"Hey, Dustin, how's it hanging? Man, you look really cut. Have you been doing some new exercises?"
"Oh, I've got a secret or two, Clay. I'd be happy to share a way you can bulk up too," Dustin said with a wink, "Join Ty and me for breakfast and we can go over the new playbook."
"Lead the way, Dustin."
Ty could smell the bacon frying, and his new size demanded he fill his hungry gut.
"Dude, that's gotta be at least five pounds of bacon! You can't expect the three of us to eat all that," Clay said shaking his head.
"Oh, I think you and Ty will be able to eat most of that without my help. You just need a little attitude adjustment, and you'll really increase your mass."
Ty was drooling as he approached the kitchen, when he heard Clay's voice his drooling increased as a new hunger caused his dick to stiffen. As he stood in the doorway, he thought Clay looked awfully skinny, even though Clay weighed over 200 lbs, Ty considered Clay an underfed waif thanks to Dustin's reprogramming. However, Ty could do something about that...he smiled.
Dustin smiled as Clay's eyes started glaze over as he finished off his drugged o.j..
"Clay, you look a little tired. Relax your muscles, let your tensions flow out of your body. You are hungry, eat bacon. It'll make you big. You want to be big don't you?"
"Yeah, wanna be big..." Clay mumbled picking up a strip of bacon and eating it.
"Clay, keep eating bacon, you feel bigger with each bite. Clay, you really like big guys. Don't you, Clay?"
"Big guys? Yeh, guess, so...crunch," Clay's eating bacon like it was potato chips.
"In fact, you get hard just thinking about guys that tip the scale at over 300 lbs. You're getting hard now, aren't you, Clay? You get more aroused the bigger the man is."
Clay looked down at his lap to see his rod stiffen and push outward against the fabric of his nylon training shorts. Surprised, he answered, "Yes, it looks like I am. Thinking 'bout big men makes me hard. The bigger the harder."
Ty walks in and says, "Hi, Clay, so you like big men, like me?"
Clay explodes in his shorts as a wet circle expands across his stretched nylon shorts. Ty is huge. The biggest man he's ever seen.
"Very good, Clay," Dustin said, then turning to Ty he adds,"Lardass cocksucker, who's the boss?"
Ty's face goes lax and he stares blankly ahead. Dustin has triggered his posthypnotic command, and Ty is entranced.
"Clay, you wish you were as big as Ty, don't you. Just the thought of your body covered in rolls of fat makes you even harder. Imagine yourself and Ty rolling naked together. Skin on skin. Fat on fat. That's the most erotic thing you can't think of isn't it, Clay?"
"The most erotic thing I can ever think of..." droned Clay.
"Ty, would you like to add a few hundred pounds to Clay?"
"Would I? Could I? I mean, can I?" Ty said eagerly.
"Clay, take off your clothes so Ty can examine your scrawny body," Dustin giggled, imagine anyone thinking Clay's hunky physique was scrawny, but thanks to his suggestion both Clay and Ty saw Clay that way. "Jock strap too, I think you'll need custom underwear by the time Ty is through with you."
"Ty, go ahead, make Clay a heavyweight like you."
Ty grinned. Instantly, Clay staggered under his rapidly increasing bulk. Layers and layers of fat unfolded stretching Clay's tanned hide. In minutes, Clay was Ty's bulky twin. The two waddled toward each other and embraced. Both eating mouthfuls of bacon, as they rubbed their bulky bodies against each other.
Dustin doubled over in laughter.
The doorbell ringing broke Dustin from his laughing jag, and he went to answer the door.