Jake Landry
patreon
Popularity Growth Part 02
🕑 Added 2019-08-26 01:49:13 +0000 UTCEd was finding it hard to concentrate the next day. His mind just kept going back to what had happened at the gym the day prior. Never in his life had he thought his body would change shape in such a drastic way in such a short time. Even as he stood in his apartment looking in his mirror, he could see his hefty belly pulled a few inches back. His clothes had even changed shape to adjust to the new changes. Each pair of pants was a bit smaller around the waist and the loop in the belt that he always used was one further back.
“So fucking weird,” he grinned. All these changes weren’t going to slow him down at all. If anything they only made him a bit more excited to workout. With the added height and no change in his weight, he could see each and every one of his muscles with a bit more definition. Being in the 220’s at 5’8” was kind of a lot. His doctor often told him he should start watching his weight or complications would start to come up sooner rather than later. Ed was only in his early thirties so the thought of heart disease or anything else was still a bit away.
He pulled up his khaki pants and put on a light blue polo. There was an interview at a new office and he felt like that was about the only nice clothes he had. Mostly it was what he wore to his parent’s Easter parties but it had it functions for other occasions as well. Seeing his new body in the clothes that always clung around his belly that was now clinging just as much to his chest, just made him want to snap a photo. It was so shallow and unimpressive but he was feeling like he looked really good today.
“What the hell?” he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture. “Might as well please some of the fans.” He cocked a grin at his joke even adding the caption, ‘off to an interview for a new job’. The idea of people actually liking him or caring about what he was doing; was still a bit off putting to him. That thought had long since vanished after he’d graduated high school and had to start searching for people outside of his immediate friend group or social circles. Going to bars and clubs was good for an easy lay but the number of women he had to chat with or approach was far greater than the number he ever took home. It was just getting to be too much work and staying in on Friday and Saturday nights was sounding more and more appealing.
Ordering some pizza and playing video games was so much easier. No stress. No rejection. Just some light fun with some friends. It’s what caused his belly to inflate so much. The years of football training and wrestling had always kept him skinny no matter how much he ate. But without that regimen, those dense muscles turned into loosed fat. It didn’t seem to turn off any of the guys pining after him though.
Ed pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he drove to the business. It was going to be another security gig where he would walk around the campus and just have to check on certain perimeter points to make sure no one who wasn’t supposed to be there was there. It wasn’t too hard of a job as long as the neighborhood around it was nice too. There were only a few incidents at his last job and they were mostly teens wanting to make out in the forest right on the edge of the facility. This one was in a different county but he figured it would be close to the same.
He stepped out of his truck and looked at the large industrial building. It blended in with everything else around it. He walked to through the parking lot, stretching out his body again. It suddenly felt oddly tight. Ed raised his arms to the sky and stretched all the way down his back. “That’s better,” he grinned. But his shirt had popped out of his khaki pants. “Shit,” he cursed then dodged the glass doors and put his back against the wall. “How’d that happen,” shoving the bottom of his shirt back into his pants. It didn’t seem to fit as well.
“Whatever. It’ll have to do.” There wasn’t enough time to go back home and get a different shirt on. Even if he had, he didn’t know if any of the other ones had been cleaned. Ed pushed through the front doors and greeted the receptionist. Her eyes seemed to trail his body, measuring each and every one of his contours. “Hey,” he smiled a bit uncomfortably. Being out of the game for so long, he wasn’t used to flirting.
“Hey,” she smiled back, pushing her breasts forward. “All you need to do is sign in. Mr. Stermi will be with you soon.” Ed couldn’t help but notice how she wiggled her shoulders back and forth, showing off even more.
“Okay,” Ed was still a bit stunned as he watched her bite the bottom of her lip. One of her hands seemed to have traveled a bit further down than it was supposed to. “Right!” he turned away, trying not to cause any trouble before even his first day might have started. He quickly took a seat and pulled up his FaceSpace profile. The website was perfect for sharing personal stories and photos to total strangers. And now that he seemed to have gotten close to 100 there were several comments wishing him luck and telling him how good he looked. So many new profile names that he hadn’t seen before were complimenting him that he couldn’t help but blush a little bit. Then he came across GrowthManiac’s comment. There seemed to have been a full conversation that was going on between him and a few other commenters.
“Mr. Watkins?” a voice called out to him, pulling him away from his phone. “Mr. Edward Watkins?” it was Mr. Stermi.
Ed jumped to attention. “Yes sir. Sorry sir,” he fumbled with his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. “Just thought it might take a little bit longer…”
Mr. Stermi didn’t seem impressed. He looked down his nose at the other man and turned around. Ed took to his feet and followed assuming the grumpy gesture was meant to say, ‘follow.’ “I see. And do you use your phone often?”
“No sir. Mostly for emergencies. It won’t be a problem. I promise.”
“Good,” Mr. Stermi replied. He opened his office door. “Sit.”
Ed did as he was told and took a seat in the leather chair facing Mr. Stermi’s desk. He was surprised to see that the other man hadn’t taken his seat yet. “So you used to work at NexLabTech?”
“Yes sir,” Ed said. He didn’t want to say too much.
“And why did you leave?”
“I was fired. They said something about me not making my rounds properly. Even though I’m not sure what they were talking about. Every night I did exactly what they told me.” There was no reason to lie about it.
“Is that so..?” Mr. Stermi asked. A hand seemed to have made its way to Ed’s shoulder, lightly rubbing it. “Those bastards seem to like to steal my talent. Maybe I should try doing it to them?”
“Sir?” Ed asked as he felt the gentle friendly rub turn into something more intimate. Both his hands seemed to be active as he rubbed deep into Ed’s back.
“Those bastards just don’t know how good they had it. I treated them well,” Mr. Stermi seemed to only be talking to himself. The rub seemed to be going lower onto Ed’s body. Ed didn’t know what to do. He felt like he should move. Get out of the older man’s grip, but it was almost like he was glued to the chair.
Ed gripped the arm rests as he felt his dick start to harden at the sensation. Mr. Stermi’s strong hands dug deep into each and every muscle, relaxing them. “Sir…” he tried to get the other man’s attention but Mr. Stermi was going off on some kind of tangent. Talking about how good the former employees had it. That he was better off without them.
“But I’m going to make sure to treat you right,” there was a strange flash of light that went across Mr. Stermi’s eyes as he changed his position around Ed’s body. The old man seemed to be a lot more flexible than Ed would have ever imagined as he lowered his body onto his knees. His hands rolled over Ed’s chest, down his abs and to his zipper, quickly unzipping it. A long monstrous cock flopped out.
“Mr. Stermi!” Ed tried to pull the other man out of the trance like state but there wasn’t anything getting to him. His tongue plopped out and starting licking all around the large member. “Mis-Mis-Mister…” It was hard to form thoughts as he felt the pleasure rolling through his body. Ed gripped the chair even tight but was still trying to push himself up from it. There was no use as he was firmly planted in it.
The older man seemed to be an expert as he inhaled the thick cock into his mouth. Without gagging, he continued to stimulate and suck at the sensitive member. Ed tried to fight off the pleasurable sensation but only found his hips bucking to it. With each buck it seemed to have only encouraged the stern old man. His tongue licked and lapped up any pre forming while stimulating all the right places. Ed couldn’t fight it off any more. The sensation was taking him over. His mind went blank as endorphins filled any logical part that might have resisted. He was enjoying himself.
A hand moved from the armrest of the chair and to the back of Mr. Stermi’s head. With a gentle push down he felt his cock dick deep into the other man’s throat. The sudden change and control sent him over and his hips bucked several times before he was finally finished. Even with the heavy loads, Mr. Stermi seemed to be able to take each and every one of them.
The daze slowly wore off and Mr. Stermi stood back up around the other side of his desk. He had a stern look as he stared off into the distance. “I trust this will remain between us?” Ed couldn’t help but notice the stain forming around Mr. Stermi’s crotch area.
“Yes sir,” equally embarrassed by what had just transpired.
“Good. You start tomorrow.”
“Wha—What?”
“You start tomorrow. Now get out before I change my mind.”
“Yes sir,” Ed replied. He stumbled with the zipped of his pants but was barely able to get it up. Though buttoning the button seemed to be impossible. He let his shirt hang out and try to cover it up. The receptionist was still busy smirking at him as she watched him leave. It was a bit uncomfortable as his pants seemed to be riding up his legs and the shirt he was wearing didn’t feel like it fit him quite right.
“The fuck’s going on?” he questioned as he pulled out his phone again. Something about seeing GrowthManiac’s name on his profile brought up a memory. He looked at the number of followers and it almost seemed to have doubled. The 60 or 70 was now closer to 150. Looking at the picture he’d taken that morning he almost could tell why. The light blue shirt was plastered against his muscular torso, sleeves strapped to his thick arms and even from a forward position he could see just how thick his ass was. There was no way thighs that thick couldn’t have an equally impressive ass right behind it.
He looked down at his body realizing the sudden growth. “Holy…” his mind went back to GrowthManiac. Using the find feature he was able to find him again. Instead of the 5 or 10 comment he was used to there were dozens more all commenting about how handsome and big he looked. But then there was GrowthManiac’s.
‘Good luck on your interview. Let’s see if you can get out of it without a blowjob.’ Followed by several laughing emojis.
‘You think a boss would give him a blowjob?’ someone else commented.
‘Wouldn’t you? I know I would have a tough time not doing it. Those big dense muscles barely even fit in his clothes. What do think is under them?’
Someone posted several blushing emojis, clearly thinking the same thing. Ed stared at his profile again, wondering what he’d just gotten into.
