Wesker smiled, walking in front of Chris, before revealing a metal vial. He pulled the top off, a yellow vapor wafting out. He placed it front of Chris's face. Chris struggled, before goiing sluggish, his vision blurring.
"Can you hear me Chris?"
"Yes" he mumbled, head slumped to one side.
"Excellent. When you wake up, you will be at home in your apartment. You will have the overwhelming urge to become a sumo wrestler. You want to be the largest wrestler there is or ever was. You will dedicate your time to eating, training and living a sumo lifestyle. You have no interest in a future as a BSAA agent. All that matters to you is getting bigger and bigger. You will be disatisfied with your slim muscular body, and enjoy gaining fat and mass. You will be sexually aroused by your own gains, and sumo wrestlers in general You will have no memory of me, or this conversation. Understood?"
"Yes"
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Wesker placed Chris back into his apartment, leaving no trace of his presence. That night Chris dreamt strange, vivid dreams. Japanese samuri warriors batteling atop great stone walls. Serene gardens and towering pagodas. He then drempt he was naked sitting atop a mountain, except he was a giant. He watched as people scurried up the mountain like ants, carring huge offerings of food. He dreamt he was eating the food. He looked and saw he had a huge belly, which rumbled like an earthquake, demanding more food.
Chris awoke the next morning, laying on his couch at home. He rubbed his head. Looking around he saw a sumo wrestling match on tv. He must have fallen asleap watching it. He had never watched sumo wrestling in his life. He had done normal wrestling in his younger years, and even got up to national level, a dozen trophies and singlets hidden away in his clauset.
As Chris watched two very large men colide with loud slaps, heavy thuds and low booming grunts, fat rippling flesh bouncing and wobbling as the two mammoth size men pushed into eachother. Chris watched transfixed, in awe. He felt an unknown desire stir in him, as well as his dick getting hard for some reason. Shaking it off, he pulled himself away, turning the tv off. He dismissed his confusing boner as morning wood and got on with the day.
Chris got up and trudged to bathroom. He got on the scales, looking down past his big round pecs at the number. It read 216 as usual, which was odd, because he was starting a bulk cycle and it should've made an impact by now. He placed his hands on his torso, feeling his chisled abs. For some reason he felt like something was missing.
Noticing the time, Chris then left the bathroom to began his 3 hour morning heavy weight training, followed by a huge meal.
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