A few of your office coworkers are a bit... different

As always, You finished your morning commute to work and gathered your things to head into the office. You greeted the security guards at the front door as you scanned your badge to get in. They had a stack of doughnut boxes on the desk, and as usual, you laughed to yourself. They lazily munched away while you wondered just how useful they would actually be in an emergency. A couple of them were pretty fit, but there were a few that were nothing more than desk ornaments as they filled out their uniforms.

You got into the elevator and headed to your floor, greeting the secretary just outside your department. As you made your way to your desk, you were stopped by a few coworkers looking to get your input on things and request your reports. You had a long day of work ahead of you, so you buckled down and got to work on writing things up, responding to emails, and making phone calls.

After a few hours, you finally heard the arrival of your cubicle buddy, Frank. The heavy stomps quaked the room, and you watched the people in the aisle make way for him. His hairy and flabby gut led him down your aisle before he entered the cubicle across from you. You saw that his belly was barely contained inside an old t-shirt that was stained with all kinds of food debris, and his underwear-clad rump jiggled as he stomped around before he finally dropped his weight onto his office chair. It groaned under his poundage as he finally addressed you.

"So, Twig," he huffed as he unpacked his monstrous lunch. "I miss anything yet?" He licked his lips as he laid out three separate two-liters of soda, four tubs of ice cream, ten burgers, and twenty large fries before he then grabbed one of the burgers and started unwrapping it.

"No, it's been a pretty quiet day so far," you told him as you watched him double-fist a triple-decker burger. "Um... how much are you weighing today?"

"1372 pounds," Frank said proudly. "Almost at three quarters of a ton."

It was no secret Frank was a gainer. He was a heavy guy when he was hired, and every week he would come in heavier and heavier before he finally started getting sponsored to gain weight. Even the company you work at sponsored him. You weren't sure why, considering you worked at an office doing marketing for a dozen other companies, none of which had anything to do with food. But, he got it somehow, and so he got to come in to work when he wanted, got to wear what he wanted, and even got a corporate credit card to buy all the food he needed to keep getting fatter. You were a bit envious and loved to ask him about it all. However, a strange image of a skinny Frank lingered in your head, but you shook it off. You had always known him to be a big guy, and it was probably just your imagination running wild.

You started slacking off work and talked with him all about his weekend. He gladly regaled you with tales of all the numerous buffets he went to, the midnight binges he went on, and the many tubs of ice cream he chugged. He eventually threw off his shirt to show you his impressive belly. It was so hairy and jiggly, and he loved playing with it. Eventually, Scott, another coworker, came by with a huge stack of papers.

"Hey, IYNH," he said, handing you the reports. "Boss needs these done by the end of the hour." You bemoaned the added work but realized you had slacked off long enough. Before you got to it through, you and Frank watched Scott walk away to talk with another coworker, and the both of you stared at his crotch.

"What I wouldn't give for a dick like that," Frank moaned as he finished chewing another burger.

"Yeah," you quietly mumbled in awe. Scott's groin was bulging with an impressive manhood. It was a wonder he had any pants that could contain the arm thick 18-inch dick he had, and that's not to forget the basketball sized nuts that his dick rested between. The two of you watched Scott scratch at his balls and adjust them. The two orbs of testicles sloshed in his pants before finally coming to a rest.

"That's gotta feel amazing," Frank moaned as you realized he had one hand in his underwear. Scott then walked away, and your eye candy was gone. The two of you then returned to your work. Frank jerking it and eating, and you—filing reports. You took a swig of your water in between your work. The image of Scott was still fresh in your mind. He always insisted it was natural, and no one would believe him until they saw it themselves. The time he showed you his cock was burned into your mind. The amazing basketball nuts, the thick, and hard 18-inch cock standing erect, drooling pre-cum. You let out a heavy sigh.

"I wish I had a cock like that," you mumbled to yourself. A tightness gripped your groin as you worked, and a low moan escaped your lips. You could feel your dick getting harder by the moment as it snaked down your right pants leg. As your pants got tighter, you grabbed at your overgrown oranges of testicles and adjusted them. You tried to continue focusing on filing the reports as your cock head grazed your knee and began to stretch past the confines of your pants. You put out your leg as your dick continued to grow erect before finally the buckle on your pants, the buttons, and the zipper burst. Your pubes were completely exposed, as well as your basketball sized nuts and a good 5 or 6 inches of your 18-inch dick. You were panting relentlessly, and you tried to maintain your composure as your dick was throbbing so eagerly close to orgasm.

"You holding out on me?" Frank said as he stomped over. "Getting so close to blowing your load in your pants when I'm right here, give me that." You groaned as Frank fished out your cock and starting to give you a blowjob. He expertly stroked your cock and massaged your nuts, and within a moment you orgasmed. You moaned deeply as Frank sucked every last ounce of cum, and he continued to stroke you and play with your balls. Not so soon after you had orgasmed, Frank got you to blow again. Throb after throb, thick ropes of cum spurted out of your cock and down his greedy gullet. He pulled back and the last ounces of your cum splattered onto his naked chest. He started playing with his tits, rubbing your cum in between them, before there was a knock at your cubicle.

"Need a pair?" Scott asked as he looked on at Frank's massive ass crack and your softening chub.

"Yeah," you moaned as you came down from your high. Frank finished cleaning off your cock and soon enough Scott brought you a pair of his fitted underwear and pants. "Thanks."

"You really should get some custom fitted clothing," he insisted as he admired your body. You felt the glare as you stood with only a shirt on in your cubicle. Your 18-inch cock was still at a half chub, angling near perfectly horizontal from your groin. Your two basketball sized nuts strained your crotch as they weighed heavily on you.

"I know," you say, a bit guilty as you get your feet into the underwear and slacks. "I just spent so long trying to hide it growing up, ya know? Wearing it proudly is still a bit of a weird idea to me." You get the clothes on comfortably as you tuck your balls into the extra fabric of the clothing and snaked your cock in between the two orbs of cum. You looked at yourself in the small mirror and smiled a bit proudly. It really was an amazing cock, and with it packed in and front and center on your body, you felt confident.

"There ya go," Scott said, seeing the confidence already rising in you. "You got the goods, so what's there to be ashamed of?" Scott grabbed at his own junk and hefted it up before letting it fall with a satisfying slap against his thighs. You did the same, enjoying the feeling of weight and heaviness on your groin. "We're bigger than most people so you've got nothing to be ashamed of. Except, we're nowhere near as big as the boss is."

"You're damn right," a thick and sexy voice said. The two of you looked out to see your boss, Garrett. His stocky and wide pectorals were slick with sweat and full of hair. His back and shoulders were stacked with muscles rising all the way up to his ears and creating a wingspan that almost took the entire aisle. As he stomped toward you, the head of his cock bobbed up and down out of sight behind the cubicle walls. As he finally turned down the aisle toward you, you got to see him in all his glory. Everything was stacked with muscle, hair, and sweat. He was completely naked and showing off everything, especially his six-foot cock as it stood erect from his groin. His two massive testicles dragged behind him and filled in the entire aisle as they stained the cubicle walls with sweat. He was a true Adonis in every sense of the word. Yet, as you gazed at him in awe, the image of a short, chunky guy popped into your head for a brief moment. Something you knew was never true. Ever since you started working here, you were in awe of the man in front of you.

"I pay you to work, IYNH," he said with the sultrily dreamy voice. "Not blow your load. If you need to do that, do it on break."

"Yes, sir," you say, a little weak in the knees as the manliness exuding off of Garret was palpable.

"Are those reports done?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!" You say quickly. "Everything is done, and I emailed you the finalized reports as well as a spreadsheet of the tabulated results."

"Excellent," Garret said. "Now get back to work, and Frank, come with me." Frank couldn't get up fast enough and followed Garret as he walked away. Everyone watched his muscles contract and bulge while he pointed out another big guy you knew named Colin. His nearly 900 pound ass waddled into Garret's office together with Frank, and you all knew what was happening in there now.

"Well, you need anything else, let me know," Scott said as he gave your balls a good sloshing. You thanked him as your nuts soon settled into place. You really did love the feeling and enjoyed being so amazingly hung. As you continued to work to the sounds of Garret orgasming echoing throughout the office, the stench of cum grew thick. And before long, Frank and Colin left Garret's office and returned to their desks. Frank was compeltely naked, sweating fiercly, and coated in a layer of cum. You asked all about what sex with Garret was like and Frank excitedly told you all the details.

When the end of the work day finally came, one by one everyone slowly left the office. You and Frank seperated as you went to your vehicles but not before you promised Scott to return his pants and underwear when you finally got a pair of your own. You drove home and as you unlocked the door to your apartment, the sounds of McKinsey gaming in his room were apparant, as well as the many bags of takeout sitting outside.

You knew he would constantly get "locked in" as he would say, and it looked like he had been for awhile. You grabbed the spare key he gave you and unlocked his apartment door as you started to ferry in the dozens of takeout orders. McKinsey never even noticed even as you walked in and out. You saw him at his desk constantly yelling and getting competitive with his game. You could tell he was completely naked on his couch that was sat on. Your cock started to get erect as you looked at his fat body quaking and moving as he played the game. He was super active and animated as he moved the controller in his hands.

As your dick was growing harder you wrestled with what to do. Go back to your apartment, or stay here. You could have so much fun with him. Playing games, having sex, feeding him. Your pants strained as they reached their limits and your cock throbbed, eager to be let out.