(M/M, extreme/rapid wg, hyper muscle, cumflation)
Finally... After several months wasted on job hunting, I finally got an email back with good news, for once. An online interview – I can handle that. Only problem is my current wardrobe.
Sure, I had plenty of collared shirts and dress pants in my closet. But I've been, uh... softening up a bit over the years, and even though 270 pounds isn't that big, it's finally time I buy some new clothes that I can actually fit into again. I'd like to make a good first impression, and I don't think wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants is going to do that.
So I walked into a clothing store, without really knowing what I was looking for, and hoping I'd figure it out before I left. After wandering around for a bit, I had a couple options that I thought would look good, but just as I was about to go try them on, I got distracted by something in the corner of my eye...
I turned my head and felt a sudden twitching in my crotch. Standing there was a man unlike anything I'd ever seen before – gigantic, in every sense of the word. He was a few heads taller than me, and every part of him was bulging with enough muscle to be thicker than my entire body. He wore a suit that was carefully fitted to accentuate every deep curve and striation across the landscape of muscle, and it was stretched tight and close to tearing open at any moment. Through his pants a very clearly defined bulge hung low between his thighs, above that a tie dangled between his tits, and above that, a helmet with some slits for the eyes and a horn sticking out from either side turned to look back at me.
His powerful but gentle footsteps shook the ground as he approached, and I was really hoping that his huge pecs would make it harder for him to see the erection growing between my legs... "Hey. Need help finding anything?" he asked.
I didn't really need the help, but I was a little too flustered to just turn him away, so I told him that I was looking for something nice to wear for an interview. He just nodded, and led me over to a different section, grabbing a few items for me to try on.
"These are good for everyday office work, or you could go with these..." He continued talking, but I wasn't really listening. All I could do was nod every once in a while, too distracted watching his muscles contort under his clothes as he reached for a new shirt or pair of pants to show me. After a few minutes he pushed a stack of things to try on into my arms, and pointed me in the direction of the fitting rooms to try them on, and I headed straight there.
I guess I should have paid a little more attention, because after stripping myself down to try them on I realized that these clothes were too big for me. Like, way too big. How was anyone supposed to fit in these?? The loose fabric of the shirt hung down to my knees, and the pants were wide enough for me to fit into a single leg. I couldn't imagine clothes this big being a necessity for anyone... except for him...
It was getting harder to ignore the damp spot on my boxers... That guy... he was all I could think about. I tried to keep my composure out there, but now I was alone and couldn't stop myself from reaching down towards my crotch... I could barely see his head behind his pecs, I could see parts of his toned, powerful body through the gaps in his shirt, his dick was probably heavier than I was, and the sound of the door unlocking – the sound of the door unlocking!!
By the time I realized what was happening, it was already too late. There was nothing I could do quickly enough, and the knob on the door turned open with me sitting there, draped in oversized clothes with my hand wrapped around my dick. I just sat there, too embarrassed to say anything, as I watched that same guy duck down to fit through the door...
"Ah," he started. "Good to know the feeling is mutual."
... I was speechless before, but now I felt even weirder. He turned to lock the door again, and then reached down towards his waist. "It seemed like you could use some help in here..." He trailed off as he undid his belt, freeing his monstrous cock and balls from his pants, and aiming them towards me. "Those clothes don't seem to fit you very well... I can fix that."
