Bring Your Boss to Work Day

Originally posted on Tumblr: April 26th 2021 

 

“You know I have to say thank you for coming with me today.” Mr. Taro looked over to his son. They weren’t that different. Same light brown hair and warm brown eyes. Though his teenaged son was much cooler than Mr. Taro had been back in his own high school days. That was to be expected Elliot was a jock and loved wearing his Letterman jacket everywhere. Today, however, Mr. Taro had talked his son into wearing a dress shirt and tie with khaki pants.

Elliot sat in the car texting on his phone. “No problem.” He smiled at his dad. Elliot came for two reasons. One, mostly to get out of school. Two, to help his dad.  The teenager wasn’t like his other friends, he enjoyed spending time with his dad.  He wasn’t impervious to secondhand embarrassment though; he was still a teenager after all. However, the annual Bring Your Child to Work Day was a chance for his dad to get a step above the competition.

The higher ups, though they’d never admit it, often based promotions on how well employees acted outside the work force. If they could bring well-behaved children in that was just another notch under their belt as a good employee.

This was the first year Mr. Taro had ever invited/asked Elliot to come. He usually stated he never wanted to use his son as a pawn in company politics. The reason that changed was because of Sid. Mr. Taro didn’t like Sid, neither did Elliot, nor his mother.

Sid was a young man, late 20’s who had been brought into Mr. Taro’s company to “breathe in life” a few years back. Mr. Taro hadn’t seen the negative side of that until he met Sid. The young man reeked privilege, as if gold coins spilled out his mouth every time he talked. Not a problem within itself, but when he started barking orders around the office things got troublesome. He always seemed to have a bone to pick with Mr. Taro. Probably because he was the only one Sid couldn’t truly boss around.

In the eyes of the company the two men were on the same footing. Mr. Taro’s branch didn’t truly have a manager; all the employees took responsibility for their work. The higher up’s knew Mr. Taro was responsible for much of the productivity. Mr. Taro, however, was too modest to admit it, so his co-worker always mentioned it themselves, elevating his status even more.

Then came Sid. He was the son, or nephew. of someone with a lot of power that landed him his job. Mr. Taro never cared to look in deeper than that. It was a standard story; rich kid gets higher position than he should have at an entry level. The thing was Sid was good at his job. DAMN good. He could market and promote any events the company would hold in minutes and had no problems delegating it. A struggling branch may have appreciated his approach, but Mr. Taro’s branch was not ecstatic.

And now with a promotion coming up, it would make whoever got it the de facto leader. No more professional disputes between Sid and Mr. Taro, nor employees running to Mr. Taro to escape Sid’s wrath. Mr. Taro’s coworkers begged and pleaded for him to try to me more active pursuing the promotion. As usual he gave the “the best man or woman will get the job.” His coworkers groaned. He certainly had missed well deserved promotions due to not taking full credit for the projects he had led.

However, that all changed a few months back when the promotion was announced. Sid was ready to step into the spot, acting as if he was already manager. Then came the professional dinner Mr. Taro was forced to have at his house with a higher up and Sid. He had to offer because Sid lived in an apartment and the higher up wanted to discuss them being the only candidates considered for the job.

That’s when Elliot met Sid for the first time. He had heard stories about Sid from his dad. In fact, he remembered how excited his dad used to be talking about the new hire, until his stories turned into often regaling how Sid found a new way to overwork people. When Sid stepped into their house, Elliot thought the young man looked like any college graduate. Though when Sid talked about his own life at the dinner table Elliot was sure the guy would admit his last name was Smugsworth, or something as absurd. Sid also had a tongue for cutting down people. Whenever Elliot would go into detail about his love for sports Sid would find a way to knock it down, then take control of the conversation.

The only card Mr. Taro had in his playbook towards the promotion was that he was a father and Sid was still a young man who hadn’t started a family yet. Mr. Taro explained to his son why he needed his help, but Elliot was more than happy to agree, especially to take Sid down a few pegs.

Father and son got out of the car, staring at the Lawn & Borders three-story building.  A construction company dedicated many facets most notably landscaping and installing fencing. Of course, this was one of the office branches, so there were no construction crews at the site just people pushing paperwork. Mr. Taro explained the 3^rd floor had been renovated for a new company division. It was all set up but no employees were on that floor yet.

Elliot shrugged walking inside. The ground floor was rather plain over all white, black, and gray for the color scheme. It was all clinical, surgical even. Elliot wondered if he had ever been here before. Then again, his dad had never brought him on previous days. However, Elliot still couldn’t shake the feeling.

They got into the elevator riding up and before the door opened, Elliot could already hear Sid dishing out orders.  “Good morning.” Mr. Taro waved, stepping off the elevator and placing his arms around Elliot. It was an open office space. Desks and computers lined everywhere with people talking.  A few greeted them, with Mr. Taro saying, “I’d like you to meet my son.” Elliot examined the smiling faces, a few dealing with small children. The floor had windows for the 4 main walls all around. Mr. Taro explained the whole building was like that.

Eventually, Elliot had to break away from his dad. Mr. Taro could really talk up his son. He’d go into proud dad mode and blabber on if no one stopped him. Elliot loved to hear it, but it also made him super embarrassed. He had to escape before his dad pulled out the baby photo in his wallet.

First, he made his way over to the water cooler. Grabbing a cup to drink, he scoped out the floor. There were other children alright, but most of them were just little kids.  A few parents chased after their children running around. Rambunctious rascals for sure.  Elliot chuckled to himself. Hadn’t his dad said there would be other kids here? Would parents forever be saying stuff like that having no idea the age range of the “other kids.”

Elliot walked around finding nothing of interest until he spotted the break room. He walked in hoping to sneak some snacks. Unfortunately, there was a woman standing in there, reaching into the cabinets. She was a short black woman about 5’2, trying to get something on the upper shelf.

“You need some help?” Elliot asked, stepping up behind her.

“Oh!” The woman turned around with a hand on her heart. “You scared me half to death. But yes. If you could please help me get the plastic utensils that’d be amazing.”

Reaching up, Elliot stood on his tippy toes to reach for the plastic utensils box at the top. He stretched, and his spine started to go with him until he could grab the box easily. His shirt rose becoming untucked from his pants, “Here you go,” Elliot handed the box over.

“Thank you! Tall people have it easy.” The woman smiled walking out.

Elliot blinked, he didn’t think he was that tall. He was pretty average height with the other people in his class. A chill air touched his bare stomach. Elliot looked down and saw his shirt had come out. He pulled down his shirt and was surprised to see it wouldn’t go down. Damn, why did he wear this ugly green shirt today if it was so small?

“There you are!” Mr. Taro said leaning into the room with a smile on his face. Throwing an arm around Elliot’s shoulder they walked back into the main office space. We’re about to start working so feel free to sit at one of these desks and play games, go on YouTube. The younger kids are going to be somewhere else.”

“You’re going to let your child mull around all day? If he’s here, he should at least put in some work. Wasting our valuable resources to contribute nothing cost us money.” Neither Mr. Taro nor Elliot had to look to know who it was. There was no mistaking Sid’s voice. The condescension was forever baked in. Elliot sighed. Was there ever a good person named Sid?

Mr. Taro’s face darkened, stepping up to Sid. “If you ever talk to my son that way again the last thing, you’ll have to worry about is this promotion.” He walked away, to cool off.

“Your old man’s testy, isn’t he?” Sid joke, but Elliot ignored him popping in headphones. The teen pulled up YouTube and drowned out Sid till the man walked away.

There was a tap on Elliot’s shoulder. He turned around to see a tall Native American man standing behind him. “Sorry, this desk is usually mine. I just want to know if you can hand me the post-it note I stuck to the side of the computer.” Elliot nodded his head reaching forward and pulling the paper off. Handing it to the man, the guy smiled walking away.

Before he could get back to watching YouTube videos, he was disturbed again. This time by a beautiful if not stressed Korean woman carrying a stack of papers. “Hey if you could get these done before lunch, simple data entry, no big deal, right?” Her face was buried in her phone as soon as she dropped the stack. She never looked up.

“Mommie, Mommie!” A little girl cried out from somewhere on the floor.  “Coming sweetie,” the woman gave a wave and left Elliot alone with the mountain of papers.

Well, he certainly wasn’t going to do whatever she wanted. Elliot was curious though. He took a quick peek through the stack. It was just a list of a few clients they had completed projects for.  Growing curious, Elliot checked the computer and found a spreadsheet with a familiar list of names. 

Elliot sat for a bit, whirling around in his chair. Okay, this was boring. He needed to do something productive, grabbing the top sheet he checked it against the spread sheet. Simple and easy; updating information. He went through the next paper and the next. The clocked ticked by as Elliot typed away. He pulled on his collar, feeling it grow tighter around his neck, he loosened up his tie.

“Hey, there’s my champ!” Mr. Taro hugged his son from behind and kissed the back of his head.

“Aw gross dad!” Elliot laughed overplaying his reaction.

“So, what are you doing? Homework or something?” Mr. Taro looked at the screen recognizing some names. “Wait a minute…”

“A lady came up and asked me to work on this. She didn’t really give me the option to say no, So I just did it.”

“You could have come to me; I would have done it. You’re already here on my behalf no need to go even further.” Mr. Taro Stated.

“It was no problem dad; I was bored anyway.”

“Hey new intern, there you are. Can you copy these papers for me?” Another random male employee asked. Elliot wondered why all these people were badgering him.

“Excuse you, my son is not an intern.” Mr. Taro stood up.

“Uh….” The employee looked back and forth between father and son, and his face dropped as the realization hit him. “So sorry Mr. Taro, I didn’t realize this was your son. It’s just that Sid told me—

“Sid? Sid said my son was an intern?” Mr. Taro asked. The employee nodded his head; he had never seen Mr. Taro so angry before. Elliot was in the same boat he placed a hand on his dad’s arm, “Dad it’s fine. I can do it. Like I said I’m not doing much else.” He took the papers he was asked to fax and copy.

“If Sid wants to mess with me that’s fine, but he can’t mess with my son.” Mr. Taro took a deep breath, eyes growing softer. “but I’ll let this go, but I will be having a stern talk with him later.”

The employee ran off to avoid any leftover anger Mr. Taro might have had.  Mr. Taro told his son where the copy machine was, and Elliot walked off. Once there Elliot easily started sliding papers in. Not realizing, he never once asked how the machine worked. While standing over the copier Elliot’s legs stretched ever so slightly. By the time he was done his khakis no longer reached past his ankles. Elliot picked up the new papers, but a few slipped out of his grasp. Crouching down to pick them up he saw his white socks, sticking out of his pants. “Ugh,” Elliot groaned pulling on his pants legs, but they wouldn’t go budge. What was up with his clothes today?

Elliot noticed the sheets of paper had gone under the copier. He got on his hands and knees to reach for it. A grave mistake.  His dick started to expand as well as his ass. Had anyone passed by him they would have witnessed the seat of Elliot’s pants inflating, and filling with muscle. Elliot moaned and immediately ignored the paper under the copier. He certainly had not imagined that. His cock was now stuffing his boxers.  Reaching down he adjusted himself.

Peering back under the copier, the papers had drifted even further back. Elliot tried to pick up the copier to no avail. The machine was like a sack of bricks. However, Elliot would not give up he continued to try to lift the machine. The muscles on Elliot’s body tensed, then with a pulse they expanded. The harder Elliot tried to lift the bigger his muscles grew, until the copier was off the ground and Elliot easily retrieved the papers.

All papers collected the young teen stood up satisfied. He was hit with a sense of vertigo. “Had the room shifted?” he wondered. His perspective was way off from earlier, as if he were higher. Elliot looked down at his feet, he had been able to get away with wearing a pair of tennis shoes, but now his feet were beginning to feel uncomfortable.

There was a dry feeling in Elliot’s throat he needed something to drink. Placing the papers under his arm, he headed for the water cooler again. There he found a few employees loitering around. One man was holding his sleeping three-year-old daughter, laughing up a storm.

“Hey, you’re Mr. Taro’s boy,” The man said cradling his baby girl. “Nice, to meet you my name’s Mike. And this little angel—”

“Don’t bore the kid,” An older woman laughed, “He’s just here to have a good time.”

Elliot laughed awkwardly. He didn’t know what to say. It was true he didn’t care about the man’s kid, but not in a rude way. He was only a teenager, why would he care? Though there had to be a more tactful way to go about saying that. Taking a sip of water, he watched as the man and woman joked back and forth.

“For god sakes have some class.”

Elliot’s mood dropped and he recognized that sneering voice right away. Sure enough, standing there, arms cross, Sid had a scowl on his face aimed only at Elliot. The young man marched over pointing at Elliot’s outfit. “You think you can walk around our office disheveled. We have a dress code here.” Sid approached Elliot pulling up his tie. “And tuck in your shirt.”

“Get off me.” Elliot pushed the man away before Sid could do anymore damage.

“You can’t touch someone else’s kid like that man.” Mike stated, while the older female employee shot silent daggers at Sid.

“Yeah whatever. You guys think I’m stupid? Like I don’t see what’s going on here. I know you guys talked Mr. Taro into bringing his spawn here in order to woo the higher ups. But look,” Sid spread his arms out looking around, “Where, are they? Where?” He put his arms down. “Oh, that’s right clearly not here.”  He looked at Mike and the woman, “Make sure you get back to work soon,” He walked away. He just left. Leaving nothing, but his animosity behind.

Elliot thought about telling his dad, but would that solve? Nothing. It’d only make Mr. Taro go off the wall. Elliot always thought of his dad as a calm man, but it seemed Elliot was his dad’s weak point and Sid was utilizing that knowledge. Elliot feared his dad might do something that would put him out of the running for the promotion.

Walking back to his borrowed desk, Elliot found more stacks of paper waiting for him. He snatched a sticky note on top of the stack. “Can you please get this done?” Elliot wondered if it was from Sid, but it was probably another employee tricked by that asshole. Sitting his tight ass on the seat Elliot grumbled, He’d show Sid. He’d do the paper data entry, and he’d do it in record time.

Elliot began furiously typing away at the keyboard entering information. The boy never once noticed how his thighs and biceps expanded to the point of choking his clothes. Elliot had always been a jock, but his body was exceeding the physique of what a teen his age typically had. He looked like the starting quarterback for a high school varsity team. His legs continued to grow. Elliot pushed away from the desk, spreading his legs as they grew.

“Mmhh,” Elliot bit his lower lip as his pants came to rest above his hardened calves. He finished with the papers a took a deep sigh.  Resting an arm against his stomach he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he tried to drift to sleep. That bit of work had been more tiring than he imagined.

A tap on his forehead, and upon opening his eyes Elliot saw his dad smiling warmly at him.

“Dad!” Elliot got up. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep at the desk. He managed not to trip over his legs which had grown a fine layer of hair on calves. Falling asleep at a job? Just what would his dad say about that? A quick train to getting fired is what it was.

“Woah, I wasn’t trying to unsettle you,” Mr. Taro held up his hands. “You just had me worried because you were sleeping so peacefully. Thought maybe this visit had bored you a little too much.”

Hearing his dad clicked things into place. He didn’t work at this company. He never had. His dad had asked him to come today and Sid was pawing off work on him. Elliot felt so stupid that his sleepy brain had confused him.

“No dad, I’m fine.” Elliot gave his normal goofy grin, which held less child mischievousness and more of a young man’s smirk.

“That’s my boy,” Mr. Taro hugged his son, full body. Affectionate even in the office. Elliot noticed his head slipped right into his dad’s left shoulder and neck when earlier in the day he would have ended up buried between his dad’s pecs. Mr. Taro eyebrows scrunched. He held his son away by the shoulders looking his body up and down.

“Whew!” he whistled. “We gotta get you some new clothes champ. You grow faster than your mom and I realize.” Mr. Taro kissed his son’s forehead.

“Dad, we said one kiss per day!” Elliot whined, though secretly loving it.

“I know, I know it’s just I love ya so damn much I can’t help it sometimes.” Mr. Taro joked. “But if you want, we can tell your mom I haven’t give you any kisses today.”

“No!” Elliot said his voice cracked. If only puberty were to blame for it. Elliot was more concerned about his mom finding out he’d not been showered with love, than his gravelly masculine voice developing. His family was uber affectionate and his mom was the worst. She’d bury him in kisses. Put a baby or kitten in front of her, hugs, and kisses galore. No one was safe around Mrs. Taro.

“Well, I ordered us lunch and set yours in the breakroom. I’ll talk to you later.” Mr. Taro laughed walking away. He never once admitted the real reason he stopped at the desk. For a moment, Mr. Taro didn’t recognize his son and thought some stranger was sitting in their office. But when he got closer his mind put everything into place. Mr. Taro shook his head. He hoped he wasn’t getting memory problems at his age.

Elliot went to the breakroom finding a brown paper bag sitting on the counter. He could smell the food emanating from the bad his stomach growled. No mistaking what it was. Elliot tore through the bag retrieve his wrapped-up cheesesteak sub. These were for cheat days, but man were they good! He pulled it out of the bag unwrapping it and bit into it.

When he swallowed, his chest started to rumble, pushing out of his shirt. His pecs grew bigger and bigger with each bite he took. His nipples pressed through, getting harder the more his twin knockers firmed up. As he chewed his jaw grew bigger reshaping itself with angular features. Peach fuzz started to appear on his cheeks and upper lip, developing into stubble.

Opening his eyes Elliot spotted a kid no older than 6, one shoe missing, mouth open staring at him. The little boy was looking as if Elliot had pulled off an elaborate magic act.

“You’re tall,” the kid said wide eyed.

“Uh, Thanks,” Elliot tried to hold in his laugh, little kids thought everyone was big.

“Oh there you are!” A parent came collecting the child. Then the man pointed at Elliot “Ah and you’re new here, right? Heard you started last week.”

“Sid.” Elliot grumbled under his breath, “I don’t work here. I’m Mr. Taro’s son.”

“Ah I see. You know a few of the parents were going to let their kids run around on the upper floor, while we hold our post lunch meeting. I know they’d be very grateful if someone was there watching them.”

‘You’re going to let your kids run around on the upper floors unsupervised?” Elliot asked.

“Well, there’s nothing up there that can hurt them, and the ceilings and floor are pretty soundproof. Also, one of the parents was going to watch, but since you don’t work here it would help us a lot. The man said rocking his son.

A great sigh escaped Elliot lips; he knew he was going to give in. That’s why when he stepped on the elevator crowded by children, he had already accepted his fate.  Thankfully, there were two 8^th graders, but Elliot understood he was in charge here. One of the kids asked if he was hurting because his clothes were tight. Elliot laughed it off. He was just a big guy.

The elevator dinged and the children scattered on the third floor. Lights were off and there was nothing but cubicles throughout the floor. The kids had chosen hide-and-seek as their game of choice and as the oldest and most capable Elliot was “It”.

Finding the first few kids was easy but, after 4 or 5 looking for them was harder than he thought. Without people the floor the area felt expansive. The kids must have gotten creative with their spaces. Elliot mulled it over and he hoped none of the kids hid in any of the office. The parents hadn’t been clear if those places were off limits or not. Just as he was getting worried a kid dashed out from under a desk, breaking for home base by the elevators.

Elliot was taking it easy on them, but his long legs made tracking down targets easy. Even on the football field or soccer field those mighty thighs and calves propelled him forward. He touched the young boy who broke out in a fit of giggle, he swung the boy over his shoulder playfully, carrying him back to the elevator “prison” with all of his other captures.

From there it was dominos as the rest of the children fell to Elliot. They played two more games, leaving Elliot exhausted, but by that point he had figured out all the possible hiding spots.

“Okay how about you hide this time? And I’ll be it.” One of the eight graders said. She was winded and wanted to get a rest rather than seeking another spot. There were no more good places to hide. She turned around and started counting as the other kids scattered.

Elliot walked away excited to get a moment of reprieve, but where could he hide? That’s when he noticed a door to an office ajar. He stepped up and peeked inside. Nothing but a simple desk and chair. Taking a look back outside he spotted him, a child, crouched under a desk eyeing him. Elliot held a finger to his lips to signal this was their secret. The kid nodded, showing they understood. Elliot stepped into the room, closing the door.

Holding a smile, Elliot tried to hide how excited he was. This was a great hiding space. When was the last time he even played hide and seek before today?  Turning back around something was off about the room. Elliot couldn’t place it.

It wasn’t the computer on the desk, or the framed pictures and diplomas up on the wall. Elliot looked to his left. Certainly, it was not the coat rack, which held 2 fancy blazers and a raincoat. Maybe it was the small brown sofa on the side of the room. Elliot walked up to the two brown leather chairs placed in front of the mahogany desk. Running his finger over them Elliot couldn’t believe the workmanship on any of the furniture. It was next level.

“Ready or not here I come!” A female voice rang out.

That’s what was off! He didn’t have a hiding spot. At first, he thought the corners would do, however a much better option presented itself in the form of the desk. Elliot bent down on all floors, taking a small second to appreciate the carpeting. Easy on his exposed knees. He crawled under the insanely spacious bottom and sat.

The clock ticked by as Elliot heard kids being found. He thought about running to home base but he didn’t want to reveal his spot. The kids would love it when they found out where he hid. Time kept passing by as Elliot nodded off to sleep.

By the time he woke up it was later in the evening. He couldn’t hear any of the kids playing. He considered they forgot about him. There was a knock at the office door. Elliot stayed under the desk. Perhaps the game was still in play.

“Elliot, you in here son?” Mr. Taro asked.  Before Elliot could answer his dad, a grating voice cut through.

“If your son had the audacity to hide in one of our offices after explicitly asked not to let the other kids play around in them, I have to question your parenting skills.” That was Sid without a doubt. “I bet the higher ups wouldn’t want to hear about this. “Bye-bye promotion.”

Elliot made sure not to speak. If he was discovered Sid would use it no doubt.

“Let me tell you something about my son. He’s a good kid. And sometimes they mess up. But that’s life, even adults make mistakes. I have. I’m sure you have.”

Under the desk Elliot listened to his father’s words, touched. Then it happened. Elliot began shooting up like ragweed. His pants spit from the side trying to contain his thighs. Elliot’s ass ballooned out sitting up perky and firm. More tempting to bite into than an apple. Each of his cheeks forced his boxers up his legs and into his ass. Elliot bit his lip holding in moan. He couldn’t let himself be discovered. That’d spell the end for his dad.

Sid scoffed as if Mr. Taro’s words were unbelievable, “Rarely if ever. Your son is a loser like you.” Sid spat.

“Ten of you, wouldn’t be worth even a fraction of my son.” Mr. Taro said, his anger seething.

The words rang in Elliot’s ear reverberating through his body. Sweat began pouring down him Unintentionally he flexed, and his pecs responded by pushing out. Forced apart, his dress shirt began to separate at the buttons. Reaching up a hand, Elliot groped them, and the muscles carved themselves self. fuller and wider. Not to be out done, Elliot’s delts formed into a back worthy of a mountain climber. Each grunt Elliot held in, forced his back to widen with a massive wingspan.

A few feet away, Elliot’s father and Sid were too into their argument to hear any sounds. Whether it was clothes being destroyed, or Elliot’s muffled moans, all of it went unheard by the men. Sid would berate Mr. Taro and Elliot, And Mr. Taro would always respond with high praise of his son.

Panting like a dog in heat, Elliot tried to think stuffed under the desk. It was as if every time Mr. Taro spoke Elliot grew. Elliot paid attention. Insult. Compliment. Grow. 

Insult.

Compliment.

Grow.

Elliot had to get on his hands and knees. His body was getting too big to sit under the desk. A button popped off his shirt and then another. Like pins they hit the underside of the desk. The real problem was his cock. It jostled and writhed like a true trouser snake. From its sheer length and girth anyone would mistake it for an independent creature stuffed into Elliot’s pants. The pleasure was becoming too erotic for Elliot. He shifted around. His expanding ass exploded out the seat of his pants. Firm and solid muscle only growing wider to remain in proportion with the rest of Eli’s body. The award-worthy ass was making it harder to maneuver under the desk.

School and any thoughts of returning vanished from Eli’s mind as the two men continued to argue. His head started to hurt as new memories took root. Visions of him working out, sweating, and growing bigger every year since he started high school. His feet burst through his tennis shoes and socks, going from size 9 to 14, toes wiggling in the air. All he wanted to do was grow. That thought ran through his head, but it was challenged by the bickering men. Eli couldn’t fucking focus on growing with all that racket! His sweat was starting to make his scent permeate throughout the room. He smelled like a man. An alpha male.

“Do you two ever stop fighting?!” Eli emerged from under the desk, a behemoth of a man. Elliot’s tattered clothes hung from his body. His hard cock was sticking straight up, held by the underwear waist band against his newly form abs.

Mr. Taro and Sid stood shocked staring at the man who had just appeared.

“Who the fuck are you?” Sid said and although Mr. Taro was silent his face showed he was in obvious agreement. The stranger’s sudden appearance was not appreciated.

“Can’t you read?” Eli strutted to the front of the desk, sitting his fine ass down. He smoothly picked up a gold-plated name plaque that read Mr. Eli Tarkovsky. That’s who he was, proud son of Russian immigrants who had come to America when he was just a boy. Nowadays though he was a man, a big strong man. More than that he had earned his place along the higher echelons of power at Lawn & Borders, and today he was sent here to monitor “The Bring Your Child to Work |Day.” An old-fashioned idea, but even the classics had their place. Dealing with work and family showed how well employees could do under stress. He would be moving to work out of the third floor of this very building. Though he’d have no control over the day to day operations, there would never any doubt who was in charge.

The massive man crossed his linebacker arms, scanning over the two men in front of him. No one, not even Mr. Taro would ask why the man was wearing Elliot’s clothes, rather what remained of them anyway. Mr. Tarkovsky closed his eyes, holding the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. What was he going to do with these two? What did he think about these two?  For one his assistant Sid was always antagonizing Mr. Taro.  And Mr., Taro well the dude was damn proud of his son! Mr. Tarkovsky respected that. precum from Mr. Tarkovsky’s club of a cock started to leak onto his abs. His beard and moustache started to come in along with budding chest hair and a treasure trail. A dark chestnut brown overtook Eli’s warm light brown hair, leaving a mature looking man, aged like fine wine.

A hint of recognition crossed the other men’s faces. Mr. Tarkovsky was a big deal. His position in the company wasn’t exactly their boss. After all, they were just a small single branch. Mr. Tarkovsky would be more akin to their boss’ boss. Someone who should be stationed at a main building only ever glancing at this branch for quarterly earnings on a report. However, Mr. Tarkovsky was determined to make this branch his new home base. Though he had not moved in, he came to the office often to get a check of the office climate. This branch always did exceedingly well, there had to be a reason why. Turns out there were two, Mr. Taro and Sid. When Mr. Tarkovsky arrived, it was hard to pry the ambitious Sid from his ass, so Mr. Tarkovsky took him on as an assistant.

“Mr. Tarkovsky, It’s you!” Sid said cowering, after having cussed at the higher up.

However, Mr. Taro was not so easily shaken, “What were you doing under the desk sir?”

“Looking for my pen, I dropped it.” Mr. Tarkovsky came up with answer quickly, but even he didn’t believe it. What was he doing? And where was that supposed pen? Certainly not anywhere in the scraps of clothes he had on.

“Sid, please leave us. I’d like to talk to Mr. Taro now. I’ll deal with you later.” Mr. Tarkovsky stated. Sid bolted from the office room. Mr. Tarkovsky invited Mr. Taro to sit in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Mr. Taro complied.

“He’s still giving you grief about your boy, eh?” Mr. Tarkovsky laughed. “You know I can tell him to stop.”

Mr. Taro waved a dismissive hand, “No, no he needs to be told off by people on his level. If not, his ego will only get inflated. I have no problems telling him off as long as it doesn’t interfere with the workflow.”

“Then we are agreed.” Mr. Tarkovsky leaned forward smiling. As long as there were no disruptions to actual productivity, a little workplace rivalry could encourage workers to strive for even better success. Not that Mr. Tarkovsky doubted Mr. Taro’s commitment to the company. The truth was Mr. Tarkovsky had once been a young worker at the company. He was taken under Mr. Taro’s wing, who himself was in his early 30’s back then. Mr. Taro was like Mr. Tarkovsky’s company dad always taking care of him, taking on the responsibility of the young Tarkovsky’s screw ups. If not for Mr. Taro, Mr. Tarkovsky would not have shot to the top.  Mr. Taro would forever have Mr. Tarkovsky’s respect. It was only under Mr. Taro’s request that he didn’t make their former relationship as colleagues known.

“So how are things with the wife and the kid? Everything you hoped?”  Mr. Tarkovsky smiled crossing his hairy thighs together. Complete skin to skin contact, his pants from before had completely vanished. His fat cock was leaking a steady flow of precum onto Elliot’s teenage boxers. Neither man noticed, so entranced with talking to another, the boxers began to change, absorbing the translucent liquid. The waistband became a sturdier elastic with the brand name Tommy Hilfiger appearing as the fabric shifted into form fitting briefs.

“Oh, and have I got to tell you about Elliot.” Mr. Taro said happily. His gaze was off in another world although his nearly naked boss was in front of him. “He is the best son a man could ask for.”

“Yeah?” Mr. Tarkovsky was intrigued. He had never met this mysterious kid. In all his year with Mr. Taro.

“Last Friday, I’m teaching him how to play spades. After he gets the rules. My kid beats his mother and me three time in a row after that.”

Something deep inside Mr. Tarkovsky was stirring. His cock began to edge further up his body, growing harder. A dark pair of pants began to form over the muscular legs. They had and impeccable crease down each leg all the way to the hems. The pants formed unfasten leaving his package on display, especially his monster cock twitching for attention.

“That boy is something else.” Mr. Taro said his mind getting hazier as he thought of his son. The memories in his head were slipping away as he talked about them.

“Is that so?” Mr. Tarkovsky gripped the side of his desk spreading out his legs as his cock throbbed.  The tatters of Elliot’s dress shirt came together, reforming as something that was worthy of Mr. Tarkovsky. A soft purple replaced the green. A subtle hint at royalty. Much like his pants the newly formed shirt left the top to buttons unfasten. There was no way Mr. Tarkovsky’s neck would ever be constrained. Mr. Tarkovsky unbuttoned even more slipping a hand underneath to tweak his huge nipples. Listening to Mr. Taro talk about his son so happily was turning the hot Russian on.

In response to the question , it was so. Mr. Taro was more than happy to go into details about it, but images of Elliot were being pulled from his mind. Instead thoughts of him caring for his young coworker Eli slipped into place. But Mr. Taro hadn’t forgotten all about his boy yet.

“You should see my son out on the soccer field. He’s an amazing athlete! I know he loves football most and I would never say this too him, but soccer is where he shines. He plays on a club team, so no school admiration. But his mother and I could watch him play any sport all day.”  Mr. Taro’s words were filled with love. His own body began to bloat out, arms swelling along with his legs. He hadn’t just taught Eli the basics at work. Mr. Taro had shown him the ropes at the gym as well. Eli had been naturally gifted, but Mr. Taro helped him harness that power. Turing him from a boulder into a mountain of a man. That’s how Mr. Tarkovsky was born.

Mr. Tarkovsky bit his lip, watching his former father swell up with muscle. The sound of his unbuckled belt clinked through the air, as he bucked his hips. Through it all Mr. Taro still kept running his mouth about his son.  Mr. Tarkovsky’s cock turned a violent purple. He closed his eyes grinding harder into the air as Mr. Taro wouldn’t shut the fuck up about his son. Peeking an eye open he saw the warm smile on Mr. Taro’s face as he blabbed on. One thought rang through Mr.  Tarkovsky’s mind “God, he’s so fucking proud of me!”, causing him to thrust his cock into the air harder. “Oh shit!”

Cum blasted of his cock, soaring up into the air at a high level, then rained back down on him. Part of the thick white mess landed on a suit jacket that had materialized. Mr. Tarkovsky felt the hot seed on his face, opening his eyes he spotted Mr. Taro wiping cum off. Taking a finger Mr. Tarkovsky scooped cum off the side of his own face and licked it. “That’s what we love to hear. People invested in their family’s lives.”

Mr. Tarkovsky stood up displaying his hulking frame. “So how about that promotion?” He smirked.  It’s what Mr. Taro deserved for working so earnestly. Then as if a switch had been flipped, Mr. Tarkovsky face became red. He’s become painstakingly aware his hard cock was freely swinging in front of his friend’s face. Why was his cock out, and so damn hard? The thick cum that had stained him had vanished into air. One thing was certain, this would definitely be sent to HR and he’d deserve it. “I’m so sorry.” The catcher mitts he called hands tried to hide the cock, but it was fruitless. That cock hung down hard and heavy, a born attention seeker.

Mr. Taro rose up laughing, He walked over to his former underling, now boss. “I would love to talk this over at a later date. When you’re more composed.” Even he had no idea how the boss’ cock got out. They had been talking about something… then it was obvious Eli’s cock was hanging out. Mr. Taro gently grabbed Eli’s cock even as his bobbed in his hand and kindly tucked it away into the boxer-briefs. He patted it once it was sealed away and even zipped up the dress pants.

In the moment, Mr. Tarkovsy felt very babied by Mr. Taro, but had no qualms against it. All he did was hide his face. Back in the early days his huge cock got him into awkward situations that Mr. Taro covered for. Though this was on another level. He graciously accepted his former supervisor’s kindness.

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A week later, Mr. Taro was feeling on top of the world. He had earned the promotion, and Sid had to take orders. Though he still wasn’t sure what had set him over the edge. He told Eli that he didn’t want the promotion because they were friends. But Eli insisted it was entirely based on merit and he had nothing to do with the final decision.

Almost ready to leave work, Mr. Taro decided to say goodbye to Eli. The elevator was at the first floor. No doubt everyone had taken it down by now. Mr. Taro decided to use the stairs. He could use the exercise. Coming up on the third floor, Mr. Taro nodded, it was all coming together. A few more weeks and new workers would be walking through here.

Strolling along Mr. Taro heard some grunting coming from Eli’s office. The door was slightly open, and Mr. Taro peeked inside assuming Eli was doing workouts.

How wrong he was. The first thing he saw was Eli’s muscular ass pounding away. The big man was standing in the nude, except for his dress socks and shoes. His body repeatedly thrusted forward. And there was another body, moaning as Eli thrusted away.

Sid.

Sid was getting his ass pounded to oblivion. He moaned as his body was hitting the desk. All he had on was a tie that was currently being pulled by Eli. “Sucks you didn’t get the promotion, but don’t worry. I’ll be here to comfort you. Then again, one would think you’d be used to being on the bottom by now.” Eli laughed. Mr. Taro caught Eli’s cocky smile in a mirror that had been placed in the office.

Not wanting to draw attention, Mr. Taro snuck away and headed to the closest bathroom to deal with his own raging member.