Transition Into The Role 2: Bob

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[COLOR=#000000]Transition Into The Role 2: Bob [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Jesse found he needed to pull himself in a bit from his initial eagerness to use this program his former, and once again current, subordinate Glen had created. After all, being too quick on the draw was how Glen found himself in the position he was in now, and the body. Had he taken a few more steps, verified a few more results, Glen wouldn?t have gone from a 40 year old computer tech to a 20 year old bodybuilder obsessed with out growing his teammate Kevin in the muscle department, and only able to hold a job in the company?s mail room. Jesse?s own life had taken some twists and turns lately and he wanted to make sure he stayed in control, so that no one could do to him what Glen did to others. Although all these changes certainly did seem to?.well he had things to do.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Jesse?s first thought was to go after his old manager Bob. While there were others that needed his attention, maybe even more urgent attention, the thought of Bob would not leave Jesse?s head. Bob Hernandez. The man who made sure that everyone knew the ?Hernandez? meant nothing. Never met a man so completely divorced from his heritage. All the time that Jesse worked for Bob, all he could think was that if the man didn?t care about his Hispanic background, fine, but to go so far out of his way to make sure everyone know how little impact it had on his life, how little he cared about it, how it just wasn?t part of how he identified himself. Obsession wasn?t a strong enough word for it. Nor was obsession strong enough to describe Bob?s need to have everything spotless for his group. Desks had to be perfect, lunch trays taken down to the cafeteria within second of the food being eaten, even the small recycling boxes they had for paper needed to have all the pages stacked nicely. Of course Bob would always point out how this was proof as to how far he had come from his ?Hernandez? family, that unlike them, he liked things clean.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Well, Jesse thought, this was almost too easy but then again, for his fist try at this, maybe having it set up this perfectly was a good thing. Not that Jesse was going to be doing any great warping of reality that the program had the potential of doing, he told himself. Just as long as they wound up big and stupid, that?s all Jesse was looking for. Except maybe Bob, he got shrunk down to 5?5?, so not so big in height. A shorter build would better accommodate all the muscles that Jesse was going to be giving Bob. And big would certainly describe Bob?s dick when this was all done. Stupid though, yea he?d have stupid locked up. Age got lowered too, and then got lowered a little more. But what got upped even ore than Bob?s muscle quota was his Hispanic heritage. Checking the program Jesse saw it was normally at 30%, not really as low as Bob would have made it seem. But it was going to now to, say, 95%. And Bob?s knowledge of English down to 40%. He wanted to make sure Bob could understand and speak English, but there was no reason for him to do it well. Nothing got increased as much as Bob?s queer quotient, but as fantastic a program as this was, it still wouldn?t accept a percentage higher than 100%, so that would have to do.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]After a few more tweaks, like for hair color, body hair amount and a nice side join Jesse found to link people?s employment status into HR?s network to make that not only run smoother, but assured it would run the way he wanted it to, Jesse subbed the job, sat back and enjoyed the rush that came with such power. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day One ? Monday Afternoon:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob wasn?t sure what put the idea in his head but he sure was glad that he checked the internal job listings that afternoon. A position open that he had been waiting on. Some would consider it only a lateral but then some didn?t understand how these things worked. Getting this new position, hell even being considered for it, was a major plus for him. The right people would start to see his work and that would get him on the fast track like he wanted[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Plus Bob was excited that he?d get to head into the city for meetings at the down town head quarters on Tuesday and Thursday. Getting to rub shoulders with the big boys was a plus just before a big interview. Great name dropping material.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The only off thing was his basketball game that night. He and a few guys from the company got together on Monday nights at a local Community Center to play baskets for a while. There was a small league going but they only played a few games per season. Mainly it was just getting together for the fun of it. But tonight, well it wasn?t like his game was off, just different. Bob had more power behind his passes, and when he caught the ball, it was a solid grip. Running up and down the court though, that was off. Like his legs were cramping or his muscles too tight. While he could feel the power in his jumps, he just didn?t seem to be getting the height he used to. Bob talked to one of the staff trainers after the game, see if he had any pointers. Mainly the guy suggested coming in more and using the weight machines to loosen up his muscles before the game, and build them up, when he heard that Bob sat behind a desk 8 to 10 hours, 5 or more days a week. While he complimented Bob on his build, and Bob was feeling practically studly that night, the trainer cautioned against having too much of a sedimentary work life. Finding a way to get on his feet for as much as 10 minutes every hour would be a big help. That and getting some better fitting gym clothes. If Bob wanted to move better, not so loose clothing would help. Bob figured on that point the guy was certainly right. His current set must have been in the wash and then stretched out while playing a few too many times. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Two ? Tuesday Morning:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Tuesday morning had not gone the way Bob had hoped. He had trouble following the directions he had been given to get to the down town office. Have to talk to the team?s Administrative Assistant about her lack of detail. Even before all that fun Bob had found that his suit really didn?t fit that great any longer. His current cubical life didn?t require him wearing it much, if ever come to think about it. Once he gets that new job he could splurge on a new suit, but today he had to make due with this one. Oddly it wasn?t just small like he though it would be, Bob must have gained some weight since the last time he wore it over a year ago. But while it was much tighter in the shoulders and chest, the waist was a lot larger than it should have been, and it was a good inch or more longer in the pants than he needed. The sleeves also were tight at the top, and too long at the end. A couple of quit folds and some duct tape got the pants legs where they should be, just have to be careful with that today. And also be careful when shaking hands with the big boys. Don?t stick his hand out too forcefully or those sleeves will shoot past his palms. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The meetings hadn?t gone as well as he would have liked either. Maybe he was flustered from running late, maybe he was just overly pumped from being allowed to sit in with the big guys, but something just wasn?t clicking. Like he was having issues understanding everything. A few times when he had been asked questions, Bob not only didn?t have an answer, he couldn?t even bluff his way around with a non-answer answer. All the heavy hitters for the company were in the room though, Bryan the second in command just below Dale the CEO. Gene, one of the long time managers and high ranking owners. And Justin who?well no one really knew what Justin did, but he was always around and you wanted to make sure you were at your best when he was. This was not the group you wanted to show any weakness in front of. Not even splashing a little water on his face during the lunch break helped. Mainly because Bob got the end of his sleeves wet and even though he swore he did, it looked like he hadn?t shaved that morning. Bob?s mantra became that he needed to get his act together and wake up. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Two ? Tuesday Night[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob was able to get through most of the rest of the day without much more damage control needed. As the day went on he found that the major issues came when he tried to speak up at the meetings. Today when he tried, he didn?t have anything to say and couldn?t say it very well either. So he just stopped trying. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]After that long frustrating day he figured he?s listen to the trainer at the Community Center and go work out for a while. Not only were his muscles feeling more bound than before, Bob thought he could let go of the day?s frustrations at the gym. Unfortunately it wasn?t till he was unpacking his gym clothes that he remembered just how poorly they were fitting any longer. Shit, he thought throwing his stuff into the locker. Didn?t feel like just going home but really couldn?t wear this stuff on the weight machines. They were too loose, they?d get caught in the mechanisms. Shit. Then it hit him, the Center had a thrift store that included used clothes. Ehhh, not really what he normally report to, but he was in a bind. Besides, he?s just need some shorts and a shirt. They washed the stuff before they sold it, didn?t they? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Thinking it was the first thing that had really gone right that day, Bob was happy to find a decent selection of shorts and gym gear at the small store, and that the place was just about empty. So no one he knew would see him shopping there. At first he dug through the stacks of clothes looking for things in his size, but when he checked them out, they all looked too big. Well, like his stuff, they were well worn and probably stretched out. Eventually he found some sweat pants that fit, thanks to the drawstring waist, and the tank top from the local high school. Kind of cool being able to still fit into a shirt a high school kid would normally wear. It was cut nicely too. Made his shoulders look broader and his chest bigger. The pants made his ass look bigger too. Well higher at least. One thing Bob wouldn?t pick up at the thrift store, no matter what, was a new jock strap. If he wanted used jock straps he?s go buy one off the internet. Why did he think that? Anyway, his old one still sort of fit. The ass straps were a little tight, like they had more to go around, but again the waist strap was too loose. Bob though of trying to tie it of somehow but figured he?d just make it do. The pouch felt great, fight but really full. The end of his dick was rubbing against the fabric, sending little rushes of pleasure when he moved just right. Must have been the fabric that shrank and the looseness of the waist strap that made the pouch seem to hang down lower than before. Nothing that couldn?t be covered up by the sweats. Bob had to roll up the ends of the pants legs to he could walk around without tripping over the end. Sort of like what happened with his suit, but it was OK to do this with second hand gym clothes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The work out went well though. Bob could really feel the tension moving out. For the first time that day he could concentrate on what he was doing. Maybe not really thinking abut what he was doing, but he felt that centered state of mind that he usually got while going over programs and system analysis at work. Bob hadn?t worked out on the machines all the much, usually just at the start of their knock off basketball tournaments to get a little more in shape. But today was good. Today felt great. When he moved to some of the more basic machines, the trainer he talked to the night before came over to help spot him. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]He went by the name of Rafe but Bob knew it was short for Raphael. Certainly the shaved head and no facial hair helped give him a persona of edge that a trainer needed. He had a nice smile though and brown eyes that light up when Bob went the extra mile and pushed the workout. This Rafe was OK. Really patient and gave great tips. A bit too hands on at times. While working his legs Bob knew the guy went in to help support his leg in the raise, but the hand placement so close to the inner thigh, a bit unexpected. The hands were warm and solid and bob had to admit did support him. Maybe not as strong had they been supporting him at the knee but, it?s not like he was a trainer like this guy. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]After Bob was done though, man was the work out evident on his body. Rafe assured him that was to be expected. That Bob was already in pretty good condition and all the muscle pumping got the blood flowing in the right direction and ballooned him up some. He told Bob not to get discouraged once he went down some, it was to be expected. But regular workouts would only get those muscles bigger and staying swelled up longer. Bob took a long time checking himself out in the mirror near the showers. Really looked good. But shit, he had to have not shaved at all the morning. His beard growth was at least two days if not more. He toweled himself down and really tried to dry out his hair. All the humidity in the locker room and shower was getting his hair to go all curly on him like it did when he was a kid.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]It was late when he got home. While it had been a long day and the work out certainly took his last remaining wind, Bob decided to log on into work and check his messages. Checking one piece of e-mail though got Bob from tired to charged up to pumped up far beyond what the work out had done. He had a phone interview set for the next day for that position he applied for. Perfect. At least something besides throwing some dumbbells around went right.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Three ? Wednesday Late Morning:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The best thing, Bob thought, about working from home was he didn?t have to have, didn?t have to shower, shit, he didn?t even have to get dressed. His work day started at 9:30 so he set his alarm clock for 9:20. So Bob shot out of bed the second the alarm went off, switched on the computer and made his morning coffee while it logged him into the system. Pretty sweet. Like the results of the last few days wroth of workouts wasn?t getting his charged enough. Getting to hang out with the big guys yesterday and the interview in a few hours, that alone got Bob stiff at a board just thinking about it. While the computer did its thing and the coffee brewed, Bob all but absentmindedly jerked off leaving against the kitchen sink. It seemed a little off, like it was higher than it should have been on is back, but bob couldn?t remember ever standing in the nude, in his kitchen, leaning his back against the sink., so he didn?t have anything to compare it to. His dick felt great this morning. Nothing better than beating off you morning wood all the way. Must have just been how great he was feeling that caused is dick to swell up even bigger than usual, thicker. Bob could feel the veins snaking around it like they were filled with concrete instead of blood. Just as the coffee maker pinged and the Windows operating system tune filled the air, Bob turned around and shot into the sink. Just barely though. He had to stand on tip toes in order to shoot into the sink, and not against it. Luckily the length of his dick took him over the edge. Man, he didn?t remember the last time he shot off that much. Had to run the tap for a minute or more to wash it all away. Have to start having sex in places like the kitchen more often if he was going to get those types of results. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob sauntered back into his makeshift office and got to work. Well, as much work as he was going to do that day. The focus of the day was that interview at 11:30. Everything could just coast along till he was ready for it. Not a lot of what he had to do was making sense anyway. The reports he got looked correct, but nothing was really making sense. Almost like it was a foreign language. He must have just been too focused on the meeting. Bob was even doing these little voice exercises this actress want to be he once dated showed him. Repeating ?Me, me, me, my, my, my, moe, moe, moe.? Just to keep his voice loose. Sounded good today. And the voice lessons made it sound deeper, more manly and younger. Always a good thing when trying to impress people. Having a few beers after his morning breakfast didn?t hurt keep him loose and relaxed, along with his voice. Another plus about working form home. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]11:30 came, Bob called the number he had been given and suddenly wished he had learned some relaxation exercises from that girl too. Just two questions in and he was fumbling big time. Pulling major brain farts of answers, not really having the examples they wanted. Maybe he had a few too many beers after all. Bob calmed down, concentrated and nailed the last half of the interview. Sure the questions were more personal but he was able to turn on the charm more and be more relaxed. In situations like this they never give an answer to if you?ve got the job or not, but despite the early fumbles, Bob felt he had a lock on it. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob came up with another good reason to do interviews over the phone. They couldn?t see the flop sweat he broke out into 5 minutes into it. At least since he was still naked he could run in and out of the shower and freshen up some. Might clear his head. The hot water felt good and relaxing. Bob could even get it to hit the top of his head without having to bend down like normal. Maybe he slept funny. He remembered hearing that if you slept stretched out, you could actually be an inch taller in the morning. Maybe the reverse is possible and maybe that?s what?s going on. Bob hadn?t turned the light on in the bathroom, letting the light from the small window be the only source. It was relaxing and the darkened room made his skin look like his had a health tan going for it. Yea the shower was working, except for this stupid stand of hair that kept getting into his face. Except usually his hair wasn?t long enough to fall into his face. Turning off the water, Bob grabbed a towel and started running it through his hair, seeing if maybe it was coming out or something. It stayed in, but was really long, curly and dark now. What the?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Staring back at Bob in the mirror was one of his dump ass cousins his father left Texas to avoid having an influence on his children. It wasn?t Bob, was all he could think. Well it was Bob, there were still some things that looked like Bob, like something around the eyes. But this was not Bob. He was shorter than he was yesterday, almost a foot. His skin had gone from basic white bread to dark Latin caramel. So smooth and flawless. And so much of it due to this body, holy shot this was no body he got from working out the last few days. These shoulders had to be wider than they were before. Each pec was twice as big as his head was, and now covered in a soft dusting of longish curly black hair. It became like a whirlpool around each of his now dark brown nipples. Those bees he had early didn?t go to the former slight paunch he had. Beneath low hanging tit like pecs was a 8 pack that lead to a giant of a cock, now with its own foreskin. Bob knew it wasn?t there earlier when he jag off, but he could no longer find the slight scar when his original has been removed. And it was so long, hanging well past the tip of his dick. The arms and legs were just?impossible. Bob put his arm up and flexed his bicep like he?d seen bodybuilders do and almost fainted. His arm was almost as thick and it was long. Even the forearms were massive, who built up their forearms? Besides Popeye? And the hair there was much darker and longer than before. His legs were the same, only freaking more so. Just as covered in hair too. Can someone have legs this thick and muscled and still walk normal? The definition was what really blew Bob away. He?d seen runners with nicely muscled legs at the gym. These were twice that defined but so?so much thicker. Like his forearms, his calves were just phenomenal. Probably the same size as his biceps, but it?s not like he could bend down low enough now to compare. Bob remembered his fat old Uncle Henry trying to move with all the fat in the way, this was the same now. Was this what they called muscle bound? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]His body had felt larger the last couple of days, thanks to all the reps he had been doing, but this were the work of hours?years in the gym. All on the face of a child. Bob was no longer in the mid thirties as he was just a few days ago. This kid, yea this was a kid. 20? Maybe? He had a pretty good beard going for him but it wasn?t complete. Mainly the lower part of his jaw, getting sparse the father it went up his face. His mustache was barely a whisper. Not like his chest hair. The hair on his head was now a mass of curls, long black shiny curls. Like he had used some oil on it to make it this soft and luxurious, but Bob knew he had only just come from the shower. And it just fell in waves down his head. His hairline even looked like it had moved forward. Even more forward than when he was a teenager. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob stumbled back a little and so did the hunk in the mirror. Checking the clock, while the flood had hit him hard, he hadn?t been staring at?.himself for longer than 5 minutes. Making it only?..just after 1? Why was it so hard to tell time? Shit. Bob ran to his phone and called his doctors. At least that was easy due to the speedial. Took forever to make the appointment. At first Bob was talking so fast that even he had trouble understanding what he was saying. Where?s that accent come from? Then once he was able to slow down and speak clearly, the words weren?t coming to him like they should. He didn?t know what the hell was happening to him and found even fewer words in English to express it. Once they got all the info and all the details, then came trying to convince them he WAS Bob Hernandez. Since he couldn?t get an appointment for two hours, Bob was going to have to convince HIMSELF that HE was Bob Hernandez.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob ran into a new problem when he tried to leave for the appointment, getting dressed. Literally nothing of his ?real?clothes would fit. Nothing. Not even close. He had to wear something. He?d wear just about anything if he could find it. Suddenly remembering the gym clothes he bought the night before answered both his problems. He could just about fit into those, good enough to get out of his apartment, and he could head over to the thrift store, grab a few things for under $10 and be dressed enough to be seen in public. Fitting the shirt over his body was like trying to put the skin back on a grape. The high school gym shirt was made for someone with a much smaller upper body, and a lot longer trunk. The sweats were a little better, at least the pant legs weren?t as tight. They still looked like a couple of over stuff tamales though. Great tamales. Couldn?t think of a better term.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob had grabbed his wallet and keys and was out the door like a flash. He got some weird looks from the other apartment residents but screw them. He?d call them on their gossiping once he was back to normal. The thrift store was just a couple of blocks away where the Community Center was. This was only going to take a minute so he didn?t really care that he wasn?t parked 100% legal. Right as he was getting out of his car, Bob realized, the sweats had no pockets. Damn it, didn?t want to just carry his wallet around. God knows what would happen to it in this part of the neighborhood. Well, he grabbed a 20 out of it and slipped in between the seat cushions so it wouldn?t be obviously sitting there while he was in the store. Inside he found some cheap sandals that fit better than the sneakers he had plus a pair of old bib overalls, like a farmer might wear. Or a wet back he found himself thinking. Tight in the ass but it survived the sitting down test. And the straps were able to go over the back around the massive shoulders and still reach the clasps in front. So they?d stay up. Bob got quick look in a mirror and his jaw dropped all the more. Fucking Mexican Jethro but fucking hot Mexican Jethro. The high school gym shirt would have to do even though he could feel the seams split a little when he bent down to put the sandals on. Another good thing about the sandals, no laces. Bob didn?t think he could reach down and time them any longer. With $5 back as change Bob shot out of the store to his waiting car, only to remember. If the sweats didn?t have pockets for his wallet. They didn?t for his keys either. Which were still in the ignition. Of the locked car. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]As much as Bob was trying not to let the overwhelming feeling that he was turning into someone other than himself, he could do nothing mentally but sit back and watch this new body go berserk on his car. Trying every door to see if it was locked, then trying to rip the doors off the car. Trying to open the back hatch. Kicking the back door to try to loosen them, feeling the shock go through his body and his feet ach since the only thing between the sole and the metal was a cheap pair of sandals he just bought only because he didn?t need to bend over and tie them. Checking around he didn?t see a brick so, gathering up the nerve and strength Bob bent one of his giant arms at the elbow, positioned it just right and slammed it into the passenger side window. The window gave a splintering crack and bob was relived that his elbow didn?t too. Not enough to get in and running on the adrenaline he swung back for another shot only to be grabbed by the pair of cops he hadn?t seen coming up the street after him when he was looking around for the brick. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The scuffle that happened took many forms. At first, due to the shock and then realization as to what was going on Bob fought back, trying to explain the situation. At least explain it was his car. But the when bob wanted to say ?It?s my car, it?s my car.? It came out ?Ess ma ca, ess ma ca.? and even then hard to understand. Only when Bob switched to Spanish, which before he only knew slightly but now spoke much more fluently did the cops seemed to understand what he was saying. Doing the quick math in their heads though, Hispanic teen with no ID, reeking of beer, trying to break into an illegally parked SUV? Nah, not even his Daddy?s car, they explained as they dragged him off to their squad car. The two cops towered over the 5 and a half foot tall Bob, but due to his bulk they had a lot of trouble moving hi along. Bob was almost in shock over the whole situation and didn?t even respond to their more than firm enticements to move. His head was lowered and he was thrown into the back of the squad car. Bob barely able to lift his head up to see his still parked car getting smaller and smaller behind him as they drove off. So much shit had happened since he got out of the3 shower, and it was only 2:30.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Three ? Wednesday 8:30 PM:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob has been treated like an animal once they arrived at the station. Fingerprinted, questioned, photographed. He was given a chanced to make his call but he passed, not knowing who the hell he could call about this. Didn?t have any family in the area, they wouldn?t even know it was him. Most of his friends were work friends, not the type of people you called about this and not something he wanted them to find out about anyway. His one glimmer of hope he hung onto was that manager?s job he had interviewed for. Was in less than 12 hours ago. God. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]They had left him in a cell with a bunch of other guys dragged in. Must not have been bad enough for their own cells. Maybe it meant they weren?t going to keep him. Shit, without any idea, maybe they wee just going to hold him till they deported him back to what ever country they thought he was from. Sure didn?t sound like he was from Oregon any longer. A couple of the guys had tried to talk to him, but bob wasn?t having any of it. Just acted like he didn?t either understand or hear them. There had to be a reason for this. There had to be someone who knew why this was happening. What was the point? That was when a group of guys his new age made a move for Bob. Hands were everywhere. His overalls were unbuttoned and pulled down, with the hands suddenly rougher and even more places than before. If Bob thought he had erupted at the car, it was nothing as compared to what he did once the realization of their intentions were. As much like an animal as a machine bob tore into the guys. No one laid a hand on him once he started in, but his fists were all over them. Blood flowed and bones cracked. Screams came from the group that attacked him while cheers came from those in the cell watching. The commotion was loud enough to draw the guards quickly, but not before bob was standing over the boys, screaming obscenities at them in Spanish that he never knew he knew. The cops dragged him down the hall to a single cell, shoved him onto the bed and slammed the door shut. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]As Bob sat there later on, on the edge of the bed trying to get a small grip of reality, he pulled out the gold tooth that had gotten wedged between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. It left a good hole but didn?t bleed or hurt much. Bob placed the odd tooth in one of the pockets of his now torn and slightly bloody over alls. At least he?d have one memento for the evening. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Four ? 3:15 AM.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob had dozed off on the bed, not laying down but not sleeping upright. It had not been that long before when the end of the bed started getting kicked to wake him up. Clearing his eyes he saw the two cops who had brought him in standing there.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Come on, wake up Hernandez. You?re released on a bench summons. We?ll drive you home.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]This was great, this was heaven. Who the fuck knew what a bench warrant was but shit, they said he could leave and they said they were going to drive him home. They didn?t even hand cuff him when they put hi in the back of the squad car. Bob has gotten a second wind and surge of energy as they drove away from the station, but it was clear they were also not driving in the direction of his apartment. When he tried to point this out they gruffly told him that since he?d given them a phony address they couldn?t drive him directly home, but since, like his shirt said, he was a student at GW Carver High School, they?d drive him there and let him make his way home on his own. Close enough. ?No No!!? Bob insisted, ?Where they were going was WAY across town, no where near where he lived. It WAS a real address, near where they got him getting into his car...? A slam on the grating separating the front from back seat got Bob to shut up and knock the shit off unless he wanted to be brought up on charges for what he did to those gang members. It was because of how Bob tore them all a new one that they took pity on him and was doing him this ?favor.? The cop behind the wheel mumbled something to his partner that Bob couldn?t hear but caused both men to break into laughter.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]About 45 minutes later the cop car pulled into a small park across the street from GW Carver High School. It was still very dark and humidity from the day was not giving way to the night even at this late hour. The cops got out first and then they let Bob out. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Two things first Hernandez. Well, maybe three.? The bigger of the two cops said grabbing onto Bob?s shoulder strop of his overalls. ?First you take but ignore this bench summons. Don?t feel like showing up in court for some illegal shit like you. No one?ll care, don?t sweat it. You understand??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob shook his head yes. Shit that sounded all right with him. By the time he got back to normal, he wouldn?t have had to pay any attention to it anyway.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Second. How you?re going to pay us back for out kindness ain?t ya? You comprende that?? the big cop said undoing the buckle on is belt and pushing Bob on the shoulder till he was kneeing in the grass. ?Your Vatos might not have been your style but my partner and I are just enough man for you, right? That?s what big boys like you like playing with, real men.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The big cop dug into his white briefs and pulled out a short but thick cock that was already half hard. Bob could barely see it in the darkness but, damn, he could smell it. And why didn?t it smell bad? Housed up in a black uniform for hours on end, it should be rank and stale. But when Bob leaned foreword and placed his lips to the head, it was hot and musky. Slightly salty fro perspiration and tart from a bit of piss left in the shaft. But for some reason bob just went for it. Beat the crap out of 5 guys just hours ago but here, in the dark, after this day, it was like he was born to do this. After a couple of tentative rolls over the tongue bob went down all the way to the cop?s bush. He bumped his head briefly on the guy?s low hanging gut. The guy was big and built but he had that going to pot belly so many older cops had. The cop let out a moan and started stroking Bob?s head as he went up and down on the cock. His partner, a bit younger and leaner, took his place next to him, also with his pants down and his cock out, stocking himself while he waited his tern. Bob figured the sooner they were done the sooner he?d be free so, briefly he took his mouth off the main cop and went onto his partner. Hit was longer and leaner than the older cops, smelled fresher, like he used soap while washing. Maybe he could set an example for his buddy. Getting a rhythm going Bob switched back and forth between the two policemen not letting either one go more than a second or two without his mouth returning. He tried to place his hands on their thighs to better steady himself, but afterwards guessing he got too close to their guns, got a slap to the side of the head to take them away. Oh well, bob figured, might as well use my hands for my own fun. He reached down into the front of his overall and starter stroking himself off. His new long foreskin helped lube him in ways he never felt before. Within second he felt both cops start to cum, and, understanding the pecking order, swallowed the older cop?s cu and let the younger guy spray his load all him bob?s hair. Bob himself came quickly after that, just as the cops were pulling themselves together.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Good boy.? The older Cop said stuffing his shirt tales back into his pants and zipping up. ?You stay a good boy. We?ll keep an eye out for you. Here. Make you evening not a total waste.? The cop pulled out his wallet and tossed a $10 at Bob?s knees. It was still there minutes later, long after the cops had pulled away and driven off, when bob picked it up, dragged himself over to one of the picnic tables the park supplied, lay down on top and fell asleep.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Four ? 3:45 PM[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]It had taken Bob most of the day to walk from where he had been dropped off to where he had left his car. Or where his car should have been. The empty space was really no surprise. He had left if illegally parked when he went to get the clothes. It had been involved in a break in. No way were they going to leave it on the street. Bob probably had a message fro the city on his answering machine about either the break in or the tow or both. Not that it mattered. No way to get into the building. And no way to get into his apartment even if he could. Still Bob found some sort of Zen peacefulness in staring at the empty space while life went on around him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The walk had been long and tiresome. Once in a while he?d luck out and find a drinking fountain for water, and some nice old black woman let him drink from her hose as she watered her flowers. Bob had the ten the cops gave him and the 5 or so left from buying the clothes, but he didn?t want to spend it on transportation. Mainly because he wasn?t sure where to go or how to use what there was once he got there. The b us lines and public transportation were all a maze to him. He knew the direction of where he lived. Or thought he lived, so he just walked. The massive legs carried him well and the overalls were airy enough to be cool enough. Around noon he stopped and spent just under two dollars on some cheap cookies that normally he?d avoid, but they worked as good fuel. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]But he was here now. Where what was supposed to be his car was suppose to be. Hadn?t really thought what to do after that. It didn?t take long to decide that getting drunk was a good next move. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Four ? 6:15 PM[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob had gotten really good at swearing like crazy in Spanish. The bartender he asked for the bottle of cheap Tequila from refused till the stream of filth came out of Bob mouth. Normally the guy would have turned the crazed teen away, but there was something sad and believable about the non verbal abusive parts of the rant Bob was coming out with like so much free association that made the bartender hand the bottle over. Bob chuckled as he walked to the table in the back with his glass, Tequila. Might was well go totally stereotype. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]It was an hour after Bob had sat down and started getting quietly drunk that he had figured out he?d wandered into a Latino gay bar. Didn?t know that when he came in. It was just the closest bar he could find. Shit, he?d sucked off two cops and kind of enjoyed it that morning, why not. Even got paid. Not only knew what that made him, but knew it made his a cheap one too. Bob was chuckling at that when his eyes cleared enough to see Rafe from the community gym standing at the bar. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?HEY?.I know you?Rafe?.Rafe ? a ? elle??? Bob called from his dark table across the bar. Rafe turned and peered at the drunken muscle teen sitting alone with an almost empty bottle of tequila in front of him. ?Bet you don?t know me though??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Think I?d remember you kiddo.? He said taking the seat across from Bob, amused at the teen?s drunken bravado. ?You come into the center? You look like you live there. But I?m not placing the face?or that build.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?No one would. You in here cause you?re queer? You looking for some action? Got two cops to pay me a 10 for blowjobs. What are you offering??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Man, what? Did you say you..?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Leaning forward Bob whispers not too quietly. ?They made me blow them. Left a 10 spot. Guess that still counts. I like you though. You helped me the other day. I?ll let you fell these tits for a $5.? Bob unhooked the shoulder straps of his overalls and let the flap fall away. His pecs hung down stretching the gym shirt to its max. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Hey none of that.? The bartender yelled. He came out from behind the bar and grabbed the tequila bottle away from Bob. ?I let you stay here kid because it was fun to have you around, but if you?re playing at??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Just kidding anyway. I?d do Raphael here for free. He?s my workout buddy.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Nah it?s OK. Look I?ll take care of him. Hey kid, why don?t you come back to my place? You can sober up. You seem to know me and I?ll try to place you.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Try to fuck me I know what you?ll do. But that?s cool. Someone?s fucking with me but I?m not sure who, why not give you a chance too? You?re a nice guy.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Yea, come on. I live right upstairs, think you can make it??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?You let me spend the night and I won?t vomit in your bed.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Sounds like a good trade to me.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob had kept to the basics of his pledge. He didn?t vomit in Rafe?s bed but he did barely make it to Rafe?s bathroom. Kneeing in front of the toilet and puking everything he had chugged out of the bottle, Rafe walked in, used an old clothes pin to clip Bob?s long hair out of the way in a makeshift pony tail and left him to continue puking. Bob made sure he cleaned up his mess once he felt he was done. He might look like someone else but he was still Bob and Bob liked things neat. It went a long way to sober him up when he staggered back into the living room/bed room section of Rafe?s studio apartment.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?I?m sorry man. Thought I could hold it better. Long day.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Looks like it. You clothes are messed. Get out and we?ll wash them in the morning. Can?t get to the washer right now, they lock them up after 7.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Naw, I?m fine I?ll just...?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Don?t be stupid. Shit man, is that blood??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Yea got in a fight at the police station. Guys tried to rape me. Beat the crap out of them. But look, look?.? Bob reached into the small pocket. ?I got one of their teeth. See, it fits in here.? Bob moved it into the slightly healed over wound on his hand.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Crap, look at that. Finish getting undressed. I?ll get something to clean that up.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob wasn?t too steady without Rafe standing there next to him, but he carefully pulled down the overalls and tried to pull his shirt off. But it was too tight so it just ripped to shreds. Rafe came back into the room with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to clean the wound and a bandage to find a naked muscle bound teen holding a shredded shirt in his hands.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?That was kind of cool.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Yea, come on. Move over to the bed.? Which wasn?t more than a mattress on the floor. ?Let?s clean up that hand.? Rafe took Bob?s hand and in the dim light started cleaning off the cut. Didn?t look infected but didn?t look great. ?You said I know you, but honestly man, I don?t. Don?t even know your name.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?It?s Bob. You know me. You helped me work out the other day. Felt up my leg. If you liked them before, you must love them now?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?I help lots of guys work out. You don?t look like you?d need any help in the gym, kid.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?I?m not a kid I?m really 35. And I don?t look like this, I look white. And I don?t even speak Spanish that well? Bob mumbled, almost starting to cry.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?We?ve only been speaking Spanish since we met. Don?t think all the booze is out of your system yet.? Rafe said finishing up on Bob?s hand.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Well don?t let that stop you.? Bob said leaning in and kissing Rafe on the lips. He held back for a second but soon, Rafe was meeting Bob?s advances with his own effort.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Kid how old are you??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?If you?re not believing 35 then look at this body.? Bob said raising himself up some from the seated position. ?I might be young but this is a man?s body. A man?s fur.? He grabbed Rafe?s hand and cupped his hairy chest. ?Well, I?m old enough but not yet a full man. You want to take care of that.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]With that Rafe went back to heavy kissing Bob enough that they moved to the head of the bed. Leaving Bob sitting up, back partly against the wall, Rafe let is lips move down the teen?s body till he reached the giant cock rising from the forest of dense pubic hair. He pulled the skin down so he could get right to the head with his lips. The kid had a long rough day and his cock tasted like it, but that didn?t stop him. Somehow the cock got even thicker was Rafe worked on it, almost too thick to get fully down his throat. Bob was leaning back against the wall, sure he?d all into oblivion if someone would remove it. The feeling of the bald Latino sucking his cock unlike anything he?d ever experience. Almost worth going through all he had gone through to get here. Before bob could shoot though Rafe removed his mouth and started moving Bob down the bed some.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?You ready to become a man??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob wasn?t even surprised when he heard himself say. ?Si, Popi.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Men know how to take it on their knees. Flip over.? With a little maneuvering Rafe got the muscle teen to turn over and the prop himself up on his hand and knees. The massive hairy ass clenched and then loosened as Rafe slid his condom covered dick into its hole. Bob screamed out a little but the booze was still taking some of the pain fro his first fucking.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Want me to stop.? Rafe asked suddenly concerned for the kid?s safety.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?I?ll snap it off if you try to take it out.? Bob whispered, took a deep breath and shoved himself back onto Rafe?s cock, almost knocking his lover off the bed. Rafe needed no other sign to not fuck the living hell out of this ass. Bounding wasn?t a good enough term for what Rafe did, and for every rough move he gave, Bob met him to make it even rougher. The two men grunted and groaned like machines for what seemed an eternity. Sweat cascaded off their bodies in the hot small apartment, soaking the sheets. Bob?s hands had such an iron grip on the mattress that he even tore a small hole in it, letting some of the padding and a spring come out. After the longest fuck in his life Rafe pulled out, snapped the condom off his dick and shot across Bob?s back. And after the first fuck of his life Bob sprayed down onto the bed, not even needing his cock to be touched in order to cum.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The two men fell forward, exhausted. Rafe still on top of Bob, which is how they would sleep away that night. Strangely they could still hear the rhythmic pounding of their fuck session continue but it was only Mrs. Mendez from down stairs with her broom hitting her ceiling trying to get them to quite down.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day Five ? 6AM.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob woke up to find Rafe making a pile of laundry to wash. Most of the sheets and his overalls were in the pile already.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Morning.? Rafe said coming over for a kiss.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?And a good morning to you.? Bob said not at all minding this as a way to start his day. Shit work. ?Can I use your phone??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Uhhhh, sure??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]It took bob several tries to call his desk phone. He couldn?t remember the numbers or his pass word at first. But then he got in and he got the message. The job was his and he started that day. Grabbing a pencil and a scrap of paper Rafe kept next to his bed Bob jotted down the name of his new superior and the location of his new office. But almost as soon as he hung up the phone he realized just how screwed he still was. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]He couldn?t go in like this. He had no car. No clothes. No money to get there. What the hell was he going to do? His panic was met with Rafe?s calming tones which quieted him down some. Bob tried to explain, leaving the really insane parts about his life that week out. But sticking to the need to get to a new job that morning and not having anything to wear or any way to get there. Rafe continued to cal him down and at least talked Bob into getting into the shower and getting cleaned up while he worked on the other matters.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]By the time Bob had gotten out of the shower Rafe had pulled some of his clothes out for him to wear. It was going to be a very tight fit, but it worked OK. The jeans moaned a little when bob moved, and left nothing to the imagination, but they held together. The old polo shirt was work appropriate even though his nipples stuck out like eraser heads. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Rafe had also gotten out his collection of bus maps and, working with the info Bob gave him of where the company was, showed hi the route. It would take almost an hour and a half but Bob would be within a two block walk of his job. Rafe even helped with the money for the bus. When Bob asked why he was being so nice for a one night fuck, Rafe replied there was no reason it only had to be just one night for him. And Bob had to admit that, while it certainly something he would never had gone for on Monday, it was everything he?d want on this Friday. With a goodbye kiss Bob was out the door and fling down the steps to the bus stop.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day 5 ? 9:30 AM[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]It had been a long bus ride but it gave Bob time to think. His plan was?.well he didn?t really know. He?d hoped he could still bluff his way into the position long enough to figure out what had happened to him. The beauty part was that the company was so big that there was a very good chance no one in his new office would have ever seen him. So he might not, hope to god might not have to explain his appearance. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob found the right entrance for his new job, never used this one before, around the back. Made his way down the hallways to the office number he was given. Then he met his new boss Giselle. She was an older woman in a small office, in the lower level of the company, where they usually kept the maintenance staff. This wasn?t what Bob interviewed for was it, he though?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]She made his feel welcome and was relived that, since he already worked for the company, she didn?t have to do the whole orientation bit. They could get right to work on his new duties. She showed him a map of the building, sowed him the floors he?s be responsible for. Walked him over to the lockers?..did manager?s have lockers? No, managers had their own offices with closets Bob kept thinking. Giselle looked Bob up and down and muttered that they might not have anything right away that would fit, and to give her a couple of minutes. She came back with an orange jump suit and handed it to Bob. There was a lot of effort but he got it wrapped around him and was able to pull the zipper up at least half way. Giselle laughed and assured him they?d get a suit that fit by the end of the next week. Hope he didn?t mind. Also to let here know if he wanted a hair net for all that hair. She asked him if the curl was natural and Bob could only reply yes it was, even though he wasn?t sure how he got it. She let him know they were happy to have someone so young and fit on the team, it was going to be a big help. Bob took a lot of pride in hearing that. Wasn?t sure why but he did. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Next they moved into the main storage room. Giselle showed Bob his cart and showed his where the stock was. all the cleaning supplies he?d need, and the inventory checklist he?d use for each one if he took an fresh bottle of cleaning solvent or roll of toilet paper. They had to keep track of things for reordering purposes. Bob was happy to see that all the stuff he?d be using had both English and Spanish instructions of how to use them, that would be a help. Holy shit what was he thinking. This stuff was?.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]He was going to be a cleaning man in his company, not a manager. This wasn?t what he?d wanted. He wasn?t going to scrub toilets and empty waste cans for a job. His English was still good enough that he knew the difference between ?Manager? and ?Janitor.? This was just?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Giselle mentioned something about the guy, Toby, who would be training Bob not being in quite yet, but if bob wanted he could take the cart and empty the waste can on the floor. Give him some practice and get used to the feel of it. Bob thanked her for the tour and the suggestion, grabbed the end of the cart and headed out.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Day 5 ? 10:15 AM[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]A voice in Bob?s head kept screaming that his was all wrong but, at the same time, Bob knew he needed to do a good job in the first few days if he was going to be kept on. He wanted to see just how many waste cans he could empty before this Toby person got in. The people in the offices were nice and even asked politely if he had any tissues boxes they could use. He was happy to hand them over. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Bob was just heading out of one office when he heard a metal crash behind him. He turned around to find a garbage can had been tipped over, spilling its contents all over the floor. Knowing this was a good way to show initiative Bob went to work picking up the trash and checking the carpet for any stains.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?I?m sorry about that? the manager said from behind his desk. ?My foot slipped and it knocked over.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?That?s aright, I?ve got it.? Bob said for some reason trying not to make eye contact with the manager. He didn?t want to impose.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Well, thanks for taking care of it so quickly. Are you new here, you look new? I?m Jesse by the way.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]That voice again, Jesse?..he knew Jesse?.Jesse used to work for him?Jesse would know what Bob used to look like?. If he could explain to Jesse.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Hello Jesse, I?m Bob, nice to meet you.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]?Yesse, that?s cute. Nice to meet you too Bob. See you around.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]In some ways the voice in Bob?s head got louder and quieter at the same time as the say went on. Soon he was able to shut it out completely with thoughts of talking to Rafe about letting him stay with him till he got on his feet again. Maybe it would lead to something by then that he might not need to move out?..well he had to concentrate oh n his job for now. He could plan things on the bus ride home.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Jesse?s head filled with thoughts the rest of the day too. Now that he knew he could use the spell/program on his own, and how well it worked, it was tie to put a stop to a few things around there. [/COLOR]

[LipsK]

Thank you. Thank you

[Spudforth]

That was one evil story! It was so wrong, and so right! It way drew me in!
Do you consider commisioned work? :-)

[dan25]

...just great,wanted to thank you again for the time and effort that goes into writing one of your stories!! an amazing work and your stories just get better and better,I truly hope you have more planned because I for one can't get enough!!

[monkeybwoy]

Thank you! Thank you so much. I had been waiting with great anticipation for you to continue this story and this is everything I had hoped for and MORE. MY sincerest gratitude for sharing your dirty little visions with us all All the best man!

[ben2302001]

This cycle is amazing. I can't wait for another part.

A big tom homophobe becoming a muscled slut bottom under one of his worker? A dad and his son working together and becoming something more... A racist is somehow and suddenly fascinated by his big black co-worker...