Sponsored Part 07

Cody didn’t know what he was doing. He woke up, went for his run, ate his breakfast and then hopped in his truck. It was a Saturday so he didn’t have work, yet he wasn’t going to the gym either. He was on his way to his sponsor’s house. Patrick had given him the address, now he was following the order. 

It was so weird for him to have to listen to someone else like this. Especially someone he barely knew. A bit of worry seemed to have made its way into his stomach. However, he knew if he stayed home, it would have been there too. He didn’t know what Patrick would have done to him. Not raising his minimum had caused him to gain a bunch of fat, and now that he could start to feel those abs again, there was no way he was going to go back to that. 

“Woah…” Cody breathed as he stopped in front of the gate of the gated community. He looked at the screen listing off the names of the residents. He realized he didn’t know Patrick’s last name. But then found the wedding invitation on the passenger seat of his car. “Wiblurs…” he scrolled through the names and eventually found the Wilburs family. Luckily Patick seemed to have been in the system too so he pushed the button.

After a few rings he finally heard a, “hello?” It almost sounded like the guy on the other end was confused on how phones worked.

“Hey, it’s Cody. You told me to come by,” Cody answered.

“Oh shit! That’s right!” he seemed to have dropped the phone as he said it. “He sounds even sexier than I thought. Shit… Where’s the button. There it is!” The gate started opening up. “Just come to the front door. You can park in front. Dad’s not going to be home today.”

Cody shook his head. He drove through the small neighborhood looking at each of the houses. Each one was bigger than the last. Fifteen to twenty rooms each, minimum, each with a fully finished basement. They stretched across the acre of land each one owned with a large three car garage just slightly to the side with an overhang to cross, just in case it was raining. 

It was incredible how anyone could afford such a place. The land alone would have taken out everything that Cody was making each month. It was no wonder Patrick was able to sponsor him so much without his dad finding out. A bit of greed flashed in Cody’s eyes for a second thinking about how much money he could have made off his ‘whale.’ The feeling quickly turned to fear as to just how much about him would have changed as well. 

Cody did his best to focus as he pulled up to one of the last mansions in the area. It was hard to tell if it was the biggest as the second story seemed to loom over him. The wooden double doors stood at least ten feet tall with a bit of trim around it. He walked up the brick driveway and stood in the front. He rang the doorbell and waited.

“Coming,” it was Chris’ voice over the intercom. He opened the door. “I didn’t think Ja--” he cut himself off, “dad had anyone coming today…” then looked up and realized it was Cody. He took a second to figure out how he knew Cody. His eyes narrowed. “You’re Mark’s friend,” he snapped his fingers a few times. “Don’t tell me. Cam… No.. Cody. Yeah. Cody. What are--”

“None of your fucking business Chris!” Patrick pushed his way through. He was so small. Standing just a bit over five foot with fiery red hair. The size difference was immense. Cody could feel himself getting hard just from Chris standing there, now there was someone who was almost half Chris’ size. His tiny frame pushed at Chris, who only moved because he wanted to.

“I don’t remember dad saying you could have someone over,” Chris crossed his arms.

“I don’t remember dad saying you could be such a bitch,” Patrick said.

Chris gripped his arms tightly, trying his best not to show his anger. “Is your homework done?”

“Yeah!”

“Done by you?” Chris prodded.

“Jezzus! You’re worse than dad! Just leave us alone!” Patrick shouted like a petulant child. Even adding a stomp of his foot to try to be in control of the situation. Then grabbed Cody by the hand. “I’m going to my room. So stay away!”

“It’s nice seeing you again, Cody,” Chris waved. 

“Likewise…” Cody felt his body pulled down the hall. He could hear Patrick utterly curses under his breath directed at Chris. Each one, full of venom.

Patrick slammed the door to his room shut. It wouldn’t have had much of an impact on Chris, but he clearly needed to express his anger outwardly. “That asshole. Thinks he’s better than me…”

Cody ignored the other insults Patrick was giving off and stared at the massive room he was now standing in. It was near as big as his living room, kitchen and dining room combined. And there was stuff everywhere. Technology, toys, stuffed animals, a desk that had been completely covered in papers and school work, he had every game system made within the last ten years with the discs scattered around the room. Even if he was in college, he seemed to have kept his room in so much disarray, it would have looked like a tornado had just blown through. Then again, that might have been better as it would have explained the damage to some of the furniture. 

“Hmph!” Patrick let out a loud huff and shook his body. “Sorry about that…” he tried to be pleasant again. “It’s just that Chris can be such an asshole sometimes…” as he finished the statement, Patrick’s mouth seemed to hold open. His eyes were clearly tracing the large man in front of him. He loved looking over the defined muscles in his sleeveless shirt. “So big…” an uncontrolled moan came out of the smaller guy’s mouth. His tiny hands reached for Cody’s body.

As a reflex, Cody flexed his arm. He knew where Patrick’s hands were going. They tried their best to wrap around his monster of a bicep but were far too small to actually do it. And when Cody flexed, it just made the difference all the more noticeable. A proud smile crept up the sides of his mouth. He let out a cocky chuckle. The feeling was good. It was just the beginning and he could feel himself getting into it.

That’s when Patrick stopped. He pulled away. For a second his face curled up into a sneer but he went back to something more neutral. “What’s wrong?” Cody asked. His dick was hard as Patrick checked off all the sexually arousing boxes he’d set up for himself.

“Nothing,” Patrick lied. He went to his phone. “I just wanted to watch you grow.” He started typing away into his phone. 

Cody’s dick throbbed at the word ‘grow.’ It was something he knew Patrick was capable of doing for him. His phone buzzed. “Shit…” he groaned as he felt more of his mass turn into muscle. He knew that was going to be the first to change. After all if he wanted to look like Jack Hoffman, he’d have to lose just about any body fat he had on him. 

The beefy pecs grew more solid. The deep divot separating them only deepened. He could feel his arms changing shape, as the muscle gave it more of a defined cut look. Muscles bulged out of him while his abs grew more pronounced. The shirt clung to his body showing off a few of the deep cuts of muscle covering his stomach. 

Another ding from his phone. “Oh fuck…” Cody moaned as he felt muscle start packing on. It was actual muscle mass adding on to him. He could feel the pound after pound adding to his growing frame. The thick cut muscle only grew even bigger, stretching out his clothes to unbelievable new tension. “I’m so big… I’m so big…” he moaned as his massive hands gripped his thick chest. The muscle was easy to grab onto and he gave it a tight squeeze, feeling more weight added to it. 

Then another ding. But he was far too invested in the growth to even notice. His hands were too busy exploring his body. The feeling was amazing. He wanted to cum so badly but felt like he couldn’t. He was just on the edge. But couldn’t quite cross over.

“Listen here you little bitch,” Patrick looked up at him with a glare. Though it didn’t have the intimidating presence he thought it had. 

‘Little bitch?’ Cody thought. He felt his dick throb at the insult. “Wha--?”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t talk unless I tell you to. Got it?” Patrick shouted. Cody felt his head nod. “Now you’re going to be my bitch. Got it?” Cody nodded again. “That’s a good bitch. You don’t laugh at me. Got it bitch?” 

Again, Cody nodded. He felt the temperature change but his dick didn’t seem to slow down. Even though Patrick didn’t seem to know any insult other than, ‘bitch,’ each time he said it, it was like he was growing all over again.

“Good,” Patrick’s hands landed on Cody’s chest and he pushed the other man. Cody seemed to voluntarily fall down onto the large bed behind him. “Good. You’re a good little bitch.”

Cody let out a heavy grunt. His hand gripped the bed underneath him. He felt his hips thrust at the insult. Patrick let out a laugh at the amount of control he had now. Everything in Cody was telling him he wasn’t allowed to cum, yet he was pushed so close to the edge, he couldn’t think about anything else. 

“You’re such a little bitch.”

Again Cody felt the rush run through him. Every muscle in his body seized up at the sensation and he couldn’t allow himself to finish through. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to, he felt like he wasn’t allowed to.

“What are you?” Patrick asked. His finger trailed around Cody’s exposed nipple.

“I’m a little bitch,” Cody replied.

The depth in Cody’s voice seemed to have triggered something in Patrick’s mind. His small body maneuvered itself around on top of his. He started biting his lips. “What are you?” he asked again.

“I’m a little bitch.”

It was really getting to Patrick. Everything about it was just as enthralling to him as it was to Cody. He could feel Patrick slowly losing control as he used all his strength to squeeze Cody’s bicep. It still felt like almost nothing but the feeling of touch was still there.

“What… Are… You?” each part of the sentence was ellipsed with several heavy pants. His hips were moving in a rhythm against Cody’s hard body.

“I’m a little bitch.”

Patrick let out a primal growl. “What are you?”

“I’m a little bitch.”

“Oh fuck… What… Are you?”

“I’m a little bitch.”

It was too much for Patrick. He couldn’t hold on anymore. Just hearing the deep voice say it over and over finally got Patrick to finish. His small body bounced several times up and down on top of Cody’s as he unloaded into his underwear. It was impossible for him to control himself as more and more pumped from his body.

“Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Patrick said as he got up. “I made a mess. Dad’s going to kill me. He’s going to fucking kill me.” He rushed out of the room.

Cody felt his own body come down from the experience. He hadn’t even realized he’d finished as well. The feeling slowly drifted away from him. He almost felt like he liked the feeling of the cum dripping down his leg. Or maybe it was how Patrick treated him like he was nothing. 

But his conscious mind was slowly starting to take over. Cody could feel it wasn’t right. He looked down at his phone. ‘Large psychological change: Finds it sexually arousing to be denigrated. $300 will be added to your account.’