You Can Changes Things.

You can changes things.

I want to be as big as you.

That would be great.

Ok

How about I make you a bit bigger?

Yes!

There.

You are bigger than me.

By about 50 pounds.

Happy?

High and tight.

Nice.

Wait.

I thought it was shorter when I first looked.

Yeah it’s longer than normal.

I like how it stands straight up with no product in there.

Whoa

What the hell.

Yeah, it certainly is a look.

That’s enough.

Please.

Really

Stop

This is ridiculous. 

From pretty boy to brute.

(47)

More beard  lengthening morph fun. 

Michal (Germany)

I feel strange.

Hot.

You gave me what?

I’m already bigger than you and you want me bigger?

Oh god. This is big. I don’t want to hurt you in bed.

I’m not done?

Wtf Jerry.

Damn.

New Year Review

for Chroniweek by @agmsye​

Ken was a bit nervous as he sat down in front of his computer. It’d been a while since he’d actually talked to his boss and doing it over the internet was always so uncomfortable. There was just something so informal about it. And with how many things could possibly go wrong, that only made it all the worse. However, he had to do it.

He booted up the program his boss told him to and then waited for the call to start. It rang almost instantly, startling Ken. He quickly pressed the accept call button and his boss’ face appeared on the screen. “Hello Mr. Stanton.”

“Hello there Ken. How are you today?” Mr. Stanton said. Despite being a bit older of a man, Mr. Stanton had kept an incredibly handsome face. It must have been all the working out he did as his fit body also caught the attention of all the women and even some of the men in the office. Somehow, the old man seemed to have kept everything together, which was more than Ken could say.

He’d been slowly adding more and more weight onto his frame. And with the ability to stay home all the time, he’d taken complete advantage of it, compounding the problem. “Go-ood,” Ken answered. “I’m doing good. How are you?”

“Fantastic,” Mr. Stanton smiled. His full white beard seemed to upturn, extenuating his handsome smile. And the confidence he exuded only helped to put Ken at ease. “But I think you know why I’m calling. We need a report over what has been happening over the last year. Mind you, I know you’ve been doing a wonderful job. However, I still need to report it. Understand?”

“Yeah,” Ken confirmed. But when he heard Mr. Stanton start typing something he quickly changed it to, “Yes sir.”

“Very good,” Mr. Stanton said. He had a strange almost knowing look about him. Almost like he was staring all the way through Ken. “Now, I must also say, if at any point in this conversation you feel uncomfortable, simply say so and I’ll move onto the next question. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Ken said. It came more naturally this time.

“Very good. Now, you’ve been with us for five years now?”

“Yes sir,” Ken answered.

“This year has been quite different than any other. How has this affected you? Good or bad,” Mr. Stanton asked.

Ken let out a bit of a gulp. How could he already be feeling uncomfortable? It was the first question, yet he was already starting to sweat. Maybe it’d been because Mr. Stanton was already typing. Almost like he was judging Ken before he was even able to give an answer. “G-good,” Ken forced out his answer. A bit of a pit formed in his stomach as he said it. Was this what his boss would want to hear? But he also felt like he shouldn’t lie. “I’m able to keep a better work life balance. You know? I don’t have to spend 45 minutes in traffic in the morning and evening and I can do just about everything I need to from this computer.”

Mr. Stanton was still busy typing away. A devious smile seemed to took over his more disarming one. “Oh? And you’ve been using that time to be more productive?”

“Of course,” Ken said.

“I can see that.” Mr. Stanton added a wink to his statement.

“S-sir?” Ken was sweating even more. He felt like it was starting to run through his undershirt and onto his dress shirt. He pulled at the collar trying to let some air in, but his entire body felt a bit weird. Almost like his clothes didn’t quite fit him right. And even stranger, very sensitive.

Mr. Stanton finally stopped typing for a second. “Sorry, this dirty old dog tends to notice stuff like that.”

Still Ken was a bit confused. This wasn’t exactly the kind of talk he was expecting, but the way his boss was looking at him, for some reason he wasn’t really against it either. Part of him actually was enjoying it. Ken squirmed a little in his seat as he felt that discomfortable feeling grow. He bit his lower lip trying to contain himself.

“You’ve been using that time to work out,” Mr. Stanton continued. “It looks good.”

“Working out??” Ken looked around for a second, unsure what his boss was saying. Yet, at the same time, there was still the discomfort he was feeling all over his body. Over the last year, his clothes had been starting to get a bit tighter. They strained around his growing belly so he’d wear sweats and bigger clothing around the house. Even as he put his dress pants and button up shirt on this morning, he had to suck in pretty hard to be able to get those bottom buttons buttoned. It was the same with his pants. Yet, now they didn’t. If anything, they almost felt like they were hugging his body in different places.

“I—”

“No need to be modest boy. I can tell you’ve been training incredibly hard. Just, if we come back to the office, you’ll have to find something that fits a bit better,” Mr. Stanton laughed. “Not that I mind, mind you.”

Ken felt a smile peak out of the corner of his mouth. Never in his life had a boss ever been this brazen with him. But the natural and familial way he spoke put him at ease. Though, the tightness of his shirt was getting to him again. He pulled at the collar. It felt tight around his neck. His fingers could barely even squeeze in there.

“Are you uncomfortable?” his boss asked.

“Uhhh…” Ken felt himself sweating a bit more. “A bit…” he answered.

“Well, I know being out of the office you’ve probably undergone a few changes to how you dress. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

Ken felt like he choked on something and let out a bit of a cough. “Sir?” he pried for conformation, but his boss simply sat there. Mr. Stanton’s fingers interlocked as he stared at the screen watching him with full intent. The silence seemed to answer him. Slowly, Ken started to unbutton his shirt. Starting from the top, he set himself free. The first button allowed him to breath again. Then the second allowed him to feel at ease. No more pressure squeezing at his firm chest. But Ken continued.

Each button removed made him feel more comfortable. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. He let out a heavy breath as the shirt came undone, quickly sliding it off his thick arms. Looking down, he almost wondered how they were able to fit inside the sleeves. He’d been working out a while now and they’d developed into some real machines.

“There you go,” Mr. Stanton said. He quickly started typing away again. “You look so much better than I expected.” The compliment made his heart sore. And at the same time his dick started to harden. Ken squirmed in his chair, trying desperately not to take the praise too inappropriately. But Mr. Stanton noticed. “Are you still uncomfortable?” There was an almost knowing smile on the older man.

Instantly, Ken straightened up. His massive legs slammed together, causing a bit of pain to what was between them. “No sir,” he squeaked as the pain ran through him.

“Now,” Mr. Stanton’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t like it when my employees lie to me. Are you still uncomfortable?”

“Yes sir…” Ken admitted. His posture slouched. He didn’t like being called out like this.

“Then go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Any way you see fit.”

Ken looked at the screen for assurance. His boss simply nodded at him. Ken’s hands went to his belt, undoing it. Then he undid the rest of his pants and dropped them around his ankles. A bit of a cold breeze ran against his legs. However, he noticed that he wasn’t wearing underwear, rather a dirty jock strap. But his mind quickly squashed the discrepancy as he knew nothing else would be able to properly contain it.

His hand pawed at his crotch. “MMPH” Ken grunted at the feeling. Every one of his muscles tightened at the sensation. It felt better than usual. He fished it out of the jock. “Woah…” he smiled at his own size. Somehow it felt gigantic. Even with his massive hand, he felt like he could barely control what was between his legs. A dazed look came over his face as he began to stroke the solid 10 inches.

Every stroke made him drift off just a little bit more. His other hand explored his body, feeling his strong muscles. They felt more sensitive than usual. His cock throbbed at the tingling running through his body. Ken bit on his lip to keep himself going. But nature was rapidly taking hold on him. He could only hold it back for so long. He focused more on the tip. “Oh gawd!” he cried out.

It came faster than he expected, coating the computer in front of him. He let out a heavy sigh, then straightened back up when he realized his boss was still on the other side of the screen. “Very nice,” Mr. Stanton smiled. “Are you feeling more comfortable now?” Ken nodded. “Well, I’m glad. But…” he paused for a second, “with a show like that I’d be a little disappointed if you didn’t come back into the office.” And added a wink.

“Well,” Ken felt his face burn red. Then quickly added. “We can still talk about it.”

“I hope so,” Mr. Stanton said. “Then I think that concludes our meeting. I think you still have quite a bit of stuff to do today.”

“Yes sir,” Ken answered. The screen went black and he could still see the mess he made. Though he didn’t feel any embarrassment. If anything, it was a sense of pride. He quickly cleaned it up and then turned around to grab his clothing on the floor. They felt far larger than it had before. “Strange…” he muttered to himself, looking around the room. He felt like he had a lot to do for work, but when he saw his weights lining up against the wall, all he could think about was working out. “Well, Mr. Stanton does want me to look my best… I think that counts right?” he said as he pulled out his timer on his phone and started to work out.

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