hot thought. However, Tanner getting rammed by his own big dick? Hwan liked that thought more.

“Oh, you know, a handful…” Tanner laughed awkwardly, trying not to spoil the mood.

Pushing Tanner back down onto the bed, Hwan lifted the smaller man’s legs until his muscular bubble butt was up in the air. With his back curved, Hwan held up one of Tanner’s muscular legs in the air, getting a full view of the sexy ass. “Hwan what are you doin-ing!” Tanner yelped, feeling a swat on his ass.

“You’ve been a naughty boy.” SWAT. “Slutting your big ass out to other guys.” SMACK. Tanner groaned, he could feel his meaty ass bounce after each hit. Hwan was using his large hand to spank Tanner, leaving his large hand print on the smaller man. Small blotches of pink began to form on his cheeks. “I bet you like getting your hole nice and loose, don’t you boy? SWAT.

Each time Hwan spanked Tanner, he would let out a yelp. Hwan liked to play dominant, but this was new. Feeling Hwan’s large hand smack his flesh sent a little shock to his cock. Tanner thought to himself when did he himself start liking this? Every yelp gradually evolved into a little moan, he could feel a stinging on both of his cheeks. “Hwan!” SWAT. “Sir! I’m sorry!” SMACK. The stinging sensation grew stronger that time. “Sorry for what?” Hwan lifted his heavy hand, planting a swat right on the center of Tanner’s right cheek. SMACK.

Groaning, Tanner could already feel that his ass was going to be stinging for hours after this. Hopefully it wasn’t going to be a problem at work. “I’m sorry for not letting you use me sir!” Hwan was about to plant another nice spank onto his cheek, but stopped. Instead, using his fingers, he ran them along the crack of Tanner’s cheeks, seeking his next target. Descending down the bed to get a better angle, Hwan commanded Tanner to keep his legs up. Obeying the larger man, Tanner used his core strength to keep still. Using his larger hands, Hwan opened up the cheeks, finding the prize he had been looking for, Tanner’s hole. Diving his nose forward into the bubble butt, Hwan opened his mouth, beginning to make out with Tanner’s other set of lips.

Sucking down onto the hole, Hwan’s longer tongue poked at the pulsing hole, lapping itself around the ring. Poking at the pucker, Hwan stuck his tongue into Tanner. “Oh shit!” Tanner’s body quivered, feeling Hwan’s tongue tease and enter his hole, while still sucking down on it. Squelching and the smacking of Hwan’s lips echoed in Tanner’s rooms. This was the first time Hwan had actually eaten out Tanner’s hole, and man was he already proving to be an expert in knowing what got Tanner’s body going.

Squeezing his own tit, Tanner began to play with the round firm flesh, seeking his hard nipples. Each time he squeezed and pulled on his own nipples, he would let out a moan. Both the sensations from his sensitive nipples and his hole was driving Tanner crazy. Rolling his eyes back into his head, Tanner began to squirm as Hwan continued to keep up his work. Removing his mouth from Tanner’s hole, Hwan stopped to catch his breath. To not let him feel so empty, Hwan moved his middle finger and index finger into his hole. Probing the two long fingers in and out, Hwan moved his lips to the now red cheeks and gently began to kiss the stinging spots.

“Your fingers are so big, sir!” Tanner mustered out the sentence mid moan, his bubble butt bouncing and squirming while clamping down onto his fingers.

“Do you want something even bigger boy?” Hwan asked, repositioning himself back onto the bed. Lining up his swollen cock head to the puckering hole. Tanner could feel the large mushroom-shaped head eagerly wanting entry. Pre-cum dripping front the head and onto the puckering hole, the seed was warm and thick.

“Fuck yes, I do!” Tanner squeezed his tits, tugging on his nipples. Obliging the begging stud, Hwan slowly began to insert the head of his cock into the hole. Meeting some resistance, he waited for Tanner to relax a little before continuing to delve deeper into him. “Shit shit shit!” Tanner gasped, feeling the large object stretch his hole. Only a few inches in and Tanner was being spread open like no tomorrow. It’d been a while since his hole had found a challenge.

Slowly pulling out, Hwan guided his cock out of the hole a little bit before pushing it back inside. Fitting another inch and a half more than his first plunge, Tanner clamped down onto the dick, causing Hwan to moan. “Shit, you’re tight, boy. I thought you were gonna be nice and loose by now.” Hwan let out a gruff laugh, accepting the challenge. “It’s normally not this hard.” Tanner took a moment to take a few breaths, Hwan stopped pushing in further to let Tanner adjust to the current amount inside of him. “You’re super thick on top of it being long. I think this is all I can take for now.” Tanner relented, the pressure was a bit much.

“What happened to saying you took all those big dicks before? Was that all talk boy?” Hwan growled, pistoning in and out of Tanner, making sure to not push past Tanner’s current limits.

“No sir!” Tanner shivered at the cock already hitting his prostate, and he could tell there were still some more inches left to enter him. “It’s just been a while since I’ve taken a big one. I’m sorry.” Tanner continued to let out little cute squeaks as Hwan picked up the pace.

“Don’t be sorry boy. We’ll get you to take all of me eventually. Right now, I want to enjoy this tight hole.” Pounding away at the hole, Hwan used his strength to move Tanner into different positions all over the bed. Checking in on his bottom often, Tanner was holding his own with Hwan plowing him. Hwan had to admit, his stamina was impressive. Adjusting the shorter man like a flesh light, Hwan used him to his pleasure. Hwan’s favorite position he put Tanner in was the cowgirl. Both of his tits bouncing up and down off his chest, nipples begging to be played with, Tanner took the lead and bounced up and down on Hwan’s dick. By now, Tanner was able to take a bit more of Hwan, but still not his entire length.

Hwan, while lying on his back, watched the sexy stud bounce relentlessly on his cock. Tanner complained about cardio at the gym all the time, but seemed to be really enjoying this exercise more. Tits bobbing up and down, enticing Hwan, he watched them, mesmerized. With his free hand, Tanner began to stroke his cock, pre-cum dripping down onto Hwan’s abdomen. “Baby I’m getting close! You fill me up so good!” Tanner stifled a moan, trying to not be super loud, as if his previous noises were any quiet.

“Me too boy. Bounce on that dick like a good boy. Fuck, you’re so tight. Your hole is wrapped around my cock perfectly. You like my dick boy?” Hwan lifted his back off the bed, his eyes decently leveled with Tanners.

“Yes sir, I love your dick! It’s one of the best I’ve ever had. I love riding your dick sir!” Hwan liked what he was hearing. Deciding to reward Tanner, he bent his neck down to Tanner’s right tit, and bit down on his nipple.

“Oh my god.” Tanner screamed, the overstimulation becoming too much. Tanner stopped bouncing on Hwan’s cock and immediately began to shoot ropes of cum onto Hwan’s body. One rope even shot onto his cheek. Seeing the stud’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy, Hwan’s own cock began to shoot thick ropes of cum inside that succulent bubble butt it had been enjoying for the last two hours. Tanner near-immediately collapsed onto Hwan, ass still clamping down onto the semi-deflating cock. Hwan was trying to catch his own breath, rubbing Tanner’s back as a job well done. Tanner remained lying on Hwan’s body, fully knocked out. Little snores whistled from Tanner, Hwan enjoyed the weight of the gym rat on his body like a weighted blanket. Not wanting to disturb the worn-out bottom, Hwan closed his eyes and also drifted off to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Blaring over to his right, Hwan’s eyes shot awake quickly, his slumber being disturbed by the alarm clock on the next nightstand beside him. Still laying on top of him, the heavy shorter man continued to sleep through the loud noise. Acting as a weighted blanket, Hwan did his best to not disturb the slumbering man. Reaching his long arm over, he smacked the top of the clock to end its belligerent noises. Head reeling from last night’s events, Hwan rubbed his eyes in hopes he would wake up a tad bit. Out like a light, Tanner’s little snores continued to fill up the room.

Unlike the head on his shoulders that struggled to wake up, his other head was already more than awake. Wedged inside of a tight, warm grasp, Hwan pulsed his cock inside of whatever he was in. Blinking, his mind connected the dots. Was his dick still inside of Tanner? Testing out his theory, he flexed his cock which began to harden out of its former chubby state. Stirring on his chest, Tanner began to squirm, shifting his butt back and forth on the cock. Even while in his sleeping state, Tanner knew how to ride a dick. Hwan couldn’t help but bite his lip, he didn’t want to wake up Tanner. Still, it felt wrong to have his cock wedged into the sleeping man’s hole. Extending his arm down the length of his body, Hwan patted around to gain a hand on the base of his cock. Fuck, no wonder why it felt so good this morning. While asleep, Tanner was still trying to take the entire length of Hwan’s cock.

Not even last night was Tanner able to take his entire length, even though they tried. While pistoning up and down on his cock, Tanner used his core strength and leg muscles to not sit all the way down on it. Currently, that still had not completely changed as more than enough of the shaft was now burrowed inside of the tight hole, aching and throbbing at how good it felt so early in the morning. Carefully, Hwan grazed the meaty bubble butt of the sleeping man and shimmied his body to let his cock out of the hole. “Mmm,” the sleeping man groaned. With a PLOP sounding like a tongue sucking on a lollipop, Hwan removed his hard cock from the sleeping bottom. Followed by the release of his cock, a warm sticky flood oozed out of the hole, dripping on Hwan’s aching dick.

Slowly raising his head upward from the pecs he was using as pillows, Tanner’s adorable sleepy eyes made contact with Hwan. “Good morning bro,” Hwan whispered, not trying to be too loud so early, unlike that annoying alarm clock. “Good morning to you too,” Tanner yawned. Gazing down at Hwan’s body, he realized he wasn’t sleeping on the bed like he thought he had been. Still, very comfortable. In attempts to move his body off of the larger man’s, Tanner yelped out in pain. “Fuck!” his muscular arm reached behind toward the lower end of his back.

“Are you okay?” Hwan sat up, Tanner still on his body, bang covering one of his eyes. “My back hurts like a motherfucker! My legs aren’t moving either.” Tanner winced, he continued to make feeble attempts but no luck. Carefully, Hwan helped pick up some of Tanner’s body weight, flipping him over and moving him to his side on the much too small bed. “You did a number on me,” Tanner groaned.

Letting out a little chuckle, Hwan blew the bang out of his sight, using one of his arms to hold his head up while turning on his side to look at the smaller man. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go so rough on you. Anything I can do to help?”

“Don’t apologize, I also did a number on myself,” Tanner sighed, recalling how pleasurable the experience was. He’d hoped that wouldn’t be the last time he and Hwan would go that far together. “My lower back is killing me though. Maybe next time I’ll know my limits.”

“Oh, so there’s going to be a next time?” Hwan’s eyes lit up, cock still pulsing. His other head was liking the sound of that.

“Don’t get so eager so fast. Don’t think I didn’t feel your big dick already wanting to go for another round. But yeah, I wouldn’t mind having a ‘next time’.” Tanner laid on his back, staring up at his ceiling.

“Cool. I wouldn’t mind that either.” Hwan repositioned himself on the bed, now lying on his side. Reaching for Tanner’s waist, he pulled Tanner into him, spooning the smaller guy. Cock still hard, it nestled itself between Tanner’s bubble butt. Hands on Tanner’s hairy tits, he gently began to massage them. Tanner closed his eyes, enjoying the close contact between the two.

Sniffing the air, Tanner couldn’t help but realize he was going to need to deep clean his room today. “It still smells like sex in here.” Hwan laughed, still continuing to make gentle motions across the man’s body.

“I’ll help you with the sheets later today. If you need help showering later, I’ll assist as well.” Hwan’s hands laced themselves over Tanner’s abs, feeling the rock-hard six-pack.

“You better. You’re equal parts responsible. I don’t think I can go into work today like this. Can you send a message to Charlie and Marcos? We got a little busy instead of responding to them last night.” Tanner wiggled his butt, enjoying the feeling of the hard rod between his cheeks.

“I don’t want to get up,” Hwan murmured, planting his lips on Tanner’s head, kissing it.

“Well, I can’t get up. If you do it, I’ll give you a Scooby snack.” Tanner ground his butt against the cock, feeling a webbing of pre-cum drip onto his left cheek.

In a mocking tone, Hwan mimicked a noise, “Aroo?”

“You can be so unsexy,” Tanner snickered.

Removing himself from Tanner’s body, Hwan got up off the bed. Creaking, the bed finally had a chance to catch its breath from all the weight that sat upon it all night. Loud footsteps patted the floor as Hwan ducked under the bedroom doorway and out to the small living room. Locating their phones out on the coffee table from last night, Hwan picked his phone up and opened the group chat. Sending a quick message, he told Marcos he and Tanner weren’t feeling too great this morning. Always the workaholic, in a few seconds Marcos sent a thumbs up and told them not to worry about coming into the shop today. Marcos already had created a little sign that displayed the message about a reduction in hours for the day.

Bringing his phone with him back to Tanner’s bedroom, he plopped it down onto the nightstand next to the alarm clock. Returning back to his original position, he pulled Tanner back into his embrace to big spoon him. Briefing him about the messages, Tanner murmured a response that Hwan couldn’t really catch. Both men drifted off back to sleep, basking in the scent of sex that wafted through the bedroom.

Wiping down the few tables in the lobby, Marcos had just locked the door. It was only 12:00 noon and they were already closed for the day. In a trade, both Charlie and himself opened up a few hours earlier. Business still did incredibly well, Marcos would have to consider this as a potential regular hours of operation for some time in the week. Having just finished sweeping the lobby and taking some dishes to the three-sinked basin in the back, the two men were already on pace to be out of the store in an hour or so.

“Excellent work today Charlie! You killed it on the bar!” Marcos patted Charlie’s back, coming to see if the tired redhead needed any help. Due to both Hwan and Tanner being out of commission for today, Charlie was the only one to work the bar and grab his own supplies. Marcos dealt with guests up front and in the small lobby. It was hard work, but he was proud that they were both able to accomplish it without any screw-ups on orders or bad wait times.

“Got any plans for after work today?’ Marcos eyed Charlie up and down. He looked cute in his uniform today. Gazing at the bulge in his pants was doing wonders to Marcos’s mood. It was extremely full. Tipping Charlie yesterday was definitely a gift to both men, as they ended up playing around with Charlie’s newly enhanced dick after their lunch reservations. Charlie took Marcos back to his apartment and the two decided to check out the new equipment. Disbelieving what Marcos had read back in Charlie’s apartment, the tape measurer that Charlie had in his desk proved to be a valuable tool. According to the tape measurer, Marcos had read the new length of Charlie’s cock, a whopping 10¼ inches! Double digits!

When it came to his attraction to men, Marcos always enjoyed the male form, no matter whether it be thin, bulky, chubby, or muscular. Smooth or hairy was also equally fun to play with, alongside a small dick or a big one. In recent years, however, Marcos tended to hook up with men who seemed to be a bit more gifted in the pants. Having a highly complimented bubble butt, he liked when men with big dicks filled him up. Men with smaller dicks still did the job just fine, but he had a lot of ass, thanks to his heritage. Sometimes, his previous partners or hookups would bottom out since it was a journey just to reach his hole. Above average seemed to be doing the trick as over the years, Marcos noticed his rump had grown more plump. Most likely due to the pastries he ate going straight to his ass, and a bit to his tummy and love handles.

Fooling around with one another, Marcos found Charlie enjoyed playing with his belly and squeezing his love handles while he sucked him off. Being more on the beefy side, Marcos filled out his shirts and pants incredibly well. Although more selective on partners, Marcos had to admit, he never really had trouble in the department of landing a guy. Maintaining his professionalism of the years was something he worked hard on, considering the hot Australian was always on his radar.

Coming to the U.S., it was definitely a culture shock in terms of expressing Marcos’s sexuality. When he was in his early twenties, he did dabble in the club scene for a bit and he had some memorable moments. Not too proud of everything he did, he started to grow a bit more tame by the time he approached his early thirties. Still, he would easily succumb to hookups every so often. Truthfully, when he set his mind on saving to open up his own business, he lost a lot of that free time and energy he used to go on dates. Leaping across the table and having that impromptu meeting with Charlie in his office yesterday was the first time in a while he was finally able to blow off some steam. Both of his hands had been his partners in crime in relieving any pent-up feelings.

“Lobby is almost done! I’ll start on the dishes if you want to work on the floors behind the counter and bar,” Marcos directed, still acting as his boss since they were on shift. This would be a slippery slope trying to navigate.

“On it. It won’t take me too long. I’ll help put away the dishes when I’m finished so we get out of here faster.” Charlie swung the mop bucket around the corner, getting ready to do the floors. Removing the non-slip mats off the floor, he got to work. Marcos watched Charlie from the corner of his eye, watching him move his body back and forth, bulge bouncing with his movement. Either Charlie was going commando, or that cock even while soft couldn’t be contained in the briefs. Charlie said he would purchase new pairs online, so he was probably waiting for the new ones to arrive.

“Work first, play later,” Charlie winked at Marcos, catching his boss staring at his floppy cock. Premeditated, Charlie decided to go commando today. Knowing he would be behind the bar, no one would be seeing his long fat meat tube dangling down his work pants. That is, as long as they weren’t looking for too long. Finding out the size of his new cock while erect, Charlie was ecstatic. Marcos took to sucking on it like a champ, playing with it half-hard while they watched TV, even being bold enough to stroke it out in public. Upon Marcos’s departure from his apartment yesterday, Charlie decided to re-measure his cock to see how long it was flaccid. Stretching the tape, it reached the tip of his coveredhead at a whopping 6 inches. That was some men’s length at full erection!

Charlie couldn’t lie, the extra bit of weight dangling from his crotch was odd to walk with, but a turn-on nevertheless. Feeling it bounce, slapping against his thin thighs, it was a complete juxtaposition to his body. Most people in the community would say he was more twink-like in figure, but he had developed a bit of a four-pack recently. Toning out a bit more, his arms weren’t just stick-like, but had a little bit of a bump. His once flat chest had also begun to show some definition. Having discovered the ties to the kiosk and the changes to himself and his colleagues, he figured his muscles may have been growing over time. Only now had he been paying attention to other aspects of his body. Sneaking a peek at the kiosk when they were slow, he did notice he had the “M-Fund” listed under himself. “M” most likely stood for muscle. One day he would need to take time to list what each fund meant.

Speaking of changes, not only had his own body been affected gradually. Marcos, who had been working the front, seemed to be affected the most today than he had been before. Lurking in his office for the most part when Hwan and Tanner were present on shift, Marcos had not really experienced too much of the adverse effects the kiosk had to offer. If Charlie did have to guess, the only thing Marcos had experienced beforehand was some extra plumpness to his already large ass. All day long Marcos had to keep pulling his pants up and adjusting his belt. Studying his own boss’ figure each time he passed by though, he had definitely undergone a bit more boosts to his physique.

Finishing up the rest of the floors and heading over to the back to assist Marcos, Charlie grabbed a lovely eyeful of that big ass being scarcely contained in those pants. Both love handles filled out the man’s stature nicely, with the jutting rump being the cherry on top. Licking his lips, Charlie was hoping one day he’d have the chance to worship it up close. With his newly enhanced cock, he would make sure to keep that ass satisfied whenever Marcos wanted. One day, he’d be given the green light to make his move.

Wrapping up the last of their cleaning tasks, the shop looked spick and span. Draining the last bit of water from the mop bucket, Charlie enjoyed the heft his cock was giving him. Feeling his cock head slap against his thighs all day was such a turn-on, he was going to need a wank as soon as he heads home. Sitting out front in the lobby, Marcos was waiting for Charlie to finish up. Strutting past the kiosk, Charlie’s attention was being grabbed. Four little animals remain bouncing up and down on the screen, taunting him. Yesterday, Marcos had his fun with Charlie using the kiosk, today was a different day.

Digging around inside the green bag that joined Charlie every day, he shuffled around some of the items. Feeling around for a certain rectangle-shaped item, Charlie finally found it. Slowly pulling his hand out of the bag like a claw from a claw machine, the card was in his palm. Marcos sparked a great idea, and Charlie wanted to have his own fun with the kiosk. While distracted on his phone, Charlie tiptoed over to the kiosk, trying to not make much sound. Selecting the giraffe, he was presented with the percentage he would like to tip. Deciding to match Marcos, Charlie tapped on custom, adding in all the funds that were on the Visa gift card given to him.

Now came the fun part, the funds list. Grabbing his attention, Charlie was reminded about something he found off about the list with Hwan. Back when Hwan selected his gift, he picked the “H-Fund”, which was not one of the three that Charlie selected. Four funds were present on Hwan’s, instead of the manually entered three that were planted there initially. Now in front of him, Marcos also had four funds listed: A, C, M, & S. The “M” was a new fund that Charlie had not added initially, but was now added onto the preexisting list. Interesting, Charlie thought. Clearly, this application was not your run-of-the-mill application as it was enhancing the bodies of himself and his colleagues, but it did seem to have a sense of some sentience. That, or an update occurred without any of the colleagues knowledge overnight or during the day. Noting to himself, Charlie needed to go through each profile eventually to get an idea of what was added onto each man.

Even better, one day all the men should get together and test out what each of the funds do. At least with that knowledge, it would help them understand what to expect. Especially if they can help save each other from any embarrassing scenarios or clothing expenditures. Charlie would bring it up to Marcos later today, but first, he selected a fund he had been eyeballing. Lightly pressing onto the “S-Fund”, Charlie finished up the transaction and approached the shorter man. Scrolling on his phone, Charlie peeked over his shoulder, seeing that Marcos was looking at some sales for pants.

“I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but you really do need new pants. The ones you have on right now are barely holding on.” Charlie planted his head on Marcos’s shoulder, watching him scroll. “I like those.”

“You’re a nosy one aren’t you?” Marcos nuzzled his head against the one on his shoulder, continuing to scroll. “I appreciate your input, but I need some that are functional and leave me room to move. My thighs are chafed right now.” Marcos rubbed his inner thighs. BURP! “Oh! Excuse me, sorry Charlie.”

Laughing out loud at the sudden outburst from within Marcos, Charlie removed himself from the other man’s shoulder. “We’ve only been on one date and you’re already letting gas out, you’re quite comfortable aren’t you,” Charlie teased.

“Hey! I don’t know what got into me, that was just so BURP sudden…” Marcos swallowed, it felt like he just swallowed some solid air. Coughing, he smacked his chest a bit trying to get out whatever just entered his body.

“Woah Marcos are you all right? Did something go down the wrong pipe?” Charlie raised his eyebrows, giving the other man some space.

Finishing up his miniature coughing fit, Marcos cleared his throat. “Yeah, must have been something I had. I haven’t had anything out of the BURP norm.” This time, the man covered his mouth after that burp. “I don’t feel so great, I feel nauseous a bit.” Marcos rubbed his stomach. “My stomach feels, well this might be too much information, but bloated?” He questioned himself, unable to pinpoint what he was feeling.

DING Lighting up the lightbulb in his head, the connection had become clear to Charlie. Smirking, he had a very good idea on what was happening right now to Marcos. Gradually, but it would ramp up soon. That is, if he understood correctly what the “S” stands for in the “S-Fund”. Taking a step back, he wanted to give the man room as he was now leaning back on one of the tables. It reminded Charlie of the scene from, ironically, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. BURP Marcos wiped his forehead, clearing some sweat off of his persons.

“Charlie—BURP I don’t know what BURP got into BURP me!” Marcos continued to burp every couple of words. It wasn’t those gross types of burps, but one that you could feel was from something fizzy that someone had ingested too much of. Sneaking a glance at the area that Charlie suspected to be undergoing some change, he looked closely. Each time Marcos let out a burp, Charlie thought he saw a bit of movement down on the stocky man’s gut. Whereas Marcos had always had a little chub on his stomach and some light love handles, there was definitely a considerable change now. BURP A little bit of a bounce shifted on the man’s stomach, pushing outward a tad bit against the shirt.

Catching the smirk on Charlie’s lips and his eyes gazing down on his own body, Marcos had a sinking suspicion this had something to do with the redhead. “Charlie, what did you BURP do?!” Marcos covered his mouth once more and swallowed, looking at the man who had now made a slight bit of distance from him.

“I may have taken a page out of your book of tricks. You had your fun with the kiosk yesterday, so I just decided…” Charlie winked at the man, waiting for him to connect the dots.

“You didn’t!” Marcos gasped, burping once more. More heft being added onto his stocky frame, the man felt a bit heavier, but was having trouble pinpointing where that was. “You didn’t even BURP ask me you BURP naughty boy!” Marcos tried to sound angry, but with his burping, cutting off his sentences and his groaning, he had difficulty trying to convey that emotion.

Churning in his lower abdomen, Marcos could feel a shift happening within his body. Bloating was definitely the word he would use. Grabbing onto his belly, he held it like he had a stomach cramp. Burping once more, he felt his stomach push against his one grasp. Eyes opening wide, he realized what was happening. Taking in his body, which not only felt on fire and pooling with sweat, his belly was growing tauter against his shirt. Outlined against the shirt, Charlie could see his belly button circle. Throbbing in his own pants, Charlie was loving this change to his boss. Already a beefcake, adding some more beef was only enhancing the bear-ish looking man. Unlike most bellies, it was not swelling with fat, but looked closer to a round muscle gut.

Continuing his onslaught of burps, Marcos’s belly tugged and pulled against the shirt, getting tighter upon each exhale. Hairy underbelly began to become exposed ever so gradually, as the clothing began to ride up on the growing sphere. Still maintaining his broad shoulders, thick hairy arms, and beefy chest, the extra weight in front was really enhancing Marco’s sex appeal. Holding his own breath, Charlie’s cock continued to pump up with blood as he watched the handsome stud in front of him continue to swell bigger and bigger. Rubbing his own belly, Marcos attempted to grasp the flesh, but it was growing too big to be held in just his hands.

Spherical in shape, the belly continued to fill out his frame continuously. Adjusting to the heft in front, Marcos stopped leaning against the table and stood up. Swishing forward a bit, the extra weight on his body had definitely made a difference to his balance. Just the small movement alone caused his ball-shaped muscle gut to bounce, lifting the shirt a little higher. Creeping against the skin, the treasure trail and hairy underbelly was fully exposed. Still burping, Marcos continued to rub his belly. Moaning, Charlie was taken by surprise. Has Marcos’s belly become sensitive? He supposed the stretching of skin rapidly over the growing belly probably left some sensitivity to be discovered.

Stretching out further and further, a few more rapid burps and some hiccups mixed in escaped the Italian stud’s mouth. Finally, the man was silent. Deciding that it was done, the growth upon the man’s gut had concluded. Whereas the shirt once held the man’s curvature in all the right ways, it now was too short up front, covering half of his belly button. Exposed belly feeling the air of the room, Marcos continued to swallow, unable to believe what he was looking at, what he was now feeling.

“Charlie…” Marcos growled, his deep voice rasping. Eyes crawling up to the lanky redhead, Charlie let out a singular nervous laugh. Okay, maybe he should have asked permission first like Marcos had. Smacking his lips, Marcos could feel the dryness in his mouth, as if a whole bunch of air was shoved into his mouth and down his throat into the spherical belly. Swiftly as he could, Marcos rammed into the redhead, pushing him into the kiosk counter. Now his turn, Charlie was leaning back, with a hairy belly pushing him into the surface.

“Explain yourself, boy,” Marcos growled, eyes glistening with what Charlie could only explain as a feral ferocity.

“I thought it’d be fun to change something about you since you changed something about me,” Charlie squeaked, Marcos pushed his belly into Charlie harder. Marcos could feel something hard and long pushing against his exposed underbelly.

“Oh yeah? Did you ask me about this?” Marcos grabbed his belly and jiggled it, the flesh was hard, but soft at the same time. Shaking it against Charlie’s body, Marcos could feel the object touching his underbelly grow harder. “You like this?”

“You look super sexy sir- I mean Marcos. It looks really good on you.” Charlie licked his lips. Marcos’s face was directly in front of Charlie’s, their eyes having a near staring contest. Moving his own hands, Charlie’s large hands touched the brown flesh. Guiding his hands to the underbelly, Charlie shifted its weight up and down, feeling how heavy and bouncy the gut was. Each hair felt smooth and silky and he continued to rub against the exposed expanse of flesh. Marcos closed his eyes and cooed, he was liking this too Charlie gathered. Moving toward the front, Charlie felt up the front-facing profile of the belly. Circling the half-exposed belly button, Charlie placed a finger inside to feel how deep it had gotten. Against his own bulge, Marcos was now also getting hard at having his belly played with. Looks like Marcos was all bark and no bite it seemed.

Refusing to be overpowered, Charlie realized he once again had the upper hand. Using his own body weight, he pushed against the heavier man, both men now standing up. Creeping onto his knees, Charlie was eye-level with the hairy belly. Gently, he placed his lips on the belly and began to gently kiss it, while using one of his hands to rub it. Growling, Marcos reached down to his own bulge and adjusted the tent forming in his crotch. Wanting to see all of his belly, Charlie peeled the rest of the shirt up until it was only covering the beefy chest. Fully exposed, the belly looked magnificent. Wasting no time, Charlie began to kiss every spot on the belly while gently rubbing the sensitive belly. Marcos would let out cute little gruff noises every now and then, clearly enjoying the little surprise Charlie had given him.

Minutes passed into what seemed like half an hour until Charlie felt his legs falling asleep. Reaching out and holding on the belly like a ball, Charlie placed his own body weight on the gut to help him gain his footing from his sleepy legs. Marcos helped Charlie up and pulled his shirt down as far as he could. This would be difficult to explain to people, but nowhere near as difficult as Hwan’s situation. Marcos was grateful Charlie had not gone crazy with the kiosk, but he supposed the two were even. “I guess I can say my clothes shrunk in the wash,” Marcos smirked at Charlie, the two laughing.

Locking the door, Charlie couldn’t help it if his hands kept returning to the enticing belly, stroking it and feeling the heft. Like Marcos, Charlie was slowly coming to realize he may also be a size queen of sorts. Beefy men always grabbed his attention the most, even if he liked to believe he himself was not too picky. Marcos was only growing better and better day by day, especially with the kiosk installed. Walking together to the small reserved-parking spaces behind the store, both men approached their own cars.

“So, how does it feel? I don’t think I actually asked.” Charlie jingled his keys out of his pocket.

“Heavy, but you would know that feeling as well.” Marcos winked, pointing down to Charlie’s obvious semi-hard cock in his pants.

“We’re equal, for now,” Charlie charmed, winking at the man seductively. Rolling his eyes, Marcos smiled and approached the Australian man, kissing him on the cheek. “Go get home safe now. I’m gonna be busy finding new work shirts because of you. I should dock your paycheck for this.” Marcos shook his belly up and down with his hands.

“You seem to like it, even if you’re trying to be grumpy about it,” Charlie teased, but Marcos didn’t deny it. “Oh, before you go, I did have something I wanted to share with you, about the application.”

Both of Marcos’s ears perked up. “Oh? Something new? That’ll make our already interesting lives more interesting.”

“When I decided to, you know, that.” Charlie pointed to Marcos’s belly. “I saw you had four funds listed until your profile. Originally, I only selected three for each of us. When Hwan claimed his gift, I also noticed that he had four as well, when he was supposed to have three. I think we might each have four now,” Charlie continued to explain, Marcos nodded, following the man’s story.

“Okay, so that means we each have four potential forms of, I guess, ‘enhancements’ correct?” Marcos scratched his chin, summarizing the information.

“Correct. I assume either the app added an extra fund to everyone on its own, or it updated and we each received an additional one. I’m not too sure, and it’s kind of hard to explain.” Charlie adjusted his glasses, Marcos loved this hot nerd.

“Skipping the jargon, you believe it is doing things on its own, right?” Marcos asked.

“Just about. It might be best if we grab Tanner and Hwan and we explore what each fund does. It might be handy to know what changes to expect, especially if the app decides to go haywire. It’ll be a way for us to help each other out and plan something to avoid flashing the public,” Charlie concluded.

“I see, not a bad idea at all. I’m for it, it will make it easier to know what to expect rather than us fiddling with the kiosk bit by bit, and letting our guests use it whenever. I’ll reach out to them today and we can plan for it. I should make it mandatory,” Marcos chuckled, realizing he could use this as an excuse to flex some power.

“Alrighty then. If you don’t mind, I’d love to see some pictures of the clothes you pick out,” Charlie spoke, a bit of sauciness added onto his already sexy accent.

“If you’re good, then yes. No go on, go home.” Marcos swooshed the man away. Entering their cars, both men went out on their own separate ways.

Wetting the razor blade, Tanner wiped it down on the small rag he set up on his sink. Turning his face left and right, he checked out his handiwork. Looks perfect! Cranking the handle, the water in the shower spewed its final droplets, coming to an end. Glancing over at the shower curtain, Tanner could easily view Hwan’s head above the shower rod, hair dripping wet. Pulling open the curtain, Hwan ducked as he maneuvered his body out of the too-small shower. Tanner reached over to grab a towel for Hwan, which looked ridiculous in Hwan’s own hand.

Drying off his hair, Hwan could see that Tanner was checking him out through the mirror. Flexing his large flaccid cock, he bounced it. Blowing a kiss to Tanner in the mirror, the man rolled his eyes and finished up his shaving regimen. “Are you going to put some clothes on?” Tanner hissed.

“No, they’re too constricting. Besides, you keep checking me out, I’m doing you a favor.” Hwan finished drying his hair, using the towel more like a rag as he did his best to dry off his body as much as possible before returning it to the rack.

“I’m sorry, you took up the entire mirror. I am bound to catch a glimpse of you. Don’t let it go to your head,” Tanner scoffed.

“Why do you keep trying to act so high and mighty?” Hwan pried. Adjusting his stance he approached Tanner from behind. “You keep giving mixed signals Tanner. One moment you’re flustered, the next you’re shy, then all of a sudden you’re sex crazed and then you give me some attitude. What’s going on with you?”

For the first time in his life, Hwan found that Tanner was silent. Not a peep escaped his mouth. He could see that Tanner’s mouth was about to begin opening to speak what was on his mind, but he would close it. “All right, since you are not opening up, how about I tell you what I think.” Tanner continued to remain silent. “I think you are starting to have feelings toward me. More than just physical attraction and friends with benefits. Am I right?”

“I don’t know,” Tanner murmured.

“What was that?” Hwan could barely hear what the smaller man said. “You have to speak up so I can hear you up here.”

“I said,” he huffed, “I don’t know. I’m not sure anymore. It’s confusing.” Tanner tried to formulate what he wanted to say, processing his own emotions.

“I’ve seen you at your best and at your worst Tanner. I know how you get when you have crushes on guys, and this right here, is something very similar to that. Are you afraid to admit it because up until now, we’ve just been friends with benefits?” Hwan was now right behind Tanner at the sink, wiping off some of the built-up fog on the glass.

Exhaling, Tanner let out a deep sigh. “I can’t tell you something I don’t fully understand myself,” Tanner paused, finally relenting. “I think I do. I don’t want to promise or tell you something I don’t fully realize yet myself, but I think I do.” Tanner refused to make eye contact with the man he felt behind him.

“Okay,” Hwan said. Plain and simple.

“Okay? Just okay? Nothing else, no teasing, no insulting, just that. Just, okay?” Tanner looked at Hwan’s eyes through the mirror.

“Look Tanner, we’ve been friends for a bit. Sure, we’ve fooled around sexually and we play around with each other day to day, but I’m not going to tease you for something like this. If it helps, I also feel like I am developing some feelings toward you as well. It’s hard to explain, but recently when we have been together, even before my incident, I began to feel different about you,” Hwan admitted. “Before you start getting the wrong idea, even after we fooled around a bit, I usually liked to leave because, well, I didn’t want to try to get too attached to you that way. Now though, it’s starting to feel like a different story.”

Absorbing the confession from the taller man, Tanner could feel the butterflies in his stomach. Heart palpitating, this was not what Tanner was expecting to have a conversation about, especially this early in the day. Okay, maybe not early in the day since both men slept in until two o’clock in the afternoon. Too early into the afternoon. “Hwan, I’m messy, I slut myself out too many men, I whine and complain a lot, and you know I have commitment issues. Me having feelings toward any man is usually one-sided, and that’s for the best, even if I complain about that. Why do you want to have feelings for someone like myself?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Right now, I don’t need to know yet either. I’d rather just feel things out, and see. Nothing is concrete between us yet anyway, but I’d rather be open about this. Both of us are open about this.” Hwan ruffled Tanner’s hair, and the shorter man grinned, cheesy conversations and touching moments were by no means Tanner’s forte, but right now, he felt like a kid in a candy store.

Pulling himself back into reality and out of the touching conversation, Tanner picked up his razor and shook it to air dry it. “All right big guy, enough of this. Like you said, nothing is concrete. For now, let’s just see how things work. We also have the matter of our work problem too, and getting you back to your normal height.”

Hwan’s smile furrowed a bit, remembering that they were still looking to do that. “I actually like being this tall. I don’t think I want to go back.” Hwan laughed nervously, hoping Tanner wouldn’t think of him as weird. “I know I kinda mentioned it last night when I picked you up, but I really don’t want to shrink back. Sure, we need to figure out the mysteries behind the app, but I am content with this.”

“I had a feeling you were gonna say that.” Tanner turned around, looking up at the tall man. “You were hot before, and I will miss calling you shortie, but I like your new height. I’m kind of relieved you don’t want to shrink back.” Tanner blushed.

“Good. Let’s keep it this way then.” Hwan grinned. Both men returned back to the bedroom where they had cleaned the sheets and opened the windows to let in some fresh air. DING Both of their phones lit up at the same time, alerting them of a new message.

M: Hey guys! Hope you’re feeling a bit better by now. Charlie and I survived! I wanted to bring up an idea Charlie had in regards to the kiosk. In order for us to help each other out while we undergo some changes, he mentioned we should test out what each of the “Funds” do. I know the idea may be risky, but I am calling a mandatory meeting on the matter this Friday.

C: Aye aye captain! 🫡 Thanks again for spreading the message 👍

T: r u sure about that guys? It’s not a bad idea, but how will we explain anything that goes a bit too far???

H: Sure. I’m for it.

C: We’ll only do a little at a time 🥸 That way, we can take note of what changes about us without it being too much 🤠

M: Exactly, just as Charlie said. We are in this together until we can get it uninstalled. As another heads up, I may look a little different the next time you two see me. Charlie and I experimented with the kiosk a little bit.

T: oh god wut now?

H: Got it.

M: You’ll see the next time we run into each other. No judging, either of you.

Tossing their phones back down, both Hwan and Tanner put on some clothes and made some lunch, using whatever protein-rich items Tanner had left in his kitchen.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Tanner asked, munching on some eggs.

“Not at all, but it’s better to know what can happen than not.” Hwan shrugged, eating his own share of the food.

Friday was right around the corner.

Leading up to Friday, each man was feeling a wide range of emotions toward that impending day. Testing out the app on the kiosk? On all of them? Sure, the idea didn’t sound bad in theory, but this is the reality we are talking about. It already had an unrealistic hold on being able to grow four men in a coffee shop, and not to mention, each man knew it could blow things out of proportion. Even though the terminal remained unplugged since that night Charlie unplugged it, no guest seemed to notice. It continued to function as per normal, with each man getting tipped day by day, gradually sharing the growth that was going around.

Compliments toward Marcos, Charlie, and Tanner were fluttering around their ears every day that they continued to work. Doing their best to not act as if there was nothing too outlandish going on, they continued to remain hospitable with their guests. Accruing a bit of a following, lots of young men from around the town tended to be the focal point of the guests visiting day by day. Most of the men were there to ogle and whisper to each other about how hot the Italian man was, bouncing his big ass and muscle gut around the store. Others would have trouble keeping eye contact with Tanner as his chest bulged and warranted a lot of attention. Charlie, even though he was behind the bar, would often have to help out in the front, showing off his large bulge running down his pant leg.

No matter how quiet their voices were, the comments never went unnoticed by each of the workers in the shop. Hwan was still working like the rest of the guys, however, he kept working in the back. Prepping the pastries, washing the dishes, and grabbing supplies from a distance, he did his best to stay out of sight. Hiding a 6’9 tall man who was 5’11 a little less than a week ago was not an easy task. Guests would sometimes see a tall shadow looming behind the employee entrance door as Hwan snuck off to the staff restroom. Tanner suggested that they could just say Hwan had gone under some newly untested height surgery from a European country, but the other men shook their heads. That excuse was too farfetched, but if they needed to, it wouldn’t hurt to try that tall tale if anyone asked about it.

Day by day, each of the men continued to grow in different ways, some of the changes not too noticeable. In Marcos’s case, since he was out working the floor more often to help cover Hwan, he had continued to rack up some new fans. Rumors of the hot bear-like Italian man spread like wildfire amongst the community. Marcos’s thick frame, sexy belly jiggling upon each step, and a wide load was more than enough to give the onlookers a hard on. Bending over to pick up some trash, Marcos’s ass was a full moon to the patrons. Charlie couldn’t help but notice how much more full Marcos’s ass was looking the last couple of days. Subtle at first, but it seemed to be filling up with a mixture of muscle and fat. Not only his ass, but his chest was filling out more as well. Comparable to what Tanner’s chest started as, Marcos’s chest was round and full, resting up against his belly.

Whereas Marcos’s body was stocky, it leaned a bit more on the chubby side. Recently, the chub was growing a bit tauter against his wide frame, growing denser with some muscle as well. Slowly, he was becoming closer to a muscle bear. Biceps strained against his already struggling polo shirt, shoulders building with muscle, with traps framing the man’s thick neck. Charlie couldn’t help but also notice that Marcos’s jaw seemed a bit more defined lately as well. It was clear the man was exuding masculinity, especially with that thick scruffy beard framing his face. Heavy footsteps announced his presence, everywhere that Marcos seemed to prowl. No one would doubt that Marcos was the boss of the shop.

Then there was Tanner, who every day was struggling with the growing problem of needing new shirts. Being the flirt that he is, Tanner was good with receiving tips and helping guests before having the app up and running. With a growing fanbase around the shop, Tanner had gone from good to great at receiving tips. Most noticeably, the attribute that attracted attention to Tanner prior to all the growth was his chest. A nice pec shelf once framed his muscular stature, but that had changed quite a bit recently. Replacing the pec shelf, was a large pair of muscle tits that had rounded out and sloped forward off his body. Needing to have all his buttons undone, Tanner’s tits were absolutely bordering obscene. Almost like a muscle cartoon, Tanner had some massive hairy pec-like tits that were crowned with bulging nipples. Each man who walked into the store was distracted by the knockers that Tanner was now sporting.

Tanner would groan every time he received tips, already knowing what was going to happen next. Once warmth filled his body, he knew his struggle was only growing more apparent. Sure, a lot of the tips kept filling into his tits, but other aspects about Tanner began to change. Not so noticeably, the slightest touch to Tanner’s body left him shivering, his eyes growing glossy. Potentially TMI, but Tanner spilled the beans that his body had grown super sensitive, and even the slightest touch to certain parts of his body got him feeling horned up. Also creating quite the curve, Tanner and Marcos were not too far unalike. Similar to Marcos, Tanner’s ass had begun to swell up over the last couple of days, looking much more bubbly and perky than before. Whereas Marcos had a wide and fat load, Tanner’s was more of a curvy dump truck.

Lurking behind the espresso machines day to day, Charlie was thankful his changes were only really noticeable to himself and to his colleagues. True, his dick was always leaving an imprint, and it was growing more obvious day to day. Creeping down his leg a bit longer, his flaccid cock was growing heavier each day. Marcos had noticed this development and thought it would be best if Charlie only came out in the front only if it was necessary. Sure, Charlie had gone shopping and had to buy some custom briefs with extra support up front, but the human body can only be hidden so much. If his cock wasn’t hanging out of his briefs and down his pant leg, it was balled up into a large mound in his crotch. Fighting for space with his low-hanging balls, Charlie found it more comfortable to let his dick hang down his leg when he was behind the machines. Speaking of his balls, those had begun to swell up and grow with his cock. Once the size of a small quail egg, each ball had developed and grown into the size of a kiwi.

Balancing out the size of his bulge, Charlie was kind of glad his body was helping compensate for such a large package. Whereas Charlie was used to his vantage point behind the machines, he couldn’t help but notice he was now looking a bit above them. Clearly, that was not the norm. When sliding on his work pants, he realized his ankles were showing more than usual. Not as drastic as Hwan, Charlie could tell he was also growing in height. Whenever he jacked off multiple times in a row at his place, he would often go shirtless. Looking in the mirror, he could see his once flat and lanky body continued to tone up. Noticing the toning the first time with his developing four pack, his muscles were creating little lumps. Not super obvious, but still a welcome improvement according to Charlie.

Rinsing the dishes in soapy water and sanitizer, Hwan did his best to remain hidden like a secret. Unfortunately, he was still not lucky enough to evade the grasp the app had on his body either. Marcos had let it slip that Hwan was still working when a guest had asked where he had been. Trying his best to come up with a better excuse than Tanner’s surgical Europe trip, Marcos opted to say he wasn’t feeling too great after a personal matter, so he wanted to be in the back. Accepting the excuse, the guest didn’t question more, but tipped the man. Privy to the same question, other guests wondered about Hwan’s whereabouts, so the other three men used the same excuse which warranted pity tips to man.

Once a smooth face, Hwan had begun to showcase some five o’clock stubble permanently on his gorgeous features. Usually, he preferred to keep little to no body hair, but after developing his treasure trail, he let his body do its own thing. Growing to like his stubble, Hwan noticed a light dusting of hairs across his chest had formed, leading down and connecting to his trail. Shaving his facial hair did little to nothing, as it was quickly growing back by the evening. While still spending time at Tanner’s house, the two men were not really fooling around, and kept their interactions to primarily flirting. While in the shower one night, Hwan realized while soaping up his body that his dick was hanging a bit lower than normal. After closer examination, he realized his dick was growing. Slowly lengthening and growing girthier, his own bulge began to fill out to a respectable degree. Charlie definitely had him beat, but Hwan did not know for how much longer. Another new adjustment was when Hwan was walking under one of the doorways at work, he had to duck under it more than usual. That change made him giddy, as he realized he must have grown a tad bit taller, which he was liking a lot.

Use of the group chat eventually became a pretty frequent occurrence, as each guy would complain about their wardrobes or gloat about some changes they were noticing. Making a game out of it, Marcos suggested on Friday, they should all do some measurements. That way, they could see how much of their bodies were changing bit by bit. Agreeing, each man was thrilled for the most part, except Tanner, who was worried he would outgrow the expensive clothes he tended to purchase. Reluctantly agreeing, Tanner gave in and said he would also participate and join in the “Growthapalooza,” as Charlie had coined the event. Upon the horizon, the day was already near.

Exiting the bathroom, Tanner emerged wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt, a few buttons undone of course, alongside some gray sweatpants and gym shoes. Clearly, the outfit had quite the stylistic approach, but all of it was necessary to Tanner. He refused to tear through and ruin any of his good clothes, so he decided to wear this outfit as a “burner” outfit in case things went seriously awry. All three of the other men kept staring at the poorly matched outfit, Hwan snickered to himself. If any photos of this look were posted online, Tanner would make sure all of the men would never see the sun again.

“Okay, I’m ready! I still can’t believe we are doing this. How are we even going to decide on how to do this fairly anyways?” Tanner tucked away his folded work shirt into his gym bag he brought alongside him today.

“Well, Charlie went over all of the funds earlier today, according to him, there are nine different ones we need to test out. If we are to do this fairly, we each will need to try out two. We can already check off the H-Fund, as we know what that does officially.” Each man took a moment to glance at Hwan. He waved their gazes away.

“I’m sure we can also guess what some of the other funds do by now, do we really need to try them all?” Tanner groaned. Staring at Charlie’s bulge in his pants and his boss’s new belly, Tanner assumed that both men had an idea of what else about them had been changing.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry. Assuming would not be ideal, however, I’m sure we each know what some of them probably do.” Marcos took a moment to make eye contact with each man, delegating this rendezvous.

“Ugh fine. So what else do we need to do to make sure we know what’s happening?” Tanner took his seat next to Hwan, tapping his fingers against the table.

“I suggest we each take a moment to measure ourselves in some categories. We don’t need to be super thorough, but some changes might be more discreet than others. Of course, because some of these things may be private, we can just take note of them in these notebooks I brought along.” Moving from Marcos’s side, Charlie approached the man handing out a small colored notebook and gel-pen. Inside each of their books, Charlie had done his duty to list some measurements:

˜Height ˜Weight ˜Waist ˜Arms ˜Chest ˜Legs ˜Glutes ˜Genitalia

“I see what you mean now.” Tanner nodded after silently reading the list.

“Of course, you don’t need to fill out everything. These were some of the things that came to mind. As for how we dictate who does what fund, I decided to remove restrictions on the funds that only applied to our profiles for the time being. To make this a little fun, we can use this online wheel spinner!” Charlie placed his phone down in the middle of the table. As mentioned, a rainbow wheel covered the screen with the different letters left to discover:

˜A ˜B ˜C ˜L ˜M ˜P ˜S ˜T

“Following up on Charlie’s idea, I did also make some gift cards we can use when testing out the funds. Just make sure we use the custom setting, that way the changes can be a bit more apparent. Any questions?” Marcos clasped his hands, looking around the room. “No, all right then! Let’s begin. Any volunteers for who goes first after we take our measurements?

“I went first last time when it came to that gift we received, if you need me to go first again I can. Unless someone else would like to?” Hwan spoke up. Tanner shrugged while Charlie and Marcos looked at one another. “Looks like it’s my turn again. Let me go to the restroom real fast and do some measurements. This is a lot of work.” Hwan sighed. At some point upon his return, he had asked the other three men for their assistance in taking down his height.

Hwan 🦦 ˜Height: 6’11 ˜Weight: 286 pounds. ˜Waist: 38 inches. ˜Arms: 23 inches ˜Chest: 54 inches ˜Legs: 36 inches ˜Glutes: Meh ˜Genitalia: 9 inches.

Tapping on Charlie’s phone, Hwan watched as the colorful wheel spun and landed on the letter “P”.

Approaching the kiosk, he selected his little otter profile and watched it swim to the top of the screen. Charlie wasn’t lying, all of the funds were not eligible to be selected on his profile. It made sense why he had limited them when the app was first installed. If Hwan were a customer, the screen would look extremely overwhelming, especially if the customer was not too adept in technology. Thankfully, the programming of the application had each of the letters in alphabetical order. Selecting the “P-Fund”, Hwan picked custom, and typed in 25%. That should be enough to see some difference. Unlike when he first grew in height, this was not a flat 25%, so perhaps some of the growth would be reduced? He’d make notes in his little notebook given to him by Charlie.

Warmth began to radiate over Hwan’s body, running down his arms and legs. Spreading down his torso and below to his groin, the heat had settled around his genitals. Hwan could feel his already large bulge begin to bounce and pulse, his balls shifting around in his sac. Weighing down further, he could feel the length of his penis beginning to elongate. Remaining flaccid, he could tell he was going to be a bit bigger when erect. Pushing against his ripped black denim jeans, the bulge grew tauter. Wincing at the lack of space, Hwan knew he would need to order some new clothes to accommodate this increase in size.

Watching the tall man’s reaction, Charlie had a bit of sympathy. Surely, he and Marcos had known what this fund controlled, but they thought it would be fun to have the reactions of Hwan and Tanner discovering what this fund did. Secretly, Charlie kind of hoped he would land on the “P-Fund”, but he supposed it was only fair that one of the other guys got to experiment with it. Ironically, the already big guy of the group was getting another big boost. Sometimes luck is not fair! Contrary to Charlie’s reaction, Tanner’s eyes were glued to the struggling bulge in Hwan’s jeans. Tanner thoroughly enjoyed what he was seeing, whistling at the man. Hwan managed to give a wink and smile, even though he looked uncomfortable doing so. Marcos just kept nodding, smirking at the developments.

Finishing its course throughout his body, the heat began to dwindle. Hwan began to feel a tad bit embarrassed about his bulge being overly obvious in his now too tight pants. Charlie snickered silently, knowing all too well that Hwan would need to adjust to hiding his new size like he had been. Returning to the bathroom, Tanner continued to whistle at the tall man, cat calling him in jest. Emerging not too long after, Hwan wrote in his notebook, updating one of his statistics he bothered to fill out to begin with. Peeking over at the notebook, Tanner’s eyes bulged, his lips clearly saying “oh my god” silently.

Hwan 🦦 ˜Height: 6’11. ˜Weight: 286 pounds. ˜Waist: 38 inches. ˜Arms: 23 inches. ˜Chest: 54 inches. ˜Legs: 36 inches. ˜Glutes: 30 inches ˜Genitalia: 11.25 inches.

“Who would like to go next?” Marcos asked. Hwan was too busy trying to find a position to sit comfortably in. Charlie shrugged and walked over to his own phone, tapping the device. Watching the different colors spin in a circle, the wheel finally came to a halt. Landing on the letter “T”, Charlie raised an eyebrow. This fund was the main one he was curious about. Going over a list of parts of the body, Charlie could not come up with an idea on what starting with “T” could change about the men. Selecting his little horse, it trotted on the screen and displayed all of the different fund options. Selecting the “T-Fund”, Charlie swiped the card, put in 20%, and waited for the changes to begin. Momentarily, his body temperature began to rise, but not to the degree it had before. Feeling itchy, he began to scratch at his cheek and then his chest a bit. To Charlie, the best way he could describe this version of heat felt kind of prickly like you would when you have a rash, or when you have a bit of facial hair growing in. DING The lightbulb in his head went off.

“So what exactly is happening to you?” Marcos asked, curious. None of the other men could see anything in particular going on with Charlie’s body, at least not to the degree Hwan’s bulge made.

“Yeah, you just keep itching yourself. Are you okay? You better not have chicken pox.” Tanner twisted his face.

“No! It’s not chicken pox, I swear. Can I borrow a phone?” Marcos obliged, handing his phone over to Charlie. Swiping up on the screen, Charlie opened up the camera. Flipping the perspective over to his face, he could get a better look at what was going on. Red little hairs began to frame his face slowly. It was super odd to see hair growing so quickly on his face, but it was still pretty light. Being mostly hairless his entire life, having the development of scruff that was not too patchy for once was welcomed. Still, it was nowhere near as thick or full like the scruff on Marcos or five o’clock shadow that Hwan had taken to wearing a bit more often.

Glancing down at his chest, Charlie could see that the hair growing on his body was not just focused onto his face. Little wisps of red began to coat his chest, being lighter in color and pretty sparse. Tanner’s own hairy chest was far more impressive than what Charlie could feel himself developing. Not too long after, the prickling heat began to dissipate from his body, the changes were coming to an end for the time being. Handing the phone back to Marcos, he inquired the man to see if he could spot the difference, “Notice it yet?”

Taking a closer look at the Australian man, Marcos went over each of his features. After a few more scannings, spotting the crop of red hair along his face finally donned on him. “Oh, I see what it is now. So that’s what that fund does. Good to know. You look good with it.”

“I still don’t really see a difference, Let me see.” Tanner got out of his chair and approached Charlie. “Oh, Marcos is right. It’s weird seeing you with the start of stubble. How do you like it?” Tanner asked.

“It’s different, that’s for sure. I’m not used to the feel of it. I might play around with it a bit and see if I decide to grow it out a bit or shave it off. Time will tell.” Charlie continued to rub his palms against the scratchiness of the newly grown hair. It was sort of coarse. Not really having a dramatic transformation, Charlie still took down information in his notebook.

Charlie 🐴 ˜Height: 6’2 ˜Weight: 190 pounds. ˜Waist: 26 inches. ˜Arms: 16 inches. ˜Chest: 40 inches. ˜Legs: X ˜Glutes: X ˜Genitalia: 10 ¼

“I guess I’ll go next, since you two already have. Plus, I’m already standing up so might as well,” Tanner sighed, leaning against the table, chest looking full as it dangled above the table as he tapped on Charlie’s phone screen. Round and round, the wheel spun. Each time one of the letters was selected, Charlie removed it from the wheel. Only six letters were left as potential options. No matter what letter it was going to land on, Tanner was not looking forward to it. Finishing its spinning, the wheel landed on the letter “A”. “If anything bad happens to me, I will blame all of you for eternity,” Tanner grumbled, walking over to the restroom to take his own measurements.

Returning to his notebook, he jotted down the measurements. Being a gym rat, you would expect Tanner to be more aware of his measurements at the top of his head. However, he actually did not really pay attention to his gains all that much. Vain as it may sound, he exercised at the gym to attract mates more than feel great about his own health. Hell, he wasn’t even too sure that he took the measurements correctly. Scribbled in front of him, the stats may or may not be entirely accurate:

Tanner 🦚 ˜Height: 6’1 ˜Weight: 252 ˜Waist: 28 ˜Arms: 26 ˜Chest: 58 ˜Legs: 23 ˜Glutes: 22 ˜Genitalia: 7 ½

Taking a deep breath, he returned to the kiosk, ready to complete the transaction. Supposing he should make sure he’s doing his part, he tapped custom and typed in 30%! Perhaps that was a bit too much, but no one really mentioned what the percentage was that everyone was doing. Taking a quick gulp, he waited anxiously for the heat that was bound to radiate on his body. Ask and you shall receive. Almost instantaneously, the heat was scorching hot. Tanner instantly regretted picking such a high percentage for himself. In his second round, he was definitely not going to be picking this high. Searing heat covered his body, his forehead gleamed with sweat.

Letting out a groan, the heat enveloping his body was a lot. Stumbling against the counter of the kiosk, Tanner’s heart began to beat quickly. Breathing in and out with his mouth, he began to pant. Forearms bulging as they gripped onto the counter, Tanner’s body began to tingle. Not only was the heat becoming too much, his body was feeling super sensitive once more. Like previous instances, whenever Tanner got horned up his body would become tingling, the slightest touch would provoke him. Now, that exact feeling was mixing with this burdening heat. Too much stimulation was running over Tanner, he was having trouble breathing. Just the cool temperature of the counter against his hot body was becoming too much.

Hwan scooched out of his chair quickly, stumbling to gain his footing. Bouncing as he quickly made his way to Tanner, the tight bulge was still causing the tall man discomfort. “Are you okay? Speak to me Tanner.” Hwan reached for Tanner’s forehead, feeling the heat. It was as if he had the flu or some type of fever. Just from the brief touch, Hwan’s hand had some sweat on it. Tanner was unable to get a word out, but was grinding his teeth. He felt it coming, the heat was centering itself on his glutes. Both of his thighs tightened and instantly became sore, it felt like he was doing a killer leg workout while just leaning against the counter. Marcos and Charlie gave the two men their space, not wanting to interfere. In case of an emergency, Marcos had his keys ready to take any of the men to the emergency room.

“Oh shit, oh fuck! It’s stretching!” Tanner moaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he continued to pant. CREAK Hwan looked down at the smaller man, trying to find where the sudden noise was coming from. Tanner moved his hands to his buttocks, rubbing both of the spheres. Pushing against the counter, both glutes continued to swell up, growing more like large spheres. Digging into his waist, the waistband of the gray sweatpants was growing tighter, Small pulses of growth snuck into Tanner’s thighs, helping build him the strength needed to carry the growing development on his backside. Both his cheeks continued to swell on the counter, pushing his leaning stance off a bit.

Rubbing both of his cheeks, Tanner moaned and let out a yelp, forgetting how sensitive just touching the flesh through the clothing made him. Hwan peeked over Tanner’s shoulder, watching the bubble butt expand and pulse larger each second, Pulling tight over the pants, Hwan could visibly see the crack between the two beautiful bubbles. Tugging in the front of his own pants, Hwan could feel blood rushing to his cock as he watched Tanner moan like a bitch in heat. Repositioning himself from his previous stance, Tanner grasped onto Hwan’s shoulder in an attempt to stand. Both cheeks continued to inflate and swell, the sweat pants pulling down and slowly exposing the top of both cheeks. Growing wider, the cheeks began to fill out even more until the cheeks were exposed a quarter of the way.

Sweat dripped down Tanner’s backbone onto the two protruding globes, giving the bubbles a beautiful glow in the shop’s lit up lobby. Hwan eagerly wanted to graze his big hands against the giant ass that was protruding off the Himbo’s body. Marcos and Charlie’s mouths were agape as they watched Tanner’s ass swell to such a giant peach. Charlie’s own bulge began to inflate at the sight of Tanner, Marcos followed suit. Lots of boundaries were easily going to be crossed from here on out.

“It-it’s stopping,” Tanner cooed, shivering as his sensitive body was coming down from the high it was experiencing. Glassy-eyed, Tanner looked at Hwan for some help to move him back to one of the chairs. Feeling more bounce and heaviness from behind was definitely a new experience for Tanner, one he would need to now get used to. Helping Tanner into a chair, Tanner’s new ass was now too wide to fit in it normally. Both cheeks spilled out the sides and behind the chair’s back in the open spot. Creaking under his weight, the wooden chair did not even last a solid thirty seconds before the legs gave in. Crashing onto the floor, Tanner whimpered as his giant ass was now on the floor. Turning his head over his shoulder to inspect the damage, he couldn’t believe the size of his ass. It looked like a morph someone would do on the internet.

Still maintaining a whimper in his voice, Tanner sat on the floor trying not to make eye-contact with any of the guys. His cheeks were pink, clearly embarrassed. “None of you say a WORD!” His voice was shaky, trying to hold back a sob. Rubbing his butt, it felt sore from the harsh impact. Hwan helped him back up and rubbed his back, trying to soothe him and make him feel better about the situation.

Marcos finally broke his silence. “No need to worry about the damages Tanner. I was going to get new furniture soon anyways haha…” Marcos let out an awkward chuckle, hoping some humor would help diffuse the situation. Tanner refused to speak and refused to look back at his buoyant ass. Continuing to rub his back Hwan leaned down to whisper something in his ear that was only audible to Tanner, causing him to sigh and let out a grumpy huff.

Trying to be sympathetic, Marcos continued to try to cheer Tanner up. “Okay, how about when I go right now I will make sure to match whatever percentage you did. Will that make you feel better Tanner?”

“No, you don’t have to do that. Just do what you want to.” Tanner eyeballed the kiosk.

“It’s fine, I want to. How much did you put in as your percentage?” Marcos inquired. Tanner responded and the rest of the men gasped. It made sense why his change was the most drastic by far. Already digging his grave, now Marcos was going to need to lie in it. Being the final member of the four men, Marcos headed to the bathroom to take his measurements. He only really got as far as his physical weight, height, and genitalia. All the other groups did not matter to him in the slightest. Never one for taking too much fixation on his body before, he was not planning to start to now:

Marcos 🦒 ˜Height: 5’ 9 ˜Weight: 235 pounds ˜Waist: X ˜Arms: X ˜Chest: X ˜Legs: X ˜Glutes: X ˜Genitalia: 6 ½

Charlie looked at the notebooks as Marcos wrote down his stats. “You’re really not going to fill all that out? Aren’t you curious?”

“Not really, I don’t see the point in measuring things I don’t really care about. Besides, I don’t know how to take these properly anyhow. You can help me later if you would like.” Marcos winked at Charlie. Hwan and Tanner were unaware of this private little conversation going on. Taking the opportunity, he walked over to the phone. Five letters were currently left, meaning only five more funds left to investigate. Being a man of his word, he was planning to match the percentage Tanner did. Hopefully it would not be too bad. Finishing its rotation, the wheel stopped on the letter “S”.

Selecting the giraffe, its neck stretched up to the top of the screen with the rest of its body following. Observing the other funds left to be tested, Marcos was hoping that maybe he would receive an augmentation that would be enjoyed by Charlie. Taking the plunge, he went through with the transaction and waited for his turn to undergo such developments. Considering that 30% was quite the drastic increase, Marcos was starting to get a little worried that his own body would go through a lot. Right on cue, his body began to heat up.

Bubbling up inside of him, the similar feeling that had overtaken him a few days ago was starting to re-emerge. As if he had consumed too much sodium, he felt his belly begin to bubble inside, feeling bloated. Connecting the dots, he was able to realize which fund Charlie had used on him that one day they were closing the shop early. Shaking his head, he knew he was going to be in for a ride. BURP Marcos’s mouth opened involuntarily to let out the gas that bubbled up from his stomach and out of his body. Hwan and Tanner stopped whatever they were talking about and stared at the man who had released an outburst.

“Uh, you okay boss?” Tanner piped up, eyebrow raised, Marcos usually conducted himself quite professionally. Tanner could not quite remember a time he actually heard the man burp, but man did the one that just came out of him have a lot of power. Hwan just nodded in approval at his boss letting it out. Charlie was giggling internally, excited to see his beefy boss grow even beefier, even stockier! This time, he was excited to see how Marcos would conduct himself growing in front of both Hwan and Tanner.

Throbbing and gurgling ruptured from Marcos’s belly. He was quite tempted to shuck off his shirt and let his belly expand instead of ruining another shirt. Looks like Tanner had the right idea after all. Oh well, it was already too late. Heating up, Marcos was already sweating. His hands rubbed his belly, feeling its heft he had barely become accustomed to getting ready to expand even bigger. Just as he thought, he felt his belly pulse and push against his hands as he let out another burp. Unlike last time, he was not even going to try talking through this transformation.

Continuing to let out more burps every couple of seconds, Tanner and Hwan’s face twisted as they watched the man’s belly begin to jiggle and push against the polo shirt he had decided to wear today. Rubbing the growing belly, it began to grow more spherical, growing into a firm muscle gut-like tank. Its expanse growing jigglier and wobblier, but still remaining taut. Patting his stomach harder, a loud THWACK rang in the air for all the men to hear. His belly button pushed against the polo, the seams beginning to strain as his love handles began to fill out his frame. Charlie could tell that the man’s arms were now growing thicker once again, fat expanding onto his chest a little bit as well. Most of the growth was still majorly affecting the stomach of the man.

Having enough of the expanding flush rudely filling out the shirt, the polo decided it was time to relent and give in. Ripping down the sides, the man’s belly expanded outward into a ball-like shape, the side exposed to the open air. Marcos’s olive-skinned hairy belly expanded out to the open side of the shirt, giving the flesh more room to develop and breathe. Stumbling forward, Marcos felt another sense of déjà-vu from the first wave of growth he had experienced a few days ago. Charlie was loving the fat that was framing Marcos’s body all over, filling him out more and more.

Now both Hwan and Tanner’s turns, their mouths were wide open as they watched their boss’s midsection grow outward and wider. Tanner secretly kind of felt better seeing that someone else was growing rounder and curvier elsewhere on their own body. Rubbing his butt, he could see that Marcos’s belly was growing larger than what his ass had grown into. Continuing to stare at the man, Tanner had to admit, Marcos made for a great bear. Men would leap at him, him included. Little did he know that Charlie already had eyes on him and that the two had already been fooling around. He looked over at Charlie, seeing how the redhead was ogling their growing boss. The way Charlie was looking at him, Tanner could tell there was a bit more going on. Nudging Hwan, he whispered, “Looks like Charlie’s got the hots for our old boss.”

Hwan whispered back, “You finally get that now? Took you long enough. Don’t interfere.”

Raising his whispered voice a little louder, he still tried to maintain his composure upon hearing the news. “What? You knew? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’re dense. Now be quiet Mr. Bubbles.” Hwan tried to hush Tanner, but instead received a punch to the arm, he hit kind of hard. “Next time I’ll aim for that pouch you’re filling with socks!” Hwan rolled his eyes, both men refocusing on Marcos’s swelling belly. It had grown so large now that the top of the polo was riding right under his barrel-sized pecs. Groaning, Marcos could feel that this amount of growth in such a short time frame was more than a bit much. His belly groaned and the bubbling was starting to simmer down. He’d never felt so heavy in his life. Charlie seemed to be liking what he was seeing though, Marcos had kept seeing him taking looks at him the entire time his growth was in effect.

“Looks like it’s about done. So, what do you boys think?” Marcos did a little spin, showing off his new heft and round belly.

“Looking good boss,” Hwan spoke up, nodding at the man’s fuller figure.

“Not bad at all, you look like a hot bear. Keep it up, papa bear.” Tanner winked at Marcos.

“I agree, you look pretty great boss.” Charlie smiled at Marcos. Both men knew the moment the two were alone that Charlie was going to have his hands roaming all over Marcos. His cock was responding, lengthening down his leg into a full on chubby.

“How about we all take a mini-break before we do our second round. What do you boys say?” Marcos put his hands on his hips, each of the men looking at each other’s latest augments. Some were more worried than others as to what round two would have in store.

“All right we’ll see you in a bit, thanks again for the last-minute order.” Marcos wrapped up his call, his belly still out for the viewing pleasure of the other men, at their own discretion of course. Charlie’s mouth was watering at the sight of the olive-skinned hairy belly each time Marcos moved about. Slight bits of jiggling and wobbling, never staying still for long. Each time Marcos scratched at the gut, Charlie grew envious, wishing that was him!

Taking a break from the first round of testing, the men sought a bit of break time to get used to their newest changes to their bodies. It was going to be difficult to hide some of these developments from their regulars. New guests wouldn’t be too much of a problem, at least for now. Unfortunately, the growing popularity of the four men at the coffee shop was becoming too much of a hassle if that application was going to remain on the kiosk. Charlie had reached out to one of his online coding buddies to receive some assistance. Thankfully, he was going to swing by and help out with the kiosk. Until that day would come, the men would need to acclimate to their growing bodies each day until Charlie’s buddy would arrive.

“Where’s our two jocks at?” Marcos scratched his belly, looking over to Charlie for an answer.

“Beats me. I think one was in the restroom and the other went to grab something from their car. Who knows what those two are doing.” Charlie crept up behind Marcos, latching his hands up onto Marcos’s belly.

“What—” Marcos felt the taller man grind up behind him. Charlie’s large bulge grinding up against Marcos’s wide load of an ass. Roaming his hands over the expanse of Marcos’s belly, Charlie was enjoying feeling the heft of the gut. Hairy and soft, yet so round and circular. It was the dictionary definition of a pure beer gut. Feeling the grooves where the belly stopped right underneath the thick barrel chest of the Italian man was Charlie’s favorite. Palming at his thick chest, they were both filled with some heft, but not as much as the gut. Planting his head on Marcos’s shoulder, Charlie continued to use his larger hands to rub and cop up a feel on his boss.

“You’re so sexy, Marcos. I gotta say, I’m liking you with even more of this bulk on you,” Charlie whispered into Marcos’s ear, blowing a light bit of air. Marcos shivered, he regretted letting on which spots of his body were sensitive. “You’re feeling even bigger, how do you like it big guy?”

“I’m loving it. Are you worried I’m becoming too big of a man for you?” Marcos’s lips quivered as he felt Charlie’s hands roam to his nipples.

“Not at all. Are you worried I am becoming too big of a man for you?” Charlie thrust his bulging crotch into Marcos’s back. It felt quite full, and the protrusion of something growing thicker and harder was apparent. Rubbing his bulge up and down on Marcos’s back, Charlie continued to feel up the body of his boss. “I wonder if Hwan and Tanner are enjoying each other’s company as well.”

“Who’s to say? Those two had some of the most apparent sexual tension I’ve ever worked with. I hope things are working out for them finally. It would be nice to see that everyone here is getting along.” Marcos craned his neck to the side to plant a light kiss on Charlie’s now stubbly cheek. “I’m liking this little bit of scruff on you.”

Charlie rubbed his cheek against Marcos’s lips, scratching him. Both men let out a laugh before they returned back to their original states of posture. “I don’t think this is an ethical work environment with all of your workers having relationships with one another Marcos. If this keeps up, you might have an orgy on your hands.” Charlie laid back into one of the chairs at the table.

“Oh, so you also have an interest in the other two? Am I not enough for you already?” Marcos’s lips curled into a smirk, teasing his “employee”.

“I saw the way you were looking at Tanner’s giant ass. Not gonna lie, I was too. It was hard not too. I might not have a fat ass like you and Tanner, but I can still appreciate the sight of one.” Charlie whistled.

“That, I cannot agree more. You still have a cute butt yourself Charlie. Not all men need to be as bottom heavy as us,” Marcos chuckled. “Plus, you’re still incredibly hung.”

“Hwan is as well if his bulge is anything to go by. Am I not big enough for you anymore?” Charlie mimicked Marcos.

“Stop that, you know I was speaking in jest.” Marcos sat down next to Charlie, the chair groaning severely under his weight. Jutting out against the table’s edge was Marcos’s belly, fighting for room. “You aren’t wrong though, he is hung. I hope Tanner is as talented as me.” Marcos wiggled his eyebrows.

“He just might be. Since all of us are getting closer, I don’t mind letting you in on some employee gossip. Let’s just say Tanner is quite popular at his gym, judging from my previous eavesdropping. How do you think Hwan first realized his interest in Tanner anyways? Sure, they act like best friends but he is kind of stoic sometimes. All the sassing he does to Tanner also threw me off their trail for a bit.” Charlie reached over to stroke Marcos’s belly.

Not minding the attention once more, Marcos let Charlie continue to have his fun. “I was thinking the same thing. When I was your supervisor previously, I first thought they were jealous of each other. I guess at some point that changed. Not to mention I think this kiosk of ours helped expedite their feelings a bit. It’s been making all of us extra horny lately.”

“For sure. You’ve seen how much Hwan and Tanner keep taking their breaks at the same time right? I also heard that Hwan hasn’t been back to his apartment since his growth spurt. Looks like they are enjoying each other’s company a lot.” Charlie leaned over to kiss Marcos’s belly.

“Oh? You’re quite the little gossiper, aren’t you Charlie? Looks like your quiet act before was really just so you get as much intel as possible. I’m intrigued.” Marcos reached back for his phone as the screen lit up. Looks like their order was almost ready and on their way for delivery.

“Eh, I have my moments. I’ve been feeling more confident lately, less shy as well. I guess I have this to thank for that.” Charlie grabbed a handful of his bulge, feeling the cobra’s anticipation to break free, and conquer its prey sitting beside it.

Meanwhile, outside of the shop, a small group of cars remained parked in the reserved spaces allocated to the employees of the small businesses around. For any unsuspecting pedestrians that walked behind the chain-linked gate and into the small hidden parking area, they would have been flashed with some public indecency. The car door swung open, half of a tall man’s body was outside of the vehicle. Crouching down, his upper half inside, with the vehicle creaking and shaking. Laying on his stomach on the car seats, a himbo had his back curved and ass up. Fat and muscular, the ass was impressively wide and large. Moaning, Tanner was throwing his head back as he continued to whimper.

Using his large hands that matched his 6’11 body, Hwan spread the giant bubbled cheeks apart the best he could. Even with his giant hands, he faced some difficulty in making sure the cheeks were being held apart enough to reach the pink hole in the center. Upon closer inspection, it looked like the growth that had centered on Tanner’s ass had a side effect that both men came to realize a bit later. Long gone had Tanner’s small tight pink hole vanished, where now a nice large drooling pink hole was being featured. Similar in shape to a small donut, the large hole puckered and bucked as Hwan devoured it with his tongue. Nose deep inside of Tanner’s ass, Hwan was doing his best to taste as much of that juicy hole as possible.

Feeling his body heating up, Tanner was sweating bullets as Hwan continued to grip tightly onto his fat cheeks. Sensitive to the slightest touch, Hwan’s tongue that continued to poke deep inside of the hole was driving Tanner wild. Not even needing to touch his own cock, it was already leaking a steady amount of pre-cum. Just having his hole being tasted and lapped upon had him leaking like a faucet. Tanner had never felt such pleasure before, and he thought the last time Hwan ate him out was impressive. At that moment, Tanner was feeling like he was in heat, one he needed to come down from. He needed Hwan’s tongue deeper inside of him.

“Baby, I need you in there deeper! You’re eating me out so good! Oh fuck Hwan don’t stop eating my hole!” Tanner moaned, arching his back up a bit more to let Hwan get a better angle. Driving himself back toward Hwan’s face, he felt Hwan enter deeper into his hole. Leaking all over the car seats, Tanner knew he was going to have trouble getting the strong scent of cum out in the next couple of days. Spanking one of the cheeks, Tanner felt the fat orbs bounce side to side on their own, out of control. Bouncing back and forth against Hwan’s face, he could feel the five o’clock shadow scratching at his hole as Hwan continued to munch.

The amount of overstimulation was becoming too much for Tanner, it was unbelievable! Sure, after a good work out at the gym he had plenty of men lining up to play with his hole in the showers. None were even coming close to what Hwan was able to achieve, his technique was one to be studied. Never did Tanner believe he could leak this much just from having his ass played with. If Hwan kept it up, he would be cumming in no time, hands-free! Reaching back to try to feel one of his fat cheeks, Tanner tried to flex the bubbly flesh. Using his glute muscles, he managed to clamp the ass down around Hwan’s face. Hwan responded by going even deeper with his tongue. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna suffocate you with this fat ass. You don’t need air, you just need more of my hole. Come on baby, keep eating me out! I’m close!” Tanner moaned, he was now unintentionally riding Hwan’s face.

Giving a few gentle smacks at first, Hwan could feel he was in a bit too deep. Having Tanner’s hole respond to his own techniques by spasming and pulsing, he knew he had Tanner in the palm of his hands. With that being said, he was now having trouble breathing inside of the overly full fat ass. Swatting Tanner’s cheeks harder, Tanner misread the signal and continued to ride Hwan’s tongue and face faster. Hwan grunted and made some slight noises that Tanner took as a sign that he was enjoying it. However, Hwan began to spank Tanner even harder, causing the flesh to bounce even more, feeling better than ever! Each swat of his large hands on Tanner’s sensitive flesh made Tanner moan and squeal even more. “I’m coming baby! I’m coming!”

Tanner’s cock unloaded ropes of cum, spewing across the black car seats. Thick spunk coated the seat underneath him, his balls pulsing up in his sac as he unloaded. Feeling such ecstasy from his hole as he came, his hole pulsed one last time. Releasing his grip on Hwan’s face, Hwan finally was able to pull out and began to gasp for air. Pulling his body fully out the car, he breathed in the warm air. Swiping the bang out of his eye, he brushed away some sweat. Begging for release, his cock was rock hard and shoving itself across his waistband. Peeking his head back into the vehicle, he could see Tanner was still hunched over like a cat, body shaking as finally droplets of cum released themselves from the drooling cock head.

Even though Tanner had nearly just suffocated Hwan to death with that ass, the sight of it glistening in sweat was more than enough for Hwan to want more. Red hand prints were still visible on the flushed skin of the fat cheeks where he had been trying to alert Tanner that he needed air. Both men continued to catch their breaths before Tanner scooched himself out of the vehicle, lower half still exposed to the general public. Hwan reached down to the floor to retrieve the gray sweatpants that Tanner shucked off. “Fuck Tanner, you nearly killed me with that ass. It’s a lethal weapon boy!”

Still coming down from his heat, Tanner was still gasping for air. “You are the best face I’ve ever had the chance to ride. I need to do that again soon sir. My body was on fire!” Tanner reached out for his sweats from Hwan’s grasp. Shimmying the sweats onto his body, they struggled right underneath his buttocks. Needing Hwan’s help, he pulled them up over the globes the best he could. Like back in the shop, a decent portion of his ass was exposed outside of the confines of the clothing.

“I need to play with that giant dick of yours when we get back home sir. I need to. I want to return the favor.” Getting down on his knees, Tanner’s eyes gleamed like a puppy who was staring at a treat. His ass bounced as he got on his knees, staring up at the giant dick print straining the waistband of Hwan’s pants. Reaching out for the bulge, he began to run his hands across it, staring wide-eyed at how thick it was.

“Not right now boy- I mean Tanner. We gotta get back inside. We had our fun, but we kept them waiting long enough. Be good, and you’ll get rewarded with this.” Hwan adjusted his bulge, pulling Tanner’s hands away from his cock. Tanner pouted, and crawled back up onto his feet.

“Fine, I guess we can wait.” He puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms across his chest. Hwan ruffled his hair as he led Tanner back inside of the shop.

“Look at the pair that finally decided to join us. We took first dibs since you two—” Marcos looked up and down at both men. Cock still visible along Hwan’s waistband and a wet spot left in the front of Tanner’s crotch. “—seemed to be clearly having some fun. Make sure you don’t get caught by cameras. It’d be a mess to clean up,” Marcos finished up his thought.

Charlie was already munching on a steaming slice of pizza, coated in cheese with some fat pepperoni’s decorating the top. Upon snagging a bite, some cheese gooed off of the slice and fell by the corner of his lips. Swallowing the slice, he wiggled his eyebrows at both men. Half of one pizza was already devoured by the gluttonous redhead. In front of Marcos, another box was already completely demolished. Looking tighter than before, Marcos’s gut was stuffed! Looks like the extra bit of fat and muscle that went into his gut also kept the man a bit hungrier than usual.

Tanner was starving, he had worked up an appetite after riding Hwan’s face back in the car. Stomach growling, Tanner ran in a straight line to the box that Charlie was already feasting upon. In a flash, the slice was completely devoured and Tanner was onto the next one. Hwan watched as the gluttonous blond continued to nibble on his slice. Secretly, Hwan hoped that the pizza would go straight to his already giant ass. Smirking, Hwan adjusted himself once more before joining the other three men at the table, indulging himself on some pizza as well.

Wiping up their mouths and clearing the boxes, the men had completed feasting upon the food. Still horny, the men’s libidos were through the roof. The extra fuel from the pizza had them ready to continue their night of experimenting with the kiosk. Returning from the recycling bin, Marcos’s gut led the way to his seat. Sitting down, he turned to each of the men who had just finished up their conversations with one another.

“So who is going first this time? Or so we just repeat the same order?” Tanner put down the Coca-Cola bottle he was sipping, staring back at the wheel on Charlie’s phone. Four letters remain, which meant the group was close to noting what each fund was capable of doing.

“Just do the same order. I don’t mind being first again.” Hwan was rubbing Tanner’s thigh underneath the table.

“I have no complaints with that. Anyone else wanna volunteer or are we just going to repeat?” Tanner looked at Marcos and Charlie, but neither offered to volunteer. It was settled, they would repeat the order: Hwan, Charlie, Tanner, and last but not least, Marcos. Resting in the multi-colored wheel were the remaining letters: B, C, L, & M. Who knows what they could mean?

Reaching right above the wheel, Hwan was about to tap it until the group heard a buzzing noise, similar to static. Glancing over their shoulders, they looked to the kiosk that was glitching. After a few more waves of static covered the screen a sudden DING notified the group that something was amiss. Charlie, taking the lead, went over to the kiosk. Returning back to its previous spot by the cogwheel, the jumping exclamation point was back. The other three men remained silent as Charlie investigated what the notification was updating the group with. Scrolling down the tabs, there was one that had made a reappearance: Gifting

Each pair of eyes went wide as the men realized that the tab was what seemed to jump start everything. Okay, maybe not jumpstart everything, but was the beginning of the hijinx that had ensued over the last two weeks. Charlie tapped the tab, the text greeted them with the all too familiar message from last time:

~Congratulations! Receive gifts from the developers while under the current beta period. Would you like to claim?

“Can we say no?” Tanner asked. He brushed past Charlie and clicked the “Decline” option. The static returned with a quick BLIP and the text remained. Furiously tapping the decline option, the screen continued to repeat its static and BLIP noises. “I guess the fuck not.”

“Looks like this changes things this round. We need to be cautious,” Hwan spoke, looking down to see the anxiety in his coworkers faces. Last time they had witnessed him undergo some of the most intense pain he had experienced as his body rapidly grew in front of them all. This time, at least the group knew in advance the power of this gift. Tapping the “Claim” option, the text changed.

~Thank you for claiming our gift! Please select which fund you would automatically like to add FLAT 15% to for all registered employees, on us! 🦒 🦚 🐴

“Where’s my otter?” Hwan raised his eyebrow.

“Looks like it still remembers that you claimed a gift last time. One of us three needs to redeem it this time,” Charlie stated.

“How should we decide?” Marcos looked over at Tanner and Charlie.

“Well, either one of you volunteers, or we can do it another way,” Hwan suggested. Such as moments ago, the silence was loud. No one was willing to volunteer. Sure, a boon of growth was neat, too much could be a bad thing, but the pain that they witnessed Hwan undergo was something that was detouring them all. “Alrighty then, how about we go another way. Since I claimed the gift last time, let’s do it my way this time.” Hwan smirked, watching fear strike each of the men.

“What would that entail?” Marcos scratched his chin, curious to know the method Hwan was suggesting to impose upon the group.

“How about we all vote, and I will draw one of them by random. That one will then have to claim the gift. Sounds good?” Hwan was loving this. Being immune to this round, he wanted to stir the pot.

“What the hell kind of idea is that? Just use the damn wheel.” Tanner pointed at the phone.

“Tanner is right, it would be easier to just use the wheel and have it select us at random,” Charlie agreed.

“You guys are no fun. You all watched me undergo my growth spurt, why can’t I have this for once?” Hwan was pouting, doing his best to act sad to lure the men into his little trap.

Seeing the sadness across Hwan’s face, Marcos sighed. “Let’s go with Hwan’s method. He also has a point.”

“What?!” Tanner yelled. “He’s just faking being sad since he isn’t getting his way!” Tanner began to bicker with Hwan.

“Oi, calm it down you two,” Charlie raised his voice. Hwan and Tanner settled. “Boss is the one in charge here, he has final say.” Charlie winked at Marcos.

“Thank you, Charlie,” Marcos grinned.

“Damn lovebirds!” Tanner scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t like this one bit. I hope you all know that.”

“You couldn’t be more apparent. Now, let me go grab some paper from the office. I will be voting too.” Hwan made a mischievous cackle as his long legs strode over in the direction of the office.

Each man took a seat at a different small table within the lobby. Small little notecards rested in front of each of the four men. All were equipped with their own pen in hand, pondering the same thought: Who should I vote for? “Done.” Almost immediately, Hwan stood up and returned to the center table with his folded-up notecard. Dropping it inside of a cup that the men were going to use to draw lots.

“I fucking hate you,” Tanner sneered at Hwan, knowing damn well who he voted for. While glaring at Hwan with daggers in his eyes, Hwan blew a kiss at Tanner. Grinding his jaw, Tanner was not amused in the slightest.

Sighing to himself, Marcos looked around the room at his only two options. Well, technically, he had three options, and did consider voting himself, but he did not really want to do that. It could be fun to vote for Charlie, seeing his employee grow under the effects of one of the funds would be super hot. The sexy Australian was already a fine piece of work, but enhancements never really hurt anybody. Then again, Tanner was also an option. Thinking about it, did Marcos really have rhyme or reason to vote for him? He could join Hwan in his mischief to stir the pot as well.

Charlie glanced over at the other two men who had spread themselves out so there would be no risk of “cheating”, as Tanner put it. Going over the remaining letters, Charlie had an idea on what each of them stood for at this point. Considering each of the letters were a reflection of a certain part of their bodies, the rest were filling in the blanks. Except for the letter “L”, that was the only one that Charlie was having difficulty guessing. If his hypothesis was correct about the other three, not all of them were bad, but that was a flat fifteen-percent boost. Pondering as he held tightly onto the pen, Charlie wanted to be strategic.

Taking turns approaching the center table, each man dropped off their folded up cards into the small cup. “All right, I’ll draw the cards. Is everybody ready?” Hwan shook the small cup, paper shuffling inside. Each of the three men who were eligible to be drawn looked at each other in anticipation, worried about the potential result. Finishing shaking the cup, Hwan took the small coffee lid off. Reaching two of his long fingers into the cup, he gracefully pulled out one of the folded notecards. Unfolding it in front of him, he looked at the name, glancing over at each of the men, and remained silent again to add to the dramatic atmosphere.

“Just say the damn name. You’re killing us here,” Tanner spat.

“Fine then. Ruin my fun.” Hwan’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. Turning the card around, the rest of the men read the name that was written onto the card: Tanner.

“No!” Tanner scooched out of his groaning chair quickly, nearly knocking it over. “Please do a redraw!” Tanner screeched.

While Tanner was having the epitome of a mid-life crisis, Hwan was having the time of his laugh, pointing at Tanner and laughing up a storm. Marcos was shaking his head as he watched the display. Charlie on the other hand was trying to contain his own snickering as the reactions that Tanner usually had always were fun to witness. Continuing to spiral, Hwan continued to poke fun at Tanner and fell out of his own seat, clutching onto his stomach as he was laughing too hard. Tanner was seething, and jumped the man while he was on the floor as if he was a professional wrestler.

Marcos got up to try to interfere but Charlie put his arm out to hold him back. “Let it play out, I’m enjoying this.” Charlie grinned while he watched the two tussle on the floor, playfully fighting for the most part. Eventually, tiring themselves out, both men returned to their feet, clothing disheveled. Reaching out for the cup, Tanner poured the remaining cards out on the table. Opening them each up, three of them had Tanner’s name written down, with only one card having Charlie’s name.

“I can’t believe all three of you voted me!” Tanner was flabbergasted, feeling betrayed, scorned, already wanting to plan revenge for each of them. Hwan wiped some tears away from his eyes as he continued to try to pull himself together. Marcos and Charlie tried to defuse the rage that Tanner was emitting, but his eyes were only seeing red. “Don’t you dare say sorry. All of you are fake!” Tanner pointed at each man.

“Listen Tanner, no hard feelings, but I thought if we stacked the votes it would decrease my odds.” Charlie shrugged.

“I didn’t think of that. Hwan kept pointing to you while you were too deep in thought so I just followed his direction. I thought it would make your lovers’ quarrel interesting.” Marcos smiled at Hwan. Hwan reached out his hand and the two men high-fived each other.

“So you planned this? What do you mean lovers’ quarrel?” Under the current light, Marcos could have sworn Tanner had smoke fuming from his nostrils.

“Okay okay, calm down. Just suck it up and get it over with.” Hwan patted Tanner’s back, nudging him over to the kiosk.

“You can’t do this to me!” Tanner whined. By now, Hwan was behind Tanner, pushing his back. Dragging his feet, Tanner was trying to use all of his body weight to not move, but Hwan was a force to be reckoned with. In no time at all, Hwan had moved the himbo to the kiosk and had him pick his peacock from the list of animals left available. Fluttering up to the top, the peacock spread its wings, displaying all the funds. Yelling back to Charlie, Hwan shouted, “Tap the wheel before he makes a run for it.”

“I’m not going to run!” Tanner snarled.

“Not with that fat ass weighing you down,” Hwan retorted. Immediately, Tanner shot the back of his elbow hard in Hwan’s stomach, causing him to cough and lose his balance a bit.

Watching the wheel spin, Marcos and Charlie waited for what letter it was about to land on. A solid twenty-five percent chance wasn’t too bad all across the board. Round and round the wheel spun, before it finally settled onto the letter: “C”. Charlie recalled that the “C-Fund” was one of the funds he had pre-set onto Tanner’s when they had first received the app. Judging from the way Tanner’s body has slowly been growing over the last two weeks, Charlie had a good idea on what the “C-Fund” really stood for. Excitedly, Charlie was excited to see the show begin. Marcos looked over to see Charlie’s excitement, he clearly knew more than what he was letting on.

Observing his options, Tanner groaned. Any of the funds would be frustrating and annoying, he just hoped he did not have a similar fund like Marcos. Although Marcos looked great with a belly, Tanner was not aiming to have a belly himself. He worked hard at the gym to stay muscular all over, even though he ended up busty in other areas. Changing his footing, he could feel his butt jiggle a bit. Hwan’s presence was also not unnoticed, as he was still staying close to Tanner so he wouldn’t make a mad dash for the doors. This situation sucked! Tanner knew he should just rip the bandaid off and get this over with. If anything, he was going to force Hwan to take care of him if he ended up going through such a mega-transformation like Hwan had.

Closing his eyes, he tapped the fund with his finger. Tanner didn’t even bother wanting to read the “thank you” message that was bound to be displayed onto the screen. Last time, it said brace for impact. Taking the words to heart, Tanner stepped away from the kiosk, clenching his fists while scrunching his eyes closed.

A moment passed where he felt nothing, and then another, until finally, he felt a disturbance within his body. “Ow!” Tanner yelped, reaching over to his left pec. It felt as if he was just stung by a bee or some other insect. “Ouch! What is that!” Immediately, Tanner reached for his right pec. Rubbing both chest muscles, he felt a thrumming sting sensation spread across his hairy chest.

“What’s wrong?” Hwan remained close to Tanner, ready to repay the favor that Tanner had when Hawn underwent his initial growth from his gift.

“It feels like something stung my chest. Like a bee, or mosquito, just something. It feels sore.” Tanner continued to rub little circles on his chest, in doing so, he hoped it would relieve the uncomfortable sensation that took place on his chest. Continuously doing small little circular motions over his chest, Tanner felt like the stinging was going away a little bit. “Does anything look off about me? I’m not growing a horn or anything?”

“Uh no. Are you cold though?” Hwan pointed to the nipples imprinting against the Hawaiian shirt that Tanner was sporting. Covering the tips of his chest, Tanner shivered. His nipples felt incredibly sensitive, more so than normal. Just grazing over them, he could feel them get harder. Involuntarily, his pecs flexed, pumping up a small bit. Both of his nipples grew incredibly hard, digging into the Hawaiian shirt. Not only were they digging into the shirt, it felt like somebody was pinching down on them. It hurt a lot!

“Oh something is definitely not right!” Tanner stomped over to the table where the other two men were sitting. Giving Tanner some space, Charlie and Marcos decided to move their chairs back just a bit in case something big happened. Elongating just a tad, his nipples looked to have grown to about an inch in length. Both were thick nubs that strained the fabric of his shirt. It looked quite ridiculous, to the point where you would think Tanner had thimbles attached to his chest. “Ooh, now it’s itchy!” Near his nipples, Tanner began to scratch around the area. As he continued to scratch he could feel his chest push against his nails. Not relenting, he continued to scratch around the nipples, the area feeling quite soft and a little puffy. Following the lead of the nipple outlines, a puffy circular circle surrounded them.

Piping up, Charlie decided to state the obvious observation the men were seeing as Tanner was scratching himself, “Your areola is expanding, Tanner.”

“My what? Speak in English, nerd.” Tanner was scratching away at the puffy circles framing the nipples. On accident, he would scratch his hard nipples which would lead to an involuntary horny shiver cascading down his body.

“The pigmented rings around your nipples are growing in proportion. They’re swelling.” Charlie watched in awe as the puffy outlines pushed against the chest.

“I’m gonna be a freak!” Tanner whined, the itching beginning to fade. Redirecting his attention elsewhere onto his chest, both pecs began to pump on their own. Gradually getting heavier, both pecs began to swell outward toward the other men and to the sides. Tanner groaned as the soreness was enveloping his chest once more, it felt like something was filling them up. An uncomfortable feeling of something inside of his chest was moving around. Three-buttons had popped off the Hawaiian shirt, landing onto the table. Sloping down and onto the table, Tanner’s pecs began to expand, leaving behind their muscular shape. Gradually, they grew rounder, looking more fleshy and soft.

Whimpering, Tanner felt more of whatever was in his chest filling him up. Like a hose, it felt as if someone left a liquid on and it was filling up the inside of his chest. Reaching out to feel his chest, they still held some tightness, and were firm. Continuing to slowly expand, Tanner had begun to sport major cleavage in that Hawaiian shirt. The man’s bust had left the realm of man, and was looking to match that of a well-endowed woman. Tanner continued to evoke groaning, rubbing his hands over his swelling chest.

Hwan quickly leapt into action, leaning in toward the swelling chest. Delicately, he did his best to undo the button that was soon to burst off the man’s shirt next. Knuckles gently grazed the expanding hairy chest, making it difficult to undo the button. Swirling blond chest hairs continued to spread across the pecs as they continued to expand. By now, the chest had grown so large that they had definitely become more like tits. Jokingly, Hwan and Tanner had called his chest tits before since they were big and meaty, but their current size and shape would be classified as high grade tits. From his previous conquests, none of the women that Hwan had been with before had a chest the size Tanner currently had, and it was still growing bigger!

“It feels so tight! It’s so sore it hurts!” Tanner was whimpering, trying to massage his own tits but the feeling was not going away. Charlie and Marcos stared in awe as they watched Tanner grow tits the size of beach balls! Any porn star would be jealous of Tanner’s rack! Both beach ball sized tits were now resting on the table, buttons finally undone by Hwan mere moments ago. Sliding off the nipples, the shirt had fully opened up to expose the blossoming chest as it continued to fill up more space. Sliding across the table, Tanner’s tits grew and grew, his nipples long and areola puffy to match. Hwan couldn’t resist, he reached out to touch Tanner’s left tit. It felt heavy and massive! Walking behind Tanner’s chair, Hwan reached his hands out and did his best to help massage the giant pair of twin peaks.

Having much larger hands compared to Tanner, he was able to cover more surface area. Falling into temptation, Hwan would push his palms hard into the flesh, feeling how soft yet firm they were. A total contrast, but they felt so addicting! The soft hair that coated Tanner’s chest looked so sexy as well, he was looking like a busty Anime cartoon character by the minute. “Stop Hwan—” Tanner was barely able to choke out the words. By now Tanner had thrown his head back against Tanner’s body. Quivering, the tits began to pump and flex, jigging as they continued to pump up a bit larger. They were growing so big that they were reaching near Tanner’s chin! Pulling his chair back a bit, his tits caused stress onto the poor table. Both beach balls were heavy.

“It’s ending, whatever it is, it’s ending.” Tanner focused on his breathing, closing his eyes.

“Oh my god,” Charlie managed to utter, his mouth agape.

“Tanner, don’t panic.” Marcos tried to calm his voice, but the image in front of him was far from anything ordinary.

Hwan moved out the way as Tanner tried to stand up, but accidentally fell forward onto the table. “Ooof!” Tanner’s large tits crashed onto the table, creating a loud thud. His large arms landed on part of his side-boob. Hwan grabbed Tanner by his waist to help him up, noticing he was much heavier than he used to be. As he pulled Tanner up, he could see that Tanner’s back was looking massive! He supposed that Tanner’s back had grown broader and stronger to accommodate for the weight on his chest now. Hands still around Tanner’s waist, both men were able to help Tanner stabilize himself. Standing out loud and proud, his gravity-defying tits stood straight out, round and bouncing side to side. Crowned by his puffy areola and thick nipples, that chest would easily belong to any porn magazine, except minus the hair that spread across them.

“You…you!” Tanner spun around quickly, tits leading first, as Tanner spun to Hwan. Charging the man like a bull, Tanner used not only his normally heavy body weight, but now his enhanced tit weight against Hwan. Not even a moment to think or react, Hwan was charged onto the ground by the small man. Crashing onto the floor, Hwan was once again, being suffocated for the second time today. “I’m blaming you for this!” Tanner angrily pointed to his hyper-tits.

Marcos and Charlie scrambled over to the two men on the floor. Hwan’s face was buried underneath the large hairy tits. Tanner pushed his thick forearms onto the floor, his biceps bulging as he smashed his chest into Hwan’s face. Laying on top of the tall man’s torso, Tanner kept him pinned to the floor. Dangling his chest hard into Hwan’s face, the two spheres were being used to smother the poor man. Hwan’s legs were twitching all over the place as the only noises that could be heard were “hmmmmm“ and “ahmmph“

“You reap what you sow, you bastard!” Tanner positioned both of his arms to the sides of his massive chest the best he could, and flexed the tits on Hwan’s head. Squeezing the man tighter between the two chest pillows, Tanner was attempting to smother him. “Should we get involved now?” Marcos looked over to Charlie who was clearly enjoying the two’s rabble rousing, but also unsure if Tanner was legitimately trying to attempt murder.

“I think he’s fine. He’s almost seven feet tall, I’m sure his lung capacity is better than ours,” Charlie spoke as if this was a typical conversation between anybody. Both Marcos and Charlie continued to watch as Tanner continued to insult Hwan as he refused to let the man come up for air.

“Okay okay, Tanner, I think you proved your point.” Marcos walked over to the busty himbo, Charlie following his lead as they pulled Tanner off of Hwan. Hwan once again was gasping for air for a second time tonight.

“I wasn’t done yet!” Tanner kicked his feet as the two men dragged him back to the table.

“We know. No violence in the workplace,” Marcos teased.

“No shirt, no service either,” Charlie joined in on the jesting.

Grumbling and muttering to himself, Tanner sat down in his chair as if he were confined to it. Repositioning his chest onto the table, he tried different positions to be in a comfortable state. Having two beach balls’ attached to your chest proved to be rather difficult. Hwan finally caught up with the others and stood behind both Charlie and Marcos. “As eventful as that was, we still have to finish testing out the other funds.”

“Have Hwan test the last three out! He deserves it!” Tanner glared at the taller man across from him.

“Hwan isn’t the only one to blame, we are all guilty and sorry about this Tanner,” Marcos spoke for the three men, who’s eyes were glued to the massive tits resting on the table. They were large enough to easily crush watermelons. Perhaps that could be Tanner’s new talent.

“Trust me, I am well aware! Sorry does not fix this problem.” He pointed back at the cards that were still tossed about on the table that displayed his name. “I look like a freak! I look like someone who got botched breast implants!” Tanner slapped his chest and shivered.

“Not true, they don’t look botched. They are the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen.” Hwan nodded, ogling the massive mounds.

“Can I kill him? Will you two look the other way?” Tanner craned his neck to both Marcos and Charlie. “This is off the clock, you won’t be responsible. Just dump his body out back.”

“Tanner, no. Hwan, be nice.” Marcos turned to both men.

“Clearly, we did not expect your pecs to become, well, those.” Marcos gestured. “However, that will be easier to hide than Hwan’s height increase.”

“Hide how? Look at them!” Tanner hollered, picking up one of his tits and letting it slam back down onto the table.

“Just say it’s an allergic reaction or something,” Hwan offered. “It’s better than that height surgery gimmick you tried to sell.” Just like that, the two men were back to bickering like a pair of siblings.

“We’re not gonna get this over with unless we just continue. Do you want to go next, or me?” Charlie asked Marcos.

Squabbling like a pair of children on the playground, Hwan and Tanner continued to bicker over at the table that they were occupying. Hwan, being much taller than Tanner could’t stop chuckling at the proportions that Tanner’s body was now displaying. Looking down, Tanner’s handsome face remained the same, but two large jutting flesh balloons bulged off of his chest. Framed with his smaller waist and large bubble butt, he was looking dangerously close to a Jessica Rabbit clone. Of course, if Jessica Rabbit was a man, had larger tits than she already did, and a larger butt than she also had. Tanner’s body was remarkable in all the best ways, completely looking like a morph done to somebody online.

Hwan would tease Tanner by poking at his large wobbling tits that seemed to go against gravity. Keeping their perkiness from prior to his growth, both giant sacs of muscle and fat bounced and kept their height off of the floor. Two giant nubs framed the two mega-tits, which Hwan had pinched to get Tanner off of him once Tanner jumped him a second time. Finding a new weakness, Hwan discovered that Tanner’s newly engorged nipples and tits were hyper-sensitive. Just the slightest tweak to the giant nipples left him shivering and unable to move. Marcos and Charlie decided it was best to not get involved in their spat. Rather, the two decided to continue on in uncovering what each fund was capable of achieving. Charlie decided he would just go next, spinning the wheel round and round on his phone. Neither of the two men who were fighting even noticed the other two men had taken it upon themselves to continue the little experiment.

Three letters remained as a potential option for Charlie: “B”, “L”, and “M”. Coming to a stand still, barely landing on the option, Charlie was presented with the letter “B”. If the fund was what Charlie thought, he knew his apparel was now in further risk than it already had been. Walking past the two men who were back to wrestling on the floor, he hopped over one of Hwan’s large arms. Tanner was now sitting on top of Hwan’s face with his large bubble butt, grinding it into his face. Such a crude act, but hot nonetheless. Thinking to himself, Charlie thought Hwan, being the bigger of the two, would have more strength to knock the smaller man off. Perhaps he enjoyed the treatment Tanner was giving him? Who knows, he did not feel like prying right now. Selecting his animal emoticon and the “B-Fund” he looked down at his pants. The overstuffed bulge was quite troublesome already, he didn’t want to risk further damage to his already slim options in briefs.

Weighing his options for a moment, Charlie decided he did not need to go as big as he did with the custom tip for his first round of experimentation. Only deciding to select a five-percent option, Charlie felt as if he would still notice an increase in his body. The all too familiar feeling of warmth was crashing upon his body. Having only applied a small percentage this time, the heat was not as overstimulating as it had been the previous times he or Marcos had used the kiosk on his body. Just a bit of a heat increase, the warmth was enough to still fog up his glasses. Refocusing itself toward his groin, Charlie was aware that his hypothesis was definitely correct on what the “B-Fund” stood for.

Being quite familiar with his most recent version of his package, Charlie knew how big his penis was and how large his balls were. Still pretty hefty at their size to match his penis, his balls were by far from being under proportioned. Where the heat was currently focusing, was his testicles. Pulsing and flexing by themselves, his balls felt like they were close to releasing a load that had been accumulating a decent amount of cum. Rubbing his bulge, he could feel the weight of his balls growing more obvious. Swelling in their own sacs, both balls gradually began to swell a bit larger bit by bit, pushing his already long snake of a cock against his pants even more. Blowing some hot air out of his mouth, the feeling felt pretty good, Charlie couldn’t lie. To best describe it, it felt like someone had their hands on his balls and were gently squeezing them. Slight additions of soreness would penetrate through the moments of erotic bliss, but would then flip flop back into the closeness of wanting to release a hot load. In Charlie’s mind, the growth seemed to feel like it was going on longer than it actually was.

Marcos had sauntered over to the twunky redhead and was observing the throbbing bulge, begging to be released from its prison. Two noticeable grooves of the growing sac had made their imprint against the fabric. “To think I already thought you were big. More fun for us later.” Marcos smirked, eyeballing the bulge. Licking his lips, Marcos was eager to play with the newly swollen balls in his mouth. Swinging his hips forward, the bulge bounced quite egregiously, that little trick would make anyone at a strip club go wild. “You should make yourself more comfortable, no need to keep that locked up.” Marcos’s words were coated in a seductive allure, enticing Charlie to follow his orders.

Glancing over at the other two men in the room, Charlie was a bit hesitant to expose his genitals, especially since they were still in their workplace. It is not every day though that your boss would be trying to get you out of your pants. Furthermore, it also was not every day that an employee would be having relations with their boss as well. Like a pinched nerve, his hefty sac and large snake was asking for freedom, the lack of space in his pants was more than enough to leave Charlie in a state of discomfort. Giving into his boss’s suggestion, Charlie finished unzipping the pants, even though his bulge was already pulling part of his zipper down. Sliding the pants off of his waistband, his cock large flaccid dick fell free, smacking itself against his leg. Two largely swollen balls the size of apples fell between his thighs, audibly making a smack sound as well.

Although not the most gifted in the glute area, Charlie’s slightly boned butt was now exposed to the lobby of the shop. Hanging at 6½ inches soft, Charlie’s cock would make quite the impression to anybody. His pubic region was tightly shaved, still showing some red that matched the hair upon his head, but he liked to keep his bush tame. Marcos could feel butterflies in his stomach and his hole pucker, his body reacting on its own lustful impulses. Charlie and Marcos had yet to do any anal, rather they used their bodies to get one another off. Marcos knew that he needed that giant trouser snake in his hole, and he would do anything to make sure he could take it in its entirety. Bending downward, Marcos’s belly jiggled and sagged, aiming toward the floor as he reached out with his hands to feel the balls. One ball filled his palm in its entirety, there was not even a chance to have both in one hand. Lifting his hand up and down, he was smiling and giddy, amazed by how large Charlie’s genitals had grown.

“Why the hell are you naked!” Tanner yelled from the side of the room he and Hwan had been fighting. Charlie and Marcos had forgotten all about those two, entering their own bubble on the other side of the shop. Tanner was pointing at Charlie’s exposed butt. Even from the distance the two groups were at, Tanner could see Marcos was doing more than copping a feel. Marcos was taken back to reality, realizing his own urges had gotten the best of him, forgetting that he should wait for a more private environment to have his fun with Charlie. Spinning around, Charlie blushed and let out an awkward laugh before apologizing. Both Tanner and Hwan were given an eyeful of Charlie’s giant flaccid cock and balls.

“Fucking hell that’s huge!” Tanner’s mouth was wide open, eyes glued to the giant penis that lay atop two large balls. Hwan was also pretty impressed with how well-endowed Charlie was. Hwan thought Tanner’s reaction was cute, but was starting to get slightly envious that Tanner’s attention was enraptured with the cock belonging to Charlie. “How fucking big is that thing! It’s huge!” Tanner had swiftly made his way over to Charlie, getting a better inspection on the large flaccid penis. Marcos moved out the way to let Tanner get an eyeful of the man he was currently spending his free time with. A sense of pride swelled up in Marcos, enjoying that his man was receiving attention from others.

“Last I measured, it was 10 ¼ inches. The size of my balls is new though. I just used the “B-Fund”, so now we know what it stands for.” Charlie wiggled his hips side to side, letting his cock slap against his thin thighs. Tanner was hypnotized. Crouching his knees, Tanner bent down to also get a closer look, which left both of his tits brushing up against Charlie’s thighs. Gulping, Charlie was in equal awe with Tanner’s body, the size of his tits was sexy, and the soft flesh touching his own thighs was enough to get some blood rushing into his cock. Swelling a bit larger, the once flaccid 6½ inches was now at an 8-inch chubby, rising a bit upward and touching Tanner’s tits. “Getting excited?” Tanner teased.

“Leave him be Tanner.” Hwan’s deep voice rattled Tanner out of his amazement with Charlie’s large cock. Tanner removed himself from the cock’s space, standing back into his full height and giving Charlie some space. “Sorry, I should have asked to get a closer look,” Tanner apologized.

“You’re all good, I didn’t mind. Sorry my cock was getting excited by your tits.” Charlie also let out an awkward apology. Marcos was still grinning, pleased that Tanner was enjoying the sight of Charlie. He was also pleased that Charlie was enjoying Tanner’s large bust. If worse came to worse and Marcos would be unable to satiate Charlie, he knew Tanner might be able to help him out down the road.

Failing to hide the slightest ounce of jealousy by now, Hwan’s face was an open book. Clearly, the man was jealous that Tanner’s attention was on the big dick that belonged to Charlie. Adjusting his own hefty bulge, Hwan was by no means any less hung than Charlie. On the contrary, he was even more hung than Charlie after checking out his stats in the bathroom. Tanner had even glanced at Hwan’s notebook. It seemed either Tanner had a short attention span, or was just enamored with any dick that seemed to place itself in front of him like bait. Pulling Tanner back toward himself like a dog on a leash, Tanner’s tits bounced and Hwan ground his bulge into his bubble butt. Like a good boy, Tanner’s attention had returned to Hwan. “All right, should we get on with my turn? Not that I don’t mind Charlie showing off his goods. It’s best if we get more comfortable with each other considering our circumstances.” Marcos pulled at the seams of his shredded shirt, ripping it off entirely. His own large barrel-chest was now freed, covered in a forest of dark hair that sat above his large belly. Three of the men now were without some form of clothing, leaving Hwan to be the odd one out.

Taking charge and reigning over the group, Marcos took his turn on the wheel. With only two options left for the group to discover, the little experimentation rendezvous would be coming to a close shortly. Some members, like Tanner, were fearing this was doing more harm than good. With only so few options left, the wheel did not take too long to spin. Finishing off on the letter “M”, Marcos thought it was ironic it was the letter that also started off his name. Bringing himself past the other three men and back to the kiosk, he selected his giraffe buddy and took care of business as per usual. Coming to the most important selection in terms of percentage, he wondered if he should be overzealous.

Weighing his options, he looked down at his belly and realized that his new girth alone would be harder to explain. Sitting on the same wavelength as Charlie, he decided to go with a smaller percentage of only ten percent. Upper body now exposed to the elements, the heat began to rain over the expanse of his flesh. Adding on the extra pounds from his previous growth, the heat was getting to him pretty quickly. Sweat began to form over his chest, dripping down in between the crevice of his thick pecs. Trailing down his forehead and onto his cheeks, the warmth spread everywhere from his upper torso, to his thighs, even to his wide load of an ass. Whereas before his growth felt more like bloating that focused in his belly, this time he felt a different sensation.

Each of the other three men claimed to experience soreness, tightness, and other unpleasantries. Marcos was starting to understand where they were coming from when they described their own experiences. Ranging from his forearms to his biceps, his traps to his neck, a ringing pain traveled through his body. Starting on his right side and traveling to his left, it crept along his body like an internal parasite. Charlie was first to notice that the already thick Italian man was getting a bit thicker, but not with fat this time. Whereas his arms had some chub before, now they were looking sturdier and firmer. His biceps bulged with a bit more mass, his shoulders and back growing broader. Where Marcos felt like he had slept wrong on his neck, Charlie saw that it had thickened and bulged up a bit.

Resting upon his stomach, the once more fat-sides barrel chest seemed to broaden, losing its sloping shape and growing into a more squarish pectoral. Keeping the surplus of hair and size, the pecs blossomed into a nicely trained chest that looked to have just finished their gym regime. Bouncing in place, his belly still remained the same, if not for the love handles that crept by it shrinking a little bit. Charlie was a bit sad at the loss of some of the love handles leaving Marcos, but changed his tune as he continued to view the man growing into a muscle bull with a nice belly. Hulking out like his upper body, his thighs thickened with a mix of fat and muscle, his wide ass growing a bit perkier, but kept more of its rounder shape. On both legs, his calves seemed to grow more defined as if Marcos had taken to biking every day in the last three years. It was no mistake, the Italian man was growing into a newly evolved form, an Italian bull!

Drooling from the mouth, Charlie had to wipe his lower lip. Checking out Tanner and Hwan, the pair was easily enthralled with the former image of their boss fading away. Observing the newly enhanced version of Marcos, work was just going to become more difficult to handle. Groping his engorged bicep, Marcos gave the boys a flex, showing off the new size of his arm muscles, and a bit of forest under his pits. Groping his chest next and then feeling his glutes, Marcos was clearly enjoying these latest developments. Catching each of the boys checking him out, Marcos was quite pleased that he was still considered attractive enough to entice each of the three men, as different as each was. “Checking out your boss? That’s quite bold wouldn’t you say?” Continuing to flex off his newly mixed stocky frame, each of the men tried to look away respectfully. “I’m just messing with you boys. It’s fine. I take it as a compliment.”

Sauntering back over to the table from which the men were gathered, the seat that Marcos took groaned in agony. This seemed to be a running theme right now with the rest of the men. Hwan looked over at the phone and saw no need to spin the wheel, considering there was only one final option left, the letter “L”. “I hope you get something worse than these!” Tanner shook his tits, returning back to his moody state. Hwan stuck out his tongue as he passed by, flicking one of the tits as he did so. Being the final fund to experiment with, Hwan was kind of glad the night here at the shop was just about over. To be honest, he was quite tired and wanted to have some more fun with Tanner back at his apartment. Marcos and Charlie were also looking quite close, and knew those two would be having their own fun once they finished up here. Giving himself a moderate increase of ten percent as well, he accessed the “L-Fund”.

Anticipating the warmth to radiate over his body for the last time tonight, Hwan waited and waited. Half a minute passed, and there was no development. Soon, a minute, still nothing was following. Double checking the kiosk to ensure that he had finished the transaction, it showed that he had. Looking back at the other men, he shrugged. Glancing at their half naked frames, Hwan immediately began to chub up, his own monster cock growing harder almost instantaneously. Rubbing against the inner seams of his pants, the cock felt super sensitive. Hwan was having the need to just whip out his cock to twin with Charlie, the inside of his pants were feeling too cramped and good. It was an odd feeling to say the least. Tanner piped up, “So what’s different?” Tanner walked around Hwan, inspecting the man.

As Tanner inspected Hwan, part of his chest rubbed up against him. Even the slightest touch of Tanner’s chest on Hwan’s own skin left his skin tingly, in a good way. Minimal physical contact was throwing his cock into a frenzy, needing to escape its confined prison. Noticing that Hwan’s body language was shifting each time he briefly grazed him, Tanner had an idea. Reaching for Hwan’s own muscular arms, Tanner began to rub them, especially on the grooves of his biceps. “Hmm, nothing here.” Moving his hands onto Hwan’s chest, he began to feel up his pecs, making sure to push his own tits into Hwan’s body. “I’m not noticing anything here either.” Hwan was biting back his tongue from releasing a little moan. Tanner’s insistent rubbing of his body was feeling electric, nothing like Hwan had felt before. What the hell did that fund do to his body?

Tanner wanted to try to get a rise out of the man, pretending to inspect his body. Marcos and Charlie were none the wiser as Tanner was playing a little game. Running his hands along Hwan’s back, he reached up as far as he could on the taller man. “You don’t seem any taller either…” Tanner made sure to tenderly rub little circles as he felt the expanse of his back. Finishing his cycle around Hwan, Tanner returned to the front of him. A massive imprint was being tested in the front of his pants. Tanner knew he was winning this little game while Hwan opted to be silent, trying not to show Tanner he had any power over him. Whispering, Tanner went on his tip-toes, squeezing his chest with his arms as he aimed to be near Hwan’s ears the best he could, “You look like you’re about to bust big boy.”

Slightly shaking, Hwan was losing control over himself. Electric tingles spread across his body as if he had an internal circuitry. Discreetly, Tanner snuck one hand underneath Hwan’s shirt, rubbing his palm across the firm abs that the jock had maintained for a few years. Greeted by the soft treasure trail, Tanner bit his lip, making puppy dog eyes at Hwan, one of his weaknesses whenever the two fooled around. Hwan’s eyes were blazing with fire, he wanted Tanner, no, he needed Tanner right now. Hwan wanted to show Charlie and Marcos what a bad boy Tanner was being, and how much of a submissive little slut he could be when being dominated by someone else. Palming at the abs, Tanner continued to brush against the lightly furred muscles while maintaining contact with Hwan. Tanner himself could see the inferno stirring in his eyes, he was starting to get a little worried that he may be pushing him a bit too far.

Quickly removing his hand from underneath the shirt, Hwan quickly grabbed Tanner’s arm, and spun him around. Holding him against his body, he roughly grabbed onto his partially exposed bubble butt. Tanner let out a loud gasp, taken aback at Hwan’s forwardness in front of Charlie and Marcos. Both men turned over to see what the commotion was about, but went back to their own business as it looked like Hwan and Tanner were about to bicker once more. Using his large hands, Hwan began to grip onto the fatty bubble butt, kneading it like bread dough. Grinding his now fully erect cock into Tanner’s ass, Tanner knew he was no longer winning this little game. For the rest of the night, he was going to be at Hwan’s mercy. Nearly ripping the teeth off the zipper, Hwan undid his button and was now rubbing his fully exposed cock in between Tanner’s cheeks.

Teasing the submissive man with his large cock, Hwan began to lightly dip the massive monster’s head in between the two large cheeks. Not so gently pushing the head against Tanner’s hole, he could feel the smaller man in eager need of Hwan’s large cock. Smirking to himself, Hwan knew Tanner couldn’t take his dick at its previous size after he had grown. Hoping that his new bubble butt would help, Hwan very much wanted to see if Tanner was now fully capable of taking his near footlong cock. Thrusting his hips faster, his body continued to grow more receptive to the electric tingling. Hwan had never felt so horny in his life! He needed to cum, even if it wasn’t inside of Tanner. Picking up speed, Hwan continued to manhandle the perky ass until he could feel his balls beginning to rise. He was close to releasing a heavy load that had come upon him unexpectedly.

Pulling Tanner closer, Hwan covered the man’s mouth to ensure he stayed silent. Marcos and Charlie had their backs turned as Charlie was explaining something to Marcos on his phone. Grinding his cock between the two cakes, the tingling ramped up toward a level that felt like euphoria. Tanner was sweating as Hwan was pulling and gripping his fat bubbly cheeks, abusing them with his large hands and large cock. Just from the size that Tanner could feel, he knew Hwan’s cock was much larger than what he had experienced the night they had sex not too long ago. Recalling the notebook measurement, he knew Hwan was not lying at all about his new size. The largest cock Tanner had taken through anal was not even close to Hwan’s current size. Unable to control his own hole, Tanner’s hole was spasming against the cock head that would occasionally greet his needy ass. With no notice, Hwan’s cock head began to spurt hot thick ropes against Tanner’s hole. Tanner’s voice remained muffled as Hwan began to unload in between his cheeks, creating a sticky webbing. Biting down on his tongue, Hwan muffled his own grunts. Wobbling the two fat cakes, he made sure to have his cum stay as a “marked” territory.

Pulling his cock out of the cheeks, he stuffed his still large but deflating cock back into his jeans. Grabbing the sweats, Hwan helped pull the clothing over the big fat ass that was covered with spunk. Its gray fabric had some clear dark spots where Hwan’s load had made its marks. Giving Tanner’s ass a final slap, he returned to the table where Marcos and Charlie were talking. Tanner could feel the wet spots on his jeans, slightly embarrassed, but followed behind the taller man who had just abused his cheeks which were now sore from the tight grips. Taking a seat at the table, he decided to tune into whatever discussion Charlie and Marcos had while he was a victim to a needy top.

“Yeah, he said he’ll be in tomorrow. I’m sure he will come up with something, he majored in coding with a minor in computer science. I trust him with this.” Charlie waved his phone at Marcos as he was explaining something Hwan and Tanner were half aware of.

“What are we talking about?” Hwan asked, trying to remain stoic as if he had not just cum less than ten feet away from the two.

“Now that you’re finally done humping Tanner, you want in on our conversation?” Marcos raised his eyebrow, grinning at Hwan.

Hwan and Tanner immediately began to blush, embarrassed that they were actually caught the whole time. “Why didn’t you two say something?” Tanner fumed, wiggling himself comfortably into the seat as hot semen coated the inside of his cheeks.

“We thought it’d be more fun to see what you two would do if we acted oblivious. You both did not disappoint.” Charlie turned to both men mischievously.

“Charlie was right. It was fun to hear and catch a glimpse of the two of you going at it. You two must go at it like a pair of rabbits at home.” Marcos winked at both men, leaving them both self-conscious in their seats. Having an aware audience was not on their bucket list tonight.

“Fucking hell!” Tanner burrowed his head into his tits that rested on the table. “As I was saying, my friend I mentioned who has a background in coding is going to be swinging by my place to visit. He’s from out of state, but I sent him a message saying I had a major issue.” Charlie looked at each man, Tanner perked up a bit.

“What kind of issue did you say? The last thing we need is a second nerd to snoop around and see that we are all growing freaks,” Tanner groaned as he whipped his head back, staring at the ceiling once more.

“Speak for yourself, freak,” Hwan sassed.

“I’m going to let that comment slide, for now. Back to my question, what is that nerd going to do to help us? Can he reverse this?” Tanner glanced over to Hwan. “Or make things slightly more manageable?”

“That’s the goal. I’m going to be paying him as our tech support while he visits. Charlie told me he has been working freelance, and is in need of a new job for the time being. It’s a perfect opportunity.” Marcos was happy with this decision. It couldn’t be more fortunate timing that their newest addition would be coming soon.

“Okay, and what’s his name?” Tanner asked.

“Victor. He’s an intelligent guy, if anybody is to know how to solve our problem, it’ll be him.” Charlie’s goofy smile was back.

“You better hope to god that nerd can solve our problem. If he can’t, I’ll suffocate you next with these tits of mine,” Tanner threatened the redhead, and he really meant it.

“What if I like that?” Charlie teased, instantly defusing the threat. Hwan laughed but covered it with a cough. Tanner was too easy to read.

“Just make sure he does something,” Tanner grumbled, pulling out his phone. It took him no time to already select some of his favorite shops to find more clothing to help conceal his newly enhanced rack.

“Look, I told him that some things we are experiencing are a bit on the uncanny side of sorts. Like me, he’s a gamer, and what makes him special is that he has an interest in the occult.” Charlie continued to try to sell the idea of his friend like the latest product.

“You’re proud to admit that?” Tanner twisted his face, Hwan punched his arm.

“What Tanner means to say, is that he’s very thankful that you have a dependable outreach of talented friends,” Hwan translated for the sassy himbo.

“The day I hear those words from his own lips will be a moment to remember. Anyways, he might have an explanation that we are unaware of. Especially, if you ask me, this application seems more on the occult-end. No records of it exist on the internet.” Charlie showed his internet searches to both Hwan and Tanner. Marcos had already been aware of that matter since he did his own investigation and ended up with the same outcome as Charlie.

“Our predicament is about as far-fetched as any can be. Charlie already warned him about our bodies undergoing some new developments that are far from normal in any reality,” Marcos joined in, helping sell Charlie’s case and point.

“It took some, ahem, photographic convincing, but it proved my point. Don’t worry, I only showed him images of myself and Marcos, with his permission. I did describe Hwan’s height growth but that is about it,” Charlie confessed.

“Oh, so I wasn’t important enough to mention? I see how it is.” Tanner was now taken aback, slightly sulking at the fact his presence wasn’t mentioned at all to Charlie’s friend.

“You were just complaining and calling his friend a nerd. Why are you upset now?” Hwan rolled his eyes. Winning with Tanner was never easy.

“I think it’s time for us to take a break. It’s been an eventful night to say the least. Charlie, why don’t you bring Victor around once he settles in after he lands? I’ll give him a tour of the shop.” Marcos got up from his seat, the rest of the men getting the hint. Soon, all of the men were gathering their stuff.

“Will do. I need to go grab some extra stuff for his visit anyways. Thanks again for indulging in this experiment guys,” Charlie thanked the group, Marcos being the most reciprocated followed by Hwan. Tanner was the most displeased but remained civil nonetheless. It didn’t take long for each guy to head out back to their own places.

It was the next day when Charlie had crashed into his apartment room, throwing the bags down by the entryway. Finally finishing up his list of errands, he was exhausted. It had been a few days since he had gotten anytime with Marcos privately. Work had been fine, if not a little bit difficult to navigate the onslaught of comments, concerns, and ogling from the guests, but each of the men were doing well. Tanner, being the main flirt of the bunch and main interactor with the guests had difficulty adjusting to his new bust size. Confessing to purchasing compression wraps for his chest, he managed to miraculously reduce the size of his chest to a degree. Still, it was a moderately large size even with the compression wraps. Most guests, young and older, had trouble maintaining eye contact.

It took some practice, but Tanner was eventually able to adjust to his new size at work. Bumping into a few things without seeing them, and tripping as he couldn’t see the floor, he was rather clumsy. Hwan had become less of an elusive cryptid and made his way onto the bar a bit more. Some guests recognized that the man was Hwan, while others had no clue. Those that did however, had many questions. Emerging from his mouth like word vomit, Hwan had unironically mentioned he went to Europe to receive height surgery. Tanner was right behind him as he told a guest the lie, and could barely contain himself. Hwan was not the best liar on the spot, but they bought it somehow. That ridiculous excuse could only be so believable so long though. Meanwhile, Marcos was thriving with his newly enhanced stocky body. Guests were wrapped around his fingers and were eating out the palm of his hands.

Setting up the air mattress on the floor, Charlie had to do a bit of rearranging in his room to accommodate for the extra bed. Victor was not too picky in terms of where he stayed the night at, as he liked traveling a lot when he was in between his well-paid freelance jobs. From all the late night talks Charlie had with Victor, he usually just traveled with one suitcase, a backpack, and his laptop ready for work and gaming. The two had met up twice before, once at a convention and another time at a friend’s meet-up. Just as they did online, they hit it off well in person. Victor was quite the handsome man himself, albeit he may not be everybody’s type.

Similar to Charlie, the two had similar haircuts, except whereas Charlie grew his hair out to be shaggy, Victor styled his to be. Forgoing his real hair color, Victor preferred to dye his hair a mint green, and kept it as such year round. Charlie wanted to know his secret as to how his hair was not completely fried yet. Black snake bite piercings framed his own plump rosy lips, matched with a septum piercing in his nose. Framing his face was also usually some few days of growth of facial hair that he kept trimmed and tight. One black stud rested on his right earlobe, which popped against his own alabaster skin. Victor’s usual attire was similar to Charlie as well, wearing a black hoodie and ripped jeans with some boots of some kind. Framing his naturally gray colored eyes, Victor also wore a pair of glasses on occasion if he wasn’t using his contacts.

Opting to wear more loose clothing that could be described as frumpy, Victor’s body was not one to overwrite. Prior to Charlie’s changes, Charlie was the skinnier one of the two, being more twink-like. Victor had a more toned body, as he preferred to do calisthenics as his main source of exercise. It was easier for him to accomplish wherever he went rather than a stable home base gym that most people opted for. After the work of the application, Charlie’s body was approaching the threshold of what Victor’s body looked like. Although, Victor’s was actually hard earned and worked for consistently instead of magically gifted. Victor’s voice was also quite deep, often doing an ASMR gig on the side of his main source of income. It first started off as a hobby, but he gained a pretty decent following doing such.

Having just finished blowing up the air mattress, the knocking of Charlie’s door alerted him that Victor was already here. Charlie offered to go drive and pick Victor up from the airport, but Victor denied the offer. The flight was delayed a bit and the airport was always a mess trying to get to. Wanting to spare his friend the headache, Victor offered to just uber to Charlie’s apartment complex and arrive whenever he did. Getting off the floor, Charlie ran to the door in a lounging black t-shirt and some loose gym-like shorts. Unlocking the door quickly, Charlie was greeted by his old friend in the flesh once more.

“Victor!” Charlie shouted excitedly, throwing himself into a hug in which Victor was ready to catch him in. The two were similar in height, with Victor being about an inch shorter than Charlie’s original height.

“Yo.” Victor’s deep voice resonated in Charlie’s ear.

“I’m glad the flight went well! Come in man!” Charlie ushered the man inside, Victor wheeled in his single suitcase with his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Nice place ya got here bro. Thanks for having me,” Victor grinned, taking his bag off.

“Thanks for coming. You have no idea what my coworkers and I have been going through. If it goes on for too much longer, things might get out of hand.” Charlie awkwardly laughed.

Victor glanced down at the gym shorts with the too-small inseam. Charlie’s tip of his cock head was poking out the left leg. Victor shook his head at the sight. “I can see that already. Might want to cover up a bit bro.” Charlie looked down and laughed, shaking his own head and punching Victor in the arm.

“Asshole,” Charlie retorted. “I’ll show you where you can put your things. I ordered food that’s on the way. Feel free to make yourself at home.”

“It’s so nice to finally be back in a stable spot for a bit. I love traveling, but it’s nice to wind down after a bit.” Victor was sitting beside Charlie on his bed, button mashing the controller he held in his hand.

Sitting with his legs crossed, Charlie was doing his best to keep up with Victor. Right now, Victor was ahead by four wins compared to Charlie’s two. “I feel ya. It’s hard to grab a hold of you. I appreciate you swinging by to help us out.”

“Haha another win for me!” Victor shouted, placing the controller next to Charlie. Falling on his back onto the pillows, Victor laid there enjoying a nice soft bed after so long. Hotel and motel rooms could never compare, no matter how well some of their hospitality may be. Charlie shuffled about next to him. “Yeah yeah, just wait for next time. I’ll beat you then and you’ll be begging for mercy.”

“You wish. It’s no big deal, you’re a good friend so it’s the least I can do.” Victor climbed back up onto his rump, his black sleeveless t-shirt and black gym shorts being his clothing of choice. Tying back his hair into a small little bun, his mint hair avoided blocking his gaze in comparison to the way Charlie sported his similar hair style. “I’m tired bro, I need sleep. What time do we start tomorrow anyways?”

“You’ll be opening with myself and Marcos. Tanner and Hwan will be in later, so you get to meet everybody. Just be warned, photos do nothing to prepare you for our actual, uh, bodies.” Charlie winced. Sure, most of the men looked normal enough, and would be if you had not met them prior to the application altering their lives gradually.

“Got it, so all of you might be sporting big dicks like yours?” Victor raised his eyebrow, looking at the exposed head of Charlie’s cock that had been sticking out of his shorts the entire time.

Charlie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hold back his proud grin. “Jealous? I know you wish you were this big. It’s quite the attention grabber.” Charlie rolled up part of his shorts to expose more of his cock’s length.

Victor continued to gaze at its large size. Seeing his bros cock this close and Charlie’s forward attitude was kind of hot. Victor didn’t have any trouble landing men or women along his travels as a freelancer. Sure, he could be described as your not so typical beach babe or gym rat jock, but he still had an allure to him. Sitting more on the alt-boy spectrum, his dyed hair and piercings attracted men and women that looked similar to himself. With that being said, Victor did not necessarily have a type he preferred. Whether a woman was fully tatted out, slim or thick, big bust or small, whether a man be chubby or built, slim or short, he didn’t care. Victor preferred a more emotional connection alongside great sex for the most part. Traveling around for his job left him unable to hold any consistent relationships, but he did have an index of fuck buddies he could pull from wherever he went.

After viewing the photos of some of Charlie’s coworkers, Victor may have had an ulterior agenda in mind. Sure, the stability with a place to stay and job for a bit was nice, and he got to hang out with his bro, but the men in the photographs were something that called to Victor. Yes, maybe Victor was going through a dry spell lately, and yes maybe he was thinking with his other head right now, but he wanted a piece of that action. Especially since Charlie had gossiped about having a taboo relationship with his boss, and that the other pair that worked with the two also seemed to be a thing going on. Victor’s presence was bound to shake things up as he worked out how to help the four men bound to this reality-altering application. That was another part to the ulterior motive that drew Victor into wanting to take the job from Marcos and Charlie.

At first, Victor did not necessarily believe the tale that Charlie was spinning as he told him over discord, but he was sure entertained. Believing this was some sort of roleplay the two were enacting out, Victor obliged and kept the conversations going. It wasn’t until Charlie sent over the before and after photographs of himself, his boss, and one of his coworkers that Victor actually seemed to believe his bro. Being a fan of horror films and the occult, Victor did like everything spooky. From scary stories and movies, documentaries, and podcasts, ranging from evidence of ghosts and the practicing tarot cards in his free time, Victor wasn’t exactly a non-believer in things that would be deemed strange. A reality-altering app on a kiosk that was changing his bros body and his coworkers though? That one was a bit of a stretch, but with modern-day technology and AI going around, Victor supposed things were not fully out of the question.

Seeing the large cock before him, Victor had no doubt that things may be a bit more complicated than they were. Sure, he had seen his bro naked before after they hung out in a hotel room at a convention they had visited. Charlie was a bit above average before when Victor had checked him out, but the python before him was definitely not the same as it had been back then. Even when Charlie had greeted him at the door, he was even taller than before, surely not by too much, but it was still noticeable. Every time that kiosk was used, it would gradually make not only his bro bigger, but all his coworkers. It wouldn’t be long before things got more complicated than they already were, minus the relationships going on between his coworkers.

“You know I have no problems with my own dick. Some people don’t need to be that big to get laid, bro.” Betraying his own words, Victor continued to ogle the big dick. Surely, it would be enticing to anybody. Who wouldn’t think so? His bro had to have one of the largest cocks he had seen, especially it being an outlier in the size spectrum. Victor wondered how heavy it would feel in his lands, let alone on his own body.

“Yeah yeah, you’ve made that plenty clear from your body count. Still though, I can see you can’t keep your eyes off of it man. Maybe you could reward yourself with an inch or two as a good job well done after you fix our problem.” Charlie winked saucily, trying to entice his buddy into joining his coworkers. Was that counteractive to why Victor was brought on board? Yes. Would it be fun? Definitely.

“I’m fine with my classic seven inches. I’ve never had any complaints. You’re right though, you’re a monster bro. I’m intrigued to meet your coworkers and see them with my own eyes.” Victor thought about reaching out to feel his best bros dick, but refrained. Removing himself off Charlie’s bed, he shucked his shirt off. Charlie was enamored with his bros body, you could never tell how muscular and tone Victor was with all his loose and baggy clothing he preferred to wear. Those calisthenics that Victor was keen on doing daily really helped add to his attractiveness. Any man or woman would swoon at the sight of him once he ditched the shirt. Jumping onto his air mattress that Charlie had set up in advance, the mattress bobbed side to side before it laid stagnant.

“Get a good night’s sleep bro. You can borrow some of my clothes in the morning.” Charlie reached for his little remote that toggled the lights off, surrounding both men in darkness.

Boots clacking against the pavement, Charlie had more of a spring in his step in comparison to his companion that trudged behind him. Having more experience being up at such an ungodly hour, Charlie had learned how to trick his internal clock into being spryer. Victor on the other hand was regretting picking up this job, which started the moment the alarm clock began to ring obnoxiously in his ears a mere hour ago. Borrowing some of Charlie’s clothes, the items fit like a glove, both men were relatively the same size. In Victor’s case, the polo actually looked better on himself as his toned and defined muscles were being outlined by the shirt clinging onto his frame. Charlie, being slimmer with less muscle mass, still had some nice outlines, but nothing like Victor.

Waiting at the door for the two was Marcos, who was jolly as ever. In his right hand, his trusty key to unlock the door, and in his left, a white bag with the logo of a nearby donut shop. Getting an early head start, he grabbed some sustenance for the boys and himself. “You must be Victor! Welcome!” Marcos approached the taller man and gave him an immediate bear hug. Pushing into Victor’s slim frame was Marcos’s large belly, their chests unable to reach because of the gut between them. Victor could feel his cock waking up before the rest of him, ogling the boss that Charlie had seemed to pursue, and he could see why. Unlike the other two men, Marcos was wearing a gray button-up that had a few buttons undone, showing off the creeping hair from his large thick square-shaped pecs. His belly bulged against the lower portion of the shirt, his waist a bit thicker. Thick thighs were crammed into the too-tight pants, the belt was putting in some overtime to keep the man contained.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, sir. Thanks for taking me on,” Victor greeted the man.

“It’s all my pleasure, really.” Marcos let go of the man and turned around to unlock the door. Victor’s initial impression was correct about the pants being crammed. Two large cheeks were absolutely filling any ounce of space inside of the struggling fabric. Both cheeks needed a label stating “Wide Load” as they spilled to the sides, his crack was leaving an imprint from behind. Victor’s cock was definitely awake by now, blood flowing into the shaft, chubbing up inside of his borrowed pants. Charlie was smirking deviously as he watched his bro’s reaction to seeing his boss. As Marcos continued to chit-chat with both men, Charlie responded for himself and for Victor, as Victor was too busy to mumble any full sentences. Glued to the wide ass, Victor’s attention was spent, and would not be leaving. Both cheeks jiggled as Marcos struggled to get the door open, bouncing in the confined cloth, performing little jumps for both Charlie and Victor to admire.

“Got it! I swear this lock gets harder to open every day. I’ll need to call in a maintenance man soon. Welcome to our shop Victor! We got lockers over by the employee area, Charlie will show you to them while I go into the office real quick. Entering the building, the men trickled off into their own directions as they put down their belongings to get ready to start prepping the store.

Following Charlie’s lead, Victor adjusted the chubby morning wood in his pants to make sure it wasn’t too obvious he was boning at his bro’s situation. “Isn’t he sexy?” Charlie interrupted Victor as he was settling in, placing his bag in an open locker.

“You were right, photographs did not do him any justice. Why didn’t you warn me he has such a fat ass? I don’t mean to cross any boundaries between you both, but damn!” Victor was still in awe that his bro was landing a guy like that!

“Just wait until you meet Tanner. Let’s just say the kiosk has made him a lot curvier than our boss. I wanted to watch your reaction in person when he comes in later.” Mischievously, Charlie grinned, he knew his bro was going to have a cow the moment he received the opportunity to meet Tanner later today.

Walking back to the lobby of the store, both men found Marcos restocking a few utensils that Hwan and Tanner forgot to do last night. “Ready for a great morning?” Marcos asked, cheerily.

“Yes sir,” both men responded.

“Perfect. Charlie, you know the routine by now, so feel free to get started. As for you Victor, let me show you the cause of your visit.” Charlie left the two men and headed to the back of the house area to get started on the usual items. Victor followed behind the wide ass as Marcos showed Victor the kiosk that was recently installed to assist with receiving more gratuity for the “boys” as Marcos liked to call his employees. While reviewing with Victor on how he had found the app and how it worked, Victor was half-paying attention as he stared at the hairy chest just begging for attention. Marcos’s looks were nothing to scoff at either, strong masculine features, sexy scruff, thick hair, the man was beautiful. Who knew this small town had such a reservoir of hot men. Victor wished he had been here sooner to swing up a fuck buddy or two earlier from around here. Realizing he was paying more attention to the man’s body than the actual task at hand, Victor shook his head to focus.

“Got it, so after creating a profile you guys were able to specify what “funds” you wished to pertain to yourselves. After that, you realized that not only was the application performing the function it was intended to do, tipping, but began to affect your bodies at the same time in different ways. That’s the gist, right?” Victor scratched his own stubble coming in, looking at the screen before him.

“Pretty much. That and I could find no trace of the download link or app history anywhere. We even tried to reach out to the number provided on the app and it is a dead end. We’re hoping you can find a solution, any solution to be honest.” Marcos looked over to Charlie who was walking back and forth with different items before returning his gaze to Victor. “But if you ask me, I am not too upset with some of the changes that have happened.” The jolly man chuckled and winked. Victor got the hint.

“Let me tell you something sir, and I don’t intend to be crass but, I’ve known my bro for a bit and I have seen what has changed about him. I can see why you aren’t upset with that change in particular.” Victor grinned, both men bonding over the large cock that Charlie was smuggling in his pants as they spoke.

“Very well, I’m not surprised you had a glimpse of it. It’s a bit difficult to hide, and let me tell you something, it’s been in good hands. If I need help with it, I can definitely enlist your services further.” Marcos winked, being quite obvious at what he was actually implying to his latest employee.

“Consider it done sir. I think I’m going to fit in very well here for the time being.” Victor saluted the man and Marcos strutted off, on his way to attend to business as usual.

Taking a deep dive into the app, Victor made note of the key points that both Charlie and Marcos had mentioned to him prior. Four animals were the main attention grabbers, which he discovered to correlate as the profiles for the four men who were working at the shop. Each one bound to the profile in a way that was more supernatural or magical than what would be considered normal. Clicking on his bros tab, he made note of the funds that were displayed. Only four of the funds were toggled on his buddy’s profile in comparison to the nine options that were available to be used. Switching over from profile to profile, he witnessed the same thing, just four of the funds per man that was available to be accessed. Going into the setting option, he went over the different settings and tabs to see if there was any way to access a closure of the app as a step one. Not a chance, just as his buddy mentioned. It didn’t take long for Victor to find the useless number supplied on the screen which, as his new boss mentioned, was indeed a dead end.

Going back to the locker room to retrieve his laptop, Victor was determined to link both the application and his laptop. Perhaps he could perform a deeper dive with the tools he had access to from his laptop on the app that he would not normally be able to do. Catching his attention underneath the kiosk, he noticed that it was not plugged in, but still functioning perfectly. Definitely creepy. Even as he worked on investigating the different tabs, the options that would not let him pursue investigation would cause static to scribble itself across the screen with sudden blip noises. There was clearly an error with the application in the source code, but why was it affecting the bodies of people in reality?

Having an idea, he rummaged through his bag that he brought along from the locker and grabbed a connector. Underneath the screen on the kiosk, Victor noticed a port that he could access, so he hoped he could link the app from the kiosk onto his laptop. Attaching both ends of the connector into the port of the kiosk and to his laptop, he hoped he could download the application in some form, or even capture a slight bit of coding so he could go off of that. His specialty was being able to fill in missing code to form the entire string.

Sitting on the floor with his supplies, Victor continued to work, unaware of his surroundings as he was locked into his focus. Charlie and Marcos continued to prep the shop and before they knew it, the sun had risen and it was time for business. Charlie crouched to see what his buddy was doing on the laptop, but was blinded by a black screen with a bunch of letters, symbols, and numbers. Headphones on his ears, Victor was oblivious to his buddy right behind him, watching him type away as he did his work. Charlie had no idea how to code in the slightest, and didn’t know what he was witnessing, but his buddy seemed to be working hard.

Lightly tapping the back of his buddy to not startle him, Charlie tried to grab his attention. Pulling off his headphones and giving his eyes a break from the laptop, he turned to see the sun and rose. “Hey bro, we’re open. You might want to take a break, you’ve been at it for hours. I made you a cup of coffee just the way you like it.” Charlie wagged the cup in front of his buddy, the sweet aroma wafting toward Victor. Caffeine was calling to him, he needed it in his body! Swiftly pulling himself onto his feet, he placed his laptop on the counter and chugged the succulent nectar out of the cup in less than a minute. Charlie was scared yet impressed at how fast his buddy was able to guzzle the liquid, considering it was still pretty hot!

“There’s a near-endless supply here man! Take your time with it! No need to act like you’re dehydrated.” Charlie took the empty cup from Victor’s hand and walked it over to the recycling bin.

“Thank ya bro. I already lost track of time. I’m just letting some of the data port over onto my laptop for the time being, I think I made a breakthrough in rebuilding part of its source code. From there, I might be able to just let it rebuild itself with one of my special tools I’ve developed recently. It’ll be a piece of cake,” Victor explained with a bit of pride in his voice, looking over at Marcos’s ass as he sauntered over to deliver a cup to a guest who had ordered to go.

“Hwan and Tanner will be in soon, I think you’ll like them. Just go take your break in our break room and relax for a bit, Marcos and I will watch your laptop.” Charlie patted Victor’s shoulder as pointed toward the direction of the break area. Victor didn’t fight it, and walked on about to the room. Putting his head down onto the table, he closed his eyes for a bit, trying to catch up on some sleep as he didn’t receive enough last night. Seeming to doze off a bit longer than he had anticipated, he jumped as the metallic sound of the locker snapped shut.

Whizzing his head around, his mint green hair caught the attention of the two men that were standing in front of him. One was incredibly tall, one you would see on the sports channel that broadcasts basketball. Not only that, he was incredibly handsome! The other man was much shorter than the man next to him, but was eye-catching in his own right. Clearly, he was a gym rat but what really caught the attention of Victor was the outrageous proportions he was sporting. Sure, the taller man’s polo clung to his easily viewable muscular frame, and the bulge in his pants seemed to match the largess of him all. However, the smaller man wore a different set of clothes that did little to nothing to encompass the jutting peaks off his chest.

“So you’re the new guy, right?” the blond himbo asked, the chest bouncing as he shuffled closer to the mint-green-haired man who was still sitting down at the table.

Mustering out a greeting, Victor’s attention was still on the two large peaks that grew closer and closer. Approaching his seated self, the giant tit-like pecs hovered above his face. “My eyes are up here!” The man spoke with an air of sassiness.

“You’re blocking his eyes, Tits McGee,” the taller man spoke up, approaching the other two men. Reaching his hand out, he greeted the mint-haired man. “My name is Hwan. You’re Charlie’s friend who is here to assist us, correct?”

“Yes I am. Nice to meet you both. If you’re Hwan, I’m assuming you’re Tanner?” Victor inquired, his vision still blocked by the giant chest above him. He was only able to gaze up at Hwan since he was much taller than the two tits.

“Bingo.” Dropping his chest forward, his giant sacs of flesh that were barely clothed rubbed against Victor’s stubble, the perky nipples making an impression on the cloth. Poking his chin, one of the nipples was already quite hard. Victor was able to look upon the man that the chest belonged to a bit more clearly.

“Stop teasing the new guy already. Can’t you go without being a flirt for five minutes?” Hwan sighed, pulling the bag off of his shoulder, he began to search for something.

“I’m not complaining. Charlie only told me about you, but told me you would be interesting to see in person.” Victor scooched his chair out against the busty man, still being pinned up against the table with the tits poking his back.

“Typical nerd.” Tanner rolled his eyes. “He, and the other three, lack sympathy when it comes to me. He couldn’t even mention me to you!” Tanner scoffed, annoyed.

“‘I’m a nerd too, you know.” Victor’s deep voice reached Tanner’s ears, giving him a little shiver. Like Hwan, both men shared a similar pitch, and man did it make Tanner’s body tingle.

“Oh great, they’re multiplying. Hopefully you can be a bit more sympathetic. Especially after those three did this to me.” Tanner squeezed his tits in front of Victor, causing them to rise and then bounce back into place. Victor reached a hand out to feel the round, firm tits in front of him.

Patting one of his tits gently, Victor did his best to “sympathize”. “There there, I’m here now. Have the others been bullying you?” Victor spoke to Tanner like he was a child who was throwing a tantrum.

Pouting his lips, Tanner whined, “Yes, especially that one over there!” He pointed to Hwan who had finally found the item he was looking for. In his large hands was a wrap of some type that he put down onto the table.

“He complains a lot and likes to play the victim. You’ll get used to it.” Hwan patted Tanner’s shoulder. “But he is right, we are responsible for his large tits. The app gave him a bit extra in an area he was already gifted in.”

Removing his hand from Tanner’s tit, Tanner reached for the bottom of his shirt and did his best to pull it off himself. He was only successful until it reached the underboob where Hwan stepped forward to help pull the rest of the shirt off. Tanner’s fully naked torso out for display, the two large beach-ball-sized tits jiggled, nipples enticing Victor to just graze his teeth against. First his boss was sexy and stocky, his bro was hung like a horse, then this busty himbo and tall god arrived? This was one of the best jobs he had taken in a while, and boy was it going to be hard for all the wrong reasons!

“Tanner here is also a playboy. If he harasses you, just let me know.” Hwan pulled apart the wrap and began to start around Tanner’s back before handing it off to Tanner. Tanner wrapped the cloth against the front of his tits and handed it back to Hwan. They took turns in a solid routine to bind the large tits until they puffed up and looked like cleavage in a Renaissance corset. Definitely still huge, the size was still less than it had been a moment ago. Victor assumed this was one of the problems that was being alluded to by Charlie and Marcos in regards to some of the developments they were facing.

“Got it, just come grab you then. What if I want to play with this boy?” Victor grinned feral at the blond man, Tanner catching his drift and smiling.

“I like him already. Hwan, why can’t you be more like him?” Tanner sassed, looking at Hwan who seemed a bit annoyed at the comment Victor had made. If Tanner could keep this up, he’d use Hwan’s jealousy against him as revenge for his giant tits he was forced to receive. Toxic? Maybe. Finishing up the binding, Hwan pulled out the polo Tanner had chosen to wear today that they packed in advance. Assisting him once again, he was finally clothed and ready for work. His pants were a size upgrade in comparison to his old ones, which hung a bit loose in some areas but hugged his ass severely. Victor checked out the caboose almost immediately. Not as wide as his new boss’, but it was definitely bubbly and perky!

Finally having Tanner fully clothed and ready for work, all three men headed out together to the main lobby after punching in. Victor returned to his laptop to see that the coding had finally finished, and that he had been away for a bit more than half an hour. Tanner and Hwan greeted Charlie and Marcos and looked over to the board to see their positions they would be needed in today. Charlie walked over to see how Victor was doing. “Took a little nap did ya?”

“It was a necessity. Your two coworkers seem like an interesting duo.” Victor moved his eyes over to the two who were chatting.

“I’m upset I missed your reaction to them! Haha, anyways, now that you’ve seen some more of the extreme changes the application has done, what do you think?” Charlie put down one of the trays he was carrying.

“Definitely very impressive. I can see why you needed me to come in and help if that’s some of the more extreme changes. Not to mention they might get even bigger. I don’t think that would be a bad thing though…” Victor imagined what the two would look like, taller and bustier.

“Think with the head on your shoulders, not the one in your pants, we aren’t paying you to be horny right now.” Charlie rolled his eyes.

“The boss is paying you to be horny with the head in your pants, let me have some imaginary fun man,” Victor retorted, silencing Charlie who didn’t have a rebuttal to that. It was a solid remark, and super effective.

“Fine, you win this round. Just get back to work, I like having a big dick but don’t know if I’d like it if it were down to my ankles.” Charlie shivered at the thought of having an actual third leg.

Heeding his buddy’s advice, Victor got back to work on the laptop. Looking over the work that the tool he developed had done, it was starting to become a pretty solid base. Downloading the assets and resources, Victor had managed to recreate a miniature model of the app on his computer! Labeling it, he opened up the app and it was definitely on a smaller scale, and more simplified. Each of the four animals were still present and upon clicking them, he was able to see the profiles as if they were on the kiosk itself. Four funds per man, going over to the settings, all the toggleable items were still the same. Victor even went into the analytics tab to see how much gratuity revenue they had received in the past couple of weeks since the application was added. Not a bad turnout, but alongside it, Victor could view little graphs of the funds as well.

On the side of the graphs, there were little parameters that Victor was able to tap. Upon each profile, the funds parameters had different bars that had been dragged across. For example, on his buddies tab, the “P-Fund” bar was dragged further to the right than it was on Marcos’s and Tanners. Meanwhile, on Hwan’s, it was a little bit ahead. Same went for the “S-Fund” which was extended farther on only Marcos’s than it was for the other three men. Interesting. Remembering the notebook that Charlie had given him, he reviewed the different funds that Charlie had written down. Last night, he had mentioned to Victor that the group had tested out each fund to get an idea on what they all did. Reading them all, he saw: Ass, Balls, Chest, Height, Libido(?), Muscle, Penis, Stomach, and T(Hair?).

Very interesting Victor thought to himself. Nine different funds for nine different aspects of the human body. Odd it really was pertaining to the male form though, but he wasn’t complaining being that the men around him were looking quite sexy. Perched upon the counter, a guest beside himself was using the kiosk. On the laptop, he could see that the peacock was glowing and that one of the funds lit up once more, the “C-Fund”. It was a slight change, but Victor observed the bar on the fund next to the peacock slid ever so slowly a bit further out. In his head, a lightbulb went off. It seemed like he was able to view when one of the profiles was selected and watch the effects in real time! Maybe he could also combat the effects as they happened?

While still on the peacock’s profile, he touched the bar that had just moved. Using his mousepad, he ever so lightly dragged it backwards. Glancing over at Tanner who was near him, as he was at the register, he saw him shiver a bit. The cleavage that was popping out more than a woman in a corset seemed to deflate a small bit. There’s one solution. Looking back at the parameters, a notification popped up onto his screen, colors flashing. It read:

˜WARNING
˜Effects changed will be overwritten at the end of day, returning to the previous before any changes occurred.

What weird wording Victor thought to himself. Did that mean any changes at the end of the day would not stick? Or would any changes made stay for the time being, but return the profile back to the way it was before the effects were manually input. This would require some testing, but when and who. Perhaps he could ask each of the men if they had wanted to volunteer, or maybe he could be a bit sneaky. Thinking about himself, he wondered if he should use himself as the candidate to test any changes. In the back of his mind, he thought if this did work, he might not want to be the guinea pig, especially since he was not bound to the app like the other four men. Then, Victor remembered. After work Charlie had invited him to Marcos’s house as the man had a pool. Hwan and Tanner were allegedly also going. Perhaps if he tested it at the house he would get some answers. But bringing his laptop? That would cause some suspicion. Grabbing a different connector, he attempted to port the simplified model of the app on his laptop onto his phone.

Already in the mid-afternoon, Victor and Charlie had made their way back to Charlie’s apartment. Wrapping up the shift, Charlie waved goodbye to Hwan and Tanner, and gave Marcos a not-so-secret hug in the office before departing. Having finished their first opening shift together, Charlie was still pretty awake in comparison to his buddy who was trudging into the apartment. Victor was not a morning person, and all he wanted right now was an uninterrupted nap on his air mattress. Actually, the floor would do just fine, just anything that would give him some solitude.

“All right enjoy your nap time man, but we leave in a few hours to Marcos’s house. You’re coming along, no negotiations. It’s team bonding.” Charlie peeled off his polo, his alabaster skin exposed to the half-awake man beside him. Victor was too tired to take a peek at his bro’s body.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, If you’re forcing me to come along let me nap in peace.” Victor swished his hand at the other man and face-planted into the air mattress.

“Dude you can’t be comfortable in those clothes still. Strip out of them at least.” Charlie bent down toward his buddy and began to pull up his shirt. Greeted with a tired grunt, Victor wasn’t budging. Doing his best, Charlie continued to slide the shirt up and off his buddy’s body. A nice thick, muscular back greeted him as his eyes traced the muscular grooves. Moving toward his buddy’s arms, he slid them up his left bicep and then his right one. After some effort, the shirt sit around Victor’s neck like a coiled snake. Lifting his buddies head, Charlie pulled the shirt off. Victor continued to not be helpful in the slightest, just grunting and making noises as Charlie peeled the clothes off his body.

Pulling off his shoes next, and then his socks, Charlie moved onto his pants next. “Come on man, help me out here. At least undo your buttons.”

“No. Too much effort,” Victor mumbled.

Grabbing the waistband of his pants, Charlie forcefully began to pull down the stubborn pants. It was giving him more trouble than the shirt his buddy was wearing. Remembering these were his pants that he was loaning to his buddy, Charlie sighed and tried to remain a bit more careful. Sliding over to his buddies side, he flipped over Victor like a piece of meat on a spit. Victor’s toned pecs and chiseled abs shined like a star, a beautiful v-shape leading down into his groin. Arm placed behind his mint-green hair, a nice sexy bit of pit hair winked at Charlie. Gulping, Charlie couldn’t help but find a wee bit of attraction toward his buddy. Reaching down, he undid the buttons and began to pull down the jeans. Shimmying them down his body, Charlie freed his bro, leaving him in just some black boxer briefs, a nice package bulging in the front.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer bro.” Victor’s lips curled into a seductive smile, his tone oozed with a bit of lust.

“Shut up man! I wasn’t looking!” Charlie twisted his head away, acting as if he hadn’t been caught by his best bro checking out his body that he had stripped.

“Yeah yeah, that’s what they all say. I know you and your boss seem to be an item, but he wouldn’t mind if you have a little fun, right?” Victor’s words lured the gaze of Charlie once more, Charlie couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now.

“Just because we have not established some rules, doesn’t mean I want to do things with other people.” Charlie’s voice was wavering. He had to stay strong, he had to stay strong. The bulge in the black briefs bounced a big as Victor flexed his chubbing confined cock.

“You don’t sound like you are too sure about that. Come on bro, just think about this as helping a bro out. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a good lay, or any action. I’m pent up over here dude.” Victor began to slide the waistband down, exposing some trimmed black pubes. Gradually pulling down his briefs, the base of a pretty thick cock greeted Charlie’s eyes. Charlie could feel himself salivating, his own cock throbbing. He only had the chance to jack off once today so far, and his balls were absolutely loaded!

Victor has Charlie wrapped around his finger. His bro was a dog in heat, and he was throwing him a bone, almost quite literally. Charlie was many things, but hiding his own emotions and feelings was not one of his strongest abilities. Everybody had a flaw, and that was his. Being surrounded by sexy four men was going to be a problem for Victor, especially as the app’s he used were quite disappointing. Like anywhere, there were plenty of people around looking for hookups, but none were really doing it right now like his bro, and his coworkers to that extent. After meeting them all, they each had a magnetic allure, it was hard to describe. Victor was hardly picky in the past, but the four men were doing something to him.

Being in their presence for such little time already, it left Victor feeling tingles, and being away from all four of them at once was leaving him feeling empty. Charlie had mentioned previously the shop had an ongoing entourage that kept coming back as regulars. Maybe this was something not only Victor was feeling right now, but a phenomenon that was spreading? Even now, just lying next to his bro Charlie he felt his body growing electric. Charlie’s eyes were lost, glossed over with lust. The bulge in his bro’s pants was obscene, Victor clearly was enticing him more than he thought, Charlie’s words about not wanting to do things with other people were being betrayed by the way he was staring at Victor like a piece of meat.

“Charlie, I see the way you’re looking at me bro. Come on, just a little taste. It’ll be quick.” Victor’s words were coated in honey, giving Charlie permission.

Rubbing his cobra-length cock, Charlie was giving in to his urges quite fast. Part of him was doing his best to pull himself back, not wanting to betray his words and feelings he has toward Marcos. Thinking back, Marcos had made a few comments about maybe wanting a third party involved in sexy times. There was that one comment about maybe using a certain someone to drain Charlie even if he grew tired. Perhaps Marcos would not be opposed to Charlie having some fun. Watching closely, Victor had already fully exposed his throbbing above-average cock. It bobbed in the air before slapping against his flat stomach, the tip beginning to drool some pre-cum. If he was honest with Marcos, maybe things would be okay, right

Convincing himself, Charlie was ready to lock in and give his bro some of the best head he would ever receive. In return, he was going to use his bro to satiate his own throbbing cock and balls. “Fuck, you are needy. It’s manners to make sure the guest is being catered to in a host’s house, right?” Charlie smirked, wrestling his bro until he was on top. Pinning down his bro’s arms, Charlie began to dig his nose into his bro’s trimmed pubes.

Victor was taken aback at his bro’s quick moves, he surely was an expert at this more than Victor thought. Slightly changing in tone, Victor caught that Charlie was a bit more controlling, wanting to be in charge of this interaction. Who knew his bro was more on the dominant side! Victor was enjoying his bro sniffing his pubes, his bro’s hands pulling his cock away from his stomach that it was laying upon. Stroking the erect cock, Charlie was enjoying feeling the length of his bro’s dick. Sure, it wasn’t as big as his own, but it was plenty to play with for now. Every time he fastened his stroking, more pre-cum began to ooze out the slit. Victor lay there, smirking as he let his bro take control over his body, for the time being.

“Not so fast, I don’t want to cum too quickly. Enjoy the moment bro.” Victor watched as his bro’s eyes looked up at his own. Rolling his eyes, Charlie began to tongue his bro’s cock, using his usual technique he had picked up along the way from his previous sexual encounters. Lapping around the head, Charlie was trying to gauge which part of his bro’s cock was the most sensitive. Light little noises of huff’s emitted from his bro, clearly he was enjoying this, but Charlie wanted to find the right spot. Moving his tongue over to his slit, he began to dart his tongue a little bit into the slit as best as he could as he continued to use his hands on the rest of the shaft, Still no critical response yet from his bro, but the pre-cum rewarding Charlie tasted quite intoxicating.

Removing his tongue for the time being, Charlie focused his efforts into stroking the entire length of the thick cock. Just barely was Charlie able to even fully close his hand around the thick cock. He was sure most of Victor’s body count found his bro’s girth to be quite a struggle if he didn’t help open them up in advance with some foreplay. Upon his exploration of his bro’s cock with his hand, Charlie noted the middle of his bro’s cock was thicker than the base, leaving for a sexy shape. By now, Victor had his arms behind his back as Charlie had given up on pinning his bro down, wanting to find out what Victor needed to go wild. Using his other free hand, Charlie began to cop a feel of his bro’s balls, which were honestly pretty large in their own right. Definitely not as big as Charlie’s currently, but would be bigger than his previous size. Victor took a deep breath, then exhaled. This was new.

Continuing to advance his hypothesis, Charlie continued to twiddle the two large balls between his fingers. Switching it up, he began to heave them up and down with the palm of his hand. Victor’s body began to move around a bit, still under the control of Charlie leading the way. Victor knew Charlie had found the thing that drove him wild. Not many of his lay’s liked to play with his big balls, but the ones that did, Victor kept at the top of his list. Victor had discovered that his big balls had been sensitive the moment they grew to their size during puberty. In one of his first sexual encounters, when his partner began to play with his big balls while giving him fellatio, he knew he had a weakness. Both balls inside of his sac began to jump a little, responding to the good job that Charlie was doing. Charlie could tell this is where he needed to focus the most in order to get his bro to bust.

Without a warning, Charlie exchanged his hands with his mouth, sucking on the left ball, the entire small orb inside of his mouth. Bouncing the ball within his mouth with his tongue, he began to lap on the sac as he let the right ball sit on his face. Victor’s body began to move on his own, twitching, his pecs flexing involuntarily. Victor did his best to continue letting his bro take the lead, but he wanted in on the fun. Laying dormant for too long, Victor finally decided to speak up. “Keep sucking on my big ball’s bro, you’re going to make them swell with cum.”

Charlie continued to suck on the balls one by one, at one point, even trying to put both in his mouth. However, due to their size, that feat was not possible as they were too large. Letting the one his mouth fall out with a plop Charlie pushed his bro back down. “You’re getting a bit too eager bro.”

“Says the one who couldn’t get enough of my big balls in their mouth. I still haven’t cum yet, you’re slacking.” Victor’s voice was gruff, imitating a tone of annoyance to get a rise out of his bro.

“I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.” Charlie’s eyes furrowed, he wiped some saliva off the side of his mouth leftover from coddling the balls on his tongue. Stripping entirely, Charlie’s own monster cock was now fully exposed, bobbing in front of his bro. All 10 ¼ inches of it in front of his barely shorter buddy. Charlie’s own balls were now larger than his bro’s. Pulling Victor up off his back again. Charlie positioned his bro and himself until their balls were next to each other. Whereas Victor’s balls were above-average and clearly the size of a smaller decorative glass ball, Charlie’s were the size of oranges in his sac. Being in a state of horniness, his balls were beginning to swell in size within the sac, doing their best to match the enticing size of his double-digit cock.

“I’ve got the bigger set here bro, I think it’s time you worship mine.” Charlie’s voice oozing in an intoxicating tone of command, it was music to Victor’s ears.

“But I haven’t cum yet, why should I?” Victor was poking the bear, wanting to fight his bro for control. This was his mistake.

Without a notice, Charlie had grabbed onto Victor’s balls tightly, the orbs bouncing in their sac as a strain of pain and pleasure shot to the rest of his cock. Victor let out a loud gasp, his body wincing but his cock shooting out another glob of pre-cum. Holding onto his bro’s sac tightly, Charlie watched as his bro was beginning to submit to him. Squeezing his hand, the large balls of his bro were squished together, his bro letting out a deep groan. Victor’s cock began to twitch a bit at the torture his bro was putting him through.

“Your body shows you’re enjoying this aren’t you bro? You like getting your balls teased and tortured?” Charlie’s expression oozed confidence, his hand still squeezing onto Victor’s sac, balls being held hostage. Charlie continued to keep his grasp on his bro’s testicles as he sat on his bro’s flat stomach. Charlie’s own giant cock was pointing directly at his bro’s mouth. It was an awkward position with his arm and hand stretched out, but Charlie was trying to drive home the point of who was in charge.

Foreskin peels back like a hood, the snake-like cock was calling to Victor. There it was again, that magnetic feeling that was pulling him closer to his bro like never before. This feeling was not one he had experienced in the past when the two gamed or met up outside of online. Whatever that app had been doing to Charlie and his coworkers was clearly affecting their aura, their pull. Victor’s head began to move on what felt like its own, his lips grazing the head of Charlie’s cock. Testing the waters almost, Victor began to grow more comfortable with the cock head in front of him, seeing if it was going to bite. Being such a near impossibly large size, Victor was impressed but slightly afraid. In the back of his head, Victor was glad his bro wasn’t about to stick that monster in his ass.

Giving in, Victor opened up as wide as he could, taking the cock head and a few inches of Charlie’s member into his mouth. Charlie’s body began to shiver, his heavy balls bouncing on Victor’s chest. He could feel Charlie’s own grip around his balls waver just a bit as he took some of his length into his warm mouth. Like a greedy woodchuck, Victor began to swallow inch after inch of the cock into his throat before pulling his lips off the monster cock. Charlie’s hips began to thrust back and forth whenever Victor held the cock with his mouth. “I need you to go deeper bro, show me you deserve to satisfy this big dick of mine bro.”

Charlie’s shaggy hair was gluing itself to his forehead, his own naked body dripping his sweat. Musk from both men began to fill the room as Charlie’s cock tested how deep it could drive itself into Victor’s throat. Every time he pistoned his cock out of his bro’s mouth entirely, some pre-cum would escape and paint itself onto Victor’s lips, alongside the side of his mouth. Inside of Victor’s mouth however, the snake-like length of Charlie cock was exploring how deep it could travel down Victor’s throat. In this position, he was only taking a little above half of Charlie’s cock. Victor’s throat tightening down on Charlie’s cock was heavenly, the moments fleeting as they were, were still driving Charlie wild. Relinquishing his grip on his bro’s balls, Charlie decided to reward his bro by stroking the shaft of his cock.

Needing more of his bro’s throat, Charlie had an idea. Sliding his cock out of Victor’s mouth, a sad little pop left Victor a moment to catch his breath. His bro was relentless! Charlie let go of Victor’s cock, and stood up. Victor remained on his back as his bro walked on the side of the air mattress to get into position. It didn’t take long for Victor to put together what Charlie was going to want to try doing. Planting his knees front-facing by his bro’s head. Charlie bent his body forward, his cock head touching the tip of Victor’s lips. Charlie’s body stretched itself out until his own lips were in front of Victor’s cock. Completing the formation of their 69 poses, both men eagerly got to work. Charlie masterfully swallowed Victor’s cock, his hands returning back to the balls to torture.

As Victor struggled with his bro’s cock sliding itself deeper into his mouth, his body was going into overdrive as Charlie roughly harassed his sac. Pistoning his cock in and out, faster, deeper, Charlie was squeezing more of his cock’s length into Victor’s throat than he was able to before. Breathing through his nose, Victor was trying to focus his breathing as his mouth was being assaulted by one of the largest cocks he had ever had the chance to perform fellatio on. Gug gug gug was the only sound that was able to come out of Victor’s mouth, pre-cum sloppily coating his lips and his throat like a lube to allow for Charlie to continue his throat-fucking. Victor’s face had grown more pink in color as he was taking Charlie’s cock down his throat for what felt like a longer time than it was. His throat tightening as Charlie’s cock managed to slither its full length down his throat, Charlie’s large heavy balls slapping against Victor’s face.

That was the moment that Victor needed to finally bust. Charlie kept the entire length of his cock down Victor’s throat, his heavy balls radiating not only heat, but a musk that was intoxicating to Victor. Squeezing down on Victor’s sac one last time, Victor’s dick began to explode shots of cum down Charlie’s throat. As Victor began to shoot ropes in Charlie’s throat, Charlie decided it was time to reward his bro tenfold. Shooting down Victor’s throat like a geyser, hot streams of sticky cum shot deep into Victor. Doing his best to breathe while also swallowing with such a large log inside of his throat, Victor was trying to show his bro he was capable of satisfying that monster. Two minutes passed by before Charlie was done unloading his seed deep into Victor. Army crawling backwards on his knees, Charlie returned to a position where he could more easily slide his cock out of Victor’s throat. Sliding out of his bro’s mouth, Charlie’s cock was covered in spit, saliva, and a coating of cum that dripped onto his bro’s face.

Victor was heaving for air, a mix of sweat, cum, spit, and other bodily fluids on his face, his body, and his own cock. Charlie fell onto his back next to Victor on the too-small air mattress. “At least the mattress held up right?” Charlie managed to speak, he himself was also out of breath.

Slamming the car door shut, Victor and Charlie held onto the bags they had brought with them, alongside the food the two had bought on the way over for the little get-together Marcos was holding. Only a few hours ago both men were supposed to take a nap after their shifts but instead got too distracted in using one another to get off. Well, it was more so Charlie who used Victor to get off as Victor’s plan went out the window when Charlie had taken over. Needless to say, both men were still pretty tired from not getting too much rest.

The post-nut clarity in Victor’s case was a lot better in comparison to Charlie’s. Charlie had only gotten off two times today so far, and still felt like he needed to get off some more. Exchanging their work polos and loungewear out for some casual wear, both men looked the part for this little pool party. Victor decided to wear some black gym shorts and an open button up shirt, showing off his hard-earned body. Charlie, in his usual style, wore a loose-fitting t-shirt with print on it, with some baggy pants and flip-flops. Victor tried to get him to wear some shorts as well, but the bulge was too obscene if a neighbor were to spot and chat with Charlie in the short time it took to get to the door. Better safe than sorry.

Approaching the door, Charlie admired the cute shape of the house. Sure, the abode was nothing too large or grand, but it was quaint. On the end of a cul-de-sac, the house had a nice little driveway that fit both Marcos’s car and Charlie’s that had just pulled up. In front near the mailbox, there was still enough room for Hwan and Tanner for when they were to arrive at the little gathering. Knocking on the door, both men waited as they each heard footsteps approaching. With a little click, the doorknob turned, and the door opened up, both men greeted by their boss Marcos who was shirtless in just a pair of swim trunks.

“Glad to see you two boys made it! Come in come in, you can set that stuff down in the kitchen. Need something to drink?” Marcos ushered both men inside, leading them to the kitchen. Like always, Charlie and Victor stared at the wide-ass being covered in flower-print trunks as it led the way to the kitchen. Resting atop the kitchen counter was a bunch of different food, some dips, some chips, some cookies and pastries, alongside a fruit tray and charcuterie board. Both men’s stomachs growled as they hadn’t had any time to eat before arriving, wanting to dig in as soon as possible!

Seeing the look on both men’s eyes, Marcos piped up, “Make sure you two do not get too full, I’m still making burgers and hot dogs. I can’t have you guys too full to eat the main course!” Marcos let out a hearty chuckle, his paunchy belly jiggling as he did so. Its bouncing was mesmerizing to the point that Charlie nearly dropped the goodies they had picked up along the way to Marcos’s house. Putting down their stuff on the bar stools around the kitchen counter, both men began to shuffle through their belongings to find their swimming attire they had brought along for the trip.

“The restroom is down the hall to the right if you guys need a spot to get changed. Right across from there is my bedroom, the other can get changed in there if you would like. I’ll be outside finishing skimming the pool.” Marcos pointed toward the direction of his bathroom and bedroom, both men semi-listening as they admired Marcos’s stocky body. Turning away from both men, Marcos pulled up his trunks as they were slipping. Walking over to the patio door, he slid it open to step outside. Charlie and Victor grabbed their swimming attire from their bags and headed to both locations respectively. Changing quickly, both men forgo their briefs and underwear and their shirts in exchange for bare naked torsos and some sexy swimwear. Charlie and Victor both wore some trunks, with Charlie wearing some actual men’s swim trunks like Marcos, while Victor decided to wear some jammers.

Taking turns putting sunblock on one another, they each made sure to cover every bit of exposed flesh. Charlie was prone to sunburns a lot easier than Victor, so Victor made sure to lather extra all over Charlie’s body. Gently massaging it into his pecs, every little groove of Charlie’s emerging four-pack, and of course, his long arms. Turning his bro around, Victor made sure he rubbed it into his cheeks, on his forehead, nose, tips of his ears, and even the back of his neck. Charlie returned the favor lathering up his best bro, feeling the firm muscles and lean muscles that Victor kept nice and healthy. Finishing up their little regime in the bathroom, both men took to the kitchen counter where they took the opportunity to munch on a few pieces of fruit and cheese from the charcuterie board. Taking a bowl with them, they loaded up on some of the goodies before heading outside onto Marcos’s patio.

“What did I say about getting too overloaded on food boys?” Marcos sighed, knowing it was inevitable the two men were not going to heed his advice. He had a grill brush in hand, using the bristles to clean the top of the grill over any extra charcoal residue.

“It’s just a little.” Charlie spoke before popping another piece of pineapple into his mouth.

“I’ll make sure to eat an extra hot dog for him if he gets too full, boss.” Victor winked, clearly implying a second meaning.

“Calling me boss outside of work is weird. Just call me Marcos while you’re under my roof, and I’ll hold you to it.” Marcos winked back at the mint-green-haired man. Picking up on the double entendre, Marcos also used the chance to scope out Victor’s body. Whew, who knew that boy was hiding so much sexy muscle under his clothes! Marcos had the hint he was when the polo he wore earlier in the day was pretty tight, but his expectations were blown out of the water.

As he continued to keep cleaning the grill, he kept catching Victor glancing over in his direction. Marcos kept his eye contact limited, but decided to tease the boy a bit. Bending down to pick up the bag of charcoal, Marcos pushed his ass out, feeling the swim trunks grow tauter against his already large rump. Arching is back a little bit, he extended his ass a bit further out before picking up the bag of charcoal. Lifting up the bag, he bounced his ass in his tight trunks, feeling the fabric strain. He needed to reel it in or else he might actually blow out these trunks. Running his hand along the backside of the trunks, he felt that there were no damages as of now. Turning around to Victor, he smiled, trying to act all innocent. In his jammers, a chubby bulge started to strain out the front. Victor winked at his new boss before finding Charlie, sitting on a pool chair under an umbrella.

Charlie was lying on the chair, eyes closed as the nice warm breeze blew through the wind. Little ripples danced in the pool, as the wind chimes that Marcos had hung up around the patio sang softly. Victor made himself comfortable next to Charlie, sitting down in a pool chair beside him. Hidden in the towel he was holding, Victor had stashed his phone under the folds. Ready to investigate more of the app that he had downloaded onto his phone, Victor was ready to liven up the party when all the men had arrived. Hwan and Tanner were apparently going to be bringing an ice chest of different beverages, hopefully the two brought some alcohol to help loosen everyone up.

Relocating from the grill, Marcos grabbed onto the pool net he had left on the side of his diving board. Skimming through the water, he picked up any little loose leaves and insects that had gotten too close for a drink. “All right boys, the water should be good to go!” Dipping his toe quickly into the water to feel the temperature, he continued, “It’s nice and warm too. Feel free to get in when you’re ready!” Marcos grinned at the two men who were laying out on the pool chairs. In the distance, the doorbell could be heard. “I’ll go grab that real quick.” Marcos put down the net and slid the patio door open to enter the house. Not before long, the last two guests that were invited arrived. Hwan and Tanner had finished closing up the shop not too long before, and were a little groggy. In Tanner’s hand was one of the to-go cups they used for their guests, which Victor and Charlie assumed to have coffee he took home.

Hwan, like Victor, wore an open shirt, however his was too small and the bottom hem of the shirt stopped at his lowest set of abs. Covering his longer and hairier legs, Hwan wore some board shorts that ended a little bit above his knees. Tanner on the other hand was wearing the least amount of clothing than the rest of the men. Wearing no shirt, his large tits were exposed to the sun’s rays, bouncing as he took his step down from the sliding door and onto the floor. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anybody, but Tanner was wearing a speedo, which looked dangerously close to a thong. Both meaty cheeks were swallowing the back end of the speedo where instead of the fabric covering each cheek, the fabric was pulled tightly near the center of his crack. The front of his speedo was decently packed with a nice bulge, which led down to his thick muscular thighs that had widened recently to help accommodate the extra heft he carried around back.

If a neighbor were to peek over the fence, Tanner would be the one they would have the most questions about. Being the most out-of-proportion man at the party, Victor, Charlie, and Marcos had their attention on him. “Hope you don’t mind. I decided to wear something comfortable and not so constricting.” Tanner wore his grin smugly, doing a little spin for each of the men to ogle his assets.

“If your ass was any larger, no one would believe that was a speedo,” Hwan commented, eyeballing the overworked fabric doing its best to accommodate the man’s behind. Sliding one of his large fingers into the waistband of the speedo, Hwan pulled it out a bit like a rubber band before letting go. Slapping back against Tanner’s flesh, he let out a yelp before rubbing the spot, glaring back up at Hwan.

“Well now that we are all here, let’s enjoy the water! I’ll start barbequing in a little bit. Let’s enjoy the sunset!” Marcos led the group, heading onto the diving board, doing a few hops, and jumping into the water, fully submerging himself.

Hwan and Tanner found a spot to put down their things and began to walk to the stairs in the shallow end of the pool. Charlie slid out of his position to join the other men. Looking at his phone, Victor saw all four of the men’s icons were lit up. This was going to be a fun little get-together.

[Author’s Note: Welcome back everyone! Sorry for the delay! While you all waited, I was weaving together how I wanted this “Arc 2” of “Our Pleasure” to continue, and this chapter will be initiating the start of this second Arc! With that being said, this chapter will be smaller to help kick things into gear a bit as I get back into the characters and the upcoming plot. I understand if you may be disappointed with this chapter being shorter in comparison after waiting, but big things are in store!]

Wading in the water, the men were enjoying the out-of-work relaxation that they all so desperately needed over the last couple of days. Hwan stood in the deep end of Marcos’s pool, making it seem completely effortless while he chatted with Tanner. Much like a buoy while having difficulty in the deep end, Tanner was discovering his new problems with his newfound “flotation devices”. He was also quite bitter that Hwan had an easier time in the pool’s deep end due to his longer legs. Charlie continued to rest his eyes, keeping them shut while breathing soundly on his lounge chair, protected from the sun’s rays underneath the umbrella. Victor had slinked his way over toward the grill where Marcos was working on his grill “techniques” as he proudly labeled them, teaching Victor what he does to make his food have that little extra bit of “oomf”.

Over the last two or three weeks, how time flies! What once was a small and, reasonably, monotonous life working in the coffee shop was stirred by an unpredictable and unprecedented wrecking ball. None of the extremely hot men who worked there were prepared for the changes that would be introduced to their lives through the modifications to an application made to induce tipping culture. However, they were soon going to realize that sometimes, you cannot control what life gives you, and in this case, life gave this lot of men hulking muscles, large penises, sexy tits, bubbly asses and bulbous tummies.

Taking a glance at the men in the backyard, you could easily tell that these men were each unique in their own way of some kind. There was Hwan, the sexy Korean hunk who had miraculously grown to an astounding height. While the application had been in effect even after their hypotheses were tested in their “Growthapalooza”, some of our men’s attributes and assets continued to develop over time. For example, Hwan, through generous tipping, had broken the 7’0 marker and was now standing tall in the pool at 7’1. Crammed in his board shorts, his dong had continued to grow into a monstrous 11¾ when aroused. On top of that, he had grown hairier over time to match the rest of his colleagues.

Floating across from him (if that’s what you would even call the poor display) was the curvy jock Tanner. His blonde locks were still quaffed even after water had made contact, the envy of most women. In juxtaposition to Hwan next to him, Tanner was not as tall nor as hung. Through the app’s own work, Tanner had undergone his own transformation from a slutty jock into a sluttier jock. Growing round and thick bodacious tits, protruding off his upper body with large succulent areolas and nipples, begging to be played with and sucked. Jutting out from his back end were two almost equally round asscheeks, bubbly in nature and jiggly in movement. His stretched pink hole was being hugged by his thin jockstrap that did its best to conceal the sweet treat. Floating beside Hwan, Tanner was an entire foot shorter at 6’1, but still had a respectable above average boner at 7½ inches.

Slicked in SPF 50, Charlie was lathered in sunscreen to help protect his pale skin from the potential damage the sun rays could do to his frame. The lanky Australian twink turning twunk was hiding a big not-so-secret within his own jammers. Slithering to the left-side of his waistband, the fleshy python that called his crotch home continued to grow erect as he napped. Curling his toes, whatever Charlie was dreaming about surely had him going. Charlie’s largest transformation was granted to his penis, which had grown to an incredibly large 10¾. Only one inch behind Hwan, it however looked more impressive on his smaller frame which was still quite tall at a now 6’3 height. Both his height and his penis seemed to be the most affected by the gratuity granted by their patrons, alongside the most recent development of stubble that was no longer patchy like a pirate.

Inhaling the pungent scent of carbon residue from the burning charcoal, Marcos continued to monitor the meat cooking over the grill before him. While chatting with his newest employee, he still kept his attention firmly on the succulent meats in front of him. His belly growled in excitement at the food he was cooking. Next to him, he had a plate of snacks he had prepared in advance and was guzzling it all down. A tinge of hypocrisy considering he told his other guests not to eat too much, but here he was. Marcos’s appetite had continued to grow as his belly had from the work of the application. Growing rounder and fatter, his belly created quite the heft to his stocky frame, thick pecs sitting a bit above the belly with large biceps. Stuffed into his flower-printed trunks, an ass that deserved to carry a license plate labeled “Wide-Load” fought the constrictions. Standing shorter at 5’9 and with a smaller but girthy 6½ inch penis, Marcos was quite the compliment to his twink-lover Charlie.

Lastly, the latest addition to the group, was the friend to Charlie and assistance called in to help with the group’s problem. Victor remained chatting with Marcos as Marcos grilled, slightly looking down at him from his slightly taller height of 5’11. Inside his own swimwear, Victor was a bit bigger down there too at 7 inches, and held the award for “Most Normal Man” at the party. As long as the award didn’t discriminate against his mint green hair complimented by his dark black stubble, giving him an edgier look than all the men enjoying the backyard. Victor had begun to develop an ulterior motive, you could say, once he had begun to talk and meet all of his new coworkers for the time being. Charlie had warned him that the men had undergone some changes, but nothing was going to prepare him for how hot each man was in his own right.

Right now, he had been targeting both his friend Charlie and his newest boss, Marcos. I guess you could call Victor a bit of a man-whore, as his freelance work led him to many conquests internationally. Gender and sex of a person was not an issue to Victor, he liked what he liked, and took every single person he laid with on a trip of unforgettable pleasure. With his background in technology and being quite the mischievous individual, he did have a plan set in motion in discovering how the application worked. Many questions were left unanswered about where it came from, what could be done with the application, and whether it could be modified. Making some progress, Victor has managed to create a smaller replica on his phone, and was planning to test it out at the pool party. As for when that opportunity was going to be, he would need to lie in wait for his prey.

Assisting Marcos with the grilling, Victor has prepared the pans and plates to help relocate the food off the grill and into the house. Away from the flies, the men would be free to select what they decided to indulge in without needing to swat away unwanted pests. Making a few trips back and forth, Victor helped set up the food on the table next to the other pre-prepared snacks Marcos had been indulging in. After final preparations had been made, Marcos eyed the work and gave Victor a fist bump. Taking a step outside, Marcos called out the men:

“Come on boys! Food is ready! I didn’t slave away for you all to not eat!” Marcos shouted, gaining the attention of all the men. Victor was next to him, always munching on a hot dog.

“We’ll be right there!” Hwan shouted back. Hwan easily took a few strides toward the shallow-end of the pool and was ready to exit up the small steps, but stopped to look back. Tanner struggled to paddle back to the shallow end as quickly. Chuckling at the other man’s problems, Hwan took some quick strides back toward Tanner, water wading under his abs. Grabbing onto the sides of Tanner’s large chest-rafts. Hwan pulled the man quickly through the water and toward the steps. The lukewarm water rushing against his nipples at the speed Hwan pulled him made them quiver and harden, causing him to moan.

Jiggling up the stairs, the large tits and ass bobbed as Tanner’s body weight crashed against each other, and gravity. Continuously shaking, his chest finally stopped bobbing. Hwan had already finished drying off by the time Tanner had pulled himself back up onto shore. Toweling off the busty jock, Hwan rubbed the expanse of his chest, making sure to dry the tit-cleavage. Grabbing Tanner like a child, Hwan turned him around by the shoulders and began to dry off his large bubble butt. Taking his sweet time, Hwan made sure to thoroughly dry him off, getting underneath the large cheeks and reaching close to his taint. Tanner’s speedo straps were waning, so Hwan did his best to be gentle so his swimwear wouldn’t tear.

Charlie finally woke up from his nap when he felt a motion by his mouth. Still slightly dazed, he swatted the feeling of something touching his lips, and groaned. Lightly, he felt something once more graze the tips of his lips again. Fluttering his eyes open he saw his buddy Victor holding an object and laughing. Connecting the dots, Charlie realized that Victor was pressing a half-eaten hot dog wiener against his mouth. Now awake, Charlie pushed him away.

“Aw dude!” Charlie groaned.

Laughing at his own practical joke, Victor stopped to take another bite of the hot dog and swallowed it before speaking. “You deserved it. You weren’t coming after the first three times we called you dude. Plus, you seem to have a hot dog of your own peeking out bro,” Victor poked fun at the smuggled python that was fully engorged in the waistband, the head poking out.

Sighing, Charlie shoved his friend away and readjusted the head of his cock into the waistband to retain some sense of modesty and decency. He kept his back turned toward the patio door as he did so, to have some “self-respect”. Granted, it was hard for any of the men to have a keen sense of self-respect when you look at what they all either looked like or what they were all wearing. Once he was satisfied with the way his cock looked, still easily viewable in his jammers, he headed toward the patio door and entered the kitchen. Each of his colleagues already had a plate of food in one hand, except for Marcos, who had two. Creeping up behind his hunky lover, Charlie made sure to rub his bulging python against Marcos’ ass. Marcos was surprised while mid-chew.

With his mouth still slightly full, Marcos turned around to give his taller twunk a saucy wink. “Enjoy your nap, cutie?”

“Very much. Enjoying your food? I’m looking forward to having some?” Charlie leaned his head downward and rested it on Marcos’s shoulder. Marcos picked up a piece of his cheeseburger and led it to Charlie’s mouth, letting him take a bite. “Mmm, you sure do know how to grill. I can’t wait to try more of your cooking, big guy.” Marcos’s cock throbbed. He was loving when Charlie called him big guy, his belly gurgled in enjoyment too, not only at the food, but the praise.

Each of the men continued to chat and talk amongst themselves, laughing between bites of food and maybe some not-so-work-friendly conduct. Some grazes of the body here, and some touching of the body there, all the men were growing quite comfortable with each other. As they each continued to indulge and engorge on the food that Marcos had prepared, Victor decided to slip out of the room for just a moment for a quick little “bathroom” break. Slinking into the hallway and into the bathroom, Victor pulled out his phone and opened up his replica version of the application he had managed to formulate.

“Let’s see here, what can we do right now?”, he whispered to himself. Each of the four animals remained options in front of him, alongside countless possibilities. Was it morally wrong of him to test the unknown features and known features of the app on his friend and colleagues? Absolutely. Were a lot of questionable decisions made in the name of research in the past and present? Absolutely. Was Victor feeling horny? Definitely. Tapping on each of the four animals, Victor’s mind began to wander. Which of the four men deserved to be played with today. Weighing his options, should he go full out, or be a bit more tactful in his approach?

From his own observations made from mere moments ago, the four men were clearly enjoying one another’s company. Rubbing up on each other’s bodies, intoxicated from the guise of a good time and tasty food. From what Victor had tested, he could adjust the sliders a bit, but he remembered that one warning message he had received when he tested that slider on Tanner. If he recalled correctly, it said:

˜WARNING

˜Effects changed will be overwritten at the end of day, returning to the previous before any changes occurred.

Now what could that truly entail? It was a bit hard to pinpoint, as Tanner’s chest had only grown slightly larger when Victor had jostled that slider. No judgment to Tanner, but his chest was already quite huge, that slight difference was hard to make out. It was nearly impossible for Victor to know if the changes were permanent or if they had reverted back at the end of the day. Perhaps he needed to play with a bigger fish, and he had settled on just the man perfect for the job. Tapping on his animal of choice, he looked at the currently open sliders available for them. Prepared to move the slide of his choice, he remembered that Charlie mentioned the effects happening right away. It would look a little fishy if something happened while Victor was away, and even fishier considering that the store was closed.

If Victor was going to do this, he was going to need this to seem as seamless as possible. Preparing the slider that was opened, he kept the tab open on his phone. With a quick pretend flush and rinse of his hands, Victor was ready to go. Hiding his phone slightly, he returned to the men that were still having a jolly time. Marcos was still in the kitchen while the other three men had returned to the pool. This time, Charlie had joined both Hwan and Tanner in the water. Together, the three men were playing monkey in the middle, with Tanner of course, being the shortest one, being placed in the middle.

Marcos was cleaning up the kitchen, moving some of the paper plates into the trash can. Victor grinned smugly at how the fates seemed to line up perfectly for this moment. He could not have asked for a better scenario! With his back turned, Victor knew it was time. Bringing his phone into sight, he gently moved his thumb across the slider. In that moment, Marcos had dropped a utensil that clattered to the floor, startling Victor. His thumb slid a little bit farther than he had originally anticipated, and he knew it. His smug grin turned into a grimace quickly realizing what he had accidentally just done.

Removing him from his plan in that instant, an audible rip captured his attention. Victor’s ears led him toward where the tear was formed and was going to continue to form. As Marcos had bent downward to pick up the utensil, his hairy globes tore right through the flower-printed trunks. Tan hairy cheeks pushed through the cracks of the tear and made contact with the open air. “Oh my!” I knew these things wouldn’t last long—” Marcos was cut off as he felt an odd sensation stir in his behind. That warmth that radiated in his lower half that felt familiar to him struck his body, but he seemed to not really connect the dots. Both cheeks continued to swell and push against the trunks, straining the flowers into oblong shapes.

Small little rips and tears that started at different locations of the trunks continued to grow like cracks, reminiscent of a high point earthquake. Ravaged seams continued to form and connect as the back and sides of the trunks grew too small to contain the large tan ass that continued to swell. Standing back up to his feet, Marcos reached back to feel how large his ass had gotten, and how much heft was now back there like his stomach was up front. As he turned around to get a glimpse of his swollen ass, his eyes linked with Victor’s who was looking at the display in front of him. That wide ass continued to grow wider and fatter, jigglier and jerky. Marcos looked embarrassed as his new employee caught him in such a condition.

“Victor, sorry about the full moon there boy!” Trying to relieve the awkward situation, Marcos let out an awkward chuckle. Warmth still permeated around his ass. Taking a few steps to gaze out the patio door, Marcos saw that the three men were still occupied with their little game, Tanner’s arms flailing.

“If you don’t mind, can you help me out?” Marcos asked shyly, trying to keep his voice hushed as if not to alert the men who were by no means nearby.

“Uh sure boss. How can I help?” Victor gulped, that ass had hypnotic powers. If Tanner and Marcos were to team up together, no man would be able to resist, not even a straight man! Marcos waved his hand to Victor, gesturing to him to come closer.

“I know the boys aren’t near, but can you cover my rump while I head to my room? I need a new pair of trunks,” Marcos pleaded, Victor followed Marcos’s gaze to a used towel resting on the back end of a bar stool in front of the kitchen’s island. Moving into action, some totally not copywritten spy music played in Victor’s head, feeling like agent 006-9. Grabbing onto the yellow towel, he wrapped it around Marcos’s swelling ass. From Victor’s own vantage point, he could see the hairy ass continuing to grow even bigger, the entire backside of the previously formed-flower print trunks blown out. They couldn’t even be compared to assless chaps. After the trunks had torn toward the side, the remains of the fabric had fallen off Marcos lower body, exposing his nude form.

Victor couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he watched Marcos’s round ass bounce, barely covered by the too-small towel. If Victor were to describe it, it looked similar to Cinderella’s large bodice that stuck out, but Marcos’s assets were all real. With his newfound backend weight, Marcos moved a bit differently, adjusting to the extra mass. Victor trailed behind his boss quickly as they went down the hallway. “I didn’t realize my ass had gotten so big,” Marcos commented while they made their way into Marcos’s bedroom.

Shucking the towel off his lower end, Marcos turned around and thanked Victor for helping him out. Victor glanced down at the average sized soft cock, but was impressed by the girth on it. “Yeah, if you don’t mind me being honest here, boss, those trunks were compressing your large asset the entire day so far. They already had tears in it…” Victor’s tongue whipped up the lie without even needing to think. Victor loved his silver tongue.

“They did? I thought they didn’t look too tight when I purchased them from the store the other day. Next time I’ll ask the clerk for a second opinion,” Marcos sighed.

“Or you can bring Charlie or myself. We’ll be honest with you.” Victor winked at his boss, Marcos caught that seductive look in Victor’s eyes. Slowly, a smile made its way along Marcos’s lips. “Ya don’t say? I guess I’ll have to take that into consideration. For now though, how about I take you up on that offer?” Marcos on purpose flexed his giant ass-globes as he made way to a drawer. Tanner still had the largest ass compared to all the men present, but Marcos would surely catch up if he continued to eat the way he did.

Digging around in the brown drawer, Marcos made quite the lewd display of his large cheeks spread open as he bent downward. It just so happened that his trunks were kept in the bottom drawer. As he bent down and shifted his weight from foot to foot, his left and right cheek bounced. That scruffy hair that covered the tan ass only added to the sexiness that made Marcos the DILF that he was. Victor remained perched on the edge of Marcos’s bed, watching the older man rummage around. Winking at him a couple times, was Marcos’s lightly brown hole, covered in a slight ring of hair. Victor licked his lips as the hole winked at him several times. It was calling to him. Damn he was envious of Charlie so much right now!

“Here’s a pair I got as a gag gift one year for my birthday. Maybe now they’ll actually fit!” Marcos chuckled as the print on this pair was a bunch of orange peaches with eyes that were winking. How ironic. Sliding one of his thicker thighs into each open slot of his leg at a time, his thighs jiggled with a nice layer of fat and muscle. Pulling them up and up, Marcos had to jump a few times to pull them up. Even though the trunks were intended to be a gag gift, they were actually proving to have some usage. To clarify, that is “some” usage.

Although the trunks were comically large, or at one point in time seemed to be comically large, they were not large enough to cover the giant swollen ass. At some point while Victor and Marcos were distracted looking at or for certain “objects”, the heat left Marcos’s behind. In front, Marcos was able to cover up his girthy cock, but part of his pubes were exposed. This was due to the fact that the trunks could only go up half of his large, furry bubble butt. Half of his large ass was still exposed, but they were just going to have to roll with the obscene display. Besides, this was technically Marcos’s house. His house, his rules. Marcos asked Victor how he looked, in which Victor replied, “Absolutely beefy.”

Approaching the DILF, Victor tried to help him out by pulling up more of the clothing onto his butt, but it wouldn’t budge. Tracing the top of where the large mounds started, Marcos felt his cock throb again. “You and Charlie are much alike Victor. I see you are going to fit in just fine,” Marcos whispered.

“I can definitely say I can fit in just fine. You just tell me when you want me too. I can talk to Charlie to see if we can get something going…” Victor’s words trailed off as he could hear the patio door slam open. Both men stopped talking and made their way out of the bedroom and returned to the kitchen to find Charlie standing in front of the refrigerator, filling his cup with water. Charlie threw the water back down his throat and swallowed it in record speed. Using his hand to wipe the water off his lips, he turned to see his lover in a new pair of trunks with Victor behind him.

“What do we have here? Getting more acquainted?” Charlie eyeballed the two, seeing that there was little something more going on. He wasn’t opposed to it, as he and Victor had fooled around a bit not too long ago. Marcos looked a bit more embarrassed, but Victor’s facial expressions said enough. Continuing to speak up, he said, “Marcos, it’s fine if you flirt with Victor. I don’t mind it, if you don’t mind me doing it too.”

Marcos’s face lit up a little bit. “Are you sure?”

“We’re not explicitly an item. Besides, I’ve always wanted to try things with three people…” Charlie’s voice trailed off, both Victor and Marcos got the hint.

Victor piped up, “Good to know I’m welcomed. For your own reassurance, if you two ever want to place a boundary let me know. Anyways, we had to change your man’s attire, Charlie.”

Charlie looked down to see what Victor was talking about. That print was definitely loud and quite busy, definitely much different than the flower-printed ones that Marcos wore when he welcomed them in. Victor motioned for Marcos to do a little turn around, giving Charlie a very quick explanation as to why. Both mounds of ass were still pushing out the top, ill-fitted but ever so sexy. Charlie’s cock, which he had barely been able to get back down to a semi, had chubbed up in record speed. “Marcos, I knew those trunks weren’t going to last very long,” Charlie laughed.

“That’s exactly what I told him too,” Victor joined in.

Much to his own chagrin, after completion of his little spin Marcos realized he was in trouble. As if he were a piece of steak, hooked above two hungry lions, he was their prey. Both predators watched in anticipation as the meat spun gently in small motions. Taunting them, the sweet sight calling to them much like the voice of a siren. Intruding into their minds, thoughts of ravaging that piece of meat were becoming closer to primal urges. As both “lions” circled the piece of meat, they gave one another a certain…look. Speaking with their eyes, near telepathically, they nodded. Cosplaying as the hunk of “meat” between both “lions”, the “meat” could observe off their body language they were up to no good. Sweat developing on the “meat’s” brow, he craned his neck to see how enticing his large assets looked to both “lions”.

Swiftly, the mint-green-haired stud grabbed onto Marcos’s shoulders, gently rubbing them. Charlie tiptoed in front of both men, carefully approaching the patio sliding door. Taking a glance outside, he could see that Hwan and Tanner were still preoccupied with their own enjoyment of the pool, too invested in their discussion. Patiently waiting to observe that the two men in the pool were not intending to come inside, Charlie closed the sliding door quietly. Victor, who kept his hold on Marcos waited for the signal. Nodding to his mint-haired buddy, Charlie gave the approval that the coast was clear. Marcos gulped, realizing he was going to be outnumbered. In a more normal circumstance, both Marcos and Charlie would fight for domination, and share the spoils between the two of them—each sharing time for both to be dominant.

With all experiments, variables are going to flux and become inconsistent. Introducing Victor into this bubbling pot of surging sexual energy was going to definitely create a new beast. Charlie’s taller frame approached his smaller Italian stud and best friend. Victor’s thick hands began to massage Marcos’s shoulders, getting him warmed up for some “exercise”. Charlie’s larger hand reached for his Italian stud’s face. Bending downward, he puckered his lips and began to make out with his beefy stud. Both men’s facial hair rubbed against each other, the scratchiness of their coarse hairs filling the air. Marcos’s arms immediately jumped down to Charlie’s groin, feeling that familiar python revving up for action. Over the past couple days, he and Charlie had begun to practice more with his large endowment. Marcos was determined to be able to take all of Charlie’s girth and length, no man had ever filled him up as much as Charlie.

Likewise, Charlie enjoyed bottoming for his shorter thick stud. Prior to Marcos, Charlie had not really bottomed too much, so Marcos’s smaller length was a better fit. He definitely made up for any length with the extra girth that genetics had bestowed upon him. Besides, even though Charlie found it insanely hot that Marcos could take a great amount of his length, he knew he could never do that himself. Charlie respected Marcos being a bottom that was able to power through such a size difference. A nice bonus was feeling Marcos’s growing belly rubbing against his back when it was Marcos’s turn to “drive”. Charlie wouldn’t exchange that for anything.

“How about we take this to your bedroom, Marcos? Of course, as long as you both are fine with it.” Victor’s deep sultry voice dripped like honey.

Charlie’s lips took a quick pause to break contact with Marcos. Staring at his beefy little stud, he could see that Marcos’s was getting as equally horned up as he was. Charlie hadn’t even realized that Marcos had already fished out his own cock out of his waistband. Marcos was clearly eager and hungry for this. “What do you say, Marcos? It’s your call. Want to spend time with the both of us?” Charlie quickly pecked Marcos’s cheek.

Marcos’s thick barrel chest rose up and down as his breathing was already quite ragged. Taking a quick glance at himself, he was already halfway undressed practically. His large ass was already hanging halfway out of his ill-fitting trunks, while his girthy cock had poked out of his waistband, drooling against the underside of his hairy ball-gut. If his pre-cum was any indication of an answer, both Victor and Charlie already knew his response before he finally piped up. “Absolutely!” Marcos grinned, turned around and pulled Victor into a kiss.

Victor was taken by surprise at the rudeness of the shorter stud, but was not against it whatsoever. Marcos’s lips were nice and full, the kiss they shared was soft and sultry. Victor’s hand moved on its own, grabbing at one of the exposed ass cheeks as they continued to make out. Charlie’s gentle grin broke out in a gentle laugh, seeing his boss and lover immediately jump onto his best friend like a dog in heat. Charlie’s cock wagged in front of him, his long cock poking into the stud’s belly, all 10¾ inches of it. “All right you two, not that I want this to end quickly, but who knows how long those two outside will be preoccupied. Let’s get a move on.”

Breaking up the makeout session, all three men quickly made their way out of the kitchen and into the hallway. One by one, each of the men entered Marcos’s room, Charlie entering last, closing the door before locking it. Upon locking the door, he turned around to see his beefy stud shimmying out of his trunks, his ass looking larger than it did earlier in the day. Each little shimmy down his cellulite-coated thighs left his ass jiggling and bouncing. Two round furry globes calling to him. Victor shucked his own clothes, exposing his bare body. Each of the men was a standout in their own right. Charlie was the tall twunk with a giant dong. Marcos ranked the shortest of the bunch was beefy with a round belly and thick pecs and arms with a large ass. Victor landed in the middle with an above-average cock at full mast with a musculature that could be used to create a marble statue.

“Let’s get down to business, then. I’ll get you nice and loose for your lovebird Marcos. Hope ya don’t mind. I like to go a little hard.” Victor looked feral. Before Marcos could respond, Victor had swiftly entered his space, getting onto his knees and pulling apart the fat round mounds of ass. A furry hole welcomed Victor’s eager tongue, he lapped at the ring which was already decently loose from what Victor could assume being previous poundings. No matter, Victor’s silver tongue was talented in many ways. His face being buried deep into the large ass, preparing it for his eager hard cock. Marcos staggered a bit, bending forward a bit as Victor was making his hole feel so sensitive. Its sensitivity traversed down to his cock, making his leak more pre-cum against the underside of his belly.

Charlie followed his best friend’s lead, and began to pick up where Victor had left off. Both Marcos and Charlie began to make out, Charlie’s hands roaming across Marcos’s thick biceps and pecs, feeling the chest hair against his long fingers. Approaching his nipples, Charlie gave a few tugs, making Marcos moan and shake. Pulling apart from Marcos, Charlie also got down onto his knees like his friend who continued to eat out and prepare Marcos. Charlie’s lips found the treasure they had been seeking, popping Marcos’s cockhead into his mouth. The warmth of Charlie’s mouth and his playful tongue prodding the slit to lick the pre-cum was leaving Marcos in a state of pleasure. Marcos’s eyes were rolling back into his head as both men were servicing both ends of his body.

Continuing their “telepathic” in sync activities, both Victor and Charlie got up off their knees after a decent amount of time servicing their boss. Both men pulled Marcos over to his nicely made bed, ready to get it messed up. Marcos crawled up his bed toward the baseboard, flipping over onto his belly which left him poked upward. Huffing, he pulled apart his cheeks the best he could and looked longingly at Victor. Victor jumped onto the bed and grabbed Marcos by his thick waist, pulling him toward him. Slapping his cock against Marcos’s crack, he teased the man with his cock head, smearing his own pre-cum across the hair coasted ass. Charlie walked beside the bed and gently crawled onto the bed with the other two men. With the weight of three grown men, the bed-frame creaked.

Pathing to his beefy stud’s face, Charlie gave him another kiss before letting his long cock plop onto Marcos’s face. Each man smelled of sun-block, sweat, and musk. Sliding his cock up and down on Marcos’s face, he could feel the ridges of Marcos’s nose, the head of his cock teasing Marcos’s lips. Marcos stuck his tongue out to catch a quick taste of his tall stallion’s cock. Charlie continued to rub his cock up and down Marcos’s face, his balls sitting on Marcos’s forehead. Both balls were heavy with cum that had been brewing. Marcos was surprised by their weight as he felt them throb on his forehead as Charlie moved. Taken back to the sensations of his hole, he felt Victor’s relentless teasing come to an end, as his cock head pierced his hole. Marcos groaned and panted feeling his empty hole come in contact with a phallic object once more.

Giving Marcos a moment to acclimate to his own cock, Victor began to revel, feeling how tight the hole was, even though it looked quite loose in advance. Marcos gripped onto the cock, tightening his sphincter muscles, pulling on Victor’s cock. Like a mouth, it was hungry and needed to be fed. Victor took the hint and gave Marcos what he was needing, Plunging his cock in further, Marcos relinquished his grip, loosening up to allow for more room. “Mmmmm fuck yeah!” Marcos’s growled bearishly.

“You like that big boy?” Charlie picked up his cock and slapped it a few times on Marcos’s face. Reaching down further, Charlie traced both hands down Marcos’s barrel chest and down to his belly. Shaking his belly, he could feel how strong and round it was, yet it maintained some soft squishiness. Watching it jiggle as he let go made his cock throb. “Yes babe. I would like it more if you could plug my other hole!” Marcos yelped. Marcos had forgotten Victor’s warning, he intended to go in hard, and he was ramping up. Pulling his cock out swiftly and then plunging it back in, Victor practiced some breathing techniques he often used when doing his calisthenics. Pushing his entire 7 inch cock in and out like a piston, Victor was not letting that naughty hole go unpunished.

Marcos had begun to writhe in a mix of pain and pleasure, Victor was a testing the limits of how fast he could fuck Marcos. As Victor had a smaller size cock in comparison to Charlie, he was able to be more speedy, as he had a cock that could be easily acclimated too in comparison. Charlie had to be slower, so as to not hurt Marcos, but the pleasure they both inflicted was magical in their own ways. Talent was definitely in both men’s wheelhouses. “Fuck! MMM, Ah Ah AH!” Marcos continued to grunt, the words and noises escaping his mouth and Victor continued his fine work. Marcos’s large hairy pecs jiggled and bounced as Victor’s fucking pushed him up and down on the bedspread. Not to be left out, his belly also jiggled against his pecs and cock, leaving both men with a sexy sight.

Marcos’s arms were up against Charlie’s thighs, his hairy armpits exposed to both men. Musk continued to fill the room as the sex had finally begun to take course. Marcos continued to grow louder as Victor fucked him harder, his hands gripping onto his bouncing belly. Slapping his belly, his little marks of red were left behind. Lifting up his right leg, Victor repositioned himself to get in deeper. While holding up his leg, Victor’s bicep was getting a nice pump. Looking over, he licked the sole of Marcos’s foot. To assist in this “covert” operation, Charlie realized that Marcos was growing in volume. Sliding his cock head into Marcos’s mouth, he began to pump his long cock down the man’s throat. Inch after inch continued to creep down his talented throat, starting off small. Charlie made sure to only allow the first five inches of his cock to penetrate his stud’s throat, pulling it in and out.

Marcos continued to moan, his body rustling against the bedspread as he was being bounced up and down. Victor’s ass fucking and Charlie’s throat fucking created a makeshift spit-roast, with bear on the menu. Marcos made sure to tighten his sphincter to tease Victor while guiding Charlie’s hands to tease his chest. Muffled little “MMFS” were all that Marcos was able to allow out of his mouth. Charlie could feel Marcos loosen his throat up a little bit more, shoving in three more inches of his cock, his stud taking a nice 8 down his esophagus. Doing their best to keep their voices low so as to not create any attention, Victor and Charlie continued to maintain their moans and noises. Charlie and Victor made eye contact with each other as they fucked both holes of the man underneath them. Grinning at each other they nodded, getting ready to switch ends.

“I hope I made it nice and loose for ya bro. You better have gotten that end loose for me to cum in this throat goat.” Victor fell back on his own nice muscled ass, panting as he pulled his cock out of Marcos’s eager hole. Charlie continued to follow his best friend’s lead, slowly removing the length of his python out of Marcos mouth. Marcos took the chance to catch his breath and wipe some loose tears from his eyes from the throat fucking. “Have you seen my cock? Of course, I got it nice and loose for you.” Charlie spoke with a bit of smugness.

Victor removed himself off the bed and looked toward the pile of clothing created from when the three of them had discarded their garbs. In the midst of the pile was his phone. A wicked idea sparked in his mind. Bending over, he subtly grabbed it, holding it close to his nude body. Charlie crawled across Marcos’s body, accidentally dragging his long cock over his chest and belly. Turning Marcos back around Charlie took his turn to pull apart his furry ass. Observing the loose hole, Charlie deemed it was good enough and well-prepped by his best friend. Getting propped up and ready to go, Marcos’s hole puckered at the familiar feeling of Charlie’s larger cock-head. Slowly, Charlie inched the thick head into the hole, feeling how nice and loose Victor had prepared it for him. Marcos’s sighed, getting ready to feel a larger cock wreak havoc inside of his body. Intertwining, both men had their focus on each other, not paying attention to Victor who had his phone on him.

Upon finding his place near the baseboard this time, Victor had the application already open on his phone. Charlie let out a loud groan as his long cock found its home again. Giving each other a moment to revel in their glow, Charlie leaned down onto Marcos’s body, planting his head on his chest as he shoved more of his python into Marcos. Marcos’s body quaked as he felt more of the python enter his body, taking 8 inches of it already. Marcos did his best to lean his head forward to leave a kiss on Charlie’s hair. Taking the opportunity while the men were preoccupied, Victor selected one of the animals and the fund he had in mind of altering. Making sure to not grow disturbed as he carefully moved the slider this time, he gently bumped it up a bit. As he just barely finished moving the slider, Marcos finished kissing Charlie’s head, with Charlie moving back to grab onto Marcos’s thighs.

Victor tossed his phone down by own of the pillows that had been crushed next to him. Gliding his cock onto Marcos’s face, albeit much smaller than Charlie’s, he waited for Marcos to open his mouth. Eagerly, Marcos obliged, sticking his tongue out to get a taste of the cock that was just inside of him. Victor wasted no time, shoving his cock into Marcos’s mouth, letting it travel down his throat. Although Victor loved fucking a nice hole, throats were his favorite. Easy to use, and easy to find. Matching the pace that he had adopted when plowing Marcos’s hole, Victor used the same speed to throat fuck the man.

On the other end, Charlie was getting into his own rhythm, feeling hot and sweaty from the fucking he was ready to inflict. Too busy to differentiate the difference between the warmth of sex and the warmth of the application, Charlie had not noticed what was beginning to change about him. Victor had decided to give his best bro a little bit of a gift, as a thanks for housing him in the meantime. Marcos could feel that something was a bit different down below, his sphincter felt fuller, it felt like it was being tested to a new limit. Maybe it was because he just had a smaller cock inside of him, but Charlie’s cock felt like it was bigger than before. Charlie had just managed to squeeze all 10¾ inches into the Italian bear before his own levels of horniness had skyrocketed.

Marcos’s hole felt even better than he could remember! Sure, Marcos and himself had practiced getting all of Charlie into him, and some nights there were successes while other nights they settled to get most of his cock into him. At this moment, however, Charlie thought he had managed to get all of his cock into him but must have been mistaken. Charlie could feel the room inside of Marcos grow less and less as his cock made way deeper into the smaller man, slithering as deep as it could. Marcos grabbed onto his belly, feeling fuller than ever. He knew Charlie was hung like a horse, but this felt like a whole new level! Maybe this was the power of threesomes Marcos thought to himself. Marcos couldn’t relay any of his thoughts verbally as his throat was still being assaulted by Victor’s above average cock.

“Fuck Marcos, you feel extra tight today babe! Keep gripping onto me like that! Fuck yeah, you’re gonna get me to cum and fill up that big belly of yours if you keep this up!” Charlie’s voice deepened a bit, getting a bit more gravely. His glasses had begun to fog up a bit as the interaction grew more steamy. Doing his best to get a better angle, Charlie shifted Marcos around a little bit more. Victor removed himself from Marcos’s throat so Charlie could reangle him, before plunging his cock back into the eager man’s mouth. “There we go babe! I’m all in!” Charlie groaned, increasing his voice’s volume as all of his long shaft had finally dug its way inside of Marcos. “Mmmmmmmmmmmf!” Marcos’s eyes grew wide, as Charlie had managed to stick all of his python into him. Marcos’s eyes were fully rolled back now.

Charlie’s aggressive fucking kept the beds baseboard banging into the wall, and the bed frame creaking. Victor joined in, doing his best to sync with his best friend, rapidly increasing his speed to fuck Marcos’s throat like a cock sleeve. Marcos continued to feel up and fondle his own body, rubbing his belly, squeezing his pecs together, pinching his own nipples and pulling on them. His cock was spewing an astounding amount of pre-cum, it was creating a pool on his groin, dripping down onto his once clean bedspread. “Fuck yeah baby, imma bust in you and make that belly extra full. Victor and I are gonna plug you up with our hot cum. Are you ready for that baby?” Charlie’s voice growled with power. Victor joined in, “Let me shoot deep inside of that slutty throat of your’s, boss. You love your two employees fucking you, don’t you big buy? Letting us use you like our personal fuck toy.”

Marcos was being overrun with pleasure, sound was draining out of his ears. Both of his holes being assaulted, his nipples growing sore from the pressure he was using to tug on them. Victor felt his balls beginning to throb and pull upward, “I’m gonna bust really soon Charlie. Wanna cum together?” Victor blew part of his hair that was falling toward his left eye.

“I’m about to bust too bro. Help me fill up our boss. He’s never felt..so…tight!” Charlie felt his large baseball-sized balls throb and bounce, the cum filling up his shaft giving a little extra girth before spewing out his slit into his Italian stud. Hot thick ropes of cum shot deep into Marcos, filling up his belly from the inside. Victor’s own cock began to throb and shoot fast ropes down Marcos’s throat. Marcos’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to swallow Victor’s ropes of cum as they came down his throat like a fast-ball. Victor finished cumming first, sliding his cock out of Marcos’s mouth, the tip still wet and sloppy with strings of cum. Charlie continued to pour out some more ropes a little bit longer before he felt his balls had shrunk down a bit, getting ready to need more downtime before brewing up another load.

All three men remained in their spots in silence, panting, catching their breaths, as their nostrils took in wafts of hot sex. Marcos broke the silence with a bit of coughing, his throat had gone through it. Marcos, with Victor’s help, pulled himself up and off Charlie’s cock, Marcos’s back leaning into Victor. Victor helped wipe sweat off of Marcos’s face, giving him a peck on the cheek as a “good job” reward. Charlie’s massive python, now deflating, looked absolutely huge. It always looked huge against his lanky frame, but it looked massive in the post-nut afterglow. Victor admired his handiwork, seeing as the large python was beginning to deflate. Even after it had just busted a nut, it was barely 9½ inches, looking quite heavy.

“Let’s get ourselves cleaned up real quick before the other two realize we have been missing.” Charlie was finally able to muster out.

“We’ve only been gone for 30 minutes.” Marcos’s voice spoke out, sounding hoarse after reading the alarm clock he had placed on the side of his bed.

“You two share the shower first. I already took up enough of your lovebird time together. I’ll go check to see if the other two have noticed we have been missing.” Victor got up, finding his clothes in the pile. Marcos slapped Charlie on the back and led him across the hall to the bathroom where his shower was.

Victor didn’t care, he still smelt like sex. He wasn’t even here that long and he already had a threesome, that was a definite score in his book. After throwing his clothes back on, he picked up Charlie’s and Marcos, placing them on the bed. Still trying to be a nice guest, he helped fix up the bed and pillow the best he could remember. Grabbing his phone from behind one of the pillows, he headed back down the hallway to the kitchen, hearing the shower running from the bathroom he passed up. Taking a quick glance out the patio sliding door, Victor could see Hwan and Tanner tossing the ball back and chatting still. Looks like Marcos was right, they probably didn’t notice they were gone for too long.

Taking a seat on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, Victor grabbed a slice of pineapple and slid it into his mouth. Post-sex made him hungry. Pulling up the application, he looked at Charlie’s tab he had opened and observed the slider he had adjusted. Sneakily, he had upped Charlie’s “P-Fund” a bit. If Victor did the correct calculation, Charlie had just fucked Marcos with a 12¼ inch cock. No wonder Marcos was feeling such strong sensations inside of his ass, Victor bet Charlie was not only cramming against Marcos’s prostate, but completely rearranging it! He snickered to himself. That cock looked heavy and huge though, even after it had deflated. Victor bet it had to be around 7 inches flaccid. That was his own size, but while erect!

Remembering the warning from when he had decided to update Marcos’s assets earlier, he was curious about Charlie’s penis size. An easy way to tell if the changes would remain permanent or not would come at observing Charlie back at the apartment. If his cock remained huge, then it looks like it would be permanent after purposefully tampering with the app. If it shrank back down to a more… “respectable” size, then the app had more control. Still though, this was a lot of power, and a lot of opportunity to fuck around and find out, literally. Still, more testing would need to be done.

One matter that Victor had been trying to decide upon was adding himself a profile on the replica he had made. If he added himself to the application on his phone, would it appear on the kiosks back at the store? Or perhaps, would it not show up and he would be a “secret” addition. Victor had been debating that topic with himself the moment he had first begun to look at the kiosks. If he decided to add himself to the replica and he just spontaneously showed up onto the kiosk, he could always come up with a lie. Best case scenario would be an added “hidden user”. With that also in mind, Victor didn’t really have anything about himself he wanted to change, or have changed right now. Tampering and testing out the applications on his coworkers was more fun to him, and definitely easier to take down data samples. Or perhaps, if he was also added and succeeded as a “secret” user, maybe he could make a profile for strangers without his coworkers knowing?

Fluttering in his mind were lots of areas of opportunity to take this application. As long as he was able to find a way to reverse any changes that got too out of hand, then he would surely be okay. Even though he was hired to get rid of the application and its effects, if he could keep them at bay, then that would “technically” count as a solution. Biting his lip, he came to a conclusion. Tonight, he will decide on what he will do. No more procrastinating a decision. In the meantime, he would just continue to enjoy this little get together, especially since the post-sex afterglow was hitting him really well right now.

Chatters emerged from the hallway, as Victor realized he had spent a decent amount of time thinking to himself. Charlie and Marcos had wrapped up their shower. Emerging from the hallway, they were suited back up and smelled clean. “Ready to head on outside again?” Victor sat up from his slouched position.

“Yep!” Charlie grinned. His swimwear looked extra full, that extra increase to his “P-Fund” made those poor things work overtime. Marcos matched perfectly though with his own ill-fitting trunks, his ass still half-hanging out the back.

Grabbing the sunblock from the kitchen island, the three men returned back outside on the patio. Hwan and Tanner diverted their attention back to the trio. Tanner was first to welcome them back, “What held you three up? Did Charlie get sunburnt already?”

“Ha ha ha, no I did not, thank you very much.” Charlie retorted sarcastically. After getting out of the shower, he took the sunscreen Victor had in his hand and squirted some onto his palm. Charlie was already reapplying it to his body.

“Nice trunks boss, didn’t know you had some like that.” Hwan smirked, it was nice seeing his boss look a little goofy for once instead of more of a leader.

“Thanks. They were a gift.” Marcos decided to not comment on the smugness that Hwan had dripping in his voice. Joining the two in the water he let his body grow submerged.

Victor jumped into the deep end, following the sunlight’s rays at the top of the water. Upon emerging, he shook his mint green hair, shaking and splattering Tanner with water droplets. Charlie continued to lather on more sunscreen until he felt that the sun was not going to penetrate through the thick layers of SPF. Following his best friend’s lead once more (this was beginning to be quite the trend today), he dove into the deep end, remaining under water as he swam all the way to the shallow end. Popping up right behind Marcos, he rested his head right onto Marcos’s shoulder.

“So what really kept you guys busy? Did Charlie hold you guys hostage with his nerd card collection updates? I’ve been there, trust me.” Tanner rolled his eyes, automatically assuming that was the real reason.

“You’re just jealous of my collection. You could try to understand it but each time I bring it up you—” Charlie was immediately trying to defend one of his pride and joys.

“Nope.” Tanner raised his hand up to Charlie, “I don’t want to hear nerdy things while I’m relaxing. It was peaceful before you three came back, and I intend to keep it that way while I relax.” Tanner put down his hand, swimming over to Hwan.

Hwan was sitting on an underwater ledge, which made him the perfect seat for Tanner’s giant ass. Sitting down on the center of his board shorts, Tanner made sure to wiggle his butt on Hwan’s bulge. “This here is a nerd-free zone. Keep that over there.” Tanner pointed back.

Hwan grinned, using his strength as leverage and grabbed onto Tanner’s waist, keeping him in place. “You forget Tanner, but Charlie and I built decks together. So Charlie, tell me about your collection. Tanner here is eager to sit here and listen.” Tanner immediately tried to swim away, but Hwan kept his grasp firm, holding the curvy himbo hostage.

“No! No please! Let me goooooo!” Tanner shouted, wiggling around, but it was no use, He was trapped. Charlie swam up to Hwan and Tanner, picking up where he last left off.

Marcos shook his head, watching the boys get along so “well.” Swimming over to Victor, Marcos nudged his arm, “Feel like you’re fitting in yet?”

“You tell me. Did I fit in well?” Victor winked saucily, reaching underwater to give the half-exposed ass a squeeze.

Marcos nudged him again and rolled his eyes, “Yes, you fit in perfectly.”

Hours upon hours were spent in the nice lukewarm water, the temperature acclimating to each of the men’s skin. As the cycle of day had come to pass, the sun had begun to grow tired, ready to rest on the horizon. Falling asleep, making headway for the moon, each of the men had lost track of time inside of the water. The men had begun to feel bitter gales brushing upon their exposed skin. Noticing that it had already grown dark, the only light source being the strings of light acting as decor, paved their way to the sliding patio door. Each man doing their own cartoonish run toward the house, trying to not let the cold air shock their system. Hastily drying themselves off with towels as they ran, each man practically jumped into the house like they were scoring a touchdown.

Wet pitter patters slapped against Marcos’s floor as each of the men sought their clothes, to cover their exposed skin. Marcos made each of the men take home some of the snacks and leftover food, as he had made an overabundance. Marcos waved goodbye to his employees as they took home some of the food and their clothes. Thankfully, the night shrouded their bodies, as the clothing they had put back on was barely clothing at all. One by one, each of the men trickled out of his humble abode. Closing the front door shut, Marcos reminisced over the time he spent with both Charlie and Victor a mere few hours ago. His hole was already tingling, feeling needy once more. Charlie had felt bigger than ever! Marcos’s chubby thighs rubbed together, his bulge coming back to life.

Mindlessly, he reached down to the front of his trunks, feeling his girthy cock. Rubbing the palm of his hand against his fat balls, he could feel them roaring back to life with cum. Pulling down his trunks, he let his semi-erect cock flop free in front of his body. Shimmying the trunks back down, his engorged bubble butt hung out, free from their confined cage. Dropping the trunks to the floor, he let his body remain free and nude in his home. Hidden between his hairy cheeks, his hole was already twitching. It had not even been five minutes since Charlie had left, and he needed his hole filled. Victor was also quite the talented lover. Obviously not as big as Charlie, but Victor knew how to push Marcos’s buttons, and prostate. The rough fucking left him admiring his talents.

Guiding himself down his hallway, he entered his room. Shifting the weight of his cheeks as he bent over, Marcos began to rummage through one of his drawers. Recently, Marcos had developed a bad habit of purchasing certain “toys”. Marcos had a pretty high libido, and his sex drive was needing to be quenched daily. Whenever Charlie was not around, Marcos would take it upon himself to pleasure himself. Having grown accustomed to the monster dong that Charlie possessed, left Marcos’s hole quite needy. Regular-sized dildos no longer did the job, he needed ones that were above-average to giant. Recently, he had purchased an eleven-inch dildo for this very purpose. Before engaging in sexual activities with Charlie, old reliable was a classic six incher. Now though, Marcos’s hole had a grip tougher than a diamond. The large bubble-butt easily swallowed the old reliable toy.

Even though “old reliable” was no longer doing it for Marcos anymore, he still enjoyed keeping it around as a reminder. Over the last month and a half, he had gone up a few sizes. Reviewing them online and visiting the local sex-toy shop, Marcos had fun picking out his newer conquests. Right now though, the eleven-inch dildo was his favorite. Last Marcos and Charlie had measured Charlie’s cock, it was rocking a staggering 10¾ inches. Secretly, Marcos hoped that Charlie’s cock would continue to grow bigger, longer, and thicker. Purchasing the eleven-inch dildo was feeding into his fantasy a bit. Imagining the dildo as Charlie’s cock, its large size spreading him open, rearranging his guts. If Marcos’s hole could leak, it would.

Pushing aside his briefs, Marcos had finally found what he had been seeking. The new and improved, “new reliable”! Of course, a real cock would be hot, throbbing as needy balls push semen through the shaft. Even though this toy was lifeless, it still made Marcos’s prostate come alive. Its model came in a turquoise color, with some veins grooved into it. After some shopping around, Marcos realized sometimes dildos count the balls in the “inch” size. This model actually measured to eleven inches, without the balls being included in the inch count. Using his left hand, Marcos pulled apart one of his furry globes, feeling the nice layer of fat coating his round bubble. Rubbing his pointing fingers and middle finger against his hole, he could feel its gape. Victor and Charlie still left quite the open impression from hours prior. Even now, little dollops of cum trickled out of his hole. Charlie had shot super deep into Marcos, which was pretty normal.

Coating his hole with the cum that was leaking out of his hole, Marcos made sure to pre-lube it up. Feeling satisfied with his work, Marcos let his cheeks wobble back against each other as he removed his fingers. A nice clapping noise was emitted from the two cheeks slapping against each other. Moving toward his closet door which also acted like a mirror, Marcos stuck the dildo against the glass. Before his employees came over, he made sure to do his best damage control in removing the ring shape that was left behind by the grip-on dildo. Placing it back onto its rightful spot, the eleven-inch dildo aimed straight out. Ready to get to work, Marcos turned around, pulling apart his ass cheeks, and let the thick turquoise head do its work. In an instant, he took the thick head and a total of four inches like it was nothing.

Gliding his body down further, his hungry hole began to devour the eleven-inch dildo like a meal at a buffet. One more inch, then another, his hole was absolutely hungry. Bobbing in front of him, his own cock was already hard again. The pre-cum off the tip of his cock gently touched the lower part of his under-belly. Sliding down further onto the dildo, Marcos’s hole grew aggressive. Marcos realized he wasn’t even struggling to take it down to the hilt this time. Even though he had grown accustomed to Charlie’s cock, it was still a large length. Prepping and foreplay were a necessity in taking Charlie’s cock down to the hilt, feeling his large balls against his ass. The same was also said for this dildo, usually it took Marcos a bit to warm up to the length before slamming down on it entirely. Today though, his hole was giving a master class on how to take cock.

Both hairy ass cheeks suddenly brushed against the cool glass of the closet sliding door. Its cool chill resonated through Marcos’s body for just a moment. While his prostate was enjoying being rammed, he was still able to semi-think clearly. He was impressed at his own abilities to take the big dildo like it was nothing! Charlie and Victor really did do a number on him today. Greedily, he would pull off the dildo, gliding his hole to still grip onto the tip, before slamming back down. Shaking, the glass rattled as the fat ass rammed against it. Moans escaped Marcos’s mouth, followed by groans and growling. Gripping on tighter to the dildo, he could feel the stream of pre-cum grow stronger. Continuing his groove, Marcos reached for his sensitive nipples. Rubbing them with the tips of his fingers was enough to make his cock lurch, and his hole quiver. Squeezing and pulling on the nipples, Marcos looked down to admire his barrel-pecs, layered in a healthy amount of muscle and fat

God, he looked so sexy to himself. No matter where he went recently, he could feel eyes ogling him. In passing, he would hear comments about his large ass and big biceps. Men had begun to cat-call him, and also make comments about his large belly. At first, he felt a wee bit self-conscious about his stomach, but the past was the past. His round gut was bobbing with his cock, the jiggling was mesmerizing. Marcos loved the extra weight up front, he loved the way it bounced, the way it grew tauter the more he ate, and especially how it completed his status as he ate meals meant for two. The local buffet had become somewhat of a second home lately, and he had begun to greet the staff by name the more he visited. Charlie had also made it clear that he loved the big belly. Although both men were versatile, Marcos had taken more of a liking to bottoming for Charlie. Marcos was a growing size queen in the making. When the two did seek to switch things up a bit, he loved watching how his belly clashed against Charlie’s thinner frame when he got the chance to top.

Thinking about how hot it was to be able to fuck Charlie was getting Marcos close. Weighing down on Charlie’s thinner frame, his belly pushing against his back. Even though Charlie had grown taller recently, Marcos weighed more. Besides, Marcos had a girthier cock compared to Charlie, which is what Charlie loved most. On top of his big belly pushing on Charlie’s body, Marcos enjoyed the feeling of his big cheeks clapping whenever he thrust his girthy cock into his lover. Charlie would make comments about Marcos’s big ass making audible claps, which just got Marcos harder each time they fucked. He felt so big, so full, so huge! His growing body was equivalent to growing in power. With his eyes closed, Marcos continued to think about the times he and Charlie had fooled around more.

Victor soon began to creep into his mind as he joined the two earlier in the day. Having both holes filled at the same time was an experience Marcos was never going to forget. On the contrary, it was one he wished to replicate again soon! Being spit-roasted like a thick, heavy hog, between two large meaty cocks, that was some of the best sex Marcos had the opportunity to experience! While plowing his hole on the dildo, continuing to tug on his nipples and rubbing his thick chest, Marcos could feel his Adam’s apple bob. Remembering the sensation of Victor’s hard cock shoving itself down his throat. His quick thrusts made his throat contract, growing tight against it. Sniffing the musk from Victor’s bush as they brushed against his nose, Marcos loved every moment of the two men using him like a sex toy. Maybe this was Marcos’s new calling, being used by both men for their pleasure, and most importantly, his own pleasure.

With all of the men growing recently, it was only logical that what Marcos liked was going to change. A change like this though, was one Marcos was ready to greet with open arms, and of course, open holes. Rattling behind him, the glass began to develop a hazy look, growing smoggy as Marcos heated up. Developing a sweat from his self-pleasure, his large ass cheeks left two large smoggy circles against the glass. Nearly yelling, Marcos continued to pleasure himself as he felt his balls strum the strings of sweet release. Giving his nipples a final tug and his hole a final plunge onto the dildo, Marcos yelled, his cock erupting with hot ropes of cum coating his hairy underbelly. Gripping on tight, his hole and prostate were in still need of more. Plagued by horny thoughts, Marcos’s body continued to move on its own again, up and down on the dildo.

Bobbing their heads to the music in the car, Charlie and Victor chatted as they drove back to Charlie’s house. Both men had yet to discuss the certain event that had happened over at Marcos’s house, but it was on both of their minds. Victor was waiting for Charlie to bring it up, considering Marcos and Charlie were more of a known item. Victor was just a catalyst in the equation throwing them into a whole different direction. Multi-tasking, Victor was also on his phone looking at different memes on his timeline. At red lights as Charlie halted to a stop, Victor would show him some of his favorites and the two would share a laugh together.

Victor’s eyes drifted to Charlie’s obscene bulge in his clothes as he laughed. It seemed to bob and bounce like the rest of his body. That reminded Victor of his tampering he had done a bit earlier in the day while they shared their piece of “meat” together. Still maintaining their conversation, Victor pulled up the replica of the application he had managed to install to his phone. Looking at Charlie’s tab, he was still impressed with his handi-work that he had done when modifying his best bros “P-Fund”. Victor still planned to observe if his best bro would maintain his new size, or undergo some shrinkage.

Upon their return home, both men began to strip, getting more comfortable in just their briefs. “Imma hop in the shower first, I won’t take too long bro.” Charlie told Victor, taking his glasses off and reaching for the small cabinet that he stored his towels inside of.

“Take your time man.” Victor nodded, throwing himself onto his blow-up mattress, the air making his body bounce side to side.

Opening up the cog symbol, the alert that had been on his screen was still present.

˜WARNING

˜Effects changed will be overwritten at the end of day, returning to the previous before any changes occurred.

“Well. Looks like the fun times are not permanent. Still though, being able to make a temporary change is still interesting…” Victor pondered. Annoyed with the blaring notification, he tapped it in hopes it would finally vanish.

˜Ready to end the day? Do you wish to keep effects temporary?

YES NO

“Oh, this is interesting…” Victor’s lips curled back into that mischievous grin he often kept on his lips. This application, replica or not, just continued to always be changing or there always seemed to be more than the app was letting on. Perhaps this technology was always changing, and developing. Maybe the strings of code Victor had managed to obtain were altered or created a new version of the application. Regardless, Victor was just tangling himself into a deeper web of selfishness and negligence. Messing with unknown technology that had an air of magic to it, this was dangerous territory. However, horny thoughts and manipulations, that was also a dangerous territory in need of exploration.

For the time being, Victor decided to take a few steps at a time. First, he would click YES, allowing for Charlie to keep his bigger cock and Marcos his fatter ass. A lovely gift to the couple for letting him join in on some fun times in Marcos’s bedroom. After tapping the button, the notification disappeared. Checking that off the mental list, now it was for chore number two. Victor thought about it on the car ride back, and he decided he would go through with adding himself to the replica. If he added himself to the replica application on his phone, and he ended up on the kiosk, then that would answer one of the questions he had.

Flicking through the settings, Victor bit the bullet and selected “Create New Profile”. Matching the interface from the kiosk back at the shop, the replica was looking on par. Now it was Victor’s turn to pick what animal best fit him. If his profile ended up back at the shop, then he would just tell his coworkers that it was “necessary” to get deeper into the system’s whereabouts. Honestly, that wasn’t a total lie. Perhaps Victor would receive new access to areas of the app’s code that he was unable to before with his own profile. Scrolling through the icons of different animals, Victor wanted to pick one that best fit him. What is best fitting to his personality? Perhaps an armadillo? Nah that was not him. That snake icon was also pretty cute, but Victor wanted to see if there was anything better. As the shower pipes creaked in the walls, Victor knew it was almost his turn to use the bathroom to bathe the scent of sex off his body.

“Oh, this is perfect. I’ve always loved these little guys.” Victor was happy with the “animal” in front of him. Lighting up, the purple shade of the critter spun around, shooting silk from itself, and began to crawl up toward the top of the screen.

🕷 Age: 24
H: 5/11
M: Medium
P: 7

Victor was in the middle of weaving a web that was going to need untangling eventually. For the time being though, being the “spider” was the most fitting. Marcos, Charlie, Tanner, and Hwan were flies in the middle of this web. The application had them trapped and was feeding off of them, doing the impossible to them day by day. Now, Victor was going to combat the application, doing his best to control this “web” of manipulation that was controlling their bodies. Now that Victor was involved, he wanted to test how much of this “web” he could help control, and resolve like his intended purpose was to be.

Charlie emerged from the bathroom, towel slung over his shoulder. Fully nude, Charlie had forgotten to bring in some clean clothes to change into. Swinging pendulously from his groin was his long 7-inch soft cock. Victor enjoyed the view immensely, his own cock was stirring back to life. Slapping his thigh, it bounced back and forth, crowned in the red-haired stubble of his pubic region. Charlie dug around in his drawer for some briefs, which he finally found. Both the men needed to do a serious laundry day, they were running out of clothes. Either way, Charlie struggled to fit his large wang inside of the briefs. After its recent growth spurt, it left very little room to the imagination, and very little room in general in the front. Two inches of the shaft hung out the lower hem of the briefs as he turned around to Victor.

“Hope you don’t mind bro, but these will have to do until we do laundry.” Victor blushed a bit, pulling down the hem a bit to try to cover the inches hanging out.

“Don’t sweat it bro, besides, no need to be blushing. We literally fucked the same guy together.” Victor had decided to open the can of worms. He was a bit eager to bring it up, and decided to forego waiting on Charlie to mention their double-fucking.

“Yeah, and we did a number on him man! Marcos took us like a champ!” Charlie laughed, plopping onto the bed.

Victor curled back onto his rump, no longer slouching. “That he did. Who would have thought our boss would be good and greedy, taking our cocks together.”

“It’s only because you helped loosen him up to take my big dick man.” Charlie grabbed at his poorly covered bulge, making it jiggle.

“Hey, I did what I could, but I think his greedy hole would have been fine taking your big dick without me opening it up. He’s got a damn good grip! The best I’ve felt from any ass or pussy.” Victor got up, his turn stripping to his full nude glory.

“I’m glad he’s Victor-approved. Plus, look at this. He sent it to me while I was in the shower.” Charlie pulled out his phone and showed a picture to Victor. It was a selfie Marcos had taken of himself, riding the dildo against his closet, his tongue sticking out and a finger pulling on a nipple. A caption was written on it, “Thinking of you both”. Pulling the phone back, Charlie tossed it onto his bed. “Looks like he couldn’t help but think of us right after we left. Such a horndog.”

“You’re one to talk bro, your cock is growing longer down your thigh right now. Hurry up and jack off so we can sleep.” Victor chuckled, watching as Charlie was unaware of his cock growing harder.

“Oh shit!” Charlie looked down, trying to cover his cock with his hand.

“Hurry up man, I won’t be long.” Victor rolled his eyes and reveled in his bro’s sudden horniness. It’s been fun living with him.

Work the next day was definitely eventful in more ways than one. Not only was it crazy busy, but the allure of all the men who were employed was a driving force on why it was such a busy day. Rumor had it that a new handsome mint-green-haired hottie had joined the other above-average-looking men. Was this hot gossip late? Definitely. Now the crew working the shop was paying the price for such. It made it difficult for Victor to work on the kiosks, as he had to keep being pulled away to ring in and run orders to the different groups of men.

Very little to no women dropped by the store upon Victor’s observation. Just a plethora of men of all ages and body types would swing by to fulfill their caffeine addiction. Recently, the increase in regulars was becoming more noticeable, as Victor had begun to greet them by name as they walked past him tinkering. Prior to the pool party get-together, the regulars were starting to take an interest in Victor. Of course, his coworkers also received special interest in different men, but Victor seemed to rally his own fan group. It was quite humbling to Victor, especially since his own fan group had some nice pieces of eye candy.

While passing by different tables, Victor would chat with some of the guests, give them recommendations, and learn about them a little bit. For example, one of the men he had chatted with who happened to be one of Victor’s “groupies” was named Ishaan. Ishaan was a handsome man, his face covered in a thick layer of facial hair, with a light bit of overgrowth climbing down his neck in need of shaving. Ishaan’s hair was thick and lush, hanging down to his shoulders, a light wheatish color. Ishaan’s beautiful rich dark skin paired beautifully with his plum-colored tank, the sleeves rolled up toward his shoulders. Solid dark black pants covered his legs, with some nice black boots.

Another man who had been a consistent visitor, and one who struck up conversation often was Kaipo, or Kai for short. Kai had moved to the small town somewhat recently, about less than a year ago if Victor could recall correctly. He had grown up on the island of Kauai, and had wanted a change. Originally, he had moved islands to Oahu to attend college, but really wanted to experience the mainland more. After completing a year on Oahu, he had moved to where he is now! Kai had a nice jock-like build with a nice layer of fat on him. His boyish looks were quite charming, paired with some spiky hair. Being college-aged, he wore pretty similar gear that Tanner and Hwan sported on their off days at the gym. Kai also had a tattoo sleeve down his right arm with different symbols that Victor wanted to ask him about sometime soon.

Lastly, there was Emiliano, who had recently been transplanted to the town from Guadalajara. Initially, he was working as an actuary for a chain of dealerships, so he had been moved to the automall section of the town. From their previous conversations, Emiliano was quite happy to have days working at home, and only needed to go into the office at one of the dealerships twice a week. Although he was shorter than both Kaipo and Ishaan, Emiliano was definitely the bulkiest of the three men. Ishaan was decently muscular, as was Kaipo, but Emiliano was a short stack with some great muscle. Broad shoulders pillared off his body, with a nice sized chest and biceps straining his suit. His thighs looked thick with muscle, topped with a pert ass.

Victor continued to work as all three members of his fan club continued to munch on their breakfast goodies, paired with some coffee. Victor watched as each of the three men ogled him as he paced back and forth. He enjoyed the attention they were giving him, it was quite fun. On occasion, Victor would on purpose “accidentally” graze their hands as he put down the plates or grabbed them out of their way. Sometimes, Victor’s eye contact would linger, making each of the three men blush. Victor was curious, perhaps one of those three men could be one that he got to test things out on. Of course, he needed to see if his experiment he performed the night prior ended up working.

After the rush had ended and the group working had time to clean up and reset, Victor took his opportunity. Quickly letting Marcos know he was going to go back to tinkering, Victor galavanted back to the kiosk. Going through the profiles, he swiped around and found his answer. No spider was to be found. Excitedly, he was glad his profile was hidden from view, none of his coworkers or guests had access to affecting it. As it stood now, only Victor had access to his secret profile. If that were the case then, that could answer the next question that he had in mind. If he, hypothetically, made a profile using the name of the person he intended, would it also be considered secret? All a profile really needed was a first name; that, and a few details that Victor could probably squeeze out of a guy.

Reviewing the other profiles, all the information really needed when put into the “perspective” function was the “Age”, “H”, “M”, and “P”. Victor had already understood what each of the letters stood for. Now, in a perfect world, Victor would just need to create a profile and he had hoped the rest of the profile would fill itself in. Maybe, this was a perfect world, but he would need to test that theory. Which of the men would he find best suited to do so? Taking a sneak peek, he could see the three specimens were each at their own tables, sticking to their own devices. A little more field-world would best be done if Victor was going to solve the mysteries of the app, and ultimately aid his best bro and coworkers.

Opening up his notes app, Victor made little entries about the three men. The more information he could collect, the better. This was a reality-altering application, if Victor flubbed it up, he could potentially damage somebody! That was the worst-case scenario of course. Maybe nothing bad would happen. Still, Victor may be mischievous, but he was not going to risk the safety of anybody, even a stranger, for his own experiment he was plotting. Now how was he going to do this? Thinking, he could go ahead and flirt with all three men, but that would look quite conspicuous. Going from table to table when they were near each other flirting would look stupid. Plus, he was supposed to be working right now. To be fair, a lot of the time Victor and his coworkers were flirting while working.

Taking a glance at the counter next to the kiosk, Victor had an idea. Marcos liked to know how the service was around the store, and often asked for a score and how the workers were. It was a small little cut-out square with a QR code, leading the guest to a review page. Perhaps he could mix the two ideas together. Grabbing three of the cut-outs, Victor prepared a little ice breaker to hand them out. Grabbing a piece of paper, he scribbled down his number, attaching it to each cut-out. Subtly, he would be able to “flirt” while also keeping it discreet. Whichever men decided to give him a text or call, Victor could then work his charm. Sounded simple enough, but now it was time for Victor to enact the plan.

Deciding which of the men to target first, Victor noticed that Kaipo was getting up from his seat. Quickly, he made way to the table. “Hey Kaipo, nice blender bottle. Is it new?” Victor brushed back a strand of his mint-green hair.

“Hey Victor, yeah it is! Thanks for noticing man! Food was great today, I love your egg biscuits dude.” Kaipo’s eyes were glimmering.

“Glad to hear it! I’ll let the boss know. Hey, if you have a sec, do you mind filling this out when you have a chance? The boss and I would appreciate it.” Victor smiled, slightly flexing his chest as he handed the cut-out to Kaipo. “Sure man, I’ll do it!”

That conversation was pretty similar to the ones he had with both Ishaan and Emiliano. Instead of complimenting the blender bottle, Victor picked something out that the other two men had. For Ishaan, he complimented his watch on his wrist. As for Emiliano, he complimented his suit and gains. Each of the three men were surprised that Victor had taken notice of either their appearance or items they had with them. It was the little details that Victor was great at spotting. Upon finishing his “field work”, Victor knew the next step to his plan would be waiting for the men to contact him.

By the end of the work day, Victor told Charlie he would go back home after hitting up a few places. He wanted to explore the town a bit, as he had been too caught up in the go-to-work-and-then-go-home grind. Granted, there was more exciting stuff in between, but Victor had yet to broaden his explorational horizons. Upon leaving a little bookshop, Victor heard the familiar ding from his pocket. Shuffling the book he was holding, he moved it between his side and arm. Digging out his phone, he pulled it up to his face. There he read a message:

“Hey, thanks again for checking in on me before I left earlier today. I made sure to review you with excellent service. If there were more specific categories, I’d have given you a 10 in the looks department too. If I’m not being too bold, I saw the way you were looking at me today. If you’re interested, I’d be down to meet up and chat sometime. No pressure though.”

Victor’s mind was already plotting. Hook, line, and sinker. He found some nice bait.

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