Life as the biggest boss!

Your eyes opened to a familiar scene, or at least that's what you believed thanks to the wishing powder altering your memories, but whether it was familiar or not is of no consequence because you loved it all the same.

Ahead of you, just barely visible between your two enormous cheeks, across your dozen chins, over your plump moobs, beyond the horizon of your jiggling, hairy belly, was Frank. He was sat on a wide ottoman, right at the end of your thick, throbbing 31-foot cock, his 8,000 pound ass being filled with your cum while half a dozen interns fed him like a prized pig. He was moaning and trembling in orgasm, begging for more of your cum and another box of doughnuts. As he should, being your sponsored pet. When you started with him, he was a measly 300 pounds, but after a few years of being your mantoy to fatten and play with, he's grown into a fine cum dumpster, and a fantastic spokesperson for the company.

"Ugh, yeah," you moaned as you tilted your head back, settling comfortably into your fat. "Right there, Garrett."

"Yes, sir!" The hunk of a man grunted as he grabbed at your two fat ass cheeks for stability and starting thrusting his 15-foot cock into you harder. With every clap of his beefy hips against your fat ass, the both of you let out a grunt of pleasure as you orgasmed again, and again, and again. Garrett's balls pushed into yours, and they were easily eclipsed by your enormous testicles, but the pleasure of his balls sloshing and churning with his cum against yours felt so good. Garrett was the best assistant you've ever had, and the sexiest. Just picturing his 5000 pounds of thick, sweaty, hairy, bulging muscles made you orgasm. He was wider than he was tall, and slowly approaching being deeper than he is tall the way his pecs and back muscles bulge out from his body. Of course, he also had an amazing cock and balls.

"Sir?" A voice called out, interrupting your 'meeting'. You shifted your head over toward the door to find Scott standing there with his delicious 6-foot cock nicely packed into a jockstrap. Precum was leaking profusely through the fabric like it always was, creating a growing puddle of clear fluid as he stood there.

"What is it Scott?" You demanded to know in frustration. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"I just need your signature on a few forms, sir," Scott said as he stepped forward toward you, holding out a clipboard and pen. You let a moan as he walked, your eyes fixed on his sloshing balls and the way his cock flicked precum with every sway of his hips.

"Mhm, why don't you bring those forms over to my desk," you tease as you give your fat moobs a hefty smack. Scott knows not to argue with you, and pushes the pen and clipboard into the folds of your fat moobs before taking a step back. You then lick your lips as Scott slips his thumbs into his jockstrap and starts to undress, freeing his amazing cock and balls from their fabric prison. His cock springs free and he hugs it to his chest as he finally kicks the jockstrap away, letting his balls finally rest on the ground where they belong.

Scott then holds his erect cock up as he walks over to the wooden staircase on wheels you have, and rolls it over to your belly before locking it in place. It ends at the perfect height to reach your belly, and as Scott starts climbing it, his balls thump and slap with every step he takes until he finally ascends onto your belly. His hands and feet sink into your fat as he starts to crawl over to you with the head of his cock leading him forward like a fleshy, leaking missile.

"Oh yeah," you moan as Scott's cock glides right up to your mouth, already spewing precum all over your face. "Give it to me."

Scott begins to grind his dick against you while you latch onto the head, slurping down the growing flood of precum until finally he orgasms, delivering into your greedy gullet a torrent of white hot cum. You lean into the stream of cum, chugging gallon after gallon as Scott orgasms, and then he orgasms again, and again, and again.

You moan, living in total bliss. Your cock continues to pump into Frank's ass, Garrett continues to thrust and fuck you in the ass, and Scott delivers you a delicious feast of cum. This was your usual 9 to 5 day as the boss. The company practically ran itself, the upper management just needed you for signing a few forms and being a physical presence in the office to keep the others in line. It helped that they were all sexy eye candy for you, and they loved indulging you.

"Ah, thank you, Scott," you moan as he pulls back, falling onto his butt and you watch as his still erect 6 foot cock stands at attention vertically, erupting into the ceiling and raining cum down onto you. "Now about those forms."

Scott battles his still orgasming cock as he climbs across your fat to grab the clipboard he stuffed into your moob and fishes it out. He then crawls back, his cock spewing it's cum all over the room as it sways with every move he makes. You always loved to finish with him just as he orgasms again, forcing him to cum all over the room as he gets back to work. He hands you the clipboard form the other side of his still erect cock and you take it, and the pen, and sign your name on the document.

"Thank you, Scott, you may go now," you tell him. He nods as he takes the clipboard back and starts to climb off of you as his cock finally begins to finish erupting. Once his feet were back on solid ground, his cock finally began to soften, sitting at a half-chub on his groin as he leaned down to grab his jockstrap. "Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules."

Scott nods and picks up the precum-stained jockstrap and throws it up to you. You deftly grab at it, and bring the still wet stain in the fabric to your nostrils, huffing in his scent as Scott takes his leave, forgetting to do something for you.

"Scott," you demand just as he reaches the door. "My weight?"

He nods and walks over to your actual desk, merely a decorative piece at this point, but it was useful to have. Scott's balls slosh with every step as his cock fully softens and nestles between them, but when he reaches your desk looks at the screen that is hooked up to the scale beneath you, his cock instantly starts to harden again.

"34,857 pounds."

"Oh, fuck yeah," you moan in orgasm, feeling the rush of cum through your cock as it deposits into Frank's backside. "Send in my lunch early today."

Scott nods and exits your office white you look at the large mirror in the ceiling. It was dripping with Scott's cum, but it still showed your enormity clearly. Your fat spread in every direction as a rolling tide of lard with rolls stacked upon rolls, folding over each other. You weren't just fat either as you flexed your thick arms, watching the muscles bulge from beneath their fatty cover. No, you reckon that if you stripped away all the fat, you'd still be more buff and muscular than Garrett. You were big all around, and the only thing you wanted was to be bigger!

And it is all thanks to your one wish, but just like you can change your life with one wish, so can everyone else.

You turned your head to the office space, watching the lemmings work through the glass windows. Some had their heads down, diligently working, but others couldn't take their eyes off of you, licking their lips, and stroking their cocks, lusting over you. You heard them before, whispering under their breaths, wishing for Garrett to be bigger, to be more of a man, to be the one to make love to them.

You're the one they envy now.

Do you enjoy an uneventful lunch?

Or, do others begin to make wishes about you?