Sponsored Part 08

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Cody felt his mind melding to the last psychological change more and more. Even thinking about the word, ‘bitch’, was starting to get him hard again. He tried to fight it, but didn’t know how without actually thinking about it. The constant reminder that he was a little bitch, especially compared to someone like Jack Hoffman, made him even more aroused. He felt his dick throb at the thoughts. Each one wormed deeper into his mind.

“Stop it!” he gripped his head, squeezing it as hard as he could. Days ago, he would have never even thought about this, now he was enjoying it like no other. It was starting to get hard to think about sex any other way. He wanted to be dominated. He wanted to be called a worthless little slut. He’d be the perfect fuckboy with Jeff pushing his body down.

Cody’s hands loosened for a second as he felt his body unload. “Shit…” he cursed. It was a long low moan as he said the word. Pleasure ran through his body. Each thrust of his hips, brought him a little closer to reality. He shook out the thoughts, trying to get a grip on his life again. This needed to change. This wasn’t what he was expecting. 

Looking around the room, he caught a glance of his body. Even though he was so much more muscular with a thinner waist, he felt it looked like shit. “No Jack Hoffman,” he reminded himself. “Stop it. Stop it. Stop it,” he punched his head trying to get the negative thoughts out. A body like the one he had would have been a dream. He’d lost at least 10 inches on his waist and his arms hard definition in them when he flexed. No longer did he have fat hanging all over his body. “You need to think about how to change this back.”

On the chair was Patrick’s phone. “Are you serious?” he picked it up and started looking through it. There were so many pictures of Jack on it. “Fuck man… He’s got a problem…” Cody opened up the Pay2Change app and looked through it. The balance was getting close to zero. “Shit… Is his dad not paying for it anymore?” 

“Hey?” Patrick said in the doorway. “What are you doing?” 

“N-nothing,” Cody felt himself take a step back. 

“Is that… Is that my phone? Hey you fucker, give it back,” he ordered. His small voice raised as much as it could, yet there was no depth behind it. But hearing the word fucker, sent another wave of pleasure through Cody’s body. He reacted to it, almost falling over as his abs flexed hard and blood flowed to his dick. It was a new word and he was being called out for doing something bad.

It took everything Cody had to keep backing up. His mind was torn between the two focuses, sexual desire and turning back. But he needed to. This was going to be his only chance to do so. He kept looking through the phone trying to find the part that he needed. 

“Hey you fucking asshole! Stop it! What are you doing to my phone! Leave it alone!” Patrick rushed across the room and tried to get it back. His small body didn’t stand a chance against Cody’s. “You stupid bitch! You’re nothing without me! Once I get it back I’m going to make you a real fatass!” 

Each insult made it harder for Cody to concentrate. He almost felt an urge to hand the phone back. But he persisted. On a conscious level he knew he couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t be allowed to be the same if he did. That’s why he made it so Patrick would receive sponsorships. Then quickly took over the part.

“You worthless fucker! You bitch. You slut! Once I get ahold of my phone you’re going to regret it! I’m going to make pay for this!” Patrick was actively doing everything in his little body to try to get his phone back, but Cody had turtled up into a ball making it impossible to reach past his muscles and grab his phone. 

Cody got his own out and accepted the sponsorship part. He did his best to ignore the insults but each one sent another throb to his dick. His body would bounce and nearly give Patrick enough room to grab his phone, but Cody quickly removed it.

‘What do I write? What do I write?’ Cody stared at the blank screen asking him what he wanted to change about the other person. So many thoughts ran through his mind, but many of them weren’t what he would have wanted. He was almost afraid of writing that Patrick knows how to dominate. 

“You little shit! Give me back my phone! Once I get it back I’ll make it so you can’t disobey me!” Patrick shouted.

“That’s it!” Cody quickly typed it in. Any errors seemed to auto correct. 

‘This will be considered a large psychological change: Patrick cannot disobey me. Please confirm $500.’ The price made him worried but the second Patrick called him, ‘a worthless piece of shit,’ again, his body convulsed and pressed the accept for him. 

“St-stop,” Cody commanded. His voice shook as he said it. A mixture of being unsure if it actually worked and the previous command. 

Patrick’s body listened. “Wha…?” he tried to look over his body but didn’t know why it wouldn’t listen to him. “What happened?”

“You… You can’t disobey me,” Cody answered. 

“You fucking bitch! I’ll make you pay! I’ll tear your asshole apart and make you the slut you are,” Patrick stamped his foot over and over again.

Each insult made his dick throb even more. With his relief of getting control over the situation he finally felt comfortable enough to release. His dick sprayed out splashing onto Patrick’s shirt and then the floor around him. It whipped wildly around hitting anything within range. “Oh fuck…” he smirked stupidly at the pleasure of release. Being on the edge for so long was making him go wild. He could finally think clearly again. 

“You fucking bitch! Look at the mess you made! Clean it up!”

“N-nuh-no, you,” Cody answered.

“Wha--?” Patrick felt his knees go weak and drop to the floor. His body hunched over and his tongue stuck out. Eyes wide, he licked the carpet where the cum was. Each and every bit of it, he made sure to clean up properly. “What the fuck!?” he cried out wiping his tongue with his hands. 

“Now… Change me back,” Cody handed Patrick the phone back. He didn’t sound very confident as he normally would have but did his best. 

“I can’t,” Patrick answered. “I don’t have enough money. Dad won’t give me anymore because Chris told on me.” 

“Shit…” Cody answered. He looked down at his own profile and realized just how much he’d spent. $500 was a lot and if Patrick only received $300 from it, that meant he’d have to give even more. “Fine…” he groaned as he thought about another change. But a bit of a devious smile crossed as he realized what he could type.

“What? What are you doing?” Patrick asked. “You little shit. What are you typing?”

‘This will be considered a large psychological change: Patrick cannot disobey Chris. Please confirm $500.’ Cody quickly pressed accept and watched the wonder on Patrick’s face as he saw it pop up on his phone.

“Alright,” Cody started off, “this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to make it so I only like being insulted by my sexual partner sometimes. I’m mostly a top and I only look up to Jack Hoffman as inspiration. Got it?”

Patrick’s hands moved on their own as they typed in the series of commands. Cody heard the three separate chimes and smiled as he felt the relief of the previous commands start to soften the blow. It was easier for him to think and feel himself up. 

Patrick stared up at him. His eyebrows furrowed in anger. “You’re an asshole. I was only having fun!”

“Not with my life anymore,” Cody leaned down. His massive body, fully in his control again. He wasn’t taken back by the sexual pleasure he’d just had and was able to actually use his voice to have a bit of authority. Patrick seemed to understand not to say anything else. “Now, the only thing you’ll be doing is lowering my body fat and growing my muscles. Got it?”

“G-g-got it,” Patrick answered. 

“Good.” Cody left the room and headed towards the front door. Chris was sitting in one of the rooms. He waved.

“Everything alright?” Chris asked.

“It is,” Cody smiled. “And I think you’ll like what it too.”

“Yeah?” Chris tilted his head. “A surprise?”

“Unless you want me to spoil it,” Cody said.

“Nonsense, I’ve always loved surprises,” Chris joked back.