Transition into the Role 4: Kevin
by Texzilla
Day One – Monday Morning
Glen had to admit to himself that he was feeling pretty damn good. The program for Kevin loaded overnight setting off the week’s worth of changes. He had panicked a little when we went back to complete his work for it, since he had to store it when he shifted his interest to Chris, but Glen was able to track it down, it looked a good, a couple of tweaks and it was subbed.
The changes weren’t going to be that dramatic, just enough to send Kevin’s life in a direction new enough that he would leave work the same way all the other guys did. Then Glen had though, fuck it, it’s Kevin. The whole reason he started all this. So the program was switched to making Kevin bigger and dumber than Chris, blonder than Blake, age down to 20, big enough a dick so it could do the thinking for him along with the balls needed to drive, height up to 6’3” along with being as gay as he could get, yea that sounded good. The blonde was one of his favorite parts since Kevin was currently a dark brunette like himself. That was going to be harder to hide and justify than the physical changes coming.
If there was one disappointment to all of this, for Glen it was that he couldn’t get a better seat to the changes. He really didn’t get to see Blake till the last day. Jesse at all till about a week later when he was leaving the lunchroom with his new mail room team. No one has seen or heard from Chris since the change. Then again, no one was missing Chris so no one was really looking. The best way glen could validate it was that while he hopes it didn’t cause them any pain, he sort of wished he could see them suffer the changes.
And there was a better chance for that with Kevin given the week’s work load. The Retirement file needed to be put together, verified and sent off by Friday, taking into consideration all the new populations they’d taken in during the last year. They had to make sure the right people were gathered, the wrong people were, and the right rates were sent to the right places. Best of all, this was going to be the situation where Glen would be able to run rings around Kevin, make him look like the useless goof he is and steal that Project Manager’s job out from under him. Glen was confident enough to know that he could get this job away from Kevin that week even without the spell being run. But wasn’t stupid enough to cancel it.
“You’re doing it wrong. You’ve got that pointed at the wrong population.” Glen said looking over Kevin’s shoulder as he completed working on part of their job.
“No that’s right.”
“You don’t look for the Union codes first then the coverages, you get the coverages first the exclude all the Unions.”
“Only if you want it to run twice as long as it needs to. Part of good project management is knowing where to save money.”
“Not if you have to run things twice, or three times to get things right.”
“Well the all knowing Glen has spoken. Who dares question the Guru.” Kevin muttered turning back to his computer.
Glen leaned over and whispered “I think you’re going to find this week there’s nothing you can do that I can’t do better.”
“Except look down and see you feet.”
“Getting personal, nice touch, the last resort of the truly immature.”
“All I’m saying is that years spent sitting in front of a computer might not have widened your chances at promotion but sure has widened you ass old man.” Kevin chuckled.
“Anytime you want to meet up in the gym, you just let me know. I’ll match you machine by machine. Unless you’re sure I can beat you at that like I run rings around your questionable system skills”
“If you want to finally get off this team by having a coronary that’s fine by me, I’ll write down the name of my gym and we can meet...”
“Oh no, neutral territory. How about the placed your old buddy Blake is working at? Be there by 6.”
This was perfect, Glen thought. Sure he might not be able to keep up with Kevin at the gym but shit, he’d be able to see the growth start, see the effects, get him hooked on working out and put him in line to hook up with Blake. By the end of the week they’ll be matching blonde beefcakes fucking their brains out, or what passes as brains, while Glen took care of business, literally.
Day One – Monday Night
Glen showed up early but found that Kevin had made it there even earlier. He had signed them up for a night’s work out, figuring that’s all they’d need to settle this. Kevin was looking forward to this night for almost the same reason’s Glen was, to show his new workout partner up. He knew Glen thought he was an idiot and didn’t deserve the promotion that was coming his way. But there was more to the job than just loading files and writing programs. You had to know how to work with people and how to deal with the clients, two things Glen had no experience with.
They changed into their workout clothes and started the workout. Kevin was already a bit impressed with what he saw of Glen while changing, had a lot more going for him than Kevin thought. Those polo shirts covered up a lot. But Kevin was also feeling pretty damn great and not letting some guy who could be his DAD show him up.
Glen had to figure it was the exhilaration at seeing the enchantment start to take shape that got his adrenaline going. He was doing a fair job of keeping up with Kevin. Even if the spell on his was helping out some. What he thought would only be an hour or so turned into a 4 hour marathon, with each machine being hit three or four times.
Eventually they came to the conclusion that Monday night was a draw, and they would try again some other night. After they hit the showers and were getting dressed they were suddenly joined by Blake, looking as blonde and healthy as ever. He said he had come into the dressing room to find the two maniacs who were trying to out lift each other all evening the whole gym was talking about, but was shocked as could be to find it was his old team mates.
Kevin was a little uneasy around Blake at first, only warming up after he said he could get the memberships for the month comped if they wanted to come back again. Both guys agreed, knowing they’d pick up the competition first chance they got.
Tuesday Afternoon – Day Two
The day had been spent which each guy trying to out do the other when it came to the project they were working on, N either one really seemed to be able to focus all that much, still thinking of the contest the night before and wondering how to bring up a rematch again.
Glen at first thought that Kevin’s hair was getting lighter, but it had to be the cheap overhead florescent bulbs they had started using in the building to save money. No one could focus well any more and it gave off weird contrasts. Even his own hair looked a lighter in it.
By late afternoon they were both still taking shots at each other, letting the work fall behind and thinking of nothing else but how to get the upper hand on the other. It was agreed that if they were going to get a free month at the gym, they should use it, and planned on meeting up there for another night’s work out competition.
Tuesday Night – Day Two
This time it was Glen who got to the gym first, and he was glad he did. Blake was there and was a fantastic help. He knew just how to show Glen how to use the machines for the maximum results. How to do things without straining. Glen in a strange way was almost proud of the changes he had made in Blake since the man was truly in his element now. And sure, Glen knew Blake was doing his salesman thing, trying to get Glen hooked on the place, but hell, it was Kevin who was going to be turning gay that week, Glen was already there. Getting all this attention from the new Blake certainly was worth it.
Kevin showed up soon enough and was pissed as could be that Glen got there first and Blake was lending him a hand. The two men started in on their rivalry again. One machine after another was used to its maximum. Blake stepped in after a while to at least get the guys to stop each other if they were going to continue, and gave them the pointers they needed.
By the end of the evening the guys were still trying to outdo each other, but acting ore like training partners. Although the closest they came to ‘encouraging’ each other were comments like “Yea, be a pussy and do half the reps I did.”
They hit the showers after their workout session again ended in a draw. Glen was surprised and how much Kevin had grown already. His back was much wider than before, legs thicker. The lighting in the locker room wasn’t much better than what they had at work since Glen’s hair still looked as light as Kevin’s. He really wanted to see that blonde start to come in. Kevin had to start admitting to himself that there was more to Glen than he thought too. The old guy had a pretty fair physique going for him, great arms and a chest that wasn’t something you’d usually find on a computer tech. As for his comment the previous day about Glen’s ass, well, he’d take it back if he had to since that was more muscular than flab. Guess he just had to see it out of his work dress pants.
Glen all but ran out of the gym after showering quickly, making a mental note to complain to Blake or what even manager he could find that the high moisture content of the air had made his clothes shrink some while they were hanging in the locker. Sure it was a gym and they had a steam bath, but the run off didn’t need to shrink his pants till the legs ended just above his ankles. Kevin stayed behind to really get a good hot soak. The warm water felt great and all the physical excursion was getting him off. He had only just started to stroke himself off when a hand reached around and grabbed his dick. He turned around enough to see that Blake had joined him in the shower, but not enough to break his contact. Blake muttered something about how nice it was that they were working together on a project and moved Kevin’s back up against the tiled shower wall. Blake continued to stroke Kevin off with ht e one hand, while reaching up and playing with his nipple with the other. Kevin was too into the moment for the reality of having a man he used to work with masturbate him, but then Blake had always been a buddy…. Blake had learned a few tricks in his couple of weeks at the gym. With his tender touch and smooth moves, he kept Kevin going for almost 20 minutes before he shot. Snapping back to reality Kevin cleaned up quickly and left as if the distance he could put between himself and Blake would lessen the truth of what just happened.
Early Wednesday morning – Day Three
After spending a couple of hours logged into work from home, Glen had gone to sleep, only to be woken up at around 3 in the morning with of all things a wet dream. The man was in his 40s and here he was, waking up with a giant hard on and cum all over the sheets. He muttered to himself that at least it would have been nice to remember what the dream was, but when he flipped on the light in his bathroom, he found it must have been a nightmare.
Blonde hair. Giant muscles. Head about 3 inches higher than it was before. And he looked about 30 instead of his mid 40’s. The enchantment was hitting him too. There could be no other reason. Glen had seen some changes in Kevin so he knew it was effecting him like it should. But somehow, the same changes were happening to him too. And he knew they weren’t over with yet.
Glen ran back into his living room where he had his laptop set up and logged back into work. While he was waiting for everything to come on line he couldn’t help check himself out while he sat there. The arms were great, big hard biceps, thickly veined like he had always seen in the muscle mags. The small chair he used couldn’t really keep both his ass cheeks on it. Best of all, while his cock had gotten softer when the panic set it, it didn’t exactly get any smaller. The next bush of blonde hair over it was cool too. Glen had been running his fingers through the wiry hairs for 5 minutes before he realized the computer was set and he was in the system.
For hours he dug around looking for the program that was running, but it wasn’t where it should have been. Wasn’t where the others had been left to run. Glen tried every trick in the book that he remembered and still couldn’t find it. But that was also the problem. Glen knew that there was more places to look, more areas to check out, but couldn’t think of them. He had lowered Kevin’s IQ quite a bit and…shit he had to find it.
Still later Glen had given up trying to either find the current program or create a new one to stop the change. He concentrated on looking up more details on the original spell. Like was there a trick to it? Could it only be used a certain amount of times before it came back to haunt the person using it? Was there a way to break it? It’s not that he found nothing, it’s that all he found made the spell seem pretty fool proof. He kind of remembered that this was why he picked it in the first place, because nothing was supposed to have gone wrong.
Almost absentmindedly Glen had started stroking himself off while he sat there digging through one web site after another. And it wasn’t even porn he was getting off on. Just the feeling of beginning to live in this new body. He’s never been this fit even when he was in his 30’s, or even 20’s. A wave of terror would hit hi when he thought that by Friday he was going to be back in his 20’s again, but then the sensation of stroking his new cock distracted him away from that. With the blonde hair came a lighter completion. His old dick had been a little on the brown side, but this one was nice and pink, with a head that was getting more ruby red by the heart beat. Glen’s also marveled at his balls, big and heavy pulling his sack down, also covered in wiry blonde hairs. When Glen would clench his ass he found himself rising an inch or two thanks to the gained muscles in his butt getting hard. His cuming hit so fast he couldn’t prepare for it, so his laptop got a sperm christening. Shit, and it wasn’t even his but a loaner from work.
Thinking of work he remembered to call in and let his boss know he was going to be working for home that day. Glen tried his best too but couldn’t concentrate, half do to the panic, the other thanks to the enchantment. His calls to Kevin went unanswered.
Wednesday Late morning – Day Three
Kevin had blown off work completely. If he noticed the changes that were taking place, doing so only made him want to work out more. He was getting the feeling of power and freedom he never achieved from school or work. Every movement was like taking a hit off one of those lame ass energy drinks he lived off of when he stayed late to impress Kate with his dedication. Which wasn’t so much dedication as it was getting in good with Kate. Why did he do that anyway?
Kevin used everything that Blake had shown him the night before. Moving from one area to the next. Keeping an eye on his progression in the mirror. Almost wished Glen was there to help him. The original plan was just to work out a couple of hours then head in but shit, it was already noon. If he had been here that long, might as well stay a bit longer. Blake hadn’t shown up yet and he wanted to get a few more tips. And Kevin had called Glen’s desk and left a message that he was going to be late, so he was sure things were covered.
Kevin had been working out several hours when Blake came into the gym. He had planned on just running in, grabbing something from his locker and running out again, but stopped over by Kevin when he saw him working out again. Except Kevin was so into the moment of the pump he was getting, he didn’t even hear Blake at first, or see his reflection in the mirrored wall Kevin was hypnotized by.
“Dude, just how into this workout are you?”
That broke Kevin’s concentration. Blake went wild over how dedicated Kevin had become that week to working out, pumping up and how it showed. There just must have been something about the place since, shit, look at him. Blake asked where Kevin’s partner was, but Kevin quickly corrected him that Glen wasn’t his partner, well maybe his workout partner, and training buddy, but that’s as far as it went. Actually he was there hoping to get a bit of an advantage over Glen by putting in a few extra hours while Glen was at work.
Blake would check in from time to time, not really spotting Kevin like Glen had been doing, but letting his hands linger on Kevin’s elbow when lifting, the small of his back while doing squats and just being there, behind Kevin in the mirror. A smile on his lips and an encouraging word in Kevin’s ear. But it was getting later than Kevin had planned. He had wanted to spend a few hours in the gym then log back into work from his apartment. Still the ‘just a few more pumps’ kept hi there much later than he had wanted. Again Blake was there when he was heading back to the locker room to change, with a smile on his face and a health drink in his hands. A little small talk got Kevin taking a quick break before leaving to replenish his electrolytes and join in a little small talk with Blake in his ‘office’. It was just a side room with an almost empty desk, but it’s where Blake did not of his work that he couldn’t do on the gym floor. Certainly a big change from the cubicle he used to work out of.
“You keep this up, you should really think about going professional.” Blake said leaning back in his chair.
“Professional what?”
“Professional bodybuilder. We’ve got a couple guys who are regulars here. You’re catching up to them. Shit, you passed at least one already and you’re not even in training condition. I mean, look at you.” Blake got up, stood Kevin up, made him face the full length mirror on the wall and pulled his short off. He let out a low whistle when Kevin started nervously flexing his muscles.
“I guess I have made some progress.”
“Some progress. Look at those pecs man. The hang on the in incredible. Sheer muscle till the drop off and shit, just solid. With your nipples just perfectly placed on the lower quarter like that. Not to high so it looks like you’ve got implants. Not too low so it looks like an udder. Great 8 pack. Arms and shoulders, how to you get your shirts to fit anymore?”
“They don’t I have to tear the sleeves.”
“Don’t doubt it. Let’s see the legs and the glutes.” Blake said tugging at Kevin’s sweatpants and pealing them down. “Incredible. Those calves….fuck man, that’s why the call them CAVLES!! My Mom used to serve a Thanksgiving ham for my Dad, my 6 brother sand myself that was smaller. How’s that ass doing? Like a rock but, still a little flabby.”
“Nah really. Look how tense I can get it.” Kevin said turning around and clenching his ass till it moved under his shorts like it had a life of its own.
“Let’s get a better look.” Blake yanked down the underwear to his knees and grabbed the young bodybuilder’s ass with his hands. It wasn’t a workout partner’s grab, or a trainer’s grab either. It sent a signal that Kevin wasn’t sure about at first. Oh he understood the message being sent, just not if he wanted to receive it, so to speak. With a little massaging, Kevin found himself moving his legs farther and farther apart. He stretched out an arm till he was bracing himself on the wall, turned around and gave Blake a look he needed even need to see. He knew Kevin was ready.
Considering he had just commented that Kevin’s ass was still a little flabby, Blake kept it to himself that he was having issues spreading that same ass apart so he could stick his dick up between it. With a gentle suggestion of “unclench” Kevin loosened up enough that, with a little effort, Blake could get his cock between the rock hard mounds and into the hole. Kevin’s clinching again wasn’t that welcomed at this point, but he let go quick enough as not to deter Blake’s fuck.
He took it slow at first, letting Kevin get used to it. Not really knowing it was Kevin’s first time. The deep grunts from Kevin was no different that what he was making out on the gym floor, with just as much of an undertone of pleasure as he made on the gym floor. The sweat on both men started to stream down as Blake picked up the pace and really started slamming himself into Kevin’s ass. Blake sot into Kevin’s ass, giving it a few extra jerks to make sure it was all in the before pulling out. Kevin still faced the wall, hand propping himself up as his other hand finished jerking himself off, spraying all over the floor, the last few dribbling landing in is suspended shorts.
Both en were breathing heavy, but smiling as the quickly cleaned up. Kevin trained to gather himself up well enough to no just look like he had the fucking of his life before he left the room to head tot hw shower. Blake collapsed in his chair, loving his new job…..
….when five minutes later there was a knock on the door and Glen poked his head in.
“Blake, someone said they saw Kevin come in here. Is he here?”
“Glen? Shit look at you. You’re looking great, get in here. Sorry for the shortness of breath, just had a work out.”
“Oh yea, understand. Been getting a good workout this week too. But is Kevin in here.”
“Uhhhhm Glen, this room is 6 feet by 6 feet, do you see Kevin?”
“Oh I guess not. I’ll check the...”
“No wait, stay. He was here but he left. We were talking about him maybe becoming a professional bodybuilder.”
“Really? Do you think he could do that? Do you think I could do that? Cause if he can do it, I should be able to.”
“Don’t know with all those clothes on. Stand over here, let’s get that shirt off.”
As Kevin had done, Glen stood in front of the full length mirror and took his shits off, then dropped his sweatpants to show off his legs. The hopeful look in his eyes as Blake checked him out was almost pathetic, but he really wanted to beat Kevin at this.
“Man, I never noticed how much you two looked alike. And with what ever the two of you are using in your hair for these blonde highlights, it’s even more. Got to say man, you’ve come a lot father than Kevin, but I think he’s a little father ahead. Just a little.”
“Really, ahh man, how can that be? There shouldn’t be a difference.”
“Well everyone’s different Glen. You guys are really competitive aren’t you? Take Kevin’s ass, his seemed a little flabby still, but yours is a lot more defined.”
“I wasn’t going to spend any time here, just looking for Kevin. But if he’s getting ahead of me I should it the floor and start pumping. Oh, since we’re here and my ass is out, you wouldn’t want to fuck me would you.”
“Uh..hwat?”
“Want to fuck me? Seriously Blake I’ve wanted you to plow this ass since you joined the team. Ain’t it good enough for you now?”
“See that puddle on the floor. Line up and spread ‘um”
There was just something about the matter of fact way that Glen had asked to be fucked that both threw Blake for a loop, and really turned hi on. After so many guys playing with hi, teasing with the idea, making it seem like it wasn’t what they wanted, here was someone that just up and asked for it. Even though he was pretty well spent, Blake wanted to repay the refreshing honesty with the fuck that was requested. He even found himself getting hard faster than he did with Kevin just minutes before. And having just used his dick to fuck a guy, it was still a little raw and sensitive, which made it feel all the better. Glen didn’t moan and grunt as much as Kevin, but he did come out with a steam of “oh yea, right there, that’s it” like a nonstop freight train. Fucking a new ass was something special, fucking an ass that wanted it this much was the best though. This time, it was the fuckee, Glen who shot first, but Blake could be forgiven for taking a minute or two longer given it was his second load in 20 minutes.
And as before, Blake sat back down in his chair to catch his breath as his fuck buddy headed out, but this time, to the gym to start pumping.
Glen couldn’t get over how Blake said that Kevin looked bigger than him. The spell should work the same on both of them. Technically even if they did nothing, they should come out the same. Or would they? In the back of Glen’s mind he thought of something. He had set the program to increase muscle mass by a certain percent. He thinks something like 75%. So since the program runs all week, if they work out during that time, each pump is ore than just a pump. It’s almost a pump and... what would 75% be... a half...3/4ths? And the pump after that it a pump plus more than the previous. Could that be why they're turning out bigger than he planned? Could that be why it’s so addictive? A thought that borderlines on panic crossed Glen’s mind, till he say himself in the mirror. Hand size dumbbells in his grip, up and down really blasting his biceps. Yea, let’s see Kevin have the better build after all this…..
Thursday Morning – Day Four
While they had been rivals and still weren’t that sure of each other, Kevin and glen couldn’t help but start laughing when they met up outside the gym the next morning at 10 AM. As if to further their rivalry each took hold of one of the gym door and waiting till the owner unlocked them fro the inside so they’d each be the first to enter the gym first that day. They didn’t even need to communicate with each other verbally anymore. Each knew they were going to get changed and start their routine.
It was almost 3 in the afternoon when Blake showed up. He didn’t mention the duel fuck sessions he had with the guys the day before. He figured if they told each other that was their business, if not, it was their secret. He did make sure to comment, much to his continued surprise, how great they looked. Even calming glen’s paranoia that Kevin was surpassing him by showing how each man was almost equal to the other. They were getting to be like twins. Still had their own faces but, everything else was matching up. Their heights, their builds, their skin tones even their hairs was a shade short of white blonde. It would be spooky if it wasn’t so hot, Blake found himself thinking. He also thought about why he showed up at the gym at that time.
“You guys almost done? Think you can take a break for a few hours? Make about $300 cash…each… the IRS will never know about?”
“How can you make $300 cash in the middle….Blake you’re not doing drugs?” Glen asked.
“No man, all perfectly legal. Mind if I check something?” Blake said grabbing the front of Kevin’s sweat pants and pulling them foreword. Then did the same for Glen’s.
“You checking out our dicks?”
“Guys, the whole gym can check out your dicks through these pants. I’m checking the soil of your jock. Nice and sweaty, just like the old man likes. Want to have your picture taken?”
Blake grabbed a couple of jockstraps from his locker and they headed out across town. Blake explained there was an old guy, used to be a photographer, paid the guys to come in, pose a bit, maybe play dress up and have their pictures taken. Not even have to get 100% nude and no sex. The guy even paid cash up front.
After pulling into one of the nicer areas of the city, and being let into one of the nicer brownstones, the three giant blonde musclemen were shown into the makeshift studio their…employer for the hour had set up. He was an older man, into his late 60’s. The walls were covered with his work, famous starts from the late 50’s through the 80’s. Kevin whispered to Blake that for a man who paid guys to come in and take their clothes of to be photographed, there certainly weren’t any pictures of guys on the walls. Blake answered back in his normal baritone rumble, since the photographer was all but deaf, that some of the guys had a theory that there wasn’t any film in the camera anyway. It was all show so he could just ogle for an hour or so. Still, basically harmless though.
The three bodybuilders stripped down to the jockstraps, Blake being correct that the sweat stains on the guy’s jocks were most appreciated. One of them would pose for the camera for a while, then the other, then the third. Blake was amazed all the ore at how gigantic the two guys were. His initial reference to becoming professional bodybuilders was, admittedly, a ruse to get them into the office. But it was true. Some how, just working out as intensely as they had that week, the two guys really crossed the line into serious muscle manic territory. Kevin looked more like a real man than just a college kid who stayed healthy. And Glen looked 20 years younger.
When the photographer would snap a shot, the light would just bounce off the guys like nothing he had seen before,. The old man loved these new boys. Blake was incredible but there other two with him. Never in his decades of photography had he been given the chance to photograph such prime subjects. Why, after just seeing them, he knew this was a situation that called for film in the camera, proving Blake’s theory right.
After the bare physique shots, always leaving the jocks on, they moved into the fantasy section. The old man had trucks and trucks of costumes for the guys to try. While they had all been previously used, time and time again, they were also in pristine condition. Football uniforms, wrestling singlets, sailor outfits, knock off superhero costumes. The only sets that had three of the same were the sailor outfits, and the all fit too. But the guys had taken so long to find them and get dressed, they found the old man asleep in one of his large sofa chairs.
“Do we wake him up?” Kevin asked.
“Let’s let him sleep a little. I think we were too much for him.” Blake said laughing a bit. “Beside, we haven’t been paid in full yet.” Glen asked what he meant but Blake just smiled. “But what will we do till he wakes up again. Done playing dress up..”
“You could fuck me again.” glen said pulling off his starch white sailor pants.
“What? When did he fuck you? He fucked me yesterday.” Kevin asked shocked at the revelation.
“That's when he fucked me. Blake!!”
“Hey what can I say? It was a busy day.”
“Shit, well, he might have fucked you first, but he’s going to fuck twice first.”Glen said turning around and bending over one of the clothes trunks.
“Boys, you’re making me feel so cheap.”
“You want to feel cheap or you want another piece of this ass Blake?”
“I’ll take the ass.” Blake said pulling down the front of his sailor pants and heading over to Glen. He had to have been mistaken, Blake though as he wedged his fingers between the ass checks and started fingering Glen’s hole. This ass was even bigger than the day before. Bigger than Kevin’s was and glen was behind Kevin in the ass muscles department. Maybe it was just the moment, the different setting. But when his dick entered, the tightness certainly wasn’t something he ran in the day before. He’d have remembered something this incredible.
“Ok partner. He can fuck you twice, but I get to fuck him first.” Kevin said moving in behind Blake and pulling Blake’s pants down the rest of the way. Blake didn’t even think about protesting, he was too busy positioning himself so that when Kevin entered, and with the size of his dick ‘entered’ was the word, Blake wouldn’t pull out of Glen. It took a few seconds, a bit of give and take but soon three huge blonde bodybuilders were fucking each other’s brains out. Almost literally given the spell two were under. The fact that they should be at work or working from home didn’t even enter either of the guy’s minds. Just the need to keep pumping up, to keep beating the other to the growth spurt, to get more defined and to get their rocks off. They were living so much in the moment that they hadn’t even noticed the photographer had woken up and was clicking away as their fucking continued. The photographer didn’t even mind how much of his collection was going to be needing dry cleaning from all the cum that was being shot all over it.
Long after they were done, cleaned up and getting ready to leave, Blake whispered to the guys “You two have REALLY out grown your work out wear. Till we can get you suited up in some finer gear, suit up with something from is collection. I’ll negotiate.”
Kevin and glen started sorting through the tights and muscle shirts while Blake turned his attention to the photographer. “Uhh, Jerry… the guys are going to borrow some of your work out clothes. Just for a few days. They need some better workout gear and can’t come up with the money to buy their own right now.”
“Just gave them $300 each, don’t see why they can’t…”
“Jerry, they’re going to be wearing the clothes. For several days. Like when they get out of the shower after their daily work out at the gym. When they get home from clubbing all night long. It’s going to get nice and sweaty in those few days. I’m sure $100, each will settle the matter.”
“$75.” Jerry countered.
“OK, $75. That sound good to you guys.” Blake asked Kevin and Glen as they came out of the costume area looking like prime bodybuilders suited up for action.
“That’s a big chunk of the change we just made...” Glen mumbled starting to count out the $75 from this share.
“Oh no, you don’t understand…” Blake started to say.
“Here” Jerry the photographer said handing both Kevin and Glen $75. “Don’t wash those or I’m going to want that money back.”
Glen and Kevin were shocked that ‘they were in a situation where they were going to be PAID for soiling some perfectly good muscle wear. Life was good. Till the each got hoe and heard the message on their answering machines. It was fro their new manager.
The file they were supposed to send out didn’t go out on time, and was incorrect when it did. They hadn’t called in that day and were all but fired. They were to meet with a Human Resource manager in the morning to discuss their future with the company. But as of that phone call, they were off the team.
Friday Morning – Day Five
Kevin and Glen both knew the meeting had not gone well, but at the same time, they really weren’t sure why it hadn’t gone well. They knew they were almost fired. They knew they were off the team. They knew they were going to be making A LOT less money. But they still had jobs. Someone had worked as an advocate for them. While they had lot the company THOUSANDS due to this mix up, it was decided that the rate of attrition was too high to lose two ore long time employees. So they would work much more simpler jobs. It sounded less stressful. They had already discussed Glen selling his condo and moving in with Kevin. Not as a couple but so they would be able ti work out together, match each other’s growth and follow up on this idea of being professional bodybuilders together. And they were going to make a lot of money doing that, so they didn’t need the money from their old jobs anyway. Besides, where they were heading they should get to work with..
“Hey Jesse!!” Kevin shouted seeing their old boss standing on the mailing room dock. He turned around and a smile lit up his face as he saw the two giant blonde bodybuilders walking over to him.
“Oh man look at you two!!! Welcome to the Mailroom boys!! You’re looking great. Almost like twins!!”
“Great to see you again. Great to be working with you again.”
“Oh you boys are going to love it down here. The hours are great. So much easier work load. Incoming mail gets distributed, out going mail just goes out. Simple. Not like before with all those reports. All those queries and jobs to run. Wasn’t that confusing?”
“Not at the time, but it sure does seem so now.” Glen said still smiling innocently.
“I’m sure. Do you know that I used to get a list of jobs that ran every week and I’d have to research them to make sure it was profitable for them to run? And that if a job didn’t look familiar, or didn’t see right I’d have to research it to figure out what it did?”
“No really? That sounds like a pain. Did you ever find anything interesting?”
“Not so that you’d know, any more, Glen. Tell you what guys, go talk to Carlos over there. He’ll start showing you around.”
“Where’d you get that tattoo on your arm Jesse, is that new?”
“Oh it is. Ran out of things to pierce. Our UPS man turned me onto them. Well not really the UPS man, sort of his assistant. Loads and unloads the truck but wouldn’t be a good idea for him to drive it. Big guy, heart of gold but…not too bright. You guys will like him though. Lot’s in common. I’ll introduce you to Christophe when he swings by.”
“OK” they said as they headed off across the dock.
“Yea I bet you didn’t know about the list of programs I got Glen.” Jesse thought as he headed back to his office and his computer. He clicked a few screens and brought up a familiar program. “That’s how I was able to find what you did to Chris. Too late to stop that. Could have stopped you from doing that to Kevin but, shit, I need company down here. And you yourself could have stopped it from happening to both of you and Kevin by just not subbing the program. But you did, and the link I added to it made you go through what ever it was you planned for Kevin too. Now I’ve got you out of the way without the brains to run this program/spell on anyone else, maybe not even smart enough to remember you ever did it. Which leaves me free to start making a few changes around here that I think need to be made. I think soon enough, the ‘Mail Room’ is going to become the ‘Male Room.’
Jesse brought up the personal info of a manager he once had that he remembered drove him crazy. So many options…
END