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Popularity Growth Part 05
🕑 Added 2019-09-12 21:05:31 +0000 UTC“FaceSpace? What’s that?” Ed tried to lie but it clearly wasn’t doing anything.
Mark just laughed. “C’mon man, don’t be like that. With a body like yours I bet you could have quite a few followers.” He lead Ed through the building showing him where he’d be going. “See I don’t have a body like yours. People think this is all fat.” There was a rather large round gut in front of him and Mark grabbed some of the excess still hidden behind it. “Sure some of it is but that doesn’t mean I’m not strong.” He raised his arm to flex, almost trying to brag until he stared at the bulging arm right in his line of sight. He hated how he had to crane his neck back to look the other man in the eyes. “Guess you don’t know the feeling…”
“Ehhh… Maybe?” Ed shrugged remembering his more burly physique. Though at the time he’d never been too strong back then either. The thought of going to the gym seemed pointless as his size seemed to be enough of a deterrent for anyone stupid enough to try to break into a high security research lab. Then again that felt like a lifetime ago. Now his mere presence seemed to draw attention and make waves of people separate for him. His wide shoulders filled nearly the entire cubical hall as he walked down. While he just barely had to glance to the side to be able to see everyone working.
Each time he did make eye contact, the employee's eyes would go wide and they’d lean a bit back into their chairs. Men seemed to have to adjust their pants while women tried their hardest to keep their legs closed. He remembered one of GrowthManiac's sentences saying how hard it was for people to look at him without wanting to have sex with him. Then again he wondered why Mark wasn’t as affected as everyone else. But then again every once in a while he’d see one of his legs move just a bit differently as Mark led him deeper into the facility.
“It’s real easy,” Mark seemed to be narrating as he led Ed on the tour. “Just gotta make sure all the doors are locked. Do a bit of a parameter check. Press this little phone thing against the wall. And go sit back down. Simple right?”
“Yeah. Real simple,” Ed replied as he grabbed the small device from Mark.
A head popped out of one of the cubicles. “New employee?”
“Yep! Just gotta give him the ole run around. Show him the ropes and what not. You know same old same old.” Mark moved closer the cubicle labeled, ‘Dennis.’
“Has Mr. Stermi yelled at him yet?” Dennis asked.
“Apparently not.”
“Really…” Dennis’ eyes lifted from Ed’s feet to his chest. “Not that I can blame him. Can you imagine getting punched by a guy like him?”
“Is that all you’re thinking about?”
Dennis smiled at the lewd comment. “What do you think?”
“Well… You’ve made enough comments about me, I figured you just liked a guy in uniform.”
“Like them more out of it,” Dennis didn’t back down.
“God damn you’re so gay…” Mark laughed.
“Fuck you,” he rolled his eyes as he leaned his weight against the cheap dividers.
“Like you wouldn’t want to.”
Dennis gave a light slap towards the other guy. “Stop it…”
“What? Too real?”
“Maybe…” Dennis wouldn’t maintain eye contact but he clearly refused to leave the cubicle. His body leaned up against the wall with as much weight as he could without causing it to fall.
Mark gave a friendly laugh. “Fine. Fine. Whatever. I’m just playing around anyway. Hey. You know this guy’s never heard of FaceSpace?”
Dennis let out a laugh. “Liar.”
“What?” Ed tried to lie but the stare Dennis was giving him made it rather obvious he knew.
“I think he called you a liar,” Mark laughed.
Dennis nodded his head, adding a, ‘mmhmmm.’ “I follow him. He posts like a couple times a day. Has all kinds of selfies.”
“Yeah?” Mark turned back, poking him in the chest. “You holding out on me?”
“What? No,” Ed found his back against a wall. Despite the playful nature, he felt suddenly worried.
“Yeah he is,” Dennis piped up. “Has like 15,000 followers.” He held out his phone showing off all the pictures that were posted online. It just kept scrolling further and further.
“Damn! I knew it,” Mark smiled. “You totally were holding out on me. I’ve only got like 100 or so and you’ve got that many? Figured. With a body like that of course you’d be swimming in all kinds of shit. Bet you got dozens of women trying to see more.”
Ed backed off again trying to regain control over the conversation but nothing was coming to mind. He had no idea how he could get Mark to talk about anything else. The guy was way too enamored with the idea of being so popular that he wasn’t even thinking straight. All he wanted was more and more followers.
“C’mon man. You gotta take a picture with me and tag me in it.”
“What?! No!” Ed finally pushed back remembering what happened with his other friend. He had no idea what GrowthManiac was planning and all of it seemed to be gay.
“What? What do you mean 'no'? C’mon man. It’s just a group photo. Hanging with my new buds. Already got the caption. C’mon Dennis get in with us,” Mark ushered the other guy closer to them.
“You sure?” Dennis asked.
“Yeah man! C’mon. It’ll only take a minute. And maybe Ed will finally see Mr. Stermi’s jerkier side,” Mark smirked.
Ed sighed. Somehow the camera of his phone was open and positioned in front of them. He could see the light ready to take the photo. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” But Dennis was already crowding between the two and trying to get in some kind of invisible frame between them. The flash went off and then it was posted to his FaceSpace with the caption Mark had suggested, tagging both Mark and Dennis in his profile.
Comments were flooding in. Even refreshing the page wasn’t enough to keep up with them all. It was just a constant set of scrolling text that the human eye wouldn’t be able to keep up with. But what Ed was more worried about was what GrowthManiac was saying. Every once in a while he could see the name flash by and then it was hidden behind the sea of comments. He went in and ctrl + F the name and saw the number of instances rising.
‘Squad goals! A powerlifter, bodybuilder, and gym enthusiast.’
‘Lucky! It’s so unfair that such hot coworkers get to work together. They probably would get in so much trouble if they worked anywhere else!’ Followed by a bunch of laughing emojis.
‘Just think about how big he has to be to make a powerlifter look small.’
Mark’s face started to flush red. “Woah… Why do I feel so weird…” he muttered as he looked down at his growing hands. The already fairly thick mitts seemed to just keep growing. He could see more and more muscle building under his skin. Each digit in his hand was rapidly widening. However the growth was traveling all the way up his arm, and to the rest of his body. The uniform he was wearing was pulling tighter against his growing body. The hefty bulk he had was tightening up into something more firm, but not nearly as defined as someone like Ed.
“Shit… Shit… Shit…” Ed cursed as he stared down at everyone around him. He’d grown even taller and wider than he had been just seconds ago. Even though Mark had clearly grown a couple of inches he still stood over a head taller than the other man while someone like Dennis looked like he could nearly fit in the palm of his hand. Ed looked at the doorway and knew the only way in would be to duck.
However Dennis seemed to have a different reaction. “He actually did it… Holy shit…” he grinned looking at how his muscular body fit in the nice button up shirt he was wearing. His pecs were big enough to be seen but small enough that the shirt fit comfortably over his body. Somehow he knew there was a lining of a six pack under there as well. He couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “I can’t believe he actually figured it out…”
“What?” Mark and Ed asked at the same time.
“What?” Dennis blushed realizing he’d probably said a bit too much. He tried to feign some sort of innocence but it clearly wasn’t working as Mark paced ever so slowly closer to him. Even though he’d always wanted to be a bit taller and a bit stronger the rapid onset of the growth just didn’t seem natural. Nor did he appreciate how little control he had over the outcome.
“What do you know?” Mark pushed his way into Dennis’ small cubicle. His body was enough of a wall to keep the other man from moving as he pushed his hands down on the desk. It was hard to know how much pressure he could put on it but he did his best not to put enough to break the desk. Though even without trying it felt like the cheap plastic would snap under his grip.
Dennis let out a few uncomfortable whimpers as he stared in the opposite direction of Mark. Hair was rapidly filling out the powerlifter’s slightly rounded jawline. “I mean… It’s just… Oh fuck…” he let out a moan as he pawed at his clearly hard dick. His hands lifted for a second to rub against Mark’s body but then gripped the desk for support. “Do you remember… Uhhh… Ryan? Little mousy guy. Glasses. Kind of average in every way? Well like he kept saying how he was going to make something that could make his fantasies come true. I thought it was a joke. I really did… But there’s no way it could be. Cause… Well… It’s crazy… But…”
He held up his hand and a golden ring started to form around his ring finger. Mark gasped for a second feeling a similar sensation around his own. The two seemed to match. “The Hell?” his voice carried through the office but no one paid it any mind. His glare turned back to Dennis but softened with he saw the cute but nervous face. The tight grip he held on the desk seemed to loosen as a flood of new emotions rushed through him. He couldn’t be mad at Dennis. Hell, what was he even mad about. “But… But all those were just jokes! I’m not gay,” he tried to defend himself.
“I know…” Dennis frowned. “But well… I still kind of liked them. They were fun to think about. And… Well… I might have told Ryan about them from time to time. About you’re big strong burly body. How I’d love to see what it would be like if you actually applied yourself.” His hands lifted up and placed themselves on the large pecs in front of him. A finger twisted around Mark's nipple. He could feel the strength in their slightly soft appearance.
“But they were jokes. Right?” But the feeling of Dennis’ breath against his lips was so hard to resist. It was just playful banter. Ways to get through the day while watching the other guy squirm ever so slightly. He never meant anything by it. Just that it was a bit fun to play around. But now all those jokes felt so different. It wasn’t just for fun. He actually meant it.
With their lips just inches apart, Mark slowly started to pull ever closer. His body reacted to the stimuli of Dennis’ body being so close to him. And it was getting closer. He felt his lips pucker and then press against the other man. Any sense of resistance was gone as he plunged full in on the kiss. Their lips locked. Their tongues wrapped around each other. Never in his life had he thought he’d do something like this. It was just too strange. But right now? He was in bliss.
Mark’s larger than life body pressed a bit harder onto the relatively small man. He put more of his hefty built bulk onto Dennis’ body as the other man felt up his newly grown muscles. Dennis’ small hands rounded each and every one of his curves feeling the distinct strength built up from years upon years of lifting unimaginably heavy weights. All it did was encourage Mark even more as their bodies rubbed up against each other. The fact that they were still fully clothed was irrelevant to their current situation.
A more primal urge just kept pushing them on. Deep but soft moans seemed to escape their mouths with each new thrust. They tried to keep it a bit quiet, but their passion seemed to make whatever attempt seemed completely useless. Others around them seemed to just be used to the commotion and did their best to ignore the distraction. But to Mark and Dennis it was amazing. They couldn’t stop. They didn’t want to stop.
Dennis’ hands slowly went from Mark’s heavy chest, down to his thick muscular belly then round around his backside on his two hefty butt cheeks. His arms were just barely wide enough to reach around the massive man pressing down on him. He slowly moved his fingers between them feeling the tight anus. For a second Mark paused. The sudden tickle felt so amazing. His eyes went wide as Dennis flicked his finger against the sensitive skin.
All at once Mark felt his body jerk to attention. His controlled thrusts burst into something more erratic. It was hard to control his motions as he felt his penis unloading into his underwear. A wet spot pushed past his underwear and stained the front of his khakis. A thick drip seemed to slowly be going down his right leg.
“You jackass,” Mark growled with a smile as he pulled his hairy face away from Dennis’ clean shaven on. It was clearly hard for him to control the volume of his voice as the sudden pleasurable sensation hadn’t quite worn off yet. It was even more difficult to pull himself away from his now husband as he went in for another kiss. But he knew he couldn’t stay this way. He had to go get cleaned up before it caused too much of a mess. Mark pulled back and headed for the bathroom.
Dennis stared as Mark walked away. His thick body easily commanded the small space between the cubicles and with the stain on his pants it only made everyone want to get out of his way even faster. He’d always had a crush on the slightly bearish man, but seeing the added bulk on top of an even bigger layer of muscle, he didn’t mind having a muscle bull instead.
Ed towered over Dennis as he stated the question. His arms crossed across his unbelievably defined and broad chest. He had a bit of difficultly looking down over it but Dennis had an even harder time looking up past it. “So his name’s Ryan…”
