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The Suggestion Box

by LAV and the NCMC readers

(Gabriel is a gay teen just out of high school, and though he's managed to find a well paying job, he is always being trod on by his superiors. This all changes when he makes a single suggestion one day, to a man who takes things just a little too far...)
Gabriel Makris sighed as he closed the filing cabinet; sure, he was still just 18, but that didn't mean that he needed to be set for the lowest job of the workplace. Nor that he should deal with such a crappy boss as his was.

Marko Wormwood seemed like a combination of everyone Gabriel disliked back in high school. He was fat and boorish like Coach Peters. He was a homophobe like Tommy Sherman (and nowhere near as good looking.) The guy even had a stench like, like, well...no one. No one smelled as bad as Mr. Wormwood smelled and yet, somehow, the man had become an office manager! Just thinking about that stench made Gabriel's nose scrunch up.

"Gabe!" Mr. Wormwood said. "Did you finish filing that shit yet?"

Gabriel jumped back as if the filing cabinet had been electrified. "Jesus, don't scare me like that!" he said. He wanted to add "And don't call me 'Gabe' either!" but instead he held his tongue. Mr. Wormwood just sneered.

"Are all you gay guys such fraidy cats?" the fat man said. Gabriel kept his mouth closed and clenched his fists. One punch. All he wanted was one punch!

"Anyway, here are some more files for you. Do it faster this time."

"Yes, sir."

"I mean it, Gabe. You're SLOW."

Mr. Wormwood walked away, leaving Gabriel feeling like a volcano on the edge of eruption. As soon as Mr. Wormwood's fat fucking back was turned Gabriel flipped the man off with both fists. Sure, it was pointless, but what else could he do? At least he was getting paid to suffer.

'They paid the slaves too' he thought. Gabriel sighed again. No, it wasn't anything like slavery but it was still awful. He was stuck in an office full of old men--to Gabriel anyway--and bad attitudes. Gabriel couldn't even use his iPod in the office, another one of Mr. Wormwood's stupid rules. It had only been a couple weeks in the office and Gabriel saw the rest of the summer as one long nightmare--all for $10 an hour. Better than McDonald's, yeah, but at least that place had chicken nuggets.

If there was one thing that the office needed, it was chicken nuggets. Gabriel chuckled as he went to his tiny desk by the copier. That would be awesome, he thought. He'd just drop a note in the suggestion box that there should be an endless supply of chicken nuggets in the break room along with French Fries and a cooler full of Coke--all for free. Wouldn't that be something?

And then, as if someone were pointing it out to him, Gabriel saw the box. It was bright red, shining like a ruby in a world of drab yellow and gray. On top of it was a pad of white paper and black pen with a curly black cord attaching it to the box. Even the word 'SUGGESTIONS' had been placed on the front of the box with bright, almost glowing, white paint. Had someone just put the box there? Gabriel had never seen it before but he passed by that wall every day coming in and out of the office. How had he never noticed it before?

Gabriel walked up to the box and felt it beckon to him. Or maybe it was just his rage or his sense of mischief. Who knew? The box didn't have a single scratch or dent on it. The paint was even sparkly like it painted with car paint. It was such a plain box and yet Gabriel thought it was so beautiful. He wished he had his camera out to take a picture of it, but that wasn't what suggestion boxes were for. He smiled as he started writing.

"There should be free chicken nuggets, French Fries, and Coke provided for everyone in the break room every day." Gabe lifted the pen from the page and shook his head with satisfaction. And then it came to him. Mr. Wormwood would fire Gabriel for sure for writing the next line but something compelled him to do it anyway. Besides, he could always get a job at one of the burger places like everyone else. Gabriel went ahead and started writing. "And Marko Wormwood should lose some weight and get a better attitude." Gabriel slapped himself on the forehead but he had to do it. It was too awesome not to! He ripped the note from the pad and held it over the dark mouth of the suggestion box to drop it in, when all of a sudden the box sucked the little note in by itself.

At that Gabriel stopped smiling. He looked into the box and didn't see anything; not the note, not even the bottom of the box. When he held his ear to the opening, he heard a soft breeze blowing. For a moment he stood in front of the box and stared at it. Maybe he was dreaming. That would explain it. A really vivid daydream?

Gabriel went back to his desk--he was almost running--and started working on the next set of files. He tried not to think about the box but every so often he would look back up and see the bright red box hanging from the wall, begging him to drop another note in.

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"I'm finished for the day, Mr. Wormwood." Gabriel said. He wasn't looking at the man but his heavy wooden door instead.

"Hey, Gabriel!" Mr. Wormwood said. "Would you please come in here?"

What the hell? Mr. Wormwood being nice? Gabriel opened the door and went inside. Just as he'd done when Mr. Wormwood had snuck up on him before, Gabriel jumped.

"Something wrong, son?" Mr. Wormwood said.

Half of Marko Wormwood was missing. At least, that's what it seemed like to Gabriel. The man was still fat, yes, but where he'd once been obese he'd become moderately pudgy. The man must have lost at least 50 pounds if not more by Gabriel's estimate. Worse yet--better yet?--he was actually a little handsome. If all that weight had been muscle...

The suggestion box. Gabriel stared through Mr. Wormwood and all he could see was that creepy red box. Holy. Fucking. Hell.

"Gabriel, what's wrong?" Mr. Wormwood said. "Maybe you just noticed it too. I've been losing weight lately but I just noticed it now. Can you believe it?" He chuckled. "I should really get some new clothes. These don't fit me at all!"

It was true. The short sleeved dress shirt Mr. Wormwood wore looked like a poncho. It was untucked from Mr. Wormwood's pants which were just as huge and ill-fitting.

"It's funny, though. I don't know why I've lost so much weight. It's like it happened all of the sudden but I haven't changed anything. Maybe it's just being around a young guy like you, huh? My metabolism is trying to keep up with you. Pretty soon, I'll be an even bigger stud than you are!" Mr. Wormwood smiled. “Fuck”, Gabriel thought, “the man was downright gorgeous when he smiled.”

"You know what?" Gabriel said. "I bet you will be, Mr. Wormwood."

The not-as-fat man laughed and Gabriel thought the laugh was even sexier than the smile itself. The man wasn't perfect yet, but already he was starting to give Gabriel a chubby.

"Yeah, right. You'd have to use magic to make me handsome!" Mr. Wormwood said. "And you don't have to call me Mr. Wormwood, Gabe. Call me Marko."

Gabriel just smiled, nodded, and waved goodbye. It crossed his mind to have Marko call him Gabriel instead of Gabe but the new Marko made the short name sound better. As he walked towards the suggestion box Gabriel's dick swelled up and his stomach growled. Between Marko's office and the suggestion box was the smell of fresh chicken nuggets from the break room. It almost detoured Gabriel but his mission was more important.

"All of the guys in the office, especially Mr. Wormwood, should be very conscious of his hygiene and grooming. They should have bodies like Ambercrombie & Fitch models in their prime." Gabriel wrote "If they are part of the sales or management staff, they should wear full suits and ties, and the office staff should wear shirts and ties with vests everyday while at work. After work, on the weekends, and other days off, everyone can choose between either dressing the same as when working, or wearing nice casual, maybe preppy clothing. Everyone should be clean shaven and completely hairless from the neck down. This should seem normal and natural to them, thinking this is how they have always been."

The women working here should not notice anything different about the men. The women will slowly start looking for other jobs, and only men should be hired to replace them. No one will think this is strange or unusual. Any guy coming in for a job interview should have the same appearance and attitude changes applied to him, whether or not he gets the job."

Gabriel tried to drop the note in the slot but, once again, it sucked his suggestion--no, it was a COMMAND--right down again like vacuum sucks up dust.

As soon as the paper was in the Suggestion Box, Gabriel felt a strange tingling feeling all over his body. He suddenly realized that he would be included in the changes he just suggested.

He looked down at his body and could actually see the changes happen. He grew 5 inches taller and his muscles filled out nicely. His jeans, pullover shirt, and sneakers had changed into nice black dress pants and vest, a crisp white dress shirt with a silky red necktie and shiny black dress shoes.

Gabriel walked over to a window and looked at his reflection. His acne cleared up, his cheekbones became more pronounced, and his curly somewhat long dark hair became blond hair carefully styled. His fingernails were no longer rough cut, but carefully shaped and buffed. His small goatee and thin mustache were gone, replaced by baby smooth skin and the whitest brightest teeth he'd ever seen. He suddenly remembered wearing these kinds of clothes and looking this way everyday.

Gabriel raced back to Marko's office. Just before he knocked he realized he should have some excuse for knocking. No, wait! Gabriel should have made Marko gay! Of course! He was about to run back to the suggestion box to do just that when the door opened.

That morning, Marko Wormwood had been one of the fattest, ugliest people Gabriel had ever met--mentally as well as physically. In only an hour that man had transformed into a god. The new Marko smiled as he looked at Gabriel.

The once gigantic dress shirt had become a tailored fit dress shirt on a body that bulges in all the right areas, and would make any male model jealous. The fitted dress pants, blue & green necktie, and black dress shoes rounded out Marko’s new outfit. Marko's face had gone from a ball of fat to one of a supermodel turned all-American jock. He was just putting on his suit jacket, as he was leaving his office.

Gabriel's head felt light. "Mr. Wormwood." Gabriel wanted to say something else but had forgotten. The words had gotten lost when he saw the over sized bulge in Marko's pants.

"What's the matter, Gabe?" Marko said. "See something you like?" The man raised his right arm and flexed his bicep, exposing something, that, indeed Gabriel really liked.

Gabriel couldn't think of how to respond. He was too busy thinking in how many ways he would make love to that man. Instead, he said the first thing that came to mind: "Wo-would you like to come to my house tonight sir, er, I mean, Marko?"

For a second, Gabriel felt like his body had turned to ice, and he saw himself leaving in a full body cast. A beautiful hand then patted his shoulder, and Marko's new, masculine voice drifted into Gabriel's head.

"Sorry Gabe, I really appreciate what you're saying here, I really do, but I've lead the bachelor life way too long. Besides, I'm not gay like you, and I never will be. Maybe next time. Now, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

The hand left the teen's shoulder just a bit too quickly for Gabriel's liking, and now that he was looking, Marko WAS shifting quite a bit, just like before, when the two of them shared the elevator.

"Uh, no Marko, just wanted you to know that I was signing out."

Gabriel didn't know what to think. Sure, the guy was nothing short of a wet dream with bulging arms, square jaw, and an oh-so-dreamy lump in just the right place just waiting to burst, but the homophobe in Marko was staying just where it was, new attitude or not. Still, that didn't mean that Gabriel had to treat his boss the same as before. Another suggestion? Of course, but what?

Quietly, but not enough to qualify as a whisper, the man spoke to his employee, looking about as if someone was watching.

"But, um, you know, Gabe, if you REALLY need to get your rocks off, it does get a little lonely in the executive bathroom, and really, what are a few extra office hours for something you live to love, eh?"

That was the last straw. Gabriel had been forced for too long to work for a foul-smelling man who demeaned how his very life had been set out, insulted him without fail, worked him without overtime pay, and never, ever let him forget that he was always going to be beneath the paying man. And now, even when he had given that very man a body to dream and drool over, he still had the nerve to look down his nose.

"Maybe some other time Marko. Good night", Gabriel curtly replied. Work first, pleasure later, as they said; all that Gabriel knew was that he had a doozy of a job to finish up before he'd go anywhere near the man before him.

The teen stepped out of Marko's office a bit quicker than he should had, and when he turned to look at his boss, he was irked to see the man give him a friendly wave goodbye; somehow, the fact that he knew it wasn't mocking made it all the more irritating for Gabriel. There was the box at least, after he turned a few corners.

Gabriel's hand was flying as he wrote the changes for Marko down. "Marko Wormwood should realize that he is completely gay and feels horrible for how he has treated gay people, especially Gabriel Makris. He should do everything that Gabriel tells him to do without question and feel honored to do so. He should realize just how much of a lowly worm he is and beg to be allowed to even look directly at Gabriel Makris!"

For a moment Gabriel thought about what he was doing. The thing before him might very well have been Pandora's box and there was more than likely a catch for having such power at his disposal. The thought of Marko trying to get a blow job from him made up Gabriel's mind. As he hesitated, Gabriel once again felt the pull of the box swallow the note without much regards to its contents.

He felt torn, on one side what if the box was indeed a Pandora's box? On the other side... well he just imagined that perfect face giving him a great blowjob in the middle of the office.

The next day, Gabriel ran to the suggestion box, but as he ran he bumped into the hottest jock he has ever seen! Liam Crossfield was an Adonis, what a hunk! From his tight shirt you could see his six pack, etched into his stomach, his face was glistening, his ass so fine, the PERFECT hunk!
Suddenly Gabriel had an idea, why doesn't he turn this hunk and Marko gay? or should he get mind powers? Suggestive powers?
So when he went to the suggestion box he wrote down "Gabriel should control anyone and change anyone to anything into whatever he wanted to."

He got an incredible headache right after writing that up. After that he thought of what he had just done, he was eager to try out his powers... Right after that, he crossed paths with Liam again, this time he was ready and he simply thought: "You love Gabriel, and right now you won't care about anyone else in the room, you will drop on your knees and suck on Gabriel's lovely cock."

Liam suddenly stopped walking, filled with lust, his hand suddenly encroached and grabbed Gabriel's package. Cupping a feel, and then tore Gabriel's pants down. And then he looked up to Gabriel's cock, licked his lips and began to suck.
And what a blowjob it was! Liam not only sucked Gabriel's cock, he even tried to swallow both of Gabriel's balls.
And during that time, he kept getting visions, visions of him submitting to this hunk of a man, submitting to Gabriel's desire and lust.
Liam kept sucking and sucking endlessly, he just couldn't get enough of it! Was he gay? Every movement hardened his hardon even more, further and further he went. His perfect addiction.
Meanwhile Gabriel moaned and moaned, but he kept pushing and pushing his cock towards Liam. Who knew that a straight soccer playing jock like Liam could suck this good!
After cumming he pushed Liam Crossfield, away from his cock, but it seemed that Liam's insatiable Lust wasn't sated, and the hunk kept sucking and sucking. So he commanded him to stop, but left a suggestion that Liam will turn to a flamboyant gay guy, but will still keep his straightness and his football career.
(Sorry people about my Liam Crossfield obsession, its just i used to find him hot n the man for me, but now personally i think he is just a dickhead, if you dont know him he's from pontefract, just type his name in google n put liquorice bush in n you will probably see him - LAV, now back to the story)

Chapter 3
Gabriel smiled wickedly, if he could do that to that jock, then what will await Marko will be another issue. He rushed quickly to Marko Wormwood's office, and saw the god in front of him. Flexing his muscles, telling his precious jocks how he banged a girl, and how high and mighty he felt after sating her lusts.
But Gabriel wasn't so convinced, instead he forced Marko to say guy instead of girl and created such a cocklust within Marko that he would dribble after seeing the jocks.


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