Transition into the Role 3: Chris’s One Day Turnaround

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They had called a meeting later that same afternoon the announcement about Jesse had gone out. The higher ups were going to address the recent attrition for the team and how they were going to work around it. Saying they were going to bring in an new manager to the team was just what Glen had wanted. Saying they were going to bring back former Project manager Chris sent a shock wave through the team and pissed Glen off to no end.

He could not get back to his cubicle quick enough afterwards. No way was he going to let that shitheel screw things up. It wasn’t only Glen who didn’t wanted this idiot back on the team, no one liked working with him. Chris was the living example of the saying, there is no ‘I’ in ‘TEAM’ but there is an ‘M’ and an ‘E”. But Chris had the rep of having more client knowledge than anyone else in the firm, and that’s what the tea needed. As long as everything was done his way and he got all the credit, the world was perfect for him. Unfortunately he always did things wrong, never listened to anyone else’s advice on how to correct things, and then blamed everyone else. King of the ‘One Day Turnaround’. In other words, he let it sit on his desk gathering dust till the deadline was hours away.

Glen was in a frenzy as he quickly stored away the program that was going to use to take care of Kevin and started a new one for Chris. Glen had to make sure that Chris was dealt with in a way that there would be no question of his leaving the firm. He couldn’t risk that guy getting back on the team.

Obsession was not the word as Glen filled in the spaces with Chris’s new weight, which was going up considerable in muscle mass alone, lowered his age, deleted the fat count, increased the gay and added a new line for libido which got a hike in the numbers. If his queer libido was going to be ramped up, so should his dick, so that got a couple ore inches. Shit, while he was at it, lowered is IQ quite a bit, although that didn’t see to work on Jesse when he increased it. Changed his hair color so black it would almost be blue. Then he tried a new trick he’d researched. Linking the job to a series of Tattoo parlor web sites, the spell would randomly access a tattoo example and apply it to Chris till 85% of his new pumped up body would be covered, with his face being the only off limit’s part. Chris wasn’t going to have time to have all this work done on him manually, because the One Day Turn Around King was going to have this done to him in just one day, not the 5 the other two got. Glen tried a couple of other things with the Person Info really not knowing if this was going to work. First he removed Chris’s hire date, hoping that would mean that he was no longer employed there. Maybe even mean never had been. Second he removed the R from Christopher so his name would now be Christophe, and then deleted his last name completely. That should be interesting.

With a thought of, ‘Nice knowing you Asshole’, Glen clicked the sub job instruction, and logged off for the day, letting the program take care of his troubles for him.

Saturday Morning– 3 AM

It would have surprised Glen, and most of the people at work, that he didn’t need to up Chris’s gay quotient any seeing as he had a boyfriend of 3 years. On the other hand, it wouldn’t have surprised anyone if they then learned that the relationship wasn’t going to make it to 4. And some nights like this one, Chris’s boyfriend Bill was pretty sure 3 and a half wasn’t going to be reached either. For what originally looked like a cocky self assured attitude from Chris that Bill found attractive, turned out to be a self centered shitty attitude instead. Bill had to admit, the guy had an OK body, paid for drinks, and seemed to like being together on the nights he wasn’t making it clear that Will was the lucky one in this relationship.

Their night and not been a great one. And for some reason, Chris had started acting even odder than usual after midnight. They were closer to Bill place when they decided to call it a night, well, when Chris decided to call it a night, Bill had wanted to crash hours before. Will headed right off to his bed, not really caring that much that Chris went to clean up in the bathroom first. He wasn’t getting more than a hand job tonight anyway.

Chris was folding his clothes in the bathroom when he noticed something in the mirror. His skin looked odd. Kind of like it was getting darker in spots. He had taken a pretty good fall the other day when playing basketball with the guys at the gym, but he didn’t think it was bad enough that he’d start bruising. Better not be a reaction to the X he stuck in while Bill was off ignoring him. Didn’t really trust the guy who sold it to him, but it was too good a price to pass up. And so far, the effects were fine.

Certainly the hard on Chris was sportin’ when he left the john was worth the price of the X he took. Rarely had he been able to get this stiff with so little effort. Through the dark room, using only the light fro the window, Chris made his way to the bed.

“Come on man, you’re not asleep already are you” Chris said slipping onto his side of the bed and reaching for Bill’s ass.

“If I said yes would you just leave it at that?”

“Nah man, throw me a fuck.” Chris said slipping his hands between Bill’s ass cheeks and finding his hole.

“Jesus what is with you tonight? Throw me a fuck?”

“End of the work week, need to blow off some steam.”

“Fine.” Was all Bill was able to get out before Chris grabbed him by the hips and hoisted him up on his knees. Bill almost thought he was going to sleep through this till Chris started in. While far from the gentlest lover Bill ever had, this was something else tonight. The lack of restraint from the start was almost unnerving. Almost would have shocked Bill had it not felt so great. The power that was coming from behind him was incredible. And it much have been the one thrust for full entry move Chris did that made his dick feel even bigger than ever before up Bill ass. Chris grabbed Bill’s waist and picked up the pumping, his balls slapping Bills with each piston like thrust. Never been fucked like this before and Bill was hoping that Chris had enough leftover of what ever it was that he snuck off to the restroom to down so they could do this again before the weekend was up. If his heart didn’t burst from this fuck.

Chris was pretty damn thrilled at how this fuck session was going too. When he fucked Bill he liked to feel dominant over his, ore than just the obvious, but this was incredible. He felt like he was getting the same type workout he would at the gym, muscles tensing with each thrust, but they weren’t relaxing afterwards. Staying hard and strong. But not straining at the same time. While he was giving it all he had, Chris also noticed he wasn’t short of breath, although he was sweating like a fountain. God that felt great. He could taste the salt on his lips as it trickled down. He felt a sudden twinge, pulled Bill in as close as he could get, and shot off like never before. Pulling out almost immediately Chris noticed he was still dribbling cum out of his cock, which showed no sign of going down.

Bill mumbled something about Chris being an ‘animal’ but was soon fast asleep. Chris sat at the edge of the bed, trying to cool down some before he hit the sheets. The faint light coming in from the window highlighted the sweat on his body, making it, to him, look larger than before. He also thought those bruises he had were getting worse, but then decided it was just a trick of the light. Exhausted fro the days work, the night out drinking and the sex, Chris lay down and almost immediately passed out. He was going to sleep well tonight.

Saturday - 10:12 AM

Technically it was Bill who started yelling “Oh my God!” first when he woke up and saw what was sleeping next to him, but considering how quickly Chris joined it was considered a toss up.

“What the fuck happened??!” Bill screamed as Chris jumped out of bed and hit the floor. Or at least the muscle beast that used to be Chris did. While he slept a considerable amount of muscle had grown over his form. What had once been muscular but slender legs were thick and knotted with muscles. His arms, which Chris was holding out in front of himself for a better look, were thicker now that his legs had been the night before. Heavy biceps hung down with unbelievable triceps right behind them. His hands were huge but his fingers almost looked stubbier now. He couldn’t even see his greatly enlarged dick past the mountains of pecs that hung from his chest.

“Jezz, what’s going on? I’m all swollen!!” Chris yelled in a deeper, thicker voice as he moved towards the bathroom. It was hard from him to walk like he used to since his legs were so much thinker now. He almost had to step around his inner thighs to move right.

With a flip of the switch Chris got a full look at himself in the mirror, and freaked all the more. In front of him was something that barely looked human any longer. This was the creature from the back of the gym. At least twice as big as he used to be everywhere but his waist, it seemed about the same, but that made it all the freakier. This muscle giant with the waist size of a normal person. Chris didn’t think he was any shorter but it must have been the effect of spreading outwards so much that made it seem that way. The shell necklace he picked up a few years ago on vacation that always hung a little too loose now fit like a choker against Chris’s bull neck.

“Does it hurt? Are you in pain?” Bill asked from behind him trying to take in the wide expanse that was not Chris’s back and the bowling ball ass that indented with what might be called dimples if they weren’t so massive.

“No, I don’t think so. I feel fine, feel great actually. BUT LOOK!! Shit, it’s all muscle. Not like a blister or like when I broke my foot that time and it swelled up, it’s all freaking muscle.”

Chris looked around the small bathroom and found the scale next to the toilet. Stepping on he got yet another shock.

“55 pounds man!!! I weight 55 pounds more than I did the last time I weighed myself, like….three days ago maybe.”

“But what’s with these dark areas. They kind of cover you but not everywhere.”

“Those were there last night. Not this bad though. They’re so much darker now. You don’t think I’m turning black as well as all this?”

“I think we need to get you to the emergency room.”

Saturday Morning – 11:06 AM

It took a while before they could leave the apartment since they had to find a way to dress Chris first. He certainly couldn’t fit in his old clothes. And while Bill was bigger than the old Chris, he wasn’t nearly as big as the new. They finally found an old pair of jeans with a just big enough waist size, but they had to cut them down to shorts since his legs were way too big. The same thing had to be done for his shirt. Bill had an old XXX sweatshirt that, with the sleeves cut off, fit Chris like a grape skin. His chest was now so big parts of it even hung out the sleeve openings. Thankfully his feet did not get that much bigger so his shoes still fit. Kind of odd to see this giant of a muscle beast wearing tighter than skin tight clothes along with work appropriate black dress shoes. Bill reminded to Chris to grab his wallet out of his pants and to stop rubbing himself because the zipper in those shorts might burst.

From the split seam or two that kept popping while they made their way to the emergency room, it was clear that Chris was still growing muscles. He had to keep assuring Bill he wasn’t playing with himself but trying to make room for his dick in the crotch of his pants. Although secretly Chris liked the adjusting.

Things did not get better when they arrived at the hospital. While Chris was sure he had his insurance cards with him, they were no where to be found in his wallet. Stranger still, he couldn’t remember what company he was covered by, or even where he worked. Pleadingly he looked Bill in the eyes for help on that but Bill had to admit, while Chris constantly complained about work, he didn’t remember what the name of the place was. At least he had his driver’s license he could use as ID. He filled in a few forms, signed his name and they told him to wait.

Saturday Afternoon – 12:30 PM

While Chris and Bill were still freaking out about Chris’s continued growth, the hospital kept them waiting. On the list of ‘Emergency’ people with broken bones and heart attacks came before a gym bunny saying his muscles are growing all of a sudden. The chairs they sat in were already too small for Chris when they got there. In the meantime his legs were all the more pressed together in the chair.

“They’re not just getting darker man.” Bill said looking at Chris’s arm. “There are edges forming, they’re getting more defined. Shit, if I didn’t know better, it almost looks like really faded tattoos. Doesn’t it?”

Finding the term ‘muscle bound’ was in fact a real condition, Chris tried to hold his arm up in front of him to get a better look. Indeed what had at front appeared to be bruises were now looking like intricate tribal tattoos crossing his body. They started at both wrists and made their way up his arms. Pulling his shirt collar away he could see that they made their way around is pecs, almost circling them. The black bands appeared again coming out of the leg’s of his shorts, reaching all the way to the half calve point.

“How can I be getting tattooed….if I’m not sitting in a tattoo place? Where’s the bathroom?” Chris got up, wedging himself out of the chair and headed around the corner. He ran into the Men’s room quickly followed by Bill. For the second time that day he gasped at the changes that were happening to is body. He looked almost nothing like he had just 24 hours before. He looked hot, just massive god of muscle, but the face. While it was his it just had such a…stupid look to it. The jaw was bigger, the brows heavier, the nose a bit wider. At least there were no tattoos directly on his face. On the sides of his neck, yes, but not up to his face. Chris also thought he looked younger than before. A lot younger. Shouldn’t all these muscles make him look, like older? And his hair, it was so much darker. Chris had though it was only darker because he hadn’t washed it. Now it was almost black. “Man I’ve got too...” Chris said snapping the button at the top of his shorts, pulling down the zip and yanking out his cock.

“Are you crazy? They’ll call you any minute?”

“I’ve got to man, I’ve got too. The feeling, it’s just too much, I can’t help it. I look like an animal and Christ I feel like one too. But an animal made for fucking. Look at this cock.”

Bill was so focused on the full package he hadn’t noticed the 9 inch rod that was jutting out from Chris’s groin. There was no way he was ever going to be able to be fucked with that dick. The head was the size of an apple and the shaft snaked with veins. And even the tattoos had followed the trail there. Chris grabbed on but was having too much trouble reaching past all his muscles to get a good grip.

“Please Bill?”

Again with the pleading eyes. From behind the thick brow it looked more confused that worried. Without thinking of where they were and what they were about to do, Bill grabbed on to Chris’s cock, but couldn’t quite get his hands fully around it. The skin was loose, like a hood was growing back that had been circumcised off. Along with how sweaty Chris was, it made for an easy pump. It was an odd feeling to grab something that hard yet that giving at the same time. With the strained the increased muscle growth, Chris’s shell necklace stand snapped, sending the shells shooting across the room at the same time he shot his load.

Bill washed his hands as Chris tried to shove his cock back into his shorts. The bottom hem of Chris’s shirt no longer reached the top of the shorts. Still not from growing taller, but from growing out and pulling the shirt up. It left an enticing peek at the rock hard 8 pack that hung out of the gap slightly. The button at the top of the shorts no longer could be closed, so they had to prey the zipper would lock in place secure enough.

They still had a half hour’s wait before Chris was called in to see a Doctor. But again found he had to wait. This unnerved Chris all the more. He hadn’t thought about it while he was out there with Bill, but going through all this, he wasn’t sure how he’d have done it without the guy. He tried to look through the small glass windows on the emergency room doors to see if he could catch a glimpse of Bill, but he couldn’t. It sure would have made him feel more secure if he could. Needing something to do Chris got on the scale and, after figuring out how it worked, found he had gained another 15 pounds since that morning.

“Mr.……Newton? Are you Mr. Newton?” A Doctor said coming into the small curtained off area while holding a clip board.

“Ummmm, ahhh, I’m Chris, they told me to wait here.”

“Yes. So, explain to me what’s going on? I’m sort of unclear as to the problem”

“The problems?!??! I’m not this big!!! I weighted 190 something yesterday, I’m way over 250 now. And it’s all muscle. I have never been to a tattoo place in my life and look at this. It’s growing on me!!!”

“Uhh, huh.”

“My hair is brown, light brown, not black like it is now. And this is all getting worse by the hour.”

“Yes, well I see from this copy of a driver’s license that Christopher Newton should have brown hair and weigh around 190, and you’re saying this driver’s license is yours?”

“What are you talking about, of course that’s mine.” Chris grabbed his wallet, it was sitting nest to him on the bed since it no longer fit in his shorts. With thicker fingers than what used to dance across a computer keyboard Chris pulled out his driver’s license. But it was no longer, Chris Newton’s.

The picture on the card was of him, as he was now. Not as he had appeared yesterday and not how he had appeared when he gave the same card to the hospital staff member hours before. This one said his hair was black, and it was. Age was 21, not the 27 it was yesterday. His weight on the new card was at 287, still about 10 pounds from where he was now. Worst of all, for some freak ass reason, he had no last name. Just still his first name of Christopher. No wait, it was only Chirstophe. Like some dump fuck stripper at a club. How could something this wrong in info…feel right?

“Have you been taking any drugs… ‘Chris’?”

“Downed some wicked X last night. Best I’ve ever had.” Chris replied almost hypnotized by the card he was holding. It was like he was falling into the picture of his new self staring back at him.

“I see. Please wait here.”

While Chris was feeling really light headed and it was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate on things, he knew the second that curtain closed he had to get out of there. Luckily the Doctor had left the clipboard in the little holder outside the room. With so many people busy Chris was able to gab the sheets and leave without really anyone seeing him. Bill rose from his chair when he saw Chris tearing out of the emergency room, and was more than cornered when he kept on walking.

“What’s up, what they say is going on?”

“What they think is going on is they think I’m crazy or I’m trying to pull something. We’ve got to go.”

“Just like that? Without finding out what’s happening to you?”

“They’re calling the cops Bill. We’ve got to go.”

In the car Chris did his best to explain what had happened. He found the words fuzzy and had trouble completing his thoughts. But he got the story across well enough that Bill now understood why they had to leave. It wasn’t moving towards a happy ending.

“I’m even afraid to go back to my apartment. Don’t even know if I’ve got one. Let me check my….Bill!”

“What!”

“Let’s find some cash machine.” Chris said holding up his 7 credit cards.

Saturday Afternoon – 2:00 PM

While he still remembered his pin numbers, Chris and Bill made several stops draining the credit cards of every cash advance penny. Thousands and thousands came flipping out of the machines. So much so that Bill had to make several trips back to the car to stash the cash in the glove compartment since they didn’t have anything to carry it all in. On one trip back to the cash machine he found Chris leaning back against the building with a strange smile on his face.

“What’s up? Hit the limit?”

“Well, the card hasn’t but the back of my shorts have.” He said with a giggle. “I bent down to get the money out of the slot and RIPPPPPP! Think you can drain this last card and then we can hit a clothing store?”

“Sure man.”

“You are so great, Billy.”

“Billy?”

“I like Billy. Billy, Billy, Billy.” Chris said sort of sing song while Bill worked the machine. Strange was the optimum word for the day, but this was getting even weirder. While they had started off panicking over Chris’s bizarre muscle growth, now it was almost like two buddies hanging out. The urge to get Chris cured was being taken over with a need to get Chris clothed and set in his new life. And bill had to admit, hanging out with a muscle bull with a sweet personality was a lot more fun than the sour attitude on legs he used to have to deal with.

With the last card drained they counted out almost 40 thousand in cash shoved into Bill’s car. They also dug through Chris’s wallet and found a few checks, which Bill had him make out for as much as his, or rather his old self’s bank account was good for. If Chris didn’t have an old job, he’d need the money, but Chris was already forgetting the PIN numbers so, he figured it was best to have Chris write out the checks write out the checks now before he forgot even how to sign his old name so they could cash them during the week.

Saturday Afternoon – 3:30 PM

Bill ran into the stores first to see if they would have anything big enough. It was sort of hard to find places that would have clothes big enough for the new Chris. And while Chris now had an incredible body, he never had to buy clothes for it before. The forth place they stopped at looked good. At least they had a pair of stretch shorts that looked like they’d stretch enough for Chris to get into. Bill paid for them and ran them out to Chris. After spending several minutes trying to get out of the torn shorts and into the lyca shorts while still sitting in the passenger’s seat of Bill’s car, he gave up and gave in. Getting everything set Chris launched himself out of the car, ripped the shorts off and as quick as he could pull the lyca up his legs to cover himself again. While Chris got the crotch set, bill lent a hand by gabbing the back of the shorts and flipped the up over his massive ass. Giving it a pat when done, which got another set of giggles out of Chris.

They concentrated on a few basic pieces of clothes just to get hi through the day, but Chris kept drifting towards the more….expressive pieces. Coming into the store wearing the tighter than skin tight lyca briefs and the sweat shirt that also was stretched to the full extent, he like the reaction he got. The store certainly didn’t mind the muscle god parading around the dressing room area showing off the thongs and leggings for his boyfriend. Bill at first tried to bring Chris back down to reality but found himself more and more thinking that if Chris was going to be this stud, he might as well go for it. There had to be a reason why he looked like this now, why hide it.

The massive increase in mass that Chris had been gaining appeared to be slowing down, but now there were little details coming up. Like someone had gone in and sculpted little defined muscles around the larger masses, giving them even more impact to the viewer. Between the hanging pecs and the rock hard abs were smaller muscles that highlighted his rib cage. Above the huge ass and the broad back were smaller muscles detailing the lower back. What made it even more impressive was that the tattoos were not only perfectly formed now, they clearly were done with all these smaller muscles taken into consideration. While he could have looked merely like a roided out muscle freak, there was something almost artist about the way Chris was turning out. And then there was that face. The face of a tough shit kicker in the making, but with the smile of a child lighting it up.

The salesperson was really giving Chris the eye while they were paying, pretty much pissing off Bill. Only been dating the new Chris for a day and already he was getting cruised by other guys. Never happened with the old Chris.

“Don’t get a lot of guys in your size. You wouldn’t happen to be looking for job?” the guy asked while loading the bags full of their purchases. Both bill and Chris broke out laughing. “Well, here. Take this card. If you’re interested in a job check this gym out, ask for my buddy Blake. I think he’ll be able to help you.”

Saturday Afternoon – 5:00 PM

Chris had been standing in front of his old apartment building for 10 minutes just thinking. It was harder to do than before, and easier in some ways. He’d asked Bill to drive him back so he could pickup a few things. He wasn’t sure what, but it seemed like the right thing to do and ask. His old name was on the mailbox still and the keys on his key chain fit the door. But he couldn’t think of a reason to go in. He was running over in his mind what was up there but couldn’t think of anything he wanted. Maybe there’d be info on where he worked, but why bother, he couldn’t go back now. He had no idea what he used to do, how could he even hope to start up doing it again? No pets that would be abandoned. Clothes wouldn’t fit. Some shitty DVDs and CDs but he wasn’t sure he even liked those anymore. Didn’t need the furniture. Bill had been such a great guy already that day. Not like he could come down with a sofa or something to put in his car. Chris thinks he had a car around there somewhere. He had a car key and a driver’s license. But he wasn’t sure which it was now. Wasn’t even sure he knows how to drive that well anyway. He took his keys and the credit card that were now useless and tossed them into a near by garbage can. They weren’t his to deal with any more. Why go all that way up to an apartment that meant nothing to him any longer just for the pennies in his old change bowl. Why worry about credit card bill that are in someone else’s name?

“Shit, I’m hungry and could use a drink, or 20.”

Saturday Night – 7:30 PM

The easy choice between a restaurant that served dinks and a bar that served food was the bad. Both guys were stared but alcohol was needed. They found a place they’d used to think they might try, but were both too old for, even though they both used to be in their late 20’s. With Chris now being in his early 20’s, and the biggest muscle stud they’d even hope to see, they fit in much easier. It was loud and dark, with the dark being the important part.

Along with everything else on his body, Chris’s appetite certainly had grown. Two full plates of pasta and chicken he was picking at Bill’s food and polishing off the stale rolls.

“There’s still the saltines over here along with the Sweet N’ Low packets.”

“I’m sorry. Just so hungry. Let’s hit the floor.”

“No come on, you don’t dance.”

“I think we need to stop thinking of what Chris used to do and see what Christophe likes. Not that guy anymore. Let’s dance.”

“You go ahead. WAY to long a day for me.”

“OK, if you’re sure.”

Chris, or Christophe moved the table out, pulled his shirt off and sauntered off on to the dance floor. Where he was met with considerable encouragement.

Bill sat back and wondered at the new person he was now dealing with. The incredible musculature, the overwhelming about of tattoos, being 6 years younger than Bill was, all housing an childlike innocence that, well, didn’t need protecting but…. that’s when it really hit Bill. He was sitting here thinking about what their next steps were going to be. About how to set up a new life for this guy. And not thinking about running. Let’s face it, he had been planning on breaking it off with Chris so he could have just kicked Chris out when they woke up that morning when this all started. He could have just walked out of the emergency room leaving Chris behind to find out what was going on alone. Shit, he could have gone back to the car with thousands of dollars in the glove compartment leaving him on the street corner. And he could right now throw a few $20 on the table, get up and leave. Just walk away from all this.

But then Christophe caught his eye from the dance floor. And this smile broke out on his face when he saw that Bill was looking at him. Like he was happy to see him. Then he gave a little wave. Almost like a child would give a “look at me” wave. And Bill knew he wasn’t going anywhere without him.

Saturday Night – 9:45 PM

The lights where reflecting off the sweaty muscles on Christophe’s body like he was his own glitter ball. This jet black hair was pasted against his head but some of its curl was still there. He walked off the dance floor and grabbed the end of the table where Bill was still sitting.

“That was fun.”

“Looks like it.”

“This is going to be fun too.” Christophe said moving the table out farther than he would need to get into the booth. “You up for some risky fucking?”

“Man, I don’t…I mean not only here? In public? And, jeez I don’t know if I can handle your dick any longer, it’s so…”

“Again, need to stop thinking about what Chris would have wanted. Dancing makes Christophe horny.” He said moving in closer. All the while he was unsnapping the fly of his jeans and moving them down. “Christophe does the fucking, then only Christophe’s dick gets the action. Christophe gets fucked, both his hole and dick have fun. And that’s what Christophe wants.”

“We don’t have condoms”

“Bill, why are you hesitating to fuck this cherry ass?”

“Jesus, why am I?”

“Let’s do this.”

Bill quickly unzipped and pulled his pants down to his knees while still remaining seated in the booth. Christophe went in for some serious deep tongue kissing before moving the table out just a little more and positioning himself above Bill cock. The rivers of sweat that were running down his body easily lubed him for the fuck. Taking one last look around to make sure no one was giving them any undo attention, Christophe pull his ass cheeks apart and lowered himself down. Given the increased size of Christophe’s ass it was a bit of a strain to get Bill’s regular sized dick into the whole, but with some work and different angles, his head was popped past the ring and doing the job. Considering Christophe was sitting on his lap and between the lights of the club and Bill, he was almost totally in the dark. But the sensory gratification of having a giant of a bodybuilder ride his cock, only be able to smell his sweat, to hear his grunts, was a new level Bill had never dreamed of. Christophe pulled his cock out and almost knocked over their dinner plates on the floor with it. He reached over for his discarded shirt and used it to over up, still hoping with him sitting on Bill’s lap like he was, it would only seem that he was bobbing to the music, not getting fucked by the love of his life. Bill grabbed onto Christophe’s waist, barely getting his hands around the thick musculature, and helped bring him down farther onto his dick. In something they would find would become a regular quirk, Christophe started muttering Billy, Billy,Billy just before his shot off into his shirt, making Bill come at the same time. Christophe leaned back exhausted and then quickly moved over when Billy let him know he was sort of being crushed.

Saturday Night – 11:59 PM

In the last minute of the day and the last minute the program had to run, Bill lay quietly in his bed, Christophe next to him, arms wrapped around him like he was holding onto a life preserver. Billy holding onto Christophe like he had been given the world’s biggest teddy bear. Bill remembered having recently broken up with a real dick named Chris, and some how has lucked out meeting this sweet wet dream of a bodybuilder with the bizarre single name, coincidently, Christophe. But the two guys were nothing alike. And he couldn’t have been happier at the turnaround his life had taken.

Monday Morning – 10:45 AM

Glen has been sweating it out himself over the weekend to see if the latest program worked or not. But considering it was almost 11 and Chris had still not shown up for work, there was a good chance it did. Of course Chris was known for blowing off a Monday to deal with a hangover so, it really wasn’t till Wednesday when the rumor patrol started up that he felt more secure that Chris was gone for good. The company that was so eager to have hi back on the team to use his extensive client knowledge wasted no time in sending off a termination notice for job abandonment when he didn’t call in or show up on Thursday. It would gather dust along with soe very high credit card bills till Chris's landlord threw them out.

Glen wasn’t sure what ever happened to Chris, but he was out of the formula and that was the only important part. Now there was nothing left but to deal with the Kevin issue.

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