Cody I
By: Steve
I was on line, just kind of messing around when I got an instant message.
Housebound: “Sorry to bother you, but are you dachiguy who writes those stories on the vore site?”
Dachiguy: “Yes I am.”
Housebound: “And you are into the vore thing? It doesn’t freak you out at all?”
Dachiguy: “No it doesn’t. Everybody has their thing. This happens to be mine. Why”
Housebound: “That is great. I wonder if I might have a word with you regarding a business proposition. It would be worth your while.”
I had to think a minute about this one. I wonder what kind of a freak I had going on here. But I was curious so I decided to use my cell that is blocked so he could not find me or call me back.
Dachiguy: “Okay, but let me call you okay? And who am I talking to?”
Housebound: “Great. I am Stan. My number is 312-555-5555.”
Dachiguy: “Got it. I am Steve by the way. I will call you in a minute.”
I signed off, waited a minute and called the number.
The phone rang and a rather tired sounding man answered the phone. “Steve?”
“Yeah Stan it is me” I answered cautiously.
“Thank you for calling. I am so glad you did. I really appreciate it.”
Again cautiously I answered, “You are welcome. What did you want to talk about?”
Stan paused a second and finally said, “I have a very unusual son. His name is Cody and he is 18 years old. The problem is he is mentally handicapped. They estimate his intelligence at age 4 or 5. Physically, however, he is an Adonis, actually freakishly big.”
“I see,” I said. “What do you want from me?”
Stan continued, “Well let me see. About 2 years ago, Cody became fixated on this whole vore thing. At first it was just talk and babble, but then a year ago, he actually ate a little friend of his. Apparently he talked this friend into letting Cody suck on him and see how much of him he could get into his mouth. One day, he just swallowed him whole. We didn’t find out about it until it was too late and Cody had somehow digested him. It was a night mare.”
I interrupted, “You are kidding. He actually did that?”
Stan went on, “No, I am not kidding. I told you he was freakishly big. At first they placed him in a home for the mentally ill, but his supervision was not close enough and he ate several of the other inmates. The courts have finally given me custody of him, but he must be watched all the time. I work at home, so this is not too bad.”
“Amazing,” was all I could say.
Stan continued, “He is basically a good kid and takes direction well from me and has always obeyed old adult males. So we have not had any problems for the past few months. Now this is where I hope you can help. I have to go meet with a client for a few days. I have to go, or I lose my livelihood. I need someone to come stay with Cody for a few days while I am gone.”
I was incredulous, “And you want me to come babysit? Why me?”
“Well while Cody has not eaten anyone in a while, he still talks about it all the time. I need someone who will not be freaked out by the chatter. There are very few people in the world that wouldn’t be freaked out. I was hoping since you aren’t freaked, that you could come watch him for those few days. I will pay you $2,000 per day.”
Wow that was a lot of money. I thought about it. I could sure use the money and hearing about vore might be fun. But I was still cautious.
“How do you know he won’t try to eat me?” I asked.
“I will tell him not to and he will be in trouble if he does. You need to reinforce that. As I said, he is a good kid really, and follows directions if they are constantly reinforced.”
I thought for a moment, and finally said, “Well I will think about. I supposed I should come meet Cody before I decide, with you there and stuff. Do we have time for that?”
There was another pause. Finally Stan said, “Well I leave tomorrow. I am sorry this is such short notice. I have been trying to figure this out for weeks and just hit on the idea of going to the vore site. Cody found the site, actually. He likes the pictures. Can you manage to be off work for a few days. I can make it $3,000 a day.”
I thought for a moment. “Work is no problem, I am retired. But this sure is short notice.”
Then I added, “Where are you located. Maybe I could come over tonight and meet Cody.”
“I am in a loft in the West Loop. You really think you could?”
“Sure, why not. I can use the money. What is your address?”
I hung up and grabbed my keys. I was both scared and excited to actually meet someone who could swallow another person whole.
Stan and Cody lived in one of those huge old lofts that had been converted from a big factory. The ceilings were 15 feet high and the whole building was made of poured reinforced concrete. I got off the elevator and there was only one door. I thought the place must be huge, since it looked like they had the entire floor. I knocked on the massive steel door. I heard several latches being thrown, and the door opened enough for me to see a tall well built man standing there. He had to be about 45 years old, but looked like a former football player who had stayed in great shape. He also looked tired and frazzled.
“Steve?”
“Yeah, Stan?”
He managed a smile and said, “Come on in. Thanks for coming.”
I walked into a massive room with large furniture. There were several big steel doors at the one end of the room. There were also bars on all the windows, but the outside lights poured in. Stan carefully locked the doors behind me.
At the far end of the room was a huge sectional sofa, facing a giant screen TV. Sponge Bob Square pants was on.
Stan said, “Cody, that nice Mr. Steve, I told you about is here.”
A big deep voice from the sofa said, “Okay daddy. Be right there.”
“Now Cody. Mr. Steve doesn’t have long to stay.”
A huge figure arose from the sofa where he had been laying down. It was hard to see him with the glare from the large screen TV behind him, but he had to be at least 7-8 feet tall with huge broad shoulders. He had on a baggie tee shirt which hung loosely around his apparently narrow waist. He started to walk around the sofa which showed off his massive chest and neck in the back drop of the light. He shuffled reluctantly toward us. As he came into the light, I could see his strikingly handsome face with large jaw. His neck was thicker than his head by a long shot. He had stubble from a full beard and hair from his chest was sticking out of the neck of the tee-shirt.
As he walked up, Stan said, “Cody, this is Mr. Steve. Mr. Steve, this is Cody.”
Cody looked bashful as his eyes met mine, which one would expect from a 4 year old. He put his hands behind his back and swayed his shoulders like a small child, and said bashfully, “Hi. Mr, Steve.” Then he giggled a bit.
I said, “Hello Cody, How are you?” and I put my hand out to shake his. His father said, “Go ahead, Cody, Shake Mr. Steve’s hand. Cody giggled some more and grabbed my hand in his powerful over sized hand. It was a limp shake, which surprised me.
Then unexpectedly, Cody grabbed me around the waist and lifted my face to his. It was effortless for him to pick me up. His huge biceps bulged just a bit, tightening the sleeves of his tee-shirt. He was massive. He had to be at least 400 pounds of solid muscle. He stuck out his tongue and licked my face.
Stan said sternly, “Cody, put Mr. Steve down right this second.”
Cody looked sadly at this dad and whined, “Awe dad. He tastes good. Can’t I eat him?”
Stan said sternly again, “No Cody, you can’t eat him. Now put him down.”
Cody whined, “Ah come on dad, I want to eat him. He tastes good and I am hungry.” Cody licked me again.
“CODY!” Stan shouted.
Cody gently set me down. “It’s not fair.”
“That’s a good boy Cody. Now let’s talk to Mr. Steve a bit. He will be coming to stay with you while I am gone.”
Cody got whinier, “But dad, I don’t want you to gooooo.” Then he brightened a bit. “Can I eat Mr. Steve when he comes to stay?”
Stan said, “No you can’t Cody. We talked about this. If you eat him, they will come and put you in jail all by yourself.”
Cody’s face screwed up as tears started to form. “I don’t want to go to jail all by myself.” He wailed.
Stan held firm. “You won’t go if you don’t eat Mr. Steve, Cody. Okay?”
Cody sobbed, “Okay, but it’s not fair.”
Stan tried to keep the situation under control. He said, “Okay let’s sit down and talk a minute.”
We walked over to the huge sectional. I frantically tried to think of something to say. Finally I managed, “So Cody what do you like to do for fun?”
Cody thought bashfully for a minute and finally said, “Well I like to watch TV and play games and ah and eat guys.” He said that with a huge grin.
I thought I should try to show my control. “Well I like to watch TV and play games too, but it isn’t nice to eat people, you know.”
Cody pouted. “I know, but I like it anyway. Daddy keeps telling me that. It’s not fair.”
I asked, “So what is your favorite TV show/”
Cody thought for a second again, then said, “I don’t know.”
“Well you must have a favorite.”
Cody brightened, “I like survivor.”
“Great I like survivor too. What else?”
Cody thought a second more. “I like cartoons.”
“Okay we can watch cartoons when I get here.
Stan brightened. “Does that mean you will come?”
I said, “Yeah, I think I can manage him.”
Stan was overjoyed. “I should explain a few things. First of all, that door over there is the refrigeration room. It is where we keep all Cody’s food. He eats a ton of it. They deliver it from a door on the other side of the room. I keep it locked until it is time for Cody to eat. Then I open it and he runs in and eats. Cody is toilet trained…well most of the time and he needs to have a bath every day, which you will have to help him with a bit…..” Stan continued with the instructions.
Finally I asked what time he left tomorrow and he said noon. I said I would come over at 10 to allow for adjustment time. We agreed and I left.
I went home and had a few very stiff drinks. I kept thinking about that huge boy wanting to eat me. In a moment of drunkenness, I got on line on the vore site and posted a message. It said “Have met someone in Chicago who can swallow a man whole. Anyone seriously interested in this, call me at” and I left my cell. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I did. I went to bed and dreamed all night about the amazing young man I would be staying with.
End of part one Interactive.
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