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Sponsored Part 06
🕑 Added 2020-03-02 03:28:05 +0000 UTCIt was hard for Cody to sleep that night. He couldn’t get the thought of gaining all that weight uncontrollably out of his mind. Just seeing that large belly push out in front of him made him feel sick to his stomach. When he was about that size, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Seeing the weight pack on over the years, he could just say, ‘I’ll fix it later.’ Or It’s really not that bad yet.
But seeing his belly bloat out in front of him while his pants strained to hold in his backside, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Then to top it all off, he couldn’t work out without getting a bit of an erection. Each time he’d lift the weights, he’d see the bulge of his muscle. Feel the little tears. Then start thinking about them growing. He was going to be so big. So strong. So sexy.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his hand rubbed against his crotch again. It was time for his morning run and he felt obligated to do it. While he was on it, it felt great. But when he looked at his phone again, a bit of worry came over him.
Still, Patrick hadn’t texted him. He wondered if there was a reason. His sponsor seemed to be able to get up even before him. And 6 a.m. seemed to be the starting point. But still nothing. Cody went through the rest of his routine as though everything was okay. The thought was still in the back of his mind and he made sure to keep his phone in sight. If it lit up then he’d make sure to answer it.
Even as he went to work, he made sure it could be answered right away. “Mornin’” Jeff looked over the cubicle at Cody. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah,” but Cody’s shrug seemed to have given him away. It was also the fact that he was trying to hide his boner. After the psychological change that his sponsor had forced him through, all Cody could think about was his current size difference. And with how small Jeff was, even standing up, he felt his blood rushing to a place he didn’t need it to go.
“Still having trouble with your dating app?” the response sent Cody back. He didn’t know what Jeff was talking about. “Thought so,” Jeff answered his own question. “Seriously, don’t let them tell you who you have to be. It’s your relationship as much as it is theirs.”
“Yeah…” Cody responded. “I guess so.”
It was almost as if on cue his phone lit up and gave the familiar buzz. Cody felt his nerves shake as he looked at the screen. Jeff excused himself and sat back down. It took Cody a second but he looked at the text. ‘Raise your maximum another $100.’ His heart started to beat faster. However, his fingers seemed to comply. He knew he should have just tried to fight it off, but at the same time the fear of gaining that weight still lingered in the back of his mind. If he wanted to look like Jack Hoffman, he’d have to comply.
‘What the fuck!? Since when have I ever gave a shit about that?!’ he shouted in his mind as a revolt. But the deed had already been done.
Patrick had apparently been planning on what he wanted to do, as it didn’t take even a moment before the first message came up. ‘Small psychological change: Muscle worship is your biggest fantasy. $50 will be added to your bank account.’
“Oh god,” Cody grunted as he felt his body jerk at the sensation. Just seeing the words 'muscle worship' triggered a response in his mind. He suddenly had dozens upon dozens of different videos of girls running their hands against another guy’s muscles. But the thoughts were always of him being the guy. He could do it. He could be big enough. Then he could feel the back of the woman’s nail run against his shaved oiled up skin. To have that woman fawn over his size.
Jeff peeked his head over again. “Everything alright there big guy?” he asked.
Cody gripped his desk. Never in his life had he been so horny. Then hearing Jeff call him big sparked an unexpected response. He almost felt like he would have cum right then and there if he hadn’t nearly used his strength to try to break the cheap desk in front of him. He used all of his will power to abstain. Veins pushed out of his neck and his face went red. “Y--yeah,” he forced the word out. It took a good second for it to be finished.
“More bad sushi?” Jeff joked.
It took a lot for Cody to get his bearings. “Maybe,” he gave a fake smile that twisted his lips into an uncomfortable position. “I’ll be back,” he said as he got up from his cubicle.
On his way there, another chime went off on his phone. He didn’t dare look at it. It would have only been a bad omen. It wasn’t until he was alone in the bathroom that he pulled it out. ‘Small psychological change: People commenting on your size makes you horny. $50 will be added to your bank account.’
‘God damn it! What’s it going to take to make you gay?’ a message flashed on his screen. ‘Guess I just have to do it…’
“What?! Gay?” Cody quickly pulled up the messenger. ‘No! Don’t make me gay!’ he typed.
‘Too late,’ Patrick replied.
‘Very large psychological change: Your sexual fantasies are filled with men instead of women. $300 will be added to your bank account.’
‘I was trying to work it so I didn’t have to spend so much but that one just wouldn’t budge. I could get the other ones to, but not that one… So frustrating. >:(‘
Cody felt his hands grip the sink. He couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t even thought about something like that. Yet somehow a device that could change his body all the way down to his age, wouldn’t also be able to change something like that? And obviously, Patrick had been testing it. He was testing it the day before.
But then he heard the chime again. He could already feel his body start changing. More of his weight was turning into muscle. He could feel the fat on his body starting to tighten up. His 250 pound body was losing even more fat. The thought made his dejection go away.
Hormones seemed to have taken over as his mind as his cock had grown hard. He could feel the tightening of his muscles and the strength that went along with them. The 19% body fat was quickly lowering and he could see it in his body as his belly pulled even closer in while his pecs pushed out.
Almost on instinct he let out a flex of his arm. A smile crept onto his face. “What’s up big guy?” it was in Jeff’s cute little voice. His grip tightened against the sink as he dived deeper into the thought. It was similar to the one with the girl, but now it focused on Jeff. They were still in the office and were staying late. Everyone else was gone. He’d come over to Cody’s cubicle and stood in the opening.
Cody leaned back into his chair and raised up his arms to flex. The shirt was tighter against his body. He could almost feel it straining. But Jeff looked at him with awe. The tiny guy slowly moved closer and placed his small hands against his pecs. He gave them a squeeze and went to unbutton the shirt. Cody’s cock throbbed.
Jeff was right next to him. He could feel the soft breath the little guy was putting off. Each second he was getting closer and closer to touching his bare muscles. Jeff worked to undo all the buttons and loosen Cody’s tie. He ran his hands underneath the stained wife beater underneath. He placed more of his weight onto Cody. “You’re so big…”
“You think?” Cody grunted back. He flexed his arms and the sleeves burst from his arms. Jeff’s eyes went wide and then he leaned more of his weight onto Cody, pressing his head against his chest then ran his hands down his thick chest.
“Cody?” Jeff ran his hand down one of Cody’s biceps.
The sudden sensation sent Cody over. He couldn’t control himself anymore. His cock sprayed into his pants and his hips bucked back and forth so many times. Each time, pushing out a little bit more seed into his underwear. The stain slowly started to appear on his pants as well.
“What the hell?!” Jeff jumped back as he watched the other guy mess himself. “Cody. What’s going on?”
“Je-Jeff?” Cody started to regain his consciousness as he came out of the fantasy. Jeff had actually put his hand on Cody’s bicep, making the fantasy a reality. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he apologized. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I can tell,” Jeff said. “But you can’t keep doing this. Mr. Cook is looking for you again. You need to go talk to him. But first… Fuck man. I know you’re a big horny dude but you gotta learn to control it.”
The word big, made Cody’s mind go wild. His dick hardened and was ready for round two. He quickly covered it with his hands and tried to hide the bulge. “I’m sorry. I will.”
Jeff shook his head. “Alright man… Maybe when you stop with that online dating shit, you might want to go out with me,” he joked. “Get yourself cleaned up. I’ll tell Mr. Cook the sushi really did a number on you. You get to decide if you want to go home or not.” Then he left the bathroom.
“Shit…” Cody groaned as he looked in the mirror. The stain was even bigger than before. It was going to be impossible to hide. He grabbed some paper towels and tried to wipe it up. His phone chimed again.
‘Two pictures please! ^.^’
‘Send pictures. $5 will be added for each photograph sent.’
Cody looked at his phone and wanted to just snap two random photos. Something inside him told him to take it more seriously. He undid his tie slightly and unbuttoned the shirt enough to show off the top of his pecs. Then twisted his side and snapped two photos of his thinner waist and his flexed arm.
‘WOW! SO BIG!’ Cody felt his cock throb at the compliment. The feeling was getting him back in the mood again. He scolded himself. ‘You almost look like Jack Hoffman! But we need to meet up. I want to see the growth this time. Come by my house tomorrow.’ Then added the address. ‘I’ll make sure it’s worth your while~~’
