Sponsored Part 05

The chime on Cody’s phone was really starting to annoy him. Especially as it woke him up again. ‘Mornin’!’ the message read. ‘You haven’t upped your maximum yet.’ 

Cody rubbed his eyes. It was officially tomorrow. He looked at the message and could pretty much hear the arrogance behind it. And after the conversation with Chris the day before, he felt a bit more emboldened to deny the increase. ‘No. This should be high enough. It’ll just take you a few extra days to make me look more like Jack. Okay?’ 

‘No. Not okay,’ the message arrived almost as soon as Cody had sent his. He could see the dots in the messenger appear and disappear as Patrick tried to figure out what he wanted to type. His sponsor finally decided not to type anything. Instead Cody was left with an uncomfortable silence as he stared at his screen.

It was time for his morning run, but Cody couldn’t get over what had just happened. Never had his sponsor not had something to say back. Even though the run he was on felt great, he couldn’t help but feel a pit starting to form in his stomach. Cody did everything in his power to ignore it. That was part of setting boundaries. Sometimes the other person wouldn’t necessarily like where it was put, but it still had to be there.

He finished his run, breakfast and shower then headed for work. The new clothes he’d bought after working out the night before fit him far better. And with his smaller belly, it clung to him in a lot more places. “I’d do me,” he joked as flexed for his mirror. Cody made sure it was still a button up shirt with tie and black pants. 

“No reason not to try to impress Mr. Cook,” he smirked. Even if his boss had become more lax with the rules, he still seemed to like people dressing nicely. He then left for work.

Jeff was the first to see him. “Looking good,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” Cody smirked back. “Thought it’d look good.”

“It does. And I’m sure Mr. Cook will be happy about it too. We’ve got a meeting starting in about 20 minutes over proper phone etiquette. Apparently Matt’s been letting his frustration out on some of the customers and now we all have to hear about it,” Jeff said. 

“Damn it…” Cody groaned. Those meetings were always so long and boring. “Alright… I’ll prepare myself.”

“Don’t worry. If we’re lucky he’ll just focus on Matt and the rest of us can just sit quietly,” Jeff leaned in closer and started to whisper. “Plus maybe you can give up a little on that diet. Mary brought in some cake for Gary’s birthday. Maybe Mr. Cook will let us take in and let everyone else celebrate.”

“That sounds good,” Cody agreed, even though it didn’t. He’d always loved birthday cake but the sound of having the sugary icing covering his teeth and the amount of wasted calories sounded awful. If he really wanted to look like Jack Hoffman he wouldn’t be able to enjoy something like that. ‘It’s for one fucking day!’ he screamed inside his head. But the discomfort of gaining his weight back still stayed.

A short time later a bunch of the salespeople were shuffled into the conference room. It’d been set up to allow the all to look at the projector. Everyone else had a piece of cake and Cody couldn’t help but feel a bit sick just looking at it.

“Dude. Just go grab one. One piece isn’t going to ruin your diet,” Jeff  sat down next to him. “Just think about getting a real small piece.”

“Later,” Cody lied.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Your loss,” and went back to eating the cake. 

Mr. Cook stood in front of everybody and started the projector. It was out of focus like usual, but Mr. Cook refused to have anyone look at it. He started droning on about the policies and being the best employee you could possibly be. That’s when Cody heard the familiar chime in his pocket. Mr. Cook paused for a second, then continued like nothing had happened.

Instantly, Cody’s body started to feel uncomfortable. The comparatively thin waist he’d gotten from his sponsor was starting to push back out. The belt he was wearing was at least a size too small and the pants couldn’t quite fit him right. Jeff looked over, knowing exactly where the noise had come from but didn’t know why Cody had started to squirm in his seat.

Then the transformation stopped. Cody let out a bit of a groan feeling a bit too tight in his clothes. The feeling ran through his entire body. “What’s wrong?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Cody muttered in a hushed voice.

The chime of his phone went off again. Again, Cody could feel his belly starting to inflate. The harder muscles around the rest of his body started to soften and push against his new clothes. He could feel his tie tightening around his neck and the buttons on his shirt start to feel the tension. He started moving his legs back and forth trying to get comfortable but the room he’d had just moments before was completely gone. 

“What’s wrong?” Jeff asked again in his hushed tone. There was a bit more anger behind it.

“Nothing. I need to go to the bathroom,” Cody replied. He stood up and headed towards the door. Another chime from his phone went off. The discomfort in his clothes only grew as he walked as quickly as he could to the bathroom. It was so much harder as he felt his legs filling his pants. Any step he took could have caused a tear in them. 

Cody pulled out his phone and saw the three new messages. ‘Gain 1% of your body fat. Once completed, $15 will be transferred to your account.’ He could feel the extra weight in front of him. Then his phone chimed again. “God damn it…” he gripped the sink as more of his muscle turned to fat again. The buttons around his belly had given way and the white undershirt he was wearing was showing. 

‘Stop it! Stop!’ he typed once he’d regained his control. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Raise your maximum.’

‘What? We talked about this! I don’t want to,’ Cody replied.

‘And I don’t want to make you fat. But here we are. Until you raise your maximum this is what’s going to happen,’ Patrick added a few angry faces to the end of his text message.

‘You can’t,’ Cody looked over his body again. He could already see how he was the week prior. All that fat was piling on again but now even faster as Patrick had made him weigh more as well. 

‘I can,’ Patrick said. ‘Raise your maximum.’

Cody felt his heart sink. How did this happen all of a sudden? ‘$50?’

‘$100.’

“A hundred?!” Cody said out loud. He dropped his phone on the sink. “I can’t… If I do that it just gives him more control. I can’t…”

‘I’m waiting… >:)’

A deep sigh came out of Cody’s mouth. He couldn’t stand it. But he’d just gained 4% of his body fat back and it really showed. Before it was different. He just wanted to work out and be with Mark to get strong. Now, he wanted to be like Jack Hoffman. He knew he personally wouldn’t have cared but somehow this thing had changed him to want to be. He relented.

‘Done,’ Cody texted as his maximum had gone up to $350. He almost felt like he could hear Patrick’s maniacal laughter in the distance. He’d given in. But if he hadn’t, he didn’t know what was going to happen. 

His phone dinged. ‘Small psychological change: ‘You find your muscles sexy.’ $50 will be added to your account.’ 

“Wait a second. Psychological changes. You’re only supposed to do physical ones!” Cody shouted at his phone.

Another ding. ‘Small psychological change: ‘You find gaining muscle to be sexy.’ $50 will be added to your account.”

Cody reread the message a few more times. His mind was set on a loop. ‘No way. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.’ But he knew in the back of his mind the muscle growth was no longer just to get in shape. Or even to look like some pro wrestler. It was because he found it sexy.

Another ding. ‘Small psychological change: ‘Being the biggest guy in the room is very important to you.’ $50 will be added to your account.’

Again the message was right. Cody could feel his mind starting to mold to make it true. It was no longer simply about working out. It was working out to be bigger. The bigger the better. If he could never stop growing that still wouldn’t be enough. There always seemed to be someone bigger. Someone more muscular than him. But he had to be that guy. 

Another ding. ‘Medium psychological change: ‘You are sexually aroused when you are the biggest person in the room. The larger the size difference the more sexually arousing.’ $100 will be added to your account.’

“Oh God…” Cody felt his body react to the stimulus. In the small firm he was by far the largest guy there. No one even came close before his sponsor had given him more weight. And now he felt so turned on by it. The hard dick rubbed up against his black pants. He could feel it starting to drip ever so slightly. 

Then another ding. Cody didn’t even have to look at his phone to know that it was a loss of his body fat percentage. In the mirror he could see his clothes straining less against his arms, chest and belly and then the muscle start to return. A deep sexual groan as he knew his muscles were growing again. His dick throbbed and begged for more. But the growth eventually stopped.

“Come on…” he groaned, suddenly wanting it to continue. “I feel so fucking cheated…” His dick was throbbing. It'd never experienced this much pleasure in his life. It was like it was the first couple of times he'd tried it not fully understanding what he was doing but even better.

“Co-Cody?” Jeff stood in the bathroom doorway wondering what was going on with his coworker.

“Je-Jeff!??” Cody backed up and then covered his front with his big hands. He hardened again realizing their size difference. The guy barely came past his shoulders. He had a thin runner’s build but a bit of fat was starting to creep into his belly. But he barely weighed 160 pounds.

“Is everything ok? I told Mr. Cook you got diarrhea… Thinking about it I should have come up with something better. Said you had some bad sushi…” he scratched at his face. “Hopefully that’s not too bad.” The silence between them remained. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Cody lied. “Everything’s great!”

Jeff frowned. He looked at Cody’s phone and watched it light up again. “I know we’re not the best of friends but if you need someone to talk to, well, I’m a cubicle over. Until then, you should probably go home. You really don’t look too well. I’ll tell Mr. Cook you’re sick. Okay?”

“Okay,” Cody breathed. “Uhh… Thanks.”

“I’d only hope you’d do the same for me,” Jeff said.

Cody rushed out of the bathroom and headed for his truck. He dodged everyone and just tried to keep his head low. He looked at his phone and saw the new message. ‘Hey, we should meet up sometime,’ it read.

“Meet up..?” Cody looked at his phone. “This fucker wants to meet me?!” He started typing away. ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’

‘I guess you’re right. I’m not finished with my changes yet. >:) Until tomorrow.’