One Small Problem, Part 2

After getting a good night's sleep, Kyle awoke the next morning and got out of bed. He took a long, hot shower, taking plenty of time so his hands could explore the growing muscles all over his body, and then got dressed in the typical outfit of the salesmen in his company. While most in the profession wore a suit and tie, VitaLife like to have its salesmen wear tight polo shirts and tight slacks to accentuate their physiques. Thirty days ago, Kyle would have been embarrassed to wear such outfits as they would have shown every roll of fat on his body; but now after growing into a muscular he-man, he loved to see everyone gawk at his beefy musculature.

When he arrived at work, Kyle walked into the building and instantly become the center of attention. Even though the entire sales team had athletic physiques, Kyle was taller and broader than everyone else, plus with his handsome face, full head of silky brown hair, and electric smile, people just naturally took notice. His co-workers smiled, waved, and handed out high-fives as he strode to his desk, and all the ladies (and some of the men) watched as he took off his coat. They loved to see his giant pecs and huge arms stretch out his tight shirt, and also enjoyed the view of his bubble butt as he turned around to sit down in his chair. Yes indeed, he was clearly the office hunk.

Of course, this newfound fame presented a problem for Kyle – a month ago, nobody knew who he was and didn't pay attention to anything he did. He could walk into the lab and grab some bottles without anyone really seeing because nobody noticed anything he did. Heck, his own boss probably wouldn't have realized if he didn't come into work for a few days – he just wasn't very memorable.

But that had all changed – Kyle’s every movement was noticed by someone, and everybody wanted a chance to spend some time with him. They would flock to his desk to chat just so they could have a few minutes to see his muscles up close.

"How am I going to find some experimental drugs to make my manhood bigger if everyone is always watching me?" thought Kyle. "People will see me going into the lab, and I really don't have a good reason to be there."

After mulling it over, Kyle decided that the best course of action would be to seduce one of the lab workers and ask them to steal any cock-enhancing drugs that might be available.

He walked by the lab a few times and made note of his possible victims, eventually narrowing it down to Jonas Cutler, one of the newest lab techs at the company who hadn't had the opportunity to meet many of his co-workers. Jonas also had a quiet, shy personality and possessed a small, weak frame in an organization made up mostly of athletic hardbodies, so he was not one to get much notice.

As such, Jonas spent most of his days working hard and making very little chit chat. The other employees didn't connect with him much past "Hello, Jonas" in the morning and "See ya later, Jonas" in the afternoon. And that was pretty much fine with the young lab tech, since he liked getting his work done in peace and quiet.

So he was surprised – startled even – to see that BMOC Kyle had sauntered over to his workstation and was now standing right in front of him. The salesman was wearing a tight baby blue polo shirt that showed off every ripple in his beefy torso, and a pair of tight slacks that highlighted the insane muscularity of his quads.

"Hey there, it's Jonas, right?" asked Kyle with a smile. His big body completely dwarfed the smaller man, who was only about 5'5" and weighed around 100 pounds.

"Yes, that's correct. And you're Kyle, the new salesman?"

"Indeed." Kyle reached out his meaty paw, and Jonas reciprocated and shook hands with the hunk.

"Can I help you with something?" asked Jonas after a few moments.

Kyle leaned down a little closer to the lab tech so that his massive chest was just about the only thing Jonas could see. "I just wanted to say hi and get to know you better. I thought maybe we could have lunch today."

"I'd love to," replied Jonas, who was excited to make a new friend, especially one who was looked like Kyle.

Kyle smiled even brighter, knowing that Jonas would soon be putty in his hands. "Great, stud. I'll come back here around noon and take you to my favorite spot."

Jonas smiled, too, and replied that he was looking forward to it.

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A few hours later, the two headed out of the building and walked to a nearby buffet. Jonas got a few items, mostly from the salad bar, but Kyle loaded up two plates full of chicken, beef, veggies, rice, and potatoes.

As they sat down, Jonas immediately took notice of all Kyle's food. "Wow, aren't you worried about getting fat?"

"Nah,” replied the bigger man. "You gotta eat big to get big, Jonas. It's like trying to run a motor without any gas, you know? Without all this food, I would never be able to grow all this muscle."

Jonas tried to look Kyle in the eyes, but he was mesmerized by his new friend's chest and arms. "You certainly have grown a lot of muscle, Kyle."

Kyle took notice of Jonas's staring and obliged him with a bicep flex. "Growing more and more every day, Jonas. You like?"

The smaller man felt comfortable enough to answer honestly. "I do. I really do. After lunch I'd love to go somewhere private and find out how big your muscles are."

"That can be arranged, Jonas," replied Kyle with a wink.

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Thirty minutes later, both men walked quickly into the Kyle’s house and straight up to the bedroom. Within a few seconds, the big bodybuilder had taken off his shirt and provided the little guy with a measuring tape.

Jonas took the tape and wrapped it around Kyle's right bicep, which he couldn't wait to flex and have it bulge up into a huge hard ball of muscle. "22 inches," cooed Jonas as he reached up to cop a feel after measuring. "That's got to be the biggest in the office."

"Maybe the biggest in the city. Or the state," said Kyle with a smile.

Jonas then took the tape and started to wrap it around Kyle's mammoth chest, but as he did so it slipped out of his hand, fell to the floor, and bounced under the bed. Kyle was busy checking himself in the mirror that he didn't notice Jonas looking under the bed for the tape and finding his secret stash of stolen supplements from the company.

"Oh my God, Kyle, these are experimental drugs from my lab. What are you doing with them?"

Kyle shook off his trance and turned around to see Jonas staring up at him with a confused look on his face. He wasn't sure what the right approach would be, but he quickly decided he needed to lie. "You might not remember, but I used to be a bit of the hefty side. I was always good at packing on weight, but it tended to be mostly fat. I worked in Account Support and sort of faded into the background behind the muscled-up salespeople."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember," replied Jonas.

"Well, one day the old lab boss, Rick, asked if I would like to change my body for the better. He was looking for someone to test out these supplements, and I guess he felt sorry for me 'cause I was the fat guy. I quickly agreed and starting putting on muscle." To emphasize his point, Kyle leaned down and bounced his beefy pecs in Jonas's face.

"He just gave them to you?"

"Yep," replied Kyle. "But Rick left the company before he gave me all of them. He made all but one part of my body big and strong. Just one part that I'd love to match the rest of my physique."

"What's that?" asked Jonas.

Kyle put his hands on his hips and slowly reached down toward his groin. "My cock. It's still just regular-sized, and now looks smaller since the rest of my muscles are so big. I just wish there was a way to get the one last supplement to make it huge, too. I just wish there was a way that someone could get it so I could be perfect."

Jonas knew that Kyle was lying. His former boss Rick was incredibly strict about lab protocol and would have never given out supplements; he was just too straight an arrow to break his own policies.

But Jonas also knew this was not the time to accuse Kyle – he was trapped alone with this muscle monster, so it didn't make sense for him to make the beast angry. In fact, if Jonas did play along, he might actually benefit from the situation by learning exactly how Kyle got so big and following the same path.

So Jonas decided to say what Kyle would want to hear. "I'm sure I could find you something, stud. The lab is always working on vitamins to help make people get bigger and stronger, so I bet one of them would work on Little Kyle down there.

Kyle smiled and assumed his plan was working. He let Jonas explore his body and feel the size and hardness of his muscles, even though he wasn't going to fuck the little dude. He didn't want anyone seeing his manhood until it matched the size of his muscles, and even then, it wouldn't be a wimp who got first crack at it. Kyle had already decided that Beef was going to be the first to experience his new and improved monster.

Jonas continued. "But listen, Kyle, just to make sure I get the right supplements for your dick, you need to tell me exactly what you took before to make your muscles so big – all the amounts, the times you took everything, in what order, etc."

"Why do you need to know that?" asked Kyle.

"Because I don't want any of the new drugs to counteract the old ones. What good would it do if I found a combination that made your cock huge but shrank your muscles?"

Kyle nodded. "Got it. Hang on, I'll write it all down for you." He went to his desk and got a piece of paper and a pen, and then proceeded to detail the exact supplement schedule, as well as the workout routine, that had transformed him from chunk to hunk in 30 days.

Kyle handed the paper to Jonas, who thanked him for the information. He looked it over and said, "Great! I'll get back to the lab and start working out...I mean, working on it right away."

The bigger man was relieved that Jonas didn't beg for a quickie before leaving.

"And Kyle," added Jonas," it's probably better if you don't hang around the lab or come to visit me until I get it figured out. The other employees might get suspicious, and if the company ever does realize anything is missing, you might be their top suspect. I'll just call you once I have something ready."

Kyle agreed, grabbed his shirt, and put it back on. "Good idea, little guy. Let's get back to work before anyone notices we've been gone so long."

Jonas took one last look at Kyle's incredible body before walking out the door. He had a full-on erection going, but he was too busy thinking about his new future to do anything about it right then.