Steve was the best.
The best dressed, the best talker, overall the best executive in his office. At least, he thought so.
At 28, Steve was in the best shape of his life. Fit, handsome, you bounce a coin off his ass. Men and women both drooled over Steve, and boy did he know it.
He knew that his charm and his good looks could get him anywhere. Just show off his tight little waist in his button downs and his bubbly ass in his tight slacks, and he was good to go.
He wasn't much good at his job, but with a jawline like that, he didn't have to be.
However, with all the slacked off work that was piling up around him, he needed an assistant to fill in. That was where Marcus came in.
22 year old Marcus was a welcome addition to the firm. Young, athletic, with a suave sense of style that accentuated his good sense of humor.
His first day of work, he'd showed up early, 15 minutes before his boss decided to.
He greeted Steve with his usual coffee, and a donut.
Steve didn't usually eat that kind of thing, but he rolled his eyes and took a bite as he explained the day's activities to his young intern.
It wasn't long before he had finished the donut, which had surprised him with just how good it tasted. He casually sucked his fingers as his new assistant smiled and walked out.
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The first week had been a bit of a blur, but Steve was already seeing the results of heaping piles of work on his helpful assistant. As Marcus worked hard keeping up with Steve's workload, Steve was left with all kinds of free time.
Today was no exception.
He had ducked out of a dull-looking staff breakfast to have some alone time, and sent Marcus in his place. He took a brief nap in his office, only to awaken with Marcus standing over him.
He had a box of something in his hand.
Marcus gave Steve a rundown of the meeting's events, and informed him of an upcoming luncheon with their firm's clients in about a month or so.
The box, as he would later find out, was a box of donuts, from the bakery Marcus stopped by every morning for Steve. Apparently they had been left over from the meeting, and he was going to be nice and pass them out all over the office.
Steve stopped him.
He instructed Marcus to leave the box on his desk, so that people could have them when they dropped by his office... As an incentive, he had said.
Marcus cracked a smile, placing them down and leaving.
It only took a few minutes before Steve had walked over to the box. They smelled so good, and he figured his employees wouldn't miss one.
After all, they were leftovers.
But, after Steve had finished his first, he had gone for a second... Then a third, as he forgot about his strict diet for a moment.
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With all this extra time piling up, so too did the fat on the young man's backside. Steve didn't know it yet, but the tightness of his ass and the definition of his abs were all about to come crashing down.
By the end of the day, Steve reached into the box, only to find there was nothing there.
What? Empty? There were 24 donuts in there. He hadn't had any walk ins today.
He felt his stomach churn as he realized what he had done.
He vowed to go to the gym in the morning, and work it off.
As he waddled out of the office, Marcus smirked.
It was working quickly.
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The next morning, Steve walked in, jiggling a bit. But not noticing so much that, as his insatiable hunger. He had skipped the gym, too much work to do this morning. That was the excuse he had settled on. He hadn't been in a week or so, but figured going a bit harder next week would make up for it.
