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 8 ½! 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 6 ½ 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.

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