Blackmailed II (Patreon)

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James resented the ritual. Every morning, he would get a can of the unidentified substance out of his fridge, pop the top, and chug it as rapidly as he could. He just wanted to get it over with. It reminded him of a protein shake, though it tasted cheaply made, or expired or something. It truly disgusted him to be consuming something that he couldn’t identify. It could have been processed junk. Hell, it could’ve been poison for all he knew.

It was four days into his being blackmailed. That afternoon, James was uploading some new photos of him modeling some male lingerie, his favorite piece being a tight pair of briefs with some fishnet cutouts with provocative placement. He absently scratched his right nipple, grimacing at the soreness. It was only at moments like these, when he made contact, that he noticed how sensitive his nipples were, and how…swollen they were getting. James looked down at himself, frowning.

A new comment populated on the screen. Look at you, bulking up, a subscriber complimented.

James looked over his uploads again. His muscles were getting a little bigger in the chest area. He tended towards a more lean build, but it didn’t look bad.

luvin the one-piece, another commenter said.

What are you lifting these days?

James smirked to himself as he continued his work. He made sure to respond to every few comments to encourage engagement.

Life was good.

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When James met with Brian again at Donna’s Diner that Tuesday, Brian gave James another shake and demanded that James drink it in front of him. James chugged it as usual, then grimaced at the nasty aftertaste.

“You like that, don’t you?” Brian mocked as he leered.

James just glared at him and drank some water. “That it?” he said irritably as he wiped his mouth.

Brian pulled out another six-pack of the shakes. “Same deal. One a day.” He said as he pushed it across the table.

“Why?” James challenged.

Brian didn’t respond, he just smiled cruelly. “And one more thing.” He reached into his pocket before withdrawing a prescription bottle, to James’s surprise. Brian pulled off the cover and poured a couple pills into his hand, before offering them over. “Take them.”

“Fuck that.”

“Take it, James. You know the deal.”

James was tense. He fought the urge to deck the other man. “What is it?” he said suspiciously. “You trying to make me sick or something?”

Brian laughed. “This won’t make you sick. In fact, it’ll only enhance you.”

That sounded dubious, but what choice did James have? He grabbed the three pills out of Brian’s palm and choked them down. He still couldn’t believe he was being forced to do this shit.

“Great doing business with you,” said Brian pleasantly.

James offered a rude hand gesture as he got up and left.

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Still bulking up! a fan noted several days later.

relly changing the look, said another.

That wasn’t exactly accurate. James wasn’t doing anything different at the gym. He wasn’t pressing heavier weights; he hadn’t increased his protein intake.

And he wasn’t bulking up with muscle. Maybe his subscribers couldn’t see it yet, and maybe it didn’t show, but there was…softness there. His pecs were getting puffier, but with fat rather than muscle.

“What the hell,” he muttered to his reflection in his full-length mirror for what had to be the tenth time that week. James didn’t know why he was putting on weight, being that his diet had not changed. There was only so long that he could pass this off as muscle. Another inch and they would start looking like fucking manboobs.

It wasn’t only his chest. The muscles on his arms and legs were getting softer, disappearing beneath a growing layer of fat. It was embarrassing. James’s entire business model was dependent on his image. While his fanbase thought he was bulking up and changing his look, the truth was, James was just getting out of shape.

It was all just happening so rapidly, and out of nowhere, and—

The fucking shakes! James cursed and refrained from hitting himself. And the pills, whatever the fuck those were. This was Brian’s doing. ‘the fuck is that creep doing to me!?

The next morning when James woke up and went to his fridge, he lingered there for a while. He even lifted one of those unmarked black cans, and just glared at it for what had to be five minutes.

But eventually, he popped the top, as he did every morning, even though it killed him inside. He gagged when he was done chugging and fought back the urge to hurl. He could hardly stand this anymore, just knowing what it was doing to his body.

Breathing heavily, James crunched the emptied can in his fist. He was scheduled to see Brian again the following day, and they were due for a serious conversation.

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James went to the diner the next day, feeling more insecure than he had ever felt in his life. The T-shirt he had on, which had previously fitted comfortably over lean muscles, was now pulling tight against his plumping pectorals and the start of some pudge at his midsection.

James dropped heavily onto the bench across from Brian, glaring hatefully at the other man. “We need to talk.”

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