I couldn’t believe I was doing this. The maintenance guy had just walked past the office for the second time carrying the ladder so I knew he was going to be busy for a few minutes. I watched him surreptitiously as I worked on my computer. As he walked past and I felt myself getting hard. That arousal spreading in my loins, that electric flutter in my stomach, there was no denying it. A moment later I was walking out the door to the department mumbling about going to the rest room when I was really heading down the hall to the maintenance closet.
The maintenance guy was nothing spectacular to most people. He was a little bit shorter then I am, maybe 5’6″. Definitely a husky guy though with a nice full belly that had a bit of sag to it, but that tight blue polo shirt the Facilities staff wear held it up against the strain. Early 40’s I’d guess. Over the years working here though he’s seemed to have going grey fast with his hair now more on the white end of salt and pepper. He kept his hair in a generic short cut, parted on the side. It suited him just as the full but simple mustache did as well. His features had that look of youth a chubbier man his age carries since they aren’t as chiseled or lined from the age.
When he first sort of lumbered past my office he had on one of those brown Carhartt working gear jackets on with a hood. When he came back with the ladder he was in shirtsleeves so I knew the coat had been left behind. I don’t know what had come over me, but that coat was my goal.
I saw the maintenance closet standing open and with a quick glance up and down the hall I stepped in and set the door closed without latching it behind me. The coat was there hanging by it’s hood on a broom handle in the corner. I walked over and gripped the thick canvas of the coat, pausing for a moment wondering if I should go through with it. It was just a moment though and I had raised the coat and swung it around behind me to slip it on.
The shoulders were wider then mine so the sleeves had to be pulled up a bit to release my hands. It hung down before me as well since it was cut to accommodate a much bigger gut then I had to offer. It was still warm from him and I savored the masculine scent it had. A mix of sweat and body order and a subtle cologne or deodorant I couldn’t identify. I hunched my face down as I pulled the coat tighter about me and took a deep breath of it.
I began going through the pockets just trying to get an idea of the man who wore it. Nothing thrilling was to be found unfortunately. Some folded up work orders in one pocket, a small packet of tissues and a couple cough drops in another.
Suddenly I heard the squawk and garbled message of a maintenance radio right behind me. “I see you like that, don’t you?” A masculine voice queried me before I even had time to jump from being started. I slowly turned around, that sensual electric flutter in my stomach having turned to nausea in an instant at being discovered. There stood the maintenance guy with one hand on the doorknob.
“Well?” he asked again cocking an eyebrow.
“Uh…” was all I could muster as I felt my face flushing red hot from embarrassment at the situation.
He took a step forward and closed the door behind him. With a look up and down as if sizing me up he moved closer to stand before me. “I guess I’m flattered. I’ve never had anyone sneak into my gear before.” Then he laughed and looked down at his chest as he spread his arms wide. “Look at me though, not like I’m anyone’s dream.”
Once again I marveled at my impulsiveness as I heard my self mumble out, “I think you’re hot.”
He gave out a laugh so boisterous his gut shook with it. The simple act had me mesmerized and I watched him place his hands on the sides of his gut from the mirth. Then one of his hands rose to my face and drew my chin up directing my gaze at him again. “Well I think you’re kind of cute too there son,” he said. He slid his hand to the back of my head and drew me to him into a kiss.
It was wonderful. His mustache brushing against my lip as we kissed. Immediately I responded with passion opening my mouth to draw his tongue in with greed. He raised his arm around my back and pulled me tight against him. It was so erotic to feel his heavy gut pressed against me. It carried such a masculine presence and power. For a few minutes I was lost in those moments, driven by passion to feel him and kiss him.
He pulled back gasping a bit, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “I guess you do like me there.” He said with a low chuckle as he reached down to roughly grope my cock straining against my pants. His hands were thick with short sausage like fingers and that just made my cock throb even harder seeing them down against me. He laughed again and looked up at me. “You sure like my body, don’t you?”
“Heh, yeah, you’re real hot to me. A comfortable masculine guy is such a turn on for me.” I blushed again a bit at that but didn’t look away from his gaze.
Eyes still locked his demeanor changed a touch more serious. He reached down and undid the buckle on the belt straining beneath his gut. Released the belly sagged down a little as he unzipped. With a bit of a grunt and an arch of his back to heft up the gut he reach down for his short thick cock. He ran a finger over the precum slowly gathering at the head then licked the finger with the tip of his tongue.
His gaze still heavy on me, he slowly leaned forward and I met him in a kiss. I tasted his thick salty fluid and savored it as it passed over my tongue and into me. I felt the thrill of passion wash over me and we let it drive us again. I barely registered him undoing my pants and pulling down my underwear. When our cocks were thrust together - his back arched to grind them roughly together - I swear the rush of it all caused my vision to black out for a thunderous heartbeat.
I sighed heavily as he pulled away again, this time both of us panting. He quirked a smile again, “We both better get comfortable,” he said and with that he began to remove his clothes.
I just stared at him. This was incredibly erotic but I wasn’t going to have sex in a maintenance closet where someone could walk in at any time! I started to voice a complaint when I felt really flushed all of a sudden. I pulled at my collar and when I let it snap back it felt tighter somehow. I glanced over at the guy again and something looked different but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “C’mon son, I’m not going to fit in those clothes you’ve got on.”
I cocked my head confused and then I felt a kind of flip happen in my stomach and looked down. My gut was inflating slowly like bread rising beneath a towel. The realization of what was happening kicked in, no matter how crazy it seemed, and I quickly pulled off his coat and my clothes.
My chest was already softening and filling out, I could feel my shoulders widening and rounding as well. The thick chest hair was fading from view on my chest and leaving me smooth. I looked over at his chest and saw his slimming down some and growing slightly taller. Brown hair was spreading lightly at first across his chest then thickening into a familiar pattern.
My hands were changing with a tingle and I raised them before my eyes to see them get stubbier and the fingers thicken into his ham-fisted grip. This got me even more excited for some reason and I looked down to see my cock thicken and throb. I saw a patch of my light steel grey hair of my pubes, but the view was eclipsed as my gut continued to fill out before me.
I felt my center of gravity shift and I had to adjust my weight on smaller thicker feet to accommodate it. I arched my back to shift the weight of that gut to carry it easier in swing that suddenly almost felt natural. I raised those thick-fingered hands up and savored the thick mustache on my lip now. Running my hands over my face feeling my features as they’ve never felt before.
I glanced over and the changes on the guy seemed almost complete and it was bizarre to see myself standing there. Something seemed wrong though and I couldn’t quite place it. He laughed and I must have gotten an even more confused look on my face. “The change is complete son,” he said in my voice. “It’s just like hearing yourself on a recording, you’re just not used to seeing yourself outside of a mirror. You’ll get used to it.”
“Wha- what just happened?” I mumbled, the voice a deeper rumble in my chest and I liked it.
“You wanted my body, I let you have it. I knew there was more to it then just physical attraction. I knew that when I saw you wearing the coat. Go ahead, put them on now,” He said as he tossed his clothes over to me. “They’re yours for the rest of the day.”
It was almost just as erotic seeing his body, now my body, slipping into his clothes. I pulled the plain white socks over my thick feet. Wider then mine ever hoped to be, he was built like a bull. The plain blue boxers brushed over my thighs almost too tight to fit them and the waistband disappeared from my view as I settled it under my pendulous belly. The white undershirt whose collar I saw under his work uniform was next. It still smelled distinctly of him since I hadn’t gotten used to my new scent yet. My arms were stronger but their mass and girth limited my range of motion in ways I hadn’t expected as I awkwardly passed the polo short next over my head. I smoothed the shirt down over my gut and the motion was so sensual for me. The act of it so erotic I felt my short cock tenting the boxers, my now larger nipples aroused as well.
Slipping on the jeans I cinched up the belt and loved the pressure it put on my gut. It gave a reminder of the belly and the space of its presence. I went to slip into the black work boots standing up as I’ve always done and almost fell over. I flailed my tick arms trying to regain my balance in this unfamiliar form. I heard a laugh and saw the guy all dressed in my clothes smiling at me. “You’re going to have to sit down and tie them on faith. I haven’t been able to see around my gut to lace up my boots for a few years.” With that he gave my gut a pat and it was like electricity through me.
I reached over and pulled him close and thrust my tongue into his mouth in another passionate kiss. I’d never really been attracted to someone like myself before but suddenly in the midst of all this the passion was there and I was turned on by myself. I had to swing my gut a bit and throw the weight to pull him close to me now. The presence of this gut was so new to me every aspect of discovery drove me wild and it showed. I roughly pressed against him, holding him tight with my new strength. Bearing down on him physically, savoring that strength and aggression.
Minutes late he managed to pull away from me. “Whoa there tiger. It’s damn hot but we’ve got responsibilities. I’m not going to let you lose me your job. I’m going to get back to your desk and you’ve got work to do yourself bud.” He reached into the coat pocket and pulled out the work orders. “These need to be done by the end of the day. Lucky you though gets to go enjoy lunch now though. Don’t waste any time, takes a while to fill that gut, trust me I know.” He winked and began to turn away.
“How am I going to do your job? I don’t know a thing about ventilation systems or being an electrician.”
“Yes you do bud, just think about it.”
I paused and stared at one of the work orders and realized bubbling up from the back of my mind was the knowledge of how to handle it. With that my stomach rumbled and I snapped back into focus.
“Heh, see there son. I’ve been up since five this morning, don’t keep my belly waiting on lunch. This isn’t permanent, it’ll all go switch back later tonight. Meet me back here after work. I think we’ll have a great evening exploring.” Another wink and he was out the door.
I stared down at the gut arching before me and held my hands out before me flipping them around wonderingly. Adjusting to the fact the thick hands before me were mine, responding to my thoughts. Another rumble of my stomach and I reached over and slipped on the coat. It fight my shoulders just right now, which shouldn’t surprise me but it still gave me a thrill. I zipped it up and it was a bit tight around my belly. I liked the tightness of it, the close fit of all my clothes.
I lumbered out into the hall and smiled at the sound of the facilities keychain jingling. A sound that always made me look up from my work in the past to see who might be coming round. Now it was background noise to my thighs rubbing together as I walked which was like music to me now.
My first stop was the restroom. I had to see all of my new self. A quick glance under the stalls confirmed I was alone and with a pause I turned to see a new face looking back at me. I let out a guttural laugh and just gazed into the mirror. My grey eyes darted over my new broad features. The nose rounded in contrast to my old Romanesque features. The mouth full tucked into rounded cheeks, neatly trimmed yet full the mustache sat above the lip. I brushed it again with a finger and then dragged my hands down my cheeks smirking. In the back of my mind I half expected the features to distort like a mask as I pulled at them. I was glad that once again it was confirmed this all was real.
The door swung open and in walked another facilities guy I’d seen around. “There you are John, I’ve been looking all over for you. Let’s get to lunch.”
With hardly a thought his name popped into my head. “Yeah Rob, I’ll be right with ya. Just finishing up here.”
“Okay man, I know you won’t keep me and lunch long. Heh.” He gave my gut a playful punch and turned back out the door.
I idly rubbed the spot he punch and gave myself one final look over in the mirror. This afternoon was going to be a lot of work, but I was looking forward to it!
I pulled open the door and growled, “C’mon man, let’s go get some grub.” A pat of the belly and a wink at Rob and I was lumbering down the hall towards the cafeteria.
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