Malicious compliance

Adam’s hand tightened on the phone dwarfed in his hand. Carmen used to be strict, but rarely unreasonable. The changes had probably put everyone on edge. He wasn’t immune either- a thought crossed his mind that he couldn’t shake. He smiled.

Time for some malicious compliance.

On went his slacks and shirt and suit jacket, and off he went. Between the call with his boss and the hormones pumping through his veins, Adam’s patience was left far behind. Traffic was more irritating than usual. By the time he pulled into the parking lot, his grip had slightly dented the steering wheel.

As soon as he stepped foot in his building, he could feel all eyes on him. The receptionist, a freckled coed dressed in green, nearly dropped her phone as he walked past. Adam managed a curt wave and strode past her desk. Her eyes never left him. Hallway to hallway, he navigated to the elevator. The hushed crowd followed behind him, whispering between themselves as they were unconsciously dragged in his wake. Waiting for the elevator doors to open, he caught a few stares as his coworkers, some following him while trying to be sneaky. An Amazon heard the commotion, and started pushing fembois half her size out of the way to get a glance at Adam. Probably better to use the stairs, he thought, and quickly ducked through the labeled doorway,

He wasn't just a curiosity. He was a celebrity. A minor deity. Literally one in a million according to Anna. The smell of his sweat was enough to derail his coworker’s hope for a normal day. He realized while climbing to his floor that there was no getting around it, not until he could reverse some of the changes that ravaged the world. And to think, if I hadn’t found that box, I’d be obsessed with whoever did. Maybe it would have been an easier life.

He opened the door to his floor, nineteen flights of stairs up, his shirt soaked with chemical laden alpha sweat. Every cubicle he passed had a wide-eyed, shocked admirer. His cock twitched as he passed by each one, as if it was begging to meet their open mouths, their eyes glazing over for a moment as they smelled the fruits of his ascent up nineteen flights.

At the end of the hall was his boss’s office. The walls were glass, the privacy filter clouding with a gray fog. Most days, Carmen had the dial set to “Off,” which means today she must have been in a mood. That made two of them.