Chapter 1: Introduction
New horizons, new possibilities. That's what they said things were made of. A fresh start, a brighter future. I mean, come on, how many times have we all heard that bullshit? But this time, I felt it in my bones. I had a spark in my soul. A fire burning so hot, it was threatening to break loose.
Thad Jameson had arrived in town, and no one was going to tell him otherwise.
I had just walked into the local bar when I caught a glimpse of her.
Sprawled across two chairs, with legs splayed wide and a pair of colossal breasts spilling out of her tight top, she was a sight to behold. My heart started racing, my body on high alert. I'd never seen anything like it.
"Hey there," I said, keeping my voice casual. "New in town?"
She looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine with a sly, knowing grin. "You could say that," she said, her voice thick with an accent that sent shivers down my spine.
"Name's Bea. But you can call me Bea-utiful."
I chuckled, and extended my hand. "Nice to meet you, Bea-utiful. I'm Thad."
She took my hand, and I could feel the electricity between us. It was like a magnet, pulling us closer together. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts, they were simply mesmerizing. The way they jiggled and swayed with every movement, it was hypnotic.
I couldn't help but stare.
"I see you've noticed," she said with a wink. "They're a bit much, aren't they?"
I cleared my throat, trying to keep my cool. "A bit, yes. But they're definitely not a bad thing."
She let out a husky laugh, and I could feel myself getting hard. I couldn't believe it, but I was falling for this woman already.
"Well, Thad," she said, her voice low and seductive, "I'm glad you think so.
But there's more to me than just these... assets."
Her eyes twinkled playfully, and I couldn't help but be drawn in. In that moment, I knew I wanted more. I wanted to get to know her, to learn what made her tick. And more than anything, I wanted to make her mine.
"I can tell," I replied, trying to sound confident. "You have a fierce energy about you, Bea. And I don't just mean physically."
She smiled, clearly pleased with my response. "You're not wrong," she said.
"I've always been a bit of a wild one. Always looking for the next adventure. And I have a feeling you're just the man to keep up with me."
I felt a twinge of fear at the challenge she presented, but I was also exhilarated. I'd never met someone who quite matched my energy like this, and I couldn't wait to explore what was between us.
"I'm definitely up for the challenge," I said, beaming.
"But first, I should probably introduce you to my boss, Mrs. Winkler. She's not exactly thrilled about my... size, and she's been making threats about firing me if I don't conform."
Bea shrugged indifferently, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. "I'll take care of it," she said with a cocky smile. "I've dealt with worse."
The next day at work, I could feel the tension in the air as soon as I walked into the office building. Mrs.
Winkler's office was a glass cube on the corner of the floor, overlooking the city. It was a symbol of her power and dominance in the company, and the last thing I needed was for her to start making good on her threats.
As I approached her office, I could see Bea already there, sitting across from Mrs. Winkler with a sly smile on her face. I could feel my heart start racing as I approached, wondering what I was going to find when I opened the door.
"Thad," Mrs. Winkler barked when she saw me, "glad you could join us. Have a seat."
I did as I was told, sitting down heavily in the chair next to Bea. I could feel her eyes on me, sizing me up.
"Thad," Mrs.
Winkler continued, "I've been hearing some concerning things about you. Things that make me question your ability to do your job here at the company. And I don't appreciate being questioned."
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. I didn't want to give her any reason to be suspicious of me. "I understand your concerns, Mrs. Winkler," I said, my voice steady. "But I can assure you, I have every intention of doing my job to the best of my ability."
She scoffed, leaning back in her chair.
"You're a liability, Thad. And I've had just about enough of it. You're fired."
My heart sank. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had just found Bea, and now I was losing my job. But I wasn't about to let her win without a fight. I looked over at Bea, who was watching the scene unfold with a sly smile on her face. She gave me a subtle nod, as if to say 'I've got this.'
"Now, hold on just a minute, Mrs.
Winkler," I growled, feeling the heat rise in my chest.
"You can't fire me simply because I'm different. That's discrimination."
Bea gave a smug look as she sat back and asked, "whats the matter? Is Thad too BIG?"
Bea asked, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
Mrs. Winkler's face turned red with anger. "I run a professional office here, miss, and Mr. Jameson's behavior is anything but professional."
I shifted in my seat as Bea unleashed the word that I knew was linked to my curse and gift. I felt my pants tighten as my muscles slightly grew
in size. I could tell that Mrs. Winkler noticed my growth too, as her eyes widened and her gaze dropped to my crotch.
"You see, Mrs. Winkler," Bea continued, "Thad's 'condition' can't be helped. It's a part of who he is. And I, for one, think it's quite impressive. Don't you agree?" Bea licked her lips, giving Mrs. Winkler a long, slow look from the top of her head to the tip of her shoes.
Mrs.
Winkler gulped hard and adjusted herself in her seat, seemingly uncomfortable by Bea's evaluation. "That may be so, but I cannot allow an employee to grow to such an extent that it distracts others from their work. It's simply unacceptable," Mrs. Winkler retaliated sternly.
I leaned forward, my muscles growing just a little bit more as I placed my arms firmly on the desk. "I understand your concerns, Mrs. Winkler, but I can assure you that I have never allowed my size to interfere with my work.
In fact, I've consistently been one of the top performers in the company. Surely, I deserve some measure of leniency for something that is completely beyond my control."
Bea made sure to chime in, adding a teasing remark as she found the whole situation funny and even arrousing. "That is right, Thad is a BIG help in the office and a BIG asset"
she said while winking at me. Judging by Mrs. Winkler's twitching jaw and scowling face, I knew my girl had hit a nerve.
Just as I was about to respond confidently to Mrs. Winkler, the phone on her desk rang. She hesitated, torn between continuing the confrontation and answering the call. Bea knew exactly what to do and whispered something in my ear. I felt my muscles begin to inch towards even more growth, and just in time, Mrs. Winkler stood up and left her office to take the call.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Bea leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear.
"You're doing great," she whispered. "But I think I can help her see things from our perspective."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her confidence. "And how do you plan on doing that?"
Bea smiled mischievously and stood up from her chair, her enormous breasts bouncing with every movement. "Just watch," she said, before walking over to the door and locking it.
Mrs.
Winkler returned a few minutes later, her cheeks red from the strain of trying to maintain her composure.
"Is there a problem Mrs. Winkler?" I asked, keeping my tone light and casual, despite the tension in the room.
Bea's smile never wavered as she sauntered over to the window and gazed out at the city below. I could tell she was enjoying every moment of this, and honestly, so was I.
"No, no problem at all, Thad," Mrs.
Winkler replied, her voice strained. "I was merely checking in with HR to see what our options are in regard to... your situation."
I nodded, feigning understanding. "I see. Well, I would appreciate it if we could come to some sort of understanding. I really do enjoy working here."
Mrs. Winkler nodded stiffly, her eyes flicking over to Bea, who was still standing by the window, her silhouette framed by the bright sunlight outside. She began to notice the tightness in my shirt and pants as my body had grown three times since Bea used the word 'big' while we spoke. Every time I hear that word, my muscles grow, or my cock grows, or I grow taller or even everything grows
a little bit more, depending on the situation.
Mrs. Winkler's gaze locked on the bulge in my pants, and her eyes widened. She took a hesitant step back, as if unsure of what to do next. Bea noticed her reaction and turned around, giving Mrs. Winkler a smirk.
"Thad has an impressive feature, wouldn't you agree?" Bea said, emphasizing the word 'impressive.' I couldn't contain my chuckle at the obvious subtext of her words. Mrs.
Winkler was speechless, her eyes still fixed on Thad's growing figure and the bulge in his pants.
Bea broke the silence, letting out a small laugh. "Yes, Thad certainly has an... impressive power," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think it's only fair that we embrace it and work around it. After all, he is one of the top performers in the company."
Thad saw the opportunity to diffuse the tense situation and took it.
"I couldn't agree more, Bea." He stood up from his chair, feeling more confident as he saw Mrs. Winkler's gaze focused on his muscular chest and the bulge in his pants. "As a matter of fact, I would be happy to demonstrate just how impressive my... power can be."
Mrs. Winkler raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Thad smirked. "Well, Mrs.
Winkler," I said, my muscles rippling as I spoke. "I'd be happy to show you what I can do. You see, every time I hear the word 'big,' I grow bigger and stronger. It's a bit of a unique situation, but I've learned to use it to my advantage."
Mrs. Winkler's eyes widened as she took in my muscular frame, the bulge in my pants, and the sheer size of me. I could see the cogs turning in her mind as she tried to process what was happening.
I had to admit, I was enjoying the power dynamic between us. It was a new sensation, but one I could get used to.
"I'm listening," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I gave her a slow, deliberate nod. "Good," I replied. "I'm glad. Because you see, Mrs. Winkler, I've been working in this office for a while now, and I've noticed something."
She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
"you can't keep your eyes off my massive muscles or my giant cock's bulge. And you want to touch it and get experience it for yourself. Well, today can be your lucky day if you agree to promote me instead of firing me".
"Fine, Jameson, I'll give you a promotion. A BIG promotion. But you need to get your... issue under control."
Bea couldn't contain her laughter anymore and let out a loud cackle, her enormous breasts bouncing with every laugh. "Oh, Mrs. Winkler, I think Thad has his issue under control just fine," she said, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
I reflexively stood up and heard my clothes begin to rip as Winkler mentioned that magic word again. It felt incredible this time, growing bigger with the knowledge that I would be getting a promotion.
Winkler gaped as she looked up at my majestic muscular body,
and my monster cock that already was popping out of my shredded pants. My cock was pulsating and eager for action, as I began unbuttoning my shirt fully.
As I stood before Winkler in all my glory, her eyes wide with a desire-filled terror, I smirked and unleashed my deepest, sexiest voice, "I won't take no for an answer, Mrs. Winkler - get on your fucking knees and worship me."
Winkler hesitated only for a heartbeat, before sinking to the ground in submission.
With trembling hands, she reached up and began to worship my impossibly massive cock. Her mouth stretched wide open as she struggled to accommodate its girth, but with each passing moment she seemed to grow a little stronger, as if fueled by the power of her own desire.
With a low growl, I grabbed a handful of her silky hair, pulling her closer. My hips began to thrust upward, fucking her mouth with slow, firm strokes.