*~* Six Months Later *~*
Don’t leave.
Carson opened the door to his apartment, stepped outside, and locked the door behind him.
Don’t get in the car, don’t do it, you don’t have to go there. You don’t have to be what the want you to be.
He walked down the steps, smelling the filth all over his unwashed shirt–the same shirt he’d been wearing for over a month at this point, the front stained with cum, ash, food–everything he could think of. He was horrified that someone might see him again, like they had yesterday–the shame…fuck, he hated this, he hated it, but he had to go, he had to. It was his job.
It’s not a job! It’s some fucked up twisted fucking shit. Don’t start the car. Don’t start the car, get out, and call the police, fucking call the police!
He started the car, backed out, and drove to the office, part of him already thinking about the delicious, unwashed asscracks waiting for him, and the other part, the real part, the…smaller part of him, horrified that he’d been doing this for months on end, and he hadn’t once been able to resist it. Still, at least he was trying to resist it–it seemed like the rest of the men in the office had all given into whatever strange shit Ollie had done to them, and never once looked back.
He parked the car, tried one last time to keep himself from going in there, and then took the elevator up, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth and running down the stubble on his chin. Other things had changed about him too, he was certain. Some of them were indisputable, like his weight. Every guy in the office had gained at least fifty pounds over the last six months, and some had gained…substantially more. More than should even be possible, in all honesty. Then, there was the hair. Everyone was hairier, and everyone had grown some kind of facial hair–usually a full beard, but depending on the role, some were allowed to shave parts of it appropriately. Carson, however, wasn’t like the rest of them…and it made sense. He was lesser than the rest of them, after all, he didn’t deserve hair. He shaved his all off twice a week–both on his head, and on his face, and around his cock too. It made him feel strange being around so many hairy men, but…but he didn’t deserve to look like a man, he supposed. Everyone should be able to tell right away, looking at him, that he was something less than a man, less than human, even.
The office was thick with smoke and the stench of rank bodies. The men already there were all involved with their usual activities, but he didn’t get to anyone before Aaron spotted him and made a beeline for him down the hall. Aaron was…huge, and one of the few men in the office who had packed on muscle in addition to a layer of fat. He was wearing his usual office attire–or what had become his usual attire, at least. Leather chaps and a vest, his gut hanging out that seemed to get hairier by the day, muir cap, and his favorite paddle in his hand, ready to strike anyone who needed a little extra discipline that morning. “Shitface! Bryce and Ollie want to see you–time for your six month review.” Then he gave Carson a wink–not a good sign. “Already had mine, told me I’m doin’ great. Turning into the perfect, nasty, domineering leather bear they wanted me to be. Tell me I’m gettin’ some new responsibilities around here soon. Hope I’ll still have time to spend with that tongue of yours.” He passed Carson, and as he did, gave his ass a sharp smack with the paddle, making him yelp and hurry along faster to Bryce’s office–or Ollie’s office really, he supposed. Ollie was the one who was really in charge here after all.
He knocked, and Ollie told him he could enter after a moment. Inside, he found the usual scene, or what had become the usual scene. Bryce was at his desk, which was clear of anything work related these days, and was now piled high with food. In six months, he had somehow gained nearly three hundred pounds of pure fat, a massive stinking apron hanging down between his huge thighs. He looked over at Ollie, love struck, and then kept stuffing himself, while Ollie, relatively unchanged, though filthier than ever, beckoned Carson in and had him sit down in the chair in front of the desk. Carson did everything he could to try and get out of there–the last review he had in here was still fresh in his mind–but Ollie had him, and Ollie knew it.
“Now Carson, why don’t we start off with a…self-assessment. As you remember, six months ago, Bryce and I gave you a new position here in the office. How has being the official brownnoser been going? You can be honest.”
“Fuck you,” Carson said, “You fucking freak, I don’t know how the fuck you’ve been doing this, but this stops–”
Ollie held up his hand and Carson’s lips froze, “Alright, that’s plenty of honesty from you. I was worried that you weren’t taking to your new role as readily as some of the other men in the office. In fact, I’d say you’re probably the most stubborn man here. Everyone else, in fact, has been adjusting great, and loving their new lives. You should have heard Aaron gush about how much he loves flogging Bryce’s big ass here. You love it too, don’t you Bryce? Be honest.”
“Oh fuck Ollie, I…I’m so disgusting, but I do,” he moaned with his mouth full, “I wanna be bigger, I wanna get…get stuck in here, fuck, I wanna be so big I can’t move.”
“See?” Ollie said, and turned back to Carson. “Now, with you, I’ve tried some extra programming, tried to convince you to give in, but I just don’t think it’s in you, Carson. You just can’t let go of that person you used to be.”
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