Wesley Bracken
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Suggested Story: Office Magic
🕑 Added 2024-01-23 18:01:32 +0000 UTCWhen Jason got the email from his boss to come see him in his office, he assumed that nothing was out of the ordinary. He had a good relationship with Bill, who had been mentoring him, and preparing Jason to take his position, should Bill ever get promoted one more rung up the ladder himself, something which had been in the works for a while. Perhaps, Jason thought, this might be the day they both get some good news—and taking Bill’s position would mean that Jason could finally do something about Paulie.
Now, Jason didn’t have anything against gay guys or anything like that, or at least, that’s what he told himself. He, of course, could never imagine allowing another guy to fuck him or anything like that, it made his stomach turn, but if that’s what some weirdo wanted, who was he to stop them? No, what he hated about Paulie was how he insisted on shoving it in everyone’s faces, how “gay” he was. He always had on pastel shirts, his hair perfectly done up, and would often spend his time in the breakroom talking about the parties he’d go to every weekend, and how many men he’d hooked up with, it was disgusting. This was a place of work! Paulie could do whatever he wanted, but here, Jason didn’t want to have that kind of shit thrown in his face. Pride month last year had been awful, with Paulie insisting on decorating the whole office with all of these flags, most of which Jason suspected didn’t mean anything to anyone, but Bill just let him do it—knowing that causing a scene about it would only make him look bad when it came to questions of inclusion, diversity, or whatever buzzword they were using that Jason had no patience for. From their private conversations, Jason knew how Bill really felt, but Bill told him there was nothing they could do. After all, Paulie was very good at his job—something that Jason hated to admit, but he knew it was true. Still, there had to be a line drawn somewhere. Once Jason was in charge, there would be no more of that sort of gay shit around here. Everyone can just come here, do their jobs, and go home, like normal people.
He headed down the hallway to Bill’s office, knocked on the door, and stepped inside, only to freeze—there, sitting in Bill’s chair, was Paulie himself. “Ah, there you are Jason, come on in and have a seat, let’s have a chat.”
There was something strange in the air, almost like a ripple, that seemed to follow Paulie’s words. It felt like a force outside of Jason, as he came over and sat down in the chair across from Paulie, not quite sure whether he acted on his own volition, or under the control of…something else. “What…what are you doing in here? Where’s Bill?”
“Ah, well, Bill has decided to step down from his position here. He’ll he taking over my role, and I’m going to be taking his—as your boss, and the boss of the whole floor here,” Paulie said, “I know that the two of you had…a gentleman’s agreement about you being his heir, even though the quality of your work is far inferior to mine. I’m just glad that he saw sense in the end,” he chuckled at the end, and then added, “Just like you’ll be seeing sense here in a second, yourself.”
Jason went to get up from the chair, now certain that something was amiss with this whole situation, but before he could even stand up all the way, he felt that same pressure from before shove him back down into the chair with a bit of force. “What…what the fuck was that?” he said.
“That? Oh, that’s just my magic. I assure you, I can do quite a bit more than just push you around with it as well,” Paulie said, not bothering to elaborate, “You will not attempt to harm me. You will not attempt to shout, or yell for help while you are in here. You will not disobey any of my commands, is that understood? After all, I am your boss now, Jason.”
It felt like the pressure around him was intensifying, cutting off avenues of action—and even thought. “How…how are you doing this?”
“I’d rather talk about something else,” Paulie said, “I’d rather talk about some of the rather cruel and mean things you’ve said to me—to my face, and behind my back—while we’ve been working on this team together. I don’t really feel that you respect me much because I’m gay, and in particular, you’ve said some rather mean things about my gender presentation, namely that you think I dress and act like…well, a sissy would be one word you use, but I think you probably prefer a different one.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jason said.
“Don’t lie to me,” Paulie replied.
The same force around him opened his jaw, and somehow made Jason talk, “Yeah, I’m just not a fan of your whole gay, sissy, fey thing. I just wish you wouldn’t shove it in everyone’s faces all the time. I don’t care what you do or who you fuck outside of work, but I don’t want to have to deal with it here,” Jason said, the words pouring out, his face turning a bit red at having to say this directly to Paulie, who just nodded like he was expecting it.
“That’s what I expected. You know, Jason, I thought about turning you into a twink, when I got these magical powers. Turning you into some fey little thing, but then I thought better of it. I like who I am, and I think being a little fem is a beautiful thing, and there’s no reason to waste such a gift on a jerk like you. No—I thought of something better for you, Jason, something that you might even be able to appreciate in time. Go ahead and stand up, turn, and face the mirror. This won’t take long.”
Jason hadn’t noticed that one wall of Paulie’s new office was a perfectly mirrored surface. He felt the odd force pull him upright and turn him to face the wall. “Look, I don’t fucking care what you do, alright? But this isn’t right! You can’t just make people do shit against their will!”
“Yeah, I thought that too,” Paulie said, “But you know what I decided? I’m not sure I care, because it’s so fucking fun,” he said with a giggle. And with a wave of his hands, Jason watched his reflection begin to shimmer and warp, and felt it happening to his body too. It was nauseating, and he shut his eyes tight while it was happening, just to avoid throwing up. After a few moments, the sensation subsided, and Jason felt…strange. “Go on, open up those eyes and take a look at the new you, Jason,” Paulie said.
Jason opened his eyes, and let out a gasp. There in the mirror was a totally new person. He could recognize himself, but it was like he’d been shoved into a funhouse mirror and spit back out again. He was a couple of inches taller, broad shouldered, and heavily muscled, with a couple of pecs that seemed inflated to almost ridiculous proportions. His waist was tapered, and then his hips expanded again into a muscular ass that seemed to almost defy the laws of physics. His arms and legs were massive as well, making him look more like a body builder than an office worker. Hair covered his chest, abs, legs and arms—though it was a tasteful amount, nothing too wildman. Then, there was his face. The strong chin, the moderate brow, the perfectly sculpted, midnight black sideburns with the horseshoe mustache, and the perfect high ‘n tight—Jason looked like he’d walked out of some leather bear fantasy porno, and into the office. As masculine as he might look, there was still no denying that he was a gay man’s wet dream. “You—what the fuck did you do to me!”
“Come on Jason, I know you don’t like being fem, I thought you’d enjoy embodying the masculine archetype.”
“I look like a freak!”
“Now that’s some very negative self-talk, I don’t like to hear that from my employees, Jason. Still, the outfit you have on doesn’t quite meet our dress code here, so we’ll need to modify that as well.”
Jason’s clothes had shifted to match his new size, but now they began to ripple in the mirror, until his casual suit was gone, replaced by a sleeveless denim shirt and leather bar vest on his torso, and a pair of skin tight leather chaps below, with only a jockstrap containing his apparently huge cock, giving him a humiliating bulge—and exposing his massive ass for the whole office to ogle. To finish the look, he had a pair of biker boots and a muir cap, as well as some leather bands around his biceps.
“Now, I know with that bulge, you’re probably thinking you’ll be a top around here, Jason, and maybe, if you manage to apologize appropriately, I’ll give you permission, but for now, you’re going to be exclusively bottoming. In fact, whenever you see another man’s cock, you’re going to find yourself begging them to fuck you like a big whore, won’t you Jason? I know on the inside you’ll still be in there, resisting it as much as you can, but don’t worry, this body of yours in built to fuck—you can take anything, even this,” Paulie said, as he stood up, undid the front of his suit pants, and released the biggest cock Jason had ever seen in his life—nearly a foot long and as thick as a two liter soda bottle.
“Oh fuck!” Jason heard himself exclaim, “Fuck, I need to feel that inside me, please, fuck me, oh god…” His voice was deep, but with just enough of a lisp to humiliate him further, as he bent himself over the desk and began shaking his booty towards Paulie, the small twink just smiling, his huge cock hardening. He gave Jason a good long fuck, and true to his word, it felt amazing—Jason’s new ass was built for fucking, but even through the waves of pleasure, he couldn’t help but feel used and degraded, as Jason plowed him, finally filling him up with a big load of cum.
“Alright, I think that’s enough, Jason. Why don’t you go and get back to work? Don’t worry, no one will consider your transformation or outfit strange—it will be like you’ve always looked like this. Oh, and I’ll go ahead and add a daily meeting to your calendar as well—I think you’re going to need a good amount of hands on mentoring, don’t you?”
Defeated, feeling the load of cum drool out of his wrecked hole and down his thighs as he walked back to his cubicle. No one looked at him like anything strange had happened, but that didn’t stop his cheeks from burning in shame. On the way, he passed by Paulie’s old cubicle, and found himself looking at Bill—only Bill was less physically changed, still rather chubby and old, but now dressed in a wide strapped leather harness, collar, and boots. “H-Hey Bill,” Jason said, “You too, eh?”
Bill looked up at him, and nodded, “Yeah—I can’t talk, I gotta…finish all this work, or else he won’t let me cum…” he said, hefted up his gut revealing the shiny chastity cage around his cock.
Jason went back to his cubicle, and found his own sizable workload, as well as an ultimatum. If he didn’t finish it all by closing, then he’d find himself heading straight to the bathhouse after work, and he wouldn’t be able to leave until at least ten men had cum inside him. The amount there looked like it would be impossible to finish, but he had to try.
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OU812
Yeah!! This rocks!!!
